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Ending 3: Having It All- Chakotay AND Tom
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She kept her distance from both Chakotay and Tom over the next couple of days. She needed the space to think, without seeing Chakotay's accusing eyes and Tom's knowing ones. She wanted to ignore the situation and return to the status quo; Chakotay her stalwart friend, the man she loved and couldn't have, and Tom her quirky pilot, who teased her but kept his friendship light.
She couldn't help but dwell on Chakotay's kiss. It had been so full of love and possession that it had scared her. And whilst it had been something soul shaking it was not something she could afford to repeat. Not if she wanted to get the ship home. Taking Chakotay as a lover in the Delta Quadrant was out of the question. She had hoped that maybe in the Alpha Quadrant things could be different, that there she and he could subsume each other, creating the incandescent sort of love that they had been on the verge of lighting with that kiss. But the Alpha Quadrant was still forty thousand light years away, and neither of them could realistically be expected to wait. No, she had to let Chakotay go. It would hurt both of them, she knew, but there was nothing else to do.
She couldn't bring herself to tell him, so she let her silence speak for her, and gradually the distance between them grew.
He had said he would wait for her if she didn't take another lover, but his hurt and sadness that she wouldn't accept him was palpable and it was easier to stay out of his way.
She was not alone. Imperceptibly, Tom started to fill the gap that Chakotay had left. He would appear at her table in the messhall, invite her to play pool, bring her coffee at odd moments during a duty shift. She knew he had an agenda; the invitation was still in his eyes and she knew now that he desired her, but she couldn't bring herself to irrevocably shatter the final barrier.
One night the chime on her quarters sounded. She called for entry from the couch and Tom walked into the room. He was once again carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. He set them down on the coffee table and hovered, uncharacteristically hesitant. "Aren't you going to ask me to leave?"
"No," she said. "What's the point. Besides a glass of wine sounds good."
Tom uncorked the bottle and poured a couple of glasses and handed one to her. "Care to make a toast?"
"To the next pool game," said Kathryn. "May I beat you as soundly then as I have done for the last twenty-three."
They toasted each other and drank. The wine was aged and rich and was mellow in the mouth.
"My turn," said Tom. "A toast to the next pool game. May I finally beat you as soundly as you deserve."
"I don't think I can drink to that," but she clinked glasses with him anyway.
The conversation was light-hearted and friendly; touching on many subjects, all shot through with Tom's offbeat sense of humor and fun. But this time, she sensed a purpose in him. He touched her hand too often, sat too close to her on the couch. And skillfully, he was turning the conversation from frivolous to serious.
Inevitably he asked her. "Kathryn, he kissed you didn't he?"
She didn't need to ask him whom he was talking about. "Yes."
"I know he did. And I thought that I'd lost you then. Because once *he* kissed you, I didn't think you would be able to turn him down."
She looked down at her hand, clenched on the wineglass and didn't answer him.
"But you did turn him down. You loved each other and you rejected him."
Through the piercing pain of opportunities lost, Kathryn noticed Tom's deliberate use of the past tense.
"I'm not Chakotay, Kathryn. I care for you, but I don't love you like Chakotay did. But I do want you, very, very much."
He had moved closer as he spoke and then he took the glass from her fingers and set it down on the coffee table.
His head moved closer to her, one hand rising to rub the back of her neck. "And I think you want me."
She looked into the blue eyes. They were no longer laughing, but they were a long way from serious, and they were warm, and hot as they swept over her face. She felt the beginnings of arousal in the pit of her stomach, and her nipples tighten.
She reached out a hand and pulled his head down to hers.
He didn't waste time. His lips parted hers and his tongue dueled lazily with hers. His hand traveled slowly down the front of her uniform, fingering each of the Captain's pips before moving down to cup and stroke a breast.
"B cup," he said.
"What?" She whimpered as his mouth followed his fingers down her neck.
"Your bra size. B cup."
"How many replicator rations are you going to win for that one?"
"None. I just want to know if I'm right. I better take a closer look." He pulled open the fastenings on her uniform and pulled up the tank and put his mouth to her breast over the cotton bra.
"More than a mouthful." He raised his mouth off her and cupped her breast in his hand. "A good handful. Definitely B cup."
He was stripping the uniform off her with practiced skill.
"How many members of my crew have you undressed?" She asked the question rhetorically as he pushed the jumpsuit down over her hips.
"Less than you probably think," he answered, "and never a Captain."
"Does this mean you put four notches on your bedpost instead of only one?" Her hands were undressing him carefully, pulling apart the front of his uniform to stroke over the hard chest inside. It was lightly sprinkled with blond hairs, soft under her hand. Absently she thought that Chakotay's chest was smooth and the thought brought her a momentary hesitation.
"I'll put four notches on my bedpost when we've done it four times." Tom's mouth vibrated over her breast as he reached behind her to unhook her bra. "Which will probably be before morning."
His words sent an arrow of current shafting between her legs and any last minute doubts disappeared. She wanted him, needed to feel him between her legs, thrusting up inside her with youthful vigor. She tugged at his uniform top until he removed it. Her bra fell to the floor and he pushed her back on the couch, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth, running a heated wet tongue over the puckered surface. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth, as she ran her hands over the smooth skin of his back and down to the waist of his pants. She pushed them down and curved a hand over his buttock. His mouth was moving on her other breast, and his hand was twirling a nipple, squeezing it lightly. His mouth started to travel down her body, dragging over her ribs to rim her navel, flickering his tongue lightly inside. He pulled on her uniform pants, dragging them lower over her hips.
