THE ARTIST

Rated NC17
Disclaimer: Not my characters, only borrowing them for some fun.
Summary: Kathryn has an art lesson in daVinci's studio.
Thank you to Shayenne for the beta.

"Katerina! You are here for your lesson, no?" Maestro daVinci greeted his pupil at the entrance to his workshop.

It was such a thrill to work with this man-he had a way of seeing the world that took her breath away. Kathryn knew he was merely a hologram, but that did nothing to squelch the awe she felt for the true daVinci who had lived centuries ago. Contrary to her normal behavior, she was a bit nervous and eager to please around the great Leonardo. Unfortunately, her art skills were among some of her weakest talents. Not much talent, at all. Kathryn had a keen eye and focus, but lacked the emotional quality needed to round out her work. A quick study, she mastered the technique without infusing much beauty.

DaVinci was brutal in his critique and Kathryn felt the sting of his words more than once during her tutelage. Her determination to improve led her to continually subject herself to his intimidating presence. Kathryn attacked any coveted skill or knowledge with the ferocity of a Janeway--lack of mastery providing the drive to work even harder.

This time, the human body was the subject as in the past two visits. Challenged by the human form, Kathryn grabbed her sketch pad and charcoal only to a see a column of canvas enveloping something the size and shape of a human, standing upright on the model's platform.

"I don't understand, Maestro? How do you expect me to draw what I cannot see?"

"I expect you to draw ONLY that which you can see, my dear. You have been sketching and losing the fragments of the drawing to the form in its entirety. I can't see the trees for the forest!"

Eyes wide and voice quiet she murmured, "What exactly do you mean? I thought my sketches from last time turned out quite good."

He picked up the drawings from the easel, gesturing toward them wildly. "Each part was merely mediocre, at best. The arm was only an arm to you. The neck lacked the graceful lines and shading of which I know you are capable! And you spent entirely too much time on the face. This is about the body! You aren't ready to work on faces! You lack the training!" His face grew red as he ranted. DaVinci continued to explain. "I have decided that we will approach this differently. Since you see in fragments, we will work in fragments. When you have successfully drawn each part to my satisfaction, I will allow you to move on to the form as a whole. Until then! You draw a hand, only. A leg. A back, etcetera..."

The maestro reached for the canvas and brought out a large hand, carefully draping the material around the wrist so that only the model's hand was exposed.

And a nice hand it was...The large, yet strongly elegant hand obviously belonged to a male and the darker skin tone did not surprise her. The maestro's models were nearly always darker of skin. He believed the greater pigment forced his student to work harder to get the shading correct. He was right, of course.

Kathryn set to sketching the lines of the hand and before long, she showed the paper to an appreciative daVinci.

"Ah! That is more like it! This is a hand that appears to have blood running through its veins! Now we will work on the back, my dear. Let me re-drape this..."

He began rearranging the canvas on the model to expose the back. A canvas hood covered the man's head, hiding the face from her. "No distractions, here. I want you to draw only that which is not concealed by the drape."

DaVinci secured the material around the model's hips with an ancient-looking wooden clip, revealing his back.

Oh my. And what a back it was. The man's broad, bronze shoulders tapered to a narrow, cinched waist. He appeared powerful and muscular without self-conscious chiseling. A rapt Kathryn immediately began to sketch the beauty in front of her. Her face frowned in concentration as she quickly transferred that which was in her mind's eye to the holographic paper. Within moments, she proudly tilted the pad so that her teacher could critique her work.

"Well, well! What have we here? This is the best work I've seen from you yet, Katerina! You have obviously had too much to look at in our previous sessions. You do well with this fragmentary sketching. I believe we move onto the legs, now, no?"

Re-covering the shoulders, daVinci lifted the length of canvas that puddled on the floor around the model's feet. With much effort, he rolled the heavy material up and secured it just under the hips with the same clip. Muscled thighs and handsomely-shaped legs were uncovered, attached to large, yet graceful feet. Kathryn noticed with quite a bit of admiration, that the legs were nearly hairless and every bit as attractive as the other parts that she had sketched. She eagerly set to work capturing what she saw.

