VARIATIONS ON A THEME

Disclaimer: See Part 1.

Rated R

PART 2: RESOLUTIONS - LOVE

The alcove was small, cramped even, for the two bodies that occupied it. Chakotay spooned behind her, his knees bumping the backs of her thighs, his cock nuzzling the cleft of her buttocks. Kathryn's breathing was erratic, short little catches of breath, a hitch as his fingers circled her nipple, close, but never quite touching, a long exhalation as he pushed his face into the curve of neck and shoulder and bit lightly.

They had been there for hours, or so it seemed. There was no rush; Voyager spun her way back to the Alpha Quadrant with Tuvok in command, and New Earth turned on unhurried axis. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do except fall into each other, take, give, and share their newly acknowledged love.

Kathryn turned, softness in her eyes, wrapping a leg over his hip. His cock bobbed in acknowledgement, and he pressed up against her warm belly, sticky trails on white skin. His eyes showed the feeling that he could still only acknowledge in convoluted fashion; legends took the place of declarations, a handclasp showed the commitment that words could not. But it was enough, and she had answered, kissing him with tentative lips, then firmer, harder, when he responded.

And now... Now, Chakotay let his hands slip down her back, curving around her waist, pulling her into him, so that he could take her mouth, plunder her, possess her in the oldest sense. He loved the incredible way she sighed into his mouth, loved the way she opened her thighs to him, unfurling for him alone. Too soon for love making again. She wouldn't deny him, that he knew for a certainty, indeed, she had been the aggressor earlier, straddling him, taking him deep, taking him hard, milking his essence. But he'd seen the rawness as he lapped her sex afterwards, and knew that she had to be sore.

When his fingers delved between her legs, the slickness coated them, heavy dew, a viscous mix of him and her. She raised her leg higher up, curling over his hip and let him take all he wanted. So hard not to slide his hands over her skin and lose himself in her once again. So hard not to tumble her underneath him and drive into her willing body once more. But, he didn't want it to be uncomfortable for her, and they had all the time in the world.

Yes, thought Chakotay, as he pulled her over, so that she lay over him, a small hand curled over his chest. All the time in the world.