VARIATIONS ON A THEME

Disclaimer: See Part 1.

Rated NC-17

PART 3: THE Q AND THE GREY - PESTILENCE

In the darkness of their quarters, the lovers took advantage of the minutes before the alarm. Kathryn straddled him, riding his cock with abandon, raising and lowering her body to meet his thrusts.

Chakotay was half propped up against the pillows. He loved to watch this, loved to see her stretched around his penis, loved to see it disappearing inside her, reappearing hard, wet, and shining. Kathryn was leaning slightly back, totally exposed to him. Her breasts bobbed as she rode him, and her fingers toyed with herself. When she used her fingers to open herself further, he could see every detail of her swollen sex. He gasped, thrust harder, the added visual stimulus making him engorge even more.

"Kathryn..." He tried to warn her. Control was a difficult thing when Kathryn did that.

She merely smiled down at him, tossed her tangled hair back over her shoulders, and increased her pace. Her fingers fluttered over her clitoris, and he felt the shivers of her inner muscles that signaled her own climax.

He let go with a roar, rising up off the pillow, pushing inside her as far as he could go, his semen racing along his cock, up inside her.

Kathryn continued to straddle him, bending forward to kiss him softly and sweetly, her lips moving gently over his. Straightening, she traced the place where they joined, pressing his softening cock and idly tangling in their hairs. His seed glistened white on the lips of her sex.

Chakotay ran his hands up her thighs, loving their lean firmness, loving the contrast of her creamy skin against his darker solidness.

"Oh, bravo!" A flash of light, and Q appeared, perched negligently on the end of their bed. "You both did seem to enjoy that. Quite a performance."

Chakotay looked around for something to cover them with. Their loving was a private thing; if the immortal bastard had been watching all the way, then that could stop right now.

"Stopping fretting, Chuckles. I've seen it all before." Q snapped his fingers again, and a voluminous sheet draped over them, shielding them from view. "I've been watching a few couples on this ship for a while. Really, I didn't know so many variations on a theme were possible! Why, only the other day, Flyboy and one of his interchangable girlfriends were doing it in a Jeffries tube. Must have been very uncomfortable, all that cold metal grating sticking in her rear. And do you know what that nice Lieutenant Ayala and sweet little Harry Kim do when they're alone in the holodeck? Really, so many choices, it's a wonder Kathy sticks with just you."

"It's a private thing, Q." Chakotay strove to remain calm. Much as he wanted to wrap his hands around that infuriating neck and wipe that supercilious grin from Q's arrogant face, he knew it was a waste of time. Q didn't consider himself bound by petty human rules, and no one could enforce them upon him.

Kathryn shifted, and his cock disconnected to lie flaccidly on his thigh. She whipped the sheet away from him, wrapped herself in it, and stalked over to Q. Nose to nose with him, she hissed, "Q. I'm asking you to stop this spying. It's embarrassing, it's undignified for you, and it serves no purpose."

"But, Kathy, darling, it does!" Q flicked a glance at Chakotay, eyeing him up like a piece of meat.

He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands. Hell, he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Q continued, "I have an announcement to make, and it might as well be now." He struck a dramatic pose. "I have decided to take a mate!"

"Are we supposed to cheer?" Chakotay asked sarcastically.

"You may not want to." Q turned on his heel and faced him. "For I'm about to do Kathy the very great honor of mating with her."

"Over my dead body!" The words burst hotly from Chakotay.

"If I have to." Q looked momentarily regretful. "But I don't want to upset Kathy. I worship the ground she walks on, my fantasies are born in her unholy eyes, her orange hair inflames my baser instincts--I'm delighted that you're a true redhead, Kathy--my loins harden at the sight of her enticing body..."

"I get the picture, even if I don't have orange hair." Kathryn raised a hand to halt the flow of putrid prose. "But I decline your kind offer, Q. I'm sure there's a suitable mate for you in the continuum."

"It's not an offer, Kathy." Q smiled an innocent smile. "You don't actually have any choice in the matter. I've given it a lot of thought. After watching young Harry and Mike on the holodeck, I did give serious thought to taking Jean Luc Picard - naturally, I can only consider a captain, none of the common rank and file." He flicked contemptuous fingers in Chakotay's direction. "The parent of my child must be of importance. And it's absolutely vital that there be a little Q brat - the very existance of the continuum rests upon my shoulders." He pressed his hand to his forehead in melodramatic style. "Such responsibilty! It's very boring; I don't know how you handle it, Kathy."

