The Definition of Compensation

by Spiletta42


Rating: ST-17™©

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Warnings: Explicit sexual content with odd phrasing caused by a writing exercise of dubious value.

Categories: Ship, Het, Romance, Experimental

Pairings: Janeway/Chakotay

Characters: Janeway, Chakotay

Spoilers: Devil in the Dark

A/N: Written for Koffee Klub's Awesome Author Awards: A sequel to Devil in the Dark, written entirely in E-Prime. Within the body of the fic, I have not used the words am, is, are, was, were, be, been, being, or become. For more explanation, read Worlds of Wonder: How to Write Science Fiction and Fantasy by David Gerrold, found at Spiletta42's Online Bookstore.

Read Part I first. (Or not, I suppose. The plot isn't exactly hard to follow.)

Credits: I did this part of the beta myself, so direct your complaints appropriately.

Disclaimer: Paramount, take, with my blessings, all of the thousands of dollars I have made writing fanfic. God invented sex.

The Definition of Compensation

Kathryn served the salad first. Eyes locked with his, she plucked a cherry tomato off of her plate. She rolled it between her fingers, then carefully licked away a bit of dressing before drawing it into her mouth.

Chakotay swallowed hard.

She savored the tomato as if it tasted of coffee, watching as the heat built in Chakotay's eyes. Then she selected another and held it to his lips. His mouth closed around her fingers and his tongue explored them thoroughly before deftly claiming the tidbit.

A gasp escaped her lips. When she opened her eyes, she found Chakotay casually munching his salad. His eyes sparkled wickedly.

Not one to surrender the upper hand, she reached across the table and took his hand. She laced their fingers together, and when their eyes met she kissed each of his digits in turn. When she reached his index finger she slid her tongue up its length and drew it into her mouth.

He gasped her name, or something like it, and she stopped to study his face. She found him flushed, breathing rapidly, and watching her through eyes dark with passion.

"Eat your supper, Chakotay." She kissed his hand again and retrieved her fork, wondering how she would make it through the next five minutes without crawling across the table.

Every inch of his body burned. He had wanted Kathryn from the moment he had first seen her, but she had turned his desire into a desperate need. The very air around her crackled with vitality tonight.

"We do have to talk," she said softly. "Ship's business will get carried in here. We can't prevent that. We will have to deal with that."

He nodded and tried to get at least part of his mind to focus on something other than the way her tongue darted out to catch a drop of sauce on the corner of her lip. "I know. We'll have problems, but we will get through them."

"We will." She squeezed his hand, her fingers gripping his tightly. "I've already let things come between us, and I've let my emotions cause me to make mistakes."

Equinox, he thought, and knew she had thought it first. "You might make mistakes. I might make mistakes. But nothing you could ever do could make me stop loving you. We will always find a way to overcome our differences."

"I know we will. I just...The ship has to come first, and keeping that balance will challenge us. I just need to say that, before we take this further."

"Would you rather wait?"

"Absolutely not. I want you tonight, Chakotay, in my life and in my bed." She pressed another kiss to his fingers and dropped her voice another octave. "If we don't make love soon I'm going to explode."

Without releasing her hand, he stood and circled the table. He dropped to one knee and enjoyed the momentary shock on her face. "You do plan on marrying me one of these days, don't you?"

She laughed and bent forward to kiss him. "You bet I do."

"Then come let me love you."

"What about dessert?"

"Kathryn, love, I plan to have you for dessert."

Elation possessed her at the joy of finally having the freedom to touch the man she loved. She stood and kissed him again as her hands took delight in the firmness of his shoulder muscles and the softness of his hair.

Eventually his lips left hers to discover the spot on her neck that transformed her into a puddle of need. He turned her in his arms, nibbling that spot from behind. She leaned back against him. His hands caressed her stomach and she could feel his erection pressing against her. A kiss against the base of her neck sent a shiver down her spine. He lowered her zipper, his lips following its path down her back before returning to her neck.

His arms found their way around her waist. "I've always wanted to hold you like this." He rocked her back and forth for long moments, his hot breath against her neck, as she remembered all of the times he had stood behind her, his chest almost touching her shoulder. So many times she had wanted to lean back against him and feel his strong arms wrap around her waist.

