And The Bride Wore An Ankle Restraint...

By Maquis Leader

Rated NC17

Author’s note: This is the third story in the Jailhouse Bride trilogy. Please read Chapter one first.

“Well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind, Kathy, but I’m glad you’re finally getting married.”

“What do you mean, finally?” Kathryn glared at her mother.

“Let’s face it, you’re pretty long in the tooth.”

Phoebe laughed at the look on her sister’s face. Kathryn was still young, not even middle aged, but their mother was acting like she had one foot in the grave.

“I’m not saying you’d be like your Aunt Maggie, with twelve cats for company.” Gretchen shrugged.

“Thank you.” Kathryn said. Her Aunt Maggie was an acid tongued old witch as far as she was concerned.

“You’re a dog person, after all.”

“Just remember that when it’s time to put you in a home – “ Kathryn opened the box Phoebe had carried in. “I get to pick which one.”

“Oh, Kathy…” Phoebe gasped as Kathryn lifted the white dress from the box. “It’s beautiful.”

The dress had white Irish lace over a silvery satin sheath. Sapphire blue ribbon wove in and out along the scooped neckline and sleeves. “Oh, Chakotay…” Tears prickled her eyes.

“Wow, oh, Kathy, he’s a keeper.” Her sister ran a fingertip over the delicate material.

“Don’t I know it.” Holding the dress to her, she laughed and twirled around in circles.

“So, you nervous?”

“Not a bit.”

“Liar.” B'Elanna smiled as she pinned the pale peach rose to Chakotay’s lapel.

“No, B'Elanna, I’m not.”

“Why so jittery then?” She smoothed the shoulders of his tux jacket before she stepped back.

“Anticipation.” He smiled. “It’s so close, B'Elanna. Everything I’ve ever wanted is so close, and I can’t wait.”

“And you deserve it, Old Man.”

“I do, don’t I?” He laughed at her surprised expression. “That was the part where I’m supposed to be humble? Self effacing?”

“Well, that’s more what I’d expect.” She laughed with him.

“Are we ready in here?” Tom stuck his head around the door.

“I’ve been ready, Tom.” Chakotay walked toward the door. “I’ve been ready for years.”

Outside, Admiral Paris stood under a tree, grateful for the shade. The Australian sunshine turned his formal uniform into a sauna. “Next review, I recommend shorts and sleeveless shirts.”

“You look handsome, Owen.” April Paris straightened his collar and made a minute adjustment to his rank pips. “I could never resist a man in uniform.”

“Flirt.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her cheek.

“Tom looks handsome in his tux, doesn’t he?” She nodded at Tom as he walked toward them with B'Elanna and Chakotay. “Though I think he’d be much handsomer in his uniform.”

“Well, can’t say as I blame him.” Owen smiled at his son. “I may not be in this uniform much longer myself.”

“Nonsense, Owen. You’ll be in Starfleet until they wheel you out.” She took Tom’s hand as he walked up. “Tell him, Tom.”

“Now don’t bring him into this. I’m telling you, April, I’m retiring and buying a boat.” He slapped Tom on the shoulder. “Tell her, Tom.”

“Any chance we can head back to the Delta Quadrant?” Tom asked Chakotay.

“Not on your life, fly boy.” B'Elanna slid an arm around his waist. “I’m buying a fishing pole and going with your dad.”

“There we go!” Owen laughed and reached out to take B'Elanna’s hand. “We’ll get Miral a hat and she can be first mate!”

He was laughing with them, but Chakotay was staring at the door leading into the trustee’s compound. Kathryn would be walking out of that door at any moment, and the wait was becoming unbearable. He had sat up last night putting the finishing touches on Kathryn’s gift before sleeping and dreaming of her in the beautiful white dress he’d found for her.

A shuttle flew over and Owen glared at it. “They’re supposed to keep the damn press out of here!”

“Relax, Owen.” April scolded. “Kathryn and Chakotay are celebrities. Everyone’s excited they’re getting married.”

“I’d like to find out who leaked the news.” He glared again at the shuttle, retreating now as two Starfleet shuttles chased it out of the area. “And court martial them.”

“You can’t court martial civilians, Dad.” Tom laughed. “The lady in the dress shop went a little ga-ga over Chakotay buying a wedding dress.”

“Ga-ga?” B'Elanna rolled her eyes. “You are not allowed to teach Miral to talk.”

“She can teach him a few things – “ Chakotay stopped as the door opened. Phoebe and Gretchen came out, both of them smiling and beautiful, but he had eyes only for Kathryn.

The white dress emphasized her trim form, flowing over the soft curves, and her auburn hair was loose around her shoulders. She held a bouquet of peach and pink roses in one hand, tucking the other hand in the curve of Tom’s arm as he hustled over to her.

