newlaw2.jpg

Say you, Say me
Home | FoD | NCIS | CSI | Voyager | Stargate | Funnies | Atlantis | Other Stuff

ADULT

Title: Say you, Say me
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: "You know why I'm here."
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: Sex, language.
Prompt Number for [info]fic101: 72 - Believe
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Cher. Written for my girl B’Elanna. *smooch* Enjoy, sweets, and I believe you promised PRH love… *g*
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 06/04/07

***

We’re gonna love one another till morning comes
Seek the sweet salvation for what we’ve done
We’ll give up resisting one by one
One by one…

***

Kathryn wasn't feeling anything resembling surprise when, after only an hour of solitude, Chakotay returned.

He stood on the other side of the force field, watching her with dark eyes that weren't quite his own.

"You know why I'm here." He told her.

That was the thing - she did know.

Maybe ignorance would have served her better. Maybe ignorance would have been her salvation. Maybe ignorance would have left her with a little piece of her soul when he was through with her.

Kathryn didn't know.

What she did know, however, was that the heated look in his eyes told her everything that she didn't want to hear him say.

At least, not like this.

Though they hadn't been alone when he'd taken her arm in the corridor and ushered her back into the brig, she had seen the look in his eyes then. She had felt the heat from his body. She had felt the hand on the small of her back - and it would have been too easy to believe that he was escorting her as opposed to mutinying and locking her up - as he'd led her to her cell.

Worse than all of that, though, was the reaction she had felt in her own body at his purely male aggressiveness.

She remembered their first meeting well. The memory of the heat that had passed between them in those first few seconds, the blatant desire, had stayed with her throughout the entire time he'd served as her XO.

Kathryn knew that her initial attraction to him had been clichéd.

He was tall, dark, handsome, and willing and able to throw her to the ground and fuck her until she screamed. He didn't, of course, but she'd seen the thought flutter across his face when her small hand had connected with his solid chest.

Beyond that, he had probably seen the same thoughts passing across her face, too.

Though her attraction had been based on nothing more than looks at that stage, it had developed steadily over the years, in tandem to the development of their friendship.

He was, if nothing else, her best friend and she would trust him with her life.

Which just made it that much harder to look at him now and know where his thoughts were taking him and what he planned to do.

She stood facing him, their bodies separated by the force field and, perhaps, an inch of air either side of that.

"I know." There was no sense denying it.

"So you'll make this easy?"

"No."

Kathryn wanted him with every fiber of her being - she always had - and she loved him more than she had ever thought possible - though that had wavered at times - but there was no way she was going to lay back, spread her legs, and let him rape her in the brig.

"Fighting will only make it worse."

She knew that too, but there was a part of her that whispered teasing words of how she might be able to reach him before he got so far that he would hate himself. "You don't want to do this."

He looked her up and down, much more blatant than ever before, and Kathryn couldn't help but flush under his intense gaze. "Actually, I'm pretty confident that I do."

"Chakotay, I'm ordering you to-"

His laugh stopped her mid-sentence. "Ordering, Kathryn? Look around, sweetheart, you're not in control of me or this Ship any more. I wont be your lapdog, but you might enjoy being a kept woman."

Kept woman...? Her eyebrows hit her hairline. "I-"

"Lower the force field."

The guard did as instructed and the force field shimmered away.

Taking a step forward, their bodies barely touching, Chakotay looked down at her. "You'll enjoy this."

And that was part of the problem - she didn't doubt that she would enjoy it and she was going to do everything that she could to stop it before he had conformation of that.

Not that he appeared to need and/or want it.

"You'll hate yourself for this later."

"Hate myself for what? For finally taking what I want?" He shrugged. "I doubt it."

"You don't believe in violence against women. You don't believe that violence is the answer at all."

"And you clearly don't know me as well as you thought."

It frightened her that he might have been right on that one. "What has Teero done to you?"