She turned and let the dress fall away, forgotten upon the floor. The heat in his eyes set her flesh burning. She had to touch him; his clothes had to go. She slipped her hands up under his shirt, splaying her fingers across his bare chest. The heat radiating from his flesh matched that coursing through her bloodstream.

They stood, each watching the other, as hands slowly explored bare skin. She pushed his shirt upward and kissed his chest, enjoying the taste of his flesh. "You have a beautiful chest," she told him. Her tongue darted out to flick at a nipple.

With a groan, he paused to pull the garment over his head. Skin to skin, they clung to each other and shared another long, sensual kiss.

They sank to the floor. Chakotay slid his lips down her throat and covered her body with his own. His arousal pressed into her belly and she couldn't suppress a gasp at the movement of his amazing mouth against the sensitive skin behind her ear.

One of her hands meandered down to his buttocks, the other stroked his hair, and she wrapped a leg tightly around him, trying to pull him even closer. She needed him.

He didn't want to make love to her on the hard floor beside the dinner table, which would happen if his control slipped further from his grasp. She looked so beautiful, scantily clad and flushed with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses and her nipples hard against their silk confines. His hand stroked teasingly up her side, lightly brushing the side of her breast, and he almost gave in to the urgency building within him.

"The bedroom, now," he said, pushing himself up and away from her tempting form. He started to pull her up after him, but she resisted.

Her exploring hands discovered the closure on his trousers and opened it with a deliberate lack of haste, her eyes never straying from his face.

Chakotay stood frozen as she knelt before him and tugged his pants down his legs. His eyes drifted shut. When her lips pressed against his belly he shuddered, and felt her smile against his skin.

"Finally," she murmured. Her hand closed around his rigid length, stroking him through the fabric of his boxer shorts.

"Have mercy, Kathryn," he pleaded, his voice strained. He swayed, lightheaded, unable to move as the pleasure stole the breath from his lungs.

She tugged at his boxers, and when her hot mouth closed around his pulsing member he cried out. She vibrated her lips against him and circled her tongue erotically, and the part of his brain still able to think struggled to speak.

"Stop, Kathryn, please." His request contradicted the movement of his hips and his own voice sounded far away in his ears. "I won't last. Stand up Kathryn."

"I don't want you to last," she answered. "Not this time."

"Kathryn - "

"I'm fulfilling a fantasy, here, Chakotay." Her hand grasped his buttocks, holding him firmly in place. "You wouldn't deny me, would you?"

He looked down at her and lost the battle, certain that he'd never seen a more erotic sight in his life. Her warm mouth began moving again, and his awareness contained nothing except the white light of pleasure engulfing him completely.

She climbed to her feet and surrendered to a kiss that left her breathless. She clung to his shoulders for support as his lips wandered down her throat and she couldn't help but cry out when his hands finally reached her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her almost painfully erect silk-clad nipples.

"You're overdressed," he said, and set about correcting the situation.

"Beautiful." His hands roamed up and down her sides as he bent to kiss her shoulder. "So very beautiful."

She shivered as his lips traveled along her collarbone, and smiled. The man had a powerful effect on her ego, among other things.

Never before had her desire so overwhelmed her senses. Her breasts screamed for attention and every nerve ending in her body seemed to connect to the throbbing ache deep within her gut that had taken over as the center of the galaxy. She ran her fingers through his hair and bring his mouth to her breast.

He refused to hurry. His tongue continued to tease the sensitive points on her neck and shoulders, moving slowly but deliberately downward.

It seemed his thumbs would never reach her taut nipples as they gently caressed the sides of her breasts.

Finally he took them in his hands, learning their weight and shape, just as his tongue slid down between them. This slow teasing overpowered her senses, and despite her attempt to surrender control to him, she possessed very little patience. She gasped in desperation. Her whole body quivered with energy. She wanted him now. "Chakotay, please."

Her capacity for rational thought evaporated as he lifted her onto the bed and lowered his head to kiss each of her rosy peaks before taking one between his lips. His tongue circled slowly even as his hand crept lower, stroking over her abdomen and then reaching to dance teasingly up and down her thigh.

From someplace deep within her mind she heard herself cry out. Her hands searched desperately for any part of his hot skin she could reach. Desire radiated through her body at the gentle tugging of his lips.

He paused, and she opened her eyes to take in the look of passion on his face. She reached to pull his head down firmly, her mouth meeting his in a demanding kiss. She drew his tongue into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth as she sucked upon it.

