Overture

Summary: If we gave you a summary, it would give the plot away. Just hold onto your socks and read it! It's a Janeway/Chakotay fic - figure it out.

Disclaimer: Voyager and its characters belong to Paramount.

Thank you to Mizvoy for a fantastic job proofreading for us and to Camryn for making the wonderful fiddle pics that inspired this story.

Rating: NC-17

Kathryn had just put on her pajamas for what she thought might be her last night in the Delta Quadrant. It was dangerous to hope because she’d been disappointed far too often, but this time, a future version of herself had come back to take them home. Although the plan was solid, there was still a lot that could go wrong. What she wanted at this point, more than anything else, was to get off the ship so she didn’t have to watch Chakotay and Seven’s relationship develop.

She groaned when her door chime rang. It was almost midnight. Looking down at her pajamas, she asked, “Who is it?”

“Chakotay.”

He’d seen her in her pajamas before, so she didn’t bother putting on a robe. Besides, his girlfriend exposed a significantly more alluring figure in public with her skin-tight catsuits than Kathryn could ever muster in her loose cotton pajamas. Even with her low neckline and thin fabric, there was no competition. “Come.”

“Kathryn?” he asked tentatively, looking at her state of undress.

“It’s after twenty-three hundred hours. What can I do for you?” She reached for the PADD he was holding, but he pulled it away, not wanting her to look at it.

“You never go to bed before midnight. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered you.”

“I wasn’t in bed, yet.” She waited for him to speak, but he seemed at a loss for words. “Did you need something, Chakotay?”

“Oh… yes.” He glanced at the PADD he was holding and then back at her. “I was sure of what I wanted to say to you, but now that I'm here, I'm a little anxious about it.”

She rubbed her neck and sighed. Surely he couldn’t be here asking her to perform a wedding ceremony already. If that was the case, she wasn’t about to make it easier for him. “Have I ever given you reason to be apprehensive about saying something to me?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He raised his eyebrows.

“No, not really.” She glanced at the PADD. “Is that about tomorrow’s plan or is it something personal?” She dreaded that it was a hastily-drafted wedding plan, or worse yet, a draft of marriage vows.

“Personal,” he said quietly and then cleared his throat as he prepared to come out with what he intended to say. “I just had a conversation with the Admiral, and it was very enlightening.”

“I see,” Kathryn said as she turned away, fearing that her older self was making another attempt to ensure Chakotay’s happiness.

Chakotay caught her arm and urged her to turn back. “Kathryn…”

“What? Did she tell you that you’d better hurry up and marry Seven?”

His mouth dropped open. “Marry Seven? Where’d you get that idea?”

“From the Admiral. She said you two would be married sometime soon in her timeline.”

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me for the last two days?”

“I’ve been very busy.” She looked down at his hand, still holding her arm.

He slowly released his grip. “I can’t imagine that I’d ever want to marry Seven.”

“You’re dating her. You must feel something towards her.”

“I was helping her practice dating, and, yes, I let it go too far, but it’s over.”

“It wasn’t over at dinner tonight,” she admonished. “I saw you sitting together in the messhall.”

“I’ve had an eye-opening evening, but I'm not here to debate the demise of my non-relationship with Seven. I don’t care what happened in the Admiral’s past, it’s not part of my future.” He held out the PADD. “The Admiral showed me this.”

She clicked on the PADD and scanned the all-too familiar Starfleet protocol regarding fraternization between officers. Specifically, it was the excerpt restricting officers from making romantic overtures to those serving beneath them within their chain of command. She handed it back to him. “Seven isn’t an officer, so the protocol doesn’t apply. If that’s why you ended the non-relationship, as you called it, you didn’t have to.”

He shook his head, slightly amused. “The Admiral didn’t show me this in regards to any overtures of mine. And just to assure you, I have made none towards any member of this crew. It was in regards to an overture that she refused to make in her past – one which she deeply regrets not making.”

Kathryn regarded herself a quick thinker, but in this case, she took a moment before Chakotay’s statement to sank in. When it did, she felt her stomach do a flip-flop. “She told you that?”

“Yes, and a lot more.” Chakotay walked over to Kathryn’s desk and tossed the PADD down.

“She’s not me.”

“I have to disagree with you. She found a very simple way to explain your behavior, a way that helped me understand why you’ve never hinted that I could’ve been successful if I’d initiated a relationship between us.”

“And how did she manage that? I find that maintaining our friendship is tumultuous, and trying to find a balance between my emotions and my responsibilities nearly impossible.”

“Easy… you have over-analyzed your feelings until you’re in such a state that you don’t know what you feel towards me anymore, and it was only after losing me that you figured out how much you love me.”

She was irritated with his blasé and presumptuous attitude. “I haven’t over-analyzed anything. I know exactly how I feel about you, but because of those damned protocols, I could never act on it. I tried to drop hints to you multiple times, but I was obviously too subtle. When you received your formal pardon two months ago, I finally thought I could say to hell with protocol, but then you suddenly became distant and our friendship went into a downward spiral.”

As he walked back towards her, he said, “I apologize for that, but it’s late, and we don’t need to get into a long discussion about our past mistakes, protocol or anything else, for that matter. We have a big day tomorrow, but I want to leave you with one thing before I go.”

She wanted to make him understand why she hadn’t divulged her feelings, but he was right, it wasn’t the best time and she didn’t have the energy at the moment, so she tensely asked, “What’s that?”

Chakotay extended his open hand towards her and she reluctantly placed hers on top of it. He pulled her close, placed one hand on her lower back, and laid the other on the side of her neck, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.

The soft tenderness of his gesture was a startling contrast to how edgy she was feeling, and it took her a moment to relax. Even as she put her hands on his waist, she said, “Chakotay, I don’t think…”

“It’s time to stop thinking,” he interrupted, his thumb pressing against her lips to keep her from talking. “You have so many decisions weighing upon you, that I'm taking over and making this one. I'm making the overture that you’ve hinted at, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” His voice was strong and demanding. “I have an unexpected insight into how you feel about me, and I'm taking advantage of it.”

“That’s not exactly fair.” She leaned her cheek into his hand and closed her eyes for a moment, relishing his sudden assertiveness. It reminded her of the man she first fell in love with.

“Life isn’t fair. You should know that.”

“I'm all too familiar with that fact, but don’t you think you’re being a bit presumptuous?” She managed to avoid sighing as his fingertips caressed the tender skin behind her ear.

“Yes, I know I am, but I’d like to point out that you’re not exactly resisting me.”

She raised an eyebrow, happily playing her part in his newfound assertiveness towards her. “You just told me that you won’t take no for an answer.”

He smiled, showing off his beautiful dimples. Kathryn felt her body shiver as his hand dropped from the small of her back to squeeze her bottom, pressing her body into his.

“The Admiral was right. It seems that my beautiful woman warrior enjoys a little loss of control in her personal life.”

She felt a flutter deep within her. “Let me emphasize the word ‘little,’ and only at appropriate times.”

“Hmmm, I’ll accept your terms about the appropriateness of timing, but certainly not the other.” His fingers left her neck to dip along the low neckline of her pajamas, brazenly touching the tops of her breasts. “I learned a lot about your innermost desires tonight, Kathryn, and I’ve decided that you have quite enough control over everything else in your life.” His hand was inside her shirt, massaging her breast firmly. He whispered hotly into her hear. “It’s time to release some of that to me.”

She shivered again as he towered over her, making her realize how large and powerful he was. She felt small without the authority her uniform gave her, and wished that she had put on a robe so that she wouldn’t feel quite so exposed in her pajamas. She could easily imagine submitting to him, but wasn’t ready to let him know that. “I'm quite able to defend myself, you know.”

He chuckled and tangled his hand in her hair. “Yes, I do believe that I'm going to enjoy this.”

As he was about to kiss her, she interrupted him. “What if we don’t get home tomorrow?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine, regardless of which quadrant we happen to be in.” He pulled her closer and whispered passionately against her lips, “I love you, Kathryn, and you will be accepting me into your life.” He paused to lower his voice. “And into your bed.”

Her body came alive as their lips met. She moaned softly as his tongue plundered her mouth and held her senses captive to his touch. His hands possessed her body and a spiral of heat rose from her core, making her tremble from the intensity of her arousal. Their bodies pressed together so that she could feel that he was as aroused by their kiss as she was. The realization that she was kissing the man she loved, and that he was demanding her response made her realize that there was no going back. The thought was deliciously intoxicating.

When his lips left her mouth, they travelled under her jaw to the wonderful spot behind her ear. He licked and nipped at her and whispered, “Kathryn, do you love me?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly as her hands reached for the zipper on his uniform, anxious to continue their mutual exploration.

He stopped her by taking hold of both of her hands and moving them behind her back. Kissing her again, he held her wrists tightly enough so that she couldn’t easily break free, but gently enough not to hurt her. She met the intensity of his kiss, her body squirming to try to achieve a more intimate contact with him.

