Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters. The words are mine, but the actions remain the sole responsibility of the command couple over whom neither Paramount nor I have any control.
Note: This is a sequel to ‘ Snowballs and Mistletoe’.
Second place winner in Winter Wonderland
Chakotay stood looking down at her, uncertain, trying to decide if this was real or maybe he had too much punch, or she did. She just watched him. Gods, he thought, she kissed him—boy did she kiss him. All these years he had loved her, all this time and she had never kissed him---well, yes a peck on the cheek a light brush on the lips—but –this- never. He searched her face, studied the emotions shining through her eyes, Kathryn was here tonight--but tomorrow the Captain would wake, and then what?
Kathryn watched him, as he studied her. She understood the questions that flickered across his face. He had waited so long for her and now, now he couldn’t be sure why she was here. He wanted this as much as she did, that was evident in his face, but there also was the shadow of doubt. She didn’t blame him for it—hell she wouldn’t blame him if he turned and walked out on her—but he wouldn’t, she saw that too.
“Chakotay.” She broke the silence, taking his hand she led him to the couch. “Come, talk with me.”
“Kathryn, I…” He sat beside her, searching for a way to understand.
“It’s alright Chakotay.” She placed her hand on his cheek. “I know you find it hard to believe—you have questions, after all the times I’ve pushed you away—it would be strange if you didn’t question this.”
“Kathryn, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to question, that doesn’t care why…”
“I know.” She chuckled. “There is a part of me that wants to rip your clothes off and worry about talking tomorrow.” She had to laugh at the surprise on his face. “Oh my, have I played the ice maiden so well?”
“I never thought of you like that—I do understand why you have always pulled back, I just don’t understand the change.”
“For a long time I have needed you by my side—I learned to admit I needed my first officer and gradually I came to admit I needed my friend, as well. Only now, can I finally admit I need more, I need you—as an officer, advisor, a friend, a lover and so much more—I need you to complete me, Chakotay. I love you -----I can’t fight it anymore and I don’t want to.” Tears glistened in her eyes. “This isn’t a sudden change –spirits know- it took long enough to admit, even to myself---I’m not offering you a one night stand –if you want it, I’m offering you forever.”
He bent and kissed her gently, she wanted to let him set the pace—she made her stand, now he could lead the way. He broke the kiss and pulled her close, resting his chin on her head, kissing her hair and just holding tight.
“I’ve waited so long, I’ve wanted you so long, now...” She felt her hair move with his laugh. “I guess, I’m nervous--- more like scared to death.”
“Me too—I’ve never been a Christmas present before.” They both laughed relaxing just a little.
“I think I like this Christmas of yours..” He leaned back and lifted her chin to see her face. “When do I get to unwrap my present?”
“When ever you want—it’s your present.”
His lips again sought hers, soft, gentle kisses, a big hand running down her back, another lightly tracing the outline of her breast. Kathryn arched against his hand, moaning into his mouth, her fingers seeking the fasteners on his shirt. The more leisurely he moved the more frantic she became, tearing at his clothing, forcing his lips apart. He moved back from her, smiling as he grasped her arms and settled her back against the arm of the couch.
“Slowly, Kathryn, I like to unwrap my presents slowly.” He reached for the small buttons on the front of the dress, working each one slowly, deliberately, watching her chest heave in anticipation
Kathryn watched him, so intense, holding such a tight rein on the desire so clearly written on his face. Chakotay peeled back the flaps of the dress, running his finger along the edge of the black lace dipping into the valley between her breasts. She could feel her color rise as his eyes drank in the sight of her, his fingers tracing the swell of her breasts. Thumbs, outlining taunt nipples through the lace, he captured her lips, smothering the small gasp, then slowly worked his way along her jaw, nibbling a lobe, licking the tender spot behind her ear. One hand expertly reaching to unfasten the bra, the other slipping beneath to learn the texture of the skin, the shape, the weight of each breast.
As his lips spread moist open kisses down her neck, his tongue lingered in the hollow of her throat, fingers sliding down, dragging dress and bra off her shoulders. Kathryn raised her hips and he slipped the dress over them. She wore only black lace panties and she could feel his eyes as they roamed over her, spreading heat without even a touch. His hands held her arms at her sides, preventing her from touching him, keeping her from hastening his leisurely pace. She could feel the flush spreading down her neck and across her chest as he continued to scrutinize her. He smiled bending to lightly brush her lips.
