Rated J/C, NC17 for graphic sex
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and belong to others, much to their disappointment.
Summary: The crew of Voyager celebrates Halloween with a costume party.
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A costume party. Ugh! Who told Neelix about Halloween? Has he been browsing the cultural database again? Kathryn's eyes rolled toward the ceiling as she imagined what sort of festivities 'Ambassador-I want to learn about your customs so I can innocently butcher them' had planned.
As a child, Kathryn had especially enjoyed Halloween. It was a perfect opportunity to raid her father's wardrobe and make off with all of the Starfleet property she could. Although it wasn't very original or scary, she'd used the holiday as a way to dress like her daddy and pretend to be a Starfleet cadet, captain, or admiral. Not blind to the respect that her father's job gleaned from their neighbors, Kathryn could share it once a year. She must have been nearly nine or ten before the uniform and comm badge lost its allure as a costume.
But of course, she'd be expected to attend Neelix's party. Dressing up would be a diversion for most of the crew and might actually be fun. The food would be another matter. What sort of fruit would Neelix have them bobbing for? Those nasty little tart things from the last harvest trip? The hairy peaches they found on Duvil? She shuddered to think.
Kathryn scanned the rest of the announcement and stopped short under the subtitle, "Costumes." Neelix just might have found a way for everyone to enjoy Halloween, indeed. "With the assistance of Mr. Paris, the Holodeck has been modified to provide a costume for each person attending. You will be asked to choose a holographic 'shell' for the evening upon arrival and you must limit your choice to the likeness of one of Voyager's crew. Each attendee will be given a number to post upon his or her uniform and a contest to successfully identify the most people at the party will be held." It went on to say that the prize for most correct guesses will be a weekend on the holodeck.
Alright, Tom! Imagine, nearly the entire crew at a party and no one would be who they seemed to be. The idea was quite intriguing and smacked of a good time. But who would she go as? Her stature limited her to the shorter crew members. She'd have a tough time with the holocostume if she tried for anything much larger than herself. Of course, she could modify the costume to fit, but what would it look like to have a five foot three Chakotay running around? Actually, that might be kind of interesting... It wasn't necessary that she convince anyone that she was who she dressed as, just to hide who she was. This would take some thought.
As he read the PADD, Chakotay shook his head, knowing immediately what the evening would bring. There would be dozens upon dozens of Janeways running around giving the death glare, or worse, possessively touching and flirting with dozens of likenesses of himself. He knew what Kathryn would think of the entire affair. She'd be embarrassed by it, but pretend not to be. She'd play along like a good commanding officer and then leave early, so that her crew could have fun doing bad Janeway impressions and maybe a few first officer bits along with them. His presence would be required, not only to show support and comradery, but to keep Kathryn in check when she realized she was to be the evening's entertainment. The big question was which of the crew's likenesses he would choose for himself.
Tom was close to his height. But that would be like the worst of his nightmares, to find himself in the skin of Tom Paris. Then there was Tuvok. Chakotay didn't think that would make for a very entertaining evening. It was bad enough to have a Vulcan present at a party without having several people running around pretending to be Vulcan. Now there's a party atmosphere if ever you saw one.
No, he'd have to go with his instincts that evening. Above all, he wanted to be there for Kathryn if she needed him. Oh, he'd know her when he saw her, in spite of the costume she chose. But would she know him?
Chakotay arrived on the holodeck 15 minutes early. He didn't want to miss Kathryn's arrival, although his certainty that he would recognize her was complete. As he entered the vestibule just inside the holodeck, he called out his choice of disguises and stood still while the holoimagers did their work. He carefully attached the randomly selected number to his jacket front and then entered Sandrine's.
Tom and Neelix stood near the bar. Fussing about the food lined up in steaming dishes across the bar, Neelix grinned and waddled over. Tom held up a cup of something blue and undoubtedly strong, inviting the first guest to taste the punch. "Hey! You're early. Here, help me test the punch. This party won't be as much fun unless the synthehol is irresistible!"
Chakotay cleared his throat. "I don't mind if I do, Tom. And I assume that you are Tom Paris, are you not?" The Romulan ale was strong and bit his throat as it slid down. He doubted there was as much synthehol as true alcohol in this drink.
"Yeah, I haven't made it into my costume, yet. Still working on the last minute details here on the program. Speaking of which, your voice sounds great! I wasn't sure how well the holoemitters would do with the voice recognition program, but you sound just like 'yourself,' Commander."
"Thank you. It does feel kind of strange to hear another voice coming out of my own mouth. How'd you do that, anyway, Paris?" Chakotay feigned interest in order not to appear to be himself. 'Impersonating' the ship's first officer had been a last minute decision. He didn't want to stand out and he had an inkling that the place would be crawling with ex-Maquis captains.
"I'm a genius with this stuff, remember?"
"So they tell me..."
"Hey, I'm going to disappear for a few and then come back in disguise. Here's your scorecard so you can enter your identifications before the 2330 deadline. Hope you win big!" At that, Paris handed him a PADD and slapped him on the back. As he entered the arch, Tom turned and gave the first arrival a suspicious appraisal as the doors slid shut before him.
Neelix then requested Sandrine and a few of the program's regulars to mingle and chat, making the early hour less uncomfortable. Once the party got hopping, the characters would slowly disappear. That was fine with Chakotay, as he wished to sit comfortably and wait for Kathryn. He had no doubt he'd know her. He just had to wait for her.
