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Summary: The presence of Devore Inspector Kashyk causes Janeway to dream of breaking her long-upheld protocols.
In the first dream, he simply overrode her code with sure fingers, let himself into her quarters, and drifted into the bedroom. When he lowered himself to the bed, reaching for her breast and taking her mouth with confidence, the throb between her thighs pulsed blood-red. Kathryn woke abruptly, dampness on her body, liquid between her legs.
In the second dream, he entered her ready room without her knowledge. She turned around, and there he was. The door had barely closed, before he had undone his own pants and reached for her, pressing her up against the desk, ripping her uniform with careless disregard. This time he entered her, clutching her buttocks in his large hands, driving his way up into her body. She awoke with a shriek, frustrated, wet and aching for what she couldn't have.
The steady thrum of Voyager's engines at warp reassured her. It was a dream, merely a dream. For a moment, she held her breath. Her cry had been loud, and the walls were thin. But there was no answering noise; if Chakotay had heard her, he wasn't coming to investigate. Kathryn remained still, willing the traitorous throbbing in her sex to calm, but it persisted, spreading insidiously until her whole body pulsed in time with the engines.
So hard to sleep alone. So hard to forgo the comfort of another's body. So hard to deny herself the games, the subtleties of power, the tussle for supremacy that went along with the sex act. When was the last time she'd deliberately lost that game and was consumed by a lover? She couldn't remember.
Kathryn pondered. Was there any reason she couldn't have this? Turn her nocturnal fantasies into reality, if only for a short time?
No.
Her mind made up, she rose and dressed swiftly. She was already cataloguing her clothing's removal, even as she dressed. Then, she let herself out into the corridor, and strode purposefully to Kashyk's quarters.
***
Chakotay thrust into her willing body again and again, the sweat pouring off him, slicking between them. In a brief lucid moment, he recalled his feeble efforts at starting a fire on Hanon by rubbing two sticks together. This time, as their bodies frictioned against each other, a conflagration was about to explode, so intense as to consume all their past, and meld them together for all time.
She was beautiful in the dim light, body arching to meet his, mouth open, gasping, pleading for more, harder, faster. He gave it to her, everything he had, driving his hardness in and out of her, the clasping heat of her insides intensifying, higher, hotter. Sliding a hand up her side, he cupped a firm breast and flicked his thumb over the already distended rosy nipple.
Her scream rent the air as she spasmed around him, her vagina pulsing, gripping, until his control shattered. Throwing back his head, he roared his climax, and finally, after so many years of only dreams and fantasies, emptied himself into her.
It took a long time for his breathing to slow enough for him to speak. He lay on his side, propped on his elbow, his other hand drawing small circles on her heated skin. "Kathryn, not that I'm complaining, but why tonight? Why now?"
He was surprised to see a look of chagrin cross her face, and it stilled him. After what he surmised was a long abstinence for her, he'd been amazed at how wet, how eager she'd been for him, her body accepting him readily. Now he wondered if perhaps someone else had prepared the way first. Someone else, like Kashyk.
Studying and learning the enigma that was Kathryn Janeway had become almost a vocation for him over the last four and a half years. So, although he was sure that most of the crew wouldn't have noticed, he'd been very aware that the attraction, which heated the air between Voyager's captain and the Devore inspector, had not been merely one-sided.
Cold water crashed over his soul, dousing the burning fire from their lovemaking. "This wasn't your first stop this evening, was it?" he said quietly. The guilty look on her face told him he'd hit the jackpot. "So what was this? Was Kashyk not good enough, and you needed dessert? No, wait, I've got it. the inspector sent you packing and you came to good old Chakotay to get your itch scratched. That's it, isn't it?" Anger spiraled through him and he was practically shouting by the time he finished. Spirits, he was so sick of women using him!
Kathryn lifted her eyes to him, unable, unwilling, to hide her tears. "No, that's not it at all. I did go to Kashyk." She saw hurt flash in his dark velvet eyes, and when he moved to fling himself off the bed, she grabbed at his arm to stop him. "I never got there, Chakotay."
He regarded her stonily. "What stopped you? I didn't hear a red alert."
She let the hurtful comment pass. "I admit I was going to him for sex. I knew he wanted me, and I'm so tired of sleeping alone, of not being touched, not being held. Kashyk is handsome and charming in his own way, convenient, and…"
"And he'll be leaving soon," he finished.
