NOTE: At Dakota's demand this story follows my padd stroy "Enchanted Starship". You don't have to read it first to understand this one but you might want to.
Rated NC17
“The dress, Kathryn, and even the wig, but not these!” Chakotay held up the silk panties on one finger.
“They’re soft and pretty.” Kathryn teased him. “And they feel so good against your skin.”
“NO!” He threw the panties at her. “Boxers, no arguments.”
“OK, boxers, but silk boxers.” Producing the requested item from behind her back, she moved in closer rubbing the soft material on his bare chest.
“Is there no end to the things I’ll do for you?” Chakotay snapped up the boxers.
“Ummm, I can think of something you could do for me.” Kathryn fingered the knot in the towel that was slung low on his hips.
“Sounds like a much better idea then wearing a dress to me.” His fingers traced the vee in her bathrobe.
Kathryn fumbled with the knot, tossing the towel aside; as she spread light kisses across his chest.
Chakotay walked Kathryn backwards until her back rested on the bulkhead, pulling on the sash. He let her robe fall open. His hands moved inside her robe, skimming over the newly exposed flesh.
“We don’t have time.” Kathryn ran her hands up his chest, putting her arms around his neck and bringing his mouth down to hers.
“So, we’ll be late.” Chakotay pressed the full length of their naked flesh together; Kathryn groaned.
Kathryn’s fingers caressed their way down the smooth skin that stretched over the taut muscles of his back. She wondered briefly if their crew had any idea how easily he could control her. His mouth was moving down her neck, nipping, sucking and Kathryn marveled at how quickly he could render her powerless- then there was no more room for thought.
Chakotay pushed his leg between hers as he pinned her willingly but helpless against the bulkhead. His mouth paid homage to her breast, while his hands stroked the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her quiver. His mouth moved slowly from her breast sliding down the soft skin of her belly, lapping at her navel before burying his face in the soft moist curls.
“Oh, Chakotay.” Kathryn arched her back groaning.
Chakotay dropped to his knees, draping her one leg over his shoulder, using his fingers to spread wide her glistening lips. Kathryn whimpered as the cold air reached her most sensitive flesh, raising her hips as his fingers gently explored her. She cried out when he put his mouth to her, bucking her hips trying to force him deeper.
“So wet,” He muttered against her slick folds, the vibration tearing a moan from deep in her thought. “So very, very hot.”
Chakotay pushed his fingers deep into her heat, his tongue steadily licking her swollen bud. Kathryn’s fingers were tearing at his hair, her breath in short gasps as her hips rocked. She cried out her disappointment when he pulled back replacing his raspy tongue with his thumb, his fingers slipping out leaving her hollow and wanting.
“Oh, god, don’t stop.”
“Patience.” He panted with his own overwhelming need as he leaned in to capture her mouth in a punishing kiss.
Kathryn wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her so that his rock hard penis stood ready at her entrance. She gasped as he drove into her in one long hard stroke, withdrawing just as quickly then slowly thrusting back so that they could feel each throb as her tight walls closed around him. Kathryn clenched around each measured thrust, her tongue claiming his, her short nails digging into his shoulders. Suddenly, she was shouting, crying out garbled version of his name as her body shuddered and her teeth sank into the tender flesh of his neck. Chakotay controlled thrusts deteriorated rapidly as her inner muscles gripped and released him in rapid secession. Moaning out her name, he slammed her hard against the wall with one last deep thrust as he emptied himself in deep hot spurts.
Chakotay slumped, his full weight pinning her against the bulkhead as her legs slipped slowly to the floor.
“Off, you big lug.” Kathryn pushed at his sweaty shoulders. “I need another shower.”
“Is that any way to talk to the fairest of them all?” He chuckled as he eased off his weight and stole another kiss.
“If I don’t shower fast and get dressed, I won’t have time to do your makeup- see how fair you will be then.”