His lips wandered away from her mouth and down, encouraging her to throw her head back to receive his warm, wet kisses on her sensitive neck. She gasped as he pushed her hands higher up her back, forcing her chest to arch into him. Believing that one hand was enough to restrain her, he used the other to retake her breast, manipulating her nipple into a firm little peak.

She groaned in pleasure and asked, “I want to touch you? Please?”

“Not tonight,” he whispered into her ear. “We need to get some rest for tomorrow.”

Annoyed, she easily pulled her hands from his grasp and grabbed his shoulders. “You’re turning me down?”

“Of course not,” he smiled wickedly. “Just delaying you.”

“For how long?”

“I guess that depends on what happens tomorrow. If we get home, you just might have to wait until our wedding night.”

“What?” She didn’t know if she was more astounded by his veiled marriage proposal or by the fact that he wanted to put off their love making. Her body was humming with arousal and she was more than ready to get into bed with him.

“There’s nothing quite like anticipation.” He kissed her softly one more time before releasing her and walking to the door. “In the meantime, you have my permission to give yourself some sexual release.”

“Your permission?” She was indignant, her hands on her hips.

“Yes, I am definitely going to enjoy this.” His eyes widened suggestively as he left her quarters.

She stood there dumbfounded for over a minute, trying to piece together what had just happened. Less than half an hour ago, she had been exhausted, depressed, and worried about tomorrow, and now she was highly aroused and anticipating a very stimulating marriage to a man she deeply loved, regardless of the next day’s outcome.

Kathryn turned down the lights and crawled into bed, relishing the tingling electricity in her body. Her breasts felt uncharacteristically sensitive and she hadn’t felt this aroused since the last time she had encouraged Mark to torment her into submission. However, as stubborn as she was, there was one thing for sure – she would not be doing anything that Chakotay gave her permission to do unless he forced her to do so. She smiled to herself at that thought and happily drifted off to sleep.



After Voyager arrived in orbit around Earth, Kathryn went into her ready room to tackle the next obstacle. She sat down at her desk to begin the process of sorting through what needed to be finished.

It wasn’t long before Chakotay came in to check on her. “Jenkins relieved me at the helm, and we’ve received orders to maintain a high orbit until Starfleet Command can figure out what to do with us. They expect to be in contact within a few hours, but we shouldn’t have any visitors until tomorrow morning. We’re not to make any personal contacts until further notice, and I’ve asked Harry to block all outgoing comm traffic unless you or I give authorization.”

She smiled up at him and said, “Thank you. Today was incredible, wasn’t it?”

He leaned forward over her desk. “Yes, it was. I am extremely proud of what we managed to do today. And once again, I’m awed by your ability to pull off the impossible.”

The brightness in his eyes caused a flutter deep within her, and she looked down at her desk to redirect her attention. “I'm trying to sort through what needs to be done now.”

He sat down and said, “I’d say that the first thing is to finish up all the reports and continue making repairs. We should probably have the crew start packing personal effects.”

“Makes sense,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

“Kathryn,” he stated, suddenly shy. “About last night.”

She paused what she was doing, but didn’t look at him. “I'm glad we’re home, because I'm not sure I could handle being your commanding officer and being involved like that, too. I had to force myself not to think about it today, but it definitely helped that you didn’t give the slightest hint in your behavior that anything had happened between us.”

“We would’ve found a balance separating our work and personal lives. After all, we were obviously able to manage it today. Did you tell the Admiral about it before she left?”

“Yes,” Kathryn swallowed hard. “She looked like the cat that got the cream.”

He chuckled, “Good. I wanted her to know.”

She finally looked him in the eye and the flutter came back. “So, what now?”

“I don’t think we can decide until we know what our orders are. If we get a short leave before debriefings start, I would like to meet your mother.”

“She’s going to love you.”

“Good. I'm going to ask her to help us plan a wedding.”

Kathryn raised an eyebrow. “But you haven’t proposed to me, yet.”

“Do I need to?” he asked calmly, his eyes drilling into her.

She shivered under his intense gaze. “No, I don’t suppose you do, but it would be a nice romantic gesture.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he attempted to cover a smile. “I’ll consider it.”

“I’d like at least some of the crew at our wedding.” She started organizing the PADDs again.

“And friends too, I assume? Will you be inviting Mark Johnson? I’d like to meet the man who was able to fulfill your needs.”

She glanced up at him in amusement. “Jealous?”

“Not in the least.”

“I think you’ll be disappointed with him.” She blushed slightly, knowing what she was about to confess. “It took me awhile to convince him that I wanted him to be sexually assertive with me. And although he managed to play the part now and then, I still felt like I could’ve easily overpowered him.”

“Someday, my dear, you’re going to have to explain to me why you didn’t tell me about this years ago. We could’ve had a lot of fun out there, debating who was really serving under whom.”

She caught his allusion to a conversation from years before, but only grinned in acknowledgement. “There are many reasons, but mostly I think our timing was off. When I was ready, you weren’t, and vice versa.” They stared at each other for a long moment. There was a gentle love reflected towards her and she knew that his true feelings were showing through. It was the love that she’d seen off and on throughout the years, the love that kept her sane when things got really tough. She asked softly, “Are you okay with this?”

“Absolutely. I'm thrilled with it, actually.” He winked at her. “But just so you know, I'm counting on you being yourself. You’re right in the fact that our friendship has faded in the last few months, but I don’t think it’ll take us long to restore it. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and to use your words – I can’t imagine a day without you. I'm excited that you want me to be assertive with you, but I also want you to be just as shrewd, stubborn, and demanding as you’ve always been.”

“You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that, because that’s what you’ll be getting whether you want it or not.” She reached across the desk to take his hand. “I'm glad that you want me to be myself.”

“I thought you might be.” He squeezed her fingers and held her gaze for a long moment before looking away and releasing her. “However, I think that until we’re on leave, we should maintain a certain level of decorum. As much as I enjoyed seeing you both flushed and aggravated last night, I’d hate for you to be overly distracted during debriefings.”

She smirked. “All right, but if the opportunity should arise for a kiss now and then, you could consider taking advantage.”

He stood and came around the desk, extending his hand to indicate that she should stand, as well. When their bodies were pressed against each other, he placed his palm against her cheek and ran his thumb across her lips. “A kiss now and then?” He winked. “I’ll have to bear that in mind.”

She caught his thumb with her lips and sensuously licked the tip of it. “Do you think you can handle me?”

He growled slightly as he grabbed hold of her hips and pressed himself against her even more. “Is that a challenge, Kathryn?”

She responded with a deep, throaty laugh and pressed her lips into his for a warm kiss. “Yes, Chakotay, it is most definitely a challenge. As your captain, you could even consider it an order.”

“Ordered to subdue the captain?” He bit back a smile. “I would suggest that you have no idea what you’re asking for, but I suspect that you know, exactly, what you want and how to get it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t I always?” The kiss she received in return was nothing short of intoxicating.

He let go of her and slowly put some space between them. “Captain, permission to leave the bridge while I make the rounds?”

“Yes, Commander,” she noted the change to professionalism and followed suit. “I'm planning a visit to sickbay to welcome our newest arrival before dinner. Would you care to join me?”

“I’d be happy to.” He headed towards the door, but stopped before it opened to look back at her with a knowing look. “I’ll see you then, my Captain.”

When the doors closed behind him, she shivered in anticipation of exploring their new relationship further.



During the next two days, Voyager remained in orbit while Kathryn endured endless conversations and briefings with Starfleet Command. Chakotay spent those two days working on ship’s business and preparing for disembarking. Following that, the crew of Voyager was given a week’s leave with instructions not to leave Earth. Security was tight to ensure everyone’s safety and to avoid any unwanted press coverage.

Because of security, Kathryn had to let Starfleet Security know that both she and Chakotay would be going to her mother’s home in Indiana. Disclosing her personal business bothered her at first, but then she came to the conclusion that their relationship was bound to surface at some point.

During those two days onboard, Chakotay had stood firm about maintaining appropriate command conduct, especially with all the brass visiting the ship. Even if he had allowed it, they’d both been so busy that there wasn’t time for any personal activities. However, he did visit her quarters late on both nights to give her goodnight kisses that significantly outshone the intensity of their first. She was sleeping better and was fairly certain it had little to do with the security of being in orbit around Earth.

After they beamed into Gretchen’s front yard, Kathryn blissfully breathed in the fresh, Indiana air. It was early spring and the dogwoods were in full bloom all around them. She spun in slow circles, taking it all in – the house, the trees, the spring flowers, and the fields of newly turned soil off in the distance. “This is incredible.”

“You look like you’re in heaven,” Chakotay said as he watched her spin.

“I am.” She stopped turning to touch his chest. “I'm home, it’s spring, and I’ve got you. I can’t imagine anything that would make me happier than I am right now.”

He nodded towards the house behind her. “I can think of something, and she’s running towards us.”

Kathryn spun on her heel, dropped her bag, and ran into her mother’s embrace. They’d talked earlier that day, but nothing could compare to being in each other’s arms. “Mom…” Tears filled her eyes as she felt surrounded by her mother’s love.

“Let me look at you,” Gretchen said as she held Kathryn’s face. “Oh, my precious Katie. I thought I’d never see you again.”

