Chapter 7
Kathryn tipped her head and rose up to meet his lips with hers. Her questions and uncertainty seemed to melt away in his arms to be replaced by a burning desire to possess him and be possessed by him. Her lips parted and she found his tongue, her hand rising to the nape of his neck to pull him down to her. No other man had ever set her body aflame with a simple kiss the way Chakotay did. She felt his grip tighten around her shoulder as his other hand encircled her waist, his strong arms holding her up in the kiss, his body turning toward hers.
Suddenly, he broke free and his dark chocolate eyes locked with her cobalt blues. "Kathryn," he panted, the passion evident in his voice, "you are supposed to be resting. You saw the look the Doctor gave me."
She giggled. "That was quite a stare, wasn't it? But I feel fine Chakotay." Her alto dropped deeper. "I want you, Chakotay. Make love to me."
"I want to, darling. Believe me, I do! But we can't push your healing. The Doctor can work wonders, but your body still needs to recover. I don't want to hurt you."
She pulled her legs up onto the sofa and shifted her body so that she was on her knees, looking down into his face. She inhaled deeply, swelling her breasts against him. "You would never hurt me," she crooned as she slid her hands over his shoulders and chest. "I need you, Chakotay."
"Oh gods," he groaned. He reached for her hands and pulled them off his chest then stood up and stepped away from the couch. "Kathryn, you were badly injured just a few hours ago. I am supposed to be taking care of you."
"That's what I am asking you to do," she purred. She stood up and walked to him, once more running her hands up and down the strong muscles of his chest. Maybe it was the brush with death, maybe she needed to reaffirm life, or maybe it was their newfound love, but she wanted to feel him, to be claimed by him, to be a woman taken by a man in the most basic of carnal human desires. "Please," she begged, leaning into him for another kiss.
She was a woman not to be denied. Chakotay's reservations were brushed away with the roaming of her hands over his body, insistent and urgent. Her delicate fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His body responded to her call as his mind seemed to retreat to the corner. There was only Kathryn and her need to be filled. His tongue circled hers, darting in and out of her mouth in imitation of what was to come. He couldn't get enough of her. Her arms slid under his, her hands gripping his back as if trying to pull him into her where they stood. She reached for his shirt and roughly pulled it off his body, throwing it behind her. She found the button of his pants and released it, pushing the material to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the slacks, reaching down with one hand to pull off his socks off while still exploring her mouth with his.
Kathryn was still in the medical robe, and it took her only a microsecond to snatch it over her head and toss it away. She had not been redressed in a bra because of her burns, and her breasts pebbled in the cool air, her nipples hardening instantly. She reached for Chakotay's head and pulled his lips to her breast roughly. He took it into his warm mouth and nipped little circles over and around the flesh. She gasped, pulling him to her harder.
Chakotay reached to her buttocks and tugged her into him, his hardened desire brushing against her center. She moaned and pushed forward to him, the little noises escaping her throat telling him she wanted it rough. She pushed her underwear to the floor and worked them off with her toes. "Take me, Chakotay," she whispered in his ear. She circled his hardness with her hand, pulling the tip of his member to her wet folds. She slid along the length once then found her clit, her hand stroking him against the swollen button. "Oh!" she cried.
"Take what you want, Kathryn," he growled to her.
In their struggle to remove their clothing and in the roughness of their play, they had managed to dance step backward until Chakotay felt the chair at the end of the dining table against his bare skin. Suddenly, he reached behind him and knocked the chair out of the way with a clatter, then picked her up in his strong arms and turned until she was on the table. She perched on the edge, her hands clinging to the back of his neck and her legs spreading wide. He could see the wet folds of her and he found her clit again, rubbing the underside of his manhood in long strokes over it.
"Oh, Chakotay!" she cried. Her legs wrapped around his and she moved her arms back one at a time to brace on the table, leaning backward and arching into him. "I want to come, Chakotay," she groaned.
He continued sliding over her, following the rhythm of her legs against his. Her moans were getting louder, her breaths sharp and shallow. He watched her approaching climax play out over her face and fought for control over his own body. He was determined to win the struggle, reveling in her complete abandonment. Her hips were moving constantly, and he stilled his own and gripped the base of his shaft with one hand, letting her use him to push herself over the edge. Her head turned to the side, her mouth opened, her stomach clenched, and her building cry rang through the room. He felt the twitching in her thighs around his, saw the muscles of her lower stomach contracting and her arms trembling as she came. When the spasms started to slow, he quickly pulled himself away from her and bent over, sucking her swollen clit between his lips. He pushed a finger into her wet center and held it there as his mouth clamped around her.
"Oh gods!" she cried. She grabbed the top of head with her hands and tried to push him away, but his powerful hand on her thigh held her in place. He knew she was hypersensitive almost to the point of pain, so he lessened his pressure, withdrawing his finger a little and gently pressing up just inside her, the tip of his tongue barely brushing across her clit. She was writhing her hips, her thighs jerking with each light taste he took of her, her hands alternately pushing at him and pulling her to him. "Chakotay," she gasped. "Please!"
