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Ending 3: Having It All- Chakotay AND Tom
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Kathryn paced in her quarters, her thoughts racing around in chaotic disarray. She wasn't really sure how she had got into this mess in the first place and she wasn't sure how to get out of it. Chakotay's ultimatum weighed heavily in her thoughts. And Tom. She hadn't meant to lead him on, even now, she found it hard to believe that the surreal almost-kiss earlier had happened. She would think about Tom later. Right now, Chakotay occupied her thoughts.
She knew that he thought she was considering taking Tom for a lover, but in reality, that had been only a fleeting thought. Tom was just something that had... happened, and now that same happening was forcing her hand with Chakotay.
She knew she could just return to the original status quo, but after Chakotay's fierce feral kiss she wasn't sure if she wanted to. Now they had got to this point, the decision to go back was as difficult as the one to move forward. The events of the past day, the closeness, the warmth and the exaltation of the branding kiss had brought home to her how much she had missed it all. She loved Chakotay, he loved her. What was so difficult about that?
Once she reached a decision, she hesitated. It was nearly midnight. But she doubted she would sleep. She tapped her comm badge. "Janeway to Chakotay."
There was a pause, and then Chakotay's voice answered her, sounding a little cool. "Yes, Captain?"
"Can you come to my quarters please?"
There was a slight pause over the comm, then Chakotay, sounding a bit reluctant. "Can it wait until morning?"
"I don't think so."
"I'll be right over."
The chime rang a moment later, and she let him in. He had obviously been preparing for bed, and was wearing a T-shirt with loose pair of sweatpants and bare feet.
"What is it, Kathryn?" He advanced into the room a few paces, but didn't make any moves to sit down.
She walked over to stand in front of him, close enough to feel his breath. "I want you to touch me."
He smiled sardonically. "I thought you would have had all the comparisons you needed earlier."
"This isn't about comparisons." She gazed up at him, hands rigid by her sides, willing him to relinquish his self-control and touch her, kiss her, take her. If she had to explain herself she wasn't sure she could do it right now. It would be so much easier to tell him later, when they were lovers.
"Then what is it about?" She could see he was affected by her nearness from the muscle twitching in his set jaw and his hooded eyes.
"Us. A new relationship between us. Making love."
He was still holding himself in check. "For how long? If I touch you now, I won't stop until you're underneath me, until I'm inside you, until you belong to me. And once that happens, I'm not going to relinquish my claim in this life time." He stepped closer. "The crew will know. Starfleet will know. We will share quarters. Paris will know. Is that what you want, Kathryn? I won't let you change your mind tomorrow morning."
"That's what I want. All of that."
His hand came out and hovered momentarily in the air between them. She concentrated on the mechanics of breathing; in, out, in out. The air sat in her lungs like syrup.
"Say it, Kathryn. I won't settle for less."
"I love you." She knew exactly what he needed to hear.
He touched her and the world stopped. The ship stopped dead in space. The warp core breached. He touched her and her heart sang in wild, sweet exaltation of the moment. He did more than touch her. He lifted her off her feet and pushed her back against the bulkhead. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pressed his full body into her, pushing against her firmly. She could feel his insistent arousal against her belly as his head came down and he took her mouth.
He kissed her fiercely in possession. She understood his urgency and let him take what he would, plundering her mouth with a need that went far beyond the physical. His tongue swept around her mouth even as his hands were burrowing underneath the loose tunic, stroking over the soft skin of her ribs to capture a breast, rubbing a thumb over the nipple.
Her hands were doing their own explorations, smoothing over his face and neck, pushing into his hair, touching his eyes, cheeks, brow and jaw delighting in the feel of the warm smooth skin under her hands.
The drowning passion of the earlier punishing kiss was there, as was Chakotay's desperation and need for completion. His hands went to the neck of her tunic and he slipped the buttons all the way down and pulled it away from her. His face dropped to the crook of neck and shoulder and he tasted her skin, murmuring her name like a litany over and over. His hands were working the fastening of her pants.
He was going so fast. This wasn't the reverent lovemaking of her dreams; this was a man possessed. But it was hot, and it was beautiful and she was going to die if she didn't take him into her body soon.
Their clothes were torn away, left in puddled piles on the carpet. He pressed his full length against her, rubbing his skin on hers. Her hand reached between them and she grasped his stiff shaft, running a hand over the length of him.
His hands were all over her, squeezing breast, reaching between her legs, slipping through the moisture there. He tried to position her to enter her, lifting a leg and draping it over his hip. She held his hips and he lifted her, and pushed her hard against the bulkhead. Bending his knees slightly he placed himself at her opening and with one hard thrust she felt him slide in, deep, hard, sure. She felt tight around him, it had been so long since she'd had sex and she tried to relax against him. But god, this felt so right.
"Too fast?" He panted in her face, his hands imprinting themselves on her hips as she clenched and relaxed around him.
"No." Her eyes had drifted shut the better to savor the feeling of him, inside her, deep inside her. One hand curled around the back of his neck and she brought his face down to hers, kissing him, breathing into his mouth.
"Good. Because I can't stop, Kathryn, not now." He began to move, pounding inside her, filling her, stretching her.
She came with a shriek, howling as the unexpected orgasm shook her, her body shaking as much from the force of his primal rhythm as from the climax. As the haze of release gave way to lucidity, she realized that he was close, his thrusts short and urgent as he drove himself higher to fall forward, pinning her to the wall with his body, as he shuddered his way through his own climax. She felt the pulse of his seed inside her, the glorious feeling of joining, of fullness.