"I already answered that." His hands made contact with her hips and he pulled her forward, closing the remaining distance between them. "So stop stalling."

Time for the big guns, then. "I always thought you loved me."

"That's the most pathetic thing," He rolled his eyes. "I did."

Past-tense? "Did?"

"Feelings die when you don't get anything in return."

She didn't believe that for a second.

Just yesterday he had brought her dinner in her Ready Room, gently scolding her for forgetting to eat again, before he'd sat down and helped her polish off the last of her reports.

It mightn't have been chocolates and flowers, but it was the kind of love that she was used to from him.

His thumbs were stroking across her hipbones and Kathryn hated that she could feel the heat even through her uniform. Eyes locked, he set about stripping her of her uniform.

She stiffened, but she didn't fight him.

If he physically injured her in any way, then Chakotay would hate himself when he was back to normal and Kathryn wasn't prepared to deal with that.

When her uniform was in a pile at her feet, he nodded. "You'd look good in leather."

“That will never happen.”

He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just keep you naked, then.”

The pad of his forefinger brushed over her nipple, hard from the cold room. "What you're doing is wrong. You don't want to do this."

"Let's not repeat ourselves, Kathryn."

Chakotay turned her until her naked back was against him, the leather of his new 'uniform' tickling at her skin. Arms winding around her - conveniently pinning her upper arms - one large hand went straight for her breast while the other went south.

He pressed himself against her and she could feel his erection through his pants.

His fingers danced along the inside of her thighs, tracing a patter that may have meant something to him but just made her skin pimple into goose bumps. He inched closer and closer to her damp flesh with every stroke and, when his hand met the apex of her thighs, Kathryn couldn't help but shudder.

She tried to push the feelings away and, for the most part, she was successful.

Kathryn knew that there was a hand between her legs, stroking her and trying to draw her into the spell of arousal, but her mind was elsewhere as she thought of anything and everything but the man behind her.

"You're wet." His voice against her ear startled her, the vibrations as much as the words. "So much for your protests, huh?"

"I don't want this." She hissed back.

His thumb flicked over her clit and she jumped a little. He used her distraction to nudge her thighs wider apart with his leg.

"You say no," His finger moved from her clit to the tender tissue at her opening and he pushing inside gently. "But your body sings a very different tune."

"I don't care what you think my body is saying, I-" He added another finger, pumping them in and out of her increasing moisture easily, "oh!"

She could feel his grin against her ear. "Good girl."

"No... you can't-"

"I can, honey, and I am." He added a third finger, stretching her, pulling at her internal muscles, chipping away at the loose grip she held of her sanity, to prove his point.

God, she didn't want him like this.

But his scent surrounded her and his arms were warm against her and her breathing was labored and she could feel his desire against the small of her back and she didn't put up a fight when he withdrew from her body - though she may or may not have whimpered at the loss - and pushed her forward, bending her and lowering the zip of his pants.

Automatically, Kathryn laid her palms flat against the bulkhead, keeping herself upright, her spine slightly curved.

The head of his cock teased through the moisture, nudging at her clit until she gasped, still trying to push away the desire that flowed through her veins.

He held her hip with one and his cock with the other, and did his best to make her lose her mind.

Damn him.

It didn't matter that she hadn't given permission. It didn't matter that there was a security guard not ten feet from them, more than likely listening intently, though his back was turned. It didn't matter that Teero was the one controlling his actions.

None of it mattered because, in one slick movement, he was inside of her and she was never going to be able to push that from her mind.

He groaned loudly, his forehead thumping against her shoulder blade. "God, you're so tight."

That was hardly surprising, she hadn't been with a man in years and, though she was wet, it wasn’t enough to stop the gasp of pain that escaped her lips.

Chakotay held still, letting her internal muscles flutter around him in protest to the unfamiliar intrusion. He held her hip with one hand and the other snaked around to her front, stroking her clit.

