Could I tell you?
By Sheri
NC 17
Kathryn leaned back on the couch and sighed. "That was delicious, Chakotay, thank you."
"You are very welcome, Kathryn," said Chakotay with a smile.
She took a sip of her wine and closed her eyes, simply enjoying the peacefulness of the night. No disasters, no shipwide malfunctions, yes, there were actually some nice times in the Delta Quadrant that allowed Voyager's captain to actually sit back and enjoy a night off.
"A penny for them," said Chakotay.
She lifted her head and opened her eyes. "For what?"
"Your thoughts. What's going through that head of yours?" he asked.
"Nothing actually, for the first time in a long time, not a damn thing," she said with a laugh. "How about you? Tell me, what exactly are you thinking?"
He looked down, grinning from ear to ear. "You really don't want to know."
Now she was curious. She sat up and leaned in close. "Oh no you don't, spill it, Chakotay."
He shook his head. "Well, when you were resting your head, I was thinking that I would love to kiss your neck."
"What?" she said, surprised.
"Come on, Kathryn. Don't you ever think about it? Wonder about us?" he asked.
She made a wry face. "I don't know Chakotay, I guess occasionally. I thought we were past that, I..." She didn't want to face this right now, her feelings for Chakotay were complicated. There was no doubt that she loved him yet command relationships and personal relationships were something that she didn't like to intermix, she had thought she had made that perfectly clear to him
"I know, and we are. I do realize the problem with command relationships and I know that here it wouldn't work, but that doesn't mean I don't think about it," he said.
"You do know how I feel about you, Chakotay, don't you?" she asked.
"Of course I know, and even through the worst of times it's what has held me together. I still have hopes that we will get home soon and we will both have a chance to..."
"Yes, me too," she admitted. She knew a smile had crept to her face, she had always thought it wasn't fair to make him wait and on occasion she had encouraged him to move on with someone else. He had found comfort a few times with someone else and although it tugged at her heart, she was thrilled to see him happy.
But now to hear even after all this time that he was waiting and hoping along with her...
They sat in silence, neither one of them wanting to break the mood. It had been a long time since they had mentioned their feelings towards each other that Kathryn wasn't sure what to say next. They weren't sure how long but it was Chakotay who spoke first. "Can I tell you?"
"Tell me what?" she asked, a little perplexed.
"What I would do?" he said, a smile creeping onto his lips.
She gave him a look, showing him just how confused she was getting. "Do what?"
"If we could?" he asked again.
"Chakotay," she started. He was teasing her, she knew he loved to do it. Besides there was a big part of her that missed it, maybe she would play along.
"If we could make love, could I tell you what I would do?" he clarified, thoroughly enjoying the shock look that crossed her face.
"Chakotay, I don't think..." she began completely shocked at the subject he chose; never before had he been so daring.
"There was a day when the two of us would flirt, and have fun with it," said Chakotay.
"I think this goes beyond flirting," stated Kathryn trying to keep at least a semi serious tone to her voice.
"I don't think so," he said. "It would simply be two people having a conversation."
"A conversation about sex," said Kathryn.
"One of the many topics of conversation we could have. So Kathryn, can I?" he asked again.
She opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off.
"You see, first I would kiss you, a kiss you would feel all the way through your soul. My tongue would find its way into your mouth, seeking out yours. I would taste you for the first time, a taste I know I would not forget."
"Chakotay," Kathryn muttered in half protest.
"I would then move to that neck of yours, that beautiful neck, and I would place my lips on every inch of it, seeking that spot that I know exists."
Kathryn didn't realize her hand had moved to her neck, softly caressing, following Chakotay's words.
Chakotay noticed and tried not to smile too widely. "My hands would move to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it one by one. I would inch that shirt off your shoulders until it exposed those beautiful breasts."
He paused, and watched as her hand slip down to the top of her shirt. His hands focused on her small hands hoping they would trail down further. When they didn't he let his eyes wander further down to her breasts.
