Title: Cravings

Author: Ky

Rating: VERY adult.

Pairing: J/C

Author’s Notes: Written for the lovely Marie after she was disappointed with something and requested a pick-me-up in the form of this. Hope you like it, love.

Standard disclaimer applies. Song credit belongs to Michael Bolton, though I suspect he didn’t intend it to be like this…

Date: May 2007

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I need to reach the very deepest part of you

Can I touch you… there?

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Kathryn hated oral sex. Hated it. Not so much the receiving of it - she has some pretty fond memories - but the giving? She wasn’t a fan. It was too much. There was too much danger and uncertainty in it for her. She needed to trust the man, needed to know that he wasn’t going to fuck her mouth, come down her throat, and think of her as a whore.

Mark had never pressured her and that was probably the reason that she had stayed with him for so long. Justin had wanted it frequently, but she'd only given in a few times. She had loved both men; she'd just never been able to force herself to be comfortable enough for that on anything resembling a regular basis. It's just... too much.

Despite all of that, she had a craving.

If asked - though, really, who is going to ask her about this? - she planned to blame ovulation. She would blame ovulation and being on the wrong side of thirty five, and she would come up with any other kind of female excuse that she could think of. Men, even in that day and age, got squeamish with any mention of female problems and she was going to use that to her full advantage.

The whole thing made no sense to her, really. She hated giving oral sex, she knew that she hated giving oral sex and, yet, all she wanted to do was fall to her knees and open her mouth in invitation. It was slutty, whoreish, completely unlike her, dirty, wrong and immoral... it was also a thought that has gotten her off three times in as many days.

She sighed.

Pushing the food around her tray, she eyed the ear of corn and sighed again. The corn had far too many phallic images associated with it. She was about three seconds away from testing out her deep-throat reflexes on the yellow vegetable when Chakotay caught her attention.

"Why the face?"

She shrugged. "Long day."

"It's only lunchtime, Kathryn."

He had a point, damnit.

She looked around the mess hall and even the sight of various crewmembers enjoying a hot, peaceful, lunch didn’t cheer her up. When she turned her attention back to the man across from her, she tried to formulate a reply, but nothing intelligent came out of her mouth. She shrugged again. "I'll be fine. Don’t you have a meeting?"

"Yes. I need to check on Seven's long-range scans." He told her. "Call if you need anything."

Chakotay stood and suddenly she was at eye level with his crotch and not quite sure that she could restrain herself. She managed to mutter something akin to goodbye but it came out as more of a squeak. He squeezed her shoulder in a show of comfort and support and Kathryn was truly tempted to ask him to lower his fly.

When she was alone again, she eyed the corn once more.

She knew that it was pathetic to even be considering it, but she couldn’t stop the mental image. Would the melted butter on the corn look anything like semen as it dripped from the corner of her mouth, mixed with her saliva? What would the lunching crew do if they saw their captain giving head to an inanimate object?

Sighing in frustration, she dropped the fork and pushed her chair back.

She had to get a hold of her thoughts - not to mention her daydreams and fantasies - and she has to start acting like the professional captain that she was.

***

She was so screwed.

And it wasn’t the good kind of screwed.

It wasn’t not even in the same quadrant as the good kind of screwed. At least, not yet. She was going to go to Hell for this and they were going to make her tend the bar to atone for her slutty-ness and they wee going to make her do it in four-inch spiked heels to boot.

At least she might get laid then, she mused dejectedly.

Chakotay, for his part, managed to look stunned and mildly horrified all in one tall, dark and handsome package. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

He thought he heard her wrong. He thought he was distracted by the PADD that was in his hand - which had cluttered to the floor around the time she uttered the fourth word - and he didn't hear her right. He had no idea. "I want to suck your-"

"Kathryn!"

"Do I need to say please?"

He appeared to actually consider it. "Who are you and what have you done with Captain Janeway?"

She sighed. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

And she really hadn't.

After the corn thoughts in the mess hall, Kathryn had wandered back to her Quarters and indulged in a midday bath. She'd been lying happily in the hot water, with bubbles covering what little virtue she appeared to have left when, without warning, the thought had popped into her mind.

