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For Cassatt, who inadvertently provided the inspiration for this during the course of a conversation, and who also has a good idea or two about crashing shuttles.
Rated R
In the artificial pre-dawn hours on board Voyager, the Commander awoke and moved closer to his partner. He wrapped his hand over her belly, drawing her back to him so that his morning erection poked into the soft cushions of her buttocks. With soothing hands, running like velvet over her heated skin, he stroked belly and breasts until an indrawn gasp as he circled a nipple told him that she was awake.
She turned in his arms, wrapping a slim leg over his hips and opening herself to the probing fingers seeking between her legs.
"Kim to the Captain." The shrill of a communicator made them both jump.
Kathryn bit back a curse and leant out of bed, rummaging in the pile of clothes on the floor for her communicator pin. "Janeway here. What is it, Harry?"
She rolled her eyes at Chakotay and moved back against him as she waited for the answer. He grinned back at her, and moved his hips so that his erection now pressed into her belly. With her free hand she ran a finger around the tip of it as it peered up between them.
"Captain, I'm sorry to disturb you. But we have made contact with the alien ship that has been following us for the last twenty hours. They wish to speak to the Captain."
She sighed. "On my way, Harry."
In the momentary pause, she moved regretfully away from Chakotay. "I have to go."
He lay on his back, arousal pointing up at the ceiling. "I'll follow you. Just as soon as I can get my pants on comfortably."
She dressed hastily and bent to kiss him. "I'm sorry I have to run."
"So am I. Tonight will be very slow in coming."
She ran a delicate finger up his length and laughed when he groaned. "Get your pants on, Commander. I'll see you on the bridge."
She was gone before he could retort.
The Vidali proved to be amiable to trade negotiations. They agreed to escort Voyager to their home world and were eager to barter. Kathryn assembled a party consisting of Tuvok, Neelix, Harry and herself to handle the negotiations. If all went well they hoped to gain fresh foodstuffs to replenish their supplies.
"Commander, you have the bridge." She turned to go, then paused. "And Chakotay, I'll see you tonight." The barest hint of a wink and she was gone.
Chakotay finished his shift and handed over to Lieutenant Kaplan. With Voyager maintaining a standard orbit, there was little to do. He retired to his and Kathryn's quarters and prepared a romantic dinner for them. Hopefully she would return soon.
He set the tables with candles, a soft green table cloth and her good china and then programmed the replicator before he settled on the couch with the days reports and a glass of wine.
His communicator shrilled halfway down the second glass.
"Janeway to Chakotay."
"Chakotay here, Captain."
"Commander, the away team is still occupied. We expect to return to Voyager within the next two hours."
"Acknowledged." "Thank you, Commander. Janeway out."
He sighed. The fact that she had called him 'Commander' meant she was still very much on duty. So much for their romantic evening of dinner and lovemaking. He returned to the stack of padds.
Kathryn crept into their quarters five hours later. The lights were dim and she saw that the table was laid for dinner. Chakotay was asleep on the couch, surrounded by padds. His head was tilted back, at what had to be an uncomfortable angle, and he was snoring faintly. There was an empty wine glass and a discarded bowl of what looked like leola root casserole on the table in front of him.
She smiled to herself; he was so sweet, always saving their pooled replicator rations until they could eat together. It was quite a sacrifice; leola root casserole was only one step above emergency rations for taste and consistency. The Vidali had been unable to supply any leola root, much to Neelix's disappointment and Harry's ill-concealed joy, but it didn't seem to make any difference. Neelix appeared to have enough to last them to the Alpha Quadrant and back. She half suspected him of replicating it.
She knelt down in front of the couch between Chakotay's sprawled legs and leant forward to kiss him gently on the mouth. He sighed in his sleep and shifted slightly but didn't wake. She increased the pressure, nibbling on his lower lip and running gentle hands over his solid thighs.
His arms rose to enclose her. "Kathryn?"
"Who else were you expecting?" She murmured into his mouth.
He straightened. "My neck is stiff."
She massaged it with probing fingers. "I'm not surprised, sleeping like that. Come to bed."
Arms around each other, the command team made their way into the darkened sleeping area and fell into a dreamless sleep wrapped in each others arms.
When Kathryn awoke the next morning he was already gone. The computer gave his whereabouts as sickbay. Alarmed, she paged him. "Chakotay, are you all right?"
He answered sounding harried. "I'm fine, Captain. But Ensign Maloney and Crewman O'Rourke have had another disagreement. The Doc is patching them up whilst I discipline them."
