Hand Lotion

Rated: NC-17

By: Tessa

Disclaimer: Paramount owns ‘em.

Summary: My plot-what-plot turbo lift story, inspired by…well, you can figure out for yourself what inspired it.

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Alpha shift was over, and for once Captain Janeway was going off duty at something close to the official time. She stepped out of her ready room and strode purposefully toward the turbo lift, realizing a moment too late that Commander Chakotay was heading the same way. Damn. She didn’t know what was going on with her, but lately her hormones had been going into overdrive. Her attraction to the handsome first officer had always had peaks and valleys, but in recent days she was finding that close proximity to him was more difficult than she could ever remember.

Less than an hour before, they had been going over reports in her ready room together. His nearness had nearly driven her insane, especially when he had stood behind her chair, looking over her shoulder as they studied a display on her computer screen together. He had accidentally brushed his hand against her neck – her absolutely much too sensitive neck – while reaching to point out something on the screen, and it had taken every bit of her resolve not to whirl her chair around and pull him down on top of her. She did NOT need to be alone on a turbo lift with him, but it was too late to back out gracefully.

"After you, Captain." Chakotay gestured toward the empty lift, and Janeway preceded him into it. She tried not to stand too close to him as it began to move, but like a moth to the flame, she couldn’t resist touching him every opportunity she got.

"Commander, your rank bar seems to be askew," she noted, and she reached to his collar to secure it properly.

"Thank you," Chakotay said and smiled at her, laughing inwardly to himself. *What’s gotten into you, Kathryn? You just can’t seem to keep your hands off me lately. Guess I’ll enjoy it while I can, no telling how long it will last.*

As she drew her hands away, he caught a whiff of an intriguing, somehow familiar odor. Without thinking, he grasped a retreating hand and pulled it close to his nose, inhaling deeply. The awareness of the source of the scent struck them both, full force, in the same moment. It had been quite a while since he had smelled that particular odor, perhaps he was mistaken, but he saw confirmation in Janeway’s mortified eyes and the blush that was spreading across her cheeks.

Ordinarily he would be mortified as well, and would scramble for some way to cover his faux pas and alleviate her embarrassment. But the way things had been going lately – well, her constant touching had been wreaking havoc with his ongoing efforts to stay within the bounds of their platonic friendship, which was clearly her wish. At least, it had been clear. Now it was getting very muddy. In a split second decision, Chakotay chose a different path.

"Very provocative fragrance you’re wearing, Kathryn. New hand lotion?"

His intonation conveyed perfect innocence, but Janeway could tell by his smiling eyes and his half-dimpled smirk that he knew exactly what he was smelling, and most likely, exactly why he was smelling it.

After he had left their meeting in her ready room, she had given into her sexual frustration and taken care of her ache "single-handedly". Unfortunately, she had been called to handle some minor crisis before she could scrub her hands thoroughly enough to completely dispel the stubborn scent, and it had slipped her mind.

She opened her mouth to answer, but no words came to her. Chakotay stepped closer to her and his dark brown eyes compelled her complete attention. In a low, beguiling voice he said, "Been relieving some tension, Kathryn? You know I would be more than willing to help you release your tensions. You don’t have to do everything yourself." He let go of her hand and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Janeway’s heart pounded as she made a split second decision of her own. Breathlessly she replied, "I suppose that would be apropos, considering that you are the cause of those particular tensions, Chakotay."

"Halt turbo lift," Chakotay commanded, and his lips closed the rest of the distance to hers. She dropped the padd she was carrying. Gods, it was finally happening, he thought this moment would never come, he was kissing her, his arms were wrapping around her, hers around him, this was heaven, pure heaven…

"Say no now, Kathryn, or I won’t be able to stop, the scent of you is driving me insane," he breathed into her ear.

"Gods, don’t stop, don’t stop…" she moaned back.

"This will be very fast, then we’re going to my quarters to do it right," he asserted as he pulled her body tightly against his own.

"Mmmm hmmmm…" she inarticulately assented as she buried her face in his neck.

Chakotay spun Janeway around to face the wall. He unzipped her turtleneck as far as he could without removing her jacket, then began kissing and licking her very receptive neck. He pulled her shirt and tank out of her pants – thank the spirits they had both stopped wearing those horrible jump suits – and a strong soft hand wandered up her bare torso to her curvaceous breasts, stroking the taut nipples softly through the silky material of her bra. His other hand moved down to lower the zipper of her pants and slipped inside; he was pleased to note she wore them loose enough to allow him room for the manipulations he had in mind. The questing hand continued underneath her delicate panties; it soon found the source of her alluring fragrance and milked her for more with slow, steady pressure.