“So beautiful.” He nibbled her ear, slowly licking, tasting, nipping his way down her neck. He planted moist open mouthed kisses on the soft ivory mounds, delighting in the throaty sounds she emitted as he tongue traced the outline of the dark dimpled surface.
Moaning she arched, as his lips closed around a taut nipple. He released her arms, one hand cupping the other breast, the other sliding her panties down her legs, caressing the muscled surface of her inner thigh and it moved back up. Spreading her legs, she gasped as his fingers lightly brushed through the auburn curls. His lips gently tugging, his fingers spreading her moisture, Kathryn sucked in a sharp breath tangling her fingers in his hair. She whimpered with anticipation as he moved lower, nipping her belly, playing his tongue in her navel, leisurely teasing, tasting soft flesh.
Raising his head Chakotay moved between her open thighs, watching her shudder as his fingers moved across her lower belly to tangle in the soft curls. She moaned, as probing fingers sought her most private parts, stroking, stirring the fire. He lowered his head, his warm breath crossed her hot center causing her to arch her hips toward him, gasping. She writhed helplessly beneath his mouth, as his tongue slipped into her moist folds, licking, sucking, executing excruciating torture. One finger than two penetrated her as his tongue continued to manipulate her into a frenzy.
“Ohh godd.” She thrust against his hand, her fingers tightly grasping his head as her body bucked up. “Ohhh—chak..” She gasped writhing beneath his assault. “pleeease…ooh.”
Chakotay pulled back replacing his tongue with his thumb, swirling it over her throbbing nerves as his fingers pumped, stroking, massaging. Watching her as she thrashed, grasping the couch, tossing her head back, moaning, crying his name as her body convulsed in release. He bent, kissing her face, stroking her gently as she regained her breath. She opened her eyes, smiling at him then drew his lip to hers.
“This was supposed to be your present.” She opened the buttons on his shirt.
“It is the most wonderful present I’ve ever gotten.” He gently ran his hands down her body, smiling as she shivered.
“Too many clothes.” She tugged at the shirt.
Chakotay stood to remove them and she sat up working the fastener on his pants, pushing them over his hips, easing him out of his boxers. As he stepped out of them, she ran her hand down his well muscled thighs, back up over his buttocks. He sucked in a breath as her slim fingers closed over his rigid length. He watched her study him, lick her lips as her hands gently caressed him. He shuddered as her hot breath cross him and groaned when her tongue reached out to taste him. She lapped at the salty fluid, tracing the weeping slit with her tongue, gently sucking on the tip, swirling her tongue.
“You are delicious.” She breathed across him as she encased him with velvety moist lips. “Mmmm” the vibration caused him to moan, as her lips and tongue persisted in their tender assault.
“Kath—godd….” He sucked in his breath through clenched teeth, his hands in her hair, he arched his back and she took him deep into her throat. “ahhhhh” He thrust against her mouth. “Please, Kat…ahhh” He wanted to come inside her, but he was losing himself in the velvet warmth of her mouth. “Pleease” He tugged on her and she relented, releasing him.
Kathryn stood capturing his mouth, pressing herself to him, as she dragged her nails down his back. They shared the taste of each other, tongues dueling, hands roaming, caressing as they slowly sank to the carpet. She pushed him on his back, straddling him without breaking the kiss.
“I need you.” It was a hoarse whisper, as she used one hand on his chest to steady herself and the other to
position him. Dragging him along wet folds, forcing a groan before allowing just the tip to enter her. She sucked in a sharp breath as she slowly lowered herself over him. She could feel him pulsate as her tight muscles stretched to accommodate him. Both hands on his chest, she slowly raised and lowered herself, he moved with her, then sliding his fingers between them brushing her nerve center, increasing his motion and pressure until she threw her head back, crying out as her muscles contracted around him. He grabbed her hips and thrust almost violently into her, spilling himself deep with in her. She collapsed on his chest.
“I love you.” He whispered into her hair as he stroked her back.
“Merry Christmas.” Her head was laying on his chest and she could feel the chuckle, as they drifted to sleep still joined.
Kathryn had added a log to the fire and she sat on floor poking it back to life. He watched her, hair mussed, makeup smudged under one eye, wearing his shirt and he thought she looked beautiful. He sat next to her handing her a glass of champagne.