The maestro's praise was a balm to her ego as she allowed herself the luxury to finally enjoy the process she studied. She didn't feel like the captain at this moment in time. Kathryn felt like, well...Kathryn.

The motes of dust sparkled in the holographic sunlight shining in through the window. They looked like little jewels as they played against the holographic model's legs. Kathryn was free to notice this, whereas the captain most certainly would not have. She felt light and younger than she had in a long time.

When her teacher declared another sketch well done, he once again moved in front of the model to rearrange the cloth and position the next element she would be allowed to view. The chest. If it were anything near as luscious as the rest had been so far, she was in for a treat.

Kathryn was not disappointed. The golden chest was broad and exuded strength and pride. Her mouth watered as daVinci struggled with the clip and the canvas once again. If he would just move, she could get a clear view and begin her work, but the clip was giving him some trouble. Such an old-fashioned object was not best-suited for the heavy material and the maestro was attempting to secure the entire length of cloth low on the man's hips. Finally, he had it secure and stepped aside to allow her view.

The old man noticed the appreciation in her eyes and rumbled with a low chuckle. "He is attractive, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, quite. You always do the pick the best models, Maestro." Although previously, none had affected her this much, daVinci produced true beauty in the human body for her each time.

Kathryn scrutinized the form in front of her as she sketched. This body was somehow familiar, but she was not sure how. Studying the fine chest, she noticed a small, curved scar below the neck that she recognized. My God! This was a hologram of Chakotay!

She had seen that same scar on New Earth when they had been swimming in the river. After asking him how it came to be, Chakotay had spun a lovely tale of a young boy, a tree, and a swift deer. Kathryn had never believed him, knowing that most likely the events which led to the scar were ones he cared not to remember and had chosen a more entertaining story for her pleasure. But that was definitely Chakotay's scar and Chakotay's chest, hand, legs, and back. It all made sense now. No wonder he had seemed familiar. He WAS familiar.

All of a sudden Kathryn felt like she was somehow violating her first officer. It seemed wrong to be staring at him so intimately without his knowledge. The models that she had sketched before had been created and chosen entirely from the computer's data base. She wasn't exactly sure how all of this worked, with a semi-sentient hologram like daVinci's, but she was almost certain that he didn't understand the ethics involved in such a matter.

"Maestro? Where did you, uh, find this model?"

"Ah! Your physician was kind enough to allow me to thumb through a sort of book with life-like images of dozens upon dozens of people. This man was my first choice for obvious reasons, no?"

"Did this man give...consent to using his image in this fashion?"

"But of course! When he heard that the Great daVinci wanted him to model for an art student he was more than flattered! Yes-quite agreeable to the session!"

Kathryn could imagine that exchange, and Chakotay's smug look when told about an art student. Everyone on Voyager knew that she studied with daVinci on the holodeck. Chakotay would enjoy the thought of Kathryn sketching him, studying his body.

Well, she could hardly deny that she was enjoying it. Quite the contrary-this new revelation only added to her appreciation of the subject. He had been attractive before, but now that she knew who the beautiful body belonged to, it doubled the attraction in her eyes.

Broad shoulders and muscled arms topped his torso and one of arms led down to the hand she had previously studied so carefully. As many times as Kathryn had watched his hands on the console between their command chairs, she found it difficult to believe that she hadn't placed it right off. There was a light dusting of dark hair around each brown nipple which punctuated the curves of the musculature underneath them. The skin of his taut stomach was divided by a thin line of fine black hair leading down from his navel and thickening right before the drape halted her visual inspection.

Kathryn's mouth watered at the thought of what lay right beneath the canvas. If only she could see the rest of him...

As if by divine intervention, the weak wooden clip chose this exact moment to fail and spring open with a loud pop, allowing the fabric around the model to slip to the floor. The hologram remained standing as it was programmed to do, but Kathryn found it nearly impossible to maintain any sort of composure while gaping at what had previously appeared only in her heated dreams. He was...he looked...the only word that came to mind was magnificent. Oh yes, and delicious. In no way had her dreams done him any sort of justice.

