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Rated NC-17
Birthday smut for JinnyR, as ordered...uh, requested. J Not much plot, just a smutty little first time for J and C. Happy 50th Birthday, Jinny dear!
"I'm fifty today." Kathryn stopped at the door to her quarters. "Neelix's party was wonderful, but really I think I would have preferred a smaller, more intimate, celebration. I'm just not up for this kind of big celebration anymore."
Chakotay smiled down at his captain. "You did pretty well. You must have danced with every crewman, drunk at least four glasses of Tom's punch, and you managed a whole slice of Neelix's surprise cake, which is more than anyone else did."
"Everyone made a huge effort. And, don't get me wrong, I loved it." She caught at his arm. "But next time, if you get wind of something like this, try and steer them toward a dinner party instead. Tom and B'Elanna, the Doc and Seven, Harry and Megan, you and me."
He covered her hand with his own, threading his fingers through hers. "We can do that as well. In a few days time, when Tom's recovered."
"A broken ankle is nothing these days. I'm sure the Doc had the osteo-regenerator humming before Tom cleared the sickbay doors." She chuckled. "I won't forget Tom's dive off the messhall table, though. And Harry's expression when he realized that Tom expected him to catch him." She keyed in the code to her door and tugged him forward. "Come and have a night cap with me. A snifter of fifty-year old brandy for an old woman."
He followed her inside willingly, settling on the couch as she hunted in the closet for the brandy. "You're not old, Kathryn. You'll never be old, at least not to me."
She turned toward him, the brandy in her hand, and even in the dim lighting, he saw the faint glimmer of unshed tears. "Thank you." Her voice was husky, as if the words were caught somewhere in her throat. "You don't know how much I needed to hear that."
Chakotay couldn't help himself. Rising, he walked over to her and took the bottle and glasses from her hand. With a gentle touch on her waist, he turned her so that she faced him. Her face was soft, unguarded as she gazed up at him. His fingers traced the line of her cheekbones and daringly, dropped down to trace her lips. "We've never crossed this barrier, Kathryn," he whispered to her, "but fiftieth birthdays are special. I'm allowed to say this today."
One part of him was screaming not to take the risk. If he said the words, if he made them real, he wasn't sure he could take them back. Worse still, she could reject them completely. But it was the starlight, the afterglow of the party, when she had laughed and danced and been so alive, and he had fallen even further in love-all of these things were pushing him to speak.
"To me, you'll be beautiful, even when you're one hundred. Your hair may be gray, your face may be lined, but none of them will matter. It's your strength and glow, and inner beauty that matters. And those I will always love. But don't think I don't love you now, for I do. Right now, I'd like nothing more than to take you in my arms and-"
He hesitated, aware that he had already said too much, more than even this unexpected lifting of the protocol barrier allowed. The words had come unbidden, spilling out into the artificial night. They were drawn from his heart and couldn't be taken back.
Her mouth twisted, as if she were fighting for control. Then her arms slid up, lightly skimming his back and shoulders, to wind themselves around his neck.
"I'm in your arms, Chakotay." She said the words quietly, without dramatics or gesture. "What do you want to do?"
He slid his own arms around her, pulling her tight against his body. "I want to kiss you."
"What's stopping you?"
In the moment before his lips claimed hers, he wondered if he would regret this, tomorrow, when it wasn't her birthday any longer maybe another reality, but he couldn't make himself care. The kiss started softly, a tentative exchange of breath, a gentle merging of lips, then as the heat uncoiled, lambent and incalescent, in his belly, Chakotay pulled her closer still, nudging her lips apart to tangle his tongue with hers. Somewhere in the buzz of joy in his head, he wondered if this were too much for her. Surely, she had only wanted a birthday kiss, an affirmation of their friendship and the possibility of more, but this.... This was wild and fierce, joyful and sexual. This had gone way beyond a simple kiss. This was a merging of souls, a give and take of love.
Kathryn's mouth was moist, her tongue dancing with his, a mating dance of aggression and need. She grasped his ears with both hands, steadying him when he would have drawn back. Then, finally, when he wasn't sure if his legs would support him, and when his cock was so rigid in his pants that one more brush of her hips against him would have him exploding like phaser fire, she broke the kiss.
Her eyes glittered. "You said you love me. Was that merely to keep me happy on my birthday, or did you mean it?"
The edge of forever loomed, and he knew he had to take that step. "I mean it. I've loved you for a long time, Kathryn. Somewhere, even if not now, you'll be in my future. I'm sure of it."
Her eyes closed briefly, and she swayed, as if the weight of his words were too much. Straightening, she leaned her head against his chest, and his shirt muffled her words. "I love you too. Surely we've waited long enough?"
Dropping his lips to her hair, he murmured, "Make love with me, Kathryn. Tonight, tomorrow night, forever, for as long as we both shall live."
"That sounds suspiciously like a vow." Her words were shaky, but she didn't hesitate. Taking his hand, she stepped away and led him to her bed.
Her bedroom was dark, lit only by the shifting stars outside the viewport. She moved away from him, calling for lights at twenty percent, slipping the buttons of the green dress she wore.
"Wait," he said, hoarsely. "Let me. I've waited too long for this." His pulse thundered in his ears, and his cock pressed uncomfortably against the linen trousers he wore.
