Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek Voyager and all its characters.
Written: 01/01
Rated: NC-17!
 
 

"Gods, how many eggs are in here, Chakotay?"

Captain Kathryn Janeway and Commander Chakotay entered Cargo bay two and stopped in front
of a large table. Little buckets filled with paint in different colours stood on it, and on the floor
surrounding the table were many palettes holding little white eggs.

"Almost 300, I think. Neelix told me each Crewmember should get two."

"Remind me to deny him access to Earth's database next time!"

"Kathryn?"

Janeway sighed and Chakotay looked a little bit puzzled.

"You allowed him to celebrate this, what is it called, Easter?"

"I know."

"And you agreed to celebrate it the traditional way, with eggs and bunnies, you even volunteered to
paint the eggs with me. So what's wrong?"

"I had no idea that we'd have to paint so many..."

Janeway sighed again and looked sheepishly at him.

"It's only because this is our first day off together for a long time now, Chakotay, and I wanted to
be alone with you."

"We are alone."

"But not the way I imagined it."

Chakotay smiled and bent down to kiss her softly on the tip of her nose.

"Then I suggest we'd better hurry."

"Agreed!"

"I think everything is here."

Chakotay put the first palette with eggs on the table.

"Neelix boiled them all last night, replicated the paint, brushes and an apron each for you
and me."

Neither really liked the aprons, but they helped each other to put them on anyway, grateful to
have an opportunity to touch the other longer than necessary. Finally they sat down behind
the table. Janeway opened the buckets and took a brush.

"Hmm..."

Janeway gave him a questioning look.

"Don't ask me! You are the one with the artistic talent here, Kathryn."

"You're right,... okay, let's try some colourful lines, blots and dots."
 

Three hours later Janeway sighed again, put down her brush and propped
up her head on one hand.

"It's getting boring now and we are only half way through. I need a break."

"You do, Kathryn. I'll go on."

"Do you want a coffee too?"

"No, thanks."

She got up to get a cup of coffee from the replicator, then sat down again. While she
was enjoying her coffee, she watched him intensely as he ran the brush over the eggs.
When he caught her looking at him their eyes locked. Then he moistened the tip of his
index finger with his tongue and reached it out to her cheek. He gently wiped away
some paint.

"You painted yourself..."

His touch burnt like fire on her skin and she struggled not to close her eyes at the sensations.
With their eyes still locked, she got up again, walked over to him and sat down, straddling
his lap. She bent down and kissed him passionately. When they separated Chakotay saw a
sparkle in her eyes, which meant no good.

"Computer! Engage security lock. Authorization Janeway alpha 4!"

"Kathryn, we aren't finished here."

"Who cares?"

She took the brush he was still holding, looked at it and rolled it between her fingers.
The sparkle in her eyes increased more and more.

"Take off this silly apron and your shirt!"

"Kathryn...?"

"Do it!"

Chakotay slowly removed the apron, pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
She then pushed him into the backrest of the chair. One hand ran over his bare chest, the other
took the brush and dipped it into the bucket with red paint.

"You are my next egg now!"

With the brush she drew a thin line down his throat and he took a sharp intake of breath when he
felt the cold paint on his skin. She smiled with satisfaction when she felt down at her abdomen that
this had caused a growing erection on him.

She dipped the brush into the blue paint now and circled slowly round his nipples with it. He groaned
and closed his eyes, but opened them again immediately when he heard her put the brush down on
the table. Her hand reached out to the bucket with yellow paint and this time she dipped her fingers
into it. She hadn't touched him yet, but he was already shaking . Her paint covered fingers touched
his chest and nipples and he groaned again, louder this time. When he felt the yellow paint trickle
down to his belly he couldn't stand it any longer and pulled her down to kiss her deep and hard.
His hands eagerly tugged at her apron and shirt as he freed her from them. It was his turn now to
take the brush and repeat the sweet torment on her.

She trembled with desire and breathed hard when he painted her belly button red. When she put her
arms on his shoulders, he ran the brush down her forearms and they both watched the goose bumps
raise there. He reached around, opened the fastener of her bra and slipped it off. Janeway knew what
was coming next and closed her eyes in anticipation. Waves of arousal shot through her when she felt
the brush caressing and circling around her painful erect nipples. Finally he dipped his fingers into the
green paint and covered her breasts with it. Gasping now she kissed him again and pressed herself
more and more into his throbbing erection.

"I need you so much, right now, Chakotay..."

Her hand glided down to open her and his pants. He helped her, but she had to get up for a moment.
Boxers and panties followed and then she straddled him again, eyes locked. Chakotay grabbed her
hips and pulled her closer. Both moaned when he slowly entered her. She wrapped her arms around
his neck, closing the last distance.

"Gods, ...I longed for this the whole day... Please thrust hard and fast this time..., I need that, Chakotay."

Wordlessly he lifted her up on the edge of the table and pushed  her gently down on her back
between all the buckets. With his hand he ran over her breasts again, caressing them frantically.
She let out a cry when he started to thrust and wrapped her legs around his waist. As she had
requested it, he thrust hard and increased the pace with each stroke. Tossing and turning her
head on the table she drifted away into an ocean of overwhelming sensations. Suddenly he grabbed
her legs and lifted them up to put her heels on his shoulders. That allowed him to penetrate her even
deeper and intensify the friction on her inner walls.

She immediately reached her climax, screaming out all her ecstasy. Her body jerked violently and
her hands involuntarily searched for something solid to hold on to, but found nothing. Her movements
knocked down lots of buckets and they crashed on the floor. The paint splashed all over the remaining
palettes of eggs. Chakotay had joined her in her release and laid now with his head between her breasts
and listened to her rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing. Many minutes passed until they calmed down
a bit and noticed what had happened.

The floor was in a mess, but all the eggs were covered in colourful paint.

"Didn't you say we aren't finished here, Chakotay?... I think we are!"

They looked at each other and burst into laughter.
 

The End