And it hadn't ‘popped’, so much as invaded her mind.

She had been able to see, with startling clarity, the look on Chakotay’s face. She'd seen herself on her knees, his cock in her mouth as she looked up at him. A drop of pre-come had been at the corner of her stretched lips, so much more erotic than the butter she had imagined earlier. His hands had been clenched into fists at his side and he'd been so close to coming...

Before she'd really had time to do anything more than rip the towel from her head and throw her uniform on, Kathryn had found herself standing in front of him, offering to suck him off. And he appeared to be refusing. Idiot.

"Is there another interpretation of what you said?"

Well, when he put it like that... "No."

"And this is a random desire?"

Kathryn wondered if he'd be this argumentative if he knew that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her Starfleet pants and jacket. Possibly not.

She knew that she could defend her position until she was blue in the face and he'd still not accept her words for the offer that they were. It was pointless and she didn't have time for pointless; she had a craving to quench.

Moving forward, she placed her hands on his kneecaps, pushed his knees apart and dropped to hers.

Chakotay opened his mouth to say something but she had lowered his fly and pulled his cock through the gap before he could speak.

Something akin to a sigh of contentment left Kathryn in a rush as she held his hard flesh in her small hand, her breath fluttering across the weeping head. She studied the golden skin that covered his erection and grinned to herself. Though she didn’t flick her eyes up to look, she could imagine that Chakotay’s mouth was hanging open in shock. It wasn’t lost on her that he was big enough to fight her off but he didn’t appear to have the ability to move.

Her grin widened at the thought and she bent forward to blow a gently concentrated stream of air across the tip.

Pressing his thighs further apart so she could settle her body closer to his, Kathryn’s tongue flicked out quickly, catching the drop that glistened enticingly. She savoured the sticky fluid, rolling it around her mouth, before she swallowed the heady taste and went back for more.

For all of the protests that may or may not have fluttered through his mind, Chakotay seemed to move past that fairly quickly and his hands moved to cup her cheeks. She sucked in a sharp breath and plunged her mouth down around him, swallowing as much of him as she could, right up to the point where the wiry black hair at the base of his shaft tickled her nose and the head of his weeping cock was lodged firmly in her throat.

“Jesus!” He hissed.

Kathryn responded, if only because she knew the vibrations would do some interesting things to him.

“Holy mother of…”

She hummed, half from her own enjoyment and half from the rush of pleasure she felt at the strained tone in his voice.

Chakotay was the calm one, the one she could look to in a crisis and know that, while the Bridge Crew were running around like headless chickens, he would be assessing the situation rationally, while his tactical mind formulated a plan.

Now, though? She didn’t trust him to remember his own name.

The thought made her giggle - and that made him hiss a garbled version of her name - and Kathryn formed her mouth into a perfect ‘o’ before she pulled almost all the way off his flesh, until just the pulsating head sat on her tongue. She flicked her eyes up quickly to see him watching her before she drew a deep breath and sucked him from tip to base again.

Her mouth didn’t pause this time and she moved her head rhythmically, up and down, up and down, sucking him in and drinking in the taste and the moisture that tickled the back of her throat. When she moved up, her tongue swiped across the head. When she moved down and sucked all of him into the wet heat of her mouth, she gulped in the earthy scent of him and hummed her pleasure at finally being able to do this to him.

“Kath-I-AH!”

She could hear the desperation in his voice as he fought for control. It was her only warning, but it was enough for her to back off until the head rested against her tongue again.

The hot, salty, taste of his come flooded her mouth, filling her senses and she groaned as she swallowed the taste. It was him and now it was settling in her belly. She flicked her mouth over the head once more, catching any errant drops, before she lay her head on his thigh and nuzzled her face in the delicious scent of him as his cock softened against her cheek.

Several long minutes passed before he spoke. “Kathryn?”

His voice was slightly weaker than normal and she felt a rush of pride - and desire - with the knowledge that she was responsible for that. “Yes?”

Chakotay pulled her from her knees, moving her body to straddle his hips, flaccid cock still glistening from her saliva between them. He grinned and she couldn’t consider it anything but evil. “My turn.”

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