Rated: NC-17
By: Tessa
Disclaimer:
Paramount owns ‘em.
Summary: Kathryn, put out of commission and into quarantine
by a bad case of the Kradin flu, has spent two days creating some hot daydreams
starring herself and you-know-who. What happens when she finally sees the
object of her fantasies face-to-face again?
This story is an epilog for
the Indian Captive Trilogy, and will make a little more sense if you read it
after them, but it can stand alone as a PWP. If you want to read the trilogy
first, go here:
I didn’t originally plan to
have an epilog, but the way “The Game” ended just sort of begged for one. Sheri
thought it was mean to leave Janeway all hot and bothered, so Sheri, this one’s
for you.
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Kathryn
Janeway buried her face in her hands. What in god’s name had she done, agreeing
to let Chakotay come over before this damned pain medicine had worn off? She
didn’t really feel loopy from it anymore, but the aphrodisiac effect seemed as
pronounced as ever. After two days of daydreams involving all manner of
compromising positions with Chakotay, now she was risking being in one for
real.
Be
careful what you wish for, she thought to herself. She had bitched and moaned
to the doctor about getting out of quarantine, and damned if he hadn’t sprung
her six hours earlier than she expected – before she could be free of the
medicine’s effects.
Suddenly
she thought about what she must look like. She could probably scare small
children. She leapt from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, dragged a brush
through her unstyled hair, and washed her face. No time for make-up, but that
was OK. If she didn’t look beautiful, maybe she wouldn’t feel beautiful, and if
she didn’t feel beautiful, maybe it would dampen her raging libido.
She
threw on the peach robe that matched the nightgown she was wearing, then
hurriedly walked back out to the living room to straighten up a little.
Be-boop. Damn, he was here already, and the place was a mess. Oh well. She was
sick, right? She was entitled.
“Come
in.” The door slid open and in he walked, a fine first officer and a hellava
sexy man. Gods, in only two days how could she have forgotten just how
incredibly attractive he really was? All the images of him that had been
floating through her drug-impaired mind paled in comparison to the genuine
article.
“Hi,”
he said simply, accompanied by a full-dimpled smile. Then he looked at her quizzically.
“Are you OK? Are you sure you’re feeling up to visitors?”
Oh
hell, she must have been gawking at him. “I’m sorry, Chakotay. This pain
medicine I’ve been taking has me a little dopey. Please forgive me if I act a
bit odd.”
He
smiled sympathetically. “It’s perfectly alright. I’m just glad to see you even
if you are a little dopey. It’s lonely on the bridge without you.”
“I’ve
missed you too,” she replied. You don’t know how much, she added in her mind.
“You know I don’t do well in isolation, at least not when my mind isn’t clear
enough to work.”
“I
know. I could tell by the way you didn’t want to end our conversations over the
comm,” he joked. He turned a little more serious. “I missed talking with my
friend. It would have been nice to have someone else’s perspective to help me
work through this business with the Vori and the Kradin,” he said ruefully.
“I’m
sorry, Chakotay. I’ve been so bollixed up with this damn flu I didn’t even
think about how you had been feeling. It wasn’t fair to saddle you with command
before you had even gotten over that,” she lamented.
“Don’t
worry about it, Kathryn. I’m fine. I’ve worked through most of it. It sure made
me empathize with Lon Suder, though – realizing how easy it is to lose control
to such basic instincts.”
“Come,
sit down,” she urged, motioning him to the couch. “Feeling adventurous?” she
asked, walking toward the replicator.
“Probably,”
he laughed. “What did you have in mind?”
“Would
you like to try some persimmon beer?”
“Persimmon
beer?” He searched his memory. “Isn’t that an old Cherokee drink?”
“You
got it. I ran across it while I was doing a little research, and just on a whim
I checked the replicator database. Would you believe there was a recipe for it?
Apparently at some point, Starfleet had some Cherokee officers. So you’ve
actually heard of it?” she asked.
“Yeah,
I remember reading about it, but I never tried any. You know about my deep
interest in anthropology; I often spend my free time reading up on all the
native cultures of North and Central America, not just mine. I’d love to try
your beer, but with the captain out of commission, I need to remain clear-headed, in case I’m called to the bridge,”
he said with a smile.
