They had a pleasant dinner in her quarters, after a hectic shift. With the ship in better shape now, they could turn their attention to happier matters. Neelix had been investigating old Terran traditions again and another celebration was in the works. Kathryn had discussed the matter with Neelix some time ago, but plans were interrupted by unexplained systems failures and so she had never gotten a chance to talk to Chakotay about his role in the festivities. They were both relaxed and comfortable, so tonight seemed a good time to broach the subject. She explained to him, that Easter had originally been a religious holiday, but evolved into the more celebrated secular holiday with traditionally fun activities, some of which she explained to him. And then – she told him what she had planned for him.
“You want me to do what?” He stood looking down at her, shaking his head. How did such a small woman always make him do exactly what she wanted?
“I want you to be the Easter Bunny.” She smiled up at him innocently, just as if she had asked him to pass the salt.
“OK.” He looked at her uncertainly. “First, I need you to explain just what this Easter Bunny is.” He knew he would eventually do whatever she wanted, but he would like to know, just what the hell he was in for this time. This did not sound like one of her more dignified schemes.
“It’s an old Earth custom….” She tilted her head and gave him a smile, that crooked smile, a sure sign he was in trouble.
“Don’t tell me---twentieth century earth.” He held up his hands. “What is this crew’s fascination with the twentieth century?”
“Here.” She crossed over to her desk. “Look at the picture.” She turned the screen around to reveal a large white rabbitlike creature holding a basket of colored eggs.
“Oh no.” He shook his head. “I am NOT gonna dress up like that!” He moved behind her to get a better look. “Kathryn, you know I love you, but there has to be a limit---even for me.”
“Well, --as adorable as I think you would be….” She turned toward him running her hands up his chest. “You don’t HAVE to dress like that --- I –ah –Neelix-- will -er- I’m sure---do that.”
“Oh? So what DO I have to do?” He was watching her face, could almost see the wheels turning.
“Just color the eggs and hide them all over the ship, so people can hunt for them.” She was sliding his jacket off his shoulders. “I’ll help you.” She tugged his turtleneck loose, sliding her hands beneath it.
“And how do we color these eggs?” He smiled, this didn’t sound so bad, still-- he was looking for the catch.
“Oh it’s not hard, according to my research, we dip them in a dye solution one by one.” She had his shirt pushed up and was spreading moist open kisses across his chest. “I already programmed the replicator…” Her tongue lapped at his skin. “To produce the dye in various colors.”
“That doesn’t sound too difficult.” He was trying to concentrate on the subject at hand, but her wandering hands were making that increasingly difficult. “Kathryn, If that’s all there is to it---why are you doing this?”
“Hummm?” She leaned away from him, her lower lip stuck out in a pout. “You don’t like?” Her hands were running around the waistband on his pants.
“Oh I like it, alright….” He bent and gently sucked the pouting lip. “Just curious…” He breathed his reply into her mouth, before meshing it with his own, his tongue sweeping past the moist lips pressed against his.
“You think I would---ahhhh…” Her head fell back, as his mouth sought the tender flesh behind her ear, his hands brushing her breasts, as they unzipped the jacket.
“Coerce me with sex?” His hands pushed off her jacket, he stepped back to raise both shirts over her head. “Yes.” The word caressed her neck in a rush of hot breath, his hands working the clasp that freed her breasts to the touch of his anxious fingers.
“That really isn’t necessary….” Her hands caressed his back, his shoulders and chest, her mouth following, tongue licking a path down his stomach, feeling the ripple of his muscles in response. “Now ---is it?”
“No--then why?” His fingers entwined in her hair, his resolve slipping away with his clothing.
“You’re delicious.” The warm moist rush of her words forcing him to responded with a growl, as one hand fondled the growing bulge in his uniform, the other laid waste to the fastener at his waist. She was sliding his pants over his hips, her mouth following inquisitive hands, across the taut skin of he stomach, over his hip feeling the short coarse hairs chafing against her chin. Her fingernails gently scraping the soft flesh of his buttocks, her lips explored the tender skin of his inner thighs, his hips moved involuntarily and she couldn’t hold back the smile, as she worked her way up his thigh.