In the captain's quarters, Kathryn decided on a few last-minute changes to her costume. Since she was the captain, it was only natural that a few others might take the initiative and choose her likeness as a costume. With this in mind, she thought it might be fun to go as herself and to see how well she could hide her normal mannerisms from the crew.
The modifications she decided on were to change her stature. Being a petite person in command, the captain had taken to wearing heels of more than five centimeters on her boots. As she replicated boots without heels and the uniform slacks to go with them, she thought this might throw off a few people when she didn't quite reach her normal height. That, along with a very un-captain-like demeanor, should thwart the most careful observer. Or so she thought.
Nursing his third blue ale, Chakotay sat alone at a table watching many versions of himself and his captain enjoy the festivities. He had seen each crew member arrive and was sure he hadn't missed the real Kathryn. Very pleased with himself for predicting the evening's progress, he watched as it became apparent that only two people were not dressed as one of the command team. A very realistic version of Seven of Nine and a likely true version of Tuvok silently observed the party from far corners, much as himself. They both seemed intent on the score PADDs they held.
Holo-captains and holo-commanders drained the strong punch and the true Neelix, dressed as himself, tended the bowl, keeping it filled and potent. The night was young and already there were signs of a wild party in the works. Chakotay found himself quite amused at the antics of the crew while portraying their command team. Although he knew Kathryn wouldn't enjoy watching herself as much as he enjoyed watching these versions of her, the commander silently applauded Paris's idea and programming. The best part of the evening was the contest itself. The computer would download the entries and the 'unmasking' would take place at midnight. The winner's name would also be announced. Only those who chose to stay would be revealed to the crowd. Crew members could choose to leave anonymously before midnight, making their way back to the privacy of their quarters. Thus, the nature of the evening encouraged a complete absence of inhibitions. It was going to be a long and interesting night.
One particularly animated 'captain' played pool with two 'Chakotays.' As she missed an easy shot, she laughed, tossing her head of auburn hair back to display the long, white neck and jutting chin he adored. 'Jenny Delaney,' he thought to himself and entered her number and identification into his PADD. She'd perfected the hair toss to an art form.
A diminutive version of himself danced slowly with a startlingly tall version of Kathryn. 'She' had her arms wrapped around his neck and 'he' seemed uncomfortable with the holo-chest his face was buried in. They were surrounded by at least a half-dozen couples, one of which consisted of two, very drunk captains pawing each other as they ground their way around the floor.
One thing was for certain, the crew was using this charade to release a few unchecked desires and fantasies. The pressing flesh, hands massaging rears and unbridled kisses were not normal fare among the crew of Voyager, even when this much synthehol was involved. Clearly, this masquerade had unleashed a sexual "free-for-all" atmosphere the likes of which Chakotay had never seen from his people.
Most didn't know exactly with whom they shared their evening. But it didn't slow anyone down at all. Quite the contrary, they seemed aroused by the very idea. It briefly gave him the creeps to think that not only the anonymity of the night was turning these good people on, but his and Kathryn's appearances, as well. Were these women (and men, if stature served as a guide) that sexually attracted to him? Were the men (and women) who touched and cooed at the various 'captains' turned on by her obvious charms? It was certainly worth pondering as he sat making notes on his PADD.
Chakotay intended to win the contest. A gifted observer of people, he had watched and kept track of most of the crew present and felt certain of many of his identifications. Perhaps he would use the holodeck time he won to trade for replicator rations for Kathryn's coffee.
While the goings-on of the party were clearly fascinating, Chakotay was almost sure the object of his focus had not yet arrived. He chatted with a few commanders and captains, but his eyes never left the entrance for more than a second or two. Chakotay didn't know what he'd do when he saw the real Kathryn, but he couldn't miss her first impression of the party, as that would be the unguarded look she couldn't hide from him.
Finally, about two hours into the festivities, his patience was rewarded.
In walked yet another Janeway, however this one's smile turned to a gape. The hand went immediately to her hip as she gawked at the unbelievable mass of red and black before her. He watched her gaze at the various couples slobbering their way across the dance floor. He saw her take in a particularly drunk version of himself grabbing at the breast of her twin as she leaned over the pool table. He noticed her discomfort which caused her to reach for her throat at the inspection of the vigorously kissing large and small Janeway couple.
All of this happened within the first few seconds after she stepped from the arch. Nearly all of the revelers were too wrapped up in their own celebrations to notice yet another captain walk through the door. As she realized her unconscious body language, she straightened up and gave Neelix a big grin as she floated to the bar for a drink. The red splotches creeping up her face from her neck gave her the appearance of someone who needed a drink badly.
He observed her surreptitiously check out the lay of the land from behind her punch cup of blue ale. Her embarrassment clouded her eyes and lent a shade of pink to her cheeks, but to his pride, the rest of her appeared happy to be where the good times took place. At first she stayed near the food, but then worked subtly at backing her way into the nearest corner, which happened to be the one in which the real Chakotay sat at his small table.
"Captain Janeway, I presume."
She jumped at the nearness of his voice. Command mask slipping into place, "Why, Commander, fancy meeting you here. I thought this was to be a costume party, not a family reunion. Nearly everyone here seems to be related to at least one of us."
"Have a seat?" He nodded to the empty place at his table. "I see you've already tried the punch."