“Not
a problem,” she laughed. “It’s not alcoholic.” She placed the order and brought
the mugs over to the couch, sitting close to Chakotay. Closer than he was
accustomed, and he cast her a quick puzzled glance. As it was, it was already
difficult enough to be alone with her while she was dressed in such an alluring
outfit. Even with limp hair and no make-up, to him she was still the most
beautiful woman in the quadrant.
She
looked up at his short dark hair, combed back as it always was. She resisted
the urge to run a hand through it. “Ever thought about growing your hair long,
Chakotay?”
Where
did that question come from, he wondered. “Once in a while. I did wear it long
when I was a kid. But you know how it is in ‘Fleet. The regs permit it, since
they have to accommodate so many species and cultures, but woe be to the human
male who actually tried to take them up on it. I guess out here in the Delta
Quadrant maybe I could get away with it, if the captain approved.” He smiled
and took a sip of the orange beverage, wrinkling his nose. “This is a heady
brew even if it is non-alcoholic. Not bad, though, I could get used to it.” He
looked back up at her. “So what have you been doing for two days since you were
too impaired to work? How did you come across persimmon beer?”
Janeway
looked at him for a long time without saying anything, as his face slowly
became more concerned and puzzled. Hell, she thought to herself, she wanted
him, she’d always wanted him, and if she didn’t start something now that she
was a little bit out of control, she probably never would. Could she really
wait almost 70 years to get laid again?
“Kathryn?
Are you alright?” he was saying.
“Yes,
Chakotay,” she purred, her path now chosen. “Actually, I ran into the persimmon
beer while I was doing some research into several American Indian tribes.”
“You
were?” His interest was certainly piqued. “Any particular reason?”
She
got a rather naughty smirk on her face. “To be completely honest, I spent a
good part of the last two days writing trashy romance holo-novels in my head.
But the scientist in me demands a certain amount of authenticity even in my
daydreams, so I did a little research.”
This
was quite an interesting admission from the button-down Captain Janeway.
Chakotay wasn’t completely successful suppressed a grin. “Trashy holo-novels,
huh? Involving American Indians? Care to elaborate?” He was almost afraid to
hear it; he could imagine some pretty hot daydreams himself starring a virile
Indian male and a red-headed white woman.
She
leaned a little closer. “The old standard Indian captive plot. Spunky white
woman is captured by breathtakingly handsome half-naked Indian, and they spend
half the story fighting with each other, and the other half in bed having the
most glorious sex of their lives. She eventually realizes that they were meant
to be together and she willingly gives up her old life to be with him, and they
live happily ever after.”
Chakotay’s
golden skin took on a reddish hue as he processed what she’d said. He also
realized she was now close enough to him that he would feel her breath on his
shoulder if he weren’t clothed. “I take it you envisioned yourself as the white
woman,” he said softly. “Did you cast anyone in particular as the Indian?”
She
smiled and looked at him with a heated gaze. She nodded slowly, but said
nothing.
“Kathryn,”
Chakotay whispered, leaning a little closer to her. “Are you flirting with me?”
“No,
Chakotay.” She shook her head and whispered back. “I’m already past flirting.
I’m seducing you.”
His
eyes went wide with surprise. Janeway slid her hand behind his neck and pulled
him to her, locking him in a passionate kiss. As they sensuously explored each
other’s mouths, she shifted herself to straddle his lap.
Spirits!
Undoubtedly there would be hell to pay later, Chakotay thought, but if this was
the only kiss he would ever get from her, he would make it count. He wrapped
his strong arms around her and returned her kiss with a fervor that could melt
polyferranide. Then she began to undulate her hips, and his body responded
accordingly. Finally he broke the kiss, panting, and held Kathryn by the
shoulders to prevent her from going for round 2 just yet.
“Spirits,
Kathryn, what’s going on! Not that I don’t want this, but…this isn’t like you! Is
this you or is it just the influence of the pain medicine?” he asked, breathing
heavily.
“Yes,
and yes,” she replied enigmatically, trying to break his hold so she could
resume her advances. “I lied when you came in. This pain medicine was making me
dopey, but that side effect has worn off. I’m very clear-headed right
now. But even if it took a little artificial courage for me to finally take
this step, then at least I’m taking it.” She took his face in both hands. “I
know you used to love me. Do you still?” she asked point-blank, a little
worried that their recent disagreement over the Borg might have changed his
feelings toward her.
