Interruptions

"Get out!" Chakotay hissed through clenched teeth. He was standing with his back to her, staring out of the view port. His efforts to stop his tears were useless. How can she do this to me? And why is she here anyway?

"Chako-"

"Get the hell out!"

"No."

In less than a second Chakotay was facing her, standing within her personal space. His eyes narrowed, blazing with fury and pain, his jaw clenched. The tears were still rolling down his cheeks. Kathryn, who would have never believed Chakotay being capable of hurting her, believed it now. His hands, curled into fists, were jerking more than once. But she wouldn't back out.

"My, Kathryn! If you want to kill me then take a phaser and shoot me! How can you do this to me? Not sharing my feelings is one thing but actually trampling on them is another!"

Chakotay was shaking violently by now. He was trying hard not to hit her, but it got harder each by the minute. If she doesn't leave soon, I'll do something I'll regret, he thought.

"Go on and hit me," she whispered.

Chakotay was shocked as he realized that he was actually considering to take her up on her offer. He did the next best thing that came to his mind. He sank to the floor weeping. Kathryn settled beside him and tried to take him in her arms. He pushed her away. What else could he do? She had just told him they had made a mistake. She had played with his emotions, had used him to release her tension.

"Don't touch me," he yelled, "I can't bear your touching me!"

She stopped, putting a little distance between them.

"I've asked you numerous times, if you're ready, if that's what you really want. Do you think that was just for enjoyment? I've waited for years - YEARS - for this to happen! If you've wanted a quick fuck, you could have gone to the holodeck!"

"It wasn't a quick fuck."

"No," he sadly laughed, "it wasn't. If I remember correctly, it was many. Feeling better now? More relaxed maybe?"

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?"

That was too much, he pushed her away with all the strength he had left, kicking her out of his quarters, throwing his rank bar after her.

"Bitch!"

He bolted upright in his bed. Sweat was running down his face as well as tears. It was a dream? To him it felt more like reality. He was still shaking when Kathryn spoke.

"Chakotay?"

His head snapped up and he turned to her. She looked sleepy and confused - and she was completely nude. The minute she saw his wet face and his haunted features Kathryn reached for him. Chakotay was so grateful when she took him in her arms. Slowly his memory returned, leaving him all the more concerned. It was only a dream.

"What is it, my love?" she asked him concerned.

He didn't answer but held her tighter. She winced but didn't let go. His condition brought tears to her own eyes. Kathryn hated seeing Chakotay in pain. His nightmare must have been really bad.

"Chakotay, talk to me, will you? What did you dream?"

It took him several minutes to regain his composure, at least a bit. He pulled away to look her in the eye but didn't dare lose physical contact. With her hands in his he started telling her.

"I . . . I dreamed about us . . . you . . . you . . . using me . . . and feeling not . . . not the slightest bit . . . sorry . . . about it," he voice cracked and he started sobbing again.

"What did I do?" she whispered. Kathryn could imagine it must have been horrible when he broke down like this. And very real.

"The day . . . the day after we made love . . . you . . . you told me it was . . . was a mistake . . . giving me the feeling . . . of being just someone . . . to release some tension with . . . trampling on my feelings."

"Shhh . . . It was only a dream. I could never consciously hurt you like that Chakotay. I love you," she confirmed, drawing him even nearer and brushing away his tears.

"I know. I love you, Kathryn."

Kathryn then lightly kissed him on the mouth. She withdrew, only to watch his lips forming into a small smile and resumed her task. It was still early in morning, enough time to have some fun. She kissed him again, gently parting his lips with her own, moaning into his mouth as their tongues met.

Kathryn was determined to make him forget his dream.