“You’re pretty good with fire—how come you never told me?”
“Never came up—you never told all the things you were good at.” She leaned back resting her head on his chest.
“I believe I offered to show you a few times, and you declined.” He rested his free hand on her stomach.
“Maybe you should have explained better---You might have changed my mind.”
“Change your mind?” He laughed. “ I doubt it.”
“I don’t know –that was a pretty persuasive performance.”
“I’m glad you approve. ..” She started to giggle—a sound he had never hear her make, it made him laugh. “What—what’s so funny?”
“Oh god-- not funny really…” She tried to control her laughter. “What if—oh god what if it was terrible? After waiting all this time----what if it was just awful?”
“Ooh—that would have been devastating ..” He laughed, kissing the top of her head. “Lucky for us it wasn’t.”
“Humm, good thing my first officer is multi-talented. She snuggled back against him.
“So B’Ella was in on this.”
“Mmmm, just since this afternoon—Tom too, he had to play his part.”
“And the rest of the crew?”
“They’re bright –I’m sure they will catch on.” She sat up and turned to him. “I meant what I said—I want this to work—I have no intention of going back.” A flicker of doubt crossed her face. “You do want this—don’t you?”
“Kathryn.” He laughed. “I love you, I couldn’t stop loving you if I wanted to ---believe me I have tried.”
“Lucky for me you weren’t successful.” She kissed him and settled back to enjoy the fire in the safety of his arms.
They made love by the dying firelight and moved to sleep more comfortably in the bed. When the sun glistening off the snow woke her, she was still happily wrapped in his arms. She shifted carefully to watch him as he slept. She reached up to trace the deep blue lines on his forehead his eyes fluttered open.
“Hi.” She trailed her finger down to trace his lower lip.
“Morning.” He captured her finger with his lips, then leaned in to kiss her.
“Humm, nice way to wake up.” She watched him stare at her. “What?”
“Just making sure you are really here, afraid if I blink you will disappear.”
“I’m not going anywhere—except unfortunately to the bridge in about.” She moved to see the time. “Oh a little less than two hours. Tuvok was only covering the morning.”
“Tuvok covered for us?—you didn’t say you told him.” He raised an eyebrow in Tuvok fashion.
“Oh and I told Tuvok.” She smiled innocently. “Problem?”
“I don’t have one—did he?” He chuckled.
“He didn’t even raise an eyebrow.” She made a face, and spoke in her best Tuvok voice. “It seems the logical conclusion.”
“Two hours ---huh?” He grinned
He kissed her, pulling her close and running strong gentle hands down her back. Soft caresses and gently kisses quickly turned urgent and demanding. He trailed open kisses down her neck, across her chest, she arched pushing her breast toward his eager mouth. Swirling his tongue over the puckered surface of her nipple, grazing, gently tugging. Her fingers coiled around him stroking, spreading his own moisture, he groaned as she moved over him sliding his length along her wet folds. He rolled her to her back slipping his fingers through her moisture stroking her sensitive flesh.
“Chakotay please.” She clutched at him, spreading her thighs wide. “Now please.”
Chakotay covered her moving eagerly between her open legs. He dragged his pulsating member through her abundant moisture, bending to suckle her breast as he stroked her hot center. She threw her head back, bucking, reaching with her legs to draw him to her.
“Goddd –ooohh please.” She writhed beneath him.
He entered her slowly, withdrawing almost fully then entered again. Kathryn gasped, her legs locking behind him, forcing him back to her. She clutched his buttocks, drawing him even deeper, desperate to feel pulsating deep inside her.
"Harder," It was a hoarse whisper. He thrust harder, faster, she matched him thrust for thrust. “OOOH yessss---goddd..”
Kathryn arched against him, digging her nails into his back, urging him on with gasping words as she worked to keep pace with him. Lost a hazy lust, encased in the tight grip of her body, Chakotay couldn't hold back, he moved harder, faster uncontrollably slamming into her, crying out her name as he emptied himself deep within. Her body convulsed with him as she exploded with her own release.
“I think we’re gonna be late.” He whispered as he rolled them to their sides.
“Oh Chakotay –just what I need to hear--how romantic!” She laughed, hiding her face in his chest.