She nodded.
"Again, what stopped you?"
It was difficult, but she forced herself to look directly into his eyes - eyes rimmed with exhaustion and a slight crinkling at the corners. He'd aged since he first appeared on her bridge, and not all of it was the mere passing of time. So much of the pain, she was responsible for causing.
"My love for you." She watched his startled blink at her confession. "There I was, trying to uphold protocols that were never intended for a situation like ours, by settling for a substitute for what I really want. What I've wanted for so very, very long." She ran her hand down his face and smoothed her thumb over his lips. "Chakotay, it's you I dream of, night after night. It's those dreams of you that cause me to overload the recycler every morning with sweat-soaked sheets. So, I simply decided to screw Starfleet."
The bucket of cold water was quickly simmering back to a boil. Delight raced through him, and with a happy laugh, he rolled her body under his. Her gasp of pleasure was music to his soul as he pressed his reawakened erection against her sensitized skin.
"Well, Kathryn, I'm glad you didn't go to Kashyk. Or screw Starfleet, for that matter."
Her brain had trouble swimming through the haze of desire. "But I just said…"
Chakotay licked her earlobe, then again when she moaned. He could easily become addicted to that sound. He tilted his hips forward and slid one hand under her knee to pull her leg up. As he thrust into her once more, he murmured, "Starfleet is B'Elanna's nickname for Harry."
"Oh, God!"
***
Kashyk stood in the shadows of the first officer's quarters, watching the scene unfold before him. His throat ached with the effort of holding back the rasp of his breath. What had started as an extension of the manipulations of seduction, a mere deviation from the chase, a diversion from the narrow road that led to a jail cell for Janeway and her crew, had turned in on itself.
He had known Janeway would come to him eventually. He had sensed the arousal rolling off her, the coiled tension contained in her slim body, smelled her pungent, feminine scent. He'd tried to discover who was her lover on board: Her first officer? Her fierce engineer? Or a toyboy from the rank and file? But no one quite fit the pattern. With little to occupy his time on Voyager--oh, the games to find the wormhole were amusing, but there was only so many false trails he could lay--Kashyk spent time in the privacy of his own head. Seducing the captain.
Tonight she would come to him. Three nights he'd been confident. Three nights he had been disappointed, but his need to possess her had heightened as she resisted.
Then earlier, there'd been a noise outside the VIP quarters. A mere shuffle maybe, and it wasn't the guard posted there. It was her, he knew it as surely as he knew how he would take her the first time--from behind, his hand in her hair, his hand between her thighs, his cock buried to the hilt. An intense possession, a fierce one, a worthwhile one.
When she didn't enter his quarters, he opened the door, with enough time to see her disappearing around the corner. He nodded to the guard, gestured to Janeway's disappearing form as if she had summoned him, and followed. If she was having doubts, or was worried about the impropriety of her crew being in the know, then he could take care of that. He would slip into her quarters, surprise her with his fingers on her breast, his lips on her neck. His cock throbbed with the need--deep, dark pulses, strong and heady. Oh, how he wanted her, this complex woman he admired so much.
He was taken by surprise when she hesitated outside the first officer's quarters, but his keen sight noted the code she keyed in. It was late. There was only one reason she would go there. Kashyk loitered in the corridor, pretending to be absorbed by the streaking stars outside the viewport. Then, with quiet stealth, he entered.
They hadn't wasted any time. Pressing himself back, into the deep shadows, he watched. She was underneath her first officer, who was kissing her with a needy desperation. His hands on her breasts, between her legs, where he, Kashyk, so badly wanted to be. And then, the gleaming dusky cock, plowing between her thighs, into damp and secret places, deep, hard, fierce.
Kathryn's head was thrown back, her neck exposed, arched for his lips, arched for the bite, the mark of possession. Kashyk tensed, waiting for the golden man to bite her, hurt her, possess her. But instead, her lover whispered words of love, of desire, of longing, of waiting now assuaged. Kashyk's excitement withered, the half-formed thoughts of joining them spiraled away and dissipated as if they never were.
He didn't hear her return the words of love, but he sensed them, hovering unspoken in the musky air of the bedroom. Kashyk swallowed hard. Such a strange emotion, love, so unformed, so nebulous, so... weak. But something about their tenderness had touched him, fingered his heart so gradually that he wasn't aware of his actions until he found he had backed quietly away, almost to the door.
