Kathryn's Toy

Kathryn paced her quarters, tired, tense, and very frustrated. Only ten minutes ago, she had witnessed a couple making love in the Jefferies tubes. Who they exactly had been, Kathryn couldn't tell. She just knew it hadn't been Tom and B'Elanna, because B'Elanna had a tendency to scream out loud when she was coming, that much Kathryn knew from past experiences. Those two in the Jefferies tubes, however, had been more careful, murmuring in hushed tones, but making love all the same.

Kathryn's cheeks began to glow as she remembered what she had heard rather than seen. Low moans and small cries of pleasure had greeted her when she had crawled along the Jefferies tubes, on her way to repair a blown relay herself. At first, Kathryn hadn't been sure what to make of it, for it hadn't been completely obvious then. The couple had kept their voices low and one could have mistaken the sounds for quiet talk. As Kathryn had reached the hatch to the section of the blown relay, though, she had heard the unmistakable sounds of a couple indulging in their sexual fantasies. Unable to move another inch, she had secretly listened to the murmured "Oohs" and "Aahs", being interrupted by an occasional moan.

In retrospect, it hadn't been the smartest of all ideas. Listening to those two had only heightened Kathryn's own sexual frustration, making her painfully aware of her own needs. When she had finally snapped out of her paralysis and realized what she had been doing, a deep red blush had already begun to cover her cheeks. Embarrassed by her actions, she had retreated to her quarters, hurrying along the corridors, dodging as much people as possible.

Now here she was, pacing her quarters, tired, tense, and very frustrated, the pent-up desire of five years threatening to break free. How was she supposed to ease it? It wasn't like she could walk up to someone's quarters, asking for a quick fix. Kathryn involuntarily had to laugh at this thought, imagining that someone's face when she asked if he would like to serve under his captain. And then there was Chakotay, but asking him was too complicated, too dangerous. She might have to explain herself, and Kathryn didn't know if she could live through that.

No, she had to come up with another solution. Suddenly, a wicked thought entered her mind. What if . . . ? Kathryn shook her head at the absurdity of it. And yet her problem needed fixing. Before she had a chance to change her mind, Kathryn walked up to her replicator, instructing the computer to replicate a long phallic shaped device. She took the vibrator and was about to turn on her heels when she thought twice and ordered the computer to erase all logs of her replicator. She'd better be cautious or someone might find out about her little toy.

Kathryn chuckled to herself, watching the black device in her hand. It had just the right length, not too long but not too short, either. A new rush of desire swept over her as she touched the device, moving first two slender fingers then her whole hand up and down the shaft, all rational thinking leaving her and with it any doubts about using the vibrator. All her thoughts centered on the object in her hand and what naughty things she could do with it.

With a silly smile plastered on her face, Kathryn entered her bedroom, placing her toy on the bed, slowly getting rid of her uniform jacket, turtleneck, and tank top. Then she kicked off her boots and toed off her socks, her pants following quickly. Now she stood in front of her bed, wearing only a tight lacy bra and a flimsy of lacy panties. For a scant second her ability to think returned and Kathryn wondered what the heck she was doing, but just as quickly as the question had entered her mind, it left again when her eyes once again focused on the silicon coated object on her bed.

"Aw, hell, what could it hurt?" Kathryn muttered under her breath as she sat on her bed, taking the vibrator in her hands, her desire returning full force, causing her to breathe sharply. Putting a pillow behind her back and using her headboard for support, Kathryn closed her eyes as her hands glided over her stomach and up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts lightly in passing. Ever so slowly she arched her back to unfasten her bra, taking it off and carelessly throwing the garment into a corner. She then focused her attention back on her aching body, her hands continuing upward toward her face, caressing her neck and running through her hair, as she finally began to relax into the pillow behind her. Then her hands reversed their course, grazing over her pale skin, moving ever so slowly to her firm breasts, but evading the taut nipples and circling around the their fullness. Eventually, her fingers were allowed to caress the peaks of her breasts, now quickly growing erect with each touch, sending shivers up her spine.

A deep husky moan escaped from deep within Kathryn as she felt the sensation center in her groin, her panties soaking wet with a rush of fluids. The longing for sexual fulfillment began to get unbearable and she decided to rush it a bit, hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties, easing the garment down her legs, pushing the slip off of her bed with a foot. Abandoning her now sensitive breasts, she moved her hand down to her flat stomach, brushing only lightly over it, causing her skin to explode into goose bumps. Spurred on by her need for satisfaction, her hands moved further downward, tangling in the auburn hair, playing with the curls, while she opened her legs, spreading them wide, granting her fingers the desired access.

