Intimate Lesson

Chakotay was fuming, his anger almost a visible force, as he marched through the corridors of Voyager. No one dared to speak to him; no one had a death wish. Hence, the wise crew of the star ship Voyager went out of its way to avoid his wrath, as soon as he was spotted.

He didn't care much, his mind solely fixated on getting hold of a certain redheaded Captain. She was driving him nuts again, but this time she had gone a little too far. For the second time in as many weeks they had barely come out of a deadly situation alive, thanks to her. They had also ended up in that deadly situation in the first place, thanks to her. Though that, in and of itself, wasn't exactly unusual for a normal day on board Voyager, Kathryn had triggered his anger by shrugging him off when he tried to talk to her about it.

By now Chakotay was royally pissed. He had been tracking her almost throughout the entire ship, asking the computer for her whereabouts on a regular basis. The thing was, once he arrived at her last known location, she had already moved off to the next, as though she knew he was looking for her.

Well, perhaps she did; he didn't put it past her. Kathryn Janeway, for all her talk about science, had the scary ability to read his mind. Of course, since he was radiating fury with the energy output of a supernova, it wasn't all that difficult right about now. He wouldn't be surprised if any vessel in the general proximity could read him.

Stepping onto the next available turbolift, Chakotay nearly broke the panel in an attempt to reach his next stop as soon as possible. "Deck eight," he barked and would have scared the poor piece of technology with his piercing voice if it were sentient. The lift immediately started moving, but soon he found himself walking in small circles, his patience deserting him. Luckily, he was the only occupant. His speed would have made the most stoic Vulcan dizzy.

When the lift finally reached deck eight, he left it in a manner that could only be described as sprinting. According to the computer, Kathryn was in Cargo Bay 2 and he had every intention of not missing her again. He even stood a good chance of that, since Seven tended to keep the Captain of Voyager occupied, at least for a couple of minutes and usually longer than Kathryn would like her to.

A lazy grin spread across Chakotay's face when he rounded the next corner. He had been right about Seven and made a mental note to thank her later. Kathryn Janeway had just left Cargo Bay 2, and even more importantly, she hadn't noticed him yet, because she was heading in the opposite direction. Picking up his pace, he tried to gain on her as quietly as possible.

*

Kathryn was contemplating where she could go next. Slowly but surely, she was exhausting possible hideouts, and it was only a matter of time before her First Officer would find her. He would hopefully have calmed down by then. The state he was in now, she wouldn't stand a chance of survival, or at the very least, she would be taken down a peg or two. Naturally, she wasn't precisely looking forward to that confrontation.

Unfortunately, she couldn't come up with a single department she hadn't been to yet, and hiding in either her ready room or quarters was out of the question. She preferred to present a moving target.

Kathryn suddenly had the strong feeling of being watched, but when she threw a quick glance over her shoulder, she couldn't see anyone. Shrugging it off as paranoia, she kept going but quickened her pace - better to be safe than sorry.

Only she was a tick too late. Two strong arms grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the holodeck, which she had passed only seconds ago. It all happened too fast for her to put up a real struggle; she was too perplexed to fight. Not even a single sound made it past her lips.

"Computer, engage privacy lock, authorization Maquis - Omega - 21."

Kathryn would recognize that voice anywhere, but she already knew who had captured her - only one member of her crew had the guts to do that, or the level of insanity, for that matter. Turning around, she was surprised to find him gloating, though. In fact, Chakotay almost looked as though he had just pulled off the coup of his life, if the triumphant gleam in his eyes was any indication. Well, trying to see it from his perspective, she supposed he had.

"I don't recognize this code," she commented, raising an eyebrow. "When did you program it into the computer?"

He grinned at her. "On my first day on this ship, as way of precaution. I was trying to prepare for every eventuality." His grin grew even wider when she reached for her combadge. "Don't bother. You've been effectively locked out of the computer system, including communications and command codes."

Kathryn gave him a peculiar look and tapped her combadge anyway; static was her only response. Her head jerked up, her eyes narrowing. He was serious, she realized, and still gloating. "Computer," she snapped, "disengage privacy lock, authorization Janeway - Phi - 1."

"Unable to comply. Level 9 authorization required."

"I have level 9 authorization, dammit," she muttered under her breath. Realizing she had been trapped, Kathryn squared her shoulders and put her hands on her hips. "So what happens next?"

"Now we're going to have a little talk," Chakotay said, his voice even. "Actually," he corrected himself almost at once, "I'm going to talk and you're going to listen. Deal with it." Ignoring the death glare she shot his way, he ordered the computer to create a metallic table and one chair.

The requested objects shimmered into existence in the center of the room, but Kathryn didn't pay any attention to them. "I don't have time for this, Chakotay! By cutting us off from the ship you're putting this crew in danger, do you realize that?"