~~~^^^~~~
The senior staff had been instructed to gather in the corridor outside the mess hall and make their entrance as a group. Several of them, at least those who had managed to be on time, stood nervously awaiting the arrival of the others. The doctor was quite uncomfortable playing his much shorter counterpart and Seven was obviously unhappy as she fiddled with the nametag, which read ‘Dopey’. Tuvok just stood by stoically clutching a box of tissues. Next off the lift, were Voyagers three musketeers – known at tonight as Happy, Grumpy and Bashful, each currently living up to their new names. Mike Ayala approached this group, a little late but looking very smug in his short tight pants and gave everyone a nod before yawning loudly and displaying his nametag.
“This is great!” Mike laughed at the groans around him. “B’Elanna – no offence, but Grumpy is perfect for you and Harry that blush really fits the part.”
“I’m Happy.” Tom smiled.
“It wasn’t hard to tell, even without the nametag.” Mike looked around. OK, there are seven of us and the Captain is the Wicked Queen. Soooo…” He doubled over with laughter as the door to the lift open again revealing the answer to his unasked question.
The Wicked Queen smiled and greeted her subjects eyeing each one approvingly as she stepped off the lift.
“Sorry we’re a bit late; great beauty takes time. You all look wonderful; Naomi will be very happy.” She looked around but no one followed her. “And this.. umm wherever she is…” Kathryn reached into the lift and pulled him forward. “This is our fair Snow White.”
“Hey, she’s hot!” Tom whistled.
“Watch it, Paris.” Snow White replied in a decidedly masculine voice.
“Ahh, Chak .. damn, you look good!” B’Elanna doubled over with laugher. “Captain, did you do his make up? He’s beautiful!”
“Well, he did need a little help in that area.” Kathryn smiled as she watched Seven step up and circle around Chakotay.
“Commander, I believe your breasts are even larger than mine.”
This comment cause the fair Snow White to blush profusely while the others, with the exception of Tuvok, nearly fell on the floor laughing.
“See.” Kathryn fought to control her laughter. “And you thought this wouldn’t be any fun.” She waved the others toward the door. “Come on, time to join the party.”
Naomi was obviously enjoying her party and a happy Naomi brightened the outlook of everyone she came in contact with. The mess hall was swarming with good-natured crewmen costumed as Naomi's favorite characters. Chell whose coloring made for an excellent, if a bit overweight, Flotter, was dancing with Megan Delaney dressed as someone called Betty Boop. Most people didn't know exactly who this Betty was, but they could certainly appreciate the costume.
Naomi, herself, was dressed as Alice; Icheb escorted her wearing a large White Rabbit costume complete with waistcoat and pocket watch. Tal Celes had heads rolling as the Queen of Hearts and Billy Telfer gladly played her king. Renlay Sharr was the fat old Duchess and Noah Lessing had people convulsing with laughter at his portrayal of the Mad Hatter
Martha Gilmore was Goldilocks, but there were no bears to be found. Jenny Delaney in her red riding hood and cape ran across the room, actively pursued by Brian Sofin as the Big Bad Wolf. Mickey Mouse was arm wrestling with Winnie the Pooh and there was every sort of super hero you could wish for all gathered in one room.
This chaos that was Naomi’s party, came to a sudden halt, as all eyes turned in disbelief with the entrance of the senior staff. Naomi and Icheb formally welcomed them and the crowd broke into spontaneous applause. Kathryn was having almost as much fun as Naomi.
Slowly, the crowd went back to enjoying themselves and the newcomers made an effort to blend in. It was, however, a little difficult for the just over six foot tall Snow White to blend.
“My but you’re a big girl.” The Wolf had stopped chasing Red Riding Hood and was taking a slow tour around the ‘new girl’.
“You’re in the wrong fairy tale buster! If I were you, I’d stick to little Red.” Chakotay growled.
“Oh, I like a woman with gumption.” Brian rubbed his paws together.
“And I might develop a taste for wolf stew.”
“Lighten up, Chakotay.” Kathryn smiled.
“Hey, get your own Wolf, Big White.” Jenny grabbed Brian pulling him away with a glare.
