Attacks And Counterattacks

She cursed the things in her quarters, for they refused to get broken. Oh, how she longed to hear the sound of something breaking. But no - everything had to be designed to resist her attacks!

"How could he?" she muttered under her breath. Kathryn would have preferred to ask him herself, but Chakotay was smart - he was avoiding her for the time being.

She felt humiliated, angry, and like laughing all at once. Even to her, the funny aspect of his actions was undeniable. Still, Kathryn thought she would kill him if he happened to be anywhere near her.

She was aware of a blush spreading across her cheeks and neck as she remembered the scene on the bridge . . .

*

The bridge crew, minus Tuvok, was bored out of their minds. There was nothing for them to do. Nothing to scan. Nothing to explore. Nothing at all. It was the most uneventful day they had in ages! Even Tom, usually telling jokes at such times, had run out of them.

"Anything for a little distraction," Tom whispered more to himself than anyone else. He was the person least busy. Who needed a pilot when the ship was heading for the AQ at a steady course without interruptions?

"Did you say something, Ensign?" Kathryn asked as she entered the bridge, Chakotay in tow. They had spent the last thirty minutes in her ready room, and they had been suspiciously quiet.

Out of reflex, Tom turned around, facing his captain. He was about to answer, but a stain on her uniform caught his attention, and he arched his eyebrow. Without thinking, as it often happened where he was concerned, Tom asked what he had better only thought. "At least two of us got some kind of action."

Kathryn changed colors like a cameloen then, first paling then blushing, but it was Chakotay whom she would have killed if she had gotten a chance to do so, because he replied for her.

"And what action it was," he said, smirking. "I think I might have pulled a muscle or two. It was worth it, though."

*

'That bastard,' Kathryn thought angrily. All of her efforts to explain that the stain on her uniform was her coffee had been useless. Her crew had been too bored to accept that simple an explanation. They had prefered to believe Voyager's XO. 'Those smutty-minded worms!'

She had retreated to her quarters then, but unfortunately, rumors travelled faster than warp nine on her ship. Along the way to her cabin, Kathryn had met a lot of smirking crewmembers.

'Gods, I'd give anything to throttle Chakotay!' But even while she was thinking this, a new idea formed in her mind. What if she paid him back? If she did it right, he would think twice before he humiliated her in front of her crew again. The question was, what was she going to do?

*

'She's smiling too often,' Chakotay thought when his gaze once more fell upon Kathryn. He had thought her to be angry or unfriendly, as he had arrived on the bridge that morning. She had been none of these, though. Instead she had acted like nothing had happened. 'Not good,' he silently concluded. 'I'm in for a major pay back.'

*

As it turned out, Chakotay would be right in the end, although he was definitely not prepared for what she had in mind. All day long, he had been pondering as to what he should expect from her, underestimating her wicked side, however.

So, Chakotay had just entered his quarters and let out a relieved sigh, thinking he had weathered it, as he felt the beginning of a transport. He had just enough time to open his eyes in shock, before he disappeared in a blue shimmer.

His clothing stayed in his quarters.

*

Deck three. Crew's quarters. End of Alpha shift.

"Shit!" Chakotay swore. "Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I to do?! Think, Old Man, think!"

While he was thinking - hard - he also couldn't believe that Kathryn had actually done this. Oh, she definitely was in for his revenge that much was sure. But now Chakotay needed to get out of there - as soon as possible - before some crewmember ran into his or her naked commanding officer. Chakotay chose not to think about the consequences should that happen anyway.

He hurried along the corridor, looking for a dark corner or something else to hide in - a hopeless task, given the level of illumination. The shock kept Chakotay from thinking clearly, though, or else he would have ordered the computer to beam him back right away. When he remembered that, however, had had already planned the perfect revenge for his crazy lover, and then he disappeared again, grinning madly.

Chakotay giggled uncontrollably as he was back in his quarters, getting started on his revenge at once.

*

Deck three. Crew's quarters. The other end of the corridor.

From behind a corner Kathryn watched the corridor, looking forward to see how Chakotay would cope with her revenge. She barely repressed her laughter as she imagined his running along the corridor . . . naked.

'Serves him right for embarrassing me in front of my crew,' she thought while eagerly awaiting his arrival. 'Why does it take him so long?' she wondered. 'He should have been here by now.'

Suddenly, her uniform began to disappear, and she heard Chakotay's laughter.

"Shit!" she swore, hoping against all odds that she would get out of this mess without being seen. Kathryn almost began to panic when she heard voices near her. What was she supposed to do now? She was naked for God's sake!

"I'm gonna kill him!" she muttered under her breath. "I'm truly gonna kill him!"

Kathryn repeated these words like a mantra, trying to get away from these voices as quickly as humanly possible. Then the tingling sensation of a transporter beam made itself felt, and scant seconds later Kathryn found herself inside her quarters - still naked.