"Yes, and I have to admit, it's pretty good. I'm just about ready for a refill." Kathryn took a seat and began watching a couple at a nearby table amorously kissing. The captain's face colored a bit at the display, but he could see her quickly squelching the embarrassment. "I bet there'll be some headaches around here in the morning."
"I've found that the most entertaining thing to do at this party is to watch. I believe I've 'observed' my way through about three of these." He indicated his glass and then, swallowing the last of his punch, Chakotay picked up Kathryn's empty and stood. "Refill?" He held his arm out to her.
Standing, she clasped his elbow and walked through the waves of black and red toward the bar. Using the dipper to ladle more blue fluid into their glasses, Chakotay eyed Kathryn as she bit her lip watching the spectacle around her. This wouldn't do. She wasn't having a good time and he desperately wanted her to stay with him throughout the party.
"I see there's a pool table open. I hear you're a shark with a cue."
Kathryn ducked her head in an attempt to look coy. Pool was just what she needed to get her mind off the discomfort of watching herself commit so many breeches of protocol. Hell, breeches of just plain decency. But she knew Paris would expect her to stay until the end and would be truly hurt if she skipped out early. "I can give it a go. Just don't expect much. I know my reputation precedes me, but I might not live up to your expectations."
"I doubt that." His voice was low and serious as he caught her eye in unguarded contact.
Could this be the real Chakotay? He was so familiar that it spooked her. What would be the chances of her stumbling upon him with, oh, about fifty others looking very much like him running around?
"You break, Captain."
"If you insist."
Despite her urge to hold back, the cue ball snapped into the triangle and sent three balls into various pockets. Oops.
"See? I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
After the mishap with the break, Kathryn did a much better job of withholding her expertise. Chakotay was trouncing her. They shared a couple more blue drinks as they played. Finally, he saw the perfect opportunity to bait her with a classic Janeway bank shot.
Walking around the table, she looked at the shot from various angles.
"Bank shot, Captain. Try it. You might get lucky."
She looked up at him through lashes, knowing that she was being set up. "I'm sorry, I just don't see how I could make that work."
"Let me show you."
Standing close behind her, he wrapped both arms around her shoulders and leaned over the table with her, attempting to guide her in setting up the shot. The heat from his body ran the length of her back and down her buttocks and thighs. His breath on her ear made her knees feel weak.
"See? Just hit the cue to the left of the middle, knocking the ball into the side and back to the far pocket." Oh, the irony of this moment! Me giving Kathryn pool pointers.
Moving away from her, he freed her to take the shot.
Kathryn had half a mind to sink the ball. But this was too fun. Her stick nicked the cue and she flubbed the shot completely, sending the cue ball into the nearby pocket. Maybe a bit of overkill, but she found it very difficult to play pool badly. "Oh well, it seems pool's not my game."
The wry smile that Chakotay threw her way clearly showed his disbelief. "Perhaps you'd like to give the table to the next party and try your hand on the dance floor?"
Kathryn set her stick on the green felt and reached for his outstretched hand. "Maybe I'll have more luck and not step on too many of your toes."
The combo played a soft jazz number. Several other couples in various stages of familiarity swayed to the music, twirling and laughing. The big Janeway and small Chakotay were doing a particularly suggestive bump and grind, holding each other tightly as they worked their way around the floor.
Chakotay led Kathryn to the middle of the floor before he turned her to him and drew her into his embrace. If he had been in doubt about who she was, the fragrance of her melted away any uncertainties. Pulling her closer to his body, he buried his nose in the soft blanket of her hair. His chin fit atop her head almost perfectly. He smiled, thinking of the almighty captain wearing flat heels to disguise herself.
There was no way Kathryn could hide from Chakotay. He'd have found her with his eyes shut tight and his hands tied behind his back. But having his hands tied around her back was so much more satisfying. He was thoroughly enjoying the discoveries his right hand was making on the small of her back, just above the swell of her buttocks. The feel of her warmth through her uniform and the small fingers entwined with his sent waves of desire up his arms as he led her around the floor.
The number ended and they stood, bodies pressed together, waiting for the next piece. When an even slower rhythm began, Chakotay spread his hand lower on her back, pinkie finger pressed into the uppermost cleft of her ass, and slowly pulled her pelvis into his.
Kathryn had the rare opportunity to feel virtually invisible to rest of the crew, so she allowed herself the luxury of this man's touch and brazen disregard of her personal space. After all, she didn't want to seem captain-like in her actions. Captain Janeway would never allow a member of her crew to hold her this tightly. Admiral Janeway's daughter would sooner die than be caught in any sort of a compromising situation.
But ooh... She was in heaven. And in hell. Dancing with this man who looked and acted so much like Chakotay reminded her why she feared her attraction to him. It was just too much. The tingly suspicion that this man actually was her first officer crept up her spine and into her scalp. It was as if her body knew him before her mind did.
He acted like Chakotay. He talked like Chakotay. Hell, he even smelled like Chakotay. And the graceful movement of his body thrumming against hers reminded her of a wild panther before it leaped onto its prey-or mate. Oh, God...
Despite his concerted effort to keep his body in check, Chakotay felt himself responding to her as she was responding to him. He felt her heat radiating through the material of his pants and onto his thigh as their neatly fused bodies spun slowly to the music.
