Rated NC17
 

Kathryn was held up with a 'minor emergency', nothing too difficult just something she needed to straighten out with Tuvok, so she sent him on ahead to the party.  Chakotay was a bit reluctant to go alone.  Claiming he was the first officer and should handle these things for her didn't work; she wanted to handle this herself and after all, she was the captain.

The party was a small affair, mostly senior staff with a few notable exceptions.  It was the brainchild of, of all people, Tuvok, although he declined to attend himself.  It was logical to him that being only ‘human’ the rest of the senior staff needed to find an enjoyable activity, a relaxing outlet for some of the stress and doing this occasionally as a group was intended to promote harmony in their future working relationships.  They must have been in worse shape than any of them had realized because Tuvok not only suggested this crazy idea but the captain readily agreed to participate in it.

Celes was there, no surprise since she and Harry were dating; Sam Wildman and Joe Carey attended just because they were friends with most of the senior staff.  Held in Tom and B’Elanna’s quarters, the idea was that everyone would be more relaxed in this small circle of friends than with the crew as a whole, and relaxation was something they all were in great need of.  The doctor and Seven seemed to be a pair.  Of course rounding out the group and, not by any stretch of the imagination an accident; were Kathryn and Chakotay, everyone was neatly paired off.  The disappointment was evident when he showed up alone, but after he assured them she was coming, they settled down.

Naturally, it took longer than expected.  Everything seemed to take longer and the Captain was over two hours late and things were well underway before the she arrived.  Kathryn could hear the laughter as soon as she exited the lift.  Not wanting to dampen whatever good time they were having, she entered her override and stepped quietly inside.

She could see Celes and Harry, Sam and Joe and a very disgusted looking doctor, standing in a circle, most of them alternately laughing and gasping.  B’Elanna was doubled over she was laughing so hard.  Tom was spinning something and calling out colors and body parts. The activity they were so amused by was obviously happening in the center of the circle on the floor. She couldn’t hold back the surprised gasp at the scene that greeted her when she finally moved in closer.

On the floor in front of her, bodies tangled together in the most awkward of positions, were her first officer and best friend and her protégé and astrometrics officer.  There was a mat on the floor covered in different colored dots.  Seven was, at the moment, doing a very efficient back bend, her arms straight behind her on different colors, her legs spread wide to the opposite corners of the mat.  Chakotay was positioned between her legs, one arm on a red circle about level with Seven’s left hip the other reaching across and over her right shoulder to rest on a blue spot.  Everyone including the participants froze at the sight of the captain’s startled face and the sound of her gasp.

“Captain!”  Tom choked on his laughter.  “We are playing a game.”

“Yes, I can see that.”  She walked around the two bodies on the floor carefully examining their positions.

“It’s called Twister.”  B’Elanna offered.

“Appropriate.”  The captain bent down to examine Chakotay’s face, which he was struggling to keep from touching Seven’s jutting breasts.

“And are you enjoying this game, Commander?”  She closely examined the half-inch of air between his face and Seven’s breasts.

“I –er—well…” He chuckled.  “I was…”

“Oh, don’t let me stop you.”  She moved to the other side crouching down for a better look.

“Kathryn, are you finished examining this?”  Chakotay struggled to turn in her new direction without making contact with Seven.
 
“I guess.  Why?”

“It’s becoming a little difficult to maintain this position.”

“Oh, stamina problem?”  She nodded her head.  “Maybe I should make a note of that.”

That was all it took.  B’Elanna fell forward laughing, the others not far behind her.   Chakotay collapsed on Seven, who in turn crashed to the deck and in the middle of the uproar the klaxons sounded.

“Janeway to Tuvok.”  The captain was the first to recover, slapping her comm. badge on her way out the door.

“Captain, I’m sorry we disturbed you.  There is a malfunction in the alert system, but no immediate danger.”

“No problem, Tuvok.  I’ll have B’Elanna take care of it.”

“Very well, Captain.  Tuvok out.”

“Relax everyone, just a malfunction.”  The captain halted her senior staff on their way to the lift.

“I’ll just go check on that.”  B’Elanna started for the lift.

“I’ll go with you.”  The captain turned to join her.

“Well, I guess the party’s over.”  Tom shrugged.

“Sorry, Tom.  Next time.”  The captain placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Promise?  Next time you’ll play Twister?”  This would certainly give them all something to look forward to.

“Well…”  She hesitated until she saw the challenge in Chakotay’s face.  “Sure, you’re on.  Next get-together I’ll play.”