He would leave them.
With a last glance back, at the passion he would never understand, Kashyk left them alone.
***
In the morning, Kathryn awoke to the reassurance of his body, already stirring in the minutes before the alarm and obviously awake. She pressed her thigh into his growing erection, letting him know she was aware of him.
When he didn't respond, she raised her head. "Chakotay?"
Relief washed over his face like the sunrises they seldom saw. His smile was her answer.
"You couldn't think...?" she whispered. "Surely, you didn't think that last night was all there would be?"
His arms rose to enclose her, pulling her closer to his chest. "I hoped not. But I couldn't be sure, Kathryn."
Her mouth whispered the words into his skin. "I told you I loved you. Surely, you know me well enough to know that I don't go back on my word?"
"The captain doesn't," he agreed. "But Kathryn has been known to push her own feelings aside, if she feels it's best for her ship."
She was silent, absorbing his words, sensing the carefully controlled emotion behind them. How many times, she wondered, had he come close to believing she would give in to the sparks that flared between them, only to be disappointed? No more, she resolved. She would never again give him cause to doubt her love.
Freeing herself from his arms, she raised up, then moved over so that she was half-lying on top of him. Deliberately, she pushed her belly into his swelling penis. "We did more than join our bodies last night," she said. "We also entwined our souls. And I'm not going to change that for anyone: the ship, the crew, or Starfleet."
With a swift movement, she sat up, straddling him, and bent forward to kiss him, thrilled at how eagerly he responded. For long moments she kissed him, pushing into his hips with her own. Their love sat so thickly in the air between them that she could taste it.
Rising up again, she impaled herself on his cock, delighting in the fat slide, the fullness. "And I'll join with you anytime. All the time. Whenever you'll have me."
He shifted his hips, and his cock swelled, stretching tender tissues. His eyes caressed her, lingering on his marks of possession and he slid one arm around her, drawing her against his body. "I'll hold you to that promise, Kathryn. I hope you can stand the pace."
***
Tom and B'Elanna stood in line at the lunch counter. It was always a question as to whether it would be possible to swallow whatever was served. The next biggest question was, what color it would be?
Tom leaned toward B'E and whispered, "Yellow and green. With purple polka-dots."
She cast him a glance out of the corner of her eye. "Nope. Orange, blue, and yellow all mixed together."
"Want to bet?"
"How much?"
He mused. "Pizza dinner from the replicator?"
"You're on."
Finally their turn came before Neelix. The Talaxian was in particularly good spirits today, now that the threat of having his vegetable storage bins overturned by Devore inspection teams was gone.
"Good day, Tom, B'Elanna. Can I serve you some Gregortz?"
The ladle that hovered over Tom's plate was full of a mixture of slimy looking orange, blue, and yellow circles. Tom struggled to find his voice. "Uh, sure, Neelix. Thanks."
After loading her plate, B'Elanna looked around for a table. Tom grabbed her arm, nearly tipping her tray. "Hey, watch it!" she snapped. "Spill this, and you'll be buying me lunch as well as dinner."
"All right, enough. How did you know?" Tom demanded.
The mess hall was almost full, so she headed for the table the captain and commander were just vacating. "Simple," she tossed over her shoulder. "I saw him making it earlier when I held a staff meeting in here."
"That's cheating!" Tom chided.
"No, that's strategizing. Know you enemy, and all that," she responded.
"So now I'm the enemy, am I? See if I buy you dinner anytime soon."
"A deal is a deal, Helmboy."
"What deal are you talking about?" the captain inquired. She and the commander were standing, loading their dishes onto their trays.
The four officers chatted while the younger two sat and began their meal. The whole crew was relaxed and feeling happy after besting the Devore at their own cat-and-mouse game. Laughter rang throughout the room from many of the tables.
The commander touched the captain's shoulder. "I hear Neelix has a party planned for this evening. Care to join me this evening, Captain?"
The captain's expression was calm but her eyes held mischief. She lifted her mug for another sip of her coffee. "Certainly, Commander. You know I'm always happy to…" Her eyes flicked to his mouth. "…join you."
At that moment, Harry approached the table. "Can I join you guys?"
The captain's eyebrow raised, while the commander was overcome with a fit of coughing. Tom was busy eyeing his senior officers, so it was left to B'Elanna to reply.