Leaning her back for a slow dip, he pressed his hardness against her belly as she straddled his thigh. As he pulled her back up from the low dip, Chakotay watched Kathryn regard him with eyes wide open, her face tilted up toward his. An acknowledgment crossed her features and a heavy swallow contorted her throat. She knew him.
"You're..."
"An Angry Warrior." His soft voice caressed the air between them.
Panting above her deafening heartbeat, she asked, "How'd you know me?"
"There isn't a disguise clever enough to stop me from knowing you."
He felt her stiffen and glance around the crowded bar as she minutely pulled back from him. "If you knew me, then others..."
"So long as we keep doing this," he pulled her back astride him, "no one will ever think you're the button-down Starfleet captain you claim to be." A tiny grin slid across his mouth.
He was right. This behavior didn't fit her at all. The freedom of hiding behind a mask made of her own flesh had allowed her to act so out of character in the first place. If she acted flustered and nervous, then surely some of her crew would pick up on her distress. They'd realize it was their captain who had been slowly grinding her way around the room joined at the hips with her first officer. Or an unknown replica of him.
A staccato exhale passed for a laugh as she appreciated the irony of the situation. Don't stop now, Kathryn, or they'll catch you doing what you can't stop doing.
"Liberating, isn't it?" Chakotay gave her wicked look as he pulled her in tight and spun her into his body. "Let's give them a show..."
She would enjoy this. For tonight, she would allow this...this, conduct. All in part of the game. For the sake of the party. Because she could get away with it. Because she desperately wanted to feel him moving next to her.
Their dance continued around the half-empty floor, moving slowly to the beat of the music. Chakotay led her with finesse and moment by passing moment deepened the physical connection between them.
Both large hands splayed across her back now, and he pressed her torso to his. As they danced, one of his hands migrated to her ribs and then lightly tickled the side of her breast with the back of his fingers. Her arms were around his neck as she felt his thumb reach between them to flick her nipple through the uniform.
"Do you like this, Captain?" His lips hovered over her ear and stirred the tiny hairs inside, causing her to shudder and pull her head further away. Drawing small circles on her neck just below her ear, his tongue lapped up the flavor of her sweat.
He'd danced them into a corner of the room, behind the band. Kathryn didn't notice until she felt something nudge up against her back. Opening her eyes, she saw Chakotay's face a serious contortion of desire. His breath came quickly through his open mouth as he pushed her solidly against the large pillar just behind the bandstand. She could smell the sweetness of him and the more pungent aroma of the synthehol.
The look he gave her caused a flash of heat and something akin to fear. Oh, no. What have I allowed to happen?
"Chakotay. We can't do this. I don't care who knows it's me, but this isn't right. You know it, too."
She forgot her protest as his mouth dove onto and into hers, plowing her lips with his tongue. His hands were suddenly everywhere. As one cupped and squeezed her ass, the other slid under her jacket, pulling the tunic from her pants. In an instant, his fingers were slipping under her bra and pinching the nipple he'd teased earlier. Her head spun with the dizzy feel of him and the alcohol clouding her brain.
Groaning, she tried to push him away, but he followed her mouth relentlessly, driving her further into his state of lust and kicking the shit out of any reason she might have been clinging to.
They were hidden from the sight of all but one holographic band member who could lean back and see them if he tried. He wasn't trying.
Chakotay knew he was beyond pushing it. Those four cups of that blue crap Tom had mixed were doing his thinking for him right now. And the part of his body rubbing itself raw against the inside of his trousers was seconding the motion. Beyond caring what exactly had led to this turn of events, he only hoped the spell would last longer than this stolen moment.
The blood and punch rushing around inside Kathryn's body drowned out all thoughts of her location. As if looking at herself from above, she watched the two of them spiral out of control, mere meters from most of her crew. One of Chakotay's hands still cupped and squeezed her breast as the other one held her ass firmly, pushing his length against her in a futile attempt to join their bodies. They both gasped and moaned to the steady rhythm he set with his thrusting.
Kathryn felt insane and helpless to stop what she knew was an inevitable result of their co-existence. She'd known since the first day Chakotay beamed on board that there would always be something unresolved between them. It was only a matter of time before it was forced to the surface. Who knew what combination of events would lead to this? Evidently, the lethal concoction was composed of muted inhibitions, erotic dancing, and several liters of blue punch.
Throwing her head back and jutting her hips forward, she completely succumbed to the lust growing between them.
"Get a room! Sandrine runs a decent place here!"
Kathryn looked over Chakotay's shoulder into the disgusted face of the old bass player. Chuckling against her neck, Chakotay slowed his movements. With more strength than she could have been capable, she shoved against his shoulders and Chakotay stumbled back a few centimeters.
"I don't know what we were thinking... " Kathryn whispered hoarsely and reached down to her tunic and tucked it into her slacks, trying at the same time to coax her breast back into the cup of her bra. Looking up into Chakotay's eyes, she saw fading lust and a hurt so deep it scared her.
Clearing his face of emotion, Chakotay murmured, "I'm sorry for my lack of control, Captain. I'll file a report on my misconduct first thing in the morning." Hanging his head, he worked at adjusting his pants.
