DISCLAIMER: Everyone here belongs to Paramount although they have no idea what to do with them!WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS ...
First Place in Blue Alert New
RATED: NC17
“I am pleased that the mission was successful, Ensign.” Seven’s stiff stance and severe Borg manner was in direct conflict with the elegant sheath she wore.
“Then what’s wrong?” Harry was beginning to think this ‘couples’ stipulation hadn’t been such a good idea.
“I fail to see the relevance of attending this function. The trade mission has been concluded, we should be allowed to continue our journey without further delay.”
“Seven, it’s just a party. These people like to celebrate their successes.” Harry turned and begged B’Elanna for help with his eyes.
“Parties are irrele…”
“Seven, you look lovely tonight.” Tom stumbled a little as B’Elanna pushed him forward. “Doesn’t she B’E?”
“Yes, Seven that’s a beautiful dress.”
“The Captain chose it for me. I find such things irrelev…”
“Yes, Seven, we know.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Seven, maybe just for tonight, if someone comments on the way you look or how lovely your dress is—it would be best if you just said thank you.” Chakotay joined the group with a chuckle. Harry had been anxious for this ‘date’ but he certainly didn’t look comfortable now. “And try to look as if you enjoy Ensign Kim’s company.”
“I will try, Commander, but I would prefer to wear my regular attire.”
“Yes, Seven, we are all a little uncomfortable in these formal clothes, but the Prime Minister insisted.”
“As he insisted on these pairings?”
“Yes, Seven. The Prime Minister was fairly specific about which crew members should attend and insistent that we do so as couples.”
“Will you be the Captain’s partner?”
“Yes, it did seem logical.” Chakotay’s had no desire to discuss his relationship with the Captain, especially with Seven; he looked around the room. “If everyone is here we can begin to transport.”
“It appears that everyone is present except the Captain.”
“Was someone looking for me?”
There was an audible gasp as all eyes turned toward the doorway, then the room fell silent. Standing just inside the room was the woman everyone had known, and respected, for the past six years, the same woman they saw day after day and yet she wasn’t.
Kathryn ignored the gasp and smiled enjoying the startled faces of her crew. It wasn’t often they got to see her as a woman and not just a captain and it never failed to surprise them. Kathryn always enjoyed their reaction.
“Wow.” Tom grinned as he openly appraised her appearance. “You look amazing, Captain.”
“Why thank you, Mr. Paris.” Kathryn moved toward Chakotay. “If everyone will join their escorts.” She took Chakotay’s arm and proceeded to the transport pad. “We will begin transporting to the surface. Please remain in the waiting area until we have all transported. We are to make our way to the reception area as a group.”
The Captain went on giving the usual ‘we are Starfleet officers, we will behave as Starfleet officers’ speech; Chakotay only half listened, he much preferred watching her to hearing the same old speech again. He knew the drill and he knew how he would rather behave; her eyes met his briefly and he realized she knew exactly what he was thinking. The Captain finished talking, nodded at the transport officer and disappeared with the first group in a blue haze.
“So Chakotay, do you think I have done irrevocable damage with this outfit?” Kathryn whispered as she once again took his arm and they stepped form the transporter padd into the waiting room.
“To them or me?”
“Well, Mr. Paris seems to be the only member of that group still capable of speech.”
“They do tend to forget you are a woman. I think you just startled them. I’m sure they will recover in time.”
“And you?”
“Never.”
“I hope you’re right about them, the Prime Minister is expecting our best and brightest tonight.”
“You certainly fill that bill.”
“You approve?”
“Well, you know how I hate to agree with Tom, but you do look amazing tonight.”
“Are you saying I don’t normally look …amazing?”
“Kathryn, don’t twist my words.” Chakotay shook his head as he gazed down at the impish expression, the smile looked innocent enough but something fiendish danced in those sapphire eyes; tonight would be interesting.
Once everyone had transported and regrouped, they were led to the reception area for the formal greeting. Chakotay was well practiced at wearing the appropriate expression as he silently stood by her side and let his mind wander to more interesting things. These rituals may be important but tonight the only thing that held his interest was the woman by his side.
Chakotay had actually been surprised when she informed him that he would be her designated escort this evening. Although their personal relationship had progressed the past few months, both the prime minister and the ambassador had shown a strong interest in the Captain. Chakotay wondered why neither of them had claimed the right to escort her.