"Sure, Starfleet. Pull up a chair."
Suddenly Commander Chakotay burst out laughing, and the captain choked on her coffee, quickly grabbing Tom's napkin. The commander took hold of the captain's elbow. "Come along, Captain. We still haven't had our meeting in your ready room to discuss the change in rosters."
The captain managed to compose herself. "What change…?" One quick look at his face had her commenting, "Oh yes, right. The change in rosters. Right. Let's go to the ready room. Now."
As the two headed out, the bemused glances of their three younger staff followed. Harry spoke up. "What the heck do you suppose that was all about?"
"I don't know, but I'm just glad to see them this relaxed after that Devore Inspector was sniffing around Janeway like an oversexed animal," B'Elanna muttered, shoving in a forkful of food. She grimaced and pushed her plate away.
Tom ate his lunch, oblivious to the peculiar taste. "I think that something happened while the Devore were here, and that our esteemed leaders have finally taken that step and…" He waggled his eyebrows.
B'Elanna snorted. "And I think you're delusional. Does insanity run in your family?"
"I wouldn't say that too loudly, Maquis, considering he's dating you," Harry chimed in.
Over Tom's laughter, B'Elanna smiled tightly. "Screw you, Starfleet."
"Just tell me where and when, I'll be there. As long as I get to do you afterwards." Harry rose to his feet and headed to the counter to refill his glass.
The lieutenants' expressions were frozen, shocked as they watched Harry casually chatting with Neelix. B'Elanna was the first to recover. "Do you think I should have the ship scanned for aliens?"
Tom finished his water then reached for B'Elanna's. "Not the shy blushing ensign we first met, huh?"
She nodded and they continued to watch their tall broad-shouldered friend.
Tom finally turned to her. "So, B'E, whatcha got planned for this evening? Wanna come play Constance Goodheart with Harry and me in the Captain Proton program?"
B'Elanna was silent until Harry clapped Neelix on the shoulder, then turned to head back to their table. His dark hair glimmered softly under the lights. She leaned forward on her elbows and murmured to Tom. "I have a better idea. How about you let Harry play Captain Proton, I'll be Buster Kincaid, and you be Constance Goodheart? I'll bet you can scream really well."
Epilogue: What Happened in the Ready Room
No sooner had the doors swished shut behind them than Chakotay had Kathryn pinned against the bulkhead. Just before he sealed their mouths together, he called for the privacy lock on the door. Then he took her mouth with ferocity, his tongue pushing its way past her lips.
When he finally pulled back, she moaned her disapproval at the separation. It delighted him that she reached for his head with both her hands to draw him back, anchoring his mouth to hers once again.
He slid one hand up her side to palm her breast. Deliberately separating their upper bodies despite her renewed protests, he watched in fascination as his fingers kneaded the soft mound, almost like watching something outside of himself.
She yanked her own jacket open, then drew his hand inside, placing it back on her breast. Leaning down, he bit at her breasts more forcefully through her turtleneck than he would ever have done on her flesh. Her sharp gasp brought his eyes up to her face, and the flushed look of arousal, the half-lidded gaze nearly collapsed his knees.
"All those times Kashyk called you to this room, I wondered what was happening, what he was doing to you," he growled. "I was worried and jealous all at the same time. Worried that he or his men were hurting you, but jealous at the look I could see on your face every time the call came."
Chakotay took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head against the wall. The move arched her back, pushing her breasts forward even more. "Did you want him to take you, Kathryn?" he breathed against her neck. "Did you fantasize about Kashyk having you here in this room? Did you?"
Words were hard to form as Chakotay's fingers manipulated first one nipple, then the other through her top. Her voice sounded strange to herself, like someone she didn't know, whispery. "Yes. I did."
Her confession set something on fire within him. "How did you want him to do it? Was he gentle, tender? No, I don't think you'd want that from him, would you? Did you want it like this?" Bending his knees, he arched his pelvis against her, to grind his erection between her legs. "Or did you want him to take you this way?" He gripped her buttocks, his fingers pressing between the cheeks to rub the cloth against her sensitive flesh. Her gasp told him all he needed to know.
"Or maybe you wanted him in your mouth. Did you, Kathryn?" Chakotay plundered her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out, over and over. He tore his mouth away, and saw that her lips were red and glistening.