Kathryn's heart ached at the change she'd witnessed. As much as her training stated that what had happened between them was wrong, it only felt wrong now that it had ended badly. What would it be like if it hadn't ended in frustration and hurt? How was this so inappropriate? Why couldn't she be allowed to feel like this again? She was a long way from home and deserved a bit of life amongst the crises that constantly threatened them. How was it wrong for her to feel so much for this man? What the hell had Starfleet done for her over the past six years!?
"Wait." She grabbed his shoulder. "This isn't the place. I'm... I want you, too, Chakotay... Just not right here..."
"Do you mean that? You're not going to change you mind?" His guarded face betrayed none of the desperation he felt.
"No. I won't change my mind, and I want you to join me later. But I need to get out of here." She glanced at the timepiece on her wrist. "You stay and give my regards to Tom and the crew. Tell them I wasn't feeling well... tell them anything you want." She felt strangely like Cinderella who had to flee the ball before her coach turned into a pumpkin.
"Aye Captain. And it seems I have a weekend on the holodeck to win for us." He patted the breast pocket of his uniform jacket that held the PADD he'd be fiddling with most of the evening.
A half-grin illuminated her face. "You really think you'll win this thing?"
Leaning in, Chakotay placed his index finger in the middle of her chest. "I knew who you were, didn't I?"
The finger was too tempting. Kathryn plucked it from her front and brought it to her mouth for a slow suck before releasing it and pushing it back to its owner. "I think the tall Janeway is really Tom Paris in drag. You know, the one with the tiny Chakotay? I'll bet that's Torres."
He rolled his eyes. "Theirs were two of the first identifications I made."
Her throaty laugh filled the corner. "Oh, and wear a costume. We both got cheated out of dressing up this evening." She kissed him slowly on the cheek, snapped her jacket taut by its hem, and sauntered out of the alcove toward the bar.
Had she really just invited him up to her room for what he thought? Was she willing to finish what they'd started here against the cool pillar? And what the hell kind of costume would he wear for this sort of party?
Shaking his head, he made a final adjustment to the new dimensions in his pants. He leaned in to tap the old musician and whispered, "She invited me up to her room, old man. This might just be my lucky night." And he walked off to join the rest of the party, leaving the poor guy shaking his head.
As he neared the bar, Chakotay saw his Kathryn slip out the exit as Neelix announced that all entries were now final.
"And if you'd like to avoid the unmasking, now would be a good time to begin heading toward the exit," he added.
Quite a few people made their way to the arch and had to wait in a line to leave one by one. It looked like the crew who chose to stay numbered less than three dozen.
Chakotay ordered a tea and sat at the bar, waiting for this thing to be over so he could join Kathryn in her quarters. He nearly decided that the wait was too long, but stuck it out instead, hoping she didn't have a last minute change of heart. He knew that someone on the command team needed to be there at the unmasking. Paris and the others would be hurt and then there would be the constant speculation.
As the doors slid shut on the last anonymous 'captain,' the tall Janeway spoke up. "Computer: delete holographic costumes." As 'she' spoke, the face of the captain melted away and there stood Tom, just as he'd figured. Chakotay saw Seven and Tuvok exchanged bodies, each having chosen the other to portray. Intriguing, as Tuvok would say.
First there was a brief silence, as revelers looked around at each other. This was immediately followed by a chorus of, "I knew it was you!" "I thought you were Harry!" "Where's Gonzales? That coward!" People searched for friends and laughed at their own successful and not-so-successful charades.
Paris then shouted above the din, "Hey everyone, don't you want to know who won this thing?"
More shouts of the affirmative and Paris fiddled with his PADD for a moment.
Tom whistled as he looked at the readout. "Looks like the Commander got lucky. Chakotay! You correctly named 56 different crew members. You win the prize, big guy."
The crowd applauded and turned toward the bar to see Chakotay nod his acceptance.
Tom continued. "If you want to see how you did, all of your PADDs hold the results. The numbers are excluded of course, to protect the names of the innocent. Or guilty as the case may be!" More whoops of laughter continued.
Someone said, "Hey, where's the captain? No, the real one!"
"Yeah, which one was she, Commander?"
B'Elanna came to stand near Chakotay as she scrolled through her readout. "Huh. You didn't i.d. the captain?"
"'Fraid not. She must have eluded me."
"Funny. It seems like she's about the only one you didn't spot. Must be all that Maquis training."
Chakotay chucked B'Elanna under the chin and then turned his attention back to scroll through the results looking to see how everyone else had done. Only Seven and Paris had correctly identified him, he noted proudly. And Kathryn had only been identified by one person. Uh oh. This wasn't good at all. That solitary person was... Tom Paris.
Harry called out, "Hey, Tom! You knew who the captain was. Was she the one who skunked me in pool?"
More people joined in the fray. "Yeah, who was she, anyway, Tom?"
"I bet she wasn't even here! Who ever heard of dressing as yourself at a costume party?"
"Which one was she, Paris?"
Tom grinned at the attention he was getting. "You all know the rules. She chose to leave and I won't give up her number. She was here and it looked like she was having a very nice time. I'll just leave it at that." He laughed as they once again turned to their PADDs to make discoveries about others. Looking at Chakotay, Tom winked.
This looked like a good time for Chakotay to leave. The thought of Tom knowing who they had been all evening might scare Kathryn off when she found out. But at least not before he had a chance to convince her that she couldn't live without him in her bed. He had tonight to prove that and he didn't waste a moment saying a few short goodnights and heading to the exit.
