Just One Kiss
By Maquis Leader
Rating: NC17
Author’s note: This is the second story in the Jailhouse Bride trilogy. Please read Chapter 1 first.
Chakotay turned the bridge over to
Tuvok and walked over to the ready room door. Kathryn had left the bridge not
long after they’d exited the hub.
Inside she was speaking with
Admiral Paris. “She’s beautiful, Owen, just wait until you see her.”
“I’ll
come back later, Captain.” Chakotay turned to leave.
“Sit down.” She waved him on in the room before
continuing her conversation with the Admiral. “We’ll be there in about six
hours. The warp drive is offline and
without B'Elanna down there to fix it, we’ll have to limp along at impulse. No
one else has her touch with the engines.”
“That gives us a little time to
get ready for you and to get Tom’s mother up here. Good to have you home,
Katie. Paris out.”
“Katie?”
Chakotay arched an eyebrow.
“He’s always called me that.” She
grinned. “Lord knows I’ve been called worse.
I’m glad you’re here, I wanted to talk to you.”
“I wanted to talk to you, too.” He
rested a hip on the corner of her desk. “We’ve been waiting a long time to get
here.”
“Yes, we have.” Kathryn stood up
and walked around to place a hand on his arm. “We’ve been waiting a very long
time, Chakotay. Since New Earth. Maybe
even before that.”
“New
Earth?” His mind suddenly felt full of cotton candy. “Before?”
“The first day on the bridge. I laid
my hand on your chest and stepped between you and Tom.” Her hand moved to his
chest.
“Bridge? Tom?” Tell her you
love her, stupid! His brain was starting to work, but his mouth just kept
inanely repeating what she was saying.
“You moved toward him until your
body was pressed against mine.” Kathryn pressed against him just as he had that
first day. “And you looked down at me with those beautiful eyes.” One hand
drifted to his cheek.
Now nothing was coming out of his
mouth. He opened and closed it several times, but couldn’t force out the words
he wanted and needed to say.
“I know it may be too late for us, Chakotay, but I need to tell you that I love you.” She slid her hands up his chest to where the black gave way to red. “I want to kiss you at least one time.”
“Kiss?”
He forced the word out. Yes! Kissing is good!
Kathryn looked up into his eyes
searching for love or possibly rejection.
All she saw was shock and surprise.
He doesn’t love me. Pain
shattered her heart. I’m still
getting my kiss before Seven takes him. If he gets mad then so be it. Her
hands moved up over his shoulders to the back of his neck.
Chakotay knew he was gaping at her
like the village idiot, but he couldn’t seem to process what she was
saying. He had prepared a speech to
tell her that he still loved her while he sat on the bridge watching the
sunrise across Earth’s face. It had vanished in the confusion.
Rising up on her toes, she pulled
his head down until their lips met. Gently she caressed his lips, aware of him
trembling under her hands. When he
didn’t return the kiss, she pulled back.
His hands locked on her arms and
jerked her back to him. His mouth
covered hers, crushing her lips. The
kiss was hungry and desperate with his tongue plunging repeatedly into her mouth
to taste her.
Kathryn clung to him, returning
the kiss and her fingers curled into the soft hair at the nape of his
neck. Greedily she caught and sucked
his tongue.
“Kathryn…”
He twisted free. “I love you! Spirits, how I love you!”
“Oh, Chakotay, I thought I’d lost
you.” Tears stung her eyes. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”
“Never.” He kissed her again, his
hands sliding down over her bottom to mold her to his body. The taste of her
filled him and he lapped at her, sucking her tongue and lips. Pinning her against the desk, he ground his
hips against hers and his hands moved under her jacket searching for her
breasts.
Tugging the jacket open and
pulling her shirts up for him, Kathryn guided his head to her breasts. Tearing her
bra open, Chakotay was humping urgently against her, his arousal hot and hard
against her belly as he suckled.
Sliding her hands up under his jacket, she kneaded the thick muscles in
his back before moving down to clasp the taut buttocks and hold him to her.
“I need you…” Nuzzling a soft pink
nipple, he nipped at it gently causing her to yelp. “I need you, Kathryn…”
“I need you, too…” Parting her
legs, she clamped his thigh between hers and began riding it. The ache inside her grew as he pushed harder
against her.
She felt her pants come undone and
his big hands push them down. His fingers skimmed over her thighs and Kathryn
spread her legs silently begging him to touch her throbbing, aching center.
Chakotay slid his fingers through
the auburn curls before plunging into her wetness. She arched back against the desk and groaned in pleasure as he
pumped roughly in and out of her. “Oh, God, yes!” She groped until she found the hard shaft and stroked it through
his pants.
“You
want me?” He panted against her trembling mouth.
“Yes… yes…” Undoing his pants, she
took the thick velvety shaft in her hands. “Now…”
“Computer, lock the ready room
doors and shut down the comm system. Authorization Chakotay Maquis 4.”
“Ready
room doors locked and comm system disabled.”
“Maquis?”
Kathryn laughed.
“Just in case I ever needed to
mutiny.” He sucked in his breath as she
squeezed his balls, her fingers pushing up into the sensitive spot just behind
them. “Or we wanted to do this.”
Abruptly, she found herself pushed
facedown across her desk. She felt him
spreading her open before he plunged into her and buried himself to the hilt. Big…
too big… oh, God…wonderful… yes… yes… “Yes!”
