Title: Proving A Point
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: He was smirking down at her.
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: Sex, Language.
Prompt Number for fic101: 96 - Bed
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Billy Joel. For Char, who wanted someone to say "I love to *&%& an angry woman." Almost a sequel to 'Nothing Else.' Thanks to xfairy1013 for the help. *hug*
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 08/02/07

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She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

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Chakotay held her legs, pulling her body to him as her ass rested on the edge of the bed as he stood between her spread thighs.

'Easy access' he'd told her when she'd raised an eyebrow at the position.

It wasn't bad though - actually, it was doing some pretty damn impressive things to her insides - so Kathryn didn't complain. The pull on her thigh muscles only added to the pleasure and she hummed in satisfaction despite the scowl still etched into her features from her bad day. It really had been a horrid day and she was still seething despite the tendrils of desire firmly wrapping themselves around her mind.

"I love to fuck an angry woman."

He was smirking down at her.

Smirking.

At her.

After the day that she'd had with the (second draft) engineering report of doom, the aching back - those damn boots - the quibbling crewmembers and the aliens that kept trying to shoot them, he was smirking at her.

It wasn't enough that he'd been supportive and non-judgemental the last time she'd had a bad day. It wasn't enough that he'd only spoken at the appropriate moment - usually when she was thinking what a wonderful man he was and, for that fact alone, she wouldn't knee him in the groin - and it wasn't enough that he'd sat with her on the sofa, his arms around her as he'd listened to her list of people that need to be shot. (He'd been at the top of that list but she wasn't going to quibble over semantics about that now.)

No, none of that was enough because now that she'd had another one of those days, he had the audacity to smirk at her.

Oh, he needed to die.

"Had a lot of experience, have you?" Kathryn thought that her death glare may have been more effective if she weren't pushing her hips into his, trying to pull him deeper into her body.

Chakotay continued to smirk at her. "Be nice, Kathryn, or you don't get any."

Where was her quiet, spiritual First Officer? Where was the man that rubbed her feet and told her that she was pretty when she was plagued with cramps and felt like she was bigger than Voyager? Where was the man that had built her a god damned bath tub and rubbed her neck? Where was her calm and rational lover that balanced out her sometimes-erratic moods?

Not here, apparently.

"You wouldn't."

"Be nice," He repeated. "We both know that you wanted this more than I did."

It was true.

She had been waiting when he got off shift and very matter-of-factly told him that she'd like to hold him down and rape him when he'd finished getting out of his uniform. He had calmly stripped his clothes off, calmly removed hers and then thrown her onto the bed.

And he - ass that he was - knew exactly what week of the month it was and, thus, he knew that she was prepared to screw anything that moved.

It wasn't her fault that even in the 24th century, women were still horny as hell the week before their period. It wasn't her fault that modern medicine, in all its glory, still couldn't counter-act the mood swings. It wasn't her fault that he was smart enough to do the math and know which week he was going to get really lucky in and which seven days he was destined to spend skating on thin ice between being used as a human tissue and being turned into a eunuch via her nail file.

She snorted - gracefully, of course - and rolled her eyes and her hips at the same time. It took talent, but she managed it. "You're not stupid enough to leave me like this."

"Want to test that theory?" He pulled out of her and took a step back from the edge of her bed.

This, in turn, meant that her legs dropped without his support and, for a moment, Kathryn thought that she was going to fall off the bed and land on her ass. Which would have ruined the double-strength death glare that she was sending his way.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Testing the theory." He shrugged and certain parts of him jiggled as well.

It really should look stupid - he was standing there, naked and erect, her own fluids coating his cock - and all she could think was that he had better get back to what he was good at or be prepared to get up close and personal with Mrs Nail File.

Chakotay crossed his arms over his chest and continued with the smirking, apparently unconcerned with the fact that; One - he had a naked and extremely willing woman on the bed and Two - he appeared to be just as aroused as she was.

"You're crazy."

"Perhaps." He shrugged again. "But you're the horny one."

Kathryn rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah and you're so not interested."

"I have two hands and a good imagination. Baby, I don't need you."

"I don't exactly need you either, you know." The fact that she was lying with her legs spread invitingly may have contradicted her words.

And if her hips pushed forward a bit more to entice him to take another step forward, well, Kathryn thought that it was purely coincidence.

He waved a hand. "Go for your life, then."

Well.

Fine.

She'd never actually masturbated in front of him - or anyone else, for that matter - before and if she hadn't been so intent on proving her point, Kathryn would have cringed at the thought.

But, damnit, she had her pride.

She may have been prepared to fuck a lamp post if it looked good enough, she may have been willing to shamelessly beg for him to just push into her and into a deliciously wicked orgasm - though she hadn't quite reached the point of being willing to ask him for it yet - and she may have been happy to threaten to go and screw someone else, but she still had her pride.

And she was going to show him that.

With her right forearm resting in the crease between her hip and thigh, she used her middle finger to move against her clit in slow, consistent circles.