Kathryn’s lip trembled as she wiped away her tears. “I did too, Mom. But we made it.”

“Yes, you did. Thank God.” They hugged again for a long minute until Gretchen whispered, “He’s being very patient, but I think you’d better introduce me.”

Kathryn laughed and let go of her Mom. She turned to Chakotay and said, “Mom, I’d like you to meet my very dear friend, Chakotay.”

He extended a hand and said, “It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Janeway.”

“Please, call me Gretchen.” She shook his hand and then decided to pull him into her arms. “I'm sure you probably need a welcome home hug, too. I’ve heard so much about you in Katie’s letters that I feel like I already know you.” As she was holding him, she added, “I wish your family was here, but I want you to consider yourself as part of my family, and you are welcome in my home any time.”

“Thank you, Gretchen. That means a lot to me.”

Kathryn’s heart was full of love for them. When they broke apart, Gretchen took both of their hands and said, “Come on inside. Let’s get you two settled in and you can tell me all about what’s happened since our last letter. That three-minute conversation over the Midas Array was nice, but entirely too short.”

Chakotay stopped to pick up their bags and chuckled at Kathryn’s answer – “Well, for starters, we came home.”



As they lingered over dessert that evening, Gretchen asked, “I hope you don’t mind my curiosity, but I have to ask.”

“Ask what?” Kathryn questioned as she slowly stirred her coffee.

Gretchen cleared her throat softly. “You two seem to be very,” she paused to think of the right word, “affectionate, but you’ve never mentioned that you were more than friends.”

Kathryn glanced at Chakotay, expecting him to answer her mother, but he merely smirked at her.

Gretchen asked, “I'm not upsetting the apple cart by asking, am I?”

“No, Mom. The apple cart was thrown out an air-lock several days ago.” Kathryn explained, “Chakotay has been my closest friend since we first combined our crews. It wasn’t until Tuesday that he came to his senses.”

“Excuse me?” Chakotay laughed. “Since I came to my senses?”

Kathryn took a sip of her coffee and then said over the rim of her cup. “Am I mistaken? I thought for sure it was you who charged into my quarters at midnight and demanded that I submit to your charms.”

Gretchen smiled, clearly enjoying the banter between them.

“I did not charge into your quarters. Perhaps you were so besotted with me, that you don’t recall that I was very calm.”

“Perhaps I was, but you were the one who initiated the change.”

“Only after gaining particular insight.” He gave her a pointed look.

Kathryn looked at her mom. “So, to answer your question… this is a new development.”

“So it seems,” she chuckled. “Should I prepare one guestroom or two?”

“Chakotay?” Kathryn asked, leaving the decision in his hands.

His mouth twitched into a grin. “Gretchen? How quickly do you think we could plan a wedding?”

“A wedding?!” Gretchen exclaimed. “Really?”

Kathryn was still staring at him. “That was your idea of a proposal?”

Chakotay didn’t answer her, but he was obviously enjoying her reaction. He spoke to Gretchen. “I was thinking about a small gathering this week. We have ten days until we need to report back for debriefings. Would that give us enough time to make plans, have a wedding, and still allow a couple days next weekend for a short honeymoon?”

Gretchen was elated, but confused. “Katie, what do you think about this?”

She had her arms crossed and was leaning back in her chair. “It seems that he’s made the decision for us.”

“A man with initiative,” Gretchen commented. “I like it.”

Kathryn absently licked her lips. “As do I.”

“Well…” Gretchen said. “I think the first thing to do is to call the minister. I think the gardens at the old church would be lovely, especially this time of year…”

As her mother started outlining plans, Kathryn kept her eyes on Chakotay. He was definitely enjoying the control over their relationship that she had given him. However, she had to admit that she was more than ready to jump ahead to the honeymoon next weekend. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d be requesting separate bedrooms until then, just to torment her.



Over the next couple of days, Kathryn, her mom, and her sister, Phoebe, shopped for dresses, chose flowers, and met with a caterer. Chakotay visited a jeweler, spoke with Tom about a honeymoon location that Kathryn knew nothing about, and made arrangements with Starfleet Security to have a small portion of Voyager’s crew at the wedding. They managed to make all the plans by Monday evening, and were looking forward to two days of relaxation before the event on Thursday.

Kathryn stood outside enjoying the cool night air, far enough from the house that the lights didn’t affect her ability to see the stars. She heard footsteps behind her and didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Chakotay. Her shivers from being in his proximity gave him away.

He put his arms around her from behind and said, “I was wondering where you’d gone off to.”

“Just looking at the stars.” She rested her head onto his chest. “You’d think I’d be tired of them, but they’re so beautiful and so familiar from here.”

He nuzzled her hair and said, “I know that I never tire of looking at something beautiful.”

She grinned in response. “Aren’t you a romantic?”

“Kathryn, would you marry me?”

Laughing, she replied, “Isn’t it just a little late to be asking me that? Seeing as how I’ve already got the dress and the invitations have been sent?”

“Well, you did want an official proposal.”

She said quietly, “Thank you, but you were right. I don’t need one.”

“I’ve enjoyed teasing you about it, but I assumed that if you had any qualms, you would’ve spoken up.”

“Yes, I would have.” She reached up behind her to touch his cheek. “I'm enjoying going along for the ride. It’s a nice change.”

“I'm glad to hear it because your sister just called. B’Elanna contacted her about planning a little bachelorette party for you, and you’re leaving in the morning for an overnight trip.”

“What?” She tried to turn around, but he held her tight. “I don’t want to go away.”

“I think it’s a good idea. You’ll be spending the day at a spa and then they’re planning a party in a big hotel suite. We’ve already made arrangements with security.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” She felt a slight stab of resentment at his high-handed treatment, not to mention B’Elanna and Phoebe’s lack of consideration for her wishes, but she quashed her instinct to rebel since he was just going along with her little game. Eventually, she’d have to turn the tables on him. She put that sultry little thought aside for later deliberation.

“Nope.” He squeezed her tighter. “I think a day of letting your hair down is a great idea, and maybe you can start developing a more relaxed friendship with B’Elanna.”

“I suppose you’re right… and a day at the spa does sound like it would be wonderfully luxurious.”

“I’ll look forward to seeing the result on Thursday night.” His hands loosened slightly and cupped her breasts, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. “I’ll be gone when you get back.”

“Where are you going?” She moaned softly as he fingered the pebbled tips of her breasts.

“I’ve got some things to do,” he whispered into her ear. In a more forceful voice, he instructed, “Put your hands behind your back.”

She shakily complied. “Like what?”

He unbuttoned the front of her dress. “Do you really want to know or are you just mildly curious?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” She trembled as the cool air touched her skin.

“Not exactly. I don’t want you to think I'm keeping secrets from you, but in an effort towards being dominating, I want to keep you guessing about my intentions.”

“Ah… in that case, keep me guessing. I trust you implicitly,” she said as his warm hands splayed across her belly.

“I know you do, and I promise never to give you reason to doubt me.” He lifted her breasts out of their cups and fondled them roughly. “You’ve given me a tremendous gift by exposing your vulnerability, and I will treasure it every day for the rest of our lives.”

She gasped as his fingers feathered across her hardened nipples. “Will you demand this every day?”

“Yes,” he whispered into her ear as he continued his assault on her breasts. “In some manner, but you will never know when to expect it, or what I plan to do.”

She swallowed hard. “Understood,” she offered as a response.

“Submissive Janeway – I like it, knowing it’s only for me.” One hand left her breast and cupped her mons. “Spread your legs.”

She did as instructed, her body shaking with arousal.

He pushed her panties down and slipped his hand inside. “How many times have you relieved yourself in the last week?”

“I haven’t.” She gasped as a long finger delved into her moisture. His other hand alternated between kneading each of her exposed breasts and feathering across her nipples.

“Why not?” he demanded as he stroked slowly through her dripping cleft.

“Mmmm,” she moaned deeply. “Because I'm stubborn,” she answered honestly, doing all she could to keep her hands behind her back.

“That’s a shame.” He pushed a finger inside and she felt like her legs would give out. “Maybe I should insist that you do that right now.”

She shook her head slowly, biting her trembling lips. “I’ve only had my own touch for too long. I need your’s.”

He inserted a second finger and rubbed the rough spot at the front of her vagina. Her legs quivered in response. “How often did you touch yourself out there, Kathryn?”

She didn’t want to answer, but his hand stilled while he waited.

“How often?” he demanded.

“It wasn’t consistent. Mostly when our friendship was strongest and then it was every night unless I was tired.”

His fingers moved again, and the fire within her began to escalate. “You know I would’ve done that for you, don’t you? Just like I’m doing right now.”

She nodded, having trouble concentrating on standing upright. “Let me touch you?”

“No.” He said sternly. “If your mom looks out the kitchen window, I only want her to see that I'm holding you.”

She hadn’t considered that and suddenly felt very exposed. Her body trembled in response.

He asked forcefully, “Does this excite you, Kathryn? Being open to the elements and in danger of being caught?”