Kathryn sucked in a breath as her slender fingers made first contact with her tiny bundle of nerves and the exposed pink flesh. Her eyes closed involuntarily when she began to play with her clit, alternating between gentle rubbing and pressing hard, working herself into a frenzy, moaning in delight as her body arched off the bed from the overwhelming pleasure.

Her breathing was coming in short gasps now, her chest heaving from the lack of air, her breasts rising and falling with the movement. Her right hand wandered upward, caressing the skin of her stomach, brushing the underside of her breasts and spiraling upward, circling the erect nipple. Her left hand, never having left its place, moved along her velvety folds, inflicting a sensual friction upon them before entering first one then two fingers into her opening, wet from desire.

Her toes curled from the sweet torture, her abdomen slightly tightening, telling her the release was near. Once more her hand abandoned her breasts, reaching down to her hip, searching for the black device and finding it. A wicked grin spread out across her face, her eyes sparkling in anticipation of feeling the phallic shaped device buried deep within her.

She removed her fingers and positioned the vibrator, without activating it just yet, against her hot center, teasing herself with it. Then she placed it at her entrance, slowly easing it into her tight warm walls, letting her body get used to its feel and length. She began to slide the object in and out, gasping at the new rush of desire rolling through her, involuntarily rotating her hips in an increasing rhythm, her free left hand once again seeking out her aching clit and massaging it.

As Kathryn finally activated her toy she felt herself nearing oblivion, the vibrations of it sending wave after wave of pure pleasure through every cell of her body, eliciting a low prolonged moan from between her lips, followed by small and not so small outcries of ecstasy. With her eyes tightly shut and her cheeks deeply flushed, she increased the pace of thrusting with each stroke, feeling her release quickly approaching. And then in the few breathless moments when even time seemed to stand still her head snapped back, her chest moving forward, back aching off the bed, toes curling into covers, and she cried out loud as she came hard, the muscles of her inner walls clenching and unclenching around the rigid object still vibrating within her body, prolonging her release.

Eventually, Kathryn turned off the device, relishing the feel of the afterglow of her earth shattering orgasm, lazily sprawled across her bed, smiling happily and deeply satisfied, her breathing gradually returning to normal. All but one pillow had been shoved off the bed, the covers crumpled, but she didn't care as she finally drifted off to sleep, still smiling.

*

Over the days, Kathryn used her little toy whenever she had spent long hours on the bridge, sitting next to her gorgeous First Officer, having to cope with thoughts of him doing to her what she had replicated the vibrator for, but not being able to do anything about it. Those fantasies increased whenever Chakotay handed her a PADD, lightly brushing her finger in doing so, sending shivers up and down her spine. With great difficulty Kathryn repressed a moan then, usually holding her breath for a few seconds until the initial urge had passed.

One evening all this would change, though.

Kathryn sat in her quarters, going over her notes relating to the work of her crew. Yes, it was crew evaluations time again, and Chakotay was to drop by her quarters in about five minutes, helping her as usual to get it all sorted out. She just wondered how she was supposed to make it through the evening alive with this handsome man sitting next to her for what was probably going to be a little eternity. Just thinking of this made her exited, her wet flesh screaming in pain, her legs turning into pudding.

"No time to get distracted," she muttered to herself and forced her body to relax and her breathing to slow down. Just in time she managed to get a grip, because her door chimed then, announcing the arrival of her First Officer.

"Come in," Kathryn called out as she stood and walked over to her replicator, ordering two cups of hot coffee for them.

Chakotay entered, carrying a pile of PADDs with him, and looked out for Kathryn. "Good evening," he greeted her back since she was still busy getting coffee for them. He went to her low coffee table, putting down the PADDs and sitting down on her couch. As he tried to get more comfortable something hard poked into his back and he turned around to see what it was.

His surprise couldn't possibly have been any greater when he was greeted by a long black object, immediately reminding him of a certain part of his anatomy, minus the color. For scant seconds jealousy and amusement battled in his head for supremacy before amusement eventually won out, because he realized how ridiculous it was to be jealous of a vibrator.

Suddenly, Chakotay's wicked side took over and he turned once more, noticing with satisfaction that Kathryn had yet to face him. "Oh Kathryn . . ." he said sweetly, holding up the device in his hands for her to see when she would eventually turn around.