"I doubt that Jean Luc could bear you a child," observed Kathryn, "but that's beside the point. And I'd love to hear exactly why you have suddenly developed a paternal urge, but it doesn't change anything. My answer is still no."

"Never underestimate a Q. I'm sure Jean Luc would look quite delightful pregnant. But you will look much cuter. Now, we can proceed." Once again, he turned to Chakotay. "Chuckles, I'm sorry to cut in on you like this, but I rather think you're spent for the time being. You may kiss Kathy goodbye. I'll make one of the plebs onboard fall in love with you, if you want. Who would you like? That sweet little Tal Celes? How about Kes? She's biddable enough. Or maybe you'd prefer Flyboy?"

"This isn't funny." Abruptly Chakotay reached the end of his tether. Uncaring of his nudity, he stood up and gestured to the door. "You will leave. Kathryn and I have to be on duty in a few minutes, and you've ruined our morning, which is probably exactly what you intended."

Q was glancing up and down his body. "Oooh, Chuckles. I never knew you were so well endowed. Is that why Kathy likes you? You're bigger than any of the other men on this puny little vessel. Still, I have one advantage over you." The crotch of Q's Starfleet uniform swelled to massive proportions. "There, that's better. Now, unless you want to watch, you better go." Tapping a finger against his jawline, he added, "of course, you probably want to pick up a few tips. Well, if Kathy doesn't mind, I have no objection."

"Q, will you listen for one minute without interruption?" Kathryn's eyes blazed with impatience. "I'm not for sale. I'm not available. I do not want you, I do not need you, and I certainly do not love you. Chakotay is my partner, and I don't want another. I can't stop you forcing yourself on me, but I can damn well try. And if you're serious about wanting a real mating experience, than force is not the way to do it. Go back to the continuum, and find a nice woman Q, or even a gentleman Q, and go and mate the Q way. Really, human mating is not for you. It's messy... and undignified... and..."

"Time consuming, impractical, sloppy, and smelly," added Chakotay helpfully.

Q wrinkled his nose. "It is rather pungent in here. But you two seemed to be having so much fun! Let me think about it." And he disappeared in a flash of white light.

Kathryn let the sheet slip to the floor, and sat heavily down on the bed. "This I absolutely do not need," she moaned. "A horny Q..."

"I hope we talked him out of it." Chakotay sat next to her, and pulled her against him. "I wonder how long he was watching for?"

"Long enough, obviously. I wonder what he thought? Really thought."

"I don't think I want to know." Chakotay dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm not delighted with the idea of him spying on the crew."

"No. I suppose we'll have to warn them what he's up to. Hopefully we put him off the idea." She pulled a face. "Messy, sticky, sex. So very awkward. When you think about it like that, it's a bizarre thing to do. Who would really want to fit their genitals together?"

Chakotay turned, pushed her back down on the bed, covering her with his body. He loved Kathryn like this, messy and laughing, sticky from his loving, her hair disarranged. So far from the perfect prim captain.

"I would," he said.

***

"I've decided."

Chakotay abruptly came awake to find Q mere inches away, staring at his face. He recoiled back instinctively. Beside him, Kathryn was stirring.

"Oh, don't bother reacting with virgin modesty, Chuckles." Q clucked in annoyance. "I don't fancy you. Besides, you're not a captain anymore. Way too infra dig for me to consider."

"Decided what?" Kathryn sat up next to him, pulling the sheet over her breasts and pushing the hair out of her face.

"Decided about this mating thing." Q wiped his hands fastidiously on his pants. "It does seem a little... earthy for a Q. In the continuum, things are so much neater."

"So go back to the continuum," Chakotay growled, and lay back down. Determinedly, he turned towards the warm dent in the pillow Kathryn had left and closed his eyes.

"I've decided I need to study the issue a bit more before partaking myself," Q ignored him. "So I thought I'd pick your brains. Well, Kathy's brain. I'm not convinced that Chuckles possesses such an organ. First thing I want to know is this: Flyboy and his girlfriends are much more vocal in their mating than you are. How come?"

"Q..."

Anyone on the ship, from Tuvok down would have quailed if they'd heard that tone of voice from their captain, thought Chakotay in amusement.

"Would you prefer to answer my questions one by one, or would you like to prepare written answers to the whole list?" asked Q brightly, seemingly impervious to the famous death-glare.