“The catch, Kath…ohhh.” He groaned, allowing himself to indulge a moment, in the sweet sensations the hot wet velvet of her tongue produced, as she lapped at him.
“Mmmm-‘sno casshh.” She slurped, drawing him deep into her throat.
He was rapidly losing himself to her, something in his mind tried to warn him, but he pushed it away with a groan, as she sucked him deeply. God she felt good, he didn’t care what he had to do, his fingers tightened in her hair, as he thrust against her mouth, groaning. Tongue, lips, teeth working in unison, inflicting sweet torture in a velvet cage, pushing him beyond reason. His hips jerked forward, a lustful growl ripped from deep in his chest, his universe focused between his legs. Just as he though he would explode, she released him, standing to capture his mouth briefly, then kneeling to remove his boots. She helped him out of what remained of his uniform, allowing him to regain some composure.
As she stood, he pulled her to him, her breasts brushing his chest as their mouths met, hands roaming, exploring, caressing. His lips took hers forcefully, his tongue sweeping in to dance with hers, his hands roaming over her back, reaching under the waistband of her trousers to cup her bottom, pressing her tightly to him. He backed her against the bulkhead, moving to capture a taut nipple gently with his teeth, and slowly working his lips down her stomach, as he tugged off her boots and freed her from her uniform.
Raising one leg over his shoulder,
he spread moist kisses along a trembling inner thigh. “Kathryn.”
His warm breath caused her to shiver, as his fingers slipped through tender
lips, spreading her abundant moisture. She moaned as his tongue
dipped in to taste her. “The catch?” He lightly traced her inner
lips with the tip of his tongue. She groaned, tilting her hips but
didn’t answer. He pressed her wider, running a flat tongue
along her soft folds earning a deep moan as he lightly passed over
her sensitive nerves. His tongue continued its, soft, swirling, teasing motion, his fingers exploring her depth as she writhed against the cool metal surface. “The catch, Kathryn?” The vibration of his voice against her sensitive flesh ripped a growl from deep in her throat.
“No—ahhh ohhhh.” Her hands reaching blindly, trying to hold him to her as he eased back, watching her, as his fingers lightly stroked her just barely making contact. She pressed hard against the bulkhead forcing her hips forward, causing him to lose his balance and reach his hand back to keep from falling.
Before he could, recover she was there, pushing him flat to the floor, straddling his hips, crushing her lips to his. All thoughts of their conversation lost, as their bodies moving instinctively together, skin to skin, hands touching, tongues caressing, frantic movements intensifying, as they panted into each others mouths. Straining together, gasping, stroking, groping balancing on the edge, he could feel his control slipping, she was clutching at him, moaning, begging. He rolled her back to the carpet, and with several deep breaths, broke away to look down on her, heaving chest, flushed face. She raised her legs around him, with agonizing slowness and all the control he possessed, he entered her inch by inch. He drew back and entered over and over again in deep, slow measured strokes. She urged him on, increasing the movement of her hips, forcing him to stroke in and out faster, harder. She started to gasp with his movements, her inner muscles contracting in rhythm to his thrusts, moaning under him, her head tossing from side to side. Her nails raked his back, moans disintegrating into incoherent whimpers before crying out, as her body convulsed around him, sending him careening over with her.
He collapsed, pressing her to the carpet, as he tried to regain his breath. She cradled his sweaty body, running delicate fingers over the gashes in his back, kissing his neck and shoulder as she gently held him in place. He rolled to his side taking her with him, she snuggled to his chest, sighing continently.
“Kathryn?” He kissed the top of her head, lightly stroking her back.
“How long?” He smiled lazily,
“Huh?” She was drifting off to sleep, but he could feel her smile against his chest.
“How long do I have to wear the rabbit costume?”
She lifted her head and smiled. “Only a few hours.” She
kissed him gently and snuggled back down to his chest, feeling him
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