Rated NC-17 for graphic sex; J/C
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Kathryn burst through the door to the shelter sporting one of the largest grins Chakotay had ever seen.
"You'll never guess what I have behind my back."
"You finally caught the monkey?"
She chuckled. "No, better than that."
"Hmm... You found a coffee bush. Your beans are ready to roast?"
"No, but that would be nice..."
"I give. What do you have?"
Kathryn brought her hand around from behind her back, gently holding a perfect, red, ripe tomato. One of the Talaxian tomatoes she babied had finally ripened to a glorious shade.
"Wow. You did it. I knew you were good at something. That is, other than bossing around uncooperative aliens. You were quite good at that." His grin was warm and infectious. She wanted more heat than that.
Oh, how she enjoyed teasing him this way! But enough was enough. She had been ready for several weeks now, but he had failed to notice. Or so she thought. She knew he wanted her, but he just wasn't taking the hint. For too long on board Voyager, he had managed to flirt with her enough to make her feel female, but pull back and allow her exit each time. It was welcome then, but now it grew increasingly irritating.
"You want a taste... hmm?" The offer of a bite was meant to be seductive. Kathryn hoped he wanted a taste of something else. It irritated her that she had to seduce him this way.
She moved closer and leaned over the small table that Chakotay was clearing of their lunch dishes. Still holding the fruit, she raised it to his lips, never looking away from his eyes.
Chakotay set down the dishes he held and closed his hand over hers. As he brought the tomato to his lips, her mouth formed an "O" in anticipation of his bite. His teeth pierced the flesh and pulled away, slightly. Pulp and seeds ran down his chin as he nodded his appreciation and chewed, swiping a finger under his mouth. Still holding her hand, he guided the opposite side of the tomato to her mouth. She leaned in and closed her eyes as she smelled and then bit the fruit on the other side.
"Wonderful... if I do say so myself." Instead of pulling back, Kathryn leaned farther over the table and took another nibble. Chakotay met her just on the other side of the tomato. Nothing existed between their mouths but the rapidly disappearing red globe.
As the tomato shrunk in size, Chakotay leaned around to the side and darted his tongue to lick at the seeds on Kathryn's chin. Finally! Shivering, she felt her nostrils flare. At this shift, the centerpiece of the feast moved from the tomato to each others' chins, then lips, then tongues.
Kissing fanned the flame of heat between them as it built into a healthy fire. His tongue stabbed at her mouth, tasting the tangy seeds. She greedily sucked at him and then snaked her own tongue deep into his mouth. Both of them dropped the tomato to the table and reached for necks, pulling closer in spite of the furniture between them. Ragged breathing became louder punctuated by moans. Chakotay moved his hands to her shoulders and then under her arms, preparing to lift her body and drag it across the table toward his.
Kathryn sensed his intentions and abruptly wrenched herself away from him. This wasn't what she wanted. Well, it was what she wanted, but not how she wanted it. I had to practically beg him to kiss me. And he thinks I'm going to give it up that easy?
"You... want to stop?" he choked out between breaths.
She leered at him and paused. Then, without warning, Kathryn turned to the door at a run. Over her shoulder she shouted, "Race you to the river!"
"Hey!" His mouth hung open at the unexpected action.
She bolted out the door and took off at a fast run. Kathryn knew he could outrun her, but she hoped to at least make him work for it a bit. After delivering herself right to him, he at least deserved to chase her. If she couldn't get him to do it figuratively, she'd get pursued literally.
Several times, she caught a glimpse of him behind her on the well-worn path but remained out of his reach. Chakotay was closing on her, however.
Rounding the last bend at the rise above the swimming hole, she stopped, slipped her dress over her head, kicked out of her shoes and executed a perfect dive off the ledge into the deep water below.
She surfaced to see him shuck his shirt and shorts. He flew off the bank with a big cannonball jump. As his large body dropped, he let out a whoop that echoed off the far bank. Kathryn settled into a racing crawl and was half-way across the wide river to the narrow beach on the other side by the time he surfaced.
A strong swimmer, he caught her by the ankle just as she attempted to gain foothold near the bank and continue her run up the beach.
Kathryn sputtered as Chakotay ducked her head under the water.
"If that's how you respond to my kiss, maybe I'd better tie you down before I try it again!"
Oh, that really pissed her off! "Try it again? I wasn't aware that it was you who tried it this time! I'll grow old and gray waiting for you to try it again!"
Kathryn kicked her feet and sputtered her words as Chakotay stood calmly in front of her. His face was open and honest, not understanding the source of her fury.
"What do you mean, Kathryn? Isn't this what you were planning?"
"That's just it, Chakotay. Why does it have to be me who does the planning? I was beginning to wonder if you even liked girls! Four months on a planet with just the two of us and you don't even try to cop a feel when I'm in my towel? You haven't done a damn thing for my self-esteem, you know."