“Great!”  Tom couldn’t wait for this one.

The problem wasn’t a complicated one.  B’Elanna had it tracked down in twenty minutes and with the Captain’s help, they finished it up in less than an hour.  Although it wasn’t very late, they knew the others had wrapped up the party so they parted at the lift and headed home.

“Janeway to Chakotay.” Once inside her quarters, she wasted no time paging him.

“Yes, Captain?”  There was still a trace of the chuckle in his voice.

“I was wondering, Chakotay, if you would care to join me for a night cap.”

“You’re not armed are you?”

“Only with a bottle of wine.”

“Then I’ll be right over.  Chakotay out.”

When Chakotay arrived he was wearing the black jeans and reddish shirt he had worn to the party.  She smiled thinking they should have been sick of those colors but she wore black pants herself.

They enjoyed their wine, while she filled him in on the alert malfunction and he waited for her to mention Seven.  She didn’t.  He told her they had decided on Friday night for the next get-together, pending her approval of course.

“My, that doesn’t leave me much time.”

“Time?”

To practice.   I told Tom I would play that game next time.”

“Twister?  Not much to practice.  Just follow orders.”  He laughed.  “You can follow orders can’t you, Kathryn?”

“Yes, but I prefer to give them.  Maybe I could be the spin person?”

“I don’t think that’s what they had in mind.”

“I didn’t really think I could get away with that.”  She refilled their glasses.  “So who do you suppose they want to get me on the floor with?”

“All of us.”

“Oh, very nice.”

“Well, you do start out with more people, but those that fall down or move off the colored spots are out and the rest of you continue till there is only one left.”

"So all I have to do is fall and I'm finished, right?"

"Well, yes that is one way out of it."

"But?"

"But we all know you are much too competitive to throw the game."

“Damn." She couldn't help but acknowledge the truth of that.  "So who did you start with?”

“Well, Seven, of course.”

“Of course.”

“And B’Elanna, Celes and Sam.”

“And you didn’t notice you were being set up?”

“Well, sure but it was such a nice set up…” He laughed at her arched brows.  “I mean they were having so much fun.”

“They were?”

“OK, so I had a little fun too.”

“You are incorrigible.”

“Just having a little fun.  You will enjoy playing with the ‘boys’ too.  Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I suppose, but I still think I could use some practice.”  She put the glass on the table.  “Help me practice.”  She stood up waiting for him to join her.

“Kathryn?”  He stood a little uncertainly, but let her led him into the center of the room. “We don’t have a spinner.”

“I’ll just make up the moves.”

“All right, but we don’t have a mat.”

“A little creativity here, Chakotay.”  She turned to stand face to face with him.  “OK, left hand on red.”  She placed her hand on his chest and waited for him.  Finally he put his left hand on her hair.  “See that wasn’t so hard.  Right hand on black.”  Chakotay carefully placed his right hand on her hip; she smacked her palm on his butt.  “Left hand on commbadge.”

“Commbadge isn’t a color, Kathryn.”

“Creativity, Chakotay.  Let’s see a little imagination.”  She slid her left had across his chest to cover his commbadge; Chakotay carefully placed his fingertip on her badge.  “Hips to black”

“Hands and feet only, Kathryn.”  His protest came too late, she had already pressed their hips together.

“I didn’t hear you complain about Seven’s breasts in your face earlier.”  She cocked her head to one side and dared him to answer.

“It wasn’t deliberate.  Well probably not on Seven’s part anyway.”  He knew when he was beaten, he let his hand relax on the commbadge; she smiled.  “You are wicked.”

“Tongue on white.”  She slipped her tongue past his open lips and traced along his teeth.

 “Kathryn, don’t push me.”  He warned with a smile.

“Oh, stamina problem again?”

“I’ll show you stamina and imagination.”  He ground their hips together, then dropped his head reaching his tongue through the open neck of her blouse to trace the valley between her milky white breasts.  “Next call?”

“Lips on Pink.”  She pressed her lips to his, feeling his response on her mouth as well as the growing hardness against her belly.

 Without moving his palm off her commbadge, his fingers stretched out and pulled open her blouse, tugging her bra down until one breast sprang free.

“Lips on pink.”  He repeated as he bent to take the dusky pink nipple between his lips.

“Now, that’s creative.”  She arched back forcing her breast into his mouth; her hands automatically reaching into his hair.

“You lose.”  He mumbled, his teeth gently maintaining his hold on her breast.  “You took your hands off the spots.”

