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First Place in Repression
Kathryn left Tuvok in the brig and headed for the bridge. In spite of Tuvok’s best efforts, Teero still had a very powerful hold on him. They needed to find a way to put a stop to this before it got completely out of control.
The Captain looked back to find her First Officer and best friend holding a phaser aimed directly at her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kathryn turned and faced him squarely.
"I think it's obvious," Chakotay’s mouth smiled at her, but his eyes held fire. "I'm taking control of your ship. Within the hour, all Starfleet personnel will be locked in their quarters. Step back in the brig, Kathryn."
"What's Teero done to you?" Kathryn searched his face for some sign of her trusted friend.
"He simply helped us remember who we are," Chakotay recited, as if programmed. "We're Maquis. We've always been Maquis."
"The rebellion ended three years ago!" She hissed at him. "You know that!"
"In the Alpha Quadrant, maybe," Chakotay grabbed her arm assisting her, less than gently, back to the brig. "Not on this ship."
"We're 35,000 light-years from Earth, Chakotay," Kathryn argued, as they re-entered the brig. "No one out here even knows about the Maquis. It doesn't make any sense. There's nothing you can accomplish!"
"As long as we exist," Chakotay gestured for the Maquis stationed at the controls to lower the force field. "so does the rebellion."
"That's Teero talking," Kathryn argued as he pushed her roughly into the cell "He was unstable. You said so yourself!"
"We have no intention of hurting any of you. Just cooperate."
“Such comfort.” Kathryn looked up at Tuvok’s passive face.
"Your orders...Captain?" Tuvok turned and asked Chakotay.
"Take your station." Chakotay ordered Tuvok and turned back to Kathryn. “We are looking for a suitable M class planet. As soon as we find one, we will put you and whatever part of your crew is stupid enough to remain loyal to you, off my ship.” Chakotay moved his former captain deeper into her cell.
“How very civilized of you, Commander.” She saw him bristle at the use of his rank.
“It’s Captain now, Kathryn.” He stressed her name. “You know, you might want to consider staying on board, yourself.” He ran his hand up and down her arm. “I’m sure we could work out an arrangement.”
“The only arrangement that will suit me will find you behind a force field in this brig.”
“I was thinking of something a little more private, but suit yourself.”
Chakotay placed his hands on ether side of her face and drew her closer. Kathryn pushed against him but lost her battle to his superior strength. Chakotay brought his lips to hers, his mouth crushing against hers, his tongue forcing its way past her tight lips to play across her clenched teeth. As Kathryn struggled, she could feel his chuckle against her mouth. His hands wandered down her back, one moving between them to cup her breast.
“You bastard!” Kathryn broke away and slapped him. The force of her hand raising a welt on his cheek.
“I could have you shot for that, Kathryn.” His hand touched the reddened spot on his cheek. “Assaulting an officer; you know better than that.”
“You don’t have the balls!” She hissed at him.
“Oh? He grabbed her arms and dragged her closer. I’ll show you who has balls, Kathryn.”
“Torres to Chakotay.”
“Go ahead.” Chakotay maintained his grip on Kathryn.
“Deck Eleven is secure, Sir.”
“Good work, B’Elanna. Meet me on the bridge.”
“I’ll be back.” Chakotay shoved Kathryn back causing her to fall on the bunk. He snickered. “Maybe this isn’t such a bad place.” He turned and walked out. “Doyle, see the lady isn’t disturbed—by anyone.”
Kathryn sat up on the bunk, rubbing her arms where his tight grip would certainly have left bruises. She had to think. They had to be trying to run the ship terribly understaffed. Even if they had the cooperation of all the former Maquis and persuaded a few of the Starfleet crewmen to join them, they would still have at best, only half a crew. That meant that they couldn't spare many hands for security. If she could gain access to the computer, she could disrupt the interface and bypass the locking system. Of course, with computer access she could do most anything. Access to the computer was easier said than done. By now, he would have had all her codes removed and replaced with Maquis codes. She had a few tricks up her sleeve, too, but she needed to access the main core to use them. Access meant getting out of the brig first.