She lifted up slightly and he dragged them and her panties down in one movement, pushing them down to her knees. His tongue continued its meandering journey, spreading kisses over her jutting hipbone, down over her flat, quivering belly, rigid with desire and on, seeking lower. He tried to part her legs, but the material bunched around her knees hampered her. She sat up and quickly pulled off boots, socks and the thick uniform pants. Tom watched grinning, which changed as she advanced purposefully on him and straddled him as he sat on the couch.
Kathryn kissed him with a ferocity born of deep need, feeling his soft, thin lips against her mouth, and the wiry hair on his chest tickling her breasts. She moved her hands down to his waist and pushed his pants down as far as she could, letting his long, slender erection spring free. She palmed him between her hands, feeling the silken smooth skin over hard steel. She wanted to taste him, but she was selfish and wanted the coil sprung tension deep within her released first.
"What do you want?" He groaned as she ran cool fingers over his length.
"I want to come. Eat me." She gave the order with command intensity.
Tom grinned and pushed her off him, back on the couch. He dropped to the floor between her parted thighs and pushed two fingers into her, sliding easily in her abundant moisture. He pistoned them in and out, watching her face contort as she writhed and twisted, flying upwards towards her peak.
"Lick me," she groaned the words through the haze of passion, trying to concentrate on his grinning face.
"Say please like a good girl." He taunted her, even as his thumb joined his fingers between her legs, rubbing over her aching nerve center in a steady rhythm.
"It's an order." Her eyelids could hardly stay open; she fought to hold off her impending implosion, determined to gain the upper hand.
The two fingers inside her insidiously twisted around and pressed up, on her upper wall, massaging her G spot. His thumb still rubbed slow circles over her clitoris.
"I don't take orders now... Kathryn." He almost leered as he said her name. "Say pretty please."
Her legs were jerking with the agony of holding back her climax. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, and she wanted his mouth on her. She would get her revenge later. "Please, Tom.... Please."
He bent and placed his open mouth over her sex, sucking hard, then licking her in a steady rhythm, flickering his tongue over her aching nerve center.
She came with a howl, jerking up off the couch, gripping his head between her legs hard, as if she could crush him like an orange. The climax rolled over her like a tidal wave, on and on until she was spent, lying back on the couch, gasping.
"Like that did you?" Tom was still between her legs, but up on his knees, his slender erection pointing out in front of him like a banner.
She nodded, too spent to form words, the aftershocks of orgasm fading from her body.
"Good." He said, and thrust into her hard with one sure thrust, deep, all the way so that his cock rubbed the neck of her womb. She reared up at the shock of it, and looked down over her body at their joined sexes. Tom pulled back, his penis sliding nearly all the way out of her, slick and shining with her juices then plunged back in, all the way again. He started to move fast and hard, pounding into her as she lay back on the couch and the thrusting shaft pushed her into a second climax. She came hard, clenching around him, and then watched as he leaned back, grasping her hips with urgent fingers and his fast pace picked up even more so that her whole body was shuddering with every thrust.
He started gasping her name with each thrust, "Kath... ryn..."
"Captain," she said.
"Cap... tain." His hips jerked and she felt him flood her with his semen, pushing hard, penis twitching inside her.
He fell forward on top of her, burying his face in her breasts. His penis softened and slipped out of her, followed by a gush of their fluids. He raised his head from her and grinned. "That's once."
He pushed away from her and stood up. "Do I get to do it in the Captain's bed next?"
She stood too. "Yes," she said. "But you're not staying the night."
"Then we better get a move on if we're to make four notches."
She led him into her bedroom and pushed him down on the big bed. Straddling him, her damp bottom on his thighs, she bent her head and sucked his limp penis into her mouth. He tasted musky and sour, she could taste herself too, strong and salty. She sucked him slowly, one hand rubbing insidiously between his legs, pressing the hard ridge underneath his scrotum. He started to rise in her mouth, and she sucked harder, running her mouth up and down his shaft as his hands came down to tangle in her hair, holding her in place.
When he was hard, she raised her head off him, and shuffled forward, so that she was poised above him. His eyes were hot as she lowered herself, so that just the tip of him penetrated. He jerked his hips up, trying to embed himself in her, but she resisted, rising up again and, grasping his penis, moved it back and forward through her folds.
He gasped and his hands clutched the bedclothes convulsively. "Kathryn.... Captain...." he choked.
"Say please," she smiled gleefully.
Tom closed his eyes, probably so he couldn't see her above him, she thought. His hips rocked, but he was silent.
She let the tip of him slide into her again.
"I don't think I heard you, Tom."
"Oh..... Please, Captain."
She sank down in one smooth movement, taking him inside her. He thrust up to complete their joining, and they moved frantically together for endless moments until they both came, surprising her with their involuntary synchronicity.
She swung herself off him, leaving him sprawled on her bed and headed for the bathroom.
"Two," she said, over her shoulder.
Later she lay drowsy and sated in her bed. The blond head rested on her breast. Tom was breathing deeply and evenly; sound asleep. She smiled to herself; no doubt he was worn out from the effort of making good his boast of four times, one for each pip. She would let him sleep for a short while longer, then she would wake him up and send him home.
But for a few brief moments she let herself savor the feeling of lying against a lover. The blond head on her breast was unfamiliar from her fantasies and she felt a brief stab of pain that her actions had almost certainly driven the final wedge between her and Chakotay.
But if she couldn't let herself love Chakotay, she could allow herself this. The ache between her legs and her sticky thighs were a good substitute. It was enough.
It had to be.
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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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