After a long moment, he began to move, thrusting into her in long strokes as his thumb and forefinger continued to manipulate her clit until she was gasping with every breath.

The hand on her hip squeezed once. “Good girl.”

Dimly, Kathryn realized that she was thrusting herself back against him, panting, encouraging him to impale her.

A dark and dangerous mutineer fucking the prim and proper captive against the wall.

The thought hit her without warning, and Kathryn felt the reaction in every nerve ending in her body.

It seemed that, while her mind was quietly rebelling, her clit was doing something akin to a happy dance as she pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust, letting her body do her thinking for once.

"Oh, God... no, no, no..." She was going to come, it was going to be loud, it was going to be good, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Warmth spread through her, centering at the point where their bodies were joined.

Blood screamed through her body, her pulse quickened in time with her racing heartbeat and any coherent thoughts that she had were gone in a rush of emotion and pleasure.

Darkness claimed her.

***

When she opened her eyes, and the familiar surroundings came into view, it was easy for her to believe that nothing was different.

She was waking after too little sleep, her body screaming in protest as she forced it back into the land of the living and prepared to face a too long day.

Her Quarters were barely lit and she would fall out of bed and stumble to the replicator in the dark, hoarsely order herself a coffee, before wandering through to the bathroom, the warm cup clutched between her hands.

After a quick sonic shower - no time for a water one as she will have overslept - she would scull the cooling coffee that sat on her vanity, before she pulled her uniform on and either met Chakotay for a breakfast meeting or went straight to her Ready Room for another coffee, which she would drink while going over the latest stack of reports or sensor data from the nightshift.

She would skip lunch - it was more honest forgetfulness than anything else - and someone - Chakotay - would have to remind her when shift was over.

If someone - he - reminded her in time, she would go to the mess hall and have dinner, before exhaustedly wandering back to her Quarters. She would try to do some more work, but she'd fall asleep on the sofa and it would only be the chime on her door or her stiff muscles screaming in protest that would wake her.

Eventually, she'd stumble into bed and fall into a deep slumber, before she would wake the following morning to do it all again.

Just another day as Captain of Voyager.

As long as she kept her eyes closed and didn't try to move, she knew that she could cling to the illusion for just a few seconds more.

She could imagine that her next move would be to fall out of bed and move to the replicator. She could imagine that he wasn't sitting in the chair by her bed, watching her.

Kathryn had woken several minutes ago, to the sound of him talking in mildly hushed tones via the comm. system. He had been instructing someone - Ayala, she had guessed - to not let anyone or anything interrupt him until he was finished.

Finished.

She wasn't delusional enough to pretend that she didn't know what he wanted to 'finish.'

Though what did it matter if anyone interrupted or not? He’d already fucked her to oblivion - quite literally - with a security guard in the room.

"Are you giving up the pretense of being asleep yet?"

His voice was still soft and gentle, as it always had been, but there was an undertone, an anger, that she hadn't heard in almost years.

Sighing, Kathryn opened her eyes and focused her attention on the ceiling.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

Though she hadn't meant to, her body hadn’t been able to fight off his stimulation and she’d passed out before he’d come. She didn't know if he had beamed or carried her to her Quarters, but she'd woken naked on her own bed.

It could have been normal, save for the ties that bound her hands together.

Turning her head, Kathryn met his eyes and knew that nothing had changed. Teero was still firmly in control of him and, in turn, he was still in control of Voyager. And her.

The situation would suck if her body wasn’t still humming in pleasure.

“Sleep well?”

She didn’t bother to respond, there seemed to be little point.

Chakotay moved to stand at the foot of the bed, his eyes traveling up her naked body. “Ready for round two?”

Though she hadn’t actually be conscious for it, Kathryn could feel the stickiness between her legs that told her exactly who had won the first round. Automatically, she pressed her thighs closer together, hiding the mess that she knew would be there.

He grasped her ankles, fingers running over her Achilles tendon. “Open them.”

