Disclaimer: See main story.
Rated NC-17
For Sheri whose evil and twisted brain came up with the idea.
This is an alternate ending to The Dance, which can be found here. This NC-17 ending is pure, gratuitous smut and totally unbelievable as far as the characters are concerned, I don't believe for a second that either Kathryn or Chakotay would behave this way, but who cares. I just wanted to torture Michael, who is a very irritating hologram.
This ending takes up from the original at the point immediately before the line, "Computer, delete holographic characters."
Dimly she heard a voice say, "Katie."
Chakotay lifted his lips but not his gaze from her, silently giving her the choice between them. She turned her head and looked Michael in the eyes. His anguished expression irritated her.
Chakotay dropped his lips back down to hers, and she ignored the hologram, standing to one side, wringing his hands in disbelief.
Chakotay's lips traveled down the side of her neck. "Kathryn, shouldn't you delete him or something?" he whispered.
The trail of his lips was clouding her thinking, and his hand creeping up to rub her nipple through the heavy dress wasn't helping.
"Mine.... mine... You are going to be mine." Chakotay was chanting the words like a litany and his sure fingers worked the fiddly buttons at the front of her dress. When he got to the buttons over her breasts his patience ran out and he ripped the material and pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her in a black lace bra. His head dropped and he sucked hard on her nipple through the thin fabric.
"Leave her be you bastard." Suddenly Chakotay was pulled from her breast. She looked up and saw Michael, beating on his shoulders with clenched fists.
Chakotay sat back on his heels, momentarily disorientated and Michael dropped to her side. "Katie-love, are you all right? Cover yourself, lass."
In amazement she realized that she had been so far gone in her lust that she had forgotten to delete the holographic characters. They ringed her like statues, jaws slack in amazement at what they were witnessing. Seamus and another man held Chakotay pinned. His erection was very evident through his loose pants, and his eyes still burned hot for her. He was also very clearly annoyed.
Suddenly so was she. For months now, she had been courted by this hologram, whose idea of a good time was to stroke her hand and kiss her cheek. When she had tried to seduce him, his environmental subroutines kicked in. The ones that said that nice women in 1930's Ireland didn't do this, and he rejected her advances with a soulful look and a comment about how much he respected her. Respect be dammed, she had programmed what she considered to be her perfect man, but she had forgotten to take into account the role of a woman in this time. She had shut herself out of his programming before she discovered her omission, and she was left with a romantic Irish gentleman, one who quoted poetry, kissed her cheek and left her horny.
"Computer, delete all holographic characters except for Michael Sullivan."
The other occupants of the bar shimmered out of existence. She arched an eyebrow in question at Chakotay. His grin answered her.
She shook off Michael and went to stand in front of Chakotay. Meeting his eyes, she finished undoing the buttons of the dress, one by one. His eyes followed her fingers down. She let the dress fall and stood in front of him dressed in the black lace bra and panties.
"Katie." Michael again, his face flushed, although whether it was arousal or distress she couldn't tell. His hand was on her arm imploringly. "Katie, the devil-man has you under a spell. Come with me, turn from the path of evil."
It was an irritating whine. Without taking her eyes from Chakotay, she said, "Computer, delete vocal subroutines from character Michael Sullivan."
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Michael opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Much better.
Chakotay wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her again, parting her lips, claiming her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside. She pressed herself close to him, feeling the long, hard length of him pressing into her belly. A real man this. No poetry, no tentative kisses, no pious talk of respecting her too much to do this.
Chakotay had too many clothes on. Breaking the kiss, but not the eye contact, she undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his exposed chest. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and dropping to her knees pressed her lips to his smooth belly. Chakotay wound his hands in her hair as her fingers undid the waist of his pants and lowered the zip.
Suddenly Chakotay staggered slightly as a body hurled itself at him, raining blows on his upper body. She looked up. Michael again. This was really getting frustrating, in more ways than one. Chakotay was easily defending himself, he was the bigger man, but he looked as irritated as she.
"Computer," said Chakotay, "confine Michael Sullivan behind a level 1 force field two meters in diameter."
The barrier snapped into place and she could see Michael howling silently as he battered the invisible barrier.
Chakotay returned to her. "Much better," he said. "Do you want to make him watch?" The evil glint in his eyes told her he had no objection.
She looked at Michael, as he raged and stormed soundlessly within his enclosure. "Yes. Show him how real men behave."
Chakotay returned to stand in front of her, and she returned her mouth to his stomach, questing lower following the arrow of hair that disappeared into his briefs. She put her mouth to his erection, sucking him through the cotton material. Without lifting her mouth from him, she pulled his pants down, pushing them lower. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. She slid her hands along his muscled thighs, rubbing the dark hairs, tickling lightly up the inside of his legs. She wanted to see him, feel the silky skin that sheathed the steel of his erection, so she dragged his briefs down and let it spring free.
Oh my. He was large. Impressively large. She wrapped her mouth around the head of it, hearing him groan her name. She was caught between wanting to see the expression on his face and the horror on Michael's. This was definitely not what respectable unmarried women did in Fairhaven.