Taking both cups in either of her hands, Kathryn turned, curious because of his strange tone. The next moment, she froze, the cups dropping to the floor unnoticed, shattering into a thousand pieces, spreading hot liquid all over the carpet, as she caught sight of the object in his hand. Embarrassment kept her immobilized and it was all she could do not to sink through the floor. Unable to say anything, her mouth opened and closed again, her eyes growing wide in utter shock, a deep blush creeping up her cheeks, her ears burning of shame.

Satisfied with her reaction, Chakotay stood and began to slowly approach her, taking the vibrator with him. "Why do you use this," he brought the device level with her eyes, "when you can have the real thing?" His eyes sparkled with merriment, as she blushed even more. He took her lack of comment as a cue to go on, slowly circling her until he came to stand behind her. "Want to get a taste of the real thing? Hmm?" he whispered, breathing warm moisture into her ear.

Involuntarily, Kathryn moaned as the so recently repressed fantasies of him moving beneath her returned at full force. With Chakotay standing so close to her, his breath grazing her neck, his scent invading her senses, she succumbed to her need to have him hold her, moving inside her and doing all the naughty things she wanted him to do.

"Yes," she breathed, as she turned around, her eyes dark with passion, looking up into his equally dark eyes. With calculated slowness she lifted her arms, circled his neck and locked them behind it, gently pulling his head down for a kiss full of a promise that this was just the beginning.

Chakotay dropped the vibrator as her soft lips brushed over his, instead wrapping his arms around her slim waist, pulling her closer. His mouth gently worked hers open, pulling her full bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it and releasing it again to let his tongue sneak past her lips, seeking out hers. She sighed happily into his mouth, responding readily to his actions, caressing his tongue with her own, then pushing it back into his mouth and following with hers. She tickled his palate, tracing his gums and sliding over his teeth, thoroughly exploring the warmth of his mouth.

They finally parted, their chests heaving with rapid breathing, their eyes locking, conveying their emotions and needs. Kathryn found herself drowning in his dark orbs and briefly wondered how she could have denied him for so long, but then his mouth captured hers again and all coherent thought was lost.

Chakotay was in pure heaven, a long time dream of his coming true. Gently, he maneuvered her small body through the room until her back was pressed into the wall separating her quarters from the corridor outside. His mouth never leaving hers, his large hands began to unfasten her uniform, peeling layer after layer off her body until she stood clad only in her underwear, quivering with need. He then undressed himself, her hands coming up to help him with it, grasping the zipper of his uniform and pulling it down. Eventually, his uniform joined hers on the floor and they both concentrated back on the body of the other, hands caressing exposed skin, lips following their paths. Chakotay unclasped her lacy bra, pulling the thin straps off her slim shoulders and down her arms, revealing small firm breasts.

Kathryn's head bent backwards as his hands and lips took slow inventory of her upper body, caressing and teasing, sucking and licking until her skin was all flushed and her breathing came in small gasps. A yelp escaped her throat as he blew cool air on her moist skin, her hands finding their way into his soft black hair when he moved downward, leaving behind a wet path of moisture on her skin. By now he was kneeling in front of her, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her panties, easing them down her perfectly shaped legs and tossing them aside.

Kathryn squirmed against the cool wall and whimpered as his hands skimmed over her thighs, sliding along them to her inner thighs but deliberately evading her aching hot center. A shriek of surprise was torn from her lips at the first intimate touch of his hands on her silken folds, one index finger running along them, teasing her wet flesh with its slowness. After some time of teasing her with his hands, Chakotay replaced them with his tongue and lips, greedily sucking her tiny bud and licking over it with his rough tongue.

Chakotay brought her to near oblivion before his own needs took over, his painfully erect member pushing against his briefs, begging for freedom. He stood, divesting himself of his briefs in the process, and kicked them aside. He scooped her in anticipation trembling body up in his arm and carried her across the room to the couch, lying her down under the gentle light of stars, marveling in her beauty for a moment before he dropped to his knees, positioning the head of his stiff member at her entrance.

Kathryn sucked in a breath as he penetrated her opening in one smooth stroke, sliding all the way in until his member was pressed firmly against her cervix, filling her completely. All her senses were ready to overload as Chakotay began to move inside her in long gentle strokes, his mouth seeking out hers for a passionate kiss, swallowing her moans and cries of pleasure. Her nails scratched along his back, leaving glowing red marks behind, finally finding his ass, the unmistakable approach of her orgasm forcing her to dig her nails into it and pull him closer.

Chakotay grunted as he felt her walls tighten, panting into her face, thrusting harder and deeper when he felt his own release near. She suddenly stilled and then cried out in a husky voice as she came, riding out the waves of pleasure, her hips bucking wildly against his, pulling Chakotay with her into a surreal world of lights and colors. He thrust a few more times, spilling his seed into her before softening.

