Title: Untying Knots
Author: Daya
Rating: NC-17
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Spoiler: none
Authors notes & Disclaimer: This has no plot. So shoot me. But read it first. *g*
All characters property of Paramount: I am merely playing with TPTB's toys 'cause they don't know how to appreciate them.
Janeway stood in the turbolift. She had just finished her shift, and was on her way back to
her quarters. She had had a rough day, having been swamped with reports from all the
department heads, and she was so tense that she felt like her shoulders were being forced
through a metal crusher.
The lift stopped at deck six, and the doors hissed open. Commander Chakotay entered,
and gave her a small smile in greeting. He was wearing the off-duty fatigues
that suited him so well.
'Good evening, Captain,' he said, the smile still there.
'Hello, Chakotay.'
The fatigue in her voice must have shown through, as the smile vanished immediately.
'Is there something wrong, Captain?'
'No, I'm just ... tired.'
'Ah. Well, I can see your knots from here.'
'Excuse me?'
'I said that I can see your knots from here. In your shoulders.'
'Oh.' She could not think of anything to say to that.
A second later, he was there next to her, and she could smell the grassy smell that always
seemed to come from him.
Then his hands were on her, massaging her shoulders. She was surprised to say the least,
but it felt so good ...
She closed her eyes, and just let him take over, while he moved his hands up and down her
back. She tilted her head back, and let the feelings wash over her ... Her eyes flew open
as Chakotay's hands came up to her neck, stroking the front, working his way down the
line of her white throat. She allowed him to continue, until she remembered where they
were. The turbolift. What would happen if somebody saw her - them - like this, Chakotay
with his hands all over her? She pulled away from him, and he looked at her.
'What is it?'
'Just ... What if somebody sees us?'
'You're right, as usual. Let's go to your quarters, and I'll continue. I can feel that your
muscles are completely tense.'
She smiled at him.
'Thank you, Chakotay.'
They finally reached deck 3, and they got out of the turbolift. Chakotay went first, and
Janeway lingered for a moment. She smelled the air inside the lift ... Oh God. It actually
smelled of aroused Janeway. She got out hurriedly, hoping that by the time someone else
got in, the ventilation system would have done its job.
Chakotay was waiting outside her quarters, and she went to the door and tapped in the
door code. The doors hissed open, and they went in. They went into the inner room, and
Janeway turned to him.
'Why don't you change into something more comfortable,' he said before the silence became awkward.
She nodded and went to the bathroom.
While she was there, Chakotay looked around the room. Her taste was simple, like his.
She had a few pictures around the room, but nothing elaborate. He could not see the
picture of Mark anywhere, either.
Kathryn came out of the bathroom, wearing her dressing gown. Her curves were
accentuated by the clinging fabric, and Chakotay was transfixed.
'I thought that if I fall asleep, I shouldn't have to sleep in my clothes. Your massages are so relaxing ...'
'I understand.'
He gestured to the bed.
'Lie down on the bed ...'
'Why, Commander!'
He sighed.
'You know that's not what I meant. Now lie down before I have to pin you down.'
Kathryn began to laugh. Chakotay suddenly realized what he had just said, and reddened.
'It's alright, Chakotay, I know what you meant,' and she lay down on her stomach.
Chakotay took off his boots, and sat down next to her. He started with her lower back,
circling the tensed muscles with his fingers. He worked the knots until they loosened, and
finally relaxed.
'Mmm ... Oh, that feels good,' she murmured. His hands felt so good on her ...
He moved up to her shoulders, and used the whole of his hands to knead the muscles
there. She was in ecstasy, his touch provoking responses in her that she had not
experienced from anothers hands in so long.
Chakotay sincerely hoped that Kathryn would not stop him now. He loved to feel her so
much, seeing how she responded to his touch, seeing the reactions that he started in her.
He moved up to her neck, gently loosening the muscles. God, her body was so beautiful ...
He could not help himself. He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck very softly.