“Ye…es,” she stuttered, desperately craving his touch on her most sensitive nub.

He withdrew his fingers and cupped her mound loosely, not applying any pressure. “Perhaps we should consider buying a house in an isolated location, so that I can take you inside, or out. Where no one can hear you screaming my name in ecstasy.”

She groaned and thrust her pelvis forward, trying to push against his hand. Her body felt intensely warm despite the cool night air. “Touch me, please.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered. “Tell me, Kathryn. Would you like to be taken out in the woods, up against a tree, with raindrops falling on your exposed breasts? Or would you rather be surrounded by nothing but open desert where the dry heat prickles at your sensitive skin?”

“Mmmmm…” She was trembling violently. “Both, in theory,” she struggled to say.

He chuckled as he let go of her breast and used his fingers to hold open her labia. “Do you feel exposed?”

She jumped as the cold air hit her over-heated flesh, and her hands shot out to grasp his arms.

“Hands back,” he commanded.

She reluctantly submitted, but wondered what he would do if she touched his penis. It was achingly close. All she had to do was raise her hands slightly.

“Don’t even think about it, Janeway. Hands off until Thursday.”

She put her hands back down in a huff and said, “I’ve never been with a man who had your self-control.”

“Good,” he whispered as he let her nether lips close again. He nuzzled behind her ear, asking, “Do you want to know how many times I’ve relieved myself in the last week?”

She gasped in surprise as his fingers swept deeply through her moisture to land precisely on her hardened nub. “Oh…” she opened her mouth wide to gasp for air as his fingers tickled her deliciously.

“Every, single, night,” he breathed into her ear. “You drive me to distraction.” His free arm wrapped around her body to hold her firmly against him, trapping her arms securely between them. He paused in his ministrations to let his fingers delve into her wet folds again before he began the intense stimulation anew. She felt a deep burn between her legs that escalated rapidly throughout her body before it exploded in a long torment of tremors that shook her forcefully. Only Chakotay’s strong arm around her kept her upright as the shudders continued to assault her body, long after his fingers had stopped moving. He only had to apply the slightest pressure to make her shudder and quake repeatedly.

Feeling completely limp, she put up no resistance as he lowered them to the ground. He sat behind her, holding her as she relaxed, content and satiated, in his arms.

He whispered, “I love you.”

She could only moan softly in response, eliciting a quiet chuckle from him.

“I think, perhaps, that this may have relaxed you far more than any day at the spa ever could.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” was all she could say.

He tenderly pulled her panties and bra back in place, as best he could, and set about rebuttoning her dress.

“I could happily fall asleep out here,” she mumbled.

“It might get a little cold,” he said quietly.

“I don’t want to let go of you.” She snuggled into him when her dress was mostly refastened.

He stroked her hair lovingly. “We have nowhere to be. Let’s just enjoy your afterglow for awhile.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to be touched?”

“Oh, I want to be. I just want to make you wait.”

She hummed, amused. “And you think I'm stubborn?”

He kissed her temple softly. “I never said that I wasn’t just as strong-willed as you are.”

“…is true,” she said, almost inaudibly. Completely relaxed, she dozed off for a few minutes until the cool air woke her a little later.

“Hi there.” He softly stroked her hair.

Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up. “I fell asleep.”

“For a few minutes… not long.” He helped them both stand and hugged her tenderly. “Thank you for letting me touch you. You’re breathtaking when you’re aroused.”

She pulled back and smiled at him. “You’re thanking me? And for letting you?”

He kissed her softly before answering, “Yes. You’re opening up to me, and it’s a very special gift. You may not realize it, but every time I’ve kissed you during the last week, you’re a little more open, and a little more trusting.”

Trying unsuccessfully not to smile, she replied, “No, I didn’t realize that. I'm glad you’re so in tune to me.”

He held her close and kissed her tenderly. “It’s going to be hard not seeing you for two days.”

She teased, “I'm sure you’ll manage by keeping yourself occupied with whatever it is you’re up to. Just don’t go buy a house or anything major. Not until after debriefings are over.”

“Not ready to relinquish that much control, eh?” he winked.

“Not quite.” She shivered in the cold. “I guess we’d better get inside.”

“Probably so.” He stepped back to look at her, and then bit back his smile as he finished buttoning her dress. “Wouldn’t want to indicate any impropriety.”

“Heavens no,” she teased as she brushed her fingers through her hair.



The bachelorette party was more fun than Kathryn had experienced in ages. There were six women – Kathryn, Gretchen, Phoebe, B’Elanna, Samantha, and Julia – a long time friend of both Phoebe and Kathryn. They spent an entire day being pampered, massaged, manicured, and primped, and then ruined all of their efforts by overeating and getting very drunk.

The gifts they gave to Kathryn were thoroughly embarrassing, but she loved every one of them. B’Elanna guffawed at a double set of joke handcuffs that Julia had given her, snorting in hilarity at the mere notion that the great Kathryn Janeway would ever allow herself to be controlled by a man. Julia, who knew entirely too much about Kathryn, thankfully kept her mouth shut and merely widened her eyes knowingly.

Phoebe had also given her a joke gift – an interesting collection of deviant accessories that mortified Gretchen and had all the other women in stitches. Her mother gave her a very tasteful nightgown and robe set, and B’Elanna and Samantha each gave her lingerie that they predicted wouldn’t last more than thirty seconds. It was a wonderful night and Kathryn felt well on her way to strengthening much-needed friendships with all of them.

The wedding day flew by quickly, but Kathryn relished every moment. At one point, Phoebe cornered her about her obvious anxiety, but Kathryn managed to convince her that it was because of the suddenness of the wedding without giving away that she was eager to be alone with Chakotay. The ceremony was beautiful, Chakotay was gorgeous in his tuxedo, and everything was perfect. Kathryn couldn’t have imagined a more memorable wedding day.

As the reception was drawing to a close, Tom stood and tapped on his glass to get everyone’s attention. He held up his glass of champagne and said, “I would like to offer a toast. May these two amazing people have a blessed marriage full of more love, more passion, and a lot less adventure than they had during their seven-year courtship.” He paused while everyone chuckled. “We wish you all the best.” The guests applauded as Chakotay pulled Kathryn into a tight embrace and kissed her deeply. Tom signaled to his father who was standing across the room. With a nod, Owen tapped his combadge and almost instantly, the newlyweds were transported from the reception.





The blue shimmer coalesced into the figures of Kathryn and Chakotay wrapped in a tight embrace. Opening one eye, then the other, Kathryn slowly pulled her lips away from her husband.

“Uh, Chakotay?”

His eyes opened and he looked around. They were in a bedroom - a very sumptuous bedroom in what he presumed was a house. The room had a high vaulted ceiling, timber floors, and white painted walls that shimmered gold in the light of the setting sun. Both of their gazes lit upon a large bed piled high with pillows and covered in luxurious white bed linen. There was a small sitting area behind them and a staircase that led down to what must be the living areas below. A large freestanding bathtub took up a corner of the room and along one wall were floor to ceiling windows that looked out across sand dunes and the tumbling ocean.

“We’ve been taken hostage.” Chakotay glanced down at Kathryn.

“This isn’t like any kidnapping I’ve ever experienced– and I should know, I’ve experienced a few. Do you have any idea where we are?”

For a brief moment, his stomach clenched and he instinctively held her closer as he remembered all the times, over the years, when he’d come close to losing her. However, he backhanded those thoughts out of the way and smiled, relieved to be holding her safely and securely in his arms. “I haven’t got a clue. Your crew has outdone themselves.”

Kathryn looked at him with an amused frown. “Why are they always ‘my’ crew when they’re misbehaving?”

He shrugged. “I’ll gladly take the credit for this. It’s ingenious. I asked Tom to find somewhere remote, and I get the feeling that he’s filled that request more than adequately.” With his arm around her waist, they moved to the windows. They were definitely in a house that appeared to be the only dwelling for miles. Perched high on the dunes, it afforded magnificent views of the coastline in both directions. The sun was setting over the sea, so they were on the west coast of somewhere. However, where this somewhere was, neither of them cared.

While his hand stroked down her bare back and over her bottom, Chakotay grinned and stated the obvious. “We’re at the beach.”

Rolling her eyes, she tapped his stomach with the back of her hand, but as fast as lightning, he grabbed her hand and held it fast. With his other arm wrapped around her waist, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Starting with the rough stuff already, Janeway?”

Her eyes flashed, and she tensed, but in almost the same instant she sighed and relaxed against him, her body softening into his. Pressing against him, the humming arousal that had been her constant companion for the last ten days surged, throbbed low in her belly and made her thighs shiver with anticipation.

His whiskered cheek scraped her neck as he kissed her shoulder, and she arched backwards to give him better access. Sighing at the contrast between the cool rasp of his cheek and the warm softness of his lips, she let her eyes flutter closed.

Melting into his arms, Kathryn became almost limp in his embrace. She was happy to let him to do as he pleased with her while she concentrated on the feelings he evoked within her.

However, Chakotay wanted her with him. Here, now and present. Weaving his fingers through her hair and cupping the back of her head, he pulled her forward and whispered almost harshly – “Look at me, Kathryn.”

