I really can’t say much of where this came
from. I know, this is nothing like “Janeway and Chakotay” that is my intention.
If it sounds far fetched to you, then I reached my goal, it’s only for
fun! And yes, a different excuse to get them in bed together (if they ever
make it there.)
PURSUIT
By Sheri
rated nc17
Captain Chakotay was, for the first time
in his life, speechless. He had a feeling that he was in for one hell of
a trip. First there was being pulled into the Delta Quadrant, finding the
Maquis, already there, then dealing with the Caretaker. Now the Maquis
captain had sacrificed her ship, to save Voyager so her entire crew was
on Voyager. He had to do something, but what?
Chakotay knew that he couldn’t keep the Maquis in the brig for the journey back to the Alpha Quadrant which meant he had to make them part of his crew or leave them behind. Since he would never do the latter even if his orders had permitted it, he had no alternative but to integrate the two crews. A true integration of the crews meant that they had to serve in the capacities and ranks their knowledge and experience warranted. Except for himself and Tuvok, Janeway was the most experienced person on board and frankly he preferred that Tuvok retain control of Security, so it only made sense to make her Voyager’s first officer.
It only made sense to make her first officer, if she hadn’t fled from Starfleet, she would probably already be Captain, she was definitely qualified. But there was something about her that made him a little nervous but he just couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Oh, he trusted Kathryn Janeway; he didn’t doubt that in a minute. Yes, she was dangerous, but he still trusted her.
He had to do this, “Janeway, could you please report to my ready room,” He asked, over the Comm.
“Sure thing,” she answered.
She stepped into the room; he spoke as soon as the doors closed behind her, “It is most common to refer to the person your speaking to, such as ‘aye Captain’, rather than ‘sure thing’ Janeway.”
“I am not a member of your crew.”
He didn’t let her finish, “Our crews are in quite a predicament here. We have two crews here, and only one ship. And I have no intention of dropping you and your crew off at the next available planet. You have nowhere else to go, and I have no intention of keeping you in the brig for the next seventy years. I would like to offer you the position of First Officer.”
“You’ve got to be kidding, isn’t Tuvok next in line for that job?” she was going to have to see the EMH, have her ears checked, she was definitely hearing things.
He wasn’t “No, I’m not. Tuvok is qualified, but I prefer he remain in security. Do you have a better idea?”
She smiled at him, “No, I guess I don’t. So I take it you want this to be a Starfleet ship?”
“This is a Starfleet ship, Janeway. I’m just proposing we integrate your crew with my crew. You can take some time to think about it if you need.”
She put her hands on his desk, leaning forward so that her shirt fell forward; she knew he could see her breasts since she wasn’t wearing a bra. “I don’t need to think about it. I’ll do it. The thought of… serving under you… is most appealing. I think I’m going to enjoy this trip.” With that she made a hasty exit. Chakotay leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes. He was certain she had fully intended that double meaning as his hands wandered down to his pants to adjust them slightly because they had suddenly become uncomfortably tight.
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Chakotay and Janeway quickly fell into an easy routine finding they worked well together. The Commander continued her flirtatious behavior but with the ongoing problem with various aliens they never went very far. They also had a few small problems with the two crews: one involving the former chief engineer of the Maquis and others involving a few other Maquis who were having difficulty settling in. Commander Janeway had no problems straightening out either situation. Regarding her former chief engineer B'Elanna Torres, she surprised Chakotay by recommending her for Chief Engineer of Voyager. Chakotay was hesitant at first, but was soon convinced she was the best choice. Now Chief Engineer Torres had Voyager’s engines running at peak efficiency. Tuvok handled the other reluctant enlistees and soon had them all falling in line.
Late one when evening, several months into their journey, Captain Chakotay was in the ready room finishing reports, Commander Janeway rang for entrance. She sauntered in, and up to his desk.
“Here are the reports you asked for … Captain.”
“Thanks, Commander,” he said, not looking up as he got up from his desk and moved toward the replicator. He ran right into her. She put her hands up to his chest, letting them linger there. “You should to watch where you’re going.”
“Sorry, I guess I do.” He attempted to move around her but she wouldn’t let him. Her hands began a path down his body but stopped just above his waist line, “Commander, I think you should… relax a little.” She let her hands linger, then slide lower to halt just above his groin; where they lingered for just a moment longer, “I need to get back to the bridge, am I dismissed?”