He did it again, a little lower down, again very softly. Kathryn stirred, and turned over
onto her back. She looked into his eyes. Chakotay was afraid that she would send him
away ... She half sat up, and pulled his face to her. She turned his face so that she could
whisper in his ear.
'Thank you, Commander.'
The sound of her low, husky voice was enough to drive him insane. He swallowed, trying
to work up the composure to say something. As it was, he didn't really need to. Kathryn
leaned forward, and kissed him. Her warm lips tasted sweet under his, and he returned it
with growing passion. She threw her arm around his neck, drawing his body to hers,
pressing him close to her slim form. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Chakotay with her,
and kissed him still more deeply. He brought his hand up to play with her hair, the other
running over her body, caressing her all over. She moaned into his mouth, and her hands
tightened on his back. She stroked his neck lightly, eliciting a long sigh from him. His
hand found her breast, and he cupped it gently. Kathryn arched her back to feel his hand
still more, and he released her mouth long enough to bring his other hand to her breast as
well. She moaned again, and he watched her face, enjoying the expression of bliss that
somehow softened her features. It was him. He was doing this to her. He was bringing
her this pleasure. She brought his face close to hers, eager to please him as much as he
was her. She kissed him on the mouth for a moment, before moving on to his neck. She
kissed her way down the line of his throat, feeling the quickening of his breathing as she
did so. She smiled, and moved her hands to the fastenings of his shirt. She took it off
with Chakotay's help, and he untied her dressing gown. He drew a quick breath in
surprise. There was nothing underneath it. He took it off, and gazed at her exquisite body.
Her skin was like ivory, creamy in the dark of the room. She was perfect, her breasts full,
her curves rounded and beautiful. He leaned down and gently kissed her. She kissed him
back, and then started to undo the fastenings of his trousers. He helped her to get them
off, throwing them to the floor. She looked at his body, her eyes running over his muscles,
drinking in the tanned skin. She looked at his face and ran one finger over his forehead,
his nose, the little cleft in his chin, the beautifully sculpted lips ...
He scooped her up and pressed her to him, loving the feel of skin against skin. Kathryn
ran her hands down his back, enjoying the feel of him. She leaned over his shoulder,
kissing whatever she could reach of him with little closed - mouth kisses. She turned her
head so that her face was buried in his neck, and bit him very lightly wherever she could.
Chakotay bent his head, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She stiffened, the
sensation overwhelming to her. He wondered at her sensitivity, and he flicked his tongue
lightly over it.
'Ohhhh ... oh ... oh, God ...'
Her rich, throaty voice almost sent him over the edge. He could wait no longer; he had to
make her come He laid her gently on the bed, and kissed his way down her body. Her
entire body went taut when he took the other nipple into his mouth, in ecstasy over the
sensation. He went further down, finally reaching her womanhood, already wet with
arousal. He stroked her with one finger, eliciting a sigh from Kathryn. He bent forward
and slowly, deliberately ran his tongue over her. She jerked, the feeling almost
overwhelming. She was so close ... Chakotay flicked his tongue over her clit, and then
thrust deep inside her. She cried out, her inner muscles contracting, and she arched on the
bed in her climax.
The taste of her was still in his mouth, spicy and delicious on his tongue. Kathryn was still
breathing hard, and she lay there for a moment until she quieted. Then she sat up on the
bed, looking at Chakotay with wide eyes. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Her eyes
were intense with desire, and she shifted so that she could reach Chakotay. She turned
him onto his front, and sat on his back. She started to massage his back, like he had
her, feeling the smoothness of his skin under her hands. He sighed, and she moved further up.
She bent down and kissed down his back, still rubbing his neck with her hands, and her
long hair brushed his skin lightly. He shivered at the sensations, and she smiled as she
went on kissing him.
'I can feel your smile, Kathryn,' he said, his voice rasping with longing. 'And it's beautiful.'