"Funny that you, of all people, should be concerned about that," he replied, inspecting the furniture before ordering a few minor changes. "But as opposed to other people in this room, I don't let my curiosity, or any other emotion, for that matter, get the better of me on duty . . . Tuvok should have been informed by now," he added, "and in case we run into trouble, the privacy lock will disengage itself automatically." Satisfied with her lack of response, he gestured for her to have a seat. "You can run, Kathryn, but you cannot hide. The sooner you accept that, the better off you are."

*

On the bridge, the screen of the tactical station began to mutely flash at Tuvok. Curious as to who would try to contact him by this means, he paused his analysis of Voyager's current status to read the message. His left eyebrow immediately hit his hairline as the words flickered across his screen.

Harry Kim chose that moment to announce that he would deliver a report to the captain. Halfway across the bridge, Tuvok's voice stopped him. "That is not advisable, Ensign. The Captain is . . . indisposed."

Although Harry picked up on the odd pause, he didn't comment, merely frowned at Tuvok. "She said she wanted to have this," he waved the PADD for effect, "as soon as possible, Commander."

"It will have to wait."

"Perhaps Commander Chako-"

"No."

"Tuvok, are you alright?" Harry asked concerned. The vehemence in Tuvok's voice was odd, but even more disturbing was the distressed expression that flickered across his face, however brief. Never before had Harry been witness to Tuvok's losing his cool, and it scared the wits out of him.

"I am fine, Ensign," Tuvok replied in the same stoical voice as ever, recovering quickly. "I suggest that you return to your post. The report will have to wait until Captain Janeway or Commander Chakotay return to the bridge."

More than a little puzzled, Harry nodded and did as he was told.

*

"Say it again."

Kathryn rolled her eyes at him. Rather, she would have if he weren't making her dizzy by rounding the table time and again. "How many more times do you want to hear me say it?"

"As many times as it takes me to believe you," came Chakotay's immediate reply - all the while he didn't stop moving. A prolonged sigh from Kathryn was his only response. "Say it again."

"Endangering my life and crew is not good leadership tactics," she recited, a petulant note involuntarily slipping into her voice.

"And?"

"And I will not go out of my way every time my scientific curiosity is woken," she added. "What next? Want me to dance on the table?"

"We'll come to that part later. Now say it again."

"No."

He came to an abrupt halt, turning towards her. "What do you mean by 'no'?"

"Which part of 'no' didn't you understand?" Kathryn asked smugly. She sighed once more. "For the past three hours, we've done nothing but gone through this over and over again. I'm tired, Chakotay."

He crossed what little space was between them in one huge stride, leaning well into her personal space. "Perhaps you should have thought about that before you nearly crashed Voyager into a star . . ."

Maybe it was the quiet anger in his voice; maybe it was the barely hidden fear in his eyes; maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, for once, Kathryn found she didn't want to analyze it. Cupping his face between her palms, she stared back into his eyes without blinking, trying to underscore the sincerity of her words. "Listen to me, I didn't do it on purpose. I really don't have a death wish, nor do I take perverse pleasure from endangering this ship and crew. I promise."

Only when no response was forthcoming did she realize the effect her touch was having on him. Though to her own surprise, she found she didn't mind. On the contrary, fascinated by the twitching muscles beneath her fingertips, she allowed her hands to slowly wander until they cradled his neck. All the time Kathryn didn't once break eye contact.

Chakotay was fighting the inevitable, trying hard to get his labored breathing back under control, yet a slight tug of her hands was all it took to break his resolve. In the blink of an eye his mouth came crashing down on hers, hot and firm, as though branding her as his for all time. The fact that he wasn't met by any resistance barely registered in his dazed mind; all he could concentrate on was the sweet taste of her mouth, the welcoming warmth of it.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss, Kathryn involuntarily moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. He was soon driving her crazy, pulling her full bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it and releasing it again. It was nearly too much for her to take.

After long minutes, they finally parted, chests heaving, heartbeats accelerated . . . and both of them filled with the need for more.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Kathryn?" Chakotay teased, sounding half - amused and half - amazed, and definitely out of breath.

She flashed a sultry smile at him. "Is it working?" By way of response, his arms wrapped around her slim waist and pulled her close to him. Her eyes grew wider, her pupils dilating. "Definitely working," she breathed huskily. "Wall or table?"

He laughed then, a rich sound that vibrated through her body and made it tingle in anticipation. "This is the holodeck, Kathryn." As if to prove his point, he ordered the computer to replicate a king size bed, which replaced the rather uncomfortable table and chair mere seconds later.

"I like the way you think," came her bemused answer, though she didn't even spare a glance at the bed; she was far too busy exploring his uniform - clad body. Driven by pure desire, she quickly went about getting rid of his uniform.

Soon, there was a trail of discarded clothing leading to the bed. Chakotay had been maneuvering them in that direction while helping her undress, as well. Distracted by his masterful touch, Kathryn hadn't noticed and let out a surprised squeal when she bumped backwards into the long side, her knees giving way, causing her to land on her back.

Chakotay seized the opportunity to admire the view. Clad in only her bra and panties, her hair spread around her like a halo, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.