Her eyes opened, and she swallowed a gasp. His dark eyes burned with need and were focused solely on her. She knew that the world could be crumbling around them but his attention would not be diverted. All that mattered in this moment were his needs and hers. The knowledge that she could drive him to these heights ignited a welcome heat that began to burn within her. It seared along the length of her veins and ignited a flush of arousal that swept up her belly and prickled at her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. Blood began to pound in her ears, the flush rising up her neck to her cheeks as her whole body trembled in anticipation. She met his gaze with one of equal intensity and watched as his breathing deepened and his eyes raked over her hungrily.

“It’s time.” His voice was gruff but in contrast, his arm wound gently around her waist as he walked her to the bedside. They stood staring at one another for a long moment, close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s bodies and the gentle caress of their breaths but not touching. The urge to reach for each other was powerful, but they resisted. The tension built, the excitement of the moment growing exponentially until it was almost too much to bear.

Kathryn became impatient and reached towards his shirt, but he took her hands in his and shook his head. “No, Kathryn. Wait.”

He turned her around and slowly unzipped her gown. It slid from her shoulders, leaving her in only her sheer white underwear. He touched her shoulders to indicate that she should turn back towards him.

She watched his eyes darken, as he looked at her naked breasts, seemingly unable to tear his gaze away. Enjoying his sudden inability to move, she took it upon herself to remove her panties. He didn’t seem to mind, but then laid his hands on her arms so she understood she wasn’t to move. After blinking slowly and taking a steadying breath, she met his gaze and gave him an almost imperceptible nod of understanding.

She watched as he undressed himself, his movements unhurried and excruciatingly methodical. He exuded a sense of calm although she felt anything but. The thrill of expectation had set up a flurry of sparking jolts that had her almost losing control of her body’s responses. The jolts speared from her nipples to her groin, through the wanton throb in her belly.

It was as if she were in a dream. Her eyes became riveted to his hands, watching intently as they unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, shucked his pants from his hips, and, once he was naked, stroked down his belly to cup his erection. Her hand itched to follow that same trail, but she resisted, her eyes only meeting his as he reached towards her and ran the back of his fingers over one of her nipples. She sucked a breath between her teeth and watched as a slow smile softened his features. Her skin shivered as her nipples puckered and she could feel the dull ache of want settle low in her belly. The tension was exquisite.

Chakotay reached past Kathryn, pulled several of the pillows from the bed, and taking her hand, sat her on the side of the bed. He knelt in front of her and stroked up each leg, his hands warm on her overly sensitized skin. Skimming over her thighs, his thumbs teased close to her centre but didn’t touch. She tried thrusting toward him, but he stilled her with a hand on her stomach.

In desperation, Kathryn lifted her hands to her breasts and began to knead them, but Chakotay’s eyes snapped up. With his look, she forced her hands to her side again. As hard as she tried however, she couldn’t stop her body from rocking towards him in a languid rhythm of want. She closed her eyes as he slipped his arm under her legs and lifted her onto the bed. When she was settled comfortably in the centre of the grand bed, she hungrily watched him climb in after her. He looked down at her. “I love you.”

She husked, “I love you too.” Without taking her eyes from his, she lifted her arms above her head, knotting her hands together loosely. “Please.”

Taking a deep breath, he leant down, kissed her sweetly on the lips, then picked up his bowtie from the floor, and keeping his eyes on hers, looped her hands though it. Kathryn bit her lip as he reached over her to tie it to the headboard. Once she was secured, he stroked down her arms, brushed the hair from her face, sat back and looked at her.

He closed his eyes for a moment. The eroticism of seeing her like this was almost too much and he had to fight for control. He was painfully aroused, but would take his time because this was something they’d both waited for and wanted for years.

“Chakotay?” Her voice betrayed her act of submission with a definite note of command behind the softness. “What are you waiting for?”

The spell of tension was short-circuited, and he smiled down at her. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Her eyes glittered with delight and, licking her lips, she arched towards him. “Probably the same thing that you do to me.”

“And what’s that?”

Kathryn’s eyes narrowed and her breath became ragged. “I burn for you. With every breath in my body, I ache for you. I want you to touch me, to know me, to take me. I want your hands on my breasts, your fingers and your lips on me and inside me. I want all of you, thrusting and pounding into my body, making me yours. I want you to take from me all that I have to give.”

Chakotay’s nostrils flared and his eyes became fiery and dark. “My God, woman!” His hands were on her instantly. They cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly, tweaking them so they became hardened, sensitive nubs.

Kathryn spread her legs and thrust her hips towards him. “Touch me, please.”

Taking deep, calming breaths, Chakotay gained some control, shook his head and smiled at her look of dismay. “All in good time, my love, all in good time. I have plans.”

“I hope they include making me come, because I’m teetering on the edge already. I have been for days… not to mention the years of waiting for this.”

With a chuckle, he straddled her hips, his erection resting on her belly, and he bent low, his breath caressing her lips as he spoke. “I’m going to make you come so hard and so many times that you’re going to beg me to stop.”

Again, she arched, causing him to sit back up. She stared down at the glistening tip of his penis where it rested hot and heavy against her skin and she could feel the telltale tightening of her inner muscles. Her eyes closed and she thought to herself that with his next touch, she’d be a goner. He bent low again, his tongue darting out and tracing along her bottom lip before his mouth covered hers in a deep, soul-wrenching kiss. There was no escape as his mouth claimed hers, his tongue plunging past her lips and scouring the inside of her mouth. She moaned loudly, completely overwhelmed with the sensation, until she felt his hand stroking over her abdomen.

Chakotay pulled his lips from hers and began to explore the parts of her body with which he wasn’t already acquainted. His lips clamped over a nipple and she groaned, trying desperately to press more firmly into his mouth. As she flopped back onto the bed, he held the nipple gently between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. Kathryn cried out and thrashed against her restraints. He moved to the other breast and repeated his torture, noting how her body was beginning to glow with a sheen of perspiration.

His hands stroked gently, but firmly down her belly as he shuffled lower, his tongue laving the mounds of her breasts and the sensitive skin beneath. Continuing his foray down her body, slowly caressing her waist and hips, he kissed and licked at her belly, his tongue drilling into her navel as his hands smoothed down to her thighs.

Kathryn was almost mad with arousal as he kept her teetering close to the edge, touching her, teasing her, but not in the places that would trigger her climax. As he moved even lower, she thrust towards him again, making sounds that were something between a whimper and a plea.

Spreading her legs apart, he again stroked up her thighs, his fingers wandering close to her pulsing clitoris. His chin brushed gently over her mons as he licked the soft skin in the hollow of her hip, his thumbs kneading the muscles of her inner thighs.

She cried out as his hot breath blew over her moist folds, but still, he didn’t touch her where she most wanted it. He started talking to her, and she had to concentrate on bringing herself back to the here and now. “You’re beautiful, Kathryn. So beautiful.”

Something nudged at her and, lifting her head as far as she could, she looked down. His dark head was between her legs. Sensing her gaze, he looked up at her. With their eyes locked, he lowered his face and let his lips touch her. His tongue pressed hard against her clitoris before he licked a broad path through her folds and back again. With her eyes wide and their gazes locked, he placed his lips over her clitoris and sucked it into his mouth. Her eyes slammed shut, her face contorted into a grimace of ecstasy, and with a guttural groan, she cried out. “Oh… I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Her body spasmed, arching rigidly as she cried out, almost sobbed, as wave after wave of bone-melting pleasure roiled through her. She was practically oblivious of his hand pressed firmly against her belly, and just as the tension felt like it was about to ease, he plunged two fingers deep within her. She clamped around them, her inner muscles grabbing him and not letting go. With another loud cry, her world shattered into white.

Kathryn felt his gentle hands caressing her body and his voice crooning softly as her eyes fluttered open and she met his worried frown. “There you are. I thought I’d lost you there for a moment.”

She shook her head, still overcome with what had just occurred. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like that in my life.”

He grinned. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

Kathryn chuckled. “No kidding. You are very good at what you do.”

“I aim to please.”

“Hmmm, pleasure… I think I owe you something in return.”

His face became serious for a moment. “Kathryn, you don’t owe me anything, ever. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Well, the same goes for me. Besides I want to make you beg, too. You may have been taking care of yourself for the last week, but I'm your wife now, and it’s my turn. No more masturbating unless you’re in my presence.” With that, she slipped her hands from her restraints and smiled at his look of disbelief.

“I’m going to have to figure out how to better restrain you in the future, my dear.”

“Not tonight, love. Not tonight.” With a hefty shove, Kathryn pushed Chakotay onto his back and straddled him in one swift move.

He grinned up at her. “I see that my submissive Kathryn has gone for the evening.”

Kathryn quirked her brow. “For the moment. Surely, you know me well enough to realize that it’s in my nature to take command. That’s why it’s so damn sexy to be forced to give that up. I assure you that I'm only giving you as much control as I want you to have, and that my submission is merely an act.”