His thick, flaccid penis hung well down his thigh and confirmed her suspicions that he wasn't circumcised. She briefly wondered if this hologram was produced precisely from the doctor's logs. Was it anatomically accurate? If it was, then...whew.

Kathryn had never been one to find male genitalia beautiful because of its functional shape and lack of...finesse. But she had never seen any sight quite so breathtaking as the one she was currently appreciating. What was so different? Was it the sculpted body in conjunction with its...attachments, or was it the deep friendship she shared with this man? Could it be that she found him so attractive because a sexual relationship with him was impossible? So much floated in her mind as she raked him in with her eyes.

Her teacher's voiced startled her as he made his way to the model to attend the wardrobe malfunction. "Katerina! You must like what you see or you wouldn't be staring so. Close your mouth or you will catch flies!" His rich laugh taunted her in a friendly manner. "One would think you are maiden in the way you devour him with your eyes!"

Snapping to, Kathryn replied, "I didn't mean to stare, Maestro. But you have to admit, he is rather..."

"Mouth-watering?" More laughter.

"If you say so..." Kathryn allowed a small giggle as she rolled her eyes.

"This clip is a useless piece of junk! Since you are obviously enjoying the view, I will keep the drape away. But do NOT DRAW BELOW HIS WAIST! You can look all you want, but you are working only on the chest, remember?" DaVinci's eyebrows bobbed a bit. "Fragments only!"

Kathryn's concentration left her completely in response to a view of this magnitude. She truly attempted to sketch his chest, but failed miserably. Her eyes would barely stray from his mid-section only to be brought back all too quickly. His nudity was water for her thirsty eyes. Maybe it had just been too long.

Her feeble sketching slowed as her breathing increased. Perpetually drawn to his ample...attributes, her eyes began to notice a subtle change in him. She closed them tightly for a moment and when she opened them, YES! He had hardened and grown in the short time. That must mean...Oh God! This was no hologram...

Her voice was merely a whisper as she once again held her eyes shut hoping she was wrong. "Computer. Delete holographic characters."

Maestro daVinci's muttering ceased mid-sentence. Then she slowly opened her eyes. The figure in front of her shifted, pulling off the hood to reveal the slightly sweaty head of her first officer.

His face was a puzzle and then he murmured, "You didn't know it was me, did you?"

Kathryn slammed her sketch pad down onto the floor and stood, turning away from him. "You thought I KNEW I was drawing you!? What made you think that!?"

"When the doctor told me I was wanted as an artist's model, I assumed that, well, I thought you had requested me as your model." He sounded disappointed.

"What?! You heard daVinci! Our dear EMH let him browse through the medical records and find what he wanted. HE wanted you, not me."

"I heard, but this was the first I knew of it. What was I supposed to do? Say STOP? It sounded like you were making real progress. I didn't want to spoil it for you. If I'd been better able to stop a reflex," he gestured to his still semi-erect penis, " you'd have left the deck never knowing it was me. Besides, once you figured out it was my 'program' you didn't put a halt to the lesson, either."

Kathryn stayed facing away from Chakotay. She knew he was right and that she should have ended the program at that point. "What was it, anyway? My scar?" He felt for the crescent on his chest absently as he waited for her response.

Yes, he was definitely right. Consent or no, it was unprofessional of her to continue with her work using him in that manner. But he'd been such a pleasure to sketch. She'd enjoyed studying his form and had been as aroused by his accidental nudity as he obviously had been. Kathryn blanched as she remembered the discussion of his attributes with the maestro. And Chakotay had heard every word!

She turned back to him as he stood, touching his chest, but making no move to cover his fading erection. Spinning back around Kathryn ducked her head and smiled at her own prudishness. "Cover yourself, will you?"

Chakotay reached down for the drape and wrapped it absently around his hips and then noticed the pad on the floor next to him.

