CHOCOLATE MOUSSE
A totally sexy story for Janeway and Chakotay
by vanhunks
WARNING: Read only if you're 18 and over
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Paramount. The story is mine.
RATING: NC-17 : This story contains scenes of a very explicit nature between consenting adults. Simply move on if you're under eighteen, or don't like reading PWP smut pieces.
Summary: It's Kathryn's birthday and Chakotay has plans.
CHOCOLATE MOUSSE
Just inclining her head a little to the right was enough to make Kathryn blush all over her body. Chakotay's eyes were on the viewscreen, but earlier his hand had stolen surreptitiously across the small divide of the console between them to brush seductively over hers. It was a touch that brazenly asked, "Do you remember last night?"
After that - was it only a few minutes ago? - she had been itchy, recreating the images in her mind when she knew she had to concentrate on the nebulas in the distance. Her palms felt clammy, and her core stirred unceremoniously at the memories of last night. Another wave of unseen blushes, the unbidden swell between her legs and the spreading warmth there. She was wet. Again. Biting her lip to stem the flow of heat all over her body, she stared ahead, not daring to look at Chakotay again.
Even without looking at him, she knew he remembered too. But she also imagined his smile, a gentle smirk that reminded her that last night he was in control.
They had been lovers for some time now, had always been very vocal and sensual and wanton and wild at times. Rug burns aplenty and regeneration regularly. They were lovers, yes. They were in love. For sure. If she had experienced last night at Chakotay's hand as her first introduction into sex with him, she would forever have compared all subsequent lovemaking unfavourably with what happened on her birthday celebration.
Last night she was a queen, and Chakotay her slave who controlled her with mindless ease. She was palpitating again, her core throbbing, her need to have him inside her so great that she squirmed in her chair, trying to ease the fire in her cunt. She tried to keep her body as still as she could but the leaking was overwhelming.
"You're blushing, Kathryn," Chakotay whispered under his breath without looking away from the viewscreen.
"Spirits, Chakotay!" she muttered, mimicking his own invective when in the heat of…anything. She wanted to kill him right there for goading her and making her remember. Truth be told, she didn't need any help conjuring up the passion of the previous night.
She glanced around her very quickly, then rose from her chair. "The bridge is yours," she ordered as she fled to her ready room, not caring that Tuvok raised an eyebrow and Chakotay snorted inelegantly.
Once inside the safety of her ready room, she sat down on her smart couch, stretched her legs in front of her, spread her arms over the backrest and breathed deeply. Her mouth curved into a smile as she cupped her full breasts, still tingling, still tender. She closed her eyes, moaning deliciously as she squeezed her breasts gently.
"Damn you, Chakotay," she murmured as she remembered the previous day…
*****
The mess hall was almost deserted when Kathryn and Chakotay sat down to their meal, taken after they had extended their duty hours on the bridge. She had been exhausted and needed the peace of her quarters, but Chakotay had insisted they share something in the mess hall first.
Since they had become lovers, she had been constantly surprised by him, and most notably in their bedroom, or out of it, everywhere! He was attentive, suave, protective, but mostly, extremely attentive to her needs. Sometimes, coming off duty, there'd be a hot tub with scented water waiting for her and he'd insist she relax first before preparing their meal.
Surprise. She shook her head at the memory. When they had been friends - they still are - he had held off, and she had enjoyed his attentiveness and caring even then. Then, after that first night, the real Chakotay emerged.
The real Chakotay. She didn't want him any other way…
"You know what day it is tomorrow?" she had asked, just in case he forgot. She was testing him, knowing that he never forgot.
"I certainly do. No watch for you this time."
His mouth curved into a smile; she knew he remembered the day he gave it to her. Her birthday, three years ago. Her 'thank you' had included a kiss on his lips which flared into a passionate embrace. It was as if a fuse had just waited to be lit only to explode into sparks that had yet to die out.
"I may be Captain Janeway, but I'm just like everybody else. Surprise me, will you?"
