Warnings: Rated ST-17™© for explicit sexual content.
Categories: Ship, Het, Romance, PWP
Characters: Janeway, Chakotay
Spoilers: The Farther Shore.
A/N: There's groceries, there's laundry, there's stuff in between. Not much of a plot here. This would fit nicely at the end of The Farther Shore, and it ties in very well with my ficlet Those Who Wait but it isn't really a sequel. Written for Voyager Blue Alert.
Credits: Special thanks to Mysterious Participant for suggestions and beta reading. Thanks also to Squirrelly for excellent beta services and to Anne Rose for serving as technical advisor. You're the nuts!
Disclaimer: Paramount, oh Paramount, it wasn't the cough medicine...wait, who's going to get that joke? Guess I'm running low on witty disclaimers. Anyhow...Ownership is relative, Paramount. Gene Roddenberry invented Star Trek and God invented sex.
The lamb, the wild mushroom risotto, the champagne...it was all delicious, but none of it could compare to the joy of sharing it with Chakotay. He smiled often, and she did too. Talk of the crew faded away, replaced by more inconsequential chatter. She told him about the cafe with the amazing coffee and the sinfully good croissants.
"We could meet there for lunch sometime next week," she said.
"No," he answered. His hand covered hers on the table and their eyes met. "But that's where we'll have breakfast in the morning."
She smiled, and the hope within her grew. He didn't want to wait days to see her again. Although tempted, she didn't quite let herself believe he meant more.
Chakotay suggested double mocha capuccino ice cream, a treat they had often shared in the Delta Quadrant, and they moved over to the couch. They sat close and Kathryn could feel the heat of his thigh against her own. A shiver passed through her as she thought once again of her plans for later.
Tonight, she would kiss him goodnight. For seven years she had longed to kiss him, and tonight she finally could. She wanted to really, truly kiss him -- kiss him in a way that erased all doubts about her feelings, kiss him with passion and love, but a casual kiss goodnight was safer. If he still wanted more, as she thought he did, hoped he did, then she'd let a casual kiss serve as a stepping stone. If he didn't feel the same, if it was too late, then a casual goodnight kiss was still acceptable between friends.
Friends. They would always be that, she vowed. If the Delta Quadrant hadn't destroyed their friendship, then a love affair, or lack of one, must not come between them either. Maybe too much time had passed; maybe she should be satisfied with their current relationship. Still, a simple kiss, a gesture of affection...
He took her hand. "Why so serious?"
"It's nothing," she said. "Just thinking about how long it's been since we did this."
"We won't let that happen again," he said. "I miss seeing you every day."
She smiled, her anxiety fading away. "I miss you too."
"Kathryn." He grinned, his amusement plain in his eyes. "You have ice cream on your nose."
She started to reach for a napkin, but he caught her wrist. "Let me get it." His eyes sparkled with mischief.
He leaned in, his warm breath mingling with hers. The world transformed into a slow-motion swirl and her breath quickened. He kissed her nose, his tongue darting out to catch the ice cream.
Butterflies, apparently the Klingon variety, exploded into action within her as he moved away.
"You've got a spot too," she said, her voice soft. She stretched up and softly kissed away a tiny speck at the corner of his lips.
"There's some above your lip," he said.
Their eyes met for a heated moment, and then he leaned forward to kiss her, nibbling softly before teasing her lips apart to tangle his tongue with hers. His kiss said everything that her heart longed to hear.
A huge grin split his face. "Think I got it all?"
She smiled back. "Better make sure."
"Best to be thorough." His voice was soft, his eyes black with passion. He kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her close, his hand tangling in her hair.
The kiss lingered, stretching into another kiss, and another. Finally, after all this time, she was in his arms. His hand softly grazed her thigh, sending shivers up her spine.
"I think there's some on your neck," he whispered.
She laughed. "No there isn't."
He grinned wickedly and reached for his dish. "Now there is," he said, and smeared a spoonful of melted double mocha capuccino across her throat.
"You'll pay for that," she said, an eye on her own dish.
"Then I'd better clean it up," he answered. His lips followed the dribbling chocolate right to that spot on her throat that had always been her undoing.
Kathryn slid her hand across his chest and started to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his hot skin under her fingertips.
Her hand skated into his shirt and she felt the hammering of his heart against her palm. Her own heart raced, fueling a growing urgency. How could she ever have thought that kissing him would be enough?
His lips continued to explore her throat, kissing, tasting, always returning to that one spot that made her quiver.
"Chakotay," she whispered. "The bedroom."
"I like that idea." His hot breath stirred her hair. "I like that idea very much."
"Thought you might." She pulled back to look at him, her hand rising of its own accord to stroke his face. The love she had kept locked away for so long swelled within her, filling her with joy, and she saw that love and joy reflected in his eyes.