"Ah. I'll leave you to it. Janeway out."
She knew he could be quite a while. Their two Irish crewmen were equally fond of a drink and each other. When their drinking camaraderie disintegrated into fisticuffs as it had done several times before, it was not a pretty sight. Last time they had trashed their quarters as well as each other. She knew Chakotay had warned them that if it happened again, they would no longer be allowed to share quarters. She suspected he was dealing with hung over crewman, who in the cold light of sobriety, were once again swearing they were best of friends.
So instead of enjoying lazy early morning love making with Chakotay she went to the bridge.
The business for the day was arranging away teams; two to forage for vegetables and one to barter for prepared foodstuffs in the markets of Vidal. Organizing the teams was normally Chakotay's job, but as he was still occupied in sickbay she gave the task to Harry, who promptly allocated Chakotay to one of the foraging teams.
Kathryn looked at the lists. She had no real reason to override Harry's decision other than the fact that she had been looking forward to a long delayed romantic dinner with Chakotay, followed by some soul-shaking love-making and an orgasm or three.
"That's fine, Harry. Inform those concerned." She just hoped Chakotay would be back in time for a bit of soul-appeasing love making and one orgasm.
She didn't see him before he left. In fact, she didn't see him until he woke her, sliding into the bed next to her, many hours later. The romantic dinner she had programmed on the replicator had gone unused, and she had felt duty bound to have a bowl of leola root casserole for her supper; after all, he had nobly sacrificed his stomach to their joint cause. So she did the same, but washed it down with a cup of coffee. The intimate dinner settings were starting to gather dust in their quarters.
She turned to him as he slid naked between the sheets and nuzzled his chest, flicking a nipple lizard-like with her tongue.
"I missed you. It was a very big bed without you in it," she breathed on his skin.
His big hands stroked her back. "I missed you too." He pulled her down on top of him, one hand reaching down to cup a buttock.
She worked her way down his body with hands and mouth, letting her hair tickle him as she knew he liked. He lay still underneath her. She reached his groin and took his turgid member in her mouth. Amazingly he was unresponsive. That act alone normally elicited a groan or movement, and his hands moving urgently on her body.
"Chakotay?" She raised her head to look at him. He was sound asleep.
Trying to ignore the thrum of arousal in her blood, she laid her head on his chest and was soon asleep.
The sound of the red alert klaxon pulled both of them out of bed in the morning. When the confusion had died down it was established that Lieutenant Kaplan had tripped, re-entering the bridge with a cup of coffee in each hand. The hot coffee had deluged the console, and in cleaning it up he had inadvertently tripped the red alert klaxon.
By the time she had calmed the distraught Lieutenant and reassured him that accidents do indeed happen, it was time for their shift.
Chakotay was once again on the foraging team. They were finding a wide variety of edible vegetables and fungi and were filling the cargo bays. The Vidali were allowing them to take unlimited amounts from a wide location and the teams were taking advantage of the generosity. Neelix and his team had bartered for preserves, dried meats and other processed foods in the marketplace.
The away team arrived back at a more respectable hour this time, but Kathryn was helping Joe Carey, who was having trouble tracing the problem with a malfunctioning console, and once again it was late before she returned to their quarters.
She found Chakotay propped up in bed, studying a padd. He looked very desirable; golden skin against the crisp white sheet, but if she was honest, she was way too tired to consider jumping his bones.
She crawled in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "What are you reading?"
"I'm writing a memo to you to arrange an appointment," he said.
"Oh?" She raised her head to look at him. "What for?"
"To make love." He kissed the top of her head.
"It's not that bad that we need an appointment, is it, Chakotay?"
"I'm not blaming you, or me, " he said. "But think back. When was the last time we made love?"
"Must have been a day or two ago," she said.
"I wish. It's been a bit longer than that." He started ticking the days off on his fingers. "This morning Kee Kaplan's bogus red alert woke us. Last night I got in late from the foraging mission and fell asleep on you." He looked apologetic. "Sorry about that."
"You must have been very tired to fall asleep while I was... well, whilst I was doing what I was doing," she agreed.
"That morning, I had to sort out the Irish bar fight again and was gone before you awoke."
"The night before that I was delayed on Vidal and you were asleep on the couch when I got in." She nodded in understanding. "I'm beginning to see what you mean."
"That morning Harry called you to the bridge to talk to the Vidali." He was ticking days off on his fingers. "That's three days. Now before that..." He furrowed his brow in concentration.