Catching up to him as he made his way to the door, Paris stopped Chakotay and leaned in close for privacy. "Tell her I won't let on which one she was. And don't worry about the musician. He's programmed to discourage all the heavy necking. Except, of course, when it's me." Paris flashed his toothy grin.
Chakotay couldn't keep the amusement off his face. "I figured you had something to do with that."
"I'd have reprogrammed him if I'd known it was going to be the two of you playing slap and tickle back there."
"I bet you'd have set his subroutines to take holoimages of the whole thing."
"Hey! That's a great idea. Maybe next time. Oh, and have a nice time tonight. I assume you're off to wrap up a few loose ends?"
"Don't call your captain a loose end. You might find yourself missing a pip again." Chakotay thumbed the rank on Paris's collar and left the holodeck.
Kathryn's bed was a shambles. She'd pulled out every one of her dresses and fussed around trying to find something that resembled a costume. And as it was the last day of the month, no replicator rations were left to make something new. Shit.
She'd tried the Arachnia costume but couldn't get it fastened without help. As it stood now, she only wore the black thigh-high fishnets from the costume along with the very sexy black bustier that had gone under the dress. The last time she'd been dressed as the spider queen, she'd realized early on that the absurd lingerie was obviously a part of some sweaty Tom Paris fantasy.
Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror over her bureau, Kathryn jutted a hip and gave herself the once over. Not bad for a broad in her 40s. Not bad at all. Maybe I'll just put on the shoes and ditch the dress altogether. The ridiculous gown had itched something fierce and she had no desire to repeat that tonight. Kathryn rooted around in a drawer until she found a black satin robe and slipped it over her shoulders. Chuckling, she doubted Chakotay would be too disappointed in her choice of costumes.
Fresh from the fastest sonic shower he had every experienced, the commander pulled his leathers from the back of the closet. It had been quite some time since he'd worn them and Chakotay exhaled in a sigh of relief when the pants fastened around his waistline. Pulling on the jacket, he decided that the captain was finally ready for a little mutiny...
He entered her privacy code and stepped into her quarters unannounced. Kathryn sat under the viewport looking out at the stars and turned when she heard the doors swoosh open and shut. "Didn't your mother teach you better manners? It's considered polite to chime before barging into someone's room." Her eyebrows rose as she noticed his attire.
"It's only polite when you wish to lose the element of surprise, Captain." He closed in on her, his eyes boring into hers. Chakotay was coiled to spring as he spoke in a dangerous, low voice. "Computer, erect a level 10 force field around the captain's quarters and route all command communications to Commander Tuvok until further notice. Authorization Maquis Epsilon Mutiny."
Kathryn's breath caught in a gasp of mock surprise. "Mutiny? Is this a mutiny?"
He stopped right in front of her, towering over her on the sofa. "I'm not willing to risk the chance that you've changed your mind."
Her eyes widened. "So you'd take me by force if necessary?"
"Believe me when I tell you that it wouldn't be by force for long." He lowered himself and knelt on the floor in front of her.
Parting her legs around his, she reached for his jacket fasteners, and smoothed her hands under the leather to caress the white shirt it revealed. "Are you that good, Mr. Maquis?" She felt his heart thundering under the soft white cotton.
"I've never had any complaints." He hastily shrugged the jacket from his shoulders and reached for her satin robe, spreading his hands over the slippery fabric. His fingers peeled back the robe and he saw the black bustier and garterless stockings that clung to her white thighs.
"This looks like the costume of a very willing woman. What's its significance? Aside from the obvious." His leer sent a lightening bolt through her stomach, ending in her nipples, aching under the tight, boned satin.
Kathryn's fingers teased Chakotay's chest through his shirt. "They're Arachnia's undergarments. I decided to forgo the dress altogether. It spares you the trouble of ripping it off of me."
"We'll just have to settle for this." His fingers looped in the black lace panties at her hips, and with a swift tug, they snapped apart. Chakotay tossed the pieces away, leaned back on his haunches and buried his face in the soft flesh he'd uncovered.
Moaning, Kathryn arched her back into the sofa cushion as he pulled her hips to the edge of the seat. His tongue plunged into her, lapping at the moisture he found.
Chakotay pulled away from her, his mouth shiny with her juices. His movements took on a decidedly less frantic pace as he slid a finger, then two into her, studying her expression. The other hand settled low on her belly and its thumb lightly circled the taut little bead. Kathryn rocked her hips, pushing his fingers further into her.
The cool, silky voice coaxed her as she moved with him. "There, that's it. Ride my fingers, sweetheart. You've waited for this for so long. Take it, Kathryn." Rocking from one shoulder to the other, she soaked up the feeling of the slick friction. He had amazingly talented fingers. She'd spent many hours watching them dance across a console, fight hostile aliens, and soothe Naomi's spiked forehead. Now they were inside of her creating sensations she'd only imagined were possible.
She pushed her thighs so widely apart it was nearly painful. She couldn't seem to give him enough. Or show him enough of herself. The need to open fully to him gnawed at her with a raw desire she'd never before experienced. And the delicate pace he set with his hands gave way and grew in intensity as her response gained momentum.
Her head rolled and her hips jerked about. She'd lost control. No, she'd lost her mind! He was finger fucking her and she was writhing and bucking and whimpering under his hands. God, those hands! And his eyes on hers the whole time.