They both groaned. He had one hand in her hair, the other on her hip. When her hands left his head to wander downward, he pulled away.

To her frustration, he moved his body out of her reach and placed hot, wet kisses across her flat stomach while he traced indistinct patterns on the soft skin of her inner thigh. She squirmed beneath him as he dragged his lips and tongue slowly across her belly and cried out when his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her panties.

Every touch, every caress, every kiss resonated throughout her body. She thrust against his exploring fingers as they stroked soft curls and slid over slick flesh to rub her swollen center.

He drew away her panties and pressed her thighs apart. His lips began to travel slowly up the inside of her leg. "Time for dessert," he whispered, and his hot mouth descended, his tongue gently parting her tender, swollen flesh to begin a detailed exploration of the territory. A strangled cry rose from her throat as an intensity of sensation washed over her.

Her concentration narrowed to include only the movement of his tongue as it traced agonizingly slow and gentle circles around her swollen, aching bundle of nerves. Her conscious mind didn't notice her head tossing against the pillow, or hear the sounds emanating from deep within her as she lost herself in the pleasure of the moment.

His tongue pressed more firmly against her and her mind exploded as her muscles convulsed, her hips rising as her back arched, her entire body shaking. She flew, unconnected to anything solid, as she shuddered through an explosive climax.

The awareness of his hot breath upon her returned slowly as she started to regain her sense of reality, but he had no intention of letting her rest. He pressed into her with his entire mouth, tasting, teasing, stroking, and sucking gently as he drove her relentlessly towards another climax with fingers, lips, and tongue.

He heard her sobbing his name as she thrust against him. It moved him powerfully to give her such pleasure. He pressed his tongue against her throbbing nub and slid a finger inside her to feel the tight grip of her inner muscles.

She exploded again and he rose up to watch her face in the midst of this second storm of pleasure. He found the sight more beautiful than anything he had witnessed before. When she opened her eyes he pressed emotional kisses to every inch of her face as his hard length nudged eagerly at her entrance.

"Chakotay, please," she mumbled into his mouth as she rocked against him. "I need you."

Slowly he slid the tip of his erection through her wet, swollen folds, teasing her before he immersed himself within her, gasping her name as her tight walls gripped his length.

Every detail branded itself upon her mind by the heightened awareness of her arousal. The slight rasp of his sparse leg hair against the smooth skin of her thighs; the heat of his breath against her neck; the satisfying pressure of his length encased within her; the completion of the long awaited joining.

Lost in the sensation of him throbbing deep within her body, she caressed his face; his ears; his neck; his shoulders. One hand wandered downward, enjoying the play of muscles beneath her fingers and marveling at his tight, shapely buttocks.

He began to move and the physical need once again building within her overpowered all else. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust against him, matching his rhythm.

With some effort she opened her eyes, wanting to see his face, and bore witness to his struggle for control as rivulets of sweat trickled down his chest. She urged him on with body and voice. His hand explored their joining, increasing her pleasure and drawing a moan from her throat.

Then she could no longer think as an impossible third climax rocked her body. She thrashed against him, shouting his name, and he shouted as well as her spasms of release served as the catalyst for his own response. He thrust hard, her name on his lips, and shuddered violently as he emptied himself within her.

They both struggled to breathe as they clung to one another, murmuring words of love. She felt him softening inside her, and he shifted to lift his weight off of her body.

"No," she whispered, not willing to lose the intimate contact so soon. "Wait."

He paused and kissed her, tracing her lips with his tongue before pressing slowly into her mouth. She returned his kiss, pushing his tongue aside to thoroughly explore his mouth before pulling back a bit to suckle his lower lip.

When he shifted to lay down beside her, cradling her against his side, she propped herself up on one unsteady elbow and traced his tattoo with her finger.

"I love you so much," she whispered. "How can I ever show you how much?"

"Kathryn, you already have." He captured her wandering hand and brought it to his lips. The gentle touch sent shivers down her spine, and she shifted to kiss his chest.

Her entire body buzzed with exhaustion, yet to her astonishment her hunger remained; she wanted him again. She wanted to make up for seven years of waiting in a single night, and she cared nothing for the impossibility of that desire. Determination filled her; she had to try.

His skin quivered under her slow assault. She straddled him and teased his nipple with her tongue. Her breasts rested upon him, and he reached to take one in his hand, his thumb mirroring the actions of her tongue.