He grinned, his smile seemingly too big for his face. She realized her own smile must look just as ridiculous.
"It's finally time," he said.
"Yes," she said.
He stood and pulled her up after him, then hugged her fiercely. His shirt hung open, and she pressed a kiss to his chest. It seemed so natural to be with him like this, and yet so overwhelming, too.
"There's one thing I have to say before we do this."
"I love you," he said.
She looked up into his face, the intensity in his eyes stealing her breath away. Her hand came up to trace his tattoo as it had so many times in her mind. "I love you too."
They grinned at each other for a moment and burst into laughter.
"Why are we laughing?" she asked.
"It's called happiness, Kathryn. Something you haven't allowed yourself to feel in far too long."
"Or you either," she said. "I'm sorry -- "
He put his finger to her lips. "No regrets. We did what needed to be done, and we both know we made the right choice."
Then he kissed her again, and all second thoughts disappeared. There was only the heat of his solid body pressed against her, and the movement of his lips on hers.
She felt his fingers trace the zipper at the back of her dress and she briefly thought of the stiff fabric of her uniform. Starfleet uniforms didn't have zippers that could be lowered. With uniforms, Chakotay couldn't have let his fingers brush against her bare skin like that. The contact sent sparks of electricity up and down her back.
"The bedroom," she said.
"The bedroom," he echoed.
She took his hand and led him down the short hallway. Her eyes locked with his. She pushed her dress off of her shoulders and let it fall away to pool at her feet.
"I always knew you'd be this beautiful," he said.
She stepped into his arms and finished unbuttoning his shirt with slow, careful fingers. "You're beautiful too," she said, admiring the light sprinkling of hair that accented his well muscled chest.
He let go of her long enough to shrug away the garment, then took her mouth in another passionate kiss. His hands glided up and down her back, tracing the silk boundries of her bra and cupping her bottom to pull her snugly against him.
She could feel him throbbing against her belly, and wanted to feel him, warm and hard, pulsing in her hand. She stepped back, trying to put a few inches of distance between them, and fumbled with the closure on his trousers, distracted by the way his tongue lightly traced the contours of her ear.
She abandoned the task and gave in to sensation, arching into his touch as his hands skimmed over her breasts. He struggled for a moment with the front clasp on her bra, and she laughed.
"Watch it, Kathryn, you'll bruise my ego."
"Look at us." She tugged at the tricky closure on his pants. "You'd think we'd never done this before."
He smiled. "It has been a while. I hope we haven't forgotten how."
"We'll manage." She stretched up to kiss him. "We do that well enough."
"We do," he agreed. "Imagine how well we'll do with some practice."
He kissed her again, passionately, tenderly, his hands caressing her waist before sliding up to unfasten her bra.
"That's better," she teased, then gasped as his thumb circled her nipple.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "Well worth the extra effort."
She laughed. "I'd better give it another try too, don't you think?" She reached down and worked the troublesome closure with determination. It opened and she shoved his pants off his hips so she could stroke him through the fabric of his boxers. "Well worth the extra effort."
He groaned, and she watched his face contort with pleasure as he throbbed in her small hand. "Come to bed, Chakotay."
He pulled her against him and kissed her deeply. "I could stand here and kiss you all night."
"Could you?" She wiggled her hips against him, laughing when he groaned.
"Maybe not," he admitted. "I'll be right back."
"Back from where?"
"Trust me." He kissed her softly and left the room.
She turned down the bed, and when he returned he placed a large bowl of freshly replicated ice cream on the nightstand. She watched hungrily as he lowered his shorts to reveal his swollen member before he joined her on the bed and kissed her softly.
His hands stroked down her body and drew away her final garment. He caressed her thigh and stomach, then leaned down and kissed the hollow above her collarbone. "Do you have any idea how beautiful this is?"
"It can't be as beautiful as this," she answered, her hand skating down his arm.
He sat up to study her. "Every inch of you is a natural work of art."
She took his hand and kissed his fingers. "You make me believe that. Then again, you once told me that a Bajoran vulture draped in rotting goat intestines is a natural work of art."
"It is, in the right light. He looked so content, so happy, basking in the sun..." He laughed. "I want to see you that happy, Kathryn." He kissed her softly. "But the only thing I want to see draped across your body is mine."
"I think that can be arranged," she said.
They both laughed and he kissed her again, sucking gently on her lower lip.
"You are a work of art," he said. "The softness of your skin...the curve of your breast..." He punctuated each word with soft kisses. His lips trailed down between her breasts. "So perfect," he said, and reached for the ice cream.
It had already started to melt, and he used the spoon to drizzle some over her throat and across her breasts. It splattered coolly against her skin, feeding the tendrils of flame within her, stimulating a dozen points at once.