Facing the window, she breathed deeply, trying hard to calm down. It didn't help matters, though. She was incredibly angry; the ability to think clearly had left her.

"If I get my hands on him," Kathryn swore, "He'll regret that he was born in the first place!!"

"You're welcome to try," Chakotay replied from behind her back. He had beamed himself to her quarters at the exact time he had beamed Kathryn there. Now, he was enjoying quite a beautiful view.

Kathryn spun around, anger blazing in her eyes. Next thing she did, however, was run into her bedroom, getting a robe to cover herself. She was definitely not feeling like facing him naked. As Kathryn turned around, ready to give him a piece of her mind, she came to stand face to face with Chakotay. Her anger returned at full force then.

"You son of a bitch!" Kathryn spat out. "ARGH!!! I'm so mad at you I could kick you!!"

"I did rescue you, didn't I?" Chakotay replied calmly. "Besides, pay backs are soooo much fun. Don't you think so?"

"You think of running along Voyager's corridors naked as fun?!" Kathryn stared at him in disbelief. "Have you gone nuts?!"

"Wait a minute," Chakotay demanded. "Who has started the whole thing?"

"You!"

"Yeah. Right," he snorted. "May I remind you, Miss I-Know-It-All, that you beamed me to deck three without my clothes?"

"Because you've embarrassed me in front of my crew!"

"Do you think that justifies your actions? Even though I did the same thing to you, I also beamed you out of there in time. You didn't even try to!" That shut her up. "Gotcha, didn't I," Chakotay concluded.

Her silence gave him time to watch her a little bit closer. Gods, she was beautiful was she was angry, embarrassed - or both. They stood nose to nose, staring at each other, and he could feel Kathryn's breath on his face. All of a sudden, the atmosphere in her quarters changed, becoming sexually tense, causing their breathing to get ragged once again.

For a second, Kathryn looked like she wanted to say something, her mouth opening, but then she closed the remaining distance between and brushed her lips over his in a passionate kiss, sighing into his mouth.

Chakotay took that as a cue to deepen their kiss, forcing her mouth open with his tongue, enjoying the warmth and wetness of it. He let his hands wrap around her waist and pulled her closer, making her feel his arousal as it pressed into her stomach. At her moan of pleasure, Chakotay scooped her up into his arms and carried over to a nearby table, sitting her down on it.

Kathryn was getting impatient, and so she freed him of his shirt by ripping it off of him. The second the disturbing garment was out of the way, she put her hands on his smooth chest, sliding along it and grazing his nipples with her nails. His mouth left hers as she did so.

"You're wicked," Chakotay groaned, and made a pause for effect. "So am I."

Kathryn's robe come off so quickly she thought it had simply vanished. His hands pushed her back on the table then, and he caught her hands in one of his own. She whimpered at the loss of control, but struggled only half-heartedly to get free. She was enjoying it in a way, sighing and moaning in pleasure when his lips trailed a path from her neck to her breasts. When he deliberately avoided her taut peaks, though, Kathryn let out a groan of protest, because she was as aroused as hell.

Chakotay wouldn't comply. Instead he let his mouth wander downward to her navel, sucking and licking the skin in his way. By now, he could smell her arousal and his own need increased.

A yelp escaped Kathryn's throat when his lips eventually made contact with her silken folds. "Oooh God . . ." she cried out, her back arching off the table.

"Not quite," Chakotay chuckled, using his free hand to push her back on the table, and continued his assault on her senses. He could tell that she was close, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer himself. So he began to lick his way upward, this time giving her nipples the attention they deserved as he reached them, and eventually covered her lips with his own.

The taste of herself on his lips made Kathryn suck on them greedily, pulling his bottom lips between her teeth, causing him to loosen his hold on her hands. She used the given opportunity, freeing her hands, and slid them along his back until they reached the waistband of his pants. Pushing them down, she told him exactly what she wanted him to do.

Chakotay complied readily and entered her wet heat with one powerful thrust. Kathryn came immediately. Her eyes began to grow wide when she reached her climax, his name on her lips, and she lost control completely. Chakotay then needed all of his strength to keep from giving into his release while her inner muscles were clenching and unclenching. As Chakotay was sure that he could control himself a little bit longer he began to thrust, in and out, at a fast but steady rhythm.

Kathryn's aftershocks turned into foreshocks, and she panted hard once more. The sweet sensation within both their bodies was quickly building up, consuming them both as they peaked in such a powerful orgasm that they became oblivious to their surroundings.

With a final thrust, Chakotay collapsed on her, drained of all energy but satisfied and content.

Kathryn brushed a feathery light kiss on his lips, before she spoke. "If I had known this little revenge thing ended up in making love to you, I would've thought of it much sooner."

"I agree," Chakotay replied. "But let's skip the naked-in-a-corridor part next time."

"We'll see about that . . ."

THE END

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