She shuffled backwards to lower her head to his chest and deliberately tickled his skin with her hair, taking delight in his gasp of pleasure. She moved lower, intent upon tickling every inch of his golden flesh.

When she reached his groin she took a lock between her fingers and trailed it with deliberately agonizing slowness up his twitching length, laughing when he groaned.

She wanted to take him in her mouth again, but she wanted the element of surprise on her side. Instead, she blew a stream of warm air across sensitive flesh still damp from their joining.

"Kathryn, you really will give me a heart attack if you keep that up."

She watched his face as her fingers trailed up and down his thighs, advancing and retreating with unhurried movements. She replaced her fingers with her hair, sweeping it across his thighs, and then moved quickly to take his pulsing length between her lips.

She slid her lips down his shaft, tasting the wetness from their lovemaking. After forcing him to wait all of these years, she would now hold back nothing. The musky taste of sex pleased her more than she expected. She drew back, creating suction, and circled her tongue rapidly.

He cried out and she repeated the action, settling into a rhythm and taking great satisfaction in giving him this pleasure.

Nothing existed outside this experience as she savored every detail. His uncontrolled sounds of passion; his soft skin moving with her actions; the quick pulse of a blood vessel against her lower lip; the scent of him filling her nostrils.

She loved how the duranium-hard shaft seemed to have a sheath of the finest Rigelian silk. Nothing on a woman's body compared. She tickled the underside with her tongue, thrilled at his response. One of her hands had stopped absently stroking his thigh and crept between his legs with purpose.

"Kathryn," he gasped. "Please..."

"Shall I stop?" she asked innocently, her mouth still surrounding him. Her words vibrated through him and she felt him shudder. Her need to once again feel him deep inside her body overwhelmed her.

Chakotay's hand slid through her hair, and she turned her face to look up at him. Their eyes met. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly licked her lips, then lapped at him once again, thinking of the cherry tomato she had eaten earlier and finding her current treat more satisfying.

He groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head. The sight of his obvious enjoyment inspired a new rush of dampness between her thighs and she rose swiftly to straddle him. She held herself above him and grasped his length, trying to summon enough self control to torment him for a moment, but quickly failed and sank down to impale herself fully upon him.


Leaning forward a bit, she smiled down at him and ran a teasing finger over his chest. She watched his face, waiting for him to open his eyes again, and when he did she began to slowly rotate her hips.

He moaned her name again, his breath ragged. She deliberately clenched her inner muscles, tightening around him, and felt him throb in response. She did it again, and leaned forward to swallow his moan in a deep kiss.

This time she had control. She rose slowly, until she held only the tip of his erection within her, and then slowly took him in once again. Her hand reached back to fondle his balls.

She rose and fell slowly over him, her thighs trembling with the unaccustomed exertion. He began to meet her thrusts as her pace quickened, and they both moved frantically together, calling each other's names with whatever breath they managed to take. She flung her head back as her entire body convulsed, and she felt the moist warmth within her as he followed her into oblivion.

They collapsed together, unable to move, barely able to draw breath. For many minutes they lay still, allowing their bodies to recover.

"You have great talent, my love." He stroked the hair away from her face.

"You inspire me." She roused herself enough to kiss the hot flesh beneath her cheek. "I can't put it into words, how much I love you."

He chuckled softly. "You don't need to. I understand, Kathryn, and I love you too."

Would those words always amaze her? She stretched to kiss him once again, just because she could.

"I've dreamed of this night so often," he told her. "I feared that someday we would just lose control, up against the wall of the turbolift - "

"Sounds like fun," she said. "We'll have to try it sometime."


She grew more serious. "However it happened, we belong together."

"Yes, we do."

"So, one more time?"

"Do you want me to be able to get out of this bed tomorrow?"

"Not really. And I told you to eat your dinner. Do you have the strength or not?"

"I've had certain wicked thoughts about your bathtub, actually. You with me?"

She grinned. "Always."

Portions of this fic owe their inspiration to Endshame by Jinny R

Spiletta42's J/C Fanfiction

This transformative work constitutes a fair use of any copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. Star Trek™©, Star Trek: The Next Generation™©, Star Trek: Voyager™© and related properties exist as Registered Trademarks of Paramount Pictures. No copyright infringement intended. No profits made here. © Spiletta42, February 2003.