"Please? Let me see your work?" Kneeling down for the pad on the floor, he met a quickly stooping Kathryn, covering the latest sketch with her hands.

"That one didn't turn out so well. I had a few things on my mind right about then." A crooked grin caught him off-guard and he returned the smile with a dimpled one of his own.

Her anger had dissipated, thank God.

She flipped the page to the previous drawing and Chakotay went over each with her, commenting on several elements of her work. Kathryn noticed with no small amount of awe, that he knew quite a bit about technique. "I didn't know sketching was one of your many talents."

"Kathryn, with all due respect, you know very few of my talents." He realized by her expression, how suggestive that sounded and amended it with, "after all, we generally don't have the time to explore recreational past-times."

"Isn't THAT the truth. But you are an enigma in many ways. I guess I know very little about you..."

"But you know more than you did twenty minutes ago." His eyebrows rose, crinkling the marking over his forehead.

"And so I do..." Kathryn blushed in spite of herself. "Have you ever done much sketching?"

"At the academy, I used to entertain myself drawing my classmates. Some classes could be pretty slow, you know. I got fairly good at portraits, but I never got to do much life art like this."

He added, "When I thought you were the one asking me to model for you, I'd hoped that you'd do the same for me. I know I can use a hologram, but somehow, that doesn't hold the appeal. I want to draw someone I know well, like I used to do with my portraits."

"I've never considered myself an artist's model." Kathryn snorted with a derisive laugh, continuing, "besides, I don't think I could be comfortable with this."

"I'm not asking you to pose nude, Kathryn. I'd just like the opportunity to stretch my skills a little. Try something new." His eyes softly pleaded with her. "I wouldn't ask you to do anything you were uncomfortable with, you know that..."

His eyes stopped her refusal. Kathryn was intrigued. She'd wondered what it would feel like to be scrutinized so intently. What were the sensations of posing while someone captured her appearance in such a subjective way? "I wouldn't have to take off my clothes?"

"Well, I guess not, although it's difficult to draw an arm that's under two layers of Star Fleet armor.." He picked at her uniform jacket disappointingly.

"Could I leave on the drape and maybe show just a little skin? Nothing too, risque, you know..." Famous last words. She knew she'd be putty in those big golden hands. But hopefully, he didn't know that.

"I can work with that. Here, step behind that screen and use this to cover up. You still have the deck for more than an hour." He moved to hand her the drape wrapped around him and sensing her discomfort, he stopped. "You get out of your clothes and I'll hand you this. Don't worry. I'll find my pants as you lose yours."

The wicked grin he flashed made her pause. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

When she failed to head behind the screen, Chakotay took her hand. "Kathryn. Lighten up. Our positions make some things impossible between us, but art and a certain amount of...sensuality...don't have to be among those things. What's a little sketching between friends? Don't you trust me? "

She trusted him, alright. It was herself she wasn't so sure about. "Just hand me the drape and put on your pants."

Stepping behind the screen, Kathryn removed her jacket and gray tunic and thought a moment before unclasping her bra and tossing it on the growing pile of clothes. She didn't want the practical white thing to get in the way if he sketched her back. And she really had to lose the pants if he asked to draw a leg.

Down to her panties, she shrugged and dropped them on the top of the pile. They were ugly, white waist-high cotton briefs and it meant more to her that Chakotay not catch a glimpse of them than what they were designed to cover. Modesty comes in all forms, she chuckled to herself.

Kathryn emerged from behind the screen holding the drape clasped chastely around her neck from underneath the fabric. She shuffled to the soft hassock that Chakotay had placed on the platform and noted that his pants were on but he was still shirtless. As he turned toward her, she could see that the light-colored slacks he wore were unbuttoned at the waist and the zipper was not completely closed. Think about something else, Kathryn.

"Is it chilly in here for you?"

Obviously, Chakotay was commenting on the way she had herself wrapped so snugly in the cloth. Loosening her grip on the fabric, she shook her head slightly. "How exactly do you want me? Sitting or standing?"