Kathryn quietly gasped, his eyes were intent on her breasts, burning a hole through her shirt. She could feel the fire and fought her eyes to stay open and not let these feelings take control.
"I'm a hungry man, Kathryn, I would take those breasts into my mouth and suckle as if I could actually produce something; all the while I would also be removing your pants. My hands would move down to those beautiful auburn curls; they are auburn aren't they?"
Kathryn nodded her answer, now moving on autopilot.
"I thought so, I have imagined it plenty. Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes...no..." she stammered out. She was finding it difficult to form even one coherent thought.
"Which is it, Kathryn? I am not through with you yet," he said, flashing his dimples knowing the full effect they had on her.
"This isn't ... we shouldn't... Chakotay..." she moaned, he just wasn't playing fair. Goosebumps were forming on her skin as his words formed invisible hands that made their way down her body.
He just continued to smile. "You know where I would move next, don’t you?"
"Chakotay..." the words came out but this time it was more of a plea then a protest.
"I would remove your pants and your panties in one swift move. I would pull you to the edge of the couch and get down to my knees; as if I were worshiping you, because Kathryn, at that moment, I would."
"Oh," was all she managed to say as her head fell back against the couch and her hands moved down to her waist.
"I have to tell you this is my favorite part. There is nothing I love more then the pure taste of a woman; and taste you I would. My tongue would move through your silky lips to find that most sensitive nub of yours. I would then pull it between my teeth, gently, I don't want to hurt you and I would flick it with my tongue until you explode."
Kathryn groaned unconsciously as her hand lightly caressed her sensitive nub over her clothes. Her body jerked slightly; simply by his words he already had her on the edge.
"I know what you would say next. 'You're over dressed.' And of course I would have to comply. I would remove my clothes, quickly, as I wouldn't want to waste that afterglow you would be basking in. Then I would sit and pull you on my lap and in one delicious move my achingly hard penis would plunge into you."
"Chakotay, that's enough," she moaned.
"What's the matter, Kathryn. Don't you like what you hear?"
Once again she found her self speechless; what could she say? Her first officer was talking so erotically to her that she couldn't help but touch herself in the most intimate of ways. She knew she should stop him, make him leave but she couldn't. Instead she pressed her hand harder against herself, bringing her closer to the edge.
"I would move inside of you slowly at first, letting the orgasm build up. Then I would increase my movements until we were moving at such a frenzied pace that we wouldn't have any control. I would explode inside of you, but don't worry, you would too, have an orgasm that would nearly blind you."
Kathryn groaned again and sank back into the couch. One more move of her own hand and she exploded. Her eyes closed as the delicious feelings of the orgasm swam through her.
She lay still for only a moment before her eyes came open, she couldn't believe what she had just done. She slowly raised her eyes until she met his, finding them dark with desire.
"I know, I just wanted to tell you..." said Chakotay his voice showing the strain of what he just saw.
"You do have a way with words," she replied breathlessly. "Is this what I have to look forward to when we get home?"
"Hopefully before that but yes."
"Well, with that description, I think I am going to search for every means home we can possibly find," laughed Kathryn, the embarrassment now gone replaced by a comfortable warmth. Although they hadn't completely crossed the line she had clearly drawn, they had most definitely erased it.
Chakotay slowly got up from his seat. "I think I'll go back to my quarters, there is a cold shower with my name on it."
Kathryn bit her lip. "Sorry," she said meekly.
"Don't worry, I rather like them," he said jokingly. "I've always told you I understand and I do agree, Kathryn. But don’t think that means I've given up."
She stood in front of him. "I know." She should feel awkward after what had transpired that evening but she didn't. She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Sleep well, Chakotay."
He smiled at her. "You too, Kathryn." She watched him leave then moved to her bedroom, slowly stripping off her clothes.
She whispered to herself, "You're a lucky woman Kathryn Janeway, don't you forget that."