She glared at him.

“If you don’t, I will, and I can guarantee that it will hurt more if I do it.”

Kathryn knew that, if she refused and he did have to do it, he could easily do her legs a lot of damage. More than that, she was determined to come out of this whole thing physically unharmed.

She would not give Chakotay any more to feel guilty about than he already had. Or would have, just as soon as he was back to being the man that loved her and would rather die than hurt her.

Swallowing roughly, Kathryn spread her legs willingly, letting his hands guide her to separate them as he so wished.

The cool air hit the apex of her thighs and she tensed.

Though it seemed like a ridiculous thought to have, she couldn’t help but wonder what he though as his eyes ran over her centre. If she’d known - if she’d been willing, even - that someone was going to be looking at her like he was, she would have made a bit more of an effort in trimming back her curls.

Snorting quietly at the absurdity of the thought, she flinched in surprise when Chakotay moved, settling himself between her spread thighs.

“I like you like this.” He told her, using his fingers to expose more of her. “I like that you’re still wet from me.”

His breath blew across the damp flesh and Kathryn shuddered.

Tentatively, almost reverently, his tongue darted out, flicking her clit. “I like the way you taste.”

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“Look at you pushing your hips forward.”

Dimly, she realized that she actually was trying to push her crotch that centimeter further.

“Can’t pretend you don’t want this, can you?” His tongue flicked at her clit again and she felt more than heard his sigh. “You really do taste good.”

To prove his words - or maybe simply because he could - he pressed his mouth against her.

Lips, teeth and tongue all set to work, sucking, biting, licking. He licked her from cunt to clit and seemed intent on finding every single sweet spot she had. Though it didn’t really matter what he did; her body took every action as one more push towards orgasm.

With his nose nudging at her clit, his slid his tongue inside of her, tickling her opening as she bit her lip to stop a moan escaping.

Kathryn was relatively certain that she should hate herself for enjoying this, hate herself from pushing her hips against him, hate her nipples for getting hard, hate her body for sending another rush of moisture towards his tongue, but it was virtually impossible not to buck up against his very talented mouth.

At the end of the day, regardless of Teero, he was still the man that she loved and having him do this to her was enough to send her spiraling over the edge of insanity.

Hell, even just the thought of him doing this had gotten her off more times than Kathryn was ever prepared to admit.

The familiar knot of tension was sitting low in her belly, making her muscles clench in sweet anticipation. Her bedroom smelled of sex, of her, and the familiar scent only seemed to add to the pleasure.

Though she had never liked the colloquialism ‘eat her out’, she understood where that came from as he worked at her tender flesh. Every part of his mouth was sucking and licking and pushing and pulling and oh god help me.

Chakotay was talking, saying something that she probably didn’t want to know - But, Lord help her, she could imagine - and the vibrations from his words shuddered against her wetness.

It was enough.

A loud pounding in her head, pulsating to the rhythm of her racing heart, was her only warning as the knot dissolved in a rush of warmth. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her lower body and she couldn’t stop the cry that escaped her lips.

He didn’t move from her flesh, licking and sucking and keeping her in a bubble of bliss until she couldn’t handle any more and another nudge at her clit made her yelp in almost-pain and he pulled away with a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh.

Breathing heavily, Kathryn sagged against the bed, her body sated and sleepy.

When Chakotay rose off the bed, she could see the large tent in his pants and the satisfied, but hungry, glint in his eye and she knew that she was in for a rough fuck.

Kathryn didn’t move as his eyes ran over her flushed body. She lay compliantly sated and decided that she didn’t have the energy to care what he was seeing; he’d already seen it all anyway.

Chakotay took a good, long, look at her before he nodded. “I’ll come back later.”

She frowned in confusion.

His eyes held promise and his pants held what she knew would have been the mother of all the erections.

He’d come back later?

Part of her almost wanted to ask him to fuck her. Or let her suck him off. Something. Anything. Her orgasm had been nothing short of amazing, but she needed him.

