Rated NC17
"Don't start again, Commander." The Captain brushed past him but he grabbed her arm and turned her back before she could trigger the readyroom door. "You're pushing your luck, Chakotay." She tried the glare on him, but she couldn't hold it in the face of his grin.
"I only said, ‘I like the dress’." He chuckled.
"Only because it fits closer than that damned cat suit of Seven's."
"Well, yea, but.." He ran one finger around the cut out on her chest. "I, kind of, like this too."
"Isn't it bad enough that I have to parade around my ship looking like this?" She stepped back and placed her hands on her hips. "Do you have to make it harder?"
"Oh, Kathryn, don't go there." He leered at her.
"The only place I am going is the damned holodeck, where I have to contend with that seedy megalomaniac Chaotica."
"You love being the queen and you know it." Chakotay bowed low and kissed her hand.
"Well, there is something fitting about it.." She caught the leer he directed at her. "Besides the dress, Chakotay!"
"Oh, it's not the dress I'm interested in."
"Chakotay, this is serious. We have to get back in there and shut this thing down."
"I know that Kathryn, but it's not critical, yet and you look so damned good in that dress." He chuckled. “But I could do without the hair.”
"Yet!" She just shook her head, trying to get back to business. "It will be if we don't if we don't get it shut down before the deadline. The photonics may be limited to attacking the holodeck but they can still do severe damage."
"It's all right. Once you're inside, you can distract Chaotica and his henchmen and Tom will be able to access the damaged panels."
"Oh, no, problem. I'm doing the seducing and Tom is doing the engineering! What's wrong with that picture?!"
"Nothing. Chaotica finds you irresistible and so do I."
"As flattering as that is--he is programmed that way and you, well, you are just hopeless. Besides it's Tom's engineering skills, or lack of them, that scares me."
"B'Elanna will be in constant contact with him."
"I know, but..."
"You would rather be doing it yourself, I know." He turned her toward the door. "Let's go, your majesty, Captain Proton awaits."
Chakotay ushered her out of the readyroom and across the bridge to where the senior staff awaited them in the briefing room. Tom smiled as they entered obviously admiring his captain in her queen regalia; Harry looked down, B'Elanna was too busy to notice and Tuvok showed his customary non-reaction.
"Are we ready?" The captain glance around the room with as little self-consciousness as she could muster dressed as she was.
"Captain, I have carefully briefed Tom on the exact procedure and I will remain in constant contact through his implanted comm link. We will be able to monitor your movements from Astrometrics." B'Elanna remained professional and serious until she actually looked up from her padd. "Sorry, Captain.." B'Elanna fought to control her fit of laughter.
"It's all right, Lieutenant. I am quite aware of how ridiculous I look." The Captain straightened her shoulders and gave a look that defied most people to answer.
"I, for one, think you look quite devastating, Your Majesty." Tom, not being most people, made a low sweeping formal bow and even the captain couldn't resist laughing. "Shall we?" He offered her his arm.
"Let's get this over with, CAPTAIN." She linked arms with Tom and together they crossed the bridge to the lift.
Chakotay stood with B'Elanna and Seven in Astrometics watching the scene play out on the holodeck. Tom was awaiting his opportunity as the captain played the convincingly seductive roll of the spider queen. At times, it was so humorous that Chakotay had difficulty remembering they had a serious mission to accomplish.
Tom had also become engrossed in the scenario, so much so that he missed his first opportunity to get past Chaotica and make the necessary repairs. It wasn't until Chaotica had the queen backed up and pinned against the cradle of persuasion that B'Elanna regained enough sense to alert Tom.
"Torres to Paris." Only Tom could pick up her hail but still she received no answer. "Tom! TOM, you P'athk!"
"Yea, I'm here."
"Get in there before he devours her!"
Tom moved into the room, slipping behind the throne to the access panel. Just then, Arachnia gasped drawing everyone's attention back to her side of the room. Chaotica moved closer bending over her as his tongue dipped into the opening in the queen's dress and she involuntarily arched her back.
"How's Tom doing?" Chakotay barked at B'Elanna as he watched.
"Huh? Oh, Tom, how's it going?" B'Elanna blinked, startled back to reality.
"This is most intriguing." Seven magnified the screen slightly. "The Captain was unhappy with this scenario yet, the queen seems to be enjoying herself."
"B'Elanna." Chakotay's voice was stern but his eyes never left the screen.
"Shush." B'Elanna waved him to silence. "Yes, Tom, that's the one. What's the reading? OK. Unfasten it--yes-- good. Nooo! Easy. Careful now...
Chakotay only half listened to B'Elanna as she talked Tom step by step through the repair. Kathryn was having difficulty holding off the megalomaniacal hologram and Chakotay was getting increasingly irritated.