She rolled him over so she was on top of him all the while kissing the remaining tears from his face. She brushed feather light kisses all over his face, starting with his tattoo, then slowly making her way down to his jaw. Every now and then Kathryn would simply watch his reaction in order to see if he was okay with what she was doing. Apparently he is, if his passion glazed eyes are any indicator to his feelings, she thought. Creeping further down his body Kathryn heard a sharp intake of breath as she reached his nipples. Smiling she took the right one into her mouth and began to alternate between sucking and gently biting. Her hands, which had rested on his shoulders, were now slowly brushing down his upper arms, then his forearms and finally they reached his hands. She entwined her fingers with his and pulled his arms over his head all the while moving her mouth lower down his chest. Chakotay began to writhe beneath her. He was so turned on he couldn't help gently trusting against her small body. As Kathryn reached his navel her tongue darted out, drawing wet, little circles around it. Her hands left his as she renewed her journey, her arms being just too short to keep them over his head. And the fact that she needed them otherwise might actually have to do something with it, too. Chakotay's hands had worked their way into her hair and he tried guiding her head where he wanted it to be.

Kathryn, however, had other plans. She deliberately avoided the one place of him where she was most needed. Instead she settled for kissing the insides of his thighs, driving him mad with anticipation. I guess someone will burst if I don't hurry up. She brushed another few kisses along his thighs, feeling him tremble. To hell! Don't let him suffer anymore, girl! She bent down to engulf his long, thick shaft in her mouth.

"Captain and Commander to the bridge." Tuvok's voice came over the comlink. A moment later the red alert klaxons were sounding through the ship.

Kathryn was already out the bed and half dressed before she realized that Chakotay needed an awfully lot of time doing the same. His painfully hard member was keeping him from hurrying up. She gave him a small smile.

"I'll make it up to you later. Now we both are needed at the bridge," she said, half through the doors with Chakotay right behind her.

"I certainly hope so," he murmured. Chakotay had to concentrate on going without adding too much pressure to his member. Another problem was the bulge in his trousers, which was quite visible for everyone who took a short glance at him. My, this is embarrassing! This had better be urgent. He was holding his position directly behind Kathryn in hope most of the passing crewmembers were too busy to notice. What in fact they were.

However, by the time the two commanding officers arrived at the bridge his cover vanished. Kathryn, in full captain mode, strode straight to Tuvok, leaving Chakotay alone to suffer under the gaze of Tom Paris.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Chakotay took position next to her, waiting for Tuvok to start talking. When he did, his eyebrow began to boldly go where no eyebrow had ever gone before, indicating he had noticed the commander's condition.

"Since our latest battle with hostile alien species I ordered a row of battle drills. This was one of them and I can say the crew did remarkably fine. However, a few more are in order," Tuvok stated calmly.

Kathryn had a hard time holding her temper at bay but figured it wasn't really Tuvok's fault. These actions lay within his duties and I wouldn't be Tuvok if he hadn't fulfilled them. Though she managed to look like a nice captain was supposed to look she couldn't keep a completely straight face.

"Did we interrupt something important?" Paris asked way too innocently upon seeing his captain frowning.

"Paris, wanna take a walk outside Voyager without an environmental suit?" Chakotay asked in return.

"No, sir," came the quick reply, sounding anything but regretful.

"Good, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut," Kathryn finished this. There were other problems to take care of and Paris could be dealt with later.

"You have the bridge, Tuvok. Commander, you're with me." With that she purposefully strode towards her ready room, Chakotay in tow.

Once inside she stopped in front of her desk, ordering a privacy lock. She then turned, asking, "Now, where were . . ." Kathryn didn't get any further for Chakotay's mouth came crushing down on hers. ". . . we," she finished somewhat breathless as he released her mouth.

"Gods Kathryn, sometimes I could kill that Vulcan and Paris along with him!"

Chuckling she pulled his mouth back to hers but just as things started to get interesting Tuvok ordered them to the bridge once more, the red alert klaxon sounding along with him. Groaning in frustration Kathryn and Chakotay had to put their desires at hold - once again - and stormed out the ready room.

The moment they caught sight of Paris' shaking shoulders they KNEW it was another battle drill.

I swear Tuvok, if you ever summon me again short of a real crisis, I'll personally throw you out the airlock, Kathryn thought. By the astonished look on Tuvok's face and the feeling that all eyes were focused on her she realized she must have spoken aloud. Ops. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Chakotay unsuccessfully trying to suppress a grin.