She needn't ever give him such a directive. She never knew what he was thinking. In most respects she could read him like a book, but Chakotay was sometimes enigmatic. She liked that - the idea of dark secrecy, mystique about him. She had no idea what he was planning, but she knew it was going to be stupendous.
"Surprise, huh," he mouthed after stuffing some lettuce into his mouth.
"Yes. You know, those things that - "
"Shut up, Kathryn."
They had finished their meal in silence, though in a hurry to return to her quarters where she could lie in his arms, make love, talk. She wasn't going to pursue the matter of her birthday surprise, but her heart nonetheless hammered just thinking about what he'd come up with. The year of the watch had been a good year, a year in which they thrilled in becoming acquainted in bed.
*
Chakotay had been off duty after pulling a double shift the previous day and she guessed that should have alerted her, for he had all day to plan their evening. She ignored the looks of the crew, had become used to being under a microscope outside of her quarters and practically ran to her cabin when she came off duty.
Once inside…
There was the scent of roses in the air, the cabin thrown into soft, muted illumination. She gasped low, sharp. Dressed exquisitely in a black tuxedo that enhanced his glorious tan, the Latin heat exuding from him, Chakotay stood at the table. Transfixed, she floated towards him until she stood in front of him, feeling his heat, his passion. Something - a thousand little bells - rang in her head. On the table stood a single red rose in its long, fluted stem; she saw the wine, the glasses. She closed her eyes a second, and when she opened them again, Chakotay held a garment to her.
"You have twenty minutes to get into this."
"And good evening to you too," she croaked, finding her voice at last, but unable to keep her eyes off the dress.
Chakotay tilted her head as he pulled her into his embrace, his lips burning on hers. She was breathless, had trouble focusing as his mouth held hers captive. She moaned into him as her lips parted, wanting the touch to last forever. She felt her core spilling, knew her panty was soaking wet as her senses reeled from just his kiss. Reluctantly he drew her away from him.
"Get dressed, Kathryn," he said hoarsely, "before we ruin our lovely dinner."
She swallowed, then walked into her bedroom, still stunned by his kiss, stunned by the anticipation of what, she knew not. She just sensed he was planning something. Kathryn returned twenty minutes later, the long, deep burgundy gown clinging seductively to her, accentuating her curves. The thinnest of straps held the dress to her body. Her hair gleamed golden, on the one side tucked behind her ear. A diamond pendant Chakotay had given her on her last birthday glimmered starkly against her creamy skin and she wore a pair of matching earrings.
Chakotay felt his resolve almost breaking at the sight of Kathryn. But, he had planned this evening and wanted to enjoy and savour every single second of it. She sat down opposite him, her eyes smouldering and his loins on fire. So the dinner continued. The way Kathryn moved the fork to her mouth, the fullness of her lips as they covered the delicacy, an act of erotic pleasure. He ordered music.
"Chopin."
"Yes."
"Etude in E Major."
"Great musical expression…"
"Hmmm."
Chakotay gulped hard. Her bosom, the curves, the way the dress clung, the way every slight movement caused the dress to shimmer, became an exercise in extreme control.
"Kathryn, sweetheart, what besides that delectable body of yours is under that dress?"
She held the glass to her mouth. Her lips were slightly parted, the lower lip touching the rim of the glass. It was a gesture so erotic he felt himself hardening just looking at her as she played this game of seduction with him. Her lips moved. Spirits! He was mesmerised, looking at her, her throat working almost as if in slow motion. He had almost forgotten that he asked her a question until she spoke again, her voice husky, mellow.
"Nothing."
He tried to pull back, will his erection to strain down, order his mind to his goal for the evening. He gulped again, collected himself as best he could with his hardness now a little softened.
"Good."
"Chakotay, is this my birthday surprise?" she asked, waving at the table, its decorations, the food.
"Amongst others, Kathryn," he replied, his eyes heavy with desire as he looked at her, but inordinately proud that he could speak at least with a modicum of control.