Kathryn smiled at him, and Chakotay felt lightheaded. His heart was pounding and he couldn’t seem to get enough air. B'Elanna put a hand on his back, rubbing in comforting circles.

Tom, playing father of the bride, stopped before Chakotay. His face was solemn, but there was a twinkle in the baby blue eyes as he placed Kathryn’s hand in Chakotay’s. With a wink, he stepped back to stand next to Gretchen.

Kathryn handed her bouquet to Phoebe, then threw both arms around Chakotay, hugging him fiercely. “Chakotay, oh, Chakotay. I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you, too.” Tucking her head under his chin, he breathed in the soft rose scent that was uniquely Kathryn. “I love you, Kathryn.”

B'Elanna had been rolling her eyes at Kathryn’s mother and sister sniffling into their hankies, and Chakotay’s reaction to Kathryn’s appearance had made her grin, but now she felt tears fill her own eyes and trickle down her cheeks.

Roughly, she wiped at them, cursing her romantic Klingon nature. She looked up to see Tom smiling at her, blinking back tears of his own. I love you, he mouthed to her. She nodded and wiped at fresh tears. Me too.

It had been four months since they’d been able to touch each other, and that contact had been limited by the presence of her lawyer to hand holding and the occasional kiss. The situation had been uncomfortable for everyone.

When the trial was over and the verdict announced, Chakotay had vaulted over the railing separating him from Kathryn and taken her in his arms for one last, desperate kiss before they pulled her away from him. In the time since then, a force field had separated them.

Kathryn buried her face in Chakotay’s throat, kissing the soft skin and gulping in his spicy, earthy scent. Strong fingers tipped her head up, and she had a moment to glimpse his face before his lips settled on hers. She stood up on tiptoe to return the kiss, eagerly parting her lips to let his tongue play with hers.

Admiral Paris cleared his throat as the kiss continued for another moment before they stepped apart. “You have to wait until I say so for that part.”

Taking her bouquet back from her sister, Kathryn gripped Chakotay’s hand tightly. “I wouldn’t be here if I followed orders, Owen.”

“True enough.” He laughed. Pulling a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, Owen began to read from it. “One of the rare joys of being an admiral is the opportunity to join friends together in marriage.”

Chakotay was only half listening as he looked down at Kathryn. Her cheeks were flushed, the smoky blue eyes were bright with tears, and her lips were crooked in the familiar smile he loved.

It struck him suddenly that he was looking farther down than usual. Kathryn’s forehead usually came up to his lips and he had had to restrain himself on more than one occasion to keep from kissing her. Now her forehead was somewhere in the vicinity of his throat and the top of her head had fit under his chin. Comfortably so, but still…

Catching the slight frown on his face, Kathryn tilted her head down and waited until he looked. She raised the edge of her dress enough to show her bare toes. “My shoes hurt.” She whispered.

Chakotay smiled, dimples flashing, and chuckled softly. Only Kathryn Janeway would come to her wedding barefoot. B'Elanna poked him sharply in the back. He jumped and his head snapped up. Admiral Paris was looking at him expectantly. “Yes!” He blurted out. The question had gone by him, but Chakotay was sure that was the answer.

Kathryn giggled and squeezed his hand while everyone laughed.

“And Kathryn…” Owen turned to her. “Do you promise to share your life with Chakotay? To live and work together to create the joy and happiness you both deserve?” Gretchen cleared her throat loudly. “And to give your mother grandchildren?”

“Yes.” Smiling up at Chakotay, she said it firmly. “I do.”

“About time.” Tom muttered.

“The rings, please.” Owen held his hand out.

Kathryn and Chakotay both looked at him in surprise. The officials at the penal colony had informed them that she would not be allowed to wear a wedding ring.

“I – I’m still working on them.” Chakotay said softly.

There was a tinge of sadness in his voice, but she wasn’t going to let it ruin their wedding day. “We don’t need rings.”

Owen arched an eyebrow and fixed them both with the stern look that had made many a Starfleet officer’s knees knock. “The rings.”

B'Elanna handed over a velvet box, a big grin on her face. Owen opened the box to reveal two silver rings. Taking the smaller one, he handed it to Chakotay.

Chakotay looked at the ring for a moment. It was an intriguing design. Hands held a heart topped with a crown.

“Well give it to her, already.” B'Elanna poked him in the side. “Heart facing in.”

Sliding the ring on her finger, he lifted Kathryn’s hand to his lips and kissed it.

Taking the larger ring from Owen, Kathryn turned it so the heart was facing inwards and slid it onto Chakotay’s ring finger. Then she kissed his hand as he had hers.

“By the power vested in me by Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, I pronounce you man and wife.” Owen paused and winked. “April says that’s old fashioned and I should declare you life mates, and she’s really the boss around here.”

