Rated NC-17 for graphic sex; J/C
Summary: The command team share a stolen moment as Voyager makes her way toward Earth.
Disclaimer: Still not my characters…
Rating: J/C; NC-17 for sex
Written as a companion piece for the Secret Spook Ficlet of 2007, Post Conference. This piece is a prequel, although either story may be read first.
Thank you for the beta, Shayenne.
Kneeling on the sofa in her ready room, Kathryn watched the familiar planets of her own solar system swoop past. Voyager had made it home, in spite of the odds against her. The captain had retreated to absorb the enormity of their shared accomplishment in private. On the bridge, Kathryn's emotions had bubbled to the surface and threatened to spill over. Certain that she would cry and spoil everyone's fun, she'd left the crew to Chakotay amid the celebration and backed into her private domain to soak in the comfort of the starscape.
Once they were in transporter range of Earth, she knew the place would be crawling with admirals and technicians, so she sought comfort in the calm before the storm. Leaning her elbows on the back of the couch, a tear sneaked down her cheek before she had the chance to catch it with the back of her hand. Reaching her goal meant the dissolution of the family she'd come to count on and love. No doors were opened without some windows being shut behind. And an old adage jumped into her head--the one that states that you should be careful what you wish for.
She could barely make out the Starfleet vessels to port and starboard who escorted the ship homeward. No doubt there would be festivities and debriefings to fill the coming months. Her crew would drift apart like the scattering light of a distant sun and there would be no last moment for them all to savor together. Kathryn knew that this moment, although she chose to spend it alone, would be the nearest thing to quiet, contemplative closure that she would experience.
When she heard the door chime, she knew it would be Chakotay. He would come to share the sight with her and she'd allow the comfort of his presence. Still facing the viewport, Kathryn sat back on her heels and called for his entry, unable to tear her gaze away from the view. Only a moment passed before she felt his heat radiating behind her. Standing just to her left, Chakotay supported her, as he always did, his proximity and subordinate position analogous of their complex relationship.
"You did it, Kathryn. We made it home." Chakotay's hands came to rest on her shoulders, heavy with the emotion of an embrace.
"We wouldn't have made it here without you, you know." Kathryn reached her hand up to squeeze his fingertips in return and she tilted her head back to rest on his stomach. She hoped the intimacy of her gesture wasn't lost on him.
His hands traveled up her shoulders to her neck, the thumbs pressing alongside the bones, rubbing in comfort. In the reflection of the viewport, she saw his fingers spread across either jaw with the tips of his pinkies resting lightly on the tender, exposed jugular, surreptitiously measuring her pulse. He took her sigh as quiet acquiescence and brushed his fingers up the sides of her face, combing through her hair, lifting it at the nape. They'd never shared such an intimate touch and Kathryn knew he must feel her blood pumping faster at the promise.
When his hands withdrew, she assumed that the tender moment had passed. Fumbling with something at his neck, Chakotay returned his hand to her shoulder and reached in front of her with the other.
"I have something for you."
Kathryn looked down at his hand and the rank bar resting in his palm.
His soft words answered her unspoken question. "I respectfully resign my field commission, effective immediately."
"What?" Turning her head around to look up into his eyes, Kathryn expected to see…she didn't know what she expected. But she saw sadness mingled with quiet joy. An ending as much as a beginning. "Why? You don't know… They may decide to keep you. Maybe we can remain a team." It hurt her to think of captaining any other ship, especially without him at her side.
"You don't understand… Now that we're home, we don't have to have rank between us anymore. Pips and rank bars have stood between us for too long, Kathryn… I'm sick of waiting for this." Tossing the bar onto the cushion, he smoothed his hand across her turned face and leaned into her, brushing his lips across hers in a tender kiss. The hand on her neck rubbed her nape, tickling the edge of her hairline with his fingers and rubbing across her ear.
He still wants me! The four words rang soundlessly in her head as the kiss deepened. After all of these years, Chakotay's love for her hadn't died, as she'd feared during the past year. He had saved his heart for her and their homecoming.
