“Janeway to Torres.”
“Torres here, Captain.”
“B’Elanna, the Commander and I are on our way to engineering now.” It had been a hard week, some systems were still off line, the transporters were still down and engineering could use all the help they could get.
“Acknowledged, Captain. Torres out.”
“Commander.” She stood and led the way to the lift. “Tuvok, you have the bridge.”
He followed her into the lift; turning he silently stared straight ahead, hands clasped behind his back. She snuck a look at him, tall, strong, handsome---oh, god, and her first officer. They had been stranded in the delta quadrant six months---six long months—the trip home could take a lifetime—at least. Blending the crews had worked well, now maybe her new chief engineer would help with the ‘mix.’ The lift started its decent to deck eleven, about half way down it suddenly jerked to a stop, tossing both of them to the floor.
“Captain?” He reached to assist her to her feet.
“Fine Commander, yourself?” She brushed herself off.
“Fine.”
“Janeway to engineering.”
“Torres here, Captain.”
“B’Elanna, why did the lift stop?”
“Sorry, Captain, blew several relays. We are checking into it now.”
“All right, keep me informed ---Janeway out.” She turned to face the Commander. “Well Commander, looks like we may be here a while.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He studied the closed doors.
“Perhaps you could relax a little, Chakotay.” She move just a little closer to him, he stepped back. *hummm OK, I can deal with this.* “Janeway to Torres”
“Yes, Captain?”
“B’Elanna, is it getting warmer in here?”
“Ahh—Yes- I believe the environmental controls are malfunctioning. I’m on it”’
“All right, B’Elanna –Janeway out.” Now it really was warmer in there; Kathryn removed her jacket. “Chakotay, you might as well get comfortable. Here, let me help you.” She unfastened his jacket, sliding her hands across his chest as she removed it. “There much better.”
“Thank you, Captain.” He moved away again.
The temperature continued to rise, B’Elanna hailed and apologized, but it would get hotter and it would be at the very least another hour before she even knew what was wrong. The Captain had removed her turtleneck and was taking off her boots.
“Really, Chakotay, if you cool off your feet you will feel much better, always works for me.” She stood back up. “Ahh, much better. Now..” She removed her tank, wiped her face and neck with the shirt and discarded it. “It is very warm in here, you should take those shirts off.” She tugged the edge of his turtleneck out of his pants. “And you really should take off those boots. I wouldn’t want you to become---overheated.” She smiled and slid her hands under his tank.
“Captain?” He raised an eyebrow, but he allowed her to remove both shirts.
“Hummm…” She licked droplets of sweat from his chest. “Chakotay?”
“Captain, I don’t think…” He groaned as she slid her hand across the growing bulge in his pants.
“Humm, that's right, don’t think, Chakotay.” Her mouth slowly moved down toward the fingers now actively working the fasteners on his trousers.
“Cap..” She had worked open his trousers and tugged them down, the feel of her hot breath made him gasp.
“Kathryn.” She reached out her tongue to taste him, running it around the swollen head. “Humm, you really should call me Kathryn.”
“ Cap---athryn--- you should stop this..” He unconsciously pulled the pins from her hair, his fingers running through it, as her lips closed around him. He threw his head back sucking his breath through his clenched teeth.
“Should I stop, Chakotay?” She teased without completely releasing him, the vibration of her voice causing him to shudder.
“Yes—Nooo—Godd.” He groaned thrusting gently against her, fingers tangled tightly in her hair. “Yes.” He moved back to free himself, drawing her to her feet.
Kathryn stepped back tossing her head to move her, now wildly free, tresses from her eyes. She watched his eyes, first holding hers, then dropping as she unclasped her bra and tossed it in the corner. She backed up to the wall, slid her thumbs in the waist band of her pants and slowly slid them over her hips, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
“Your call, Commander.” She leaned against the wall, dressed only in black lace panties and a smile.