Kathryn crossed over to the force field. As she suspected, only one guard on duty-Doyle. He was a good man, loyal, and now she sensed that loyalty was divided. He must have known she was standing there watching him, but he never lifted his eyes off the console. Kathryn wondered if he might be a weak link.
"Ma'am?" He looked up, quickly covering the sad uncertainty in his eyes.
"Could I get a drink, coffee maybe?"
"Sorry, Cap...Ma'am, water is all I have right now."
"That's fine. I just need to wet my throat."
"Step back, please." He waited for her to move to the back of the cell before dropping the force field and approaching, water in one hand, phaser in the other.
Kathryn reached for the water. If she knocked it up at him he would be momentarily off balance and she might have a chance to disarm him. Something in his behavior led her to believe he would be reluctant to shoot her- it was enough, but before she could bet her life on it, they had company.
"Don't even think about it, Kathryn." Chakotay stood in the open door way.
"Thank you, Crewman." Kathryn accepted the water calmly. She glanced up at Chakotay innocently. “Commander, how nice of you to visit.”
“It’s 'Captain' now, Kathryn.” He stepped past Doyle and ran his fingers across her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’s a shame you won’t ever accept that. I guess in your eyes the only way I get to be captain is if you’re dead.” He shook his head. “Shame. Tuvok.” Chakotay stepped aside to allow Kathryn to see Tuvok now standing behind him.
“The lady thinks she’s still captain and you being a loyal officer- you are a loyal officer, aren’t you?”
“Then prove it.” He removed the phaser from his belt and passed it back to Tuvok. “It’s set to kill.” Chakotay moved away. “Kill her.”
Kathryn looked up; Tuvok glanced at the weapon in his hand then raised it toward her.
“You said no one would be hurt.” She glared at Chakotay.
“It only hurts for a second, Kathryn.” He smiled at her.
“Tuvok, don’t do this.” Kathryn could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Tuvok was just watching her. Chakotay’s smile was gone, now he showed no emotion at all. My god, she was going to die at the hands of her two best friends. “You don’t have to do this. You are in control, Tuvok; not Teero, not Chakotay.”
Tuvok aimed the phaser and fired--nothing happened.
“This weapon is malfunctioning.” Tuvok calmly handed the phaser back to Chakotay.
“I know. Take the bridge.” Chakotay watched her quietly until Tuvok left. “If I want you dead, you will be. Learn to cooperate and this doesn’t have to be unpleasant.” Yanking her forward, Chakotay pressed his body tightly to hers. “If you loosen up, you might actually enjoy this.” Chakotay dropped his mouth to hers, brutally taking her lips as he ground their lower bodies together. He pushed her down on the bunk. “I have a mutiny to handle, then I’ll be back for more.”
Kathryn tried to catch her breath and calm herself as she watched him leave.
“Don’t trust her, Doyle. I’ll be back.” Chakotay chuckled on his way out of the brig.
Much to Kathryn’s relief, Chakotay didn’t come back. Doyle finally got her some coffee and a sad excuse for dinner, but he had two other Maquis there before he dropped the force field to bring it to her. She had missed her first chance but she was right, Doyle was a weak link. The coffee was welcome; the food didn’t interest her at all. After too many monotonously silent hours in the brig, she dozed off.
Kathryn woke to the sound of voices. She opened her eyes and was immediately flooded with memories. Not the least of which was that she was a prisoner in her own brig. She must have slept a while, she wasn’t sure how long she had been here; the lighting was dim so it must be night. The voices outside the cell drew her attention, again.
“Lower the damned force field before he kills us both.”
“I don’t know, Mike. He said no one was to see her.”
“I don’t care what he told you.” Ayala’s voice was restrained but strong. “He told me take her for a walk. You know, break her in the Maquis way. He sure won’t be happy if I tell him you wouldn’t let me.”
“Mutiny or not.” Doyle was very unsure. “We both know how he feels about her. Even now, he would never order such a thing.”
“OK, suit yourself.” Ayala’s voice got farther away. “I’ll tell him you know better then he does what he wants.”