Lowering himself onto the sofa behind her, he knelt with his knees on either side of her boots, allowing the kiss to grow in passion as his hand skated over her breast and wrapped around her belly, pulling her back against his chest. Kathryn lolled her head into his shoulder as he tickled her lips with his tongue, pulling at her upper lip, begging it to let him in. And when she finally gasped at the heat of his hand on her stomach, Chakotay took advantage and thrust his tongue as deeply into her mouth as their awkward position allowed.
Pulling back for breath, he allowed her neck to straighten out, pushing his knees further onto the cushion, spooning his body to hers as they turned their faces to the view of home and of each other locked tightly together. In the reflection, Kathryn saw the golden hands spread across her waist, pulling her into him, letting her feel his heat and hardness against the small of her back.
One hand, back at her neck, lifted her hair as he kissed and licked the skin exposed over her collar. Unsnapping the gray material at the back, he ran his tongue over the newly discovered skin.
Kathryn had to clear her throat before she could make her voice work. "The ship is going to be crawling with admirals any moment."
"Then I'd suggest you lock the doors." Chakotay kept rubbing his nose in her hair and his mouth over her neck. "Because I'm not going to miss this chance to love you…I've missed so many over the past years…"
As his tongue trailed over her neck, his hands skated over her abdomen, plucking at the gray tunic until she could feel his hot hand caress her belly. Her flesh pimpled at the contact and she shivered, as much from the delicate tickle of his fingertips as from the tiny circles he drew with the tip of his tongue.
"Chakotay…" She'd meant it as an admonishment, but it took on the note of yearning instead. Turning her head to face him, Kathryn intended to stop him, but found herself mesmerized by the dark intensity of his eyes. Drawn to his mouth, she closed the gap between them with a ferocious kiss, sucking at his lips, feeling his tongue stab into her mouth.
When she felt his hand fumble at the waistband of her slacks, Kathryn grabbed his wrist to stop him.
His words rumbled in her hair. "I've waited so long for this, Kathryn. You've held me at arm's length the entire voyage home. But I'm not going wait any longer. It'll be faster than we both want, but who knows when we'll get another moment alone together? I've waited for this for seven years…"
Delight that he still wanted her continued to wash over her. And she felt the movement of his tongue at her neck, connected directly with the nerves in her toes, her nipples, and ending between her legs.
"Computer-Erect a level 10 lockout authorization Janeway beta five."
It surprised her how quickly he'd changed her mind. She'd been the good little 'Fleet officer for so long, wanting to protect him and his crew by keeping their relationship strictly by the book. But now, it seemed so easy to throw it all out the window. So she allowed his magical tongue on her neck to help answer the questions of propriety.
Kathryn could see the ships from their escort as his hands palmed her breasts, squeezing the flesh and scratching at the nipples through layers of cloth. She felt a brief, giddy surge of adrenaline, imagining someone on one of the ships studying Voyager's windows with teleoptics, attempting to get a glimpse of her crew. But as his hands pulled her shirt from her slacks, bunching the material under breasts, she forgot to care a whit about what anyone could see. She chose instead to concentrate on his hands climbing slowly under her shirt, unsnapping her bra and drawing circles around her naked nipples with hot fingers…
Chakotay pressed his lips to her ear as he pinched lightly at her breasts, squeezing them almost roughly as his lust built.
"I want to lay you back on a bed of silk and taste every single inch of you, Kathryn." His voice was soft and the heated air of his breath tickled the hairs on the inside of her ear. "But for now, you'll have to let me take you quickly. I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not to going to wait until we have hours for foreplay. This is going to be fast and furious. We don't want to keep the admirals waiting outside your door."
Unfastening her slacks, he snaked a hand into her panties. As he combed through the silky hair at her mons, she thought she'd die with anticipation. With lightening precision, he found her pearl and softly petted it with a strong finger. "What do you like Kathryn? I want you very, very wet for this."
She put her hand over his, directing him to rub in light circles. With his other hand, he pushed the material of her slacks over her hips, allowing him to stroke her thighs and the curve of ass as it moved against him. The tiny hairs on her cheeks rasped against the heavy material of his slacks, each swollen hair follicle creating pleasure.
"That's…that's it. Not right on it…Too sensitive." Breathing hard, she found it impossible to talk coherently.
As he whispered hotly in her ear, he continued his manipulations. "It's been a long time for you, I know. And I don't want to hurt you." Within moments she gasped and thrust back into him, feeling him push against her as he manipulated the excited flesh with expertise.
