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Title: Explorations
Author: Venom_69
Category: romance, smut
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Rating: NC-17
Archive:
anywhere.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them.
Author’s
notes: I went through agony to type this, I hope it lives up to your expectations, Dani. Thanks to Gem for the beta.
Feedback:
Please.
Dedication: As always, for LEW. For Dani, who asked for smut and had to wait two parts for it.
Date: 24-4-2004
Copyright © to Venom, 2003
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Before you could even open your mouth to form a coherent reply, you feel
the transporter grip you once more, and suddenly you’ve appeared in his quarters. You really wish people would stop
transporting you at their whim, it’s getting annoying.
At the very least, Chakotay was transported with you,
so he can cover himself, though he appears in no hurry to do so.
You move to the viewpoint, staring out at the stars
as they rush by you at a dizzying speed, intent on giving him enough privacy to put something on before you really do jump
him.
“You never answered my question.” The statement is nothing but a murmur and you can feel him directly
behind you, his body heat warming your back through the flimsy fabric that the Doctor dressed you in.
“It doesn’t
matter.” You whisper in return, unable to make your voice work at a normal pitch.
Hands that are not your own
move to your shoulders, gently caressing the tense muscles. “I think it does.”
You sigh, your head falling
back to rest on he shoulder of the man behind you. His shoulders are broad, and comfortable, but you hadn’t allowed
yourself to notice before. You do now. Maybe the Doctor injected you with something that lowers your inhibitions, because
you sure as hell wouldn’t normally let him touch you like this, and you would never touch him.
It’s not
safe, no matter how good it feels.
His hands work their way from your shoulders, slowly down your arms until they
entwine with your own, tugging slightly to turn you around to face him. “Hi.” He grins at you, and you find yourself
grinning back at him.
“Hi yourself.”
Thoughts of Starfleet, Mark, Protocol, the Crew flash through
your mind, but you ignore them all. Starfleet, who is thousands of light-years from you, Mark who has probably moved on, Protocol,
rules and regulations that can’t rule or regulate he heart and the Crew, who have been trying to get you two together
from day one.
When it comes down to it, all of your arguments against a relationship are null and void.
His
lips move closer to yours, until they brush against your mouth in the faintest of kisses, enticing and arousing. You part
your suddenly dry lips and release one of his hands to pull him closer to you, your fingers dancing through the hairs at the
nape of your neck.
“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He’s panting slightly as he pulls back,
his voice breathless.
Yours is equally breathless. “I’ve been sure since I saw you on the Holodeck.”
The
grin that spreads across his face sends a shiver through you and you press your scantly clad body flush against his. You can
help the small moan that escapes your lips, and he apparently like the sound. You can feel him start to grow and swell deliciously
against your lower belly, and you’re surprised that it’s taken this long to happen.
“Maquis trick.”
He replies, answering your unspoken question, and you smile. He always did know what you were thinking.
“What
other tricks did they teach you?” You ask playfully.
He stares at you, serious for a moment. “I’ll
show you.” He whispers, and suddenly you find yourself crushed against him, unable to tell where you end and he begins.
His mouth is hot on yours, his body a warm and welcome weight as he presses you against the window, starts flying
past your eyes like they fly past your ship.
One of you, your not sure who, maneuvers your entwined bodies towards
his bed, and you think this is much nicer than the elaborate setup the Doctor offered you. Not that the holodeck program wasn’t
nice, but it was too surreal, and nothing like you had ever imagined your first time with him to be like. Now this…..this
is how you pictured it.
Hands skim the side of your body, travelling from your cheek to your ankle and leaving a trail
of flushed skin in their wake. As they slide back up, the fabric of the nightgown goes with it, and it’s only now that
you notice that your bra and underwear are still with your uniform. Where ever that may be.
You don’t actually
care at the moment, and you suspect that he doesn’t either.
After only a few seconds, the black lace and silk
are bunched up just under your neck, and he pulls your upper body to him, one arm supporting you while the other strips you
of the garment. His loving gaze slips from your eyes to trail down your body, memorizing every curve you have. His fingers
follow the path of his eyes, committing your touch to memory.
Your hands are not idle either. One is stroking his
hair, your fingers running through the darks strands like they’ve itched to so many times before, while your other hand
is tracing the lines of his muscles, learning their touch as your eyes have learnt their sight.
Neither of you are
in any hurry to accelerate things. Tonight is no longer about the release that you craved, it’s about the exploration
of each other’s minds, bodies and spirits.
His hands skim the length of your body once more, this time moving
upwards on the inside of your legs until he reaches the damp apex of your thighs. “Your beautiful.” It’s
the only thing you hear before the sound of your strangled moan fills the air as his fingers part your curls and begin the
exploration with your insides.
You can feel how close you are- and you push his hand away, pulling him towards you
with some interesting maneuvers.
He stares at you intently, you know what he’s asking, and you’re touched
that he has the self-control to stop and consider any regrets you may have. You have none.
Wrapping your fingers around
his length, you guide him towards you, your knees going up to cradle him between your thighs. You pull him towards your entrance,
urging the welcome penetration.
You feel him slip slowly inside of you, exquisite agony surging through your body.
It’s been too long since you were this connected to a man, and the one entering you isn’t just any man.
A
whimper forms in the back of your throat, and you can’t help but let it escape your mouth as he comes to be fully sheathed
inside of you. “God….”
He smiles down at you, love shining from his eyes that is reflected in yours.
Neither of you are going to last long, both too stimulated for slow this time. Next time, you silently promise yourself and
him. His thrusts begin as short strokes, building the climax in both of you, and it only take a few moments for both of you
to loose the rhythm as release nears.
You’ve never been one to scream, it’s just not in you. But you will
freely admit that as your first officer thrust into you again, you screamed when your climax gripped you, and you feel him
come inside of you in response to your own powerful release.
There is a fine sheet of sweat covering the both of you,
and your bodies are sticky. There’s a wet patch forming on the bed beneath you, but you aren’t worried.
“Bath.”
He tells you finally.
“Sleep.” You counter.
“Bath!”
You will not admit to pouting.
“I thought I was the one who gave the orders around here?”
“Not anymore.” He grins at you.
His
grin is infectious and you laugh. “There goes my command structure!”
Your words are lost in a squeal as
he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, filling the tub before gently laying you down. He pulls two towels from your
closet to rest on the side of your bathtub, before slipping into the water to pull you against him.
It’s perfection.
***
sappy ending, i know.
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