Chakotay laughed and went to the full length window to look out over the grounds. There wasn't much to see in the darkness, but the sky shone with thousands of pinpoints of stars. He looked up at them and found himself remembering Voyager as he always did when he looked at the sky now. Kathryn put her arm around his waist and stood with him.
"I miss it sometimes. Do you?" she asked.
"Yes, I do. The Delta Quadrant wasn't all bad. We had some good times, too. We built a home and a family together." He turned to her and kissed her temple. "I fell in love with you out there. I'm glad we made it back, though, if for no other reason than that we can finally be together."
"That is a definite bonus," she said with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly. He hugged her to him and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent and shivering at the tickle of her hair around his face. She felt chills race over her body when he nipped just under her ear. A low moan escaped her, and her fingers tightened over the muscles of his shoulders. His hands slid down to the small of her back and pulled her hips to his.
She could feel his erection against her, and she thrust into him. He kissed his way from her neck over her jaw to her mouth, and her lips parted in invitation. He lightly licked over her bottom lip before plunging his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues circled and slid together, and his hands moved lower to her buttocks. When they pulled apart to breathe, his eyes had darkened and his desire for her was plain to see. She slipped her hands under his shirt and lightly trailed them over his chest.
He massaged her buttocks and said, "Come to bed with me."
"Yes," she answered, her voice husky with need.
He led her by the hand into the bedroom and stopped by the bed. She pulled his shirt off and returned her hands to his chest, her lips following as she kissed and licked his heated skin. He cupped her breast and felt the nipple harden under her T-shirt. He circled his thumb over the stiff bud, and she pushed into his touch. He grabbed the hem of her shirt, and she paused her kisses while he slipped it over her head.
He held her waist as his eyes travelled over her, taking in the swell of her breasts cradled in a white lace bra, the peaks of her nipples visible through the material. He lowered his head and gently teethed one bud. She moaned and thrust her hips against him as she held onto his arms. He slid his hands to the clasp of her bra and released it, dragging the straps down her arms and letting it drop between them. He cupped her breast and watched the rosy flesh pucker under his touch. He sucked the peak between his lips and darted his tongue over her as she pulled his head harder to her. His hands went to her buttocks again, and she rocked against him and moaned. "I need you, Chakotay."
He raised his head to look at her and said, "You have me, my love. Every part of my being is yours." He took her in a crushing kiss and lowered her onto the bed. He took off her boots and socks and tugged at her pants, sliding them down her legs and onto the floor. She was wearing white lace underwear, and he hungrily watched the soft sheen as she slid up to the pillows.
He took off his own shoes and pants, leaving his briefs on as he knelt on the bed and reached for her panties. She lifted her hips, and he slowly lowered the lace down her toned legs and tossed them onto the floor. "You're so beautiful," he groaned as he bent his head to lick the inside of her thigh, his warm breath making the skin quiver. Her scent was intoxicating, and he hardened even more.
"Let me see you," she gasped, looking at his underwear. He stood back up and took them off, then crawled onto the bed to balance on his knees between her thighs. His shaft stood out long and thick, the head glistening with a drop of his oils. She sat up and trailed her fingertips along his length. "My imagination didn't do you justice," she purred.
"I know it's been a while for you," he said. "I'll be gentle, I promise."
She looked into his eyes, hers darkened to a cobalt blue, and said, "I don't want you to be gentle." Her hand tightened around him, and she slowly pumped him. He groaned as his hips rocked into her hand. She leaned forward and licked the drop from his tip, swirling her tongue over the slit before sliding down the underside. She took him into her mouth, and his hands tangled through her hair. Her lips slid over his shaft as the tip of her tongue darted around him. She opened her throat and took as much of him as she could, her fingers circling the base.
"Oh, gods," he gasped as he fought the urge to buck into her. She hummed around him as she deep throated him over and over again before slipping back up to the tip. He felt his orgasm building and gripped her head. He pulled himself from her lips and gasped, "I can't take any more."
He sat back on his heels and bent forward to kiss her, his hands holding her to him and his tongue sliding into her mouth. He gently pushed her down to the pillow and hovered his body over hers. He trailed light, wet kisses down her neck and chest, suckling each nipple into a hard peak and licking the underside of each breast. He continued his way over her belly and right hip until he was lying between her thighs. He slipped his hands under her buttocks, tilted her upward, and circled his tongue around her opening before sliding through her folds to her pearl.
She sucked in her breath as her body twitched and her hands grabbed at the mattress. He pushed his tongue inside of her and lapped at her moisture, her moans sending tingles down his spine to his hardened shaft. He licked his way back up to her swollen clit and nipped it between his lips. Her thighs jerked, and her moans grew louder. He pulled one hand from under her and slipped a finger inside her, her walls gripping around him as her hands clasped his head.
"Yes," she hissed. "Don't stop." He pushed a second finger into her as the tip of his tongue worked over her pearl. He could feel her muscles clenching around him and raised his eyes to watch her face. Her mouth was opened, her eyes closed, and her hair shimmered around her. He slid his fingers in and out of her faster and flicked her clit against his teeth. She let out a short cry as her stomach hardened and her hands pulled at his head. He sucked harder and pushed his tongue against her. Her walls spasmed and he stilled his fingers as deep in her as he could. With two more darts of his tongue, she cried out, and he watched her climax play over her face.