"Oh, god…That's it…Just…just like that!" She was close to coming as he wriggled his other hand between her legs and slid a finger between her walls. Chakotay's legs still held hers tightly together on the sofa, increasing the friction of his skin slipping against hers.
As her peak began to trickle down over her, she felt him push his finger as deeply inside of her as he could, giving her sex something to hang on to. And at the gush of sensation, she bucked against him, caught against his powerful body as her orgasm washed over her, setting her nerves on fire.
Little pinpricks of purple danced in her vision. One of them grew larger, taking shape in the viewport, becoming the tiny blue sphere of her home.
"There she is, Kathryn. We're home…"
"Yes. Yes, we are…"
Chakotay shifted his knees on the sofa, spreading them a bit as she felt him fumbling at his fly. With a solid hand, he pushed her forward, leaning her over the back of the sofa, her belly against it and her ass presented to him. From the back, his fingers dipped inside her, pulling her wetness out where he rimmed the entrance, lubricating her for him.
Here they were, completely dressed in uniform except for the most necessary parts. Earth grew larger as she felt Chakotay pushing the hot tip of his sex against her, sliding slowly. With a deep groan from both of them, he slipped inside, stretching her to the point of pain where he stilled and then remarkably, slid even deeper, until she felt the tickle of his pubic hair against the cheeks of her ass. No wonder he'd been worried about hurting her, she thought, gasping from the size of him.
He held still, throbbing within her. His hand found her face, stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Are you okay?" In spite of the lust that quaked his voice, he wanted to be certain he wasn't going too fast.
"Oh, yess…" Just enough pain laced the pleasure to stamp the memory of the moment. "I'll be fine. Just…give me a chance-"
Her comm badge beeped, jolting them both with the intrusion.
"Let it go, Kathryn." He slid slowly out and then back in, pulling at her sex, sucking the skin along his.
It beeped again.
With difficulty, she angled her body up far enough to tap the badge. "Janeway here." Her voice sounded tremulous, emotional…as if she had been crying.
"You have visitors, Captain." Tuvok's sounded unreadable, as always.
"I'll be with them in a moment. Commander Chakotay and I are…in conference."
Chakotay thrust against her lightly, eliciting a tiny moan. "Janeway out."
Her body went into overdrive, the feeling of him sliding in and out almost beyond what she could tolerate. Pushing her forward again, he used the leverage to slam his hips into her, riding his passion. "I thought you'd…make me stop."
They'd come this far. There was no way she'd ask him to pull out and delay his pleasure for later. The admirals would have to wait, as far as she was concerned. They could pile up at her ready room door for all she cared.
Pulling her body up against his chest, Chakotay spooned her to him, one hand pawing at her breast and the other between her legs again, flicking her nerves as he pounded into her. She felt another orgasm threatening to surface, lapping at the shore.
And then in a jolt of light, sound, and sensation, they both climaxed. Chakotay lost the rhythm he'd worked up and shuddered within her, drenching her with his fluids as she squeezed him in completion.
Slumping over her back, he pulled her hips closer to him, savoring the last precious seconds of their first union. He panted from the exertion. Unmistakable laughter erupted over her shoulder. "I forgot to tell you how much I love you!"
Kathryn smiled at his reflection in the viewport. "Me, too. But you've always known that, haven't you?"
He stroked her hair, both of them still prone. "I'd hoped."
"Bullshit. You never doubted it and you know it."
He grinned delightedly. "Okay. I give. I knew you had the hots for me since the first time you saw me in my new 'Fleet uniform."
"Earlier than that… I thought you looked delicious in the leathers…"
Kathryn's face screwed up in horror as she wrenched herself free, separating them. "Speaking of uniforms…I believe we have some brass to welcome aboard."
Tucking himself carefully back into his pants, Chakotay stumbled off of the couch and onto his feet as Kathryn pulled up her own slacks and refastened her bra, realizing that she'd have to escape to shower as soon as she could get away.
They faced each other as they tidied themselves, smoothing hair and material. Nodding at each other's attempt to cover the past few moments' action, Kathryn strode to the door, once again in command of her ship and her emotions.
"Welcome, Admiral! Owen, it's such a pleasure-Mom!"