“Told you I need practice.”  She moaned as his lips worked their way up her throat to capture her mouth.

“The blouse.”  His words vibrated against her lips, his hands worked the offending garment off her shoulders.

“OK.”  She struggled to help him, without breaking contact.  “Why?”

“You took your hands off the spots—penalty.”  He sucked gently on her neck.  “My rules.”

“You moved, too.  It’s a draw.”  She pulled his shirt lose and opened the fasteners on his pants, sliding both hands inside to cradle him.
 
Chakotay kissed her slowly, exploring her mouth as she did his, their tongues dueling. He nibbled her lower lip; she swallowed his gasps as strong fingers caressed the satin smooth skin sliding it over the rigid steel hardness of his arousal.  Kathryn yanked his trousers down, licking her lips as she watched him spring free.  Chakotay kicked off his shoes, discarded the slacks and pulled the shirt over his head, his heart racing as he watched the intensity with which she studied his naked body.

Kathryn moved closer, her hands caressing the golden skin, spreading moist kisses across his chest.  "No matter how often I see you, you take my breath away."   The warm rush of her words made him shiver.  Chakotay's hands skimmed the soft flesh of her shoulders, reaching down her back to dip beneath the waistband of her slacks, pulling her closer as her mouth suckled a taut nipple, her hands gliding over his hips kneaded the tight dimpled cheeks.

Moist lips kissed him, her tongue darted out to tease him, stopping to toy with his navel as she slipped lower to bury her face in his wiry pubic hair. Her hands slowly caressed their way down his legs, parting his legs as they worked their way up his well-muscled thighs and down the length of him.   Chakotay moaned as he watched her tongue slowly reach out to taste him, lapping at the escaping fluid, swirling, running down the underside, gently sucking in the tightening sacks, groaning his hips rocked.

“Kathryn.”  He pleaded as her tongue and lips moved everywhere, touching, sucking, caressing, feverishly working him into a frenzy.  His muscles tensed, teeth clenched as she encased him in the velvety moistness of her mouth.  He reached down to stop her; the exquisite torture inflicted by lips, tongue and teeth all working in unison driving him gasping to the brink.  “Please, Kathryn.”  He drew her up to him, kissing her as he pushed her backwards toward the bedroom.

Gasping as he released her, Kathryn landed hard on the bed.  She watched as he ripped off her remaining clothing, spreading her wide, kneeling as he tossed her legs over his shoulders.  The knot in her belly tightened, her breath quickened watching him; he was staring at her glistening lips like a starving man.  He lowered his head; she cried out, as his mouth made contact, his tongue lapping her juices, lips closing around her tight nerves forcing her to buck up against him.

“Ohh god, Chakotay, please.”  She was clutching trying to reach him.  “Noow.”  Only able to reach the top of his head she pulled at his hair.

Chakotay ran his tongue the full length of her slowly, deliberately, watching her writhe before he moved to join her on the bed.  Kathryn scurried back from the edge, spreading her arms and legs wide to welcome him, as he buried himself deep with-in her.

Their breath mixed with their moans as he tried unsuccessfully to establish a rhythm, instead he pushed into her frantically, thrusting faster, harder.  Unable to match him she wrapped her legs around him, riding it out as they panted their growing need in each other’s face, her nails scoring his back, her muscles clenching like a fist around him, crying out as she convulsed beneath him.  Her name ripped from deep in his throat, his hips jerking erratically as her spasms forced him to over his full weight collapsing on her.
 
Locked together they lay still and silent, catching their breath, listening for their pounding hearts to return to normal, until she stirred and he moved off of her.

"I don’t think that was in the rules Tom read us.”  He rolled to his side facing her.

“I should hope not!”  She raised on her elbow, resting her head on her hand.  “The position I found you in was compromising enough.”

"I never even touched her."  He fondled Kathryn's breast, bending to kiss the darkened nipple as it tightened in response.

“See to it you never do.”

“Yes Ma’am!”  He pulled her close, cradling her against his chest as they drifted off to sleep.

The days passed without mention of the party.  Even Tom didn’t push his luck until Friday.  It was quiet on the bridge and shift was almost over, so he took a chance.
 

“So, Captain,  you ready for tonight’s game?”  Tom turned to face the command team.  Chakotay was grinning like the Cheshire cat and he could have sworn he saw the captain blush.

“Quite, Mr. Paris.”  She raised one eyebrow that dared him to comment; the Commander chuckled and Tom, not being a stupid man, turned back to his workstation.

The End