“Spirits, you’re hot… and so
tight…” His climax was too close, and Chakotay began driving into her hard and
deep. Painful pleasure ripped through
his shaft and into his belly and thighs.
The fingers of one hand dug into her hip and the other twisted into her
uniform jacket between her shoulders holding her down.
Gripping the other side of the
desk for support she whimpered and moaned as he pumped into her. Fire crashed and cart wheeled through her
rushing towards her orgasm. With each
powerful thrust, he moved her forward until she was up on her toes and finally
dangling over the desk like a rag doll as he pumped into her.
A helpless giggle bubbled up. Good
thing this desk is bolted down! His grunts excited her further. God,
he’s an animal! The image of what they must look like, Voyager’s Captain
sprawled across her desk getting royally fucked by her First Officer – no – by
her Maquis Warrior set off the explosion.
It was there suddenly bursting over her and ripping his name from her.
Hearing his name echo through the
room as she came sent Chakotay spiraling over the edge. Slamming into her welcoming body with one
last savage thrust, he exploded.
Grinding deep inside of her, he strained to touch her womb as her inner
walls milked him of the last drops of his seed.
Gasping, he fell forward onto her
and buried his face in her hair. “I love you, Kathryn…”
“I love you, too.” Reaching back,
she found his hand and twined their fingers together. “And Chakotay…”
“What?”
He panted.
“Feel
free to mutiny anytime.”
His laughter rumbled against her
back. “I don’t think it’s a mutiny if you cooperate.” Gently he pulled himself from her and fastened his pants before
he helped her to stand.
“I’m the Captain and I get to make
the rules around here.” Kathryn’s knees
were wobbly and she clung to him for support. “Rule one: you have to help me to
the bathroom after you fuck my brains out.”
“Aye aye, Captain.” Swinging her
up into his arms, Chakotay carried her to the small bathroom. Getting a
washcloth wet, he gently and carefully bathed the stickiness off her thighs.
Tangling her fingers in the raven
hair, Kathryn felt a rush of love at his tenderness. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
“Hey,
what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just no one’s ever done
that before.” She scrubbed at her eyes. “The mess was always my problem.”
“It’s not a mess.” He cradled her
against his chest. “Its my seed mixed with your juices. If I had more time, I’d lick it off your
thighs.”
More tears threatened and she
snuggled her face into the curve of his neck. “I do love you.”
“White thighs.” He moved his hands down over her bare bottom
to pull her closer. “White creamy thighs.”
“Chakotay, shut up before we wind
up on the floor!” She giggled. Clearly she wasn’t the only one who’d fantasized
about the difference in the color of their skin.
They cuddled together on the sofa
watching the stars go by. “We’re home, Chakotay, finally home.” When he didn’t answer, she tipped her head
back to look at him. There was an
unease in the black velvet eyes. “What
is it?”
“I’m
worried about what happens now.”
“What
happens now is we live happily ever after.”
“I’m
not so sure.”
A
shiver raced up her spine. Did he want to be with Seven after all?
“Starfleet still calls us ‘the
Maquis crew’. They’ve never said what they’re going to do with us.”
“Chakotay, they’re not going to do
anything.” Kathryn brushed her fingers over his tattoo. “Admiral Janeway would have told us.” God
knows she spilled the beans on everything else!
“She didn’t say what happened to me.”
“She told me.” She shook her head. “And I’m not telling you because now it won’t happen.”
“In her timeline Voyager came home after twenty three years not seven.” He frowned. “No one cared about the Maquis anymore.”
“You will not go to prison.” Kathryn pulled his head down for a flaming kiss, her tongue playing with his. “Is that clear, Mister?”
“Crystal.” Smiling, Chakotay pulled her to her feet. “Why don’t we go to your quarters and make love?”
“Why don’t we?” Show me those dimples and I’ll do anything you want! Taking his arm, they walked out of the ready room and onto the bridge.
They stopped at the sight of Starfleet security guards holding phaser rifles. Kathryn’s heart began to pound painfully. Stepping in front of Chakotay, she growled. “What’s the meaning of this?”
“Captain Janeway?” One of the security guards walked toward her.
“You’re not taking any of my crew.” The man faltered under the force of her glare. Behind her, she felt Chakotay’s hand rest on the small of her back.
“I attempted to contact you, Captain.” Tuvok told her. “But you were… in conference with the Commander.”
“Captain Kathryn Janeway?” The guard held out a PADD to Chakotay. “You’re under arrest.”
“What?” He scanned the PADD somehow not surprised to see Admiral Necheyev’s name at the bottom of the order.
“Multiple violations of the Prime Directive, the Temporal Prime Directive, reckless endangerment of a Starfleet crew and vessel.” The man had the grace to flush. “And consorting with the enemy.”
Chakotay pushed the man back a step. “Are you arresting me, too? Aren’t I the enemy?”
“The Maquis have all been pardoned, sir. Part of the treaty.” The guard motioned in the direction of the turbolift. “Captain, please, I’d rather not use restraints.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Kathryn lifted her chin another notch. “Chakotay, take care of our ship.”
He watched her walk proudly to the lift. “Kathryn?” She turned. “I’ll get the carpets cleaned this time.”
A smile crooked up the corner of her mouth. “See that you do.”
In the lift, she locked eyes with him until the door closed between them.
The third story in the trilogy: And The Bride Wore An Ankle Restraint...