"So...what are the others?" she purred.
Spirits…
"Establishing once and for all me in your life, sweetheart. The arrival of Chakotay, Wolf Man, Spiritwalker, the Return of the Angry Warrior, all made possible by the love of his life. You saved my life, Kathryn, " he murmured, his dark eyes smouldering as he looked at her. During the last communication with Starfleet Headquarters Kathryn had unequivocally demanded that the Maquis, especially he, be pardoned when they reached Earth one day. She had been no-nonsense about it. If truth he told, that was the sword hanging over him. Now, he could love her freely.
Kathryn's mouth curved into a smile.
"Then here's to Chakotay, lover extraordinaire," she said as she raised her glass.
"To us," he nodded.
She raised an eyebrow as she read the label on the bottle.
"Chardonnay Sauvignon Blanc, 2356. Impressive."
"The best vintage. A good year, Kathryn. As this year is going to be for us."
*
Later they danced. Kathryn was held possessively in his arms. His hand on her back and his chin on her hair, they moved around the floor. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his aftershave. From time to time he bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. Chakotay's nostrils twitched; he wanted to swoon from her heady perfume. She was intoxicating. He closed his eyes and moved with her. Once she raised her face to him and he pressed his lips in the hollow of her neck. The music was slow and seductive. It was from an old film, Sentimental Journey. Kathryn purred with contentment.
They were caught in a moment of magic, a moment in which everything aligned perfectly, a moment that everything came together, all their hopes and dreams, his desires, his feelings for her.
"I love you, Kathryn," he murmured, for the first time.
Kathryn's body stilled against him. He held his breath as she raised her head, her eyes dark and heavy with desire, yet clear with her understanding.
"I love you too, Chakotay," came her muffled reply as she melted into him again. He was hard again, this time unashamedly and free. He reveled, rejoiced that he could be like this with her. They held nothing back.
"Make love to me, Chakotay..."
"Yes...sweetheart..." he whispered against her ear as he lifted her off the floor and carried her to her bed.
She lay on her back, her arms above her head, looking incredibly wanton. He groaned with pleasure.
"For us tonight, the sweetest, most seductive love," he said in a hoarse voice. "Tonight I will give you pleasure, my sweet Kathryn, so erotic that you will remember it for a long time."
Kathryn turned her head to the side, her heavy eyes suddenly widening as she noticed for the first time the black satin sheets, the tray on the nightstand, and...
"Chakotay, what is this?" she whispered, deeply aroused.
"I'm going to worship your body, Kathryn."
"Worship… This is the nicest way to say happy birthday…"
"Undress me, Kathryn," he commanded as he looked at her with eyes smouldering with desire. Already he was breathing raggedly, but knew he had to remain in control. Kathryn started with his bow tie, then she hooked her fingers into the collar of his dress shirt, popping the tiny press studs open one by one. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders, her fingers grazing his skin as she did so. Chakotay gave a low groan as he felt her fingers kneading the muscles at his back, before the shirt dropped to the floor.
Bending down, she removed his shoes and socks. She bent slightly as she pushed his trousers down over his hips until he stepped out of it. Chakotay was rock hard, his cock springing hot and erect from the restraints of trousers and briefs. Kathryn blew her hot breath over his arousal and he groaned again, moaning further as she touched him. She looked at his torso, the well appointed, firm musculature, a fine glistening of sweat already creating a sheen. Holding his arms she pressed her head against his chest, and her lips covered his nipple. Then he gasped as she flicked it into an erect nub before nipping it with her teeth.
"Chakotay," she asked in a low, purring voice, "what are you going to do, besides making love to me?" Her eyes stole to the tray on the bedstand.
His only answer was to slip the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders, then allowed it to slink down her body. She was indeed naked, as she promised.
Spirits! She's beautiful.
For a few seconds he buried his face against her breasts, taking in her scent. She gasped as she felt his mouth against her. She threw her head back.
