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Dorthe, leetah@danbbs.dk

NC-17

After The Swarm

The chronometre on Captain Janeway’s desk showed 21.24 and she and Commander Chakotay were going over system status reports. Their shifts had ended a little while ago, and the night shift was on the Bridge. Kathryn put her padd on the Ready Room coffee table and exclaimed:

-”I think we should call it a night.”

Chakotay put his padd down too. He looked thoughtfully at her, not certain whether or not to approach the issue he was thinking about.

-”You know, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you all day.”

-”Oh?” This piqued Kathryn’s curiosity

-”What did you do those nights you sneaked out of your house?”

-”Oh” she said with clear understanding, “well, I had some good friends in high school and among other things some nights we’d sneak on to the school property and play Parrises Squares, and...” Her voice trailed off for a moment, while she considered whether or not to tell him the story from one of those nights she had never told any one and finally decided, why not.

-”...And I had this boyfriend named Cheb..”

-”Ah” Chakotay said with a smile.

-”You know I’ve never told any one this, but not far from my house at the rim of the corn fields there was this huge willow tree, I used to go there all the time to study or just to think, and one night Cheb and I decided to meet there for a midnight picnic. It was the most perfect night that summer, the air was warm and the moon was full.” She looked out the window, remembering the smells and sounds of an Indiana summer night. She looked back at Chakotay’s expecting face. “The first time I ever made love was that night,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest and folding her arms around them, feeling warm at the recollection of the memory. She sat there for a moment and then said, without thinking:” I miss that kind of intimacy.” Chakotay looked at her, quite surprised by that statement, and she immediately realized what she had said and got up, her cheeks slightly flushed.

-”Uhm, do you want some coffee or...”

He crabbed her hand as she tried to retreat to the replicator.

-”Kathryn,” he said, not releasing her hand and standing up to face her. He hadn’t called her by her first name since they had been stranded on New Earth some time ago. “I miss it too,” he simply said, understanding exactly how she felt. She extended her other hand and their fingers entwined and finally Chakotay found the courage and opportunity to speak what he had been feeling for a long time now.

-”I am so attracted to you...Kathryn”

She smiled and lifted his hand, still entwined with hers and kissed it. She hesitated, not sure she should say anything, but her heart won over her reason.

-I know...I feel the same way about you,” she carefully answered.

He let go of her hands and folded his arms around her instead, while she lifted one hand and touched his face. His hands moved up her back and he began to loosen her long hair. She felt his warm hands under her hair and she looked into his brown eyes . Her sight then lingered on his mouth and she found herself impatiently expecting the sensation of the first kiss. And she was not let down. Her hair was framing her face and he took it in his hands and drew it to his and his soft lips touched hers. It was like getting a cold drink of water after a long walk in the desert and she couldn’t help letting a sigh escape her. The kiss was long and passionate, and she wished that they could stay like that forever, in each other’s arms, locked in a passionate kiss. But then he released her and sat on the couch. She was afraid that that was it, but he extended his hands and pulled her toward him, and she sat astride him. His lips were very close to her ear and he whispered:

-”Do you want to make love to me, Kathryn?”

It had been a while and the mere thought of it excited her. Many different reasons why this would be wrong flooded her mind, but her heart and desire won again as she whispered back:

-”Yes,” and she buried her face in his neck, her hands finding the zipper on his uniform. He stopped her hands and said:

-”Then maybe we should make our way to your quarters.”

She looked at him slightly flustered, not realizing at first where they were, but then she looked around the Ready Room and quickly agreed. She got up and straightened her hair, while he straightened his uniform, before they went through the door and crossed the Bridge as quickly as it was possible without causing suspicion. When the Turbolift doors closed behind them, they fell into each other’s arms again kissing passionately. When the lift stopped, they made their way down the corridor very fast. Kathryn opened the door and went inside, and Chakotay followed her. As soon as the door closed he pushed her against the wall, his breath quicker than usual. The way he was looking at her excited her, and her hands sought the zipper again, and this time she could pull the top of his uniform off him. He returned the gesture slowly, prolonging the moment. He pulled the purple turtle neck off her and his own too. He moved closer and his lips touched the bare skin on her neck. She leaned her head back against the wall as her fingers ran through his hair, and his lips moved down to her chest, kissing her firm breasts one and then the other, and then moved on to her stomach.

-”Chakotay, what are you doing?” She said almost frightened.

He looked up at her with a gleam in his eye. He pulled her uniform the rest of the way down, took it off her and tossed it aside. He kissed her stomach again as his hands moved up her legs, her thighs and up to her waist. He then lifted her up to sit on his hips. He moved towards the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, before he took off the rest of his own uniform and tossed it aside, too. He moved to kneel on the bed and she lifted herself up impatiently to meet him halfway. Her lips connected with the warm skin on his neck, and her fingers traced invisible patterns on his back. He squirmed a little. She gently bit his shoulder and then whispered in his ear:

-”Are you ticklish?”

-”Not usually, but your touch does something to me,” he said with his face buried in her beautiful hair. He then began to push her slowly backwards until she laid flat on the bed, her head raised slightly to look at him. Suddenly he moved fast and his head was between her legs, kissing her thighs and... She threw her head back in excitement, she had not been expecting this, and a loud gasp escaped her. His right hand rested on her stomach and she reached down and her fingers entwined with his. Her other hand grabbed the sheets on the bed and her nails dug into his hand as she came, calling out his name in ecstasy. He moved up her body and smiled when he saw her expression:

-”Was it that good?”

She could not speak, but actions speak louder than words, and she pulled his face close and kissed him with the force of the ecstasy she had felt a moment ago. She rolled around, gaining the upper hand. She sat astride his erection, feeling him disappear inside her, and now it was his time to throw his head back, gasping. He recovered from the initial feeling and sat up, embracing her. They were locked in this position, moving in the same rhythm, slowly at first, but then quicker as they approached the edge of the orgasm together. And then they came, their cries and gasps blending together, as they slowly came down from the peak of the orgasm. They stayed in that position for a while, just embracing, while their pulses slowly returned to normal. Then they laid back on the bed, pulling the cover up to their waists.

They lay closely together like spoons and Chakotay had his arms around her body. A tear ran down Kathryn’s cheek and hit Chakotay’s hand.

-”Hey, are you crying?” She turned around to face him.

-”I’m so happy that we have found each other like this, but I’m also somewhat concerned. This could bring forth some unforeseen consequences. We work very closely together every day, and part of that involves that I have to send you out on dangerous missions from time to time. It’s going to be more difficult from now on.”

He stroked her cheek and then put his arms around her again.

-”Don’t worry, Kathryn, we are both professionals and we can separate our work from our personal lives, though it might be a little difficult sitting there on the Bridge all day, all work and no play,” he said with a slight smile. She smiled at that.

-”Well, we can work something out about that. After all, I am the Captain,” she said with a gleam in her eye. He held her tight and she pressed herself against his body her lips close to his ear this time and she whispered:

-”I want more.”

He smiled, then laughed before he threw her into the pillows. Their lips met yet again, before they fell back into the act of love making, all worries and concerns put on hold for the night.