They left the cabin dressed in the clothes they had worn to the party, his arm around her waist as he guided her through the wooded path. At the edge of the woods he stopped and kissed her. Suddenly they were caught in a hail of flying snow. B’Elanna and Tom, who both had the day off, were ducking in and out from behind the trees firing snowballs at each other at a fierce pace. Neither noticed the couple until Kathryn yelled.
“Sorry.” B’Elanna called, ducking his next shot. “Helmboy—truce?”
“OK-- just till they leave.” He yelled coming out with his hands up.
“God, Captain is that a target or what?” B’Elanna came around the tree shaking her head.
“Almost too good to pass up.” Chakotay chuckled.
“Hey, after what we did for you?” Tom pretended to be hurt.
“OK consider us even.” Chakotay dropped the snow he had picked up.
“Sorry to interrupt your war.” Kathryn brushed the snow off her cloak.
“Didn’t realize you were still here—sorry.”
“It’s OK B’Ella, unlike you two, we have to go to work anyway.”
“Gee big guy, thought you might have some pull—we got a day off for our part.” Tom teased.
“Which is exactly why we have to work—I can’t have my entire senior staff out playing in the snow.”
“Harry is working and there is always Tuvok—he never wants to play anyway.”
“Speaking of which, we better go.” Kathryn took his arm. “We were due on the bridge ten minutes ago and we have to change yet.”
“OK—you two enjoy the snow.” He lead her toward the door.
“Hey.” She stopped and turned back toward Tom and B’Elanna. “Thanks.”
They smiled and nodded as they watched them leave arm in arm.
A few days passed and it had finally quieted down, most of the holiday celebrations were over. No one seemed to notice the change in their relationship, although they hadn’t tried to hide it, neither had they advertised it. Life went on pretty much as before.
The Captain passed the bridge to Tuvok, as usual she was late leaving after her shift. Chakotay had been working in engineering and she was supposed to meet him in the mess hall at 1700 hours—it was now almost 1800—she was late. She didn’t bother to stop and change just took the lift to deck two, where she was greeted by left over Christmas music.
Christmas proved to be a very popular holiday on Voyager and many of the crew—especially the Delaney sisters-- were reluctant to let it go. A large sprig of mistletoe had been rescued by Megan Delaney and was now in an honored position in the mess hall. By the time Kathryn got there, a large circle of young women had her first officer trapped –not unhappily - beneath the innocent looking plant. She watched from the doorway while the women took their turns with Chakotay—some of them more than once.
“Captain.” B’Elanna stood beside her, grinning.
“B’Elanna.” She smiled as she watched him enjoy this attention.
“Gonna let them get away with this?”
“Them? Yes.” She turned to face her, with a devilish smile. “Him? No.”
“Gonna make him pay for that are you?” Tom spoke up.
“Eventually—but first I think this ladies need to understand a few things.” She turned and headed for the group.
“Go get ‘em Captain.” Tom called after her.
As she crossed the mess hall, all eyes in the room followed her. Being busy, the small group didn’t notice her at first. She took her best Captain’s stance, just outside the circle.
“Ladies.” The familiar husky voice stunned them into silence. As one by one, they stepped back and turned silently in her direction. “Commander”
“Captain.” He couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
“Enjoying yourself, Commander?”
“As a matter of fact, I am learning to appreciate this Christmas holiday of yours.” He gave her an amused look. “I was just evaluating the various traditions.”
“I see that, and did these crewmen provide you with adequate data for this evaluation?”
“I’m not sure I have all the facts, yet.”
“Perhaps, I can assist you in this research.”
“How so, Captain?”
“Give you a different perspective.” She stepped closer.
“I’ve always found your input-- stimulating. What did you have in mind?”
“This.” She ran her hands up his chest, then reaching fingers into his hair she brought his lips down to meet hers for a kiss that made even Jenny Delaney blush.
It seemed to go on forever, the dead silence in the mess hall became uncomfortable shuffling noises. Jenny rolled her eyes and began dragging her sister away. There were a few giggles and a wolf whistle thought to come from Tom and then the room broke into applause. Finally they broke apart and silence enveloped the room once again.
“Interesting, Captain. I believe the concept bears further discussion.”
“Shall we move to a more appropriate location?”
“Certainly.” He offered her his arm and they exited leaving a disbelieving, but happy crew behind.
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