Face red from the frantic movements and built-up lust, Kathryn was slicked with sweat. The tiny hairs at the top of her forehead darkened with perspiration. Chakotay watched her pant and toss her head about, catching more hair in the sweat covering her face. "God, you're beautiful. I could watch you like this for hours. This is for you, baby... Come for me... I want to see you..."
"Oh, fu--..! Yes, I'm coming...keep doing...Chakotay!" She exploded in a storm of movement, thrashing her way through the most intense orgasm she'd known. Her toes contorted and her ankles bent back upon themselves. The only thing she was aware of was his fingers, his thumb, and the rippling sensation inside her as her wet passage spasmed around him.
"That's it. Ride it out... So beautiful..." Chakotay held his hands still as he reverently watched every nuance of her climax. He saw the way her face turned crimson just before she shouted for him. He'd seen the flush that crept down from his hands across her thighs. And he'd thrilled in the utter lack of control she'd allowed him to witness.
When she finally slumped back into the sofa, he removed his fingers and softly cupped her mound as she continued to quiver. He leaned down to kiss the swollen knot of flesh and flicked his tongue gently over it. Kathryn twitched at the intense sensation and opened her eyes, expecting to see exploded bulkheads drifting off into space. Instead, she saw eyes burning with lust and pleasure that was yet to come. She barely managed to whisper, "That was... beyond anything I've ever felt..."
"And we've got all night..."
She sensed, rather than heard the zipper to his fly being lowered. Her legs were still spread wide, thighs held open by her hands which were cupping her knees. In her thrashing, she'd worked her way further down the sofa so that her bottom hung over the edge of the furniture. Watching Chakotay between her legs, her eyes went wide when he released himself from the leather pants and stroked his cock in anticipation. He looked so long and thick and ready for her. Without realizing it, she took a deep unsteady breath and licked her lips.
"Is this what you want?" Her watched her face as she saw him for the first time.
"Oh, yes. For years now," she panted. Leaning forward, she touched the tip of his cock and ran her finger over the silken head, playing in the moisture. He moved her hand back to her knee and covered her hands with his, pushing them back further under her arms.
His hand returned to the hardness between them, lining himself up with her entrance. He reared back and entered her with one, deep stabbing motion. Crying out in pain and ecstasy, Kathryn felt him stop, flush against her womb. Chakotay took shallow breaths, forcing himself to still within her and give her a chance to adjust. He knew it had been years for her and the difference in their sizes was... significant. He smoothed his hands over the underside of her thighs and rubbed her belly below the bustier. "It's like you were made for me... Tell me when you can... handle more."
As he waited, Chakotay noticed his shirttail threatening to hang in the way and he ripped the buttons open, pulling it off his arms and tossing it to join her panties behind the sofa. Kathryn wiggled her hips and groaned, signaling the end of her discomfort. Now! He angled himself away from her, pulling nearly all the way out and then thrust back into her more deeply than before.
Setting a slow, but powerful rhythm, Chakotay lunged his body in and out of her. Kathryn's feet kicked off the black spike-heeled pumps and found his shoulders, bracing them there for stability and to counter his thrusts into her. Lifting her bottom off of the furniture, she angled herself better for his height and felt him riding her more frantically. His big hands pulled at her hips, forcing her snugly onto his shaft and then away from him, rolling in the friction that pleasured them.
As he felt his control slipping away, he pulled out of her, grabbing at her thighs in an attempt to turn her over as quickly as possible. She felt the loss of him inside her, a painful incompletion.
Before it registered with her what he was doing, she found herself belly down on the sofa with her ass up in the air. He worked at stuffing one of the large throw pillows under her hips to raise her closer to his height. Her knees didn't quite reach the ground and she grabbed for the back of the sofa in order to keep from slipping from it altogether.
Appreciating the view, Chakotay thrilled that the black fishnet stockings stopping midway up her thighs made her look like an Orion whore. And the lace-trimmed bustier ended just past her waist, leaving her white mounds of flesh conspicuously exposed. Her ass, reddened from his pounding, and the slutty outfit made his cock crawl with the need to fuck her senseless.
Chakotay's fingers spread her open to him. His voice, shaky with need, interrupted the sound of their panting. "Do you like it this way, Kathryn? You want me to take you with your ass in the air?" He didn't wait for an answer, but demonstrated the offer by banging his cock deep against her cervix.
His pumping began again in earnest, leaving her wheezing as he nearly knocked the breath from her. Rubbing his hands over her cheeks, he thumbed her tiny, pink opening. "So damn good like this... I love to see your body begging me to touch it. You're so tight and hot all over." His hand left her ass and he sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly with his spit.
She felt the slippery digit twirling around the forbidden hole as he pumped his cock into her. "No! Don't!" but her hips betrayed her by rocking back into the sensation. She'd never liked this, but here she was, allowing him to nudge inside. Stilling himself completely, his thumb barely rested in the tiny hole.
He waited what seemed like hours but was actually only seconds, before she rocked into his hand, pushing his thick thumb deeper and deeper with each movement. She was the only one who moved at all until her ass had swallowed his entire digit.
Chakotay resumed the deep plunges with his cock and began shallow ones with his thumb, riding her expertly. The friction within the two passages worked in tandem to drive her higher than she thought possible. She grunted her pleasure, all capabilities of speech far gone.
