Chakotay came out with the robe still around him and saw her standing there in her tank and underwear, her back turned to him. She looked back at him over shoulder, and her face lit with the mischievous smile he loved so much. His cheeks dimpled, and he dropped the robe, striding toward her confidently in the black boxer briefs she had seen him in earlier. He watched her hips swaying as she made her way to the shore and followed her out into the lake. He stopped in the approximate center of the water and lay on his back, drifting on the surface as he looked up at the simulated night sky that was so familiar to him.
He listened to the splash of her movements as she swam through the water, the full holo-moon providing plenty of soft light for them to see by. In a couple of minutes, the splashing quieted, and he saw out of the corner of his eye that she was floating on her back off to his left. He never would have believed that Kathryn would be so comfortable with him, and he struggled to keep his head pointed toward the stars instead of staring at her form. He loved to see her completely relax and take a break from her duties. It so rarely happened, and he was determined not to make it awkward for her. He would keep his distance and let her have her fun in the water.
At least, that was his intention. Before he had time to register her movements, she was swimming toward him and stood up just beside him. He lowered his hips until his feet touched the bottom, and then leaned his head back to sweep the water from his hair. The water level came up to her waist, and he could see the curve of her breasts and her nipples through the wet tank, her red hair darkened and slicked back off her face, her cobalt eyes shining in the moonlight. Gods, she was beautiful! They had flirted with each other off and on for years, but it was never openly acknowledged or pushed too far. He wondered if she even realized what, exactly, he could see of her shape.
She raised her arms to squeeze the water from her hair and asked, "What else is around the lake?"
He cleared his throat and said, "Mostly just homes. I told you already about the gas vents." He pointed back up the trail where she had entered the holodeck. "Off that way was the village proper, with more dwellings and a few businesses. It was really quite small. Beyond it was the trading station, and in the next colony down the road was the shuttle port."
"And I thought I grew up rural in Indiana," she said with a chuckle.
He grinned and said, "Rural for Earth, maybe, but not here. That's why I left to attend the Academy. I felt like I was missing out on so much. I wanted to be up in the stars learning about science and technology, and exploring other worlds and cultures. I couldn't understand why my people chose to stay here in this isolation. I still don't fully understand that, when I have seen and experienced so many wonderful things."
"Even being lost in the Delta Quadrant?" she asked hesitantly.
He looked back at her, seeing a twinge of the guilt she carried almost constantly. "Yes, even being here. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. I would do it all over again, as long as you were there, too." She held his gaze for a moment, then turned to look toward the village road. When she did, her foot slipped in the simulated sandy bottom of the lake, and she lost her balance. He caught her in his arms, her body briefly pressed against his until she found her footing again.
When she was standing, her cheeks flushed and she said, "I'm sorry. The soft bottom threw me off." He noted that her voice sounded huskier than normal, but guessed it was from the surprise of almost falling.
He smiled down at her, his hands still on her arms, and said, "It's okay; it is slippery. I kept the sandy bottom when I wrote the program because I used to love the feel of it between my toes. I can have the computer change it."
"No, don't. I like the natural feel of it." She slowly turned, and he dropped his hands back to the water. He thought she was looking over the surroundings again, but instead she raised her arms over head and fell onto her back to drift on the water. Her gray panties caught his gaze, as did the glimpse of her bare stomach where her tank had ridden up. He followed her lead and drifted along beside her, watching the stars and feeling the gentle waves as they each moved their arms through the water to stay afloat.
They floated a little too closely to each other, and his arm brushed hers under the water. He stilled it to push himself away with the other arm, but she clasped his hand. He gripped her fingers and gently brought her closer until their shoulders were touching. He saw her head turning toward him, and he met her eyes. They both began to sink under the water and stood up, their hands still together. She closed her eyes and raised her chin swipe the hair back from her face, and his breath caught in his chest.