“Oh, here comes your prince, now.” Kathryn smiled as she watched Neelix work his way across the mess hall.
“Kathryn, if he tries to kiss me, you are a dead woman!”
“Really, Snow—threats are so unbecoming. Do try to behave like a lady.” She waved at Neelix and tossed an apple at Chakotay. “Be careful what you eat, Snow, darling.” Kathryn left him standing alone in the middle of the room.
“Oh, where did the Captain go?” Neelix searched the immediate area around Chakotay.
“Off wreaking havoc with someone else’s life, I suppose.” Chakotay recovered some composure. “Nice party, Neelix. Naomi must be very happy.”
“She is. And, umm-er, nice dress, Commander. You’re such a good sport.” Neelix patted him on the back. “I don’t always envy your position.”
“It’s not so bad, Neelix. I feign a little anger, do the long suffering bit and I get lots of ‘points’.” Chakotay winked.
I see. So you let her think she’s winning and you wind up with the prize! Bravo, Commander, brilliant strategy!” Neelix laughed. “A gambit.”
“Almost, Neelix, except she always wins!” Chakotay laughed.
“I have never known the Captain to lose, but you do make a formidable opponent- Stalemate?”
“Whenever possible- a draw.”
The Wicked Queen circulated among the other guests but her attention never drifted far from the fair Snow White. With what appeared to be just short, of an order she sent assorted super heroes to request a dance from the lovely and extremely amenable Ms. White. The large White Rabbit was perhaps the final straw for shortly after that the Queen was seen whirling around the floor in the arms of a chubby and somewhat clumsy Flotter.
The Handsome Prince of the Mess Hall was passing around his rather colorful version of hors d’oeuvres when he excitedly brought a special platter to serve the Queen.
The Queen graciously accepted something from the tray, the first bite of which caused her to cough, her eyes watering as she struggled to keep a reassuring smile on her face. After assuring Neelix it was not a reflection on his new recipe but that she had merely swallowed wrong, she tuned to see the Fair One execute a graceful curtsy from across the room.
“Do you ever get the feeling this is one big chess match they’re playing and we are all just pawns!?” Tom laughed as he caught sight Chakotay’s latest revenge.
“Speak for yourself, Fly Boy. I’m a rook!” B’Elanna said with true Klingon pride.
“Is there anything lower than a pawn? If there is, I must be it ‘cause at least pawns can be promoted.” Harry tugged again at his short pants.
Fortunately for most, since this was Naomi’s party, it concluded rather early and everyone was free to return to whatever passed for normal in their lives. The Captain and Commander had said their good-byes to the guest of honor and were waiting quietly for the next lift.
“Captain, thanks for including me. It was really fun.” Ayala stopped as he passed them. But, Captain, I think the mirror lied- er – no offense, Commander.” Mike laughed and continued down the corridor.
The Captain held her laughter, but she couldn’t resist a quick look at Chakotay’s face; it was her undoing. Kathryn’s all out belly laugh drew the attention of the remaining guests just as the lift arrived.
“Don’t push your luck, Kathryn.” Chakotay shoved her into the lift, but couldn’t hide his own amusement as the doors closed cutting off the view.
A quick silent- except for an occasional giggle- one-deck ride brought the command team back to the Captain’s quarters. The door barely had time to close behind when he pulled her into his arms.
“There is something very strange about you having more cleavage than me.” Kathryn backed away from his embrace.
“No sense of adventure, Kathryn? Are you jealous or have you just never kissed a man in drag?” He laughed at the mock horror on her face. “Besides this outfit has more cleavage than Seven!”
“And you would know that how-- exactly?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
“Well I wouldn’t, exactly-but, I could make a pretty fair guess.” He shrugged. “Besides, she told us- remember?”
“Nice dodge.”
“I thought so.” Stepping out of his heels, Chakotay struggled to unfasten the back of the dress; Kathryn stood by smiling. “You could help you know.”
“Yes, I could, but I’m not really into undressing other women.”