"Was it just Kashyk who had you in your mind, or was it Prax too? Or maybe another of his guards as well? How many times did you fantasize about it, Kathryn? Tell me," he demanded. Her head was back against the wall, making her neck a pristine white column waiting to be marked. He nipped her neck, making her cry out.
The sensations evoked from his fingers, his darkly whispered words were overwhelming, sweeping through her body like a surging tide of feeling. Heat scorched where he touched her - his hand pinning her wrists, his mouth sucking at her neck, his other hand working her breasts, and the press of his largeness between her legs.
"Just think of all the possibilities in here. Up against the wall like this, on the floor on your back, legs in the air, or maybe bent forward facedown over your desk. How many times did you think about it? Tell me," he commanded again.
She licked her lips and managed, "A couple of times."
The sound of their rasping breath was loud in his ears. "Only a couple of times? You sure? I don't believe you." He thrust his pelvis harder against her, enjoying her moan of pleasure.
"Maybe a few times." She opened her eyes, and with effort lifted her head. "But I've thought of doing this with you dozens of time, Chakotay."
Her confession drained the ferocity out of him, and Chakotay found himself blinking back tears. He released her hands and leaned his forehead against hers. "And I have fantasized about us here and in every corner of this ship hundreds of times."
Her hands drifted down to cradle his head. "Chakotay," she sighed, "I'm so sorry for making us wait."
"Just shut up, my love." He swung her up into his arms and carried her to the couch. When he sat, he pulled her body over his so she straddled him. "Kathryn, love me," he pleaded.
"Oh, God, I do. I do."
And with everything in her, she did. She peeled away his uniform, stopping to touch, to stroke every inch of tawny skin as it was exposed. Her mouth, her hands told the story of her love and devotion to him. When he was naked, she undressed herself, then pressed one of his hands between her legs. "Love me," she whispered back.
He did. Thoroughly, completely. They claimed that ready room as theirs. No longer Starfleet's or Voyager's or even Captain Janeway's. The room belonged to them both now, symbolizing their total take over of the ship in a whole new way.
When they were finished, they lay together on the couch in each other's arms. At her slight shiver, he pulled the throw from the back of the couch over them and drew her closer. "I guess we're lucky we haven't been interrupted by a comm signal or a red alert."
"I'm not sure I would have heard it," she smiled ruefully. She tipped her head back to look at him. "However, I don't think we should make a habit of doing this here."
He nodded. "I agree. But I do think we needed to do this. In a way, this room represents everything that kept us apart for so long. You're not the captain and Kathryn Janeway, like Jekyll and Hyde. You are Kathryn Janeway, who is the captain of Voyager."
Her eyebrow arched. "Jekyll and Hyde? Lovely analogy."
He reached around to pinch her bottom, making her squeak. "You understand what I'm saying. You're not two people. The two are one, and that one is you. And that's the woman I love."
Her eyes glistened and she turned her face to press her lips against his warm chest. "We're going to be okay, aren't we? We can do this, right?" She was sure they could, but she needed his reassurance.
"We can do anything, Kathryn, as long as we're together," he responded. He levered their bodies up. "But now, I think we'd better…"
"Tuvok to Janeway."
They sighed and finished the sentence together. "…get dressed."
Kathryn reached for her comm badge on her jacket. "Janeway here."
"Captain, we are receiving information that bears resemblance to a wormhole. It means a significant change of course. Shall we proceed?"
The two senior officers exchanged glances. Kathryn responded, "By all means, Mr. Tuvok. You never know, we just might get lucky this time. Advise me when we arrive at the coordinates."
"Acknowledged."
Chakotay chuckled. "Interesting choice of words, Kathryn."
She tossed his pants and turtleneck in his direction. "Well, I'm right aren't I?" Looking over from where she squatted on the floor to where he crouched, sorting out their boots and socks, she marveled at his physical beauty that was almost devastating to behold. "Look at us. Who would ever imagine that by getting thrown seventy thousand light years from home, I'd find the love of my life?"
His hands stilled and he smiled. Her usually pale skin was rosy from their loving. "Careful. That almost sounded like you're starting to believe in fate."
"Amazing how things can change isn't it?"
He smirked and handed over her bra and damp underpants. "It certainly is."
"Just shut up, you."
(((FIN)))
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