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Captain Kathryn Janeway was feeling less than captain-like and more than a little mischievous. The region of space the ship was traversing was as boring as any the Delta quadrant had offered them and this only exacerbated her problem. She knew that if she didn't let off a little steam she'd burst!
Looking lazily around the bridge she noticed that Chakotay was having a little trouble staying awake as he read another, doubtlessly boring, report on his console…in fact it looked like he was holding his eyes open by force of will only. Ahh, here was a likely victim. She let her gaze move on to Tom Paris who was busily typing in notes, about the betting pool or worse, to Harry Kim she guessed. She stood and moved towards the comm., and saw Tom quickly clear the screen. She rested her hand on Tom's shoulder before glancing over at Harry and saw him blush guiltily. The subject must have been more corrupt than she'd thought. She let a lopsided smile appear and saw Harry's body relax. She'd let him off the hook. Harry was too easy to bedevil.
She was aware that Tuvok had been watching her from the moment she stood and the rogue in her couldn't be restrained any longer.
Tom glanced up at her and caught the glint in her eye and asked, "Something you'd like to share, Captain?"
Kathryn looked back at Tom and smiled seductively. "Just a private thought, Tom. But I'm afraid there's only one person in the room I'd like to share it with." Her smile was wicked now and she noted the grin that Tom didn't bother to suppress. She slowly pivoted and saw that Chakotay was having no trouble with sleepiness now. He was as tense as a deer caught in a searchlight.
She moved languidly back towards her chair, letting her gaze lock with Tuvok. If anyone would catch the warning signs, her old friend should. She loved watching him tense up in disapproval; sometimes Tuvok could just be as prissy as an old maid, especially when he sensed the playful side of Kathryn Janeway.
"Tuvok, you have the bridge." She almost laughed aloud as Tuvok went in to 'full red alert mode.'
"Captain, may I speak with you privately for a moment." His voice was grim, and his intensity was like a physical push for her to agree.
She loved the power of these moments. "It'll have to wait Commander. I have business of my own that takes precedence right now." She was now standing right in front of Chakotay, almost knee to knee with him. Looking down, she caught his shocked look. Raising one eyebrow, she said in her sexiest voice, "Chakotay, in my ready room, now." The command in her voice left no room for protest, not that she was going to let him protest.
When he stood, she didn't move back, so that even Tuvok couldn't have slipped a hand between their bodies. She saw Chakotay swallow hard. She let him edge sideways, instead of moving away from him. Kathryn let her hands rest on her hips and turned to watch him walk into her ready room. Yes, he was definitely awake now, and very nervous. She licked her lips in anticipation. This was going to be fun!
She heard Tom's soft chortle and could feel Harry's amazement. Tuvok was probably glowering by now. She just had to throw a provocative grin over her shoulder at him as she entered her ready room.
Chakotay was standing by her desk, his hands clenched at his sides. "You wanted to see me about something, Captain?"
Kathryn decided to play with him a bit longer. "Yes…Commander." She smiled as she used his title mockingly. She circled him, moving in closer. She stopped in front of him, noting his pulse beating rapidly at his neck. "So formal. So aware of protocol. So very much a Starfleet officer." She watched his face stiffen. "I wonder where my Maquis rebel is now?"
His nostrils flared warningly. "Do you have something in particular you want to discuss, Captain." He added his own twist to her title now.
She wanted him stirred up. "How thick is that veneer, Chakotay? Is that rebel still inside of you? Do you still fight those impulses?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"If this is about me taking the ship away from you when Tuvok was brainwashed…" he started to say hotly.
Kathryn interjected in a cool voice, "No. This isn't about your mutiny, Chakotay." She was circling him now.
He whirled and said, "I thought we'd settled this already, Captain."
She smiled and said, "Chakotay, do you remember the day we met?"
He looked confused now, and off guard. Perfect.
Her voice was throaty now and she savored every word. "The day we were thrown together here in the Delta Quadrant, Chakotay. You were a Maquis rebel I was sent to hunt down and bring to justice. I was a captain who had lost almost half her crew." She moved closer.
He shifted uncomfortably, and she lay a single finger on his mouth. "Seven years, Chakotay." Her finger moved caressingly over his top lip, lingered on his bottom lip, slid over his chin and down to the hollow of his throat. Her other hand came up to rest over his heart, which was pounding as his breathing quickened.
"I wonder…" she moved in until her hips were almost touching his. She could feel his body heat, and saw the quick arousal in his eyes. He really was magnificent.