Kathryn drew aimless patterns on his back, gradually coming down from her peak, smiling broadly in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. His head slowly came up from where it had rested on her soft breasts, his eyes searching her face for any sings of regret. Finding none, Chakotay returned her smile with his dimpled one, brushing a tender kiss on her lips.

"Chakotay," she whispered, "take me to bed. I don't think I can make it there by myself."

"And the crew evaluations?" he questioned, remembering all of a sudden the actual reason for his visit here.

"They can wait till tomorrow," she replied. "I don't feel up to them any more."

Chakotay then stood, lifting her in arms, and began to carry her to the bedroom. "I assume that you've found you enjoy the real thing more than that little toy of yours?" He tried to tease her, but his eyes betrayed the seriousness in which the question was asked. He sought confirmation for what he had been suspecting all along: that she indeed had feelings for him, loved him.

Kathryn knew that much. In fact, she had anticipated that question, asked one way or another. She had had some time to prepare herself for it, even before the events of this evening, and she knew she loved him with all her heart. Who was she to deny them happiness just because of rules and regulations? Besides, there was no law written or implied that a Captain couldn't get involved with someone under her command. And even though Kathryn could honestly say this would never have happened in the Alpha Quad, their situation here could hardly be described as common. On the contrary, it was so unique that they had to make some rules of their own, and Kathryn intended to do just that.

By now, Chakotay had reached her bedroom and gently laid her down on the deep blue covers of her bed. Kathryn still owed him his answer, and the longer she waited the more concerned he became that her answer wasn't going to be the one he desperately wanted to hear. Without his noticing he had begun to stiffen as he looked down at her, avoiding eye contact. Chakotay was simply afraid of what he might find in the blue depth of her eyes. Would she welcome him fully into her life? Gods, he hoped so, but her eyes might as well speak of sorrow and regret. Not regret of their activities this evening, of that he was sure. She would have reacted entirely different after she had come down from her high. He might find regret of not willing or being able to return his feelings. Chakotay wasn't sure he would want to see that, so he didn't make eye contact.

Kathryn watched him in silence for a moment, watched the struggle displayed in his dark brown eyes and knew she had to answer soon, wanted to answer him, wanted to give him the answer he so needed to hear, but was unable to do just that. A huge lump had formed in her throat, keeping her from getting a sound past it, and so she instead reached for his broad hand, holding it in both of her tiny ones, giving it a gentle squeeze. She couldn't form the words momentarily, but she could communicate through her eyes . . . if he was willing to look at her, that was.

Chakotay gazed at her pale slender finger, enveloping his right hand, and felt the gentle squeeze, steeling himself for the inevitable. She hadn't answered yet, and so he would have to search her eyes after all. Ever so slowly, although he was still incredibly scared, he raised his eyes, letting them wander over her belly, which he had been looking at most of the time, upwards to the valley between her breasts, and further up over her slender neck, her chin, over her full bottom lip and its thinner mate, and over her nose until he reached the ocean blue of her eyes. She was silently crying, he realized in an instant, but her eyes spoke of an invitation to join her life, of happiness and love. This revelation made his knees buckle, so overwhelmed was he by what he found in her eyes. To keep from falling, he settled beside her, his free left hand gently brushing away the tears on her face.

"My beautiful Kathryn," Chakotay whispered hoarsely as he leaned in to brush a kiss on her lips. "I love you. I always have. I always will." Having spoken these momentous words, his lips closed over her mouth, discovering all over again the softness of her lips.

Kathryn's arms sneaked around his neck, pulling him to lie down beside her, keeping him close to her. Overwhelmed by his confession, although she had known about the depth of his feelings for quite some time now, it was all she could do not to burst of pure joy, because hearing those words from him made all the difference. Even if she had intended to deny her feelings, it would have been entirely impossible by now. She was once more crying, but then again so was he, she noticed as they broke apart.

"I love you so," Kathryn managed this time, although her voice was silenced by the strength of her emotions. Never had she imagined love being such a wonderful thing, never experienced it this way before. In an instant she realized what a fool she had been all these years, pushing him away with one hand only to keep him within her reach with the other, making their lives miserable over and over again. But that was past them now. There was a future full of love worth looking forward to.

Happier than either of them had ever been before, they snuggled down in bed, Chakotay covering them with her blanket, Kathryn using his chest as a pillow. Scant seconds later, they both were sound asleep, happy smiles on their lips.

THE END

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