Kathryn left the bed and, uncaring of her nudity, stalked over to him. With her hands on her hips, she was as imposing out of her uniform as in it.

"Q. Just go away. Now," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Please." Obviously an afterthought.

Q reached out a finger and ran it down her breast, over her nipple. "So soft," he said in wonderment. "I can see the appeal in these things."

Kathryn batted his hand away viciously. "Leave. Me. Alone."

The initial outrage Chakotay felt at Q's manhandling of her faded to amusement. He didn't need to defend Kathryn; she was more than capable of taking care of herself. Maybe Q would simply vanish back to wherever he had come from, so that they could go back to sleep. He wanted to push his face into Kathryn's neck, feel her fingers, soft and slack, curled on his chest, her breasts touching him with each deep breath of sleep. Any ideas he'd had of lovemaking had flown out of the viewport. In wry amusement, he thought that with Q around, it was no wonder that Naomi Wildman was the only child born on Voyager.

Q stepped back a pace with the force of Kathryn's backhand. "Ooh, Kathy. Quite the feisty one, aren't you? I understand that's a good thing in a woman. A bit of passion."

Kathryn stared a moment longer, than burst out laughing. "I don't believe this," she muttered. "Fine. Do what you want, Q, but I'm going to sleep. With Chakotay," she added pointedly. Crossing the room, she climbed in next to Chakotay, curling onto her side and wrapping a thigh over his.

"Maybe if we ignore him, he'll go away," she muttered in his ear.

Chakotay agreed. Closing his eyes, he pretended to sleep.

***

Over the next few days, Chakotay managed to forget about Q. His life resumed its normal rhythm, and the nights returned to their normal loving. He didn't try to keep them covered by a sheet when they made love, it was too confining, and if Q wanted to play pervert and watch, well, so be it. It wasn't like they could stop him anyway.

Over dinner one night, Kathryn seemed amused. She plied him with a couple of glasses of wine, more than he normally drank on a duty night.

"I had a visitor earlier," she began. "It was Q."

Chakotay lifted an eyebrow. "What did he want this time? I hope the obsession with mating behavior is over."

"Not yet, but I hope it will be," replied Kathryn. "I was in my bath, and he materialized, fully dressed, at the other end of the tub. He wanted to strike a bargain."

"Should I be worried?" Chakotay didn't resist when she topped up his glass. He had a feeling he might need it before the night was out.

In response, Kathryn ran a caressing hand along his inner thigh. "He's agreed to stop spying on the crew, and he's agreed that copulation isn't his thing. Apparently, there are ways for Qs to procreate that aren't as messy and he's going to talk to a certain lady Q about the possibility of producing a child."

"Sounds good so far. Whast's the catch?"

"Well, he's still unduly fascinated by the way we humans do it - he says he hasn't had as much fun since he put Jean Luc on trial for humanity's crimes. So I had to agree to his bargain to get him to stop spying. Basically, he wants to watch us for one evening."

"Making love?"

"Yes." Kathryn's fingers walked further up his thigh. "The deal is very carefully worded. No touching, no interfering, definitely no participating, and no talking. We can't stop him spying if he wants to, but he wants to openly view. All he will do while we're actually making love, is look. However, it's contingent on your agreement."

Chakotay considered. His initial reaction was to refuse, but there again, it seemed Kathryn was in agreement, judging by the way her hand was caressing his inner thigh. The idea was oddly stimulating... having someone watch.

"Think of it as performance art," Kathryn whispered in his ear. "We can give him a good show." Her eyes glittered in hotly welcoming arousal.

Underneath her fingers, his cock twitched in agreement. He had never been shy, never been prudish about sex. It was a natural thing. Really, this wasn't so different from being a teenager on Dorvan. He remembered how he and his first girlfriend used to make love in the outdoors, only a thin screen of bushes separating them from their friends. It was accepted there, sex was open, unhidden.

In answer he stood and pulled Kathryn up into his embrace. "Q," he called. "We accept."

Q flashed into existence, sitting on the couch. "Goodie!" he exclaimed.

"No touching, no distractions," Kathryn reminded him. "Just observe and keep your mouth shut."

"Are you sure?" Q pouted. "What if I have questions?"

"We'll answer them later. Now promise."

"Cross my heart and hope to die," sighed Q theatrically. "Rather a silly promise for an immortal, isn't it?"