"Kathryn." His voice was husky and raw.
Not so formal now, was he.
"Chakotay, I need..." She let the words trail off sizzling into the air.
He groaned. "Kathryn." He closed his eyes, trying to regain control despite this unexpected assault upon the status quo.
"Seven…long…years, Chakotay." She moved her hand from his throat up to trace the tattoo at his temple. He turned his lips towards her hand as if it was beyond his ability to resist. She moved her other hand up to thread her fingers through the hair at his nape. She felt the spiral of longing blossom in her, in spite of herself. She took a deep breath.
"Duty. That's all I've had for seven years, Chakotay." His hips moved into contact with hers and his eyes blazed into hers. "Every day, Chakotay." She caressed his face, tracing the curve of an eyebrow, the line of his nose. Kathryn leaned in until her lips were nearly touching his. "And through every long and lonely night, Chakotay."
He grabbed Kathryn in a fierce embrace and ravaged her with his kisses.
Good lord, she thought, he's an even better kisser than I thought. Her mind was quickly becoming a fog as her own passionate nature took over.
When his hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, it was her turn to groan. Dear God, if he found the sensitive spot behind her ear, she'd be a lost woman. She hadn't counted on the effect of Chakotay's raw sexuality, or on the fact that it had been seven years since anyone had even come close to making her feel this way. Chakotay felt as if his most outrageous fantasy had suddenly come true and he was amazed that he was actually touching her -- kissing her. He reached under her clothing to caress her nipples. He circled one teasing it to erectness. He removed her jacket and lifted the turtleneck so his mouth could follow the path of his hands.
She suffered this sweet torture for a moment before she pulled him back to claim his mouth with hers. His kisses were like a drug. A girl could get used to this.
Chakotay let his hands roam over her back, reaching under the waistband of her trousers to cup her buttocks. He pulled her in to cup her hips against his arousal. Kathryn let one hand drift down to cup the length of him. She massaged him until he thought he'd explode. She was so passionate. Her skin was so soft, and her tongue was like hot velvet. He knew that if he couldn't sink himself into her body soon he'd come out of his own skin.
Kathryn hands had moved to pull up Chakotay's shirt so that she could feel his skin. She explored his back, tracing the muscles and delighting in his strength. He really was a big man. She raked her fingernails down the taut skin of his stomach and relished his growl of approval.
When Chakotay backed her towards the sofa she tried to pull herself out of the daze of sensuality she'd let herself slip into.
"Chakotay." Her voice was almost pleading.
He smothered any other words with a deep kiss. Kathryn moaned. She could imagine how wonderful sex would be with him, with that talented tongue.
"Tuvok to Captain Janeway." The words were repeated before Kathryn pulled herself together enough to answer. She didn't want to look at Chakotay's face. She had mixed feelings about Tuvok's interruption. Being saved by the bell was a blessing she didn't think she wanted anymore. Especially when she could still feel the brand of his hand on her skin, his mouth on her breast.
"What is it, Tuvok." She knew her voice was brusque and breathy. Now Tuvok would have no doubt what he had interrupted.
"I am just reminding you that we have a meeting scheduled in a quarter of an hour with Lieutenant Torres to discuss modifications to increase the warp core's efficiency." Tuvok kept his voice devoid of censure.
"Reschedule it, Tuvok. Tell B'Elanna that we can meet in an hour." Kathryn tried to sound brisk. "That'll be all, Tuvok." She cut the connection and slowly let her eyes meet Chakotay's. His eyes were hooded.
"Chakotay…" her voice was hesitant. She moved her hand to his cheek.
She knew how raw her own feelings were now. She could guess how vulnerable he must be. She stared up at him, and he covered her hand with his own. He kissed it, and moved away from her.
Chakotay stood facing her desk with his back to her. "Kathryn, I can't say I'm sorry." His back was so stiff and his voice revealed his resolve.
She would have to move carefully now. Any false steps would cost her-and him-everything. And she realized she couldn't make it without him, and the last seven years had been empty enough.
She moved over until she was standing just behind him. She forced her voice to be playful. "For a man who only has an hour, you certainly are wasting a lot of time."
He whirled to grasp her shoulders in a bruising grip. Searching her face to find the truth…the love there. He smiled, showing those gorgeous dimples of his. He pulled her body into contact with his. "You'd better call Tuvok back Kathryn. I have a feeling we'll want more time."
Kathryn gave him a grin and pulled his head down for a kiss.
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