“Mike, wait. Can’t we hail him and ask?”
“If the comm. were working and if you wanted to get phasered for questioning his orders.”
“OK, OK, but…”
“Relax. Would I do anything he didn’t want done to her. Come on, you know his temper. I’m not that stupid.’
Kathryn heard the sizzle as the force field dropped; she didn’t move, still pretending to be asleep.
“Get up, bitch!” Kathryn didn’t move so Ayala reached down and hauled her to her feet. “I said get up!”
Kathryn glared at him and he laughed.
“We’re going to see just how tough you are. The Captain likes his whores well trained and I'm just the man to do it.” Ayalya twisted her arms behind her back and secured them there with electronic restraints. “Move.” He pushed her toward the front of the cell.
“Where you taking her?”
“Ahhh, some place fun.” Ayala laughed and leaned in to whisper conspiratorially . “We have this little playroom on the holodeck and with the safeties off there are enough toys in there to make this bitch beg in short order.”
“Want to come watch?”
“Thanks, but I better not leave my post. Prisoner or not Chako—the Captain doesn’t like that.”
“Right and he is in a murderous mood.” Ayala shoved Kathryn forward and she stumbled. “Move!’ He pulled her up by her hair and shoved her into the hallway.
Kathryn was quiet as they moved down the corridor. They passed several crewmen, most ignored them; one nodded at Ayala and leered at Kathryn.
“This isn’t the way to the holodeck.”
“Shut up, bitch!”
Ayala called for the lift but was less then happy to find it occupied. He shoved Kathryn inside.
“Where to Mike?” Gerron eyed the Kathryn
“Going have a little fun.” Ayala pushed Kathryn against the back of the lift and yanked her head back by her hair. “Maybe right here.” He forced his mouth over hers, one hand tearing open her jacket and roughly squeezing her breast.
Gerron watched for a minute as the Captain struggled to fight off Ayala without the use of her hands, then left them alone in the lift.
“Deck twelve.” As soon as the doors closed, Ayala stepped away from the Captain.
Kathryn watched him as he leaned back against the wall. He didn’t say anything or even look in her direction but he made no move to touch her again either. He had ordered the lift to deck twelve; the holodecks were located on deck six.
The door opened and he stepped up and took hold of her arm pushing her out of the lift. Once He established they were alone in the corridor, he loosed his grip and guided her more gently into a storage room, closing the door behind them.
“I’m sorry, Captain.” He released her wrists from their binding. “I had to make it look real.”
“What’s this all about?” Kathryn rubbed the circulation back into her arms and stared.
“I’m not one of them, but only Torres, Chakotay and Tuvok seem to know it so far.”
Before she could question him farther the door opened. Ayala pushed the Captain aside and drew his phaser.
“If this is how you treat your friends, Lieutenant, I may prefer to be your enemy.” Seven closed the door behind her. “Captain.” She nodded.
“Seven.” Kathryn looked from on to the other. “How many of us are there.”
“Just us for now, Captain. The others are still locked down.” Ayala explained. “We wanted to be sure we got you out before they discovered us.”
“I see and do we have a plan?”
“So far, Captain, I have taken the comm. system off line and disrupted the internal sensors. Lieutenant Ayala’s primary mission was to rescue you.”
“I figure they have at best half a crew and if Doyle is any guide, Chakotay can’t depend on all of them.” Kathryn rubbed her arms as she paced the small room. “Without enough personnel to run the ship, they don’t have the luxury of a lot of security.”
“Correct, Captain. They have begun to relocate the Starfleet crew to quarters on deck 13.”
“Engineering barely has 13 people and they can’t all stay on duty all the time.” Mike took a seat on a storage container. “Chakotay has B’Elanna on the bridge.”
“Good, an angry B’Elanna is worth ten crewmen.” The Captain smiled. “Good work, you two. With a mostly empty engineering one deck up and the Maquis moving the rest of the crew just one deck down we should be in good shape. Not to mention the main computer core just down the corridor.” She nodded her head. “I still have a few tricks he doesn’t know about.”
“It will not take B’Elanna long to bring up the comm. system.”