Laughing, Chakotay leaned down to kiss Kathryn. He stopped when Admiral Paris cleared his throat. “I was going to kiss my bride.”

“And you have to wait.” Owen winked again.

“Haven’t I waited long enough?”

“Good point, Chakotay. You may now kiss your bride.”

Carefully, gently cradling Kathryn’s face in his hands, Chakotay lowered his lips to hers. Her hand slid up his chest to curve around his neck and her fingers tangled into his hair. Kathryn’s lips were soft and warm under his, parting to let his tongue in to play with hers in a slow and lazy kiss.

The clapping and laughter of their family reminded them of where they were, and Chakotay reluctantly broke off the kiss. Even more reluctantly, he let go of Kathryn so that her mother could hug her.

“Welcome to the wonderful life of a married man.” Tom slung an arm around his shoulders. “And just think – you can call her the ‘old ball and chain’ and not be lying.”

“Tom!” B'Elanna slapped his arm affectionately.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, sweetheart.” He let go of Chakotay to hug her and brush a kiss across her brow. “There’s nobody I’d rather be leg shackled to than you.”

“You’re such a romantic fool.”

There was a tent set up and a small elegant table held their wedding luncheon.

“The rings are beautiful, B'Elanna.” Kathryn reached across the table to take her hand. “Thank you.”

“I was helping Chakotay with some research on Celtic designs and found them. They were designed by a man from Galway, in old Ireland. He had been on a voyage to the West Indies and was captured and sold as a slave, but he eventually returned to Ireland.” B'Elanna opened the velvet box and took out a small piece of paper.

“That sounds a lot like us.” Kathryn smiled at Chakotay. “Stranded so far from home.”

“Wearing the ring on the left hand with the heart facing in means you’re taken. In Galway, they consider that the same as married and they still wear the Claddagh as wedding rings. There’s more here; I wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget it.”  B'Elanna said. Unfolding the paper, she read the legend of the ring to them.

“The hands are there for friendship,

The heart is there for love,

For loyalty throughout the year,

The crown is raised above.”

“Friendship, love, and loyalty?” Chakotay leaned down and kissed Kathryn’s cheek. “That definitely sounds like us.”

“That’s what I thought when I saw them.”

“You’re sneaky.” He reached out and patted B'Elanna’s hand.

“Just an old Maquis habit.” She grinned.

“Thank you, B'Elanna.” Kathryn took her hand again. “They’re beautiful, I just wish I didn’t have to take it off in the morning.”

“You don’t have to, Katie.” Owen told her. “I pulled a few strings here and there so you can keep it. This is minimum security – it’s not likely you’ll use your wedding ring to bust out.”

“My wedding ring? Of course not!” Kathryn grinned. “I think Chakotay put a file in the cake for that.”

“Not me!” He shook his head. “Your mother.”

“I know you’re making rings for us, Chakotay.” Kathryn traced the heart on his ring. “But I think I’ll wear this one too.”

“We can size it for another finger.” The rings were beautiful and he felt the same way she did about them. “After all, I didn’t get you an engagement ring.”

“You did get me this beautiful dress.”

“Do you like it, beloved?” He trailed a finger along the pale skin exposed by the scooped neckline.

“Very much.” She kissed him softly.

“Okay, okay! Time for that later!” Tom tapped his champagne glass with his knife. “Time for the presents.”

“Presents?” Kathryn looked at Chakotay. “What – “

“This one is from Phoebe.” Tom handed her a brightly wrapped box.

“I’m scared to open it.” She looked at the package. “God knows what might be in here!”

“Just open it, Kathy.” Her sister shot back. “You coward.”

“I’m not a coward! I just know how you are!” Pulling off the ribbon, Kathryn opened the box. Pushing the tissue paper aside, she lifted out a scrap of black silk. “Oh my God…”

Chakotay’s eyebrows went up. “Is that all there is?”

“You don’t have to sound so happy.” Her cheeks were hot as she took out another slightly larger piece of black silk. “I think this is the top.”

“It’s a teddy!” Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Give the man a little fun, Kathy!”

“Oh, he’ll get more than a little – ouch!” Tom yelped as B'Elanna rapped his knuckles with her fork.

“Open mine, honey.” Gretchen handed Kathryn a small box.

“Thank you, Mom.” She smiled as she ripped open the package. “Mom, unlike Phoebe, knows what’s appropriate.”

Her sister stuck her tongue out at her.

“And  -- oh dear God – you – did not – “ Kathryn closed the box.

“What is it?” Chakotay hadn’t seen anything more than ribbon and wrapping paper.

“Nothing!” She hissed.

“It’s something for you, sweetheart.” Gretchen winked at him. “Kathy, be a good girl and give it to him.”

“No!” Kathryn held on to the box as he pulled on the lid.