"I didn't know..." His voice was low and still.
"Well, you've got some making up to do, mister. I had to practically beg you to kiss me with the damn piece of fruit!
"What about this 'Angry Warrior' business? Where the hell is he anyway? I tried being coy with that talk about parameters but I guess some people need directions and tactical maps and a shuttle craft programmed to land on the right spot. I sure hope you aren't this dense in bed, buster, or it's going to be a long, drawn out exile!"
Chakotay's voice was quiet with intensity. "I've never once had a complaint in that area, but I've also never had to perform such an impossible balancing act of courtship in my life. You were the one talking parameters, Kathryn. Not me. You were the Captain. You always insisted on having the upper hand. You've made it clear to me since my first week aboard Voyager that you were in charge. Arm's length. Protocols. All that bullshit, or do you remember that at all?"
"That was on Voyager. There's no command structure here and you know it! It's just us. And obviously that means that I have to wait until you get an itch that you want scratched. Forget about my needs and desires!" She spat the words at him in anger.
And Chakotay wasn't far behind her.
"Your needs? What do you think I've been doing out in the woods, Kathryn? While I've been waiting around for your parameters to include me, I've taken care of my own needs and itches the same way I have since you started this coy little game. You ought to come and watch sometime if you want to learn something about needs..." Kathryn was trying desperately to kick her feet and gain a foothold as she dangled in the deep water. This wasn't going the way she thought it would when he took off after her. She hadn't counted on her own anger. She'd only wanted him to work for it a bit. Prove to her it was his idea as well.
He pushed her away from him in the water as he released her wrists.
Kathryn swam backward a few feet and trod water, regarding him. His expression was unreadable-anger? disappointment? resignation? With a splash, he turned and swam back toward the shore nearest the shelter. She watched him go. She hadn't meant to hurt him, but she wasn't about to chase him and apologize. Damn him. And damn yourself, Kathryn, for screwing it up with the only man on the planet!
All she wanted was for him to beat his chest a bit and drag her up the shore and have his way with her. Kissing him in the shelter had been wonderful, but she'd stopped when she realized she'd had to do all the work at getting them to that point. But now she'd gotten angry, messed it all up and hurt his feelings. Dammit!
Crawling up the beach onto the sand, she turned in time to see him rising from the water. She watched him make his way up the short winding path to the ledge where he stooped to retrieve his clothes and then disappeared into the forest. He never once looked back at her.
After an hour or so of licking her wounds, Kathryn dressed and returned to the shelter. Not surprised to find it empty, she puttered around the main room until night fell. This would not be resolved simply, she saw now. Changing into her robe, she climbed into bed, feeling sore from the emotions of the afternoon.
It felt like she had been asleep for hours when a flash of light and a loud noise jolted her body upright. A storm! Chakotay was out in another of these violent storms.
Rising from the bed to grab her clothes, Kathryn nearly ran smack into him, his form appearing in a flash of lightning, solidly blocking the entrance to her alcove.
Reaching out to put her hand on his chest in a familiar way, Kathryn felt him seize her wrist and stop the motion. In the dark, she could see the water droplets on his face from the rain, but she couldn't quite make out his expression. The action felt somehow incongruent with Chakotay's gentle nature. He must know she'd be worried. Surely, he wasn't still angry about this afternoon?
"Chakotay! You're safe! I thought you might still be out in the storm. This one seems to be pretty bad." In spite of herself, her voice quavered slightly and she strained to see his eyes with the dim ambient lighting from the shelter.
He made no move. None at all. Finally, she felt the warm hand wrapped around her wrist move slightly, more a change in pressure than a move. Kathryn felt herself spinning and then suddenly she was slammed against the partition, the flatness of the panel pressing into her chest and cheek as she looked at her hand, palm against the wall. The strength of his wet body thrummed into her back while he still held her wrist, firmly against the wall.
Completely thrown by the action, Kathryn worked to settle her rapid breathing before she opened her mouth to speak.
Sensing her intention, Chakotay moved his body closer to hers and leaned against her, cradling his erect penis in the cleft of her ass.
Was she more thrilled or terrified? She didn't have time to take a poll of her body's physical reaction before she felt his hand reach for the one that had braced itself near her other shoulder. Now he had both of her hands firmly in his and he pulled them up over her head, securing them with his left hand.
Either to test his intent or to free herself, Kathryn pulled at her hands.
His grip increased to a painful strength and his hot breath on her neck murmured, "I've been thinking about our conversation in the river." His lips caressed her nape before he continued. "There's one thing I've learned over the years about women in command. They rarely want to be in command in the bedroom. Even if they think they do. I can't believe I made that mistake with you, Kathryn. A tactical error on my part."