“And the first thing they will probably discover is that I’m missing.” The Captain checked the corridor. “We won’t have much time if she gets the internal sensors working.” She removed her comm. badge and passed it back to Seven. Disable this and both yours also.”
“I have encrypted the obstruction.”
“She’s good; it won’t stop her forever. We can’t take chances.” The Captain waved them into the corridor behind her. “First we pay a visit to the computer then we’re going to take engineering.”
Seven glanced back at Ayala, who looked as uncertain as she. Silently, they followed the captain to the computer access.
“First things first.” Kathryn began typing codes into the computer. “You sneaky bastard!” She mumbled causing the others to give each other a questioning look. “Ha, not as smart as you thought!”
“Captain?” Seven questioned
“He changed all the codes- naturally.” Kathryn looked up and smiled as she typed the last few codes. “Has a few Maquis overrides in there, but…” She stood up and smiled. “He has underestimated me. Let’s go.”
“What did you do?” Ayala looked skeptical.
“Effectively, I just lock them out of control. I activated a virus that will wipe out the new command codes and replaced them with my own.” Kathryn saw the concern on their faces. “Too easy I know, but Voyager is my ship and the Maquis weren’t the only ones with second thoughts when we came together. Now, we have to get to engineering. In about ten minutes, they will realize what happened and the command center will automatically switch to the aft station in engineering. We need to be in control there before that happens.”
“Just the three of us?”
“That’s all we have for now, Lieutenant. Once we secure engineering, we can work on freeing the others. Let’s hope your cover hasn’t been blown.”
The opening of the hatch drew nervous attention. Hargrove and Carlson quickly moved beneath it, phasers drawn.
“Hey, point that fucking thing somewhere else.” Ayala shouted as he lowered himself to the deck, still hoping his defection had not yet been discovered.
“Mike, man you scared the hell out of us!”
“I’ll do more than that if you don’t put that thing away.”
Mike scanned the room, purposely leading the men away from the open hatch.
“What’s going on out there?” Jor rushed up to him. “It’s eerie locked in here with no communications.
“Damn, there are only five of you in here?” He did a quick recount. “Where the hell is Torres? I’m looking for Torres.”
“Yes, there are only five of us and Torres was with Chakotay last time I knew.” Hargrove complained. “Don’t know how she thinks five of us can keep this thing running.”
“Come on, Mike, you’ve been out there, what’s going on? How many 'fleeters are with us?” Jor badgered him for information and the others drew closer to hear his reply.
”I don’t know much, a few 'fleet-about 60 of us all together, mostly Maquis.”
“The Captain? I heard he killed her—did he?”
“I’m right here, Crewman Jor.”
The five surprised crewmen turned toward the familiar voice, reflexively reaching for their weapons.
“Drop your weapons.” Seven's calm voice ordered.
“Do as she says, guys.” Mike watched the shock on their faces as they found themselves surrounded by drawn phasers.
Seven quickly erected a containment field around the five Marquis. The Captain checked the aft console, smiling as it acknowledged itself as Voyager’s new command center.
“We have the ship; now we need the crew.” Kathryn looked up as Ayala joined her. “Good work, Mike.” He just nodded. “I know this can’t be easy for you. These are your friends after all, but try to keep in mind their minds are under Teero’s control.”
“I know that here.” He pointed toward his head. “But..”
“I know, Mike.” Placing her hand over his, she gave him a smile.
“Yeah, better than the rest of us, I’m sure.”
Their quiet conversation was interrupted when the main door to engineering slid open. Ducking behind the console for cover, they quickly drew their phasers. Tuvok was the first to enter; Kathryn tensed. Behind him came Harry and Tom.
“Mr. Tuvok.” Kathryn called as she stood phaser at the ready.
“Captain.” He approached slowly, his empty hands in plan view.
“Feeling better, Mr. Tuvok?” She eyed him, smiling and lowering her phaser as more of her Starfleet crew passed through the door.
“Much, Captain. I have regained control.”