The Ambassador greeted Kathryn warmly then formally presented her and her entourage to the Prime Minister. In turn, the Prime Minister greeted her with the ritual handhold, and then turned to formally welcome the group, without releasing her hand. The Ambassador’s eyes never left Kathryn’s face the entire time. Chakotay just smiled. The innocent expression on her face might have fooled the others, but Chakotay knew Kathryn was acutely aware of the struggle going on between their hosts.
Kathryn was playing tonight; he had been sure of that when she stepped into the transporter room, fully armed. It wasn’t all that often in this quadrant that they ran into people more interested in captivating the Captain than in capturing her ship, Chakotay was glad she was enjoying herself. After all, it was only a game and when it was over she would be returning to Voyager beside him, if not exactly with him.
The lengthy welcome ceremony finally concluded and Kathryn returned to his side before they proceeded to the banquet room. The room was formal without being as gaudy as some of the alien decor they had encountered; there were round tables and a large dance floor. They were led to their proper place at the head of the room and Chakotay found himself seated between to beautiful ladies while Kathryn, not surprisingly, was sandwiched between the Ambassador and the Prime Minister.
“Captain, I hope you find the atmosphere pleasing.” The Ambassador began. “We have studied the information you so kindly exchanged with us and tried to tailor the banquet to your cultural standards.”
“It looks lovely, Ambassador. I did wonder why it appeared more federation than Morenian.”
“We wish not only to experience a bit of your culture but to make our guests comfortable.” The Prime Minister drew her attention to the other side.
“That’s very kind of you, Prime Minister, we do get a little homesick from time to time. Although we have enjoyed learning of your society also.”
The conversation found a more comfortable level as wine was served followed by countless courses of food that represented an odd mixture of both cultures. His dinner companions kept Chakotay very busy, but he did manage to catch enough of the conversation across the table to know they were now on a first name basis.
After dinner, the music began and their hosts took great pride in instructing them in native dance rituals. The dances were fast and the step intricate. Kathryn was passed so quickly from Ambassador to Prime Minister and back again; Chakotay wondered how she managed to keep from falling off those four-inch heels. She was good at it and he enjoyed watching her when his companions weren’t forcing him to trip over his own feet.
Just about the time Voyager’s crew looked like they might collapse, the music slowed, the lights dimmed and it was announced that it was now time to enjoy cultural rituals of our guests. Clearly the Ambassador had studied the database and carefully chosen the type of music to be played; Chakotay though the man was just short of drooling as he advanced toward Kathryn, but his own partners were just as anxious so his attention was quickly diverted to their instruction.
The music continued and Kathryn was once again well occupied by both their hosts.
Chakotay chuckled as he watched Kathryn reposition the Prime Ministers hands for the third time. Changing partners offered her no relief, as the Ambassador seemed to have the same problem regarding the proper placement of hands.Finally, the conclusion of the evening was announced and with it the last dance.
“Excuse me gentlemen, but we have a small tradition of our own to follow here.” Kathryn stepped from between the dueling dignitaries and faced Chakotay. “Commander, if you would do me the honor?”
“Certainly, Captain.” Chakotay took the hand she extended and led her onto the dance floor.
For the first time in hours the smiles on the faces of voyager’s crew were genuine, as they watched their command team sway through the final dance of the evening.
“Did you have fun this evening, Kathryn?”
“Actually, I did.” She smiled and stepped just slightly closer. “But now its time to go back where I belong.”
“Does that make you unhappy?” He teased.
“Not at all, this is exactly where I want to be.” Kathryn rested her head so that he could feel her warm breath against his neck as she spoke. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“It was pleasant as these things go.” Chakotay knew the crew was watching and their hosts could not have missed how closely he held her; he will himself not to react but he didn’t hold out much hope.
Silently, they swayed through what Chakotay thought had to be the longest song he ever heard. It wasn’t that he minded, he would be happy to hold Kathryn forever, but he was very conscious of their audience, although she didn’t seem to be.
“What are you thinking?” Kathryn asked just as the music ended.
“Kathryn, I could get court marshaled for what I’m thinking.”
“We have to bid farewell to our hosts,” Kathryn stepped back and smiled. “But, hold that thought.”
Their good-byes were as formal and if anything, even longer than the greetings had been. Clearly neither of their host were happy about letting this particular guest leave but when Chakotay’s two dinner companions stepped forward to reclaim their men it was equally clear that this was a game they often played and now it was over.