“Let me see.” Tugging the lid off, Chakotay sorted through the tissue paper until his fingers hit something else. Something leather and not very big. With two fingers, he held up a pair of leather underwear. “Ah… I don’t know what to say.”

“There’s a zipper in the front.” Gretchen told him. “And you can thank me with a grandchild. Or two. More if you’d like.”

Eyeing the metal zipper on the front of the leather, Chakotay shook his head. “I’m not – uh – no.”

“Enough with the kinky stuff.” Tom handed Kathryn a box. “Time for that special gift. The one that truly captures the spirit and romance of this relationship.”

Kathryn looked at the box as if it held a live Borg inside. “I shudder to think what might be in here.”

“I’m wounded, dear Captain, that you think I’d do something to embarrass you.” Tom laid a hand over his heart.

“Ham.” Carefully, she opened the box. Inside was a wooden plaque. “This looks harmless enough.”

“What does it say?” B'Elanna craned her head for a look.

“Here on this desk Commander Chakotay fucked Captain Janeway’s brains out for the first time.”

Chakotay choked on the mouthful of champagne he’d just taken. “Paris!”

“What?” Tom looked innocent as always. “You’re the one who said – “

“In confidence!”

“Okay, so it’s not something you can hang on the wall!” The younger man backed away from the table as Chakotay stood up. “But I thought you’d like it!”

“To hell with that.” Kathryn was laughing and wiping at tears. “I’m hanging it on the wall. I’ll put it on the damn desk if we can get our hands on it.”

“I think it’s time we let our lovebirds have some time alone.” Owen stood up and raised his glass. “To Kathryn and Chakotay – a long and happy life together.”

“To Kathryn and Chakotay.” The others raised their glasses.

“Not quite the honeymoon suite.” Kathryn said as she keyed open the door. “But better than I had.”

Owen had indeed pulled a few strings and Kathryn had been moved permanently from the general population to one of the trustee’s cottages. “What good is it being an admiral if I can’t throw my weight around?” He’d said as he shrugged off their thanks. “And it really pissed old Nechayev off.”

“We’re together and that’s all that matters.” Chakotay picked her up in his arms and carried her inside. “And, there’s a bed.”

“Always a good thing.” She nuzzled the soft spot behind his ear. “Desks are fun, but not too soft.”

Her breath on his skin made him shiver and his cock jumped to attention. Chakotay was torn between wanting to take his time and make love to her slowly, and just throwing Kathryn on the bed and ripping her clothes off.

Setting her on her feet, next to the bed, he kissed the top of her head. “I never realized how short you are.”

“Too short?”

“Just right.” He pulled her to him, cupping her bottom with his hands and lifting her up to fit against him.

Chakotay nibbled her mouth, sucking and teasing until she parted her lips and trailed her tongue along his lips. Eagerly, he slid his tongue over hers, twisting and playing until they were both panting.

“I want to take it slow.” He moaned.

“Me too – me too – “ She caught his tongue and sucked it into her mouth. Her hands tugged at his jacket, pulling it down his arms. “But this is in my way.”

“Yes – too many clothes.” Lifting her up, he laid her on the bed and knelt next to her. “Less clothes – but slow – “

“Slow is good.” Kathryn pulled him down to her and worked at the buttons of his shirt. “Slow – is – really good – “

“Um hmm…” Nuzzling at her nipples through the lacy dress, Chakotay slid a hand down her body, groping for the hem of her dress. With a triumphant grunt, he found it and began to work his hand under it. Sliding his fingers along her bare foot, he stopped as he hit cold metal. Rising up, he looked down at the restraining anklet with its flashing lights.

“They wouldn’t take it off. Guess even Owen Paris can’t pull that many strings.”

Her bottom lip trembled slightly, and her cheeks were flushed as much with embarrassment as with passion. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” An auburn eyebrow arched up in disbelief. “I didn’t know that word was in your vocabulary.”

“There are a lot of words in my vocabulary you don’t know about.” He slid down her body to lick at her ankle.

“Oh, I heard a few of them – Chakotay! That tickles!” She sat up and tugged at his hair.

He let her pull him back up to her lips, dragging her skirt up as he went. “I’ll come back to that later.” Kathryn had on delicate white panties and it seemed a shame to tear them. He tossed them to the floor and helped her undo his pants. “Still slow, am I right?”

“Slow is a state of mind, Chakotay.” Pulling his pants down out of her way, she captured the velvety shaft and stroked it gently. “Depends on what universe we’re in. The laws of physics might be different.”

“Let’s test the speed limit.” Pushing her back, he slid a hand along one slim leg, pushing it wide so he could lay between her thighs.

Rubbing the aching head against her, he coated it with her wetness before guiding himself into of her. Sighing, she pulled her legs up and locked them around Chakotay’s hips, pulling him deep inside of her.