“We’ll see about that.” Chakotay’s grin hadn’t faded. This was the Kathryn he knew and loved, and reaching up, he cupped her breasts, rubbing his palms roughly over her nipples. “I suppose you want to tie me up now, do you?”

Kathryn shook her head and said slowly, “Nooo.” Leaning forward, she bit at his bottom lip and kissed him hard. “I don’t need bonds to make you my slave.”

“Ahhh, is that a challenge, my warrior woman?”

Sliding down his body, she lapped at his nipples and bit them gently. Looking up at him, her face remained serious and she shook her head. “No, no challenge. Merely the truth. In case you haven’t noticed,” she lowered her head to retake his nipple and then glanced up again, “I am quite able to give as much as I receive.”

She slithered further down his body, and he groaned and pressed into her. He didn’t doubt her for a minute.

His erection was now pillowed between her breasts as she nibbled at his hard, smooth belly. Her hands rubbed in broad circles over his chest and her fingernails scraped lightly down his front. Closing his eyes, he felt her hot breath bathe the head of his penis. He tensed, waiting for her to take him into her mouth, but she moved lower and began nipping at his inner thighs.

Chakotay sagged back onto the bed, only to grip at the bedclothes as Kathryn’s hand wrapped around his erection. “Hmmm, what have we got here,” she said as she thoroughly inspected his penis, rubbing the pad of her thumb up the shaft and over the tight, purple head. “What sort of pleasures do you have in store for me?” She swirled the bead of moisture over the tip. “I’m looking forward to becoming very well acquainted with you.”

Her fingers softly caressed the sensitive spot behind his sac, following the little ridge all the way back to where it originated, and then forward again to where it dissipated at the base of his shaft. He practically lifted his pelvis off the bed as she rounded his very sensitive balls, so she repeated the action several times. The loose skin tightened exquisitely under her touch, bringing her no small amount of satisfaction that her angry warrior was so easily tamed by such a gentle caress.

He was ripe for firmer stimulation, so she grasped his shaft firmly in her hand. Lifting his head, he watched as she manipulated him. She seemed to know exactly where to touch him to elicit electric jolts of pleasure that very nearly bordered on pain, they were so exquisite. The vision of her kneeling between his legs, her skin looking like porcelain in contrast to his, her breasts swinging close to his thighs, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she stroked and caressed him, made his heart swell with love for this extraordinary and complex woman.

Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up. Her eyes were bright with arousal, and he noticed that she was rocking, rubbing herself against his leg as she manipulated him. That thought sent another surge of blood to his groin and as their eyes held, she slowly began to move her hand on his penis, squeezing and relaxing, and as light as a feather, massaging his perineum at the same time.

With her eyes glued to his, she licked her lips and engulfed the head of his penis, maintaining the erotic rhythm with her hand as she pivoted back and forth.

The contrast of sensations was maddening and he made a sound somewhere between a groan and a yelp. The heat of her mouth, the firm pressure of her hand and the jolting shards of delight from her fingers all worked together to push him further and further towards delight.

She looked up at him and smiled knowingly.

That was it; he couldn’t keep his hands away from her any longer. In a bold move, and a dangerous one when he considered where her hands and mouth were, he sat up and pulled her towards him. She pulled away from him and stared.

He panted. “I need to taste you, too.”

Kathryn grinned at him. “Hey, this was my turn.”

“We can both enjoy this, my love.”

Her grin broadened and she raised her eyebrows. “Interesting. On top or on the side?”

Chakotay shook his head in delight. They had always had an uncanny knack for knowing what the other was thinking and should’ve known to never underestimate this woman. “Straddle me backwards.”

Lying on his back, Chakotay’s excitement jumped to a completely new level as Kathryn, with her back to him, sexily lifted her leg over his waist and sat across his lower chest. She peered at him over her shoulder and smiled just before she bent over and used her tongue to tease the tip of his penis.

He grabbed her buttocks and kneaded them for a moment before his hands slid around her hips and pulled her towards him. As her mouth engulfed him again, he wrapped his arms around her lower back and plunged his tongue into her as far as it would go. Her moan vibrated around his shaft, and he had to stop himself from thrusting. The sensations were gloriously overwhelming.

She tasted wonderful, and he could feel the gentle pulses of her inner muscles as she worked her way towards another climax. His chin was rubbing against her clitoris, and she was grinding against him, humping his face as she’d been doing on his leg. He was going to have to have a word to her about that too, but for now… his eyes rolled back as her teeth scraped gently over the head of his penis and her tongue drilled into the tip. Her hands were still busy massaging and pressing into erogenous zones that he didn’t even know he had, and all his other senses were filled with Kathryn – her taste, her smell, the feel of her body draped over his. It was all too wonderful.

Kathryn laved up and down his length, rubbing the head of his penis with her palm and then taking him in to her mouth, scraping the tip with her teeth and massaging him, but it was difficult to concentrate and keep a rhythm. His tongue was doing things to her that were beyond delight. She found herself thrusting against his face, trying to move him faster and deeper. It was all becoming too much. The rasp of his chin on her clit and his tongue were driving her crazy.

With a cry, she pulled away from him and swung around, straddling his waist and cupping her mons. “Enough already! I’m dying here!”

She was only half kidding.

Chakotay was lying panting on the bed. His face damp from her juices, his eyes wide with surprise and all she could think of was how amazing he looked and that she wanted… no, needed him inside her.

Without another thought, she leant down and planted her lips on his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. She could taste herself, and was prepared to be repulsed, but instead was pleasantly surprised. She could taste Chakotay as well, and the combination was divine.

As she kissed him, she slid further down his body, until she could feel the hard tip of his penis pressing against her. Tilting her pelvis, and with no warning, she pulled her mouth away from his, rose up and slid down on him. She waited for the sting, it had been a long time since she’d had sex, but there was none, only a wonderful feeling of fullness and pressure. They were one, and she opened her eyes to watch his reaction.

Chakotay had been unprepared and he cried out, his head arching back on the bed as he felt himself slide inside her. She was hot and tight, but there was no resistance. Blowing short sharp breaths from pursed lips, he recited the Starfleet fraternization protocols in his head to stop himself from coming. Through gritted teeth, he rasped. “Damn! A little warning, huh?” He thrust upwards unable to control himself. “Mmm,” he grunted. “You’re so tight.”

Kathryn began to rock slowly, grinding down onto him, her body undulating in slow, languorous movements. Chakotay’s hands grabbed her hips and he thrust once and then again before Kathryn took his hands from her hips and placed them on her breasts. Leaning over she whispered against his dry lips, “This isn’t a race. I’ll get you there. I promise.”

Clenching his jaw, he continued to suck in jagged breaths. He looked into her eyes and managed to smile up at her, the levity of her words taking the edge off the tension for just a moment.

Massaging her breasts in rhythm with her rocking, they both generously worked towards each other’s climax. Kathryn tightened her inner muscles, countering his gentle thrusts. Chakotay pinched her nipples softly and pressed his pubis into her clit in time with her downward movements. It was a glorious experience, and Kathryn began to move faster.

Grabbing his hands from her breasts, she wove her fingers through his and leaning over, held them by his head as she rode him frantically. Her eyes opened and she demanded, “Chakotay, look at me.”

Opening his eyes, he was mesmerised, unable to tear his gaze away from her. Her mouth was open slightly as she puffed breathy sighs onto his face; she was a vision of lust and love personified.

Unable to resist, his eyes were drawn downwards to her breasts as they swung in the same rhythm as she pounded against him.

Her eyes narrowed and she bared her teeth, growling with each slamming thrust, “I love you, only you. You’re mine, only mine.”

His warrior woman was alive and invigorating; her aggressive possessiveness was as sexy as hell. He thrust his pelvis hard against her, and with a quick manoeuvre, he flipped her onto her back, and mirroring their positions of a moment earlier, he began to pound into her.

With their hands clasped on either side of her head, she tilted her pelvis to take him deeper, so he ground against her G spot. Wrapping her legs around his hips she grunted, “Harder, ooooh, harder.”

Chakotay obliged, slamming into her, pounding her solidly into the bed, his pelvis lifting hers off the bed as they spiralled higher and higher. All of a sudden, he felt her inner muscles clench, tight as a fist. It took him by surprise and the powerful rhythmic pulses dragged him howling over the edge with her.

Strong thighs clamped around his hips as her body arched, taut as a bow, from the bed and he pressed himself home, his ejaculate bathing her insides, slowly dousing the flames as her orgasm gentled.

Just as suddenly as they began, Kathryn’s spasms ended, her legs flopped back onto the bed and he slipped from her. Sagging back onto the bed beside her, he pulled her close and softly kissed her temple. Exhausted, they dozed quietly in each other’s arms, relishing the unhurried, uninterrupted contact while the sun set outside.

Later, Kathryn’s stomach grumbled loudly and made him chuckle. He asked, “Should we explore our surroundings a little and see if we can find something to eat?”

“That would require getting up, and I like it right where I am.” Her fingernails raked across his chest.

“Don’t worry… we’ll be here again, soon.” He slid out of bed and she begrudgingly followed him.

She squirmed with the stickiness on her legs. “I think I’ll take a quick shower.”