Kathryn kept her mouth shut. Firmly.

“You’ll be safe, here.” He told her. “No one will come here except me.”

Kathryn nodded dreamily, the words registering, but her mind was already fluttering away and she unconsciously yawned.

Though she was almost asleep, she was still coherent enough to think it odd that he kissed her forehead before he left.

***

She sighed when she heard the doors to her Quarters open.

Soft footsteps could be heard and Kathryn kept her eyes closed and her breathing even, listening to his progress as he entered her bedroom.

It was only when she felt something touch her skin that she opened her eyes.

Looking down, she eyed the blanket he’d placed over her, covering her nudity. She pulled her bound hands out from under it. “Come back for round three?”

Chakotay kept his head down and his voice low. “Actually, I thought you might like your ship back.”

“You’re you again?”

“Tuvok mind melded with me and reversed the process.” Carefully, he undid the ties that held her wrists together and took a step back, his eyes not meeting hers. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

She watched him turn and walk away, a frown on her face.

Holding the blanket to her chest, Kathryn pulled her body into a sitting position, various muscles letting their protests known. She could see a clean uniform waiting for her, folded, left on the chair.

She wondered if Chakotay had done that before or after Tuvok had mind melded with him.

Telling herself that it didn’t matter, she slid off the bed and set about getting dressed, ready to reclaim her ship.

***

Kathryn rang the chime again.

Now that all of the other crew was back to normal - or, at least, the thing that passed as normal around here - they were going to have to deal with the fallout of the mutiny.

It was more than just what Chakotay had done.

Other crewmembers had turned against their friends - hell, their family - and there was going to be a lot of hard feelings and resentment. Kathryn didn’t have any doubts that they would be able to move past the distrust that the mutiny had caused, she just didn’t know how long that was going to take.

On the brighter side, Voyager had suffered no damaged and they were back on their way within just a few hours of the mutiny’s end. The Doctor had examined the effected crewmembers and declared them all none the worse for wear.

Kathryn knew that she should have gone to see the Doctor herself, if only for a muscle relaxant to help with the burn she could feel, but she had no desire to explain what had happened and even less desire to hear someone else’s thoughts on it.

Squaring her shoulders, she punched in her override code and entered the dark Quarters, her eyes squinting to adjust to the dramatic change from Voyager’s brightly lit halls to his living room, bathed in starlight and nothing else.

She tried to find him in the darkness, but there were little flashes of color dancing before her eyes and she could focus on anything. “Chakotay?”

“Go away.”

Well, that was a great start.

Focusing her ears, she tried to pinpoint where, exactly, he was in the room, but she couldn’t pick it. “Where are you?”

“Kathryn, go away.”

“No.”

“Kathryn…”

Her name was a warning. “No.

“I raped you.” His voice was quiet and it carried over the darkness.

“No,” She shook her head and wondered if he could see it. “You took what you wanted.”

Kathryn still couldn’t see him and she didn’t hear him move. It was only when she felt the heat against her back and the mouth against her ear that she even knew he was behind her.

“And that makes it OK, does it?”

She shivered and leant back, bringing their bodies completely into contact. “I think it might.”

Neither of them were saying what they, probably, should have - “I’m sorry, I love you, I want you, I need you, I’m yours, take me.” - but Kathryn thought that it was more appropriate this way.

Most of their relationship had been about what they didn’t say.

Chakotay seemed to know and recognize that, too, because she could feel the tension leave his body.

“It’s a power thing, right?” His hands moved to her hips. “You have to spend your days in control, so you want to spend your nights…”

“Helpless at the mercy of a tall, dark and handsome Indian?” She offered.

“Whatever floats your boat, sweetheart.”

Kathryn moved her hips, enough to rock against the arousal she could feel pressing into her. Unconsciously, her thighs spread wider in slight invitation.

“Apparently, this does.”