His lips and tongue followed the trails of double mocha, quickly warming her skin. He took a bite of the ice cream, then took a taut nipple between his lips.
She gasped at the cold and the intensity of sensation.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Okay?" She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. "That's indescribable."
He continued, his tongue circling her sensitive nipple, his lips sucking gently. The other nipple received equal treatment, then he dribbled another spoonful of melted ice cream across her belly. "I want to make love to every inch of you," he said solemnly. His tongue dragged across her stomach, licking away the cool liquid. "This way, I won't miss a spot."
"You're a romantic nut," she teased. Then he dropped a large spoonful below her navel, just above the apex of her thighs, and she yelped at the sudden cold against her hot flesh.
She squirmed as ice cream dribbled down through soft curls. "I don't think there's any danger that you'd miss that spot." She slapped at him playfully and they both laughed.
"Best to be thorough." He lowered his head and slid down her body, turning her laughter into gasps.
He pressed her thighs apart, his breath tickling intimate places. His mouth closed over what remained of the spoonful. His tongue, cool from the ice cream, traced her outer lips. The intensity made her cry out, squirming beneath the exquisite sensations as he lapped away the rapidly melting ice cream.
He paused and she opened her eyes to see him take something from the ice cream dish. He held up a bright red cherry and placed it just above her throbbing nub.
The cold faded, leaving sensitive tissue that felt hotter than before. His tongue, now warm in contrast to the cold cherry, prodded her tender, swollen flesh. She cried out as his lips closed around the fruit, his mouth moving against her aching center as he slowly ate it. Her concentration narrowed until it included only the soft sucking of his mouth as he chased any stray drops of melted double mocha. His tongue traced circles around her aching bundle of nerves until she was sobbing in ecstacy.
Her fingers slid through his hair as she clutched the sheets with the other hand. The delicious tension low in her belly spread outward, tearing his name from her throat as she toppled over the edge into oblivion.
His tongue followed the river of chocolate up to her navel as she struggled to catch her breath.
He raised his head and she chuckled. There was ice cream all over his face.
"You're a mess," she said.
"It was worth it." He teased her breast, which was covered with sticky half-dried streaks of chocolate, and drew her nipple into his mouth.
She threw her head back, enjoying his attention. His fingers slipped between her legs, gently stroking, bringing her close to a second climax faster than she expected. "Stop," she said. "Your turn." She pushed him over onto his back.
The ice cream had become little more than sticky soup, but it served its purpose. She poured a liberal amount on his chest, then dumped the remainder on his groin.
He jumped. "That's cold."
"Payback," she answered. "And the scoop you dumped on me was still frozen."
"It was worth it, wasn't it?"
"Absolutely." She kissed him. "Now enjoy."
She lowered her head to his chest, kissing away puddles of ice cream. Her hair dragged through the mess and she laughed. "We'll need a shower after this."
"I'm counting on it," he said.
"So am I." She swirled her tongue around his nipple and smiled at his gasp of pleasure.
She worked her way across his chest methodically. He stayed in shape, and she finally could fully appreciate his firm chest, and the strong shoulders that had eased her own burdens over the years.
Her tongue dipped into his navel, then moved lower.
He gasped as she slid her tongue up the length of his erection, teasing him as she lapped at the melted ice cream. She took him fully in her mouth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She drew back, creating suction, and circled her tongue rapidly.
He cried out and she settled into a rhythm, thrilled to be able to give him this at last. Her mind flashed to a dozen old fantasies-- the turbolift-- the ready room-- the bridge. None of them possible. None of them as intimate-- as real-- as this moment. His soft skin moving with her actions-- his sounds of pleasure-- the quick pulse of a blood vessel against her lower lip.
"Kathryn, stop. I won't last."
Reluctantly she raised her head. "I want to -- "
"Next time," he said. "Now come here. Please."
She moved up beside him and kissed him deeply. He reached down and slid a finger through her slick folds, making her gasp.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked.
She smiled. "A momentous decision."
He laughed. "It is, but I trust you'll choose wisely."
She chuckled and kissed him again, then shifted to straddle him. She wrapped her fingers around his length and carefully sank down to impale herself upon him, joining their bodies as one and savoring a satisfying fullness so long denied.
She smiled down at him and ran a finger over his sticky, ice cream coated 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 gasped her name between ragged breaths. She deliberately clenched her inner muscles and felt him throb deep within her. They were together, finally...finally...She leaned down to swallow his moan in a deep kiss.
She swept her tongue into his mouth aggressively, exploring, tasting, drawing his tongue into her mouth so she could suck it, scraping it over her teeth in her excitement. Her thighs trembled with the unaccustomed exertion and she gave up on slow, grinding herself into him.
