Rated J/C; NC-17 for sex, duh!
Disclaimer: I didn't create, them, but I sure wrote this story. Too bad I won't make any money on it! All the Trek stuff belongs to someone else, but the sex is mine.
Thank you, Shayenne for the wonderful beta. I always learn so much from you!
Summary: This PWP is written as a continuation of the lovely story by Elem, The Subtle Art of Self-Defence Her ending left me wanting more and she graciously allowed me to write this to go with her story. It is suggested that you read her story first, followed by mine, but it is not completely necessary.
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The door to Chakotay's quarters slid open as the chime sounded. Kathryn's startled face turned to an amused smile at their synchronized timing. Her eyes grazed him from head to toe. "You must have been expecting someone. And from what you're wearing, it's a social call."
Chakotay wore nothing but gray boxers and he could almost see Kathryn fighting the urge to lick her lips.
Leaning an arm against the open doorway, Chakotay took his turn to study her attire. "I'm not the one standing in the hallway in my nightclothes."
A cloud passed over her face followed quickly by a downward glance as if she were only now noticing her lack of proper clothing. Darting her eyes side to side, she stepped almost into his arms and then ducked under the one leaning against the frame.
Fighting the urge to laugh, Chakotay backed up, allowing the door to slide shut. He watched as she walked to the center of the room and turned to face him. The brilliant smile had returned, he was pleased to see. Reflecting it back, he knew it would be impossible to wipe the grin from his face for weeks.
"Were you having trouble sleeping?"
"I was still a bit keyed up over…well…earlier."
"Well, it isn't every day I let a woman break my nose…" He lightly touched his bridge. "It's been years since I let B'Elanna."
"Let me?!" She advanced on him, pointing a finger under his tender nose. "You know that was a good shot! You didn't see it coming."
Laughing, he laid his hands on her shoulders. "Kathryn, you had me pinned to the mat! You know that's against the rules."
"Pity…" She turned from him and then looked over her shoulder with a sultry smile. "It's not against my rules…Round four might not be as interesting as I'd hoped." Her eyes twinkled for him.
"Ah… So this is round four, hmmm? Do I need to get my protective gear, or are we sparring without pads and gloves?"
Looking down, she pulled his hand into hers and ran a finger around it, outlining the shape. "Oh, I think the gloves would get in the way, dreadfully."
They both watched as Kathryn fondled his hand. The erotic sensation of her finger sliding into the V between each of his caused a rush of blood that left him lightheaded.
"And about the pads…" She clasped his hand, firmly leading him through the doorway to his sleeping quarters, stopping when they reached the bed. "From what I understand, the ring is pretty soft already." Reaching down, she depressed the mattress, testing its give. Apparently satisfied, she looked up at him.
Chakotay had waited years for this moment. And now Kathryn Janeway stood in front of him, her luminous eyes drowning out the blue silk of her robe. Although he'd never been a passive lover, her seduction left him unclear how to proceed. In his fantasies, he aggressively pursued her, luring her to his bed with unleashed fervor. Hell, often they never made it to a bed in his dreams. In fantasy, he took her hard and fast wherever they happened to be.
But this Kathryn made him think otherwise. What did she want? What did she expect of him? Was she waiting for him to take control of the situation or did she wish to maintain the upper hand for now? This was Kathryn, after all. She'd always been comfortable with control.
In spite of his overwhelming desire to lead the attack, he chose to back off and let her set the pace. Tenderly holding her face between his hands, Chakotay ran a thumb across her lips. Sliding his hands down over the slope of her shoulders, he skimmed the fullness of her breasts with the back of his hands, settling them finally on her hips. He bent forward and kissed her gently on the lips, willing his tongue to stay in his own mouth. As he backed away, Kathryn's brow furrowed slightly.
Chakotay sat on the bed. Swinging his legs up, he reclined against the headboard and crossed his legs at the ankles.
"This is round four, right?"
Kathryn nodded, suspiciously.
"Well, it's customary to lose the robe and warm up a bit first. I'll just sit here and watch your form…"
Realizing that he wasn't turning her away, her face registered relief followed by amusement. "Who do you think will come out on top?"
"I've got my money on the contender in the blue silks. I hear she's a real animal in the ring."
Arching her eyebrows at that, she continued the banter. "And where might you have heard that bit of insider information?"
"Oh… I've got an eye for new talent. Or should I say a nose…" Flicking his finger aside it, he delighted at her cringe. Then his face became serious again. "So?"
She shook her head slightly in confusion.
"Show me what you've got. If you don't warm up properly for these things, you might injure yourself, you know…"
Kathryn's glare turned into the beloved asymmetrical smile as she studied him, stopping midway to his crossed ankles.