"I wasn't aware that holograms responded in such a manner." Seven coolly observed the increasing ardor of Chaotica.
"They do when they are programmed by Paris." Chakotay watched as the captain struggled to maintain a balance between seduction and resistance. "How's he doing?"
"Almost there." B'Elanna fed information into a console. "OK, Tom, here's the adjustment...."
The sudden sparking and familiar sizzle of burning wiring was accompanied by the commotion of running feet and several words completely unworthy of a 1930’s super hero. Chaotica's attention reluctantly turned from the lovely enticing Arachnia to the chaos behind him.
In what appeared to be slow motion, Geral lunged at Proton, missing and stumbling into the throne. Chaotica raced to the aide of his minion only getting half way across the room before Arachnia recovered and activated the rings of confinement trapping him. The comical scenario continued with Proton and Geral wrestling over a ray gun on the floor, while the queen made her way past them to the access panel. Two of Chaotica's guards seized Arachnia lifting her high in the air, just as she made the final adjustments.
For a few precious seconds everything froze. Proton was pinned to the floor under Geral's immobile weight, Arachnia was helplessly suspended between the two guards and then the program blinked and shut down. The captain came crashing to the deck, landing hard in a most undignified manner sprawled across Tom's outstretched legs. For several seconds no one moved, no one reacted.
"Uh, Your Majesty, think you could get off me now?" Tom raised himself up on his elbows.
Without answering, Kathryn straightened her shoulders giving Tom her most regal look as she pulled herself to her feet and brushed off the imaginary dust.
"Tom, are you two OK?" B'Elanna's anxious voice blared in his ear. "We lost our feed; we can't see you."
"Fine, B'E, we're fine,. I think." Tom stopped and watched as his captain and queen rubbed her sore bottom in a most undignified manner. "You OK?"
"Yes, Mr. Paris. I'm fine." The captain quickly regained her composure and with the program finally shut down she tapped her comm. badge. "Janeway to Torres."
"Torres here, Captain."
"Lieutenant has the program been safely locked down?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Then we are finished here, thank you. Janeway out." For the first time the captain relaxed, laughing at the sight of her helmsman sprawled out in his ridiculous 1930's space costume. "Well, Captain Proton, shall we get back to the 24th century?"
"Yes, Ma'am-- er, You Majesty." Tom scrambled to his feet.
"Janeway to the bridge." She and Tom made their way to the lift.
“Tuvok here, Captain."
"Mr. Tuvok, please contact our friends and assure them that the enemy has been defeated."
"Aye, Captain."
"I will be in my quarters if you need me, Tuvok. Janeway out."
The door barely had time to slide closed behind her when the chime sounded.
"Come in, Chakotay." Kathryn laughed at the concerned expression on his face as he entered. "What took you so long?"
"Are you OK?" He ignored her sarcasm.
"Fine." She laughed and rubbed her bottom again. "Except for where those big oafs dropped me."
"Well, it's only fair; you did delete them."
"Yes, well, that's no excuse."
"Ummm, I could kiss it and make it better." He stepped closer to her, running his hand across her bottom.
"Really, now?" Kathryn arched a brow but she didn't move away.
"Unless you would prefer to have Chaotica do it."
"Jealous?"
"Of course not."
"Oh really?" She snickered arching both brows.
"Well, not anymore." He reached out and traced the outline of the cut out on her dress. "But I will admit I wasn't very happy with what I saw earlier. Do you conduct all negotiations that way?"
"He's a hologram for spirits sake."
"You seemed to respond to him well when he did this." Chakotay leaned down and traced the swell of her breast with his tongue.
"Of course I did.." She arched slightly. "He's the hologram not me."
"So, I noticed." His tongue explored the valley between her breasts; his hands ran over the material so tightly bound to her body. "Kathryn, what do you have on under this dress?" Her throaty laugh caused him to stand back and look at her. "Kathryn?"
"There isn't any room for anything but me beneath this dress." She laughed again and stepped away.
"Spirits, woman! What are you trying to do to me?" He lunged for her but she sidestepped him.
"You? I was supposed to seduce Chaotica, remember? How am I supposed to seduce some one with bumps and lines from decidedly unsexy Starfleet issue underwear." The laugh that bubbled from deep in her throat would have made the fiendish one proud.
"I never had any problem with it." Reaching her, he ran his hands down her sides, cupping her bottom and pulling her hips tightly against him. "Not that I'm complaining about this."
"Ahh, but we have already established that you are easy." Her fingers worked the fasteners on his jacket.
"I'm easy? Who was panting over the licking hologram?"
"Hey, he wasn't bad, for a slimy megalomaniac."
"I'm better."
"Maybe it's just the scientist in me, but you'll have to prove that."