“You
know I do,” he replied earnestly.
“And
I love you, but I’ve put you through hell. Now I want to make up for it. And I
promise you, I’ll still respect you in the morning. I’m not going to try to
weasel out of our relationship tomorrow by telling you I wasn’t in my right
mind today. Fair enough?”
“Fair
enough,” Chakotay agreed, a bit shell-shocked at this turn of events. “But
Kathryn…why now?”
“Well,
Chakotay,” she said in a sultry voice. “I’m not dopey from the pain medicine
anymore, but it does have another interesting side effect.” Chakotay raised an
eyebrow in question, and he relaxed his grip on her. She leaned and growled
into his ear. “It has my libido at Warp 10. Do you have the engineering skills
necessary to handle that problem?”
“Oh,
I’m sure I can rise to the occasion,” he parleyed back. “Are you sure you’re
well enough?”
“I
have to be,” she moaned. “If I don’t satisfy this need I have for you, I’m
going to burst into flames…” She buried her face in his neck and began nipping
and licking him.
Chakotay
threw his head back in rapture and soaked up the feeling of his Kathryn finally
giving him what he had longed for. “Yes, I can feel the temperature rising to
dangerous levels. We’d better get these clothes off before they melt.”
He
pushed her robe off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the floor,
then he began working the nightgown up her legs. She lifted slightly to ease
his quest, as she herself concentrated on removing his uniform. Down went the
zipper of his jacket. He leaned forward and they locked lips while she pulled
the jacket off his arms. He let go of her gown long enough for her to finish
off the jacket and yank off the turtleneck as well. They both groaned in bliss
as she eagerly planted wet kisses all over his smooth golden chest. He resumed
his mission, and as he slid his hands along her thighs and hips, pushing the
gown ever higher, he received an erotic jolt when he realized that she wore no
panties.
Shortly
the gown joined the robe on the floor. Chakotay wrapped one muscular arm around
her waist, the other around her back. He slid his hand up to support her neck,
then bent her back to give him access to her inviting breasts. The peach
nipples were already tight little buds, looking like berries ready for picking.
Chakotay tasted one with his whole mouth, his soft full lips engulfing as much
of her pliant globe as possible, while his tongue flicked the waiting fruit,
then his teeth played at harvesting it. When he began to suckle, she drew in a
sharp breath and arched into him ardently. Her fingers were digging into his
back, her need for him spiraling out of control.
He
released her breast and looked in her eyes with incendiary passion. “Are you as
wet as I am hard?” his deep, sexy voice asked.
Kathryn
was nearly beyond speech. She nodded slowly. “Now,” she rasped. “Take me now,
Chakotay.” She lifted herself up a little and they frantically pushed his pants
out of the way. They locked eyes, with surprise, incredulity, awe, lust, love,
and a dozen other emotions passing between them in milliseconds, then Kathryn
impaled herself on him. She began to ride, trying vainly to slow herself down,
but there would be nothing slow about their first time. He thrust up into her
with a feral intensity, and she gave as good as she got. In only minutes, they
set each other off in a paroxysm of primal rapture, and she melted onto his
chest as if she were boneless. She could feel both of their hearts hammering as
they gasped for air.
Chakotay
embraced her tightly as they floated back down. “Not the slow, sensuous
lovemaking I envisioned for our first time,” he admitted with a satisfied sigh.
She
drew back to look at his face. “I knew it would be this way. I knew that we
would be consumed in a conflagration. I just hope to gods we don’t get burned.”
She lay back down on his chest.
“Kathryn,
I will do whatever is necessary to make this work. I am your captive,” he said fervently.
She smiled broadly and caressed his face. “That reminds me. I would love to
hear your Indian captive fantasies.” He got a wicked gleam in his eye. “In
fact, I have no doubt I would be willing to act them out with you, as long as
no scalping is involved.”
“Hmmm…”
signed Janeway, considering the possibilities. “Maybe we’d better reserve some
holodeck time…”
The
End (or is it just the beginning???)