He met her thrusts, grasping her hips as they rocked together with growing urgency. His hand explored their joining, speeding her upward spiral into sweet oblivion.
She flung her head back and her vision swam as the ripples of pleasure spread outward until it seemed her entire body was throbbing.
"Beautiful," he said, his voice strained. "So beautiful when you come. So free -- "
His rhythm faltered, and she felt the warm flood within her as he jerked upward and followed her over the edge.
She collapsed on top of him, struggling for breath.
"I knew you'd make the right decision," he whispered into her neck.
"Don't make me laugh until I'm done seeing stars."
"I saw stars too," he said. "And of all the stars we've seen together, these were the most beautiful."
"You sound like a romantic fool," she whispered. "I love you."
"You'd better get used to it," he said. "I've spent so many years not saying the things I wanted to say that I'm not all that inclined to hold back now."
"I don't want you to hold back anything, ever again."
"And if I get the silly urge to call you darling or sweetheart?"
"Chakotay, I love you so much that I'd let you call me snookums if it made you happy." She paused. "You don't, do you?"
"Want to call me snookums?"
He chuckled. "No, Kathryn, you're safe there."
"I love this, relaxing here in your arms." She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "Unfortunately, I'm very sticky, and I'd really like that shower now."
"I hope I'm invited."
"You certainly are," she said. "In fact, I might have to insist. You've got ice cream everywhere."
"Let's go, then," he said, although several minutes passed before either of them moved.
"Real water?" she asked.
He chuckled "I don't think a sonic shower's going to get the job done."
"Sonic showers are much more thorough." She tried without success to hide a grin. "It would get rid of the ice cream."
"That's not the job I meant," he said. He reached for her, and long minutes passed as they stood in the doorway and shared a tender, heated kiss.
Then she turned and fussed with the shower controls, as aware of his eyes skimming up and down her back as if he touched her with more than his eyes.
She stepped into the streaming water. "Chakotay, will you be joining me?"
He grinned sheepishly. "I was just admiring the scenery. You take my breath away, Kathryn."
"You're not so bad yourself, mister, even if you are a sticky mess."
He followed, laughing, and slid his hand down her backside. When she turned to kiss him again, he pulled her firmly against his body.
"I've always wanted to wash your hair," he said. His fingers danced up her back and slid through the damp strands.
She smiled and handed him the shampoo. He opened it and breathed deeply. "I've always loved this scent."
"Good, because that's what I was planning to use on you."
The steam surrounded them as she turned her back to him, letting him massage the shampoo into her hair. He took his time as he worked the lather.
"Turn around," he whispered. "I want to see you like this, with the lather framing your face."
She turned, smiling at him, and caught her breath at the emotion in his eyes.
"Seeing you like this, it makes it all real somehow." He grinned and tugged at his ear. "Does that seem silly?"
"Not at all," she said. "I know exactly what you mean." She ran her hands up his chest, rubbing away the sweet evidence of their lovemaking.
He laughed softly and tasted her lips again. Then he turned her once more so that he could rinse the soap from her hair. His hands slid down onto her shoulders, massaging them gently as she leaned back against him.
"That feels good," she said.
He continued for several minutes while the hot water poured down on them. Then she turned and started to thoroughly lather his chest.
His hands slid over her shoulders and down to assure the cleanliness of her breasts. She paused, enjoying his ministrations. He lingered over the task until she finally laughed. "They're clean now."
"Just making sure," he answered. "I don't want to neglect anything important." His hand slid down between her legs and he had her gasping in moments.
His eyes were black with passion, and when she moved down to wash between his legs she found him half hard. She stroked him gently with soapy hands and watched his face as his breath sped up and his mouth fell open. "One more time?"
"I think I can manage," he said hoarsely.
She grinned. "Think we're too old for up against the wall?"
"I think we could manage."
"I'm shorter than you," she said. "How about we go back to bed?"
"Kathryn, I will never argue with that suggestion."
She laughed, and they quickly rinsed away the remaining soap.
"I always knew the best part of getting home wouldn't be the coffee," she said as they towelled off and headed back to the bedroom.
He smiled. "The best part will come tomorrow, when we wake up together, and have breakfast together, and I don't have to bite my tongue to keep from calling you beautiful. Finally having the freedom to speak honestly, to say 'I love you' -- that's the best part, Kathryn."
"That part might have to happen somewhere else if we don't do something about that." She nodded at the bed, with its rumpled sheets sticky with melted ice cream.
"You find the fresh sheets," he said. "I'll take care of this." He kissed her softly. "Then we'll make our bed together."
They had breakfast at the little cafe she had told him about. She pointed out some of her favorite items on the menu.
"Real men don't eat quiche," he said.
She grinned. "Oh, I think I know how to fix that, love."
He grinned back. "I like the sound of that."
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