A/N: Be warned, people. This chapter is almost exclusively smut. You probably shouldn't read it if you're under 16 ... I guess.
As for the next chapters, there will most likely be just two more. I don't want to let it go on too long. As always, please read and review.
She rejoined him and handed him the bottle. He took a drink from it, then placed it on Kathryn's desk, before he caught her in his arms and reconnected their lips, pouring all his passion into the kiss. She responded eagerly, backing against the desk and pulling him along with her. Her hands found his waistband and tugged at his undershirt, removing it swiftly with his help. He briefly wished that the holographic sunshine earlier could have given him a tan, but her appreciation was clear nonetheless.
She ran her fingers over the smooth bronze skin of his chest and stomach. She had barely ever seen him topless, and most of that had been in Sickbay, when she had been too distracted to notice how sculpted his muscles were. Now she could barely get enough of the commander's skin underneath her hands. He let her be, caressing her hair and face, running his own hands along her bare arms, sending the most pleasant of shivers down her spine. Overwhelmed by her desire to feel more of his skin on hers, she unbuttoned her trousers, watching Chakotay catch his breath as he hurried to copy her. As soon as they had stepped out of their slacks, he surprised her by gripping her thighs and lifting her onto the desk. She felt her blood boil pleasantly at the sensation of his strong hands on her bare skin and the very obvious erection that his move brought to rest against her crotch. She was slightly embarrassed at the moisture that had gathered there. Her flushed face turned up to his. He looked equally as breathless and hot. She nodded at him, and it seemed like that was all the invitation he needed. He braced himself against her shoulder, freed his member from its confines and slid into her in one smooth movement without bothering to remove her briefs.
Kathryn could hardly believe the sound that fought its way out of her throat. For the first time in her life aboard Voyager she hoped that the walls and doors were soundproof.
Chakotay fought to retain his self control when he felt Kathryn's wet warmth envelop him. She gave the most delicious moan, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. To reduce friction, and perhaps last longer, he leaned forward, gently pushing her down until she was almost lying on the desk, with his hands supporting him on either side. He groaned with pleasure when she locked her legs around his waist, slung her arms around his neck, and reclaimed his lips. Following an intuition, he grabbed her thighs again and picked her up almost effortlessly, eliciting a high yelp and a chuckle that made him smile happily around her lips. He had never actually been in her bedroom, but there was a first time for everything. He guessed he'd have time enough to look around later. She stopped kissing him so he could see where he was walking, but what she did do was so much more distracting. Using her arms and legs for support, she rose very slowly on his shaft, then lowered herself again, making it necessary for Chakotay to lean against a wall not far from the bed. His legs were shaking too violently from the wonderful sensations Kathryn was making him feel to be trusted to carry both their weight.
Her face took on a worried expression. "Am I too heavy for you?"
He had to laugh, but it was tinged with a moan. "It's not that. It's what you just did ..."
It was her turn to grin wickedly. "This?" She repeated the movement, drawing a gasping groan from his throat that almost made him feel sorry for himself. " ... this," he agreed, and allowed his eyes to flutter shut, while white hot lightning bolts of rapture passed through him. He knew he should be concerned with her pleasure as well, but he was so engulfed in the sensations that he hardly cared that his hands started guiding her up and down more quickly, or that his peak was fast approaching.
Kathryn loved seeing the joy she could bring her second in command, although this particular technique might be a bit too effective, judging by the way Chakotay's breath quickened, coming in laboured pants. She deliberately slowed her rhythm, trying to level the playing field, as it were. She focused on feeling the length of his shaft penetrate her, concentrated on his scent that filled her head and made her heart skip a beat. Her legs already ached; she wasn't used to this kind of physical exertion. Still, she soon felt the familiar gathering and tightening in her belly that heralded her orgasm. She smiled and closed her eyes, her lips tasting Chakotay's neck. The commander had started bucking his hips which was making her job more difficult, but she just went with it, speeding up. Their faces were barely an inch apart, both covered in sweat and panting heavily. She had given up on trying to be quiet a while back and was dimly aware that she gasped out his name more than once. Finally, she felt Chakotay spasm in orgasm, but she wasn't far behind, throwing her head back in exhausted bliss. He was still holding her tightly, but now he carefully lowered himself onto the floor, taking her with him. She put her head onto his shoulder, enjoying the way their bodies fit together. Kathryn felt her breath gradually return to normal while she languidly ran her fingers over his neck and back.
She had never guessed that they'd become intimate so soon, but somehow it didn't feel soon, but rather like they'd finally found each other again after a long time. She suddenly felt very tired, and despite their awkward position on the floor, she was just nodding off when Chakotay stirred underneath her, jolting her awake.
She inhaled deeply, making a contented noise. He smoothed back her hair that was clinging to her face, and kissed her forehead tenderly. She couldn't remember when she'd last felt so safe and so relaxed. She shifted her head slightly to meet his lips with hers, a tired smile spreading in the wake of their kiss. "That was a long day," she murmured sleepily.
Chakotay caught her eyes, hand still stroking her hair gently. "Do you want me to leave?"