"Do you want to keep staring all day long?" she teased, her eyes beckoning him to join her. That was all the encouragement he needed and he settled next to her. His fingertips barely brushed her hot skin as he let them take slow inventory of her body, and he marveled at her immediate response.

Shivering, Kathryn closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful sensations his hands triggered, completely surrendering to them and him. Her head bent backwards, her back arching off the bed, as he replaced hands with lips, and a prolonged moan escaped her.

Leaving a path of moisture behind, Chakotay's mouth moved ever closer towards her breasts, still clad in a bra. He unclasped it quickly, and not giving her any chance to miss his touch, immediately lowered his mouth again to alternate between caressing and sucking, increasing both his and her need for fulfillment.

By now Kathryn was squirming beneath him. She needed to feel him buried deep within her, and she needed it soon or she would explode. Soon she found her hands clutching at his head and guiding him. Chakotay happily obliged. His mouth left her breasts to trail downwards, making her suck in air as he showered her ribs with feather - light kisses. Once he was stopped by fabric, he leaned backwards and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, easing them down her shapely legs and tossing them aside.

A shriek was torn from Kathryn's lips at the first intimate touch of his mouth on her overheated sex. He was driving her mad, licking her silken folds, teasing her wet flesh in calculated slowness, caressing her tiny bud of nerves. She was close, and she knew it, but as much as she needed release, the urge to return the favor was stronger. In one swift move she pushed him onto his back and went about getting his briefs off of him.

Chakotay watched her in expectant silence, slightly bemused as she nearly tore his underwear apart in an attempt to undress him as soon as possible. But the bemusement faded rapidly, replaced with a dire need, when she began to pay special attention to his painfully erect member, sucking the head while gently massaging his balls.

Just as he felt he was about to achieve orgasm, Kathryn pulled away and moved herself into position. She braced her legs on either side of him and placed her hands on his chest, then gently and slowly lowered herself onto his long shaft.

Chakotay sucked in a breath as he felt her tight walls clench around him. His senses were just about ready to overload, but he ground his teeth, willing himself not to come just yet. He was going to take her with him. Except it was easier said than done; watching the pleasure ripple across her face didn't help matters. Kathryn was completely immersed in riding him, small sighs escaping her every now and then. Her hands, still braced on his chest, burned his skin, causing him to groan in sweet agony.

No longer able to take her slow movements, Chakotay swiftly rolled them over, reversing their positions, and started thrusting with renewed vigor. Sweat dripped off his face, pooling in the valley between her breasts, while she met his every thrust with equal force. His mouth dipped to swallow her moans and cries of pleasure.

Kathryn locked her ankles behind his back, drawing him deeper into her. Her nails scratched along his back, her approaching orgasm forcing her to dig them into his shoulders, leaving glowing red marks.

Chakotay groaned into her mouth when he felt her walls tighten. For a second, her back went rigid. Then she came hard with a prolonged cry, her hips jerking upwards, triggering his own release. He continued thrusting for a few more moments before collapsing next to her, drained of all energy.

Smiling broadly in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking, Kathryn snuggled closer and let her head on his chest, slick with sweat. "Aren't you just glad that I'm occasionally too curious for my own good?"

He laughed and drew her closer, absently caressing her back. "If I had known you'd go this far to keep me from ripping your head off, I would have tried this tactic far sooner." She playfully punched him. "Stop that, or I just might have to lecture you again."

Raising her head a bit, she grinned at him. "Oh really? You're welcome to try."

Suddenly looming above her, Chakotay stole a quick kiss from her lips. "Be careful what you wish for . . ."

*

After five hours, Harry was just about ready to send a security detail to look for the Captain and Commander when both of them stepped off the turbolift. He nearly leapt off the command chair in surprise.

"Captain, Commander," he nodded at them, and reached for the report he had intended to give to them hours ago. "Here's the damage report, Captain. I know you said you wanted it as soon as possible, but Commander Tuvok advised me to put it off."

She took the PADD, smiling. "That's alright, Mr. Kim. Commander Chakotay and I had serious matters to attend to. Apparently, I brought up something that needed immediate attention." Behind her, Chakotay was hard - pressed not to snicker. "Speaking of Commander Tuvok, where is he?"

Harry frowned. "That was rather odd. From one moment to the next he didn't feel well and went to Sickbay. I haven't seen or heard from him even since."

Raising a brow in curiosity, Kathryn threw a glance over her shoulder at Chakotay. He appeared to be rather pale; her eyes narrowed. "Thank you, Ensign," she said absently. "You have the bridge. The Commander and I will be in my ready room, going over your report."

"Aye, Captain," Harry acknowledged and sat back down in the big chair.

Kathryn headed for her ready room, Chakotay in tow. As soon as the doors had slid shut behind them, she turned around. "You know something. What's wrong with Tuvok?"

He was uncomfortably shifting his weight from one leg to the next, still pale. "Remember when I said Tuvok would be informed about our 'indisposition'?" She nodded, still not sure what he was getting at. "Well, I haven't changed the message in seven years . . ."

"Do I want to know?"

His reply was instantaneous. "Definitely not."

THE END

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