"It will do." Taking Kathryn's hand, Chakotay led her into the bedroom.

Q trailed behind, and settled himself on the foot of the bed.

"Too close." Kathryn pointed to the easy chair by the window. "You can sit there."

"I won't be able to see properly," complained Q, but he settled himself in the chair.

Chakotay turned to Kathryn. "I guess we start."

Her warm, wide smile turned his heart over in his chest. "I guess we do," she said.

"I should hope so," muttered Q. "I'm paying for this, in a manner of speaking."

Kathryn moved into Chakotay's arms and raised her mouth for his kiss. He gathered her to him, exploring the moist corners of her mouth, letting his tongue slip slowly in and out. Pressing his hips into her belly, he let himself engorge, slowly building up to full hardness. Simply the knowledge that he would soon be making love to Kathryn could do this every time. Deepening the kiss, he wrapped his arms firmly around her. Q wanted a performance - well, he would get one.

The kiss built sweetly into the flame of desire. Chakotay took his time, exploring every corner of her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, sweeping his tongue around her palate before withdrawing. He pressed a kiss to each eyelid, before letting his hands drift down over her shoulders to the fastening of her tunic.

"About time too," grumbled Q from his corner. "All that kissy-face stuff is rather dull. It's obviously not a popular spectator sport."

Chakotay ignored him, focusing on Kathryn's face. As he slipped the buttons, her eyes drifted shut. A shuddering sigh slipped from her, as he cupped her breasts through her bra, rubbing his thumbs slowly over her nipples. Bending, he pressed his mouth to the pebbled lace, letting the moistness of his breath seep through to her skin. He sucked until her nibbles hardened further, pushing the lace out.

Tangling her hands in his hair, Kathryn guided him over to her other nipple. He lavished equal attention on it, then straightened to kiss her lips again. And stiffened in surprise as her fingers purposefully cupped him, massaging his erection through his trousers.

"A performance, Kathryn. Remember?" he murmured into her mouth, even as he swelled underneath her sure touch.

Her eyes widened in mock surprise. "Since when have you only managed once?" Sure fingers undid his pants, freeing his cock, and strumming a pattern along the shaft.

"Slow down, love," he managed. His lips slipped down the side of her neck, and he pushed her tunic off her shoulders, smoothing down her upper arms, tracing the veins, dancing from freckle to freckle.

Kathryn sighed, a deep and shuddering sigh as his lips caressed her neck. Her thumb moved gently over his sensitive tip, spreading leaking moisture, even as her fingers purposefully encircled him.

"I want you inside me, Chakotay," she whispered. "I want to feel you stretching me, I want you to pound me as hard as you can until I come."

"Oooh, dirty talk!" Q's voice issued from his corner. "Kathy, I thought you were too prim and proper for that."

Kathryn smiled, shuddering slightly as Chakotay's fingers trailed down the front of her breasts, unsnapping her bra. "I'll give you some real dirty talk, Q - shut up, or fuck off. The deal was no talking. Oh..." Her breath hitched as Chakotay circled her nipple, slowly, leisurely.

"Well, really. There's no need to be so rude," Q huffed. "I'll be quiet."

Chakotay undid her pants and let his fingers drift across her curved belly. He loved the womanly swell of her stomach, the small hollows by each hip bone. Quickly shedding his remaining clothes, he eased the pants off Kathryn's hips, so that they pooled at her feet. He pushed her panties down, slipping them down her legs, so that she stood gloriously naked in front of him.

Her breathing was swift, and the sex flush spreading over her breasts told him exactly how aroused she was. Only a few strokes of his tongue or a gentle rub of his fingers and she would explode into orgasm. He ran his fingers down her belly once more, this time dropping lower to tangle in the dark red hair that covered her sex. One thick finger curled around, pushing into her. The answering spasm around his finger made him harden even further. If Kathryn wanted it fast and hard, then who was he to deny her? Especially when his cock was rigid, aching with the need to bury himself inside her, where he belonged. Q could see slow and meandering lovemaking afterwards. The second time.

Swiftly, he guided Kathryn down onto the bed, smiling as she parted her thighs in anticipation. He caught a swift glimpse of her swollen cleft, engorged and slick, before she drew him down. His cock bumped once on her folds, before she reached down, centered and guided him and then he was inside, encased in the slickness, the clasping heat, the glorious completion that he felt every time when they made love.

