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Chakotay followed her into the turbolift. She stood with her back against the wall, arms folded defensively and glared at him.
"I have nothing more to say to you."
"Kathryn..."
The glare became frostier.
"Captain. I have apologized. I was out of line. I shouldn't have questioned that decision. Please. I just want you to talk to me again."
"I have nothing to say to you Chakotay."
The 'lift shuddered to a halt between decks.
She glared at him suspiciously and hit her Comm badge. "B'Elanna, what's happened to the 'lift?"
B'Elanna's voice came back sounded harried.
"I'm sorry Captain, I don't know what caused it. We'll get you out of there as soon as possible."
"Can you do a site to site transport for me?"
"No, sorry, transporters were already off line for the diagnostic. It will be at least an hour before they are operational again. I hope we can fix the turbo lift before then."
"See that you do. Janeway out."
Chakotay grinned at her. "Looks like you don't have much option but to talk to me Captain."
She stared at him and did not reply.
"C'mon Kathryn, stop sulking. I said I was sorry. Talk to me. Please. I want my friend back."
Still she did not reply.
Chakotay rolled his eyes. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll stop this when you start talking."
He moved to stand in front of her, grasped her shoulders and lowered his mouth to hers. His lips pressed gently onto hers. He could feel her tightening her lips against him and her hands moved up to push on his shoulders. She twisted away from him.
"Commander, you are way out of line."
He smiled. "So, are you going to talk to me?"
She glared at him and did not answer.
He kissed her again, this time moving his lips persuasively on hers, using every ounce of experience and charm he possessed to soften her resolve. Her hands moved up, and he grabbed them and pinned them to his chest so that she couldn't reach her Comm badge or push him away. She was twisting under his grasp, gasping slightly with the exertion. Her lips softened fractionally and he took the opportunity to run his tongue gently around their inner surface. He nibbled on her lower lip, brushed his lips repeatedly over her clenched ones. Pressed open-mouthed kisses seductively over her tightened mouth.
She went limp in his grasp, maybe figuring that non- responsiveness was the best tactic. His mouth moved slowly along her jawline.
"You can make me stop, Kathryn," he whispered open-mouthed against her skin. "Just talk to me."
He returned to her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, sliding a tongue inside her slightly parted lips.
Her hands were limp in his grasp, her eyes wide. "Chakotay," her voice was soft against his mouth.
He raised his lips. "Do you want to talk now?"
She didn't answer, just stared at him. She freed her hands from his grasp. Then with both hands she reached out, grasped his head and pulled him back down to her.
He froze for a moment, but reality intruded. She was pushing her tongue into his mouth, kissing him feverishly, her hand insistent on the back of his head, keeping him with her. He matched her, kiss for kiss, tasting her sweetness fully, the coffee on her breath, hearing her small breathy gasps, drawing her totally into his arms.
Her hands were running over his back, down to his buttocks, pulling him towards her.
The kiss escalated, as their tongues, mingled, stabbed and dueled hotly and wetly. His hand reached down and cupped her buttocks. She spread her legs slightly and he thrust a hard thigh between hers. She rocked herself on his thigh, moaning into his mouth as her hands reached up to the clasp of his uniform, and she started tearing at it, trying to push it off his shoulders.
"Please Chakotay," she moaned. "I want to touch your skin."
He lifted her away from him, and took the uniform jacket and the turtleneck over his head in one motion. Her hands returned to him, running over his smooth skin, unerringly finding his dark hard nipples before running a hand down to the waist band of his pants.
He couldn't think coherently. His hands went to the neck of her uniform and he pulled and ripped it off her, until her upper part was bare, clad only in a white cotton Starfleet bra. He pulled it off her and bent his head to suckle dusky nipple, cupping her full breast in his hand, lifting it to his mouth.
She gasped and pushed her breast further into his mouth. Her hands were trying to pull his pants down. She got them halfway and then couldn't reach any more, but it was enough for her to insinuate a hand into his pants and grasp his hard length.
When she touched him, he shuddered and nearly came in her hand at the thought of what she was doing. He pushed her hand away, and pulled off her uniform completely. She lifted each leg so that he could slide it over her boots and she stared at him, clad only in panties and boots.
His hand cupped her mound, reaching a thick finger up underneath the panties to the moisture there. He watched her throw her head back, closing her eyes as her hands reached out helplessly in front of her to try and touch him. He pushed her back against the lift wall, and slid down to his knees. Tearing at the elastic, he got the panties off her, and lifted one leg, draping it over his shoulder. Parting her folds with both hands he put his mouth to her, lapping up her abundant strong tasting juices, pushing a finger inside her as his tongue first flickered and then licked her steadily.
Her shriek caught him by surprise. She came hard, clenching around his finger, pushing her sex into his mouth. Tension instantly left her body and she sagged against the wall. He rose to his feet, and pushed his own uniform off his hips.
She was leaning against the wall looking at him through half closed eyes. He lifted one of her legs and held it, as he positioned himself to enter her. The need to be inside her was overwhelming, and he wanted it to be quickly. Lurking in the back of his mind was the fact that she could well change her mind even now, and he wanted to brand her totally as his.
He flexed his hips and drove into her with one long stroke. He could feel her silky walls close around him, her eyes opened and she stared into his panting face, wide-eyed and surprised, as if she didn't know what he was doing. But her hands were on his chest, caressing and stroking and then she brought his mouth to hers for a deep kiss.
He started thrusting hard, feeling her clench around him on every outstroke, feeling her tongue thrusting into his mouth, and her hands on his chest. The angle was difficult, he was much taller then she, but she tried to accommodate him, rising up and angling her hips to accept his thrusts.
The pressure built, he tried to slow down, to wait for her, but he couldn't. His rhythmic thrusts deteriorated into uncontrollable jerks as he spurted deep inside her, sweating, panting and groaning her name.
For a brief moment he collapsed against her, pressing her into the wall, her face against his chest, then he moved slightly away and put a hand down to the juncture of their bodies. He used two fingers to press and rub her until the spasm of her inner muscles around his penis told him she had peaked again.
They both slumped, leaning into each other, leaning hard against the wall of the turbo lift. His penis softened and slipped out of her, drawing a trail of moisture along her thigh.
She pushed hard at him and he moved away. He took her chin in his hand and bent to kiss her. Her voice stopped him.
"What have we done? Gods Chakotay, what have you done?"
He looked momentarily stricken, then realized he had to convince her that everything was still all right. He leaned in to kiss her, softly and gently.
"We did what we wanted to, Kathryn. What we should have done a long time ago."
She pushed at his chest and glared at him and did not answer.
The Comm badge on her discarded uniform chirped. She bent to retrieve it.
"Janeway." Short, terse and to the point.
"Captain." B'Elanna's voice. "The turbo lift is still malfunctioning, but we have the transporters back on line. Do you want a site to site?"
Chakotay held his breath. Now she was likely to beam out of the lift and the next time he saw her she probably still wouldn't talk to him.
"Please B'Elanna. Site to site for myself and the Commander, directly to his quarters."
She shut off the Comm link and turned to him.
"Seems like we have a lot to discuss Commander."
She leaned to kiss him as the shimmer of the transporter took them both away.
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