His dark eyes flashed. A pause, and then, "I think we'll start off with a sitting pose. I want you at an angle to the window. The lighting's better that way."

Chakotay sat her on the low, cushioned stool and held her face in one of his hands. Let's loosen the cloak a bit, huh?"

Pulling some of the drape from her hands, she allowed first one shoulder and then another to show from beneath its covering. Her fingers still clasped tightly to the fabric, holding it together, up high under her chin. Chakotay made eye contact with her, placed his hands over hers and moved them down slowly until her neck and upper chest appeared above them. The pose was still quite appropriate, but allowed him access to sketch her neck, chest and shoulders.

"Now, tilt your head down and to the side. I only want a hint of your profile in this one."

She did as he told her and her short hair moved across her face to cover most of it. The pose was demure and feminine. Feeling lovely in spite of herself, Kathryn settled and Chakotay picked up a new pad and began his sketch.

The light shone in her auburn hair and the angle of it allowed the shadows to settle in the curve of her collarbones, tiny shoulders and the uppermost swell of her breasts. The artist transferred these graceful lines to his pad, and finally leaned forward and touched her shoulder indicating that he wanted her to look.

An inaudible gasp escaped from Kathryn as she saw his work. She looked beautiful. The sliver of profile was enough to show her distinctive chin and the nose above just peeking from around her hair. The softly white paper had so few lines drawn on it but conveyed her shape and contour. He had included the tiny freckles scattered across her chest, making her look delicate.

"It's...very good." Her words sounded weak compared to the emotion rushing through her. "Although I really don't think I look much like that..."

"This is how I see you...You look this way to me."

Kathryn nodded slowly and tilted her head to look into his eyes. She understood. He saw the beautiful woman in the drawing and he proved it to her through his art. Suddenly, she wanted to see more of herself reflected in this manner.

"Can I do your back now?"

"How should I..."

"Let's turn you around and loosen the drape back here."

She allowed him to reposition her on the hassock and pull the drape wide open in the back. As he stood behind her, he made the hole of the fabric both loose and wide as it hung down low behind.

Still seated, she felt the cool air touch her back and buttocks. Kathryn silently applauded her decision to lose the white panties.

Her hands held the drape together above her breasts. When she finally felt as though nothing were left covering her back, he stopped fussing and placed his hand on the back of her head and tilted her head forward toward her lap. Her hair fell around her face, further exposing the back of her neck.

The charcoal pencil scratched furiously on the paper causing goose flesh to creep up her neck and into her scalp. She sat for what seemed an eternity, but was only a minute or two, and finally felt the air on her naked back stir as he moved to lean over her shoulder with his pad. "Oh, my...you...I can't believe that's me..." The sketching showed that she was just as exposed to him as she felt. Her narrow back, spine running down the center, ended as the curve of her rear disappeared where it rested on the cushion. The cleft between her cheeks and the slight widening of her hips added the only other markings to the drawing.

Kathryn flushed at the sensation of seeing herself this unveiled. She felt a rush of fluid between her legs and imagined dropping the cloth and pulling him down onto her.

Distracting herself from her train of thought, she asked, "How do you make it look so real with only a few lines?"

Chakotay moved around in front of her and knelt with his pad. "Let me see your hand."

She pulled her arm out from under its covering, the edge of the cloth dropping dangerously low, and allowed him to place her hand, wrist up, against the paper.

"See? You're nearly as fair as the white paper. I only have to draw your outline and a few shadows to make all of you appear."

He was right. The difference between the light skin of her wrist and the paper was minuscule. And the difference between her skin and the tawny golden skin of his hand next to hers caused her to inhale deeply and shakily.

His breath was warm on her naked arm and nearly naked chest. He was just at the right height to...

"Can I sketch you from this angle again now?"

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Her breathing was fast and she hoped he didn't notice. Or she hoped he did. She wasn't sure just now.

He held her hand and helped her off the hassock pulling her down to sit on the pillow in front of him. With his palm pressed against her shoulder, Chakotay leaned her back against the cushioned seat.