“I was a man before you did this to me and I’ll be a man once you get me out of this thing.” He pulled off his wig and turned his back to allow her to unfasten the dress. “If you get me out of this thing, I just might be inclined to prove it.
Kathryn unfastened the dress, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. The costume had come complete in one piece so once he stepped free of its layers he wore only the silk boxers. Chakotay turned back and pulled her into his arms.
“You’ll smudge your lipstick.”
“You’re pushing again, Kathryn.” He breathed the words into her mouth claiming it before he trailed his lips across her face and down her neck leaving bright red streaks in their wake.
“Damn, do you have any idea how hard that is to get off.” Kathryn shoved him away angrily, but couldn’t help laughing when he just smiled and nodded his head. “Yes, I suppose you do!”
“Come on I’ll help you clean it off?” He took her hand and headed for the bathroom.
“Said the spider to the fly.” Kathryn allowed herself to be dragged behind him.
Chakotay adjusted the water
temperature, smiling when he turned back to find Kathryn already free of
her costume. With a wicked grin, she advanced and in one swift motion
dragged his boxers down to his feet and fell to her knees.
As he stepped free of the twisted silk, Kathryn buried her face in his
course hairs, her warm breath against his tender skin earning her a groan.
She put her lips to soft skin of his belly, working her way down, eagerly
exploring his erect penis with her tongue. Kathryn wrapped her mouth around
the head, her tongue circled and gently stroked the tip. When she
took him fully into her mouth, he groaned deeply, as an involuntary shudder
passing through him. Chakotay savored the sensations caused by the
rich velvet moisture of her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair, thrusting
gently against her. He moaned loudly when she released him and stood to
capture his mouth in a passionate kiss.
Kathryn took his hand
and drew him into the cascade of warm water. Making a soapy lather,
she massaged him with warm bubbles, running slick palms over his chest
and down his stomach, carefully lathering his thighs, moving down one leg
and up the other.
Chakotay responded by
turning her back against him, his mouth licking the tender spot behind
her ear and his hands massaged soapy peaks over her breasts. She
leaned into him grinding back against him; soft moans escaping as he continued
to lather her body. Letting the warm water rinse away the bubbles,
Chakotay leaned Kathryn back against the wall and lowered himself between
her spread her legs. His hands slid up the inside of her thighs,
lightly caressing her swollen lips. Kathryn moaned as he leaned in
to kiss them softly, his tongue extending to gently explore her depths.
She arched, a gasp escaping as his mouth closed around her engorged and
tender bud and his fingers gently entered her. Thrusting against
him, she bit her lip but couldn’t stifle her cries as he expertly worked
her into frenzy.
"Chakotay --- please."
It was a hoarse whisper as she tugged his shoulders.
Chakotay stood and lifted
Kathryn higher on the wall, she wrapped her legs around him gasping as
he slid easily into her abundant wetness. Kathryn tried to balance herself
with her hands on his shoulders, grinding against him as she struggled
to meet his thrusts. He whispered words of love, words of need, as he started
to move, hard and fast, thrusting into her with sure strokes, pounding
into her so hard that her whole body shook and she could feel the long
length of him deep within her. Kathryn gasped out his name; she leaned
forward sinking her teeth into his shoulder as her body convulsed around
him. Chakotay cried out shoving her hard against the wall, as he
thrust deeply and stilled- then exploded deep within her. Slowly, as they
caught their breath, she lowered her legs and he placed her back on her
feet. She leaned against him, just letting the water flow over them.
Eventually they dried
each other and made their way to the bedroom. Warm and sated, snuggled
together in her bed, Kathryn quickly fell asleep. Chakotay watched her
sleeping, so beautiful in the diamond light provided by the stars.
The stressful burdens of the captain laid aside, she looked so peaceful.
This was Kathryn, his Kathryn. He lean over and gently kissed her
forehead.
“It’s times like now, when I watch you sleeping that I know you will always own my heart. Mike was right – the mirror lied.”
The End