“Yes, of course.” He said, a little thrown off. Her hands just barely brushed against the bulge in his pants before she turned to exit.
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Chakotay watched Kathryn closely for the next few months. After the incident in the ready room, it was clear to him, that she had interest in him. He knew, however, that no matter how long they were here in the Delta Quadrant, he would have to spend that time alone. A relationship was just out of the question.
Janeway’s shift was over, and she was supposed to have dropped off the latest reports. Rather than wait until the next morning, Chakotay had decided to pick them up from her. He rang the chime to her door, and entered when the door opened. “Kathryn?”
“I’m in here, Captain,” she called from her bedroom. She emerged a second later, wearing nothing but a towel.
He turned away from her, “Commander I’m sorry for intruding. Perhaps you want to take a moment to slip something on.”
“I was going to take a shower before I slipped something more comfortable on, and then bring you the reports.” She retrieved the reports and handed them to him. He couldn’t believe what she did next. Still standing by her desk, she dropped the towel, and sauntered by him, “now, I am definitely taking my shower. You can join me if you like.” She was laughing at him as she disappeared into the next room. He heard the shower start, There was a big part of him that wanted to take her up on her offer, but he just couldn’t. After taking a few deep breaths to regain some control, he took the reports and left.
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Chakotay was just about to head back to his quarters, after his shift when Harry Kim stopped him in the turbo lift. “Captain, I don’t mean to be out of place, but if you’d care to join us, you’d be welcome.”
“Join you? Where?” asked Chakotay.
“Sandrine’s – one of Tom’s holoprograms. We go there to play pool, from time to time.”
“I love a good game of pool; sounds like fun.” He commented as he followed the young ensign to the holodeck.
They entered to find the room quite full. Chakotay noticed Commander Janeway right away. She was one of the few who were out of uniform, wearing a tight skirt that came to a few inches above her knees, and a loose fitting red sweater. Chakotay made his way past her and grabbed a cue, “So is this pool or billiards?” asked Janeway to Paris.
“Pool, Commander,” answered Tom Paris.
“Ah, yes, pool is the one with the pockets,” she said. “Do you mind if I give it a try?”
The holographic gigolo showed a great deal of interest as he tried to clear a way for her; she ignored him and turned to Chakotay.
“Captain, your stick?” she asked with a grin.
He shook his head. “It’s called a cue, Commander.” He explained, moving behind her to get out of the way, after handing her the cue. She bent over, positioning the cue with perfection then hit the cue ball, sending the several solids flying into the pockets. She had them going the entire time.
“Solids,” she called out before turning to face the dumbstruck men behind her, “who’s turn is it now?” She sauntered back to Chakotay. “I think you might need your … cue here. It comes in handy.”
He licked his lips. “Thanks.” He watched her walk away, with a definite swing to her hips.
“She sure is something else, isn’t she, Captain?” commented Paris.
“That she is,” was all he could say.
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He headed back to his quarters, after the evening in Sandrine’s in need of a shower-- a cold one. The Commander had put on quite a show with that skimpy outfit she had on. He was considering having a talk with her -- that was no way for a senior officer to dress, even if she was off duty. He stripped his clothes off and headed for the bathroom. Getting the water ready, he stepped in and let the cold water take effect on his body. He was about to reach for the controls and warm up the shower a bit when he saw a small hand there instead.
“This needs to be much warmer if I’m going to get in there,” said Kathryn. She turned the controls until a warm spray came out, then stepped in.
“I wanted a shower too, but mine doesn’t seem to be working right now,” she explained.
“Commander, I think you should leave,” Chakotay said, slightly embarrassed.
The shower stall was small so when she turned to face him, she had no choice but to rub up against him. “I think I need to finish my shower; hand me the shampoo?”
He stood in disbelief, yet reached for the shampoo and handed it to her. She didn’t take it at first, just motioned for him to do it. He couldn’t move; he was now rock hard and wanted badly to shove her against the wall and take her right there. “Commander, you… I…”
She finally took the bottle and proceeded to wash her hair, apparently oblivious to her distressed Captain. After rinsing her hair, she turned to face him. “Having problems, Captain?” she asked glancing at his hard member.
“Nothing that I can’t handle, now would you please leave,” he said, trying to keep control.