"Aye, Captain. I assume you'll go to your quarters?"

Gods, Tuvok really has a talent for stating the obvious, she realized but this time she made sure to only think it.

"Yes, you have the bridge."

Almost running into the 'lift their mouths locked the minute the doors were closing behind them. It was, however, enough to let the bridge crew, especially Tom Paris, have a glimpse of their actions. And even though they were supposed to have only eyes for each other they caught sight of Paris waving to them. Chakotay quickly extended a hand so that the doors had to open once more, calling, "Paris, you'll live to regret that."

As they were finally without an audience they resumed their previous actions, clinging to each other, eating the other alive. They kissed as long as humanly possible, feeling very dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Between small gasps Kathryn managed to find her voice, though sounding anything but steady.

"How do you intend to take care of him?"

Their was no mistake as whom she was referring to but Paris was the furthest thing from his mind. There's something which is really in need of care, he thought amused. He told her so.

"Well, forgive me. Think you can manage to get to my quarters first?" She was teasing him and she knew it, and as to prove him incapable of it her right hand wandered to the bulge in his pants, squeezing hard. Chakotay was about to return the favor when the 'lift stopped, releasing them to the deck both their quarters were located. He reluctantly let go of her but one glance at his eyes told her she wasn't off the hook yet.

Kathryn had been right. Barely inside her quarters she found herself trapped between the cabin wall and Chakotay's solid body. He was already freeing her from her uniform; a content sigh was escaping her throat. This was exactly what she needed right now because he wasn't the only one suffering from unfulfilled desire. He undressed himself in record time, being so aroused he almost couldn't stand it any longer. And before she could blink he was moving inside her, causing her to let out a startled cry. Unable to take control of the situation, Chakotay had made sure her hands and body were immobilized, she could do nothing but enjoy the feeling he invoked in her, whimpering whenever he thrust anew. "Yessss," she moaned, "Oh yes . . . CHA-KO-TAY!!!" Neither of them had expected to last long, however, the speed and above all the intensity of their release knocked them down, crying out each other's name. Chakotay landed on his back, his now flaccid member slipping out of Kathryn. She herself came in contact with is body once more as she landed atop him, trembling from the aftershocks. A huge, satisfied smile appeared on Chakotay's face and Kathryn couldn't help teasing him a little bit more.

"Feeling better now? More relaxed maybe?" she asked. His smile suddenly vanished and he stiffened beneath her, a look of horror appearing in his eyes.

"Did I say something wrong?" Kathryn asked concerned, her smile subsiding, too.

"In my dream," he began in an unsteady voice, "in my dream I asked you the exact same thing."

"Oh God, I'm sorry Chakotay."

"Don't be. It was only a dream."

"I'm glad we agree on that." She slowly stood, feeling very sore in some very embarrassing places, and extended her hand to him. "Come on big guy, let's get into a warm, comfortable bed." She waggled her eyebrows to emphasize her point.

Chakotay stood also, having no reason to argue with her, after all he wasn't the youngest and his back ached. But if she thought she would walk there by herself, she was mistaken. In one swift motion he swung her small body over his shoulder and started walking towards her bedroom. Giggling, Kathryn began to tickle his ribs in an attempt to gain solid ground. She was rewarded with a smack on her bottom. Then she felt herself being lifted from his shoulder and thrown onto her bed.

Much later:

After another round of lovemaking Kathryn was lying all over Chakotay, exhausted but happily snuggling closer to the warmth of his body. Her hair was covering his entire chest while her head rested comfortably right above his heart. She listened to his heartbeat for a while, her hands brushing up and down his arms.

"So Chakotay, tell me, what will we do with that smart ass of a pilot?" Kathryn asked him, repeating her earlier question.

"Oh, I think a little time apart from B'Elanna while taking the night shifts for the next two weeks or so will do him some good, don't you think?" he answered. She could hear the smile in his voice, envisioning the corners of his wonderful mouth twitching into one hell of a big grin.

"Yeah, being someone's commanding officer does have its advantages . . ." she replied, smiling herself.

"Well spoken, my love, well spoken."

THE END

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