Kathryn paused, the dress pushed partway off her shoulders. Crossing to her, Chakotay pressed his lips to her neck, as his hands worked the remaining buttons of the dress. It slid down her body in an emerald caress to pool at her feet. Underneath, she wore a sheer burgundy bra and pants; they banded across her body, rich wine red against her pale skin.
"Beautiful," he said against her skin, and his hands traced the lines of her body to cup her breasts.
She gasped, a breathy little sound in the stillness, and moved her head, allowing his lips better access. Her breasts swelled into his palms and he stroked her nipples through the silk with careful fingers.
Laying her down on the bed, he lowered himself alongside, and started to run his fingers over her skin, slowly, gently, meandering over her dips and curves, over the valleys of light and shadow, cataloging her small gasps of pleasure and the way her skin shivered under his touch. She was soft, her skin pale in the starlight, marred only by the small blemishes of an active life. Bending, he tongued her belly, over the small round scar hiding there, then he kissed his way down to the edge of her panties.
Her hands came down to hold him there, and her breathing hitched, then resumed in soft pants. She was so soft, so female. The panties stretched over her hipbones and he dipped his fingers down, feathering over her belly until he touched the springy curls of hair. Female scent coiled out to meet him as she shifted her legs apart slightly, inviting him to explore further. Ignoring his aching cock, he shifted, and settled himself between her thighs lifting one of them so that it draped over his shoulder. Reaching up with his fingers, he pushed up her lace bra so that he could see her breasts.
Kathryn took the hint, and raised herself slightly, unclasping her bra with shaking fingers. He pushed the lace away, resuming his caress of her breasts, stroking slowly over their rounded surface, feathering over her nipples. Then, when his arms began to ache from the position, he drew back down to the valley between her thighs. Raising her hips, she wordlessly encouraged him to remove her final piece of clothing.
Chakotay couldn't hold back a gasp when he finally saw her naked for the first time. Her hair spread out over the pillow; a vibrant corona of life and color. Her face was flushed, pink spots of color on her cheeks. Slitted eyes gazed down at him, and her breathing was rapid. With careful fingers, he parted the moist curls, probing gently to find what movements and places excited her most.
A hiss of air through her teeth, a slight flinch, and he gentled his touch, waiting until she relaxed down again before continuing. Moisture coated his fingers, thick and female, and he resisted the urge to taste her, not until she was completely comfortable with him. But as he rubbed, her thighs spread wider, and her noises became louder, until she was bucking and moaning under his fingers.
He couldn't resist any longer, and bent his head, sucking lightly on her nub, using his fingers to part her sex, and slide up inside her wet channel.
Her orgasm was as fierce and unrestrained as her kisses. Her sex tightened around his fingers, clenching, releasing, shivering with the pleasure of release. Moisture coated his tongue, and he could feel it on his chin. He gentled her through the aftershocks, withdrawing his finger slowly.
"Kathryn?"
She lay on the bed, her legs akimbo, her breath coming in short pants, the sex flush receding from her breasts. Hair covered her face, disarranged from its normal neat style, and her eyes glowed. He had never seen her so disheveled. He had never seen her so beautiful.
"Love me," she said to him, and the expression on her face spoke more than any words ever could.
Swiftly, he shed his clothing, pausing only when she shuffled forward, and hooked her fingers in the top of his briefs. Small hands ran over his chest, his back, and the long muscles in his thighs, which tightened convulsively underneath her ministrations. Those same fingers lowered his briefs, freeing his cock, which sprang out hard and purple. Then, unbelievably, it was engulfed in her warm, wet mouth, and her tongue was dancing over the head, lapping up his seeping fluid.
"No, Kathryn, wait-" The words wouldn't come, as part of him wanted her to continue, to never stop until he blew, hot and salty, in her mouth.
She understood, and moved back, so that he straddled her body. Shuffling again, she pulled him down to her, and raised her legs, aligning their sexes, so that he covered her body like a blanket. Face to face. Chest to breast. Heart to heart.
Hard to soft, his cock probed, seeking a moist resting place. One small movement of her hips and he was inside, and the wonder of it all nearly made him come, there and then, without a single thrust. Plasma conduits, Vulcan poetry, warp field differentials. They ran through his head in a desperate procession, as he fought for control. But control was a fragile thing, and Kathryn's shining eyes, and her hands on his buttocks urging him on were too much. A single thrust, another, and then he was pounding desperately, stretching tender tissues, hoping like hell he wasn't hurting her. But it was too much, too glorious, too real, and he was coming, in a heated rush of white, pushing himself into her body as she clenched and shuddered around him.
Sticky satisfaction, love given and returned. Chakotay bore his weight on his elbows, bending to kiss her with tenderness.
Kathryn returned the kiss, shifting so that he rolled away from her. Gathering her up in his arms, he stroked her hair, fanning it over his skin where it took on a life of its own, glowing fox red against golden skin, shimmering in the starlight.
He lifted up to see her face. She was relaxed, her face content as she drowsed. No sign of regret, no trace of remorse to be seen.
Stroking a hand down her body, he cupped her buttock. "Happy birthday, Kathryn."
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