When the waves through her core began to subside, he crawled up the bed, guided his erection to her and slid into her slowly. She opened her eyes and gazed into his. "Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No. You feel so good."
He lowered his body on top of her and began a gentle rocking, feeling her stretch around him to take him fully. She wrapped her legs over his and ran her hands over his back and shoulders. He tenderly kissed her, his control slipping when her tongue pushed between his lips to share her taste. Her hips rose against him harder, and his thrusts strengthened. Her tight, wet heat was quickly pushing him to the edge, and he groaned. She pulled her knees back and arched her back when he plunged deeper. He dropped his head to her neck and drove into her as her nails gripped him.
He angled to reach her g-spot and knew he found it when she tightened around him and gasped. Faster, harder, he thrust into her and drove her toward another climax as his own threatened to overtake him. "Come for me, love," he growled in her ear. "Let go and come for me." With two more deep thrusts, her body locked around his as her core milked his shaft. "That's it, sweetheart. Oh gods." He buried himself in her heat and pumped his seed into her as they clung to each other in the grip of the shared orgasm.
When he was spent, he lay panting against her neck as she stroked his back and arms. He rolled to his side and pulled her with him, cradling her head against his chest and caressing her hair. "I love you so much, Kathryn," he said softly.
She raised her head. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're here with me."
He cupped her cheek and said, "You've never been alone, even if sometimes I made you feel that way."
"I always knew, even those times it seemed we had drifted so far apart. I always knew you were there for me if I needed you. That past is what brought us together now. I'll never deny my love for you again."
"And I'll never leave you again. I'm here to stay." He lowered his lips to hers and held her against him with her leg between his and her hands caressing his back.
When they were forced to pull apart to breathe, she pushed herself up and said, "I need a shower. Would you like to join me?"
"You have to ask?"
"I guess not," she grinned. "You have to get up first and hand me a towel or something to wipe off with."
He rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth. He gently wiped their fluids from her thighs and between her legs, then kissed the top of her mound before pulling her up. She started the shower, and they stepped under the warm spray. She leaned her head back under the water, her body arching toward him. He trailed his fingertips from the hollow of her neck down the valley between her breasts. When she lowered her head again, her bright blue eyes held his gaze and he sucked in his breath.
Sometimes he forgot how strikingly beautiful she was until a certain look from her, a tilt of her head in the light, or the way she smiled gripped his heart. He slipped one hand to the small of her back while the other caressed the lines of her strong jaw and chin, and his thumb smoothed over her bottom lip. "I find it hard to believe you're really mine," he said quietly. "You're here in my arms, and it feels like a dream."
"This is a dream, Chakotay. One that I've had for a long time and finally come true. The moment I saw you in the park and you hugged me, there was no going back. Nothing else in my life has ever felt so right."
His hand slid to the nape of her neck as his lips sought hers, sharing her breath and tasting her. Skin slid against skin as the water cascaded over them. He turned her in his arms and hugged her back to his chest, his erection pressing against the base of her spine. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, and his hands cradled her breasts as he licked the warm droplets from her neck. Her soft moans and sighs sounded in his ear, joined by his own grunts when her fingers slipped between their bodies and teased his hard shaft. He dropped one hand lower to cup her heat, and gentle thrusts of his hips pushed her against his palm.
Her hand loosed its grip on his thigh and spread over the top of his between her legs, pushing his finger inside her to feel her slick with desire. She guided him to her swollen nub and set the rhythm of his fingertips circling over her. Together, they drove her toward her climax, his teeth and tongue finding the little places on her neck and shoulder that sent chills down her body. Her muscles tightened and her legs trembled, and she pulled her other hand from between them, her palm slapping against the shower wall as her buttocks writhed over his erection. She pushed his fingers harder against her sex and urged him faster as he slid his other arm between her breasts to hold her up.
Her sudden, sharp cry rang through the small space, and her hand left his to grip the wall. He felt her orgasm race through her body, and in one swift movement he bent over her back and plunged into her rippling heat. He drove into her in long strokes, one hand wrapped over her hip and the other still playing over her pearl. The grip of her wet core pulled him to the edge of sanity as his back bowed and he pounded into her. She pushed against him and tilted her hips, taking him even deeper. He slid his arms up the front of her body to grasp her shoulders, embracing her tightly to him.
His rhythm faltered, his sac tightened between his thighs, and with a guttural cry, he exploded inside her. Each pump of his seed jerked him deep in her core until he felt like his legs would give way beneath him. With a final thrust and a grunt against her neck, he slid to the floor of the shower, pulling her with him to sit on his lap. Her forehead rested against the wall between her hands, and he wrapped his arms around her waist and panted against her back. When his heart beat slowed and he regained control of his muscles, he nudged her to turn around and straddle his thighs. He sought her lips in a brief kiss, then held her head to his shoulder and caressed her back.
Still breathing hard, she said, "I hope the sound proofing is as good as Tom said."
He chuckled and pushed her hair back off her face. "If we get a standing ovation from the crew in the morning, we'll know it's not."
"I love you, Chakotay."
"I love you, too, hon."
They rested against each other for several more moments, and then got up to finish their shower. They dried off, and he gently combed out her hair while she sat between his legs on the bed. They put their pajamas on, deciding it would be prudent in case they had to leave the room in a hurry in the middle of the night. They climbed under the covers and he held her to his side, her arm draped over his chest. He caressed her hair and face, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Sleep, sweetheart," as her eyes closed.