Chakotay looked down and saw his tented shorts giving away his own eagerness. His breath caught, followed by an involuntary gulp as they both watched the bulge leap under her scrutiny.
Kathryn's smile turned feral and this time she did lick her lips. Her eyes followed an imaginary line up his chest, across his open, panting mouth, stopping to drill into his dilated pupils. "Computer, activate musical selection Janeway five." Her voice held a raspy edge and echoed throughout the small room followed by a sensual jazz number which floated through the sound system.
Never taking her eyes from his, she deftly worked open the tie to her robe and with a torturously languid tempo, eased it over her shoulders until it dropped to the floor behind her.
The blue silk of the gown she wore underneath lapped at her breasts and stroked her hips. Chakotay was struck by the fullness of her breasts. Although he'd spent years studying her form in varying dress, the round, generous breasts surprised him. She turned her back toward him, still watching him over her shoulder, and wrapped her own hands around herself to work the material up past her hips.
He could tell from her glossy eyes that she enjoyed this almost as much as he did, but the torment of her speed left him twitching with hunger. This was his own fault, letting her take control. If he were calling the shots, he'd already have her spread beneath him, crying out. But he didn't have the heart to stop her. He knew rationally that the snail's pace only served to lengthen his pleasure, but instinctually he wanted to pounce on her and drill himself inside before she changed her mind, or caused him to lose his.
Creamy thighs and an impossibly white ass slid beneath the cool blue as she hiked it further upward. When she started to move her hips to and fro to the rhythm of the music, Chakotay thought he'd pass out with frustration. Instead, he moved a hand from behind his neck down to the gray cotton. Rubbing against the material, he wrapped a hand around himself in an attempt to slow the hammering pulse that ran its length.
Kathryn watched his hand dipping into his shorts and resumed her quiet torture. Rotating the nearly translucent skin of her bottom, Kathryn's enthusiasm sped while the strip tease slowed even more.
Certain he would die before she touched him, he petted his shaft into submission. He watched her shoulders appear from under the hem of the gown as she lifted the garment over her head, holding it in front of her. Turning to face him, Kathryn modestly hid herself behind the fabric clutched to her chest. A faint russet tinge colored her face and what he could see of her chest. Momentarily concerned, he nearly choked on the realization that Kathryn Janeway was blushing.
"Show me…" Unconsciously, Chakotay continued to pleasure himself, slowly squeezing and releasing the hot flesh with his fist. Kathryn moved her hands to her waist before she let the silk slip to the floor. Her hips started swaying to the music once again, overcoming the brief flash of modesty. Moving her hands across her breasts and over her stomach, once again, Kathryn took control.
"This is how you warm up for a match, isn't it? Dancing?" Raising her eyebrows, she looked down at the hand working in his shorts. "Looks like you're working on your own warm-up drill, hmm?" Chakotay's hand froze.
"No, don't stop. Warm up's important, remember? I wouldn't want you to hurt anything…" Kathryn crawled onto the bed and worked her way up the mattress until she straddled his knees. Pulling at his shorts, she lowered them to his thighs.
Chakotay's hand never stopped its caressing and every now and then his thumb flicked over the head, causing the blunt flesh to judder a bit. He hoped she liked what she saw as much as he enjoyed showing himself to her. The mere thought of her seeing him hard and ready threatened to end it all right there in a sticky mess all over his hand. Chakotay had no idea how he was going to last long enough to make it good for her. Before, this had never been a problem. He'd always had good control, but then, he'd never had to hold back with Kathryn's body rippling around him.
Her eyes became large and liquid as she looked him over. Crouching forward on her hands, she rubbed her face against his groin, stroking her cheek against the coarse hair between his legs. She nuzzled him and sniffed at him, the hard knots of her nipples drawing circles on his thighs. Pulling his hand away, he watched her breasts sway with the movement of her face as it stroked him. When her tongue lapped from the base of his shaft up to the head, he moaned her name, the loss of control nearly upon him. And when she took him in her mouth, he knew he would come undone, but was helpless to stop her.
Slippery wetness and heat encased him and the rough texture of her tongue teased and circled. Her hair tickled his belly and blocked his view until he moved it to one side. When she looked up at him, he knew it was too late. The flash of flame shot from his thighs and before he could push her hot mouth off of him and grab the base of his cock, he knew she'd tasted the salt of his seed and felt the pulse against her lip. Damnit! Come in her mouth like a fucking teenager!
Chakotay was conscious of her watching him growl and grit his teeth as he worked to halt the process. One hand still rested on her forehead, holding her away from him and the other one, knuckles white, held the base of his shaft in a death grip.