Janeway was already panting so hard she thought she might hyperventilate. The sensation of Chakotay attacking all three of her most erogenous zones at one time had her on the brink of ecstasy in mere seconds. She braced her forearms and head against the wall, and moved her feet further apart to increase his access. She spiraled upward, moaning, her hips rotating back against his rock hard erection. Their position was far from optimum, not an article of clothing had been removed, but that didn’t matter, his skillful stimulation was quickly launching her into orbit, and she was taking him with her.

She choked back her scream as her climax erupted. He followed a few moments later with a loud groan. She leaned against the wall; he leaned heavily against her, and they recovered as quickly as they could. Timing was everything when one chose to use the turbo lift as the site of a romantic assignation; they couldn’t dally. Janeway quickly stuffed her shirt and tank back into her pants and zipped them. Chakotay zipped up the turtleneck.

"Ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Resume lift. Deck 3," he ordered. The lift began to move again. He bent down and retrieved her dropped padd from the floor. "Mind if I borrow this for a minute? I seem to have a spot of something on the front of my pants." He grinned in a full dimple alert. "We wouldn’t want anyone to speculate about what we’ve been doing in here."

The turbo lift door opened and they walked down the Deck 3 corridor as fast as propriety would allow. Chakotay held the padd in a strategic position.

"Let’s go to my quarters, Chakotay," Janeway whispered. "The bed is bigger."

"Who needs a bed," he smiled lasciviously. "My quarters are closer." At that, they arrived at his door, which he quickly opened, and they all but tumbled into the room.

"Oh gods, Chakotay, I need to feel your skin, I need to taste you," Janeway groaned lustfully. Chakotay tossed the padd aside and they locked into a passionate kiss, wordlessly unzipping, unfastening, disrobing one another as expeditiously as possible. As soon as they were both naked, he used one leg to pull her off balance and lowered her quickly to the floor, on top of a beautiful Navaho rug that covered the Starfleet standard-issue carpet, and then he was on top of her. She gasped with surprise when she felt his thick hard rod pressing against her leg. It had been less than five minutes since he had gone off in the turbo lift.

"Good lord, Chakotay, you’re not a teenager. How did you manage to reload so fast?" Janeway panted.

"A lot of lost time to make up for. He’s been waiting for this for a long time, and so have I." With the tip of his tongue he began teasing just the erect nub of her breast; she arched her back and surged toward him, wanting him to engulf her and suckle her like a babe. He obliged, and soon she was making unintelligible sounds of pure pleasure.

Before long she was nearing another climax. "I want you inside me, now, Chakotay," she hissed. He was happy to comply, and slowly worked his hard length into her waiting warmth. They both sighed with pleasure, then began panting and groaning together as their rapture grew. Before long they exploded together in several moments of pure bliss, and collapsed, satiated.

They held each other tenderly as their breathing returned to normal, then Chakotay rolled to his side and gently ran his finger around Janeway’s face. She smiled contently and searched his deep brown eyes.

"Why now, Chakotay? What made you so bold in that turbo lift? Your flirtations were never so overt before."

"I could ask you the same question. Surely you realize how much you’ve been touching me the last couple of weeks – I can only take so much. You have no idea what that does to me, Kathryn. You’ve been making me crazy. And the smell of your own arousal on your hands – don’t you know that’s possibly the most potent aphrodisiac you can use on a man? Especially when I realized you probably acquired it soon after I left your ready room. I’m not an egomaniac but I couldn’t help but suspect that I had contributed to your state – and you said as much in the turbo lift. What’s changed in the last few weeks to turn up the heat?" He smiled warmly.

Janeway pursed her lips. "I really don’t know, Chakotay. If I didn’t know you better I’d swear you were spiking my coffee with something. My hormones seem to be raging and I have no reason for it. I just know that the very sight of you whips me into a frenzy."

His dimples broke out in their full glory. "I’m delighted to hear that. I hope whatever’s causing it never goes away, because I don’t think I can ever get enough of you." He ran his hand all along her body, down her belly, into her thatch of hair. He dipped his fingers into her dampness, then rubbed them together as he brought his hand up to sniff it.

"And Kathryn," he grinned, "thanks for sharing your hand lotion."

The End