“I love you, Kathryn.” Bracing himself on his forearms, Chakotay began pumping hard and deep, savoring the heat and silky wetness wrapped around him.

Arching up to meet his him, she pulled his mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth in an erotic mimicking of his hard strokes. It just wasn’t possible, but Kathryn was already on the edge of an orgasm. There had been no foreplay, if they were lucky, they might take five minutes off the clock at the pace Chakotay was setting, but her body was aching and throbbing with pleasure as if they had been making love for hours.

Kathryn whimpered against his mouth and her inner walls clamped down hard around his cock. Rising up to his knees, he pulled her legs from around his waist, and pushed them up against her chest. “Come for me, beloved.”

“Yes – yes – “ The ache grew until it was unbearable, and she cried out as he began thrusting into her harder than before.

Antimatter was crawling under her skin, within her body, seeking a way out. Chakotay’s fingers pinched her nipples and the sweetness of the pain added to the pressure. One hand slid down over her belly and his fingers brushed over the engorged bundle of nerves above where they were joined. That simple touch released the forces trapped inside of her, and Kathryn cried out as the explosion ripped through her, arching her body up off the bed.

“Oh… oh… my God…” The room was fuzzy, and she let her arms fall to the bed. Her body tingled deliciously as he continued to move within her.

Languidly, she rose up on her elbows, running a hand over his shoulders and down his arm. His head was down, eyes fixed on where his cock pumped frantically in and out of her. Grunts forced their way out past his clenched teeth as he strained to reach his climax.

She leaned up to kiss his face, and repeated his words to him. “Come for me, beloved.”

“Kathryn – spirits – “ Chakotay gasped to as the burning ache in his belly and thighs clutched at his balls, forcing his seed from him in hot spurts. His strength flowed into her body and he collapsed onto her.

Shifting her legs to a more comfortable position, Kathryn cradled the raven head on her shoulder. “I love you, Chakotay.” He grunted softly and pressed his lips to her throat. “I’ll take that as an ‘I love you, too’, I guess.”

“Um hmm…”

“Think we’ll ever take it slow?” She chuckled. “In this universe?”

“Give me a minute.” He kissed along her throat. “I’m an old man, remember?”

“Thank God, I’m not sure I’d survive if you were younger!”

“Let me look at that cuff.” Rising up, he kissed her forehead before moving down to look at the restraining device on her ankle.

“Still think it’s cute?”

“It’d look better on someone else.” He smiled. “It doesn’t look like it’s chafing your skin.”

“During the day, my pants leg slides under it. It really only touches my skin at night.” Kathryn ruffled his dark hair. “It was a pain in the – well – so I skipped the hose.”

“Then your shoes pinched your feet?” He kissed the arch of her foot.

“That tickles.” She tried to pull her foot away, but he held on.

“Does it?” He nibbled along her calf. “How about that? Does that tickle?”

“Yes… but don’t stop.” She laid back and sighed as Chakotay’s mouth moved over her knee and up her thigh.

Pushing her skirt up out of his way, he slid his thumbs along the outer lips of her pussy, spreading them open to his hungry gaze. The delicate flesh was pink and moist, and he tasted their juices, thrusting his tongue up inside of her.

“Chakotay!” Kathryn arched up as he lapped at her, sucking and nipping at her, making the ache burn within her again.

“Uh oh.”

“’Uh oh’?” She lifted her head. Not what you want to hear when a man’s head’s between your legs! “Uh oh, what?”

“Your dress, if you don’t take it – “

“Get up! Get up!” Scrambling up, she pushed him out of her way. Frantically, she undid the dress, letting it drop to the floor. Picking it up, she searched for stains. “I don’t see anything – do you?”

“No.” Chakotay laughed at her as she held the dress up and stuck her head under the long skirt. “This is one of those moments we can’t tell our children about, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Kathryn laid the dress carefully over a chair. “This is one of those moments we tell them at the absolute most embarrassing time for them.”

“Ah, I see. When our daughter tells us she wants to marry someone like Tom?”

“When she tells us she wants us to meet someone like Tom.” Laughing, she picked up the blanket folded across the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself.

“Don’t.” He caught her hand. “Don’t cover yourself.”

“I – I’m – “ She shivered as he pulled the blanket away. “I’m not comfortable being naked.”

“Why?” Chakotay let his gaze roam over the soft curves. Kathryn wasn’t a young woman, but her body was still slim and fit, and her breasts were firm and taut. “You’re a beautiful woman, Kathryn.”

Flushing, she looked down at her toes, wondering if the blush would spread that far. Polished black shoes stepped next to her still pale toes. Chakotay’s big hands cupped her breasts. Glancing up, she watched as he studied them, a serious expression on his face as he weighed and kneaded them.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” The rosy nipples fit perfectly into the center of his palms just as he had dreamed of so many times.