With control of the ship’s computer and her crew freed, the Captain set in motion a plan to retake her ship deck by deck. Small teams took separate sections as they combed the ship one deck at a time. Tuvok repatriated the Maquis as each group was captured and returned to sickbay. Almost twenty-four hours later the only mutineers left free on the ship were Chakotay and a small band of Maquis, which included B’Elanna. The Captain was about to personally lead a search team out of engineering when they saved her trouble.
The main door opened and the Captain found herself face-to-face with her mutinous First Officer. Phaser-to-phaser, they silently stared each other down.
“Put it down, Kathryn, and I will still let your crew live.”
“You aren’t in charge here, Commander.” She held his eyes. “We have secured engineering and have control of the computer. Most of your crew have already surrendered. You know it’s only a matter of time. Surrender now before their blood is on your hands.” Her free hand gestured to the few crewmen behind him.
“I won’t hand my ship over to you, Kathryn.” He chuckled and stepped forward.
“Stop right there- Don’t make me do this.”
“You won’t shoot me, Kathryn.” He continued to smile at her but he stopped his forward movement.
“You underestimate me again, Commander. This is my ship and I’m taking it back. Your little mutiny is over, now lay down your weapons.”
Chakotay tucked his phaser into his pants and walked toward her.
Smiling and unarmed, Chakotay slowly advanced toward her. Kathryn ordered him to stop again, but he ignored her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the sea of faces belonging to both sides staring, frozen, unable to take any action as they watched the scene play out in front of them. His eyes were laughing, mocking her, with each step, daring her to fire. She loved him, and she knew he was counting on that to keep him alive.
“Chakotay, don’t.” She hissed at him as she adjusted the aim of her phaser.
“You’re not going to kill me, Kathryn.” He stopped momentarily. “We both know you won’t; they know you won’t, so hand me the phaser.” He stretched out his hand and she took an involuntary step backwards; he laughed.
“Move back, Commander, and have your people place their weapons on the deck.”
“So formal, Kathryn?”
Suddenly, Chakotay lunged forward making a grab for her weapon and she fired sending him crashing to the deck. Chaos broke out around them, weapons were fired, others were thrown to the deck in surrender. The Captain was knocked backwards by a phaser strike to her shoulder; some one dragged her behind the console. In a matter of minutes, it was over. Voyager was once again a Starfleet vessel.
The Captain was treated and released, as were most of the ‘casualties’ of the mutiny. By later that night, only one patient remained in sickbay, Commander Chakotay. Although the phaser had been set to stun the close range had caused some internal injuries, but the bigger problem had been caused when Chakotay’s head impacted the deck. The doctor didn’t foresee any long-range problems but he wanted to be careful.
As things began to return to normal, Tom held a special double feature in his movie theater on the holodeck, which Kathryn attended with Tuvok. She envisioned it a show of solidarity, a way to begin the healing process for the crew, many of whom were badly shaken by their parts in the mutiny, however involuntary. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the complete boredom that over came her about ten minutes into the first film.
Kathryn observed the crew around her. As much as she personally disliked the film it seemed to be working wonders for them. By the time intermission was announced, the mood in the theater was less depressing, almost light. The second film was worse than the first and Kathryn was relieved when the Doctor summoned Tuvok to sickbay, providing her with a graceful way out.
The Captain accompanied Tuvok to just outside the sickbay doors. She wanted to be there; she needed to see him, to know that he was indeed all right, but she couldn’t face him- not just yet.
“I’ll wait out here, Tuvok.” She moved aside to allow him to enter.
“As you wish, Captain.”
Tuvok entered the darkened sickbay and proceeded to free the Commander of the last shreds of Teero’s influence. It took only a few more minutes before Kathryn could hear the small bits of their muted conversation as it carried through the door. The words were indistinguishable, but the tone was calm and reassuring.
Quietly, she slipped inside, moving along the inner wall until she could see him in the distance. He and Tuvok were talking quietly as the doctor stood by patiently with a hypospray in his hand. Chakotay clearly didn’t want the medication and with Tuvok’s assistance he sat up on the biobed.
“Very well. I have no real medical reason to keep you.” The Doctor walked toward his office shaking his head and Kathryn quickly slipped out the door.