“Good idea,” he kissed her softly. “Get yourself all cleaned up so that I’ll have a clean canvas to start over with.”

She groaned happily against his lips, winked and said, “Yes, Sir.”

Playfully swatting her bottom as she passed, he said, “I’ll go hunt and gather.”

When she finished, she rummaged through the drawers to find something to wear, but came up empty handed. Not even a bathrobe. She could have wrapped herself in a towel, but figured it wouldn’t last long anyway, so she went downstairs completely nude.

He was standing over the stove in the kitchen, wearing his favorite pair of lounge pants, and did a double-take when she came in.

As she wrapped her arms around him from behind, she said, “It’s nice to know that I can make you look twice.”

“Ogle is more like it.” He pulled her around to his side so he could see her better. “I don’t think I'm going to tell you that our bags are in the living room.”

“No? You like me like this?”

“Ah yes,” he growled and reached over to fondle her breast. “I like this, a lot.”

She squirmed a little as she felt the liquid reclaim its presence in her groin. “If you keep doing that, I'm going to need another shower.”

He smirked and feathered her nipple one last time before letting go. “Do you want to see what they left for us? There are quite a few gifts. Tom must have beamed them through earlier.”

“Gifts?” she perked up and went off to explore. She found the bag she had packed the night before, along with a large basket of fresh fruit, and half a dozen packages of various sizes. She put on the satin nightgown and robe that her mother had given her, and as she was tying the belt, she saw that there was a note attached to the fruit and opened it. She smiled happily as she went back to tell Chakotay what it said.

“Did you read the note on the fruit basket?”

“No, I didn’t see one. What does it say?” He set out the food on the dining table.

“Breakfast? At this hour?”

He shrugged. “Seemed like the perfect post-coital food. Besides, all the ingredients were here and ready for the perfect omelette.”

She squeezed his arm happily and sat down with him. “Thank you. The fruit is a gift from Admiral Wilson, and the note says that we’re not to report for debriefings until Thursday at ten.”

“Thursday?” Chakotay asked in surprise. “Wow… six days here, alone.”

The hunger in his eyes made her ask, “Why do I have a feeling that I'm going to be very sore during that first debriefing?”

“Because you are a very intuitive woman,” his eyes widened.

After they ate, they opened the packages to discover several bottles of wine, two very fluffy bathrobes, new clothes appropriate for walking along the beach and swimming, and some scented bath beads and lotions.

Chakotay said, “Here’s an envelope with Tom’s handwriting on it.” He opened it and read the note aloud. “Welcome to your honeymoon. The house is on a remote stretch of Pacific coastline outside of Huatulco in Mexico. My family owns it, and you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. If you need to contact anyone, there’s a communication terminal inside the armoire by the door, and that’s what you should use to be transported home on Wednesday night or Thursday morning. Sorry, but we didn’t send your uniforms… didn’t think you’d mind.” Chakotay winked at Kathryn and continued, “I’ve enclosed tourist guides for the town that’s a short walk up the road. There are some great restaurants there, and Dad highly recommends checking out the Salty Iguana for a great margarita. Enjoy your time together, and don’t worry about your crew – Harry and I will check on everyone Monday morning.”

Kathryn happily tapped her fingers on her cheek. “It seems that they thought of everything.”

They spent the rest of the evening on the balcony that overlooked the ocean. The breeze was warm enough to keep them from getting chilled, but cool enough that they felt the need to cuddle up in an oversized loveseat. They touched each other enough to keep them humming with arousal, but not much more. Content to fall asleep spooned together in the large bed; they slept more peacefully than either could remember having done before.



Kathryn woke slowly the next morning, stretching in the warm sunlight like a sleepy, lazy cat. She turned over and snuggled up on Chakotay’s chest.

He kissed the top of her head and said, “Good morning, beautiful wife.”

“Morning, husband.” She grinned up at him and then settled back into her comfortable spot.

He caressed her bottom through the satin nightgown, and then inched it up so that his fingers could find her soft, pliable flesh. As the arousal began to set in, she stretched against him, opening her legs slightly as she settled back down and made herself more accessible to his wandering fingers.

While she started to lap at his nipples, he cupped one of her buttocks and touched her puckered hole. She felt like she was going to melt until he pushed against it. She tensed up slightly and then relaxed. He asked, “Ever had an experience there?”

She shook her head, but said nothing as she continued to kiss his chest.

“Interesting,” he commented and withdrew his hand to wriggle out of his pajama pants. As he settled back down, her hand grasped the base of his hardened shaft, slowly stroking up and down the velvety skin as her tongue flicked across his stiff nipples.

With a growl, he pulled the nightgown up around her waist and rolled on top of her in one, swift movement.

She frowned at him. “Hey, I was in the middle of something.”

“Mmm hmmm,” he acknowledged as he kissed her breasts through the silky fabric, eliciting a quiet moan from her. When her hands went around his shoulders, he grabbed her wrists and held them firmly against the bed. He used his teeth to nudge the neckline of her gown open, so he could lathe at her naked breasts.

She arched her chest against him, trying to push her breast deeper into his mouth, but he kept control of the pressure against her nipples. Kathryn felt a buzz building inside her, throbbing so powerful that it made her want to take control so she could get what she was craving.

Several more minutes of the slow, intense torture, and she’d had enough. With all of her strength, she bucked him off and made a move to pin him down. He lost control of her for only a moment, and then grabbed hold of arms again and pressed her harder into the mattress.

“Let me go,” she demanded.

He looked into her flashing eyes and simply said, “No.”

“I don’t want to be held down right now.” She was serious, although extremely aroused.

“I can tell,” he smirked, and then went back to work on her breasts.

“Chakotay… I mean it!” She struggled against him.

He looked down at her, his smirk fading. “Kathryn, do you trust me?”

She nodded but pushed against his restraining hands, holding his gaze for a long moment. Unspoken understanding passed between them and he loosened his grip slightly. She pulled one hand free and cupping the side of his face, her thumb caressed his lips. “I trust you with my life.”

He nodded slowly. His love and respect for her surged as she pulled her hand away from his face and, draping it above her head, placed it back into his restraining grip. Chakotay groaned, kissing her hard, his penis pressing into her hip.

It was the first time she’d let her partner control her when she didn’t want it, but she trusted him implicitly and her submission added a thrilling dimension to their coupling.

Holding her wrists, he managed to nudge her legs open with his knees, pressing his upper body into her, and using his legs to close her feet so that her knees were apart. He lowered his body and with one, powerful thrust, buried himself deep inside of her.

Her legs were trapped under him, her wrists restrained against the bed, and the angle with which he was pushing against her was hitting her clit with a strong and delicious pressure. Her moans were loud and uncontrolled as she writhed beneath him.

In pure ecstasy, she had no choice but to succumb to the intense stimulation. Her orgasm hit her hard and without warning. She screamed his name, gasping for breath as her body shuddered and thrust towards him in the throes of unparalleled bliss. His heavy body still covered hers as her body strained and shuddered against him, and she could hear him urging her on, rasping in her ear as he slowly continued to thrust into her, “Yes, yes, so beautiful, come for me, come hard.” As the clenching began to ebb, Chakotay released her hands, opened her legs wide, and grabbed hold of her hips. He was still hard and hot within her and tilting her pelvis, thrust even deeper. It triggered more tremors that shook her body and kept her on an intense plateau of pleasure.

Watching Kathryn lose herself while under his control was erotic in the extreme, and he felt his belly tighten and his penis swell, ready to climax. Her inner muscles were clenching him and he pressed his fingers firmly against her, pulling back the folds to expose her engorged clit.

Too sensitive to tolerate his touch, she grabbed his wrist and yelled, “Nooo… it’s too much!”

He ignored her protests, bathed one finger in her juices, and ever so gently touched her bare clitoris. It was enough to make her see stars, and she clutched at his shoulders, screaming out his name again. Her orgasm triggered his, and he pumped into her in ragged thrusts, spurting his seed deep – riding her forcefully through her tremors.

When the rigor finally left his body, he collapsed, panting and sweaty on top of her. Kathryn was in an equal state and pushed him away so she could breathe.

He chuckled quietly and slid to her side. Taking a deep breath, he kissed her damp forehead and then swept her hair off her face.

She smiled at him, while she continued to catch her breath. “You’re going to be the death of me you know? But what a way to go.”

Chakotay smiled triumphantly as he pulled her into his arms, snuggling her into his side. He pulled the sheet up over them, and happily watched Kathryn’s completely satiated face. Every few seconds, her body would tremble slightly, but otherwise, she was completely limp. He braved laying his hand on her belly and caressed it lightly.

After she had time to recover, she turned her head and squinted at him, puffing out a tired sigh.

“Are you all right?” he asked as he chuckled softly.

She lifted her head to kiss him. “More than all right, but I had plans. You interfered.”

He smiled devilishly. “I know.”

Sighing deeply, she asked, “What have I gotten myself in to?”

He leered at her suggestively. “A whole heap of trouble, my love… and you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.”