“I’m not ashamed. Just – “

“Shy?” His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and he smiled wolfishly as he rubbed his hardening cock against her. “You’ll get over it.”

“Said by a man who’s still dressed.” She unfastened the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. “Umm… that’s better.”

Chakotay pressed his chest against her breasts, savoring the feel of flesh on flesh. Her hands pushed his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Sliding his hands down Kathryn’s sides to her hips, he pulled her to him and rubbed her soft belly against him.

Stepping back, he walked around Kathryn, brushing her hair off a pale shoulder, stroking his fingers down her spine, before patting her rounded bottom. “Pretty, even when it’s not sticking up in the air.”

“Oh – you!” She laughed at the image of herself bent over her desk in Voyager’s ready room, her bare ass shining. “Are you never going to let me live that down?”

“Me?” Sitting on the bed, Chakotay tugged off his boots and socks. “You’re the one who’s going to hang the plaque on the wall.”

“Only until our children learn to read.” Kneeling in front of him, she ran her hands along his muscled thighs.

“And after that?” He sucked in his breath as her warm fingers wrapped around his cock.

She didn’t answer, instead dipping her head down to lick at the swollen head, swirling her tongue over and around the sensitive opening to get the drops of precum there. Chakotay gasped and she smiled up at him for a moment before taking the thick shaft in her mouth.

“Spirits, Kathryn!” One small hand held the base of his cock, holding it while she slid it in and out of her mouth. The other cupped and squeezed his balls, pushing her fingers up into the sensitive spot just behind them, and massaging mercilessly.

Her hair had fallen across her face and he brushed it back. He’d had fantasies like this, but had never thought they would ever come true. Kathryn Janeway naked and on her knees before him. Crouched between his thighs and taking his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep until her nose rubbed against him.

Her eyes closed and she pumped him in and out past her red lips. Her hands on his balls, stroking along the excited and sensitive place behind them, and going teasingly over the tight opening and pressing against it for an erotically terrifying moment.

Cradling her face in his hands, Chakotay rubbed his thumbs over her cheekbones. Sweet, painful fire licked at his thighs and belly, funneling down into his cock as it slid in and out of her hot mouth. Wet sucking sounds and panting moans were the only sounds as she worked to give him his pleasure. His balls clenched suddenly and his fingers tightened in her hair as he arched up helplessly, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.

The first hot spurt almost caught her off guard. It had been a long time since she’d sucked a man off, and she nearly missed the warning signs. Not until his cock jerked and the head swelled and hardened did Kathryn remember to back off. Luckily, Chakotay was holding on not holding down and she was able to lean back until he was barely past her lips and cumming onto her tongue.

“Kathryn – Kathryn – “ Lifting her up, he fell back on to the bed, clasping her tightly to him. Kissing her, he thrust his tongue into her mouth to taste himself from her. “That – that was good – “

“Haven’t lost my touch?” She moved up to sit astride him.

“Not as far as I can tell.” He grinned up at her. “I should probably do a few more tests.”

Scooting back, Kathryn settled herself across his lean hips, rubbing against his softening cock. “I’ve got a few tests of my own to run.”

“Ever the scientist.” Settling his hands on her hips, he arched up and wiggled against her.

“I’m not sure I can publish the findings.” Leaning forward, she rested her palms on his chest and began rocking slowly back and forth.

The whiskey soft laugh lit the fire in his belly once again. The wet, warm lips of her pussy slid along his cock as it stirred back to life once again.

Leaning down to nibble and kiss him, she let her nipples drag across Chakotay’s chest as she moved. The hard length of his cock teased her as she slid back and forth along it. Reaching between them, she guided the head inside of her, sitting up and slowly settling down on the thick shaft.

“Easy, easy…” Chakotay watched as Kathryn pushed herself down until he was buried inside of her body. He wanted to buck up against her, but forced himself to lay still. He hadn’t asked, but he was fairly certain it had been a long time since she had done this. “Take your time.”

“I am. Oh… I am…” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. It was a cliché, but she loved this position, loved the power and the control. Chakotay’s cock felt bigger and thicker, reaching into her until it felt one more inch might split her in two.

Kathryn rocked forward and back slowly, letting her inner muscles relax and hold around the hard shaft. “Better…” Now that he felt a part of her, she picked up the pace, rising up and then pushing back down on him faster and harder.

Chakotay let his hands rest on her hips, holding but not guiding her movements. Kathryn’s eyes were still closed and there was a smile on her lips as she rode him. One hand crept down to stroke and tease the small nub above their joined bodies, while the other one played with her nipples.

He had never been one to lie passively and let a woman fuck him, but he found it was different with Kathryn. Watching her was a joy. Her pale, perfect body arched back, muscled thighs gripping and holding him as she plunged up and down on his cock. Soft cries came from her with each stroke, mixed with love words, his name, and exaltations to her God.