Sleep had never been her friend but that night Kathryn knew better than to even try. She pulled her bathrobe tightly around her and replicated yet another cup of coffee before retuning to the couch. The sudden noise of the comm. startled her, but not enough to miss the personal nature of the hail.
“Chakotay to Kathryn.” His voice was soft and tentative.
“Yes, Chakotay?” Her reply was barely a whisper.
“Open the door- please.”
The door slid back and he entered finding her immediately even in the darkened quarters. She was sitting on the couch facing the far wall, one leg tucked under her. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of sweat pants and he looked, if that was possible, worse than she did. Chakotay took the coffee from her hands and placed it on the table, before sitting on the couch facing her.
Kathryn continued staring at some unknown spot just over his shoulder and he could see the unshed tears in her eyes. Chakotay placed two fingers on her chin and gently turned her to face him. Still neither spoke. There were no words that could communicate the emotions that crossed between their saddened eyes. He reached out and pulled her to his chest; her arms encircled him.
Chakotay felt the dampness of a stray tear as it trickled down his chest. He stroked her back kissing her head lightly, trying to offer what comfort he could. They comforted one another with a slow rocking motion in a silent embrace.
“I’m sorry, Kathryn.” He whispered against her hair.
“You weren’t in control- you have nothing to be sorry for.” She drew back and looked up at him. “I’m the one who should apologize.”
“Kathryn, outside control or not,” He cupped her face with one hand. “I’m the one who mutinied, forced you into your own brig and..” He shook his head. “The way I treated you…” He turned away. “And then I ordered your oldest friend to kill you.”
“You were under Teero’s influence, both of you, and even then you knew the phaser would misfire. You never intended to kill me.”
“But, you didn’t know that then.”
“No, I didn’t and I was terrified, but not of you. I was afraid of Terro, afraid that he had taken you from me, like no one else has ever been able to do. I have never felt so alone in my life. I was afraid of the things I'd kept hidden, the things I never told you, the things that- if I died – I would never be able to say to you.”
“It’s over now, Kathryn, and we're both here. Tell me, now.”
“No.” Kathryn shook her head and moved away from him getting off the couch and crossing to the viewport. “Its too late. Now, I have no right to tell you.”
“Kathryn, I mutinied; you merely defended yourself. Certainly you can’t feel guilty for that.” He followed her across the room.
“I shot you, Chakotay.” She turned and glared at him. “Don’t make excuses. I was not influenced by any mind control. I knew full well what I was doing when I raised that phaser and shot you.”
Kathryn turned away and leaned against the viewport. Chakotay stepped up behind her and, even though she resisted, he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back against him. He could see her reflection in the viewport; the silent tears covering her cheeks caused him pain.
“Kathryn, I wasn’t in control- you said that yourself. That wasn’t me you were aiming at; it was Teero. You had to defend yourself—your ship, all of us. It was up to you to free me.”
“By shooting you?” She struggled but he wouldn’t let her move away. “After what I did to you, I don’t understand why you’re even here.” She looked down avoiding even his reflection.
“Do you want me to tell you, Kathryn?” She didn’t answer him but her eyes found his in the viewport. He saw more fear there now than when Tuvok had aimed the phaser at her. “I’ll tell you if you really want to hear. Do you want me to, Kathryn?”
“Yes.” She forced the hoarse whisper past her lips.
“There is no where else I belong, no where else I want to be. I love you, Kathryn.”
Kathryn dropped her head and sobbed openly; Chakotay lifted her and carried her across the room. He sat on the couch and cradled her in his arms, allowing her to finally release all the emotions she had held back so long.
“Feel better, now?”
“A little.” She accepted the tissues he handed her. “I love you, Chakotay. I was so afraid I would never get to say those words – or that if I did it wouldn’t matter any more.” She wiped her face. “I could have dealt with the loss of my ship. Found a way to handle my failure to bring my crew home, even dying, looked like the easy way out. Those are risks I’m prepared to take every day. I’m not prepared to live without you, and it was never more real than when I pointed that phaser at you.”