When he could finally trust himself enough to open his eyes, he saw her regarding him sympathetically. Shit!
"I'll be okay now. I just needed a moment."
She looked back down at the source of his consternation and touched him, removing his hand. "I think you're underestimating yourself, love. He seems to be holding up quite well."
Evidently, he'd been able to stop the process soon enough that there was still life left in him. Kathryn bent her head again, tasting his essence and sucking the drops off of him. She scooted up until she straddled him, using her hand to line him up with her entrance. And in one solid movement, she impaled herself onto him, throwing her head back in pleasure or pain. And it shamed him to admit that it mattered little as he grasped her hips and plunged up into her.
She rode him hard. Grasping the headboard behind him, she used the leverage to lift herself up and down, working them both into a frenzy. A fine line of perspiration grew on her upper lip and droplets of sweat dotted her forehead. He reached between them, finding her knot, and rubbed it with his thumb using her reactions to judge how she liked to be touched.
Her breasts bounced and swayed and Chakotay could hardly look away from them to meet her eyes, which bore into him the entire time. Both eyes and breasts screamed for attention, but in the end, the breasts won with their distracting movement.
At long last, Kathryn froze, let out a high pitched sound, threw her head back and came hard, bucking against his hand. He felt her canal squeeze and flutter around him in a dance of muscles. "Beautiful… Yes, sweetheart, that's it…Ride me…"
As soon as her eyes were able to focus on him, he flipped her onto her back, tucking himself between her thighs and entered her again. Hooking her legs under his arms, Chakotay plunged into her, stabbing at the soft center, diving into the heat and liquid of her. Nestled in the saddle of her thighs, he thrust deeply and quickly, chasing the need to plant himself far inside of her.
Kathryn arched her back and tilted her pelvis to receive him, increasing the friction of his movements with the tension of her own muscles. With her knees beside her shoulders, Kathryn urged him on to his own completion.
Chakotay grasped either side of her face with his hands and lapped at her mouth with his tongue as he rode her. And rode her.
In spite of the pleasure he experienced, he began to realize that things might not go off exactly as he'd hoped. Since his first 'knock out' had been so inconsequential, he'd hoped, no assumed, that this one would be possible. As he pounded into her, it dawned on him that he might have held back a bit too long. Bit by bit, he felt himself losing the rigidity of his erection. He hadn't gone soft yet, but at this rate, he'd be that way before long.
Chakotay let out a frustrated sound, but continued to thrust. Finally, he released Kathryn's knees and slumped on top of her, burying his head in her neck before he rolled to her side. He didn't want to face her right now, even though he knew it was childish. What a waste of a lover you've turned out to be, old man!
"I'm sorry, Kathryn… I wanted it to be so good for you. I guess I waited too long after that, well…that early…"
"Shhh…" She held his head and stroked his hair. "And what exactly do you think wasn't good for me, hmm?" She tilted his face up and looked at him pointedly. "The part where you were so overcome by me that you lost control when I'd barely touched you? Or the part where I had the best orgasm I've ever even imagined-no, never even imagined… Or the part where you let me ride you until I couldn't move? Or the part where you hammered me for the better part of an hour? Which of those are you apologizing for, exactly?" Kathryn's face glowed with a warm smile.
Chakotay furrowed his brow. "All of them? None of them?"
She laughed and pulled him against her. "All I can say is that you obviously have higher standards than I do, because in my book, that was pretty close to perfect, all the way around."
They lay together in comfortable silence for a few moments, stroking each other and enjoying the intimacy of cuddling. As he rubbed her back, Chakotay felt her begin to tremble. Holding her closely, he felt the tremors increase until he was certain she lay crying in his arms.
"What is it, Kathryn?"
She tilted her head back until he could see the mirth crinkling the delicate skin around her eyes. All-out laughter threatened as she struggled to tell him what she found so humorous.
"What?" He smiled with her, curious to know what amused her.
Kathryn choked on her answer, still fighting the urge to break down in laughter. "I guess you know how to spot a winner…"
He chuckled, enjoying her mood in spite of the fact that he wasn't yet in on the joke. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you said you'd put your money on me, remember?"
He nodded, seeing where she was heading with this.
"I guess you did know who would come out on top, didn't you?"
He pulled her against him as they chuckled together, both of them delighted in their ease with each other.
Kathryn cleared her throat before she spoke again. "Um, Chakotay?"
"Hmm…"
"Well, I was just wondering…"
"What's that, sweetheart?"
"How much of a rest do you think you need between rounds?"
Ding! Round five…
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