Michael won, and she stole a quick glance at him. He was standing, hands pressed to the invisible forcefield, immobile, his mouth was open in shock. She smiled as much as she could around Chakotay's length and tilted her head to look up at him.
He was looking down at her through half closed eyes, hips undulating dreamily as he murmured her name. She tasted the salt of him and stopped. She didn't want him to come just yet.
Chakotay must have felt the same as he pulled her to her feet, turning her around in his arms so that her back was pressed against him and they were both facing the hologram. She rubbed her backside too and fro on his erection. He sighed her name and dropped his lips to caress her neck, even as his hands moved to cover her breasts. He flicked open the catch of the front fastening bra with a quick movement and drew it away from her. His large hands covered both breasts, rubbing slow circles over her nipples. Her eyes closed and her head fell back at the sensation. Then she felt him slide his hands away and she opened them and looked at the hologram. She wanted to see his reaction to her breasts.
Michael was gawking, there was no other word for it. You would think he had never seen female breasts before. She noticed the slight tenting of his apron over his groin. Good, he was aroused. Let him see what he could have been doing if only he had tried.
Chakotay pinched and stroked one nipple, and his other hand trailed lightly over her stomach to the edge of her panties. It stroked lightly over the material, before returning to dip down inside, raking through the curls, dropping lower to curl one thick finger up through her folds, deep inside the wetness of her sex. She spread her legs slightly to give him better access.
"Look at him now," murmured Chakotay, even as he circled her clitoris with a gentle finger, making her shake in the precursor of orgasm.
She looked. His face was a complex mixture of misery, guilt and desire. One hand was moving rhythmically under the ridiculous apron and he appearing to be soundlessly reciting Hail Marys.
"Let him see what he missed, Kathryn." Chakotay was murmuring erotically in her ear. "Let him watch me claim you for my own, let him watch our love making, let him see me slide into you, let him hear you scream my name as you come."
The words he whispered pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Chakotay pulled her panties down and she kicked them away. She turned in his arms feeling him hard and fierce against her stomach.
"Where?" She murmured.
In answer he nudged her backwards to one of the bar tables and lifted her onto it. She sat on the edge, and spread her legs. She hoped Michael had a good view. By looking to one side she could see him, him of the twisted face and subroutines that told him that what he was watching was a deadly sin.
Chakotay moved between her spread thighs and with one fierce thrust entered her completely. He pulsed inside her for a moment, buried to the hilt in her body.
"I love you, Kathryn." He whispered the words as he started to move, hard and fast, thrusting into her with sure strokes, pounding into her so hard that her whole body shook and she could feel the long length of him deep within her.
She braced herself with arms locked behind her, head thrown back as she crashed over the edge into orgasm. She was howling Chakotay's name and dimly through the sheer pleasure consuming her she felt him pulse his seed deep within her.
He rested for a brief moment, slick and hot inside her before pulling out and dropping to his knees in front of her. He didn't hesitate, just put his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her even further apart and put his mouth to her, slurping and licking with a frenzy of need. She was still on the plateau of her first climax when he pushed her into a second, unexpected in its arrival and just as fierce.
Chakotay rose up and they embraced, kissing with a tenderness at odds with their earlier passion.
"There's no going back now, Kathryn," he whispered to her.
"No. I love you." She murmured back to him, feeling the tremor run through his body at her words.
They held each other for long moments, in the smoky echoing chamber of the empty bar.
"What shall we do about him?" Chakotay nodded his head in Michael's direction.
"Let him go." She felt a flicker of remorse for their treatment of the hologram, but only for an instant. She had more important things to consider, like where to sleep wrapped up in Chakotay's arms for the rest of the night.
"Computer, deactivate forcefield around character Michael Sullivan and restore his vocal sub routines."
A glance at Michael, shamefaced and with a tell tale patch of dampness on his apron told its own story.
"Katie." He approached her. "I will go to the church and pray for your soul." His quiet dignity touched her where his pathetic anguish had failed. "And I will confess my sins to the priest and pray for my own forgiveness."
"You do that Michael." She was tired and wanted to press herself into Chakotay's arms and explore gentle, less urgent lovemaking with him for the rest of the night.
Michael looked sadly at her for one last minute, maybe saying goodbye to his dream, before he turned and left the bar. She watched him go, then became aware of Chakotay shaking silently with suppressed laughter behind her.
She turned in his arms. "What is it?"
"He's going to confess his sins to the priest," he said. "Confession is good for the soul. He'll probably go into great detail about what he's seen to ensure his soul is pure again."
"So?" She was puzzled.
Chakotay seemed to be having great difficulty in getting the words out. "Don't you remember who the priest is in Fairhaven?"
She looked at him with dropping jaw. "The Doctor is."
Their laughter echoed in the silent bar.
Feedback? Please. Shayenne
An addition to an addition. Michael's thoughts as he walks away. Click here to read After The Ball, by Anonymous.
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