His only answer was a vibrating "mmmm" against her as his tongue continued its exploring. He felt her contract around his finger once, then again, and her alto voice rang out even louder than before, her back arching off the table and her head curling forward. He held her fast as she rode out the second orgasm, her ecstasy pushing his own need to the breaking point.
He stood up and pulled her back to the very edge of the table with one hand while taking his shaft in the other and guiding it to her opening. With the last of her contractions still tightening her core, he thrust forward and entered her as fast and far as he could go. Again, she cried out. "Yes! Take me!"
He didn't even try to fight his own rising climax. He drove into her deep and hard, holding her in place on the table with his hands on her hips, pulling her onto him with each thrust. His own grunts were joining hers as every nerve in his body fired. She gripped the edge of the table on each side of her and increased the force of their joining. He felt his cock reach even deeper inside her at the same time she contracted her walls around him, and his groans became a shout as he drove into her once more and exploded inside her. "That's it, baby!" she crooned to him. "Come for me!"
His body locked against hers as his orgasm pumped inside her, his legs shaking and his hands grasping her hips. There was nothing but bright light and the sound of his own voice yelling her name and the feel of her hot center encircling him, trapping his soul in the power that was Kathryn. He finally fell forward, bracing his elbows on the table, his body trembling against hers and his legs barely holding him up. His chest heaved and his head spun. After an eternity, colors and shapes and dimension began to return and he regained some control over his muscles. He felt her hands softly caressing his back, her legs still draped around his and her feet hooked together.
He raised his head to see her glazed eyes, knowing his were the same. He wanted to say something but couldn't think of anything that didn't sound ridiculous after what they had just experienced. So, he simply stared lovingly into the sea of her gaze and was content.
Finally, he remembered what it was she was supposed to be doing, which was resting and healing. He knew from experience that her need for the rough-and-tumble lovemaking they had just shared was healing for her soul, setting her firmly back in the land of the living. He was concerned for her body, though, after the power of their release. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She smiled luridly and said, "I'm fine. I will never look at this table the same way again, though."
He chuckled and stood up, pulling her up with him. "Maybe we should eat at the other end for a while," he smirked.
They made their way somewhat shakily back to the sofa, and she curled into his side. "Does your head hurt?" he asked, concerned.
"No, not really," she said against his side.
"Not really?"
"No more than it did before." She draped her arm over him and said, "I know you were worried about me, but I'm fine now. I promise." He kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
"Mmmm," she sighed. "That feels good."
He kept it up for a couple of minutes more then dropped his hand to her bare shoulder. "We still need to eat. Why don't you go lie down while I replicate something for dinner?"
"Actually, I would love to take a bath," she said.
"That sounds like a good idea. Do you want some help?"
She laughed. "Are you planning to get in with me?"
"No," he grinned. "Not this time, anyway."
"Hmm, something to look forward to." She kissed him and headed for the bathroom. He watched her walking, still concerned, but she did not seem to be limping and her posture was straight as always. He waited until he heard the bath water running then went to the replicator to start dinner.
While he was working, Chakotay remembered their earlier conversation. He didn't care how hard it might be to find their way as both Voyager's command team and command couple. He marveled at the woman who was so incredibly strong yet could give herself so completely to the people she cared for without losing that strength; a heart and will open to everyone but braced by a core of diamond hardness. She was the wonder and the mystery that was Kathryn Janeway, and he looked forward to spending the rest of his days trying to solve the puzzle.
Chakotay finished putting together their meal and went to the bathroom to check on Kathryn. She was lying back in the warm water, the length of her hair pushed upward over the rim of the tub and framing her face, her eyes closed. He sat on the edge of the bath and she turned toward her head toward him, the light dancing off her hair and the beads of water on her skin. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked.
She smiled softly, a faint blush rising on her skin. "A few times, but that doesn't mean you have to stop."
He caressed her hair away from her face. "You look sleepy."
"Happy," she sighed.
He laughed. "Okay then, happy and sleepy. Let's eat and then we can go to bed. We have the beta shift tomorrow, so we can sleep late." She raised one eyebrow and crooked her mouth at him. "Well, I can sleep late, and you can take it easy for a while longer." He knew that no matter how many hours she had been working on the bridge, or solving seemingly impossible problems, or chasing hostile aliens across the Delta Quadrant, she never slept more than four hours or so a night. She was one of those people that was genetically wired for action. He kept up with her step-for-step when the situation called for it, but under normal circumstances he required more sleep.
She stood up from her bath and he wrapped a towel around her, holding her as she stepped out of the tub. "How is the ankle?" he asked her.
"A little stiff, but not painful," she replied.
"And the headache?"
"A bit better since the bath," she told him.
"Are you dizzy or nauseous?"
She gave him a stern look, although her voice was light as she admonished, "Chakotay, enough. I should be glad the Doctor didn't send you home with me every time I left sick bay."
He flashed her a shy grin. "But then you would have missed the dinner… table."
She laughed and kissed him on the cheek as she walked to the bedroom to put on her robe. She called to him, "I actually am hungry now. But, can we eat on the couch, please?"