Reaching up, Chakotay covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing and kneading them, loving the contrast between her white skin and his darker hands. His cock hurt, throbbing and screaming at him to pump up into her and spill his seed. He ignored the urges, forcing them down. He’d get there when he got there, and he wouldn’t die before he came. He hoped. This one might be a close call.

As if she sensed the need within him, Kathryn leaned forward and began moving harder and faster, driving him deeper within her. Her cries were coming faster and louder as the head of his cock began to bump into the mouth of her womb with each stroke.

His cock was golden and slick with her juices as it pumped in and out of her, Kathryn watched, mesmerized by the sight. Circling the thick shaft with her fingers, she squeezed and held it until her fingers were covered with their moisture.

Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she sucked the taste of the two of them from her fingers. There was a groan from Chakotay and he arched up to slam himself to the hilt inside of her. His cock jerked and fresh heat flooded her from within.

Clamping down on him, Kathryn leaned back and rode him in short hard strokes. Tendrils of sweet fire licked up her body, over where her fingers pinched the tiny bud to where Chakotay’s hands kneaded her breasts. With one last lunge, the fire burst into full flame inside of her.

Kathryn collapsed onto his chest, panting against his throat, her inner walls squeezing and spasming around him, milking the last of his seed from him. Chakotay brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her damp forehead. “I love you, Kathryn.”

“Yes – love you – oh God – “ She patted his chest weakly.

“Rest, beloved.” He pulled the covers up over them.

“You’re not going to wear it?”

Kathryn laughed at Chakotay’s plaintive tone. “I’m saving it.”

“Can’t you at least model it for me?” He held up the black silk teddy Kathryn’s sister had gotten for her. Or maybe for him.

“Are you going to model yours?”

“No.”

“And why not?” She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “I have to wear mine but you don’t have to wear yours?”

“Mine are dangerous!” Chakotay unzipped the zipper on the front of the leather underwear Kathryn’s mother had given him. “I’m not sticking him through that! It’s metal!”

“Well… “ The zipper did look a little uncomfortable. “We’ll get you some without the zipper.”

“Kathryn!” He laughed.

“I’m saving this for next time.” She repeated as she put the teddy in one of the dresser drawers. “Give you something to look forward to.”

“There are a lot of things I’m looking forward to.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed. “Maybe if I get you pregnant they’ll let you out early.”

“No luck there.” She snuggled up to his side. “They updated my booster this morning.”

“With our luck, they’d make you deliver in here anyway.”

“So, ten months, two weeks, and five days – what do we do then?”

“First we get that ankle bracelet off.” He patted her bottom. “And shove it up Nechayev’s ass.”

“Chakotay!” Chuckling, Kathryn sat up and looked down at him. “I’m serious. What will we do?”

“Anything you want to.” She hesitated, and he wondered if she knew what she wanted. After seven years of doing what she had to do, followed by a year locked in prison doing what she was told to do, she might not know how to do whatever she wanted. “Is there somewhere you’d like to go? Something you’d like to see?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned.

“Think back to when we were on Voyager.” He said gently. “The times we talked about what we missed and what we wanted to see.”

“Oh, I know!” Kathryn grinned suddenly. “I want to see where you came from. I’ve never been to Trebus.”

“Not a lot of people have.” He laughed. “It’s not exactly Risa.”

“No, but I want to see it. I want to walk where you walked and see where you grew up.” She tapped his chest with a finger. “And meet your sister. If she’s like my sister – she’s got tales to tell about you.”

“Will you show me where you grew up? Where you played?”

“You’ve seen it.” She waved a hand dismissively.

“No.”

“I thought you were going to stay with Mom? You’ll see it before I do.”

“I’m staying with Tom and B'Elanna.” He shook his head. “It’s not proper to stay with your mother.”

“She’s your mother-in-law now.” She bit her tongue and then gave up. “You poor thing.”

“It’s – I’m not sure how to explain it.” Their cultural differences were something they hadn’t discussed. Most were rather inconsequential, but this was one that might land him in hot water. “The way I was raised – a man can live with his mother, or grandmother, sister or aunt – “

“But not his mother-in-law?” She cocked an eyebrow. “That’s convenient.”

“Not just his mother-in-law – any other woman. It’s considered improper.” She didn’t look convinced. “In some cultures a man isn’t allowed even to talk with his mother-in-law or a woman not in his immediate family.”

“How do they talk to a woman they want to marry then?”

“Through someone else.” He smiled and patted her bottom. “I would say to my sister ‘tell Kathryn her eyes are the blue of nightfall over the mountains’ and she would tell you.”