Hiding behind Admiral Paris, Gretchen Janeway darted under his arms in laughter and pulled her daughter into an enormous bear hug which lasted a full minute. While the two of them rocked and held one another, The Admiral and Chakotay shook hands and introduced themselves.
In the ready room, Kathryn finally came up for air and hugged Owen as well, while Gretchen Janeway regarded Chakotay with an odd look.
Introducing himself to her, he stuck out his hand for her to shake. Instead, Gretchen pulled him into a hug that rivaled the one she'd given her daughter. "So you're the man who helped my Katie come home to me…"
The admiral's voice boomed in the tiny room. "Voyager looks wonderful, Kathryn! I have a team of scientists just itching to see how she ticks. We'll be landing her so we can see all of these Borg modifications you've made."
Kathryn sidled up to the Admiral. "I was hoping you'd be more happy to see Voyager's crew." Nudging him, she tossed him a grin to show her statement for the tease it was. "Oh! And I know Voyager's newest crew member would love to meet her grandpa…"
Owen's face trembled. "I'd love to meet her, Kathryn. I thought it proper that I escort your mother here, but I'm dying to see that little girl."
"Of course you are, Grampy. Now run along to sickbay. I'm sure Tom and B'Elanna would love to have you join them."
Spinning on his heels, Admiral Paris beat a hasty path to his granddaughter and her parents.
Left alone with her mother and Chakotay, Kathryn felt more complete at this moment than she had in many, many years. "Oh mom! I'm so happy you made it here. I thought I wouldn't get to see you until we landed."
"It helps to have an old family friend in the admiralty. Owen arranged for the transport and offered to escort me to your office." Her face changed from the pleasant grin of reunion to one of a mother chastising her child. "We didn't realize we'd be so rudely detained at the very threshold of reunion."
Kathryn blushed. "I'm sorry mother. I didn't know it was you out there. I just needed a few moments to collect my thoughts."
"Oh? I thought you were 'in conference' with Chakotay here." She looked slyly at him as she reached behind Kathryn's head to fasten the neck opening of her tunic. "In conference? Is that what they're calling it now? In my day, we called it good, old-fashioned shagging."
"Mother!"
"Don't bother with the denials, Katie. It's written all over both of your faces. You have that 'JBF' look.
Chakotay gave her a quizzical look.
"JBF, son. Just Been-"
"Mother! "
Gretchen Janeway had the good grace to laugh. "Don't be such a prude, darling!" And then in an aside to Chakotay, "But I guess it's a little late for that, huh?" She elbowed him in the ribs and they shared an intimate chuckle. "And you! " She glared at him. "Offering me your hand in greeting? As if I wouldn't expect a hug from the man who not only brought my little girl home to me, but brought her back with a sparkle in her eyes… Besides, I have a good idea where that hand has been, Mister."
Chakotay self-consciously wiped his fingers on his slacks before he realized he'd done so. The action brought more laughter from Gretchen.
Linking both of their arms in hers, Mrs. Janeway led them over the viewport and the vision of their home. "I never thought I'd see you again, Katie. 70,000 light years is such a long way away."
The three of them stood in silent awe of the momentous feat Voyager, Kathryn and Chakotay had accomplished in getting them home. After a moment or so, Gretchen reached down onto the sofa cushions and plucked Chakotay's rank bar from where he'd placed it upon his resignation. With raised eyebrows, and then a grin of understanding, she refastened it to his collar. She finished the gesture with an adoring pat on the cheek.
Turning away from them both, Gretchen headed to the door. "I'm going to have to go see that baby. I bet Owen's ready to bust a gut with pride. I'd better give him a chance to show her off a bit."
Gretchen turned back to the two of them before she got to the door. "Oh. And Tuvok's madder than a wet hen." She held up her hand to stop the obvious question. "I know he's Vulcan, but I know mad-even in an emotionless race-and he's mad. Let him in so he can get it off his chest before he explodes green Vulcan blood all over the bridge." Mrs. Janeway grinned at her own joke.
"And one more thing. Don't miss the opportunity to hit the showers before the rest of the Starfleet Muckety Mucks start beaming over. You're both pretty ripe."
True to her mother's speculation, the bridge door chimed, announcing a very angry Vulcan…
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