Smiling, Kathryn thought to herself that, no doubt, he was right, but as she’d reminded him earlier, she could give as good as she got. Looking at the bronzed body lying beside her, plans were beginning to form.

He noticed the pensive look on her face. “I know that look. You haven’t got a combadge to fiddle with, but I know that look. You’re up to something.”

Kathryn quirked her brow and, rising up on one elbow, gave him a candid look. “I may be up to something but the question is… are you up to it?”

Chakotay chuckled, but his eyes were filled with a look of profound adoration. “With you, my love… always.”

Resting her head on his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest holding him close. The reference wasn’t lost on her and she loved him for remembering. “On to the next adventure, hmm?”

“It’s sure to be an interesting ride.”

“I’m loving it so far.”

“Me too.” He kissed her lips. “Shall we head out and explore our new surrounds… it’s what we are after all.”

“Explorers?”

He nodded. “We never know what we might find.”

Kathryn stroked his cheek. “I have all that I need right here, but in light of our explorer past, I think it’s an excellent idea.” She held out her hand. “Shall we?”

Taking her hand in his, he nodded. “Let’s go.”



After breakfast, they walked along the shoreline, up the road, and wandered into town. It was a quaint little village, with lots of shops, restaurants, and bars. They picked up some souvenirs, Kathryn bought a couple of sundresses, and they scoped out the town for things to do during their stay. Chakotay commented suggestively that he could think of plenty to do, but she admonished him saying that if they continued at their current rate, they’d be too sore to sit by the end of the week.

They meandered home after lunch and took a leisurely nap enfolded in each other’s arms. That evening, they decided to go out for dinner at the restaurant that Owen Paris recommended. What they didn’t expect was that the excellent food was secondary to the dancing, and as soon as they finished eating, they were coaxed onto the dance floor by the locals.

The hilarity began when another couple tried to teach her and Chakotay how to mambo. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d laughed so hard. They were hopeless. Rhythm was definitely not their forte. After about thirty minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to get their hips to move in one direction while trying to get their feet to move in another, they gave up and were left to their own devices to try to figure it out.

Chakotay wrapped his arms around her and suggested, “How about we find our own rhythm?”

“Oh, I don’t know that we need to look very far. I think our rhythm is perfect.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body suggestively against his.

They danced for awhile longer and then decided to escape the noise and energy of the club. Chakotay took her hand and led her out the back to the ocean.

They took off their shoes and walked in silence for awhile as the sun set, Kathryn's sheer dress fluttering in the gentle breeze as they stopped every so often to kiss and look out over the ocean.

After the sun was down and they were about halfway between the town and their house, Chakotay asked, “Kathryn, I’ve had fun teasing you this week, but I want you to be completely honest with me.”

“About?”

“The current tone of our lovemaking. Is it really what you want?”

She chuckled. “Yes and no. It’s fun to lose control, especially in light of the strain of the last seven years. However, in the greater scheme of things, I see us as equals and I assume you do, too?”

“Yes, I do.” He put his arm around her. “I have a favor to ask you.”

“What’s that?”

“Would you openly communicate with me? I want to give you what you need, but as evidenced by our history, I don’t seem to be as good as I thought I was at reading your mind.”

She was quiet for a moment as she chose her words. “It was my intention to keep my deepest feelings closed off from you. Although I’ve wanted to be with you for years, if I’d fully opened up to you like I have now, it would’ve complicated our command relationship and made life very confusing.”

“I think we could’ve kept it separate.”

“I’m not so sure,” she shook her head. “I understand that you would’ve been okay with it. The trouble is that I’m not sure that I could have managed. Even though I recognized that you were also a captain and that we started off as equals, I still had to be your commanding officer. Hiding my affection for you was difficult enough, but if I’d been the one to make the overture, revealing to you this part of myself, it would have undermined my authority.”

He stopped and turned to her. “I don’t think anything would have undermined your authority. When you stepped onto that bridge, there was no question as to who was in command.”

She touched his face, tracing the curve of his cheek. “It may have seemed like that from the outside, but it didn’t always feel that way to me. That’s not something I could have admitted to while we were out there.”

“Not even to me? You had to know how much I loved you.”

“Admitting it would have made it much too real. I couldn’t even admit it to myself. There were times when I was really scared.”

“That, I know.” He held her hands. “It was at those times when I tried my hardest to support you.”

She kissed him softly. “I could tell, and I appreciated it. I loved you, too, and knowing you were beside me gave me strength.”

Holding her close, he said, “I was, and I will always be right beside you. Never doubt that.”

“I won’t.” Her eyes glistened in the moonlight. “You’re my husband now, you know.”

“So I hear.” His lips covered hers in a sensual and demanding kiss.

Sliding her lips from his, she kissed along his jaw and whispered. “To answer your question – yes, I will tell you what I need from our relationship, and I hope you’ll do the same.”

“I will. Thank you.” He drew her against him to snuggle into his chest. “However, for the rest of our honeymoon, I would like to fulfill your fantasies. Do you have any suggestions?”

Fully enjoying his strength and warmth, she whispered, “Surprise me, and I just might surprise you, too.”

He laughed. “Now that’s something I’m used to… being surprised by you.”

Pressing her lips to his, she gave him a full, luscious kiss before stepping back. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she slowly untied the strings that held her wrap-around dress closed. Her mouth quirked into a smile at his shocked expression, and she laughed out loud as he glanced over his shoulder to check if there was anyone about.

Alone on the deserted stretch of beach, she let the fabric of her dress fall off to reveal her naked breasts and a pair of almost non-existent panties. Kathryn grinned. “Surprise.”

Chakotay’s eyes widened as he laughed in delight at her brazen display of exhibitionism. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, pressing his arousal hard into her sex. With one hand splayed across her bottom, his other hand cupped her breast, his thumb flicking at her hardened nipple.

Kathryn nipped at the skin of his neck and, grinding against him, she smiled as he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him deeply. Their tongues swirled them into ecstasy as the waves lapped against their ankles. Being so exposed while he was fully dressed made her feel very aroused, and she wanted nothing more to make love to him right there in the sand.

She grabbed hold of his shoulders and rose up on her toes to kiss him deeper. He placed his hands under her buttocks and swiftly hoisted her into the air. Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips, her breasts almost level with his mouth.

Her back arched, giving him full access to her breasts as his hot mouth enclosed an entire areola. His flat tongue licked slowly up and down over her sensitive nipples. The sensation was such exquisite torture that her mouth opened and she gasped. As his lips tugged at the sensitive flesh, she whimpered in response.

His lips released the breast only far enough to capture her nipple gently between his teeth so he could flick at the sensitive tip with his tongue. Kathryn draped an arm around his neck to steady herself as she tried to press her breast further into his mouth, but as the feeling became too intense, she pushed his face away.

Placing a finger under his chin, she tilted his head so that his gaze levelled with hers and she thrust erotically towards him. “Are you game, Commander?”

“Oh, more than game, my Captain.”

Her feet slid to the ground and their lips met his in a searing kiss as her fingers wove through his hair. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue slipped past his lips to tangle with his. She groaned as his tongue slid slowly against hers and their mouths moulded together, soft and pliant, tasting and tormenting one another.

Chakotay wrenched himself away from her and took her hand in his to pull her up towards the sand dunes. Finding a discreet hollow that was shadowed from the moonlight, he sat down with his back reclined in the soft sand. He tugged her to follow and she gave no argument as she slipped off her panties and tucked them into his shirt pocket with a smirk. Kneeling down next to him, she undid his fly and pulled his erection through the opening.

Without preamble and holding him gently, Kathryn lowered herself onto him, his erection sliding into her in one fluid stroke. They groaned in unison as they rocked together in the moonlit shadows, the lap of the waves accompanying their gentle movements. Holding one another tightly as they came, their sighs were lost on the breeze and the languid sounds of the ocean.

Fully sated, Kathryn leaned forward and rested against his chest. His heart that she loved so dearly, was thudding reassuringly under her ear as he softened inside her. He tugged her close, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “Are you cold?”

“A little, but you’re warm.”

“Not for long. Come on, let’s head home. There’s an enormous bathtub waiting for us with liters of bubbles.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.” She walked back to the edge of the ocean to pick up her dress, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was watching, as if there was a doubt.

When she returned, the dress was tied loosely around her. Chakotay pulled her panties from his pocket and offered them. “You might need these.”

She contemplated the flimsy material and then tucked them back into his pocket. “Oh no, you keep them. You never know when they might come in handy.” Kathryn raised her eyebrow and then grinned broadly at his amused expression. They smiled warmly at one another and hand-in-hand, made their way up the beach to the house. Before they entered, Kathryn turned to Chakotay and said, “Thank you for taking the initiative to make all of this happen. I feel like I’m living a dream, finally home and at peace. It’s because of you.”

Chakotay cupped her cheek and kissed her sweetly on the lips. “Kathryn, together we bring each other peace and I know we’re going to live a long and happy life together.”

Lifting their clasped hands to kiss his fingers, Kathryn nodded. “Together. It has always been our strength.”

Mirroring her actions, he kissed her fingers and whispered. “Always.”

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