The smile turned into a soft laugh. She licked the sensitive spot that she had found
on his neck very gently, causing him to tremble. Then he shifted uncomfortably, and she realized
that this was not the ideal position for him to be in, especially in his condition. She got off
his back, and turned him gently over onto his back. He looked up at her with those
remarkable dark eyes, and she felt a fierce longing swell in her. She slowly moved lower
down, stopping at places to delicately bite him, or kiss him, to arouse him further.
She was driving him insane; he wanted to catch her and turn her over then and there, but he was powerless
before her tender assault on him.
She had reached her intended destination, and proceeded to please him further. She took
his now erect manhood into her hands, stroking it rhythmically. Chakotay involuntarily
thrust harder into her hands, wanting more of her exquisite touch. She took her hands off him,
and he moaned in frustration. A moment later, however, he was moaning for a different reason.
He almost came from the sensation ...
Kathryn took him into her mouth. He jerked at the feeling of being in that hot, wet place.
She played her tongue over the head, and then took him in fully. She slowly slid upwards, until only the head
remained in her mouth, and then plunged down quickly to take him in again. All the while she watched him
and became more and more aroused from the sight of him. She almost came seeing his face,
his eyes shut, a look of utter bliss there, and listening to the sound of him moaning.
He was close, she could tell. She stopped, and hearing him groan again in frustration, kissed him on the mouth.
Then she drew back, and held herself above him, poised to take him into her. She stayed there
for a moment, teasing him until her need and his forced her. She lowered herself onto him slowly,
feeling the exquisite sensation of him filling her to the hilt. When he was inside her completely, she relaxed,
and then began to move, sliding him in and out, as he ran his hands over her body, cupping her breasts,
caressing her stomach ... Chakotay was entranced, the feelings overwhelming him. It was wonderful,
being in her tight, wet, intense heat. He looked at her, seeing her expression of extreme concentration
as she focused on all her senses. Her back was arched, and her head thrown back, exposing her white throat.
Her breasts stood out, milky in the starlight, and her stomach was flat, tense with the exertion. He almost climaxed
from the sight alone. He watched her, and saw the strain. He stopped her, holding her down. She lifted her head forward,
and looked at him askance. He pulled her towards him, remaining inside her, so that her upper body
was pressed against his. He kissed her, and turned over so that he lay on her, taking some of his weight
on his knees, and her legs were locked around his waist. He kissed her again, and began to thrust inside her.
She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to take over. He thrust rhythmically, becoming gradually faster,
gradually pushing deeper and deeper inside. Her hands were caressing his back and his neck, and he was stroking
her face, looking down into her eyes. Suddenly, she gasped, and she tightened her hands on his back.
He realized that she was close.
Kathryn watched as the feelings played over his face. She was close, and so was he.
Suddenly, his face darkened, and the rhythm became jerky, irregular. He was breathing hard now,
and she knew that she was no different. Her breath came in gasps as he thrust into her with short hard thrusts.
She breathed faster and faster, gasping and throbbing from the sensations ...
'Oh god ... oh ... oh ... Chakotay ...' she gasped out.
The brink ...
'Oh ... oh ... Ah!'
She tensed and then thrashed as the wave of orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles contracting,
everything blocked out except the feeling of utter ecstasy as she came hard, crying out, pressing Chakotay to her
in a frenzy of passion ...
Chakotay watched as her breathing increased, watching her come to the edge. He was almost there ...he was ...
He saw her jerk in the first throes of climax. Her muscles tightened once around him ...
'Ah ... Ahh! Kathryn!'
He shouted as he came, jerking his hips, thrusting ever more deeply into her.
He exploded deep inside her, eyes shut and face contorted with joy. He thrashed again, seeing Kathryn do the same.
He collapsed in exhaustion atop her, still bearing his weight, and she put her arms around his neck. She kissed him,
and they stayed like that for time, before he pulled out and rolled off her.
They lay there, spent, arms around each other, in quiet bliss.
The End...or is it?
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