"That wasn't much foreplay." Dimly, he heard Q's petulant tones. "You barely managed three of the items on my list."

Kathryn arched up to meet his homing thrust. "Ignore him," she whispered. "He'll get his performance, but I want mine first."

"The missionary position. How boring." Q yawned in the corner. "Can't you do something a little different? I've seen this from just about every couple on the ship. Even from Harry and Mike, which looked a bit uncomfortable, given the angle of..."

"SHUT UP, Q!" Abruptly, Kathryn roared over Chakotay's shoulder. "I'm going to come, and I don't want your voice in my ears when I do." Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, screwing them up as she always did when she was close.

Chakotay started to move, hard, deep thrusts, increasing the pace as her hips moved in tandem, spurring him on. He loved this, loved the unrestrained fierce fucking when they were both aroused to the point of desperation. He was a big man, but when aroused Kathryn was his match. Already, he felt the internal flutters, her precursor of orgasm. The rippling around his cock was having a predictable effect. Raising up on his elbows, he roared his pleasure, his movements hard and deep as he emptied himself inside her. Kathryn's orgasm shuddered around him, milking his cock with a determined clasp.

Undulating gently underneath for a few moments, Kathryn smiled into his face, tracing his cheekbones. His cock was still clasped in her depths, softening slowly, but Chakotay wasn't going to leave it at that. Dimly, he heard Q grumbling in the background, but he ignored him. For long moments, he kissed Kathryn deeply, letting his tongue entwine with hers, loving the soft sounds she made.

The kiss was a smiling, tender one, not the fierce ones of their earlier passion, more the gentle expression of love, the sliding dance that signified caring. But when he finally softened enough to slide out of her, Chakotay reared up on his knees. Pushing back at her legs until she raised them, he tilted her hips until her sex was exposed, the swollen cleft slick with his semen.

Kathryn slowly clenched the bedclothes in her fists. She must realize his intention; she knew he loved the taste of the two of them, the duality of his sexuality allowing him to savor the taste of his own semen. And Kathryn loved him to taste. Settling himself on his stomach between her parted thighs, he bent his head. A gentle lap, a broad flat stroke with his tongue, rasping her clitoris, and she shuddered, her hips bucking involuntarily. He placed his hands on her hips, to still her.

"That doesn't look very hygienic," Q said from behind him. "Are you sure you're doing it right?"

Chakotay ignored him, concentrating on teasing the hood with his tongue, so that Kathryn hissed her pleasure between clenched teeth. Gentling his strokes, he lapped around, before stiffening his tongue to jab inside her. He was rewarded by a rush of salty fluid, his and hers.

"Yuck." Q had left his chair, and Chakotay could see him, standing beside the bed, just inside his peripheral vision.

There wasn't time to order him away; the movements of Kathryn's hips, the rhythmic clench and unclench of her fists in the bedclothes and her hoarse, jagged breathing told him not to stop now. He picked up his pace, flickering fast, until his tongue ached as she exploded into orgasm, but it was worth it. Always worth it to see her come, feel her fly apart under his fingers or his mouth. He soothed her down, gentling her through the aftershocks, lapping softly over her sensitized nerve endings. The female moisture coated his tongue, thick, salty, delicious, overlaid with his own strong taste.

Abruptly he recoiled back. Q's quizzical face appeared over Kathryn's belly. Q was crouching by the side of the bed, his hands on Kathryn's thighs, his chin almost resting in her curls.

"I don't suppose you'd let me..." Q began, a hopeful, hesitant look on his face.

"No." Kathryn reared up abruptly, glaring at the immortal. "Absolutely not. Remember the deal? You've broken it already-- really, you've forfeited your right to watch any more, but you do that and you're definitely out on your ear." She pushed hard at Q until he moved away.

Chakotay kissed her sex a final time, and swirled his fingers in their juices. Rising onto his knees he offered his fingers to Q. "Taste," he invited.

Q swiped at his fingers with his tongue, and recoiled. The expression on his face was worse than Harry's when he gagged over a plate of Leola root. "That is disgusting," he announced.

"Thanks," Kathryn said dryly. "At least you're saved from having to sample it in the same unhygienic manner as poor Chakotay. Now get back to your corner."

"But I have questions..." began Q.

"At the end. As we agreed," replied Chakotay shortly. All this curiosity was having an adverse effect on his libido. His cock, which had been stirring as he went down on Kathryn, was now back to half-mast.