Who the hell was this man?! Was this the quiet, introspective first officer that flirted sweetly with her when it seemed welcome? Was this the man who never pushed further than was perfectly safe? She didn't even recognize him growling through this rough, exquisite treatment of her. His mouth was nasty with descriptions of her body and the delicious scenes he painted for her so she could enjoy what he was seeing and experiencing.
Her orgasm slammed into her without warning. She stopped the counter-thrusting and clenched up with every muscle in her body as her head tilted back and she let go of an earthy sound, somewhere between a howl and a groan. Chakotay felt her wringing him and fought to hold back so he could concentrate solely on her pleasure. The hand that wasn't embedded in her grabbed for her breast, still encased in the tacky clothing. He found the ripe nipple buried underneath satin and rubbed it roughly through the material with his fingernail as her release tapered and the howling finally ceased.
It was at this point that Chakotay lost all sense of himself and floundered in the sensations that accosted him. His mind was only on his cock and watching her as he used her body for his own pleasure. Pulling his thumb from her, he viciously clutched her waist and pushed her further up onto the sofa. His hands held her up completely while her knees dangled on either side of his thighs, inches from the carpet her toes dug into. Grasping at the back of the couch, she hung on for dear life as he pumped and grunted and rode his way towards orgasm.
"Oh, yes... Fuck me, Chakotay... I've needed this for so long, now..."
Her confession triggered his release and he spurt long and deep within her.
Dropping her to the cushion, he collapsed onto her back, willing his heart back into his chest. The deafening thrumming drowned out her tiny plea to breathe. The second request was accompanied by a sharp jab to his ribs from her elbow.
"Sorry," he heaved and lifted off her, easing himself to the floor.
Turning, Kathryn slid to sit beside Chakotay in front of the sofa. Flopping her head back on the seat, she looked over at him with a sideways grin. "Liked the costume, huh?"
Chakotay's laugh turned into a cough as he snapped the black lace elastic at her thigh.
"I can't believe you didn't even try to get into this..." she began undoing the tiny hooks at the front of the bustier, working her way down.
He still fought for breath through his laughter. "I'd love to see your breasts, but I didn't have the foggiest idea how to get that thing open and I didn't want to look like a fumbling fool. Especially after I'd told you how good I was at this."
"Well, it's coming off whether you want it to or not. I realize now it wasn't the dress that itched." She worked the last hook open and pulled the stiff thing from behind her, hurling it across the room. Angry red lines ran vertically up her waist and stomach, cutting into the nipples that Chakotay bent to kiss and caress. This gentle gesture contrasted sharply with the delicious brutality of the last half hour.
"I'll be right back." Chakotay rose and made his way to the head to clean up as Kathryn draped her robe around herself and replicated a coffee and tea for the two of them. Coming back into the living area, he paused in the doorway, watching her swish around in her robe, which hung open in front. Completely at ease with his nudity, Chakotay leaned on his shoulder against the jamb, smiling, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. He thought they'd never come to this and here it was, everything he'd hoped, yet more. His heart was full and his body satisfied more completely than he'd thought possible.
Turning toward his presence, Kathryn felt his deep satisfaction and gave the knowing look of an appreciated woman.
His expression darkened and he regarded her seriously. "Why now?"
"You mean, this?" She waved her elbow at the rumpled pillow and sofa and then placed their cups on the coffee table. "Why have I finally succumbed to your many charms?"
"Yes. What's changed?"
"Here, come sit with me and I'll try to explain." Settling next to each other on the sofa, he pulled her to his side and soothed her arm under its sleeve.
"When I walked onto the holodeck, I...I didn't know what to think. I mean, I saw myself dozens of times over. I was... It was unreal that anyone would want to be me. Even for a short time, and only in costume." She hesitated, searching for the words to describe her epiphany. "I felt like an... outsider looking in on what my own life could be.
"All those people knew what I wouldn't let myself know. And they were having such a good time being me! Why couldn't I have a good time being me? Didn't look so hard, just grab the nearest Chakotay and go with it..." She gestured wildly with her hands and then tenderly placed them on his chest. "But little did I know that I grabbed the real thing." Kathryn nuzzled her head into his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Besides, I thought if I was really nice to you, you'd share your weekend on the holodeck with me." She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. "You did win, didn't you?"
Chakotay pulled her onto his lap and kissed her soundly. "Of course. You know I'm an excellent judge of character. Just ask Tom or Tuvok."
"Or Seska," she teased. He groaned and gave her a tender slap on the thigh.
"Oh! I forgot to ask!" Kathryn's eyes went wide. "Did anyone figure out which one was me?"
"Only Tom. But he also knew who I was. He said to tell you your secret's safe with him."
"Welllll... It might not have to be a secret much longer..."
His face was a question mark as he pulled her astride his lap. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It just seems that if there's something going on, we really owe it to the crew to let them in on it. Don't you think they can handle it?" She rubbed against his hardness growing between them.
"I think they've handled the thought for years. Now can you handle it?"
Big pools of brown searched her soul.
"I think I'll start by handling this..." She reached between them and fisted his penis.
Ensign Jenkins wobbled his way home from the party. As he passed the captain's quarters, he heard a loud shriek followed by something that sounded like... giggling? He'd lay bets that the damn Vulcan was taking alpha shift tomorrow, which meant security drills. Should have laid off that last punch, Al. It's going to be a long day tomorrow...
End.
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