"Naomi ran away from home again and came to sleep on the couch," said Kathryn. They hadn't like to make love with the child close by. At times they could both be exceedingly and noisily unrestrained and they hadn't wanted to explain what they were doing to Naomi.
"The morning before that," Kathryn continued, "Neelix set fire to the galley, trying to make some bland oatmeal that wouldn't upset B'Elanna's stomach in the morning."
It had taken both of them and Tuvok to put out the fire and calm down Neelix.
"The night before that," continued Chakotay, "we attended the Doctor's latest holo-image show. Three hours of that was enough to send anyone into a coma. We somnambulated back here and went straight back to sleep."
"You took gamma shift for Harry for the two days before that," said Kathryn.
"I did, didn't I? You know why Harry wanted the change? Because he and Celes hadn't had any time alone for a few days."
She rolled her eyes. "I think Harry owes us."
"B'Elanna owes us too. You worked late in engineering supervising her diagnostic the night before that so that she could keep her holodeck date with Tom. You had to get up early to bail Joe out the next morning too, when he thought he'd wiped the results."
"It's looking like all our staff, with the possible exception of Tuvok owe us big time. That's eight days without making love."
"It's worse than that, " he said, stroking her hair. "The morning before that, we were well on our way when Seven walked in on us."
Kathryn smiled, although she was not likely to forget that particular morning in a hurry. Chakotay had had his head between her legs and she was beginning the slow ascent to an unhurried morning orgasm, when Seven's precise tones cut through the haze of arousal. She had thrown the covers over herself, burying Chakotay under the quilt.
"Captain, Commander." Seven's cool voice echoed in the room. "I apologize for disturbing you, but when you did not answer the chime I decided you were asleep and would not mind if I entered to leave you this."
Seven had calmly placed the padd on the beside table and exited.
The snorts of laughter from under the blanket had done nothing to restore the mood and the two of them had held each other and howled with laughter, all thoughts of lovemaking pushed aside.
Kathryn stroked his chest. "We must have made love the night before that."
"No," Chakotay sobered. "I was out late in ship's councilor mode. Crewman Cardeena received news in the datastream from Starfleet that her mother had died."
"Yes, poor Maria. Not all news from Starfleet is good."
"So that's nine days," mused Chakotay.
"Ten," said Kathryn. "Before that we had B'Elanna on the couch overnight. She found a very suspect holodeck program of Tom's and took exception to it. Remember?"
"With good reason." Chakotay, who had seen the simulation, had been a little shocked at the content.
"Ten days since we made love." Kathryn pulled his head down and kissed him.
He kissed her back. "It's a new record. We've never gone that long before."
She allowed the kiss, then moved away. "You're right. We must make that appointment. Call in a few favors. Tomorrow night, Chakotay. Dinner. An early dinner, and then.... early to bed."
"I have to deliver the final shipment to the Vidali. I'm taking the Delta Flyer and going alone. I should only be a couple of hours."
"Perfect. I'll be waiting for you. 17:00 hours, Chakotay. We can wait until then. Tuvok can have the bridge and disturb us on pain of death."
"He'll know what we're doing if you put it like that."
"Who cares. He should know by now that frustrated captains don't operate at peak efficiency."
Kathryn handed over to Tuvok almost as soon as Chakotay left at midday. She simply told him that she was taking the rest of the afternoon off, and that this evening she and the Commander wanted some private time to themselves.
Tuvok made no comment, simply stated in his dry way that they would not be disturbed unless absolutely necessary.
"That means nothing less than a warp core breech or a red alert, Tuvok," she said. "Fire, flood, pestilence, fighting crewmen, personnel problems, trade negotiations, first contact or runaway children don't count."
"I understand." If it was possible for a Vulcan to smile, then Tuvok came close in that instant. "I suggest you engage the privacy lock and remove your comm badges."
"I intend removing far more than my comm badge," she muttered as she left the ready room.
Once in their quarters, the first thing she did was dust off the place settings and alter the programming of the replicator. She placed candles around the room and changed the sheets on the bed, placing some scented massage oil on the bedside table in case that was where the evening took them.
Then she crossed to the console and recorded two messages, encoded for Chakotay's ears only and sent them to the Delta Flyer, encoding the first message to play thirty minutes after he left Vidal and the second twenty minutes after that.
Preparations complete, she ordered the computer to play some of her favorite classical music compositions, replicated herself a glass of wine and took a long leisurely bath.