She flushed. “Do you remember everything that happened when you were under Teero’s control?”

Kathryn hadn’t thought to ask the Doctor and he hadn’t offered. Everyone had done things that they would regret and no one seemed inclined to bring it up.

Good old denial.

“I remember you coming while I fucked you in the brig.” He told her, hands creeping from her hips to rest on her stomach. “And I remember you coming under my mouth.”

She whimpered, arousal and desire starting to swirl through her, settling low in her belly.

“I remember thinking that I’d check on the Bridge and then come back and make you come again.” He nipped at her earlobe, one hand working its way slowly into her pants. “I remember the look on your face when I told you I was leaving. You were disappointed.”

“Yes,” She couldn’t do anything but agree and mentally will his hand to slip under the last piece of fabric that kept him from the wet heat between her thighs.

The hand on her stomach pulled her tighter against him. “You want something, Kathryn?”

“I…”

“Is there a reason that you’re moving your hips like that?”

“You…”

“Say it.”

Distantly, she thought that he probably needed conformation to soothe his conscience. There was probably some part of him that didn’t quite believe her reassurance.

Either way, it was hot as hell.

His fingers inched under the fabric and stopped at the indent that separated her belly and her mound. He was so close to where she wanted him to be, but he didn’t move.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

Her skin was flushed red and her mouth opened and closed a few times, but she couldn’t force anything more coherent than a moan out. Despite everything they’d done already, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“Kathryn.” He tickled her skin with the side of his thumb, stroking back and forth.

With the hand not already down her pants, he pulled her uniform top up and raked his short nails across her upper belly, dancing teasingly close to the underside of her breasts.

It was incredibly unfair that he could arouse her so much while not actually touching any of her ‘sensitive spots.’

Unfair in the really good way, though.

His hand slipped further down until he was cupping her but not actually touching her and Kathryn rocked against his hand, desperate for him to just curl one finger up and make her scream.

“Come on, honey, say it.”

“I want you.”

He kissed her neck, just above her rank pips. “Good girl.”

“Now.” She added.

“Aren’t you getting adventurous with your vocabulary?”

Kathryn suspected that she should have been offended or indignant by that, but he finally - finally! - curled his middle finger up, just enough to tease her through the moisture.

“Are you always this wet?”

She sucked in a sharp breath and felt him smile against her neck. “No.”

“Good.”

And his finger moved to her clit in reward, stroking in smooth, easy circles, spreading her moisture.

Her legs weren’t holding her up quite as well as she was used to, and the hand on her stomach quickly became as much for support as it was for arousal.

“Just so you know,” he told her casually, his finger never loosing momentum against her. “If you come in my arms like this, I wont let you go.”

Kathryn’s head fell back against his shoulder and she shook it against him. “No, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He rubbed harder. “What do you want, Kathryn?”

Her orgasm hit her and she shuddered against his hand, relying on him to hold her upright as she gasped loudly, forcing her answer back through gritted teeth. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never.” Chakotay held her through her tremors, his own breathing labored as he sucked in the scent of her.

Several long moments after her brain had melted out of her ear, Kathryn sagged against him. “God.”

“You’re beautiful.”

She snorted, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m sure.”

“You are.” He insisted, hand moving from between her thighs to hold her to him more securely. “I thought that before, too.”

Kathryn forced her body to turn in his arms, facing him. She looked up at him through sated eyes and her mouth curled into a smile. “You wanted me to say something.”

“I did.” Chakotay nodded, his hands moving to the small of her back.

He pressed their lower bodies together and rocked against her. She hummed in pleasure and was surprised at herself. Three orgasms in one day and she still wanted more.

No, she wanted him and she’d give him what he wanted to get it.

She’d known what he wanted - needed - to hear, but she hadn’t been able to say it at the time.

Now, however…

“Fuck me.”

And he did.

***

End

Feedback? venom_the_shipper@yahoo.com.au