“Oh, I would be happy to handle that problem for you,” she laughed. Before he could say another word, she was on her knees and taking his penis in her hands. She slowly stroked, tentatively at first. She brought it to her mouth and licked the tip, then wrapped her whole mouth around it, slowly enveloping it with her mouth. She let it slide further down, but she gagged and quickly pulled back. Looking up she saw the Captain was too far gone to notice, so she continued her ministrations. Using one hand to cup his balls, and the other to stroke his shaft, she kept only the tip in her mouth, her tongue flicking over his small opening. He began to moan, so Kathryn took that as a sign that he was close and pulled back, just in time to have him spurt all over her breasts. She smiled and stood up, leaving the shower.
“Feel better?” she asked. She watched him as he caught his breath and regained his composure. Finally he spoke.
“Janeway, this has to stop. It is far from appropriate, and not the way an officer should behave.”
“I’m not a commander right now, I’m just Kathryn. Unlike you, I realize that I have to be me myself on off duty time, or I just might end up going crazy. Why do you have so much difficulty seeing that?”
“I’m the Captain of a starship; I don’t have off duty time. It may not be something you want to hear, but it’s a fact-- one that you have to face if you want this command relationship to last.”
Kathryn just shook her head. “It’s a shame because it doesn’t have to be like that.”
“Yes, it does. Now I would suggest you leave.”
She gave him a look, almost sad look, and left as ordered.
He shook his head, then decided it was time for bed but it was a while before he finally slept. There were too many thoughts on what he should do about this problem. Eventually, he fell asleep, with thoughts of Kathryn on his mind.
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He got up the next morning, feeling quite rested, despite the night before. He opened his closet door. He was late; he had bridge duty in 15 minutes. His closet was empty, completely empty. He headed for his drawers -- they were empty, too.
“Kathryn,” he yelled into the Comm badge. “Captain Chakotay to Commander Janeway.”
“Janeway here. What can I do for you, sir?” she asked.
“You can tell me where my uniforms are.” She must know, she was the only other person in his quarters besides himself.
“Now, why would I know that? They wouldn’t fit me.”
“Janeway, you are going to end up in the brig, sooner rather that later. Now give me back my uniforms, right now.”
“Sir, I’m telling you, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why don’t you replicate yourself a new one, and meet me on the bridge. We can see if we can figure out what happened to them from there.” He headed for the replicator, and attempted to get a new uniform, but the computer responded “replicator is offline.”
“Damnit,” he opened the line again, “Janeway, I’m not joking here.”
“What’s the problem?”
“You know damn well what the problem is! Now I suggest you get this fixed and walk yourself to the brig, because I’m sure you are going to end up there.”
She didn’t answer; instead the chime to his door rang. He tightened the robe around his waist and answered the door. “Here you go … Sir! I replicated it myself. And I let B'Elanna know your replicator needs fixing.”
He grabbed the uniform out of her hands.
“Thanks… I think.”
“No problem, Captain.”
He headed to the bedroom, quickly dressed, then headed back out to the living quarters, only to find Kathryn gone and the rest of his uniforms in a pile on the floor. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
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They had been on their journey for six months now, and the Commander hadn’t let up once on her advances. They were small, but they were there. She was one of the best first officers he had ever had; he couldn’t compare her to anyone. On duty she was the utmost professional, but off duty… well, off duty he didn’t know what to do any more. He even found her in his bed a few times, naked as the day she was born and sound asleep, like she belonged there.
He had to admit, that somehow that woman was worming her way into his heart. He loved her smile and her throaty laugh. He also looked forward to her constant touches, the way she would caress him when no one was looking. It was against everything he believed about command relationships, something ingrained in him after several years of serving in Starfleet, yet Starfleet was a long way away. Could he really expect himself to spend the next seventy years alone? He found the answer as he headed for her quarters after a meeting with Tuvok. He rang her chime and entered, “Kathryn?”
“I was just getting in the shower, Captain. What can I do for you?” she walked out in the all to familiar towel.
“Sorry for interrupting, it can wait,” he said, as he turned toward the door.
“Ok, if you say so. Unless … you want to join me,” she laughed turning back towards the bathroom. He shook his head. ‘Walk away, old man, you really have to walk away,’ he told himself. Instead he began removing his clothes, and followed her path into the bathroom.
Kathryn nearly jumped when she felt him come in behind her. “Well, hello! I didn’t really expect you.”
His hands wound up in her hair, massaging in the shampoo. “Do you want me to leave?”