Chakotay toed off his boots, letting his clothes drop, he used his foot to push them toward the others, all the while his eyes roamed freely, taking in every line, each curve. He closed the short distance between them in one step, locking his eyes with hers, reading the need in them, as his hands cupped both breasts. Bending he covered her mouth with his, pressing her back into the cool wall, thumbs stroking already erect nipples into tight knots. She arched against his hands, a soft moan escaping into his mouth. Her hands caressed his shoulders, his back, sliding over his hips stroking his rock hard penis, eliciting a deep groan. Releasing her breast, Chakotay grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the wall at her sides. She struggled against this restraint only as long as it took his mouth to close around her taut nipple, gasping she surrendered to the sensation. Slowly, lavishly he suckled one breast, then devoted equal time to the other, before nipping a path down her belly to the bury his nose in the soft moist curls. Kathryn's fingers tangled in his hair, she raised her hips, spreading her legs offering herself to him. His tongue snaked through the auburn curls, teasing, tasting, tracing the moist inner lips to the center of her heat.
“Ooohhh godddd” She was gasping as he lifted her right leg over his shoulder, entering her forcefully with two fingers. “Aaahhh—yeesss” She sucked in her breath pushing back against the wall, forcing herself hard against his mouth, thrusting against his fingers. His mouth clamped down, tongue swirling, sucking hard on the tight bundle of nerves, as her body rocked, arched, suddenly convulsing around his thrusting fingers. “Chakooootaaaayy” Tore from her throat, her head slamming back against the wall as her orgasm ripped through her.
Chakotay lowered her leg from his shoulder, and she dropped to her knees taking his face in her hands, licking her juices from his lips, tracing the out line of his full lower lip before sucking it into her mouth. Pressing his lips apart, her tongue thoroughly explored his mouth as her hands ran over the taut muscles of his shoulders, down his chest, fingers catching, spreading drops of moisture along his hard shaft. Nudging him back to the floor, she crawled over him spreading moist open kisses along his jaw, down his neck and chest, stopping to suckle a nipple before licking a path down his stomach. Kneeling between his legs she bent lapping at the moisture, sucking the salty fluid from the tip, running teasing strokes along the underside, before taking him deep into her throat. He bucked, grasping her head trying to hold her to him, thrusting against her as she sucked him harder and deeper. He groaned in protest, when she released him, moving over him to straddle his hips. Leaning forward to capture his lips, she used one hand to drag him through her wet folds, using his sensitive head to stimulate her own aching nerves, until both were gasping. Chakotay's hands clutched at her hips trying to force her closer. Slowly Kathryn sat up, one hand on his chest to steady herself, the other positioned him as she slid down over his penis taking him in inch by inch, moaning at the sensation as her tight inner muscles stretched to accommodate him. Her movements, at first slow and measured, became faster as he began to thrust up into her, together they moved faster and more urgently. One large hand grasped her hip, the strong thick fingers of the other reaching her clitoris, rotating, building the tension until she threw her head back, crying out. Her body spasmed, her muscles clenched and unclenched gripping and releasing him as he slammed into her, shouting out as he spurted deep inside her.
Leaning forward she rested her head on his chest, catching her breath, as she listened to his heartbeat returned to normal, both remaining still and quiet for a long time.
“Torres to Janeway.” She raised her head and smiled at him as she reached for her jacket.
“Janeway here.” She was still straddling him as she spoke and he chuckled as he watched the captain mask slip into place.
“Captain, we have restored environmental controls, it should be more comfortable soon.”
“Acknowledged, I hope we will be out of here soon.”
“Yes, Captain, how’s ten minutes.”
“Fine B’Elanna, see you then. Janeway out.”
They dressed in silence, he watched in amazement as she deftly replaced the pins, pulling her recently wild hair into an almost perfect bun.
“How do you do that—no brush, no mirror--?” He studied her hair.
“Practice, Commander---most things are better with--practice.” She turned to face the door.
“Interesting.” He took his place beside her, hands clasped behind his back, as the lift resumed its decent.
“Commander?” She turned to him, just before the doors opened, head tilted, crooked smile. “If you’re not busy—I would like you to join me in my quarters, after shift.” She turned as the doors opened and walked out.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He smiled at her back, as B’Elanna came toward them.
“Lieutenant.” She acknowledged her chief engineer and continued into main engineering.
“Captain.” B’Elanna nodded and stepped up to her friend. “Hey Chak—you OK?”
‘Yeah, fine.” He winked at her. “Ya know B’Ella, I think I’m gonna enjoy serving under her.” He chuckled as they followed the Captain into engineering.
The End.
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