“You knew it wouldn’t kill me.”
“But you didn’t and when you looked at me –you trusted me-you were so sure I wouldn’t do it.” She took a deep breath. “It was the hardest thing I have ever done.”
“You didn’t have a choice; I didn’t give you one—Teero didn’t give either of us a choice. It’s over now, Kathryn. Let’s put this all behind us and start again.”
“No!” Kathryn knelt on the couch and took his face between her hands. “Not again. No going back. I love you, Chakotay. Let’s start from there.”
“OK, let’s start from there.” He smiled hearing her so freely give him the words she had hidden so long.
Chakotay's smile faded as Kathryn leaned forward pressing her moist lips to his. The kiss started warm and inviting. He let her lead it, her lips working gently over his. He actually gasped when her lips parted, and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, moaning as their tongues danced together for the first time. Kathryn's hands caressed his naked chest. Chakotay ached to touch her, but he held back. She didn’t want to slow down. Chakotay pulled his lips away from her mouth, working them across her cheek, his tongue finding the spot behind her ear that made her moan. His fingers slipped the robe from her shoulders moist lips kissing down her neck, his tongue licking the hollow at the base of her throat. Kathryn’s robe fell open as she arched her back offering herself to him, while her hands explored ever bit of his exposed flesh that she could reach. He was lost in the sensation as she moved over him settling her hot center over his throbbing erection.
“Kathryn..” He breathed into her mouth as she leaned cutting off his words.
His hands roamed freely over the satin soft skin of her breasts. He was desperate to have all of her and nearly overwhelmed by the knowledge she wanted the same. Briefly it occurred to him they were moving too fast and she would regret this tomorrow, but when her hands burrowed between them to free him from his sweats, nothing else mattered.
Kathryn’s whole body pulsated. Never had any man’s touch so excited her. She had to have him, feel him inside her. Frantically, she reached between them, burrowing beneath the elastic at his waist to close her fingers around the solid thickness of him. He shivered as she ran her thumb over the sensitive head spread the escaping moisture.
Chakotay’s tongue slid over her breast slowly circling the nipple, nipping, licking before finally sucking it into his mouth. Kathryn arched, raising herself, gasping as she dragged his swollen head through her abundant wetness. Kathryn panted as she pushed the hot tip inside, lowering herself with an agonizing slowness as her tight walls stretched to accommodate him.
Chakotay struggled to hold back, to let her set the pace. She was so hot, so wet, this intense pleasure was almost painful as her inner muscles tightly closed around him. He watched her face, cheeks flushed with arousal, eyes closed as she concentrated on the slow steady rhythm she established. Kathryn panted through lips slightly swollen from their kisses; she was so beautiful.
Her hands came to cup his head drawing his mouth to hers, she moaned as his tongue pushed past her lips, the rhythmic dance of their tongues mimicking the movement of their lower bodies. Chakotay's fingers were on her, spreading her moisture, circling her engorged nerves, forcing her to increase the pace. His thrusts came faster, harder until they were both gasping, incoherently calling each other’s names. She threw her head back crying out as her body convulsed around him. Chakotay shouted out his release, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled hot and wet inside her. Reaching out he drew her into his arms, pulling her to his chest, cradling her against him as they struggled to regain their breath.
When Kathryn finally raised her head she had a serious but unreadable look in her eyes. Chakotay’s spirits slumped, did she regret this all ready? She touched her fingers to his cheek and searched his eyes. Chakotay held his breath.
When she finally spoke her voice sounded frightened almost frail, not a sound he was accustomed to but one he knew represented the complete trust she had in him
“Can we do this?”
“You took back your ship with only three people. I mutinied on your ship and lived to tell about it.” The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “Imagine what we can do when we stick together?”
“The possibilities are mind boggling.” She stood up, extending her hand. “Maybe we should sleep on it. Rest before we conquer the universe.”
Together they made their way to the bedroom. The demons of the past few days lurked nearby and there still was much healing to be done, but together their future held infinite possibilities. She crawled into her bed and held out her arms to him. The rebellion was over. Chakotay had found his way home.
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