For a few moments they were silent, bodies close and slick with sweat, sticky with passion. He slipped out of her as he moved away, putting some space between them. He framed her face with his hands.
"Kathryn?" She recognized the word as a plea for reassurance and kissed him gently, nuzzling his chest, stroking down his sides. "I love you." His chest muffled the words. "Come to bed."
He moved away, but took her hand and studied her for a moment. She felt self conscious at what he must be seeing, mussed hair, kiss swollen lips, the flush of orgasm still fading from her breasts and his semen sticky on her thighs.
He smiled. "You have never looked so beautiful. I love you."
Linking his hand firmly with hers, he led her to her bed and the need and the passion started to spiral again.
This time was slow and sensual. Chakotay seemed to want to taste every inch of her skin, lapping her sweat and passion as he moved his mouth over her breast, stroked gently with seeking fingers over her waist, curling down over her hip. She wound her hands in his hair, holding his head as he moved on her breast, down over her belly. She could feel his penis asserting itself again, pressing against her thigh. He stroked his way down her body, parting her thighs with gentle hands to slip between.
His mouth moved lower, to drop down to taste her sex. She was conscious that she was messy with their combined fluids, her pubic hair matted and damp and tried to stop him, but he silenced her.
"No. This is us together. This is beautiful."
He licked her slowly, running a gentle tongue over her with sensual determination, until she convulsed quietly underneath him, her fingernails digging into his ear as she clutched him.
He moved up again to kiss her and she took the opportunity to learn his body. She pressed him back onto his back and started her own journey, mapping his body with fingers and tongue, dragging her hair over his smooth chest, as she tasted him.
She buried her nose in his groin, feeling the wiry hairs pricking her chin, smelling the musk from their earlier coupling in the hairs. She pressed her lips to him, and like he had earlier, savored the taste of the two of them together.
She sucked him lazily, moving her mouth over the head, until the undulations of his hips and the tug of his hands in her hair convinced her to stop.
Shuffling forward on her knees, she positioned herself over him, then sank down, burying him in her body. He jerked at the feeling and thrust up, watching her through hooded eyes as she rose and fell on top of him. Using a careful finger, he stroked her until she peaked again, then rising he tumbled her down into the bed, increasing the pace until she was shrieking with pleasure, clutching him tightly with her legs as he matched her fevered movements, pushing himself into her over and over until with a final thrust he lost himself deep within her.
She woke in his arms, her face burrowed into his chest, mingled scents of sex and male sweat in her nose. She raised her head and found him looking at her, love and happiness in his eyes. She kissed him, he pulled her back down to him and the need and desire started to spiral away with both of them once again.
Later again, she sat up. "Chakotay, about Tom."
His relaxed sprawl on the bed tensed infinitesimally. "What about him?"
"I want to still be there for him. He's taking the break up with B'Elanna very hard. He needs a friend."
"I don't think he wanted to be just your friend." Chakotay's voice was hard.
"Yes, he does. It just got complicated with both of us being lonely, we were just there for each other when we acknowledged that we needed someone. But I would like to still be his friend. Talk to him. Maybe the three of us can be friends."
He studied her, assessing her words. She hoped that he could see the truth of what she said.
"Invite him to dinner with us tonight, in the mess hall," he said at last. "But we make it clear that we are together. If he tries to pull anything with you then that's the end of dinner."
She kissed him. "It will be all right."
The three of them met in the mess hall and sat together in one of the booths at the back of the room. Tom was subdued, studying Chakotay's possessive stance, seeing the closeness between them and the unconscious intimacy that screamed 'lovers'. He knew he had lost again, but a small unselfish part of him was glad. These two had something unique, something that made even his cynical side believe once again in love.
They ate their dinner, making careful conversation. Tom watched her, the lights in the mess hall reflecting off the rich red of her hair. The unconscious lean of her body towards her lover, the catch of their eyes when Chakotay brushed her hand. He sighed. He had wanted her with a tender yearning he couldn't explain, a desire that went deeper than the cocky explanation he had fed to Chakotay. But if he couldn't have her, if he would never know what she was like to lie with, then he was glad she had someone, and he was glad it was the big man.
Chakotay rose and took their trays over to the recycler. Tom say him delay a moment, speaking a word to Neelix.
"Kathryn.."
"Tom..." She spoke at the same moment.
She smiled that half smile of hers. "You first."
"I wanted to say I'm pleased for you. You and him."
"It's that obvious is it?"
"Yes, 'fraid so."
"Thank you." She touched his hand lightly. "Tom, I wanted to apologize to you. I don't really know what happened, the other night. I think maybe we were both lonely. Put two lonely people together in a dimly lit room with a bottle of wine and well..."
"It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for. It was me as well."
"Tom, there's someone on this ship for you. I'm sure there is."
"I'm sure you're right." Tom watched Chakotay walk back to the table. "Chakotay..." Tom was hesitant. "I just want to tell you that I'm happy for you both. And I hope you hold no hard feelings. You're the right man for her."
Chakotay studied him for a moment, then smiled and held out his hand. "Thanks, Tom. No hard feelings."
"Look after her."
"I will." Chakotay took Kathryn's hand and threaded his fingers through hers. Tom watched them study each other with tender expressions on their faces. Kathryn touched her lover's cheek and an unspoken message passed between them.
"We better go." Chakotay stood, taking Kathryn with him.
Tom watched them leave together, going back to her quarters to make love. He would have bet anything on that.
He exhaled slowly. Kathryn was right. There was someone on this ship for him. He had just watched her leave with the man she loved.
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There is now a third ending written by Sheri!
Ending 3: Having It All- Chakotay AND Tom
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