"You mean you're not finished? Goodie!" At that, Q returned to the chair without further protest.

Kathryn looked at Chakotay, and smiled. "Your turn, I think, love."

Pushing him back on the bed, she kissed him briefly, her mouth moving stickily on his, then started to slide down his body.

He closed his eyes at the gentle brush of her breasts against his skin, gasping when she suckled his nipples in turn, a gliding wet sensation that ran in fiery tendrils down nerves to his groin. Kathryn bit gently on one nipple, her mouth curving into his skin when he jerked and stiffened. She trailed her lips wetly down his chest, along his abdomen, and stopped, her mouth just above the wiry hair on his groin. His cock, once again at full hardness, bobbed gently on his belly. Tangling his hands in her hair, he tried to direct her to where he wanted her.

She raised her head and smiled at him. "Is there something in particular you want, love?" she inquired saucily. "You know you only have to ask."

His cock ached and the anticipation of being enclosed, suckled in her warm, moist mouth made him desperate. "Please, Kathryn," he groaned, trying to tug her head back down to his penis.

She encircled his twitching cock with slim fingers. "Just ask, Chakotay."

But the words wouldn't form themselves in the swirling sexual haze in his mind.

Kathryn waited, rubbing absently up his length.

"For goodness sake," Q said testily from his corner. "If Chuckles has been rendered mute by your skills, I'll ask on his behalf. Just suck his dicky-thing, Kathy, and put us all out of his misery."

"Is that what you want, Chakotay?"

"Yes," he groaned helplessly. "Please..."

The first touch of her tongue on his glans had him bucking up, desperate for more. Rolling back his foreskin, Kathryn took the hint, enclosing him in her mouth, working him skillfully with her tongue and gentle scrapes of her teeth. The stimulation was unbearable. And when she added suction, he knew he wouldn't last.

Kathryn must have seen the rigidity of his legs, felt the undulating of his hips and tasted his salty pre-ejaculate. She withdrew, and pressed carefully on the point that muted his response, tickling him with her hair until the urgency eased. Then she once again bent to suck him.

She took him to the brink of orgasm three times, before raising her head. "How do you want to come?"

He hesitated only a second, before replying, "Inside you. Deep inside you."

"Make sure I can see all the details this time," Q called imperiously. "That missionary position is no good for watchers."

"How..?" Kathryn raised an eyebrow in question to Chakotay.

"Like this." Raising up, he coaxed Kathryn onto her hands and knees. "A performance, remember?"

Grasping her hips, he positioned himself and slid home in one smooth stroke. He caressed her buttocks, delighting in their round smoothness. Really, he thought, this view was one he would never tire of. Kathryn's creamy back, the dimple at the base of her spine, and that delightfully curved bottom. And of course the sight of his cock, plunging in and out.

A few shallow strokes, then he once again thrust in deeply, hearing Kathryn's squeak of enjoyment. This was heaven, he thought. This was pure enjoyment, this was...

"A pain in the ass," muttered Q. "I can't see a thing from back here. Can you turn around or something?"

There was no easy way they could move, without destroying the rhythm. "Come closer then," growled Chakotay. "But no touching."

Q's face appeared, inches above Kathryn's swaying bottom. "Oooh, that's better," he said happily. "I can see it going in and out." He reached out a finger, as if to touch Chakotay's penis.

"I said, no touching!" Chakotay snapped. But his orgasm was rising so fast that if Q wanted to join in, he couldn't stop him. Kathryn was hot, so wet, so gloriously slick, and all for him. And this time, there was no holding back, he couldn't stop the orgasm that tightened his testicles up against his body into hard, tight little nuts.

"Look at the elevation control!" sang Q, his gaze on Chakotay's scrotum. "Not much staying power, have you, Chuckles?"

He shut out the insistent voice and closed his eyes, letting the sensations overwhelm him. Kathryn wouldn't come this time, not in this position, not without some extra stimulation but she didn't seem to mind; she was urging him on in throaty little gasps, rhythmically clenching around him, so that he came in a gush of fluid, adding to the slickness of her sex.

For long moments, the only sound in the room was his hoarse panting. Kathryn held still, allowing him to soften inside her, as she knew he liked. Chakotay relaxed, letting his pulse slow, and his love for Kathryn swelled to fill his heart. How lucky he was. How much he loved her.

"Now that you've finally finished," said Q brightly. "I have a list of questions I'd like you to answer..."

(((FIN)))