She thought for a second. "No."
They had both been fairly tired, still it taken them a while to find sleep. Kathryn smiled wistfully as she relished the feeling of Chakotay's arm around her waist. She felt exhausted and more than a little reluctant to go to the bridge, but her sense of duty won out over her desire to sleep. She turned around to face Chakotay, who seemed to be asleep. She brought her left hand up to touch his face. His eyes opened almost immediately, the expression on his face one of joyful realisation.
"I have to get ready for my shift," she said regretfully.
He ran his hand up her body under her undershirt, pulling her closer. "Right now?" His voice was velvety and his eyes already burned with passion. She chuckled, even as she felt her body respond to him. With a sinuous movement, she straddled him, her hands on his chest. She leaned down to kiss him, feeling his lips open immediately. Kathryn tried to keep the kiss light and teasing, but her own desire prevented her from following through. When she became aware of what she was doing, she had already moved her briefs out of the way and guided his shaft inside. Great, she chided herself, but let's make it a quick one.
Before Chakotay had even really grasped what was happening, she already had him panting again. This woman just continued to surprise him. He didn't have time to dwell on that though, for his senses demanded his attention. She was still kissing him, moving her hips slowly but forcefully, hazing his mind. His hands came up to roam her skin, wishing she had removed her shirt. Emboldened by his arousal, he slipped one of his hands around underneath the fabric to touch her breast. Kathryn gasped at the contact and increased her speed. He guessed she was already quite close, so he gave up on trying to delay his own climax. The wave of pleasure hit them almost simultaneously, crushing them under delicious fulfilment with unwithstandable force.
Kathryn gave him another deep, passionate kiss, then got up with obvious regret on her face. "I really wish I could stay," she said, already pulling off her clothes while she headed for the bathroom. Chakotay gladly watched her graceful body until she disappeared through the door. Moments later, the screech of the sonic shower filled the room, and Chakotay decided to find out what time it was.
The computer informed him that it was barely half past four in the morning. He briefly contemplated going back to sleep, but decided against it. He might be off duty, but he'd be damned if he couldn't find something to do.
Kathryn thoroughly enjoyed her sonic shower, glad to feel the pulses cleanse her skin of sweat and other fluids. She still couldn't really get her head around the fact that she'd slept with Chakotay ... twice.
In a way, though, it might be good that it had happened so soon. She'd grown almost anxious whenever she'd met the commander, because the sexual tension between them had just become too intense. Hopefully, they'd gotten rid of the worst of that last night.
She felt a rush of excitement when she remembered the date they had scheduled for that night. Just a bit more than fifteen hours of unbearable anticipation ... what could go wrong?
Kathryn finished her routine and exited the bathroom, finding Chakotay already fully clothed. She hurried to get dressed as well, feeling his eyes appraising her. He was slightly flushed when she turned to him in her uniform.
"Care to join me for breakfast?", he said, extending his arm. She grinned and took it. She wasn't a breakfast person, but she had some time left before her shift.
As they took the turbolift up to the mess hall, Kathryn experienced a rather vivid flashback of last night's turbolift ride. By the time the lift stopped, she had gotten to the part where she had seriously contemplated getting down on her knees and ...
Kathryn felt quite sure that her face was as red as her uniform when they left the lift, still walking rather closely together.
The mess hall doors slid open, revealing some of the usual suspects already gathered there. Tuvok sat in a corner by himself, drinking tea and studying a padd. When he spotted them, he raised an eyebrow, but went straight back to reading. Harry and Tom were a tiny bit less subtle. Harry was the first to see them enter, and immediately flushed crimson in embarrassment, which alerted Tom who surreptitiously gazed over his shoulder. Kathryn was quite certain that his expression of careful disinterest was rehearsed. Too bad they hadn't bet anything on Harry spilling the beans. She exchanged a look with Chakotay that communicated just that, and he chuckled merrily.
Kathryn chose some breakfast foods from the counter at random, and had Neelix pour her some coffee. The Talaxian seemed very fidgety, so she guessed the news had reached him, too. She made a mental note of coming up with a way to make it official.
They sat down, and Kathryn couldn't help grinning in triumph. "I knew Harry wouldn't keep quiet on that."
Chakotay laughed into his coffee. "To be fair, he probably thought we'd been possessed by some alien lifeforms making us act irresponsibly."
She chuckled. "And with our track record for running into weird anomalies, who can blame him."
They enjoyed their breakfast together, laughing and joking, watched by many. When Kathryn discovered that it was already five o'clock, she leaned across the table again. "We have to decide how we're going to handle this," she said, suddenly serious.
Chakotay nodded. "I think you should take the lead on that. I'll go along with pretty much anything."
She grinned wickedly, touching his shoulder affectionately. "I'll remember that for tonight."
"You better." His smirk was as rare as it was hot.
She was tempted to lean in and kiss him, but curbed that impulse. "Enjoy your day off."
She couldn't shake the grin that seemed plastered onto her face, so she just went with it, greeting the night shift in much higher spirits than usual.