She leaned back into him. “Oh no, definitely not.” She reached for the washcloth and poured on some soap, then began washing him, paying special attention to his growing erection.
He groaned when she touched him, “I guess you have me, Kathryn.”
She laughed, “ I guess I do.”
Their mouths met in a searing kiss before he pinned her against the wall of the shower and began to move his mouth lower. Stopping at her breasts, he let his tongue run over a hardened nipple before pulling it into his mouth. All the while his hands made their way down to the auburn curls between her legs. One finger dipped in, to make circles around her clitoris. She jumped, “Chakotay, stop.”
“Are you ok, Kathryn?” he asked, concerned.
“Yes, just not in here, Ok.” She smiled as she lead him out of the shower. They grabbed the towels and made their way to the bed. He slowly dried her off, while she did the same for him, kissing her all the time .He dropped his towel, and pulled her close, so he could place kisses on her neck. She broke away, and sat on the bed. Pulling him closer, she brought his hard member to her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, then took it in, all the way. She used her hands and mouth, to bring him to the edge, this time taking his seed down her throat.
He wasted no time; still in the fog of his climax he laid her down on the bed, and dove between her legs. Using his fingers to part her folds, his tongue went in for the kill, licking and sucking on her sensitive bundle of nerves. He had her writhing under him within seconds, until she was gasping for breath. He inserted one finger in her tight hole just in time to feel her orgasm take over. He watched her come down, “Goddss, Chakotay, that was incredible!”
He flashed his dimples, as he made his way up her body. He was hard once again, and eager to have her completely. He placed his hard member at her entrance, and kissed her as he plunged in. He was suddenly aware of just how tight she was, and the fact that Kathryn screamed in pain. Still buried to the hilt, he pushed him self up with his arms to look at her, “Kathryn?”
She was breathing heavy but managed to say, “don’t stop.”
He was concerned, but the sensations were overwhelming so he began to thrust, slower this time. His hand moved down to between them, to caress her clitoris. He wanted her to come with him. All the while Kathryn tried her best to stay relaxed and enjoy it. The pain eased some as the pleasure began to build in her belly. She found herself matching Chakotay’s moves, thrust for thrust. Soon her orgasm hit her, full force and she screamed. Chakotay followed seconds later, collapsing on her is he filled her with his seed. After he recovered somewhat, he suddenly rememered her reactions and rolled off her. She winced as his now flaccid member slid out. “Kathryn, why didn’t you say something? I would have been more careful.”
She bit her lower lip, “I didn’t want careful for my first time, I wanted you, all of you.”
He pulled her into his embrace, “I’m sorry, I hurt you.”
“Chakotay, yes it hurt, but it was a … glorious hurt.” She smiled at him to prove her point.
“Oh, Kathryn, what am I going to do with you?” he laughed.
“Oh, how about we try just for the glorious this time.”
“Again, but…”
She silenced him with a kiss before taking his member into her small hand to let him know she was more than ready to try again. They more than succeeded in just the glorious this time.
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Epilogue:
Chakotay stood in front of the view port watching the beautiful scene in front of him. It was Earth looming before them.
“You did it, Captain,” stated Janeway, who stood right beside him.
“No, Kathryn, we did it.”
“Sir, Admiral Paris is ready to beam aboard,” interrupted Ensign Kim.
“Very well, Ensign, I’ll go meet him.” Chakotay left the bridge, to meet the Admiral, then returned with him to the bridge.
The Admiral looked at Commander Janeway, shocked by her swollen belly. “Captain, could we speak in your ready room?”
“Of course, Admiral,” he answered, motioning towards the room.
Upon entering, the Admiral turned to him, “Captain, a pregnant first officer isn’t exactly a great impression, protocol does fall to her too, you do realize.”
“Yes, sir, I do. I don’t suppose you want to hear that the child is mine Chakotay added.
“Yours? You have got to be kidding me, Captain. I think…”
“Admiral, sorry, but you have to understand, it was different out there. We relied on each other, became a family. I am not ashamed to have Kathryn Janeway as my wife. And I am more than proud to tell you she is the mother of this child coming, and the four sitting in daycare right now.”
“Four? You have four children with your First Officer?”
“Five. Remember she is due with our fifth child in a few months.”
“Yes, how could I forget that? Captain, we sent you to apprehend her, did we not?”
“Yes, sir, you did. I do believe I carried out my orders, too.”
“Really? Just who apprehended whom,
Captain?” the Admiral asked.
End