"Let me loosen this a bit." Still kneeling in front of her, he gingerly plucked the edge of the drape that she was holding and moved it down. When she thought he would stop, he kept going. Moving her hand by the wrist, he moved it to cup her breast just beneath the cloth. Chakotay did the same with the other hand and then slowly pulled the fabric to her waist.

Kathryn sat on the pillow completely bared to the hips, the drape sitting in her lap. Both of her breasts were covered by her palms and closed fingers. Kathryn knew she was small, but the full coverage that she managed with small hands made her feel inadequate for the first time during the entire session.

Chakotay must have read her expression and tilted her face to his by putting a finger under her chin.

"You're perfect just as you are. The only way you could be more beautiful to me is if I could see all of you..."

With her eyes still riveted to his, Kathryn slipped her hands down below her breasts, caressing them, and splayed her fingers underneath the small mounds.

Looking down, he said, "Yes. Now you're breathtaking..."

Licking his lips, he moved his hand as if to touch her, and at the last moment, pulled it away abruptly and reached for his paper and charcoal.

Sitting no more than a foot in front of her, the artist sketched her chest. The pink nipples rose above her hands and from time to time, Kathryn moved her palms over the tiny buds and back down below them. She watched him watching her and her hands automatically mimicked the motion she imagined his eyes making. Her fingers swirled around the areolas but always came to rest below her breasts, giving him his original view for the sketch.

The thin trousers Chakotay wore showed his thick erection clearly as he sat cross-legged in front of her, sketch pad rested on one knee. The tip of his penis barely peeped out from the top of the half-undone zipper. She knew he would be hot and hard if she reached out to touch him.

All too soon, he turned the pad to show her what he had drawn. She saw that he had drawn her head down, hair hanging across her face as she watched her hands touch the puckered nipples. She could almost see the movement of her fingers on the rounded breasts. And her hands! They were delicate, with long fingers and dainty wrists. How could he see all of this in her? The drawing was the best yet.

"I'm amazed. You're...so good at this. And I've enjoyed myself, too. Thank you."

"No. Thank YOU. But I'd like to do one more. We have the time...Can I?

Kathryn nodded and Chakotay reached toward her to separate the fold of the fabric at her feet. "I haven't done your legs yet. Here, let me get this arranged."

He pulled the drape apart, unearthing her feet and continued slowly up her legs. Her feet were flat on the floor, knees pulled up slightly, as he worked at peeling the cloth from the last bit of concealed flesh. When he got to her waist, he looked to her for permission to undo the last of the wrapping.

Kathryn amazed herself when she nodded her consent. Sitting on the cloth, she pulled her knees up even closer, feeling the need to cover herself in spite of her desire to grab his cock and aim it for what he uncovered.

With her legs together, she showed nothing more than before. If he sat back down, her knees would successfully hide even her breasts from him. But he didn't sit back down. He looked down at her chest and studied her for a moment, fingers brushing at the stubble on his chin.

Seeming to come to a decision of sorts, Chakotay picked up her hand and brought her index finger to his mouth and sucked it inside. Her nostrils flared and more wetness spilled from her. Kathryn knew that he had to smell her desire puddling on the heavy fabric underneath her.

Pulling the wet finger from his mouth, he moved it to her breast. He directed the pad of her finger to circle her nipple with his saliva, blowing softly on the moisture at the same time. Instantly, her nipple hardened and he put the finger back to his mouth and repeated the process for its mate.

His eyes locked with hers again and he moved her trembling hand down her belly to rest on her mound.

"Let me draw you. All that soft, pink flesh, Kathryn...I want you to see for yourself how beautiful you are." He lightly rested his hands on her knees and watched her face.

Kathryn desperately wanted to show him everything. Words like 'protocol' and 'parameters' briefly swirled around in her mind and then faded when she felt the pressure of his hands pushing her knees apart.

Helpless at this point, Kathryn would do absolutely anything he asked her to. She only hoped she'd have the restraint to keep herself from pleading with him to taste her and touch her where she wanted his tongue and fingers.