Kathryn and Chakotay were part of the last group to transport back to the ship. It had been an enjoyable evening, especially the last part and Chakotay was a bit sorry to see it end. Obviously, Kathryn felt the same way.
“Join me for a glass of wine.” It was a simple statement, delivered in a kind of purr, which drew sidelong glances from the crewmen exiting the transporter room.
Chakotay smiled and nodded, offered her his arm once again and they left the grinning stragglers in the transporter room behind them.
“Make your self comfortable.” Kathryn slipped off her shawl and tossed it on the chair. “I’ll be right back.”
“Shall I replicate the wine?”
“Actually,” She stopped and retrieved a bottle from its hiding place. “I have a very interesting looking bottle that the Ambassador Hixroy gave me yesterday, after we concluded our trade.” Kathryn bent and placed it on the table. “Why don’t we try this?”
“Wouldn’t you rather save this for something special?”
Kathryn looked up and smiled. She held his eyes as she straightened up slowly, then turned left him alone with his task.
When Kathryn returned the only visible difference was the absence of the four-inch heels; he was always surprised at how small she was. She took the glass he offered and sat beside him tucking one naked foot beneath her.
“So, how were your companions this evening, I didn’t have much chance to talk to anyone.”
“Very nice. It also explains why I was allowed to escort you.”
“Well, yes I suppose they needed to offer there wives a consolation prize while they played.” Kathryn’s smiled at him over the wineglass. “But I chose my own ‘date’ for the evening.”
“I’m flattered. After all there was quite the tug of war going on over you.”
“Did you mind?”
“No, I love to see you leave the Captain on the ship and enjoy yourself.” He laughed and placed his glass on the table. “When you aren’t hiding behind the uniform you are the biggest flirt I have ever known.”
“I’m not.” She teased
“Not only are you but you are quite good at it. You had those two jumping through hoops. Not that they didn’t enjoy it.”
“And you?”
“Just tell me how high.”
Kathryn smiled and settled back. They sipped quietly, comfortable enough in their silence but acutely aware of the building tension between them.
“Chakotay, when the music stopped, I believe you were you going to tell me what you were thinking?”
Chakotay searched her face, if he misinterpreted this it could destroy there budding relationship, mean the end of an excellent working relationship and maybe even their friendship. Not trusting his own judgment at the moment, he just shook his head no.
“You won’t tell me what you’re thinking?” Kathryn placed her wineglass on the table. “or have you forgotten?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer “Computer play music selection Janeway 542.” Kathryn stood and held out her hand. “Dance with me. Maybe it stir your memory.”
Chakotay stood and she slipped easily into his arms. It was a different fit now that the shoes were gone, but she felt warm and alive as their bodies swayed in unison to the music. Even if he tried to forget his body eagerly reminded him of his earlier fantasies.
“We were dancing, as I recall.” Kathryn pressed just a little closer. “I asked you then what you were thinking and you said ‘I could get court marshaled for what I’m thinking,”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“I did ask, but if you need to be persuaded…”
Kathryn raised one hand resting it gently on the side of his face, her eyes smiled into his. Her fingers grazed his cheek and she let her eyes fall to follow them as they gently traced his full lips. Kathryn licked her lips, as both hands came up to cup his face then slender fingers slid into his hair. Slowly, she dragged her eyes back to his, gradually but purposely she increased the pressure behind his head, as her lips crept toward his and her warm breath mingled with his until he couldn’t breathe any longer. For an eternity they hung just beyond touching before her lips gently brushed against his.
He had kissed Kathryn before but never had she been as deliberately provocative as she was tonight and although he had always known she wanted him, she had never before allowed him to see the raw passion he saw in her eyes tonight. Kathryn was takings this to a level he had previously only hoped for and excited him beyond anything he had imagined. The music stopped but the dance had just begun.
The soft lingering kisses of the past were forgotten as Kathryn’s mouth hungrily devoured his. Thoughts of tenderness quickly gave way to a more forceful possession as he eagerly responded to her demanding kiss. Their tongues tangled in an electric dance, her tiny body pressed wantonly against his as impatient hands worked frantically to freed them from the confine of their eveningwear.