"Don't we have a debriefing?" As he spoke, he was peeling the dress away, bending to taste each new section of flesh it exposed.
"Umm, debriefing?" She opened the fasteners on his trousers. "Yep, definitely intend to do that."
"Tuvok to Janeway." Tuvok's voice cut sharply through the room.
Taking a deep breath, Kathryn turned her back to Chakotay, the dress now hanging low on her hips. She made a quick effort to compose herself before answering.
"Janeway here."
Chakotay moved close behind her, his one hand splayed across her lower belly holding her firmly against him.
"Step back into my cradle of persuasion, Kathryn." His whisper sent a rush of hot breath across her ear and a shiver down her spine.
"Captain, I have made contact with the ...."
Tuvok's voice drifted across the comm. link, but Kathryn's attention was focused on the warm moist lips pressed to her neck.
"..aliens of the fifth ...." the calm Vulcan voice droned on.
Kathryn tried to concentrate on Tuvok's voice. She had all she could do to stifle a groan as Chakotay's warm wet lips sucked at her neck.
"..dimension. They are ..."
Her head dropped back against his chest, her knees weakening as he gently rolled a taut nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Want me to stop, Kathryn?" Chakotay hissed in her ear.
"..most appreciative of..."
*Oh, god, would he never shut up?* Kathryn's soft moan encouraged Chakotay further.
She had no idea what Tuvok was saying as the fingers of Chakotay's left hand moved lower beneath the edge of the dress, to dip into the sea of moisture between her legs.
"..our most gallant..."
Kathryn could feel Chakotay's erection throb against her bottom as she struggled to push the confining dress off her hips. It slipped to the floor finally allowing her to spread her thighs.
"..efforts on their...."
"Sooo wet." Chakotay nibbled on her ear as strong fingers anointed her soft inner lips.
"..behalf and..."
Until she contacted the couch, Kathryn hadn't realized Chakotay had moved them across the room. Not being sure her legs would continue to support her much longer, she welcomed the support of the cushions as Chakotay eased her down on the edge of the couch.
"..wish me to ...."
Tuvok's words floated somewhere above her but her world was centered on the man kneeling on the floor between her widely spread legs. Anticipation of his plans had her chest rising and falling with short rapid breaths and a flood of moisture gushing from between her parted thighs as she watched him through hooded eyes.
"..convey to you...."
Her hips jerked as his fingers parted her lips and his warm breath crossed her tender flesh. A gasp escaped as Chakotay lapped at the abundant moisture. Kathryn bit her lip as his tongue drew lazy circles around her clit and two fingers gently entered her. Suddenly, she was clutching at the cushions her hips rising up to meet the increasing intensity of his thrusting fingers.
"..their sincere gratitude"
The voice stopped; he was waiting for a response but she had no idea what to say. She opened her mouth but words wouldn't form.
"Thank you." Tore huskily from deep in her throat as she fought not to scream.
"Tuvok out." There was an edge to the normally calm voice as after a few moments of silence Tuvok cut the comm link.
Somewhere inside, Kathryn knew she should care what Tuvok heard but didn’t. She was only glad he was gone as Chakotay's tongue swirled through the delicate folds, passing back and forth over her hot center. Kathryn gasped in the pleasure his mouth produced, her fingers tearing at his hair as her body shuddered and writhed under his touch. His lips closed tightly around the pulsating bundle of nerves and Kathryn, unable to hold back any longer, cried out a garbled version of his name as her body shook in release.
Chakotay moved up, easing her body down the length of the couch, kissing her, stroking the flushed flesh in passing until he was stretched out on top of her. Kathryn's hands reached for his head, and she brought his lips down to hers. His face was sticky wet with the evidence of her passion, and she added the taste of her mouth to the sweetly sour taste in his mouth. He positioned himself at her entrance, she parted her thighs further to give him access and in one long smooth thrust he slid deeply inside her. Slowly at first, they moved together in the motion and speed they knew so well. She came again loudly, her frantic spasms triggered his own. He collapsed over her, a deadweight pinning her to the couch.
“Hey.” She pushed at his shoulders.
“Yea?” He pushed up to support his weight with his arms.
“Oh, nothing, I just thought it would be nice to breathe.”
“What’s the penalty for suffocating the queen?”
“Off with your head!”
“Ummm, think I like you better as captain. If I kill you then, I just have to run the ship.” He chuckled as he moved off of her, helping her to sit up. “But keep the dress.”
“I hope I never have to wear that dress again!” She dropped her head back against the couch. “If memory serves me, I will be having trouble facing Tuvok in uniform after today, never mind in that damn sausage skin.”
“Yea.” Chakotay settled down beside her. “I wonder who else was on the bridge.”
Kathryn just groaned.
The End