Feet still flat on the floor, she moved her knees until they were wide apart, inviting Chakotay to see her fully. The deeply pink folds glistened with her wetness. Never before had she felt so exposed and erotic. In any other circumstance, this position would be an explicit invitation to all sorts of pleasure for them both. But here, she was merely giving him permission to transfer the sight to his sketch pad.

Still kneeling above her, Chakotay placed his hand at his fly and adjusted his painful hard-on. For a second, Kathryn was sure that he was freeing himself from the trousers and soon, would push himself fully into her, pressing her knees to her breasts.

Chakotay sat back with considerable effort and pulled his pad to his lap. Directly in front of her, he was aroused by the sight, but soon concentrated on the lines of his work.

After several minutes of frantic scratching, he stopped mid-stroke and looked intently at his subject. Kathryn had remained still, looking straight at his face, one hand teasing a nipple and the other still resting on her curls.

"Kathryn...Show me how you touch yourself. I want your expression...just right." His voice was velvet.

She'd found it nearly impossible to not stroke and tease her swollen bud as he'd watched. Now he was asking to see her pleasure. She barely recognized herself as she began swirling a finger in the moist folds and brushing it over the sensitive spot. The other hand pinched and teased the still-erect nipple. A low moan rumbled from Kathryn's chest as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back onto the hassock.

Feeling the sparks of pleasure tingling in her, Kathryn dipped her middle finger deep inside, withdrew, and rubbed the wetness back and forth. She wanted to scream at him to put down the paper and lick her wet pussy. She wanted to lean over the soft ottoman with her ass in the air and beg him to fuck her hard. Now.

Her peak was near. As she heard the quick scribbling of Chakotay's pencil, the thought of him watching her made the sparks turn into bolts of lightening, ripping up her thighs and through her breasts.

"Open your eyes. I want you to see me as you come..."

Eyes opening to his, Kathryn panted and groaned her desire as the lust she saw in his sent her jerking through her orgasm, back arched and toes pointed.

She lolled her head back and raised her face to the ceiling as Chakotay put the finishing touches on his work.

The tension was broken by the droning voice of the computer. "There are ten minutes left on your holodeck program."

Grasping for the drape around her, Kathryn said, breathlessly, "I can't believe that happened...I'm so...God I don't know what came over me..." She rose quickly, making her way to the screen where her clothes lay.

Chakotay stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Don't be uncomfortable. Even the captain deserves beauty and pleasure in her life. I was happy to help, and you helped me, too, with my art...thank you."

He let go and she tucked her head with a shy smile before ducking behind the screen to get dressed.

When finished, she moved to the other side and saw that Chakotay wore his slacks and shirt again. Picking up his pad, she looked at the last portrait he drew of her. She held her face straight ahead, eyes heavy with desire. The passion and lust were clear, along with the explicit detail given to her body. Although she could feel the loss of inhibitions she felt minutes ago by looking at the incredible drawing, he had managed to portray all of this with no pornographic quality. It looked like fine art, and she saw a beautiful woman, lost to her own pleasure.

"It's exquisite. Thank you for asking me to do this..." She looked wistfully at the drawing and then placed it on the floor. "I guess we'll have to delete these or someone else might use the program and find them."

"Oh, that won't be a problem. Computer, end program." The studio vanished and the grid of the holodeck glowed softly around them. On the floor next to Chakotay lay the pad with all of the sketches he had done. He picked it up and flipped the edges for Kathryn.

"It's real. I brought my own paper."

Kathryn's wide eyes regarded him as they made their way to the exit. He was going to walk out of there with those pictures of her? He flipped the pad closed, hiding the last one.

As they headed to the turbolift, Chakotay asked,"Where are you off to, Captain?"

"The bridge." With a quick stop by the washroom in her ready room... "I'm on duty in ten minutes. You?"

"I'll be in my quarters. I'd like to...study these a bit." He gave her a sideways wink as the lift doors closed on his face.

The end.

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