“That’s so sweet.” Kathryn leaned down and kissed him. She also thought it was incredibly archaic, but she’d never hurt Chakotay’s feelings by telling him so. “You get to tell my mom this.”

“I already have.” The black velvet eyes twinkled with amusement. “I told her I wouldn’t sleep in your bed until you could.”

“Oh, you’re a canny one!” Laughing, she kissed him again. “I’ll bet you looked properly solemn, too.”

“And quite heartbroken, as well.” He pulled her closer for another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue playing with hers.

“More kisses, I definitely want more kisses.” Laying her head back down on his shoulder, Kathryn ran her fingers in circles across his chest, sighing over the feel of the soft golden skin. “I do want to go home for awhile.”

“But?” He’d known Kathryn long enough to hear the unspoken as well as the spoken.

“I don’t know. I want – I want to go. To see things.” She propped herself up on his chest once again. “I try to imagine staying home and maybe doing research or working – and it just gives me the willies.”

“The willies?” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “You’ve spent too much time with Tom.”

“For all the bad things that happened in the Delta Quadrant – all the rough spots – I liked it there.”

He traced her wistful smile with his fingers. “I understand. The exploring and traveling was something I enjoyed as well.”

“The Hirogen, the Kazon – not so much.” Kathryn shivered. “And the Vidiians? I never want to see any of them again.”

“There are plenty of archeological digs and scientific anomalies right here in the Alpha Quadrant for us to explore.” He rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “Without someone trying to steal our organs.”

“I guess we have time to figure it out.”

“Ten months, two weeks, and five days.”

“Four days.” She slid her hand down the flat stomach. “This one’s spoken for.”

Catching her hand, Chakotay pushed her back and rolled off the bed. “Come on.” He held his hand out.

“Where are we going?” She let him help her out of bed.

“To the bathtub.” Picking her up in his arms, Chakotay carried her to the bathroom. Kathryn slapped the light switch.

He stopped just inside the door. The bathroom was tiny. There was a sink, a toilet, and a shower that was smaller than the one he’d had in his cabin on the Liberty.

“Big tub.” Kathryn started to laugh. “Wherever we go – big tub!”

“I don’t think we’re going to fit in there.” He eyed the shower.

“Wanna try?”

“Kathryn.”

“Umm… sleepy…”

“Kathryn, wake up. I have to go.”

“Go? Chakotay, no…” Kathryn rubbed her eyes. “Wait!”

“It’s time for me to go, beloved.” He pulled her into his arms. “I hate to wake you up, you looked so peaceful, but I couldn’t leave without a kiss.”

“Oh, Chakotay, I’m going to miss you.” She locked her arms around his shoulders. “I can’t wait for next weekend.”

“I know.” He wiped the tears off her cheeks. “I’ll count the days.”

“Me too.” She kissed his cheeks, forehead, even his nose before reaching his mouth. Clutching him desperately, she pushed her tongue into his mouth to mate with his.

There was a soft knock at the door and Chakotay pulled away. “Don’t cry, I’ll be back.”

“I know.” She wiped at her cheeks.

“I have something for you.” He laid a long package on the bed. “Don’t open it yet.”

“I thought you were my present?” Kathryn reminded him of their conversation just two days before.

“I am.” He leaned down for another quick kiss. “This is just a bonus.”

“I love you.” She stroked his face, tracing the dark lines of his tattoo.

“And I love you.” Catching her hand, he pressed a kiss to her palm. With a sad smile, Chakotay turned and walked away. The door slid open and he was gone.

“Hell of a honeymoon, Kathryn.” She wiped at her eyes again.

Taking the lid off the box, she found a rolled up paper tied with a ribbon. As she started unrolling it, she realized it was several feet long. Rolling it out across the bed, Kathryn saw it was a calendar of sorts. It started with day 322 and counted down to day 1. There were pictures of Chakotay on some of the squares. She counted on her fingers and realized the first one was on next Saturday. The first day he could come back for a conjugal visit.

The holidays were all marked with beautiful drawings as were the birthdays for their friends and family. Pictures of Chakotay with her mother and sister were on some squares, and a group picture including Tom, B'Elanna, and Miral on others. Kathryn assumed those were days for picnics and visitation. The borders were an intricate pattern of Celtic designs interwoven with symbols of Chakotay’s own heritage.

In the box were tacks to hang it up with and an old fashioned marking pen. Kathryn hung the calendar on the wall by the bed. There was another, smaller package in the bottom of the box. Tearing off the wrapping paper, Kathryn took out a framed picture and burst into laughter.

It was of herself and Chakotay standing before Owen, the two of them gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. At the top of the picture was a headline like the holonovels used.

I Was A Jailhouse Bride!

Laughing, Kathryn set the picture on the bedside table before going to the calendar and carefully marking off the first day. “One day down, Chakotay.”

Read the legend of the Claddagh

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