Chakotay's right hand snaked around between her breasts and the wall, pulling her away from it, slightly, to give him access to her. Pinching the zipper pull on her caftan, he lowered it with excruciating precision, cupping her breast as it was uncovered. The heat and rain from his hand mingled with the heat of her skin causing the downy hair on her arms and stomach to prickle into tiny bumps.
He kneaded her breasts firmly and pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Kathryn gasped at the slight pain and lurched her body back into the partition, moving at the same time away from him and into his touch. She felt the blood leaving her arms and her hands growing numb from his grip and their elevation.
"Please, you're hurting me. My hands are going numb."
Releasing her wrists, he took her shoulders and turned her firmly to face him. She flexed the fingers of her hands as Chakotay slid the robe down her shoulders where she caught the edge of it in her tingling palms.
"Let it drop." His eyes took in her nude body as she did as she was told.
With the backs of his hands, he skimmed her nipples and stomach. When his hands moved back up to hold her face and tilt it to his, Kathryn felt her knees go weak with desire. This was the Chakotay she craved. He finally understood.
His face moved to within an inch of hers and then he opened his mouth. She thought he was going to kiss her and closed her eyes, waiting. The tip of his tongue darted around her lips and then proceeded to taste her cheeks and chin. The lapping at her face was not what she had expected, but it felt carnal and made the skin on her breasts tingle. His tongue returned to her lips and took them, fiercely, stabbing between her teeth, deep into her mouth.
Moving from her face, his hands petted her and rubbed across her belly, a thumb on either side of her pubis, indirectly massaging her knot. One hand slipped around her hip and cupped her ass, pulling her up and open for the other hand.
Kathryn gasped as she felt his fingers exploring her in front and in behind. Taking a last kiss by force, Chakotay lowered himself to the floor in front of her and sniffed at her, still working her with his hands. She watched, mesmerized, as he sucked his thumb into his mouth and then guided it into her. They both watched the thick digit disappear inside of her and then he turned his head up to see her face.
"I couldn't face having you turn me away. I had to know you were ready." His thumb slid into her deeply and pulled back out, slipping over her most sensitive spot before dipping back in. "It feels like you're ready."
"Oh, God, yes!" Kathryn found the hair on the top of his head with both hands. She pushed his face down as she lifted herself onto and off of his thumb. Chakotay's eyes left hers and he began nuzzling, then eating at her as the multitude of fingers continued to work their magic.
Lost. She was lost to this. Sliding down the wall, she squatted over his hand, riding the first waves of her orgasm. His mouth followed her until he was crouched, chin to the ground, grinding his face and hands into her as she bounced in front of him. Supporting herself against the wall, she felt her passage spasming around his thumb as his tongue flicked back and forth across her causing her to jerk at the same rate of speed.
When she finally sank, spent, onto the floor, he cupped her behind in his hands and continued to rub through her curls with his nose and lips. Back against the wall, Kathryn drew her knees up and apart in order to see him with his face buried between her legs. The picture that this painted was somehow more erotic than the act of passion itself.
Chakotay lay sprawled across the floor on his stomach with a knee bent up and out. His hands held her up to him and his eyes were the only part of his face she could see besides the bluish lines on his forehead. She traced her fingers over his marking and felt the heat between her legs building up once more.
"No. Stop. I can't..."
He pulled back from her and wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt. Raising himself to his hands and knees, Chakotay looked feral in his lust. She wanted him to take her as an animal, no restraint. She knew he needed her as much as she needed him.
Rising to his knees, he pulled at the shirt he wore, tearing it from his body. He unbuttoned his shorts, freeing himself to spring free. Kathryn moved to her knees, not knowing what was going to happen next. Her body ached with fulfilled desire and the lack of his.
Crouching, in a mirror image of his own position, she circled on her hands and knees offering herself to him. As she looked over her shoulder, she could see him inching toward her ass in the dim light. She felt his face between her cheeks, his tongue moving over what she revealed to him. Licking his way up the small of her back, he nudged her feet apart with his knees. When his lapping reached the back of her neck, he pulled her hair aside and found her ear. His hands rested on the floor on either side of hers as he growled his pleasure. She could feel his erection prodding at her thigh and she moved her hips trying to capture him against her opening.
"I always imagined you'd want me this way, Kathryn. All that pent up need. You really want to be taken like a beast."
Her breath was shallow and she panted back at him. "Now. Don't make me wait for you any longer..."
One of his hands left the floor, smoothed up the back of her thigh and slid partially inside of her, testing the angle, mapping the route. He must know that she was ready for him and more wet than she'd ever been in her life. A finger withdrew and she felt the blunt flesh of his cock pushing against the orifice, announcing its intentions.
As he slid slowly into her, she knew things would be fine, now. This was how it was meant to be. This was how they were always meant to be. In that single instant, New Earth became her home and Chakotay, her family.
End.
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