Before she could lower her arm again, he wrapped his around her waist and pulled her to him. She gripped the back of his shoulder and tilted her head as his lips met hers. They kissed gently, tentatively, and then he looked down at her to gauge her reaction. She smiled softly and rose up on her toes to return the kiss, this time the passion they were both feeling passing between them as their tongues met and they released their hands to hold each other close. She slid her hands up to his neck, and he caressed the small of her back. When the kiss ended, he lowered his hands to her buttocks and lifted her in his arms, her legs wrapping around him as he bent his knees in the water. He could feel himself hardening fully, and did nothing to hide it though he knew she could feel it, too. Her thighs gripped him tighter, and he slowly licked the droplets from her neck and throat. Her fingers ran through his damp, short hair, and her back arched.
Balancing her against his hips, he cradled her head and leaned her backward in the water, keeping her head and chest above the surface. He kissed his way over her collar bone and down to her nipple clearly visible through her wet tank top. She gasped and clung to his arms, his powerful biceps bulging as he supported her weight. The angle meant that she was centered over his erection, and she rocked her hips against him. He almost lost his grip on her with the jolt of sensation and pulled her tighter against him, his mouth finding its way to her other nipple. He raised her back up and held her with one hand while the other pushed her shirt up. She slid it off, trusting him to hold her steady, and then pulled his head back down to her breast. She rocked against him again, moaning as she did so.
One hand clung to his neck while the other travelled down his chest and stomach and then between their bodies. She slid her hand over his underwear to his erection, and his hips ground against her. She managed to pull the tight material away from him and took him in hand, her soft fingertips on the sensitive skin making him groan around her nipple. His hands were on her buttocks, and he slid his fingers forward between her legs. He could feel her swollen with arousal through the wet material. He held her with one hand again and moved the other to the front of her body. He worked his fingers under the waist band of her panties until he found the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Her head tilted backward, her hips thrust forward, and he caught her on his knee as he moved his bracing arm up her back to give him better leverage. Her quick breathing cut through the silence of the holodeck as he teased her, the warm water flowing with his movements tingling through her.
He felt her legs loosen their grip, and she put her feet under her to stand up. She pushed her panties down to float off in the water. He straightened his legs and removed his underwear, then pulled her into a ravaging kiss, his tongue driving between her lips as their nude bodies met and writhed together. He returned his hand under the water and between her legs to find her opening. He pushed inside of her and gently slid in and out of her, her desire clearly evident. She moaned into his mouth and her nails dug into his back. He guided her arms up around his neck, then lifted her again and centered her over his hard shaft. He thrust into her and paused, keeping one hand under her buttock while the other slid between them. He found her pearl with his fingertip, and her tongue sliding around his grew more desperate as her hips rocked forward. He held the pad of his finger on her button and let her gyrate against it, the movements over his length buried inside of her sending him spiraling to the edge of his tight control.
He was fighting to hold back and couldn't breathe, so he broke the kiss to gasp against her skin as her soft noises sounded in his ear. She clung to his neck, and he leaned back slightly to keep his balance, opening the space between them where he could move his hand over her. He circled her clit and felt her heat tighten around him. He watched the moonlight dance across her flushed skin and auburn hair, the ecstasy on her face almost more than he could take. He started thrusting against her, driving deeper into her wet core.
He leaned back further as her body grew taught and her muscles clenched. He increased his pressure on her swollen button, and she shuddered once, then again. She cried out, and he felt the orgasm race through her gripping muscles and over her body. He softly caressed her clit as she writhed through the climax, and when she started to slow, he took up the pace. He moved his hands to the small of her back and drove into her. She opened her glazed eyes, and he locked with her deep blue gaze as he claimed her. His long thrusts into her heat stumbled in their rhythm, and quickly his control was lost. He shouted his climax, pinned her to him, and his eyes closed as he came deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs tighter over his hips and contracted her inner muscles with each pump of his seed until finally, he stilled inside of her.