As the last of their clothing fell away Kathryn stepped back taking a moment to openly admire him, she let her eyes dance across his golden flesh and drink in every inch of him. Kathryn reach out, slender white fingers letting them glide across golden skin. As many times she had seen his naked chest she had never experienced it like this. Her heart pounded wildly as she allowed her hands to caress the smooth skin tracing the taut muscles, following the faint arrow of course hair to embrace his solid length.
He watched as she moved away, the pale softness of her body calling to him, the wanton look as she studied him doubling his desire. When she reached out to touch him he force himself to be still. He watched her hands explore him, felt himself swell as her fingers slowly meandered down his body. Chakotay reached out, his fingertips barely touching her breasts, circling the tightening nipples; Kathryn groaned and tightened her grasp on him.
Chakotay stepped back out of her reach. He grasped both her hands and brought them to his mouth lightly kissing each finger before gently lifting her and carrying her to the bedroom.
Kathryn found herself floating toward the bedroom, his strong arms cradling her as she quivered in anticipation. The mere touch of his fingertips on her naked breast had made her dizzy with desire; the feel of his skin against hers as they moved nearly drove her mad.
Chakotay placed her on the bed and stood back; Kathryn reached out to him but he shook his head.
“I want to see you when I touch you.”
Slowly, Chakotay stroked the creamy white softness of her breasts, watching her face and savoring the small gasp as his fingers gently rolled a taut nipple. Bending he pressed his lips to her neck working his way down to nip at her collarbone, Kathryn arched pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. Her hands were coveting any part of him she could reach with an electric touch, but he had his own agenda. Chakotay let one hand wandered lower across her belly just grazing the auburn curls which earned him a moan; he lifted his head so that he could see her reaction.
Kathryn’s face was flushed, her breasts rose and fell with great effort of control; a control he was determined to break. For a moment he rested his hand fully against her taut stomach, then slowly he threaded his fingers through the tight curls slipping them easily into the slick folds. Kathryn gasped at the touch spreading her legs wide in invitation. Chakotay watched her closely as his fingers explored the rich velvet moisture of her most secret place. Kathryn’s eyes were closed, her hands searched wildly to reach him finally grasping the blanket as her body writhed beneath his questing fingers. As she shuddered and gasped he became urgently aware of his own need but he continued the rhythmic movement that had placed her completely under his control. One finger slowly pushed into her heat, he was rewarded by another small sound, then a second finger probing her tightness and she groaned and pushed against him. His fingers intensified there thrusting, his thumb continued to glide across her most sensitive nerve until Kathryn’s whole body surrender to a shattering orgasm.
Kathryn’s world exploded, she cried out his name as her body trashed uncontrollably beneath his hand. She was struggling to catch her breath, rocking against the soft ministrations of his gently fingers when it started again. She was suddenly aware of he warm breath, then his tongue began to lap at her fragrant moisture. She couldn’t do this again, she never had, but he was making it happen, teasing her, caressing the over sensitive nerves causing the coil tightening, pushing her upward until she begged for more; and then it stopped.
As Chakotay’s own need became overwhelming; he began the journey that would claim her completely. His mouth moved over her first kissing her belly, then licking her breasts. At her whimpered plea, his fingers returned to tease her, holding her at the edge of frenzy. He used his legs to press her wide, reveling in her gasps as she felt the solid length of him drag through her folds coating them both in her slick, hot moisture.
Chakotay’s body was solid and warm over hers, strong yet gentle as it pushed its way into her tight heat. Kathryn groaned at the sensation of her muscles as they stretched around his girth. He began to move and Kathryn was caught in a powerful vortex, climbing, soaring, gasping, finally screaming his name as the tight coil sprung lose in a shattering explosion of fire.
The tight liquid heat of her inner muscles and the sound she made as he entered her were almost more than he could endure. With tantalizing slowness he began to thrust. A slow steady rhythm growing deeper, faster, harder; Kathryn arched to meet him clenching tightly around him as they spiraled upwards, soaring together until he poured himself into her with a hoarse roar.
Chakotay’s entire weight dropped on her, panting his hot breath flooded her senses. Kathryn cradled him, stroking his sweat soaked back until his breathing returned to normal. When she pushed at his shoulder he chuckled and rolled them to their sides.
“Chakotay.” Kathryn nudged him just as he was drifting off.
“Ummm?”
“Don’t worry about the court marshal. I think I like the way you think.”
The End