Her left hand moved to her breasts but that wasn't doing anything for her right now and she moved it down her stomach. With a reasonably small amount of manoeuvring, she had two fingers thrust inside of her slick folds while the movements against her clit sped up.

Chakotay looked like his eyes were about to pop out and his head was about to explode.

Ha! She thought smugly. Didn't see that one coming, did you, tree boy?

Her smugness lasted all of forty seconds, whereupon she realized that she couldn't get herself off.

There had been times over the previous three years where she'd been unsuccessful in the art of self pleasure. Sometimes she was too aroused and it just wouldn't happen. Sometimes the mind was willing but the body wasn't interested. Once, she'd actually managed to fall asleep before she reached the finish line - and waking up with a vibrator next to her, occasionally letting out an errant 'buzz' as the charge died wasn't quite the same as waking beside a man - but right now, she was very willing, very in favour of the big O coming - no pun intended - to visit her and in no danger of falling asleep, but it just wasn't going to happen.

Chakotay didn't need to know that, though.

Pushing her hips into her own hand, Kathryn could feel the sticky wetness that coated her, leaking onto her thighs. The smell of her own sex filled her nose and the sound of her own desperate pants filled her ears. Whimpers and cries filled the air and the sheets absorbed the sweat that seeped out of her.

Come on, body! Just behave this once!

No amount of mental coaxing was going to get her there and she hated herself for it, but if he didn't move - assuming he wasn't part-way through a heart attack - then she was going to slide off the bed, onto her knees, and suck him until he agreed to do anything she wanted.

Which, right now, didn't extend to anymore than thrusting into her until she passed out, blissfully sated.

Come on, come on.

Nope. It was just one of those times when it wasn't going to happen.

It was at this point where she would normally sigh in frustration and roll over to go to sleep, angrily feeling her crotch tingle and knowing that nothing she did would satisfy the mental desires and, even if she managed it, rubbing herself raw for a weak orgasm wasn't worth the trouble.

She was tempted to get out her vibrator and use that, but her thighs were trembling and she didn't have the energy to try and stand.

Asking Chakotay to pass her the neglected object might ruin the effect, she thought.

But she could imagine the look on his face if she asked.

She could see it in her mind, his dark look, hard features, deep voice telling her to get herself off while he watched. Maybe he'd move his hand to his own erection, too aroused at the sight.

Oh, now that was a nice thought.

Her stomach muscles clenched - and she may have actually stopped breathing for a moment - and Kathryn's formerly controlled and measures circles against her clit flew out the air lock as her finger moved with reckless abandon.

It was going to happen, she could feel it.

The tight muscles of her stomach, the fear of breathing in case she ruined it, the delicious stab of pleasure in her clit, the movement of her hands. She knew it was going to happen.

"Stop."

And then he ruined it by speaking.

Oh yes, he needed to die.

"Stop." Chakotay repeated, his voice more forceful, before morphing into something that she could only describe as awe. "I didn't expect you to... I mean..."

"It's your own fault." She huffed.

Her body had moved away from its previous precipice and she felt unfulfilled and angry.

It was never going to be a good combination for him.

"I know." Chakotay blew out a long breath. "That was possibly the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

He looked like he wanted to devour her from asshole to breakfast time.

She shivered.

But she wasn't letting him off that easy.

Gently removing her hands, she watched his eyes darken - and was it even possible to see the head of his cock throb with desire? - when her hands trailed up her body, leaving lines of her own moisture in their wake, gleaming against her pale flesh in the low light. "You had your chance to fuck me." She told him idly.

"You were angry."

And the silly, silly man thought that she wasn't now? Idiot. "I recall."

"I was proving a point."

Kathryn raised an eyebrow. "So was I."

He took a step forward again and their lower bodies made contact. "Even?"

It sucked that he could make her forgive him so easily.

But it sucked in a really good way.

"Even." She acknowledged it with a nod of her head which turned into a gasp as he thrust fully inside of her again.

Chakotay didn't hold her legs again so she wrapped them around his hips, her heels digging into the top of his ass as she pushed against him and whimpered out her appreciation.

Thanks to her own ministrations, he didn't really have to do all that much to send her flying over the edge of her previously out of reach precipice.

In all of four thrusts she was crying - screaming, whimpering, sobbing, she didn't know - and locking her legs around him while her body shuddered, her stomach ached from the tension and all of the air left her lungs in one quick rush.

Her legs turned to jelly and then he did have to hold them as he pushed into her, looking for his own release as she lay in the bliss of hers.

Apparently her little show had done a number on him as well, because a few short thrusts after she thought that she would die, he was coming too, her name being pulled from him in one long moan.

He collapsed on the bed next to her - he was still, even after six months, convinced that she would break underneath his weight - and pulled her close to him.

For a man, he really liked to snuggle after sex.

"I get it now." He said quietly, still panting.

"What?"

"Why people like make up sex so much."

She got that too, but... "We didn't actually fight, though."

"If we didn't fight and we just did that, then I'm not sure I could survive real make-up sex." He admitted.

"Me either."

But, damnit, now she wanted to try.

She had her pride to think of, after all.

Oh well, there was always next month.

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End