Chakotay settled back in the pilot's seat of the Delta Flyer for the short trip back to Voyager. He enjoyed being alone in the 'Flyer. It was an easy trip, no real piloting skills were needed and it allowed him to relax, enjoy the stars and let his thoughts wander. It allowed him time to think about Kathryn.
He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of the evening. Ten days involuntary abstinence was a very long time for them. Both of them were tactile people, who enjoyed the physical side of their relationship to the fullest. Kathryn had surprised and delighted him with this earthy side of her nature when they first became lovers nearly a year ago. He had no doubts that she was looking forward to the evening as much as he was.
The console chimed, alerting him to an incoming message. He activated it, and was surprised when he had to enter his command codes as authorization.
Kathryn's husky voice filled the cabin.
Chakotay. By now you are nearly half way back to Voyager. I'm waiting for you, in our quarters. I've got dinner ready, and right now, I'm alone, missing you. All alone in my bath...
Chakotay's mind raced, picturing the soft lighting, warm water sending scented wisps of steam into the air, and Kathryn. He visualized her lying back in the water's caress, eyes closed, letting the oils smooth her skin. Her hair would be pinned on top of her head out of the water. Her breasts would be buoyant, turgid and full in the weightlessness of the water, dusky pink nipples just breaking the surface. The ripple of the water would hide the flat stomach and dense thicket of curls, but her creamy soft arms and shoulders would be revealed above the water.
Her voice continued to drift in the small cabin. I'm waiting for you, Chakotay. But it's hard. I'm just... so...
Her voice ended on an upward gasp. He pictured her hand drifting down between her legs, teasing and arousing herself even further.
Hurry home, Chakotay.
The message ended. Chakotay groaned and readjusted himself so that the pressure of his arousal would not be too uncomfortable. He considered relieving his tension, here in the 'flyer, but knew that Kathryn would be waiting for him. He thought that the first time would be explosive and urgent. The second time would be languorous, lazy and slow. He deliberately didn't think about the third time, because he knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself if he did.
He concentrated instead on the mechanics of flying the shuttle. He advised Tuvok of his ETA and settled down to watch the stars float past in ribbons of light.
Twenty minutes later, he had himself more or less under control. Voyager was looming on the forward viewscreen and he could see the shuttle bay doors, as he lined up for entry.
The console pinged again, alerting him to an incoming message. He activated it, with half an eye on his flight path into the shuttle bay. Once again, he had to enter his command codes for activation.
Chakotay. Kathryn's voice sounded desperate and strained. Ohhh.... Chakotay.... please, my love, come home. Come home now and fill me up with your thick, hard length. I want to feel you all the way inside me. Hard. Sure. Filling me as only you know how. I want to feel the jerk of you as you spill yourself inside me, sobbing my name. I love you. Now come and love me as only you can do. The message ended.
Chakotay couldn't help himself. Head thrown back and eyes closed, he listened to the voice of the woman he loved telling him how much she wanted him. One of his hands cupped his groin through his uniform, the other rested lightly on the Flyer's helm.
The Flyer was idling when he entered the shuttle bay. If he had been going any faster the resultant crash would probably have left the Flyer sharing quarters with Crewman Roberts and Crewman Creel, whose quarters were just the other side of the shuttle bay wall. As it was, the crash of the Flyer hitting the back wall and bouncing backwards nearly out of the shuttle bay doors knocked Robert's picture of his mother and his dog off the wall, and damaged one replicator panel.
The crash brought Chakotay to this senses. Quickly, he corrected his reverse motion and brought the Flyer to a halt. Powering down, he watched the shuttle bay doors close behind him, and saw the broken bulkhead in front of him.
Quickly, before Tuvok or anyone else could come and question him, he left the Flyer, hobbling as fast as his erection would allow towards the turbolift.
After all, Tom could build another Flyer and bulkheads could be repaired. But Kathryn just couldn't wait.
Two days later, Tom Paris took the Delta Flyer on a short mission to explore a nearby nebula. Alone in the pilots seat, with Sam Wildman and Neelix occupied in the aft section, he saw a message blinking on the console. It looked like a message that someone had played and forgotten to erase. He activated the play button and gasped as the Captain's breathy tones filled the small cabin.
His grin widened. When the message ended his fingers hovered over two keys; 'save' and 'delete'.
Sam re-entered the main cabin. "Funny, " she said. "I thought I heard the Captain's voice."
"Nah," said Tom. "You're imagining things, Sam."
His finger pressed one of the two keys.
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