"Love me."
"Soon, my love..." he muttered as he lifted her and placed her lying down at the edge of the bed, so that her spread knees bent down, her feet almost touching he floor. Chakotay knelt before her, then tucked two pillows under her head and shoulders, so he could look in her face. He tucked a pillow under her hips, raising her slightly.
"Just lie still, sweetheart," he commanded as he brought the tray and placed it on the floor next to him.
"Chakotay?"
"Shhh..." he murmured, as he pressed her legs gently, but wide apart. Then he stroked her pussy, feeling the light curly hair damp with her juices. His thumb brushed over the skin that concealed the clitoris. Her skin was hot and fevered. He pressed his mouth against her pubis. She gasped at the moist touch of his mouth on her, his heated tongue flicking into her slit, toiling around until Kathryn squirmed with delight. Then he looked at her vagina again, now swollen from his touch, opening like flower petals. He groaned as he used his thumbs to caress the swollen lips and reveal the soft and now, very wet folds. "God, you are something, Kathryn," he murmured as her flower blossomed hotly for him. He looked at her face again; it was flushed with desire.
"Chakotay...I'm going to kill you..."
"Later..." he said as he spread white mousse over her vulva. With deft fingers he massaged the mousse into her skin. It was soft and smooth. "Here, taste," he said, sticking one finger between parted lips. Kathryn, surprised at the sweet, sticky taste, moaned with satisfaction. Chakotay licked the rest of the mousse from his fingers.
"Chakotay?"
"I'll be very gentle, Kathryn. Remember, this is for you...," he promised, as he held the dainty lady shaver in his hand.
Kathryn was like putty. For only a moment objection registered in her eyes. An old-fashioned method becoming all too erotic. Then she sighed and lay back and succumbed to his ministrations. Who said it couldn't be done? She trusted him. He was going to be careful and gentle.
How gentle Chakotay proved in the following minutes as he, in the most incredibly erotic of movements, began shaving her pubic hair. She groaned with the pleasure of it as he stroked carefully when he came to the soft folds. He lifted and held a fold gently between his fingers while he shaved in upward movements all around her, the blade only skimming in the softest of caresses. She felt herself becoming awash with the pleasure of feeling the blade shearing away every hair, every stroke causing ripples of desire to whirl through her body. Her juices spilled liberally as her senses reeled with every stroke of the blade as if it were his fingers caressing her.
"Chakotay... I'm going to..." she wailed as her pussy thickened, trembled in the onslaught of an orgasm. She raised her hips from the pillow, her muscles clenching as her body suffused with intense heat. Beads of sweat appeared on her face and neck.:
"Let it happen, Kathryn," Chakotay whispered as he held the shaver away, rubbing his thumb over her clit. She felt her body stiffen and heard a growl coming deep from her throat. She knew she was going to scream, the sounds bubbling from deep inside her; she arched her back, then cried out frantically as she crashed over. Her hips had lifted high from the pillow, and at the height of her orgasm, Chakotay's palm covered her freshly shaven pubis. Tears spilled from her eyes as she lay gasping, coming down from high, still throbbing agitatedly against his hand.
"There now, as smooth as a baby's bottom," he said, his smile a gentle tease.
"That was...incredible..."
Kathryn felt a warm cloth on her as Chakotay started gently wiping away the mousse after a few more strokes of the shaver. She looked down at his bent head. Reaching down with her hand she touched herself, feeling the whole area now completely naked and silky smooth. Strange, but erotic, extremely sensual. Chakotay planted a kiss where minutes earlier, her pubic hair had been, licking at her smoothness.
"I take it you have a plan with this, Chakotay..."
"Yes..." he said as he put the shaving tools on the tray. Then he rose above her, picked her up and let her lie fully on the bed.
He bent over her, his face very close to hers. She grabbed his head between her hands and kissed him. His mouth opened and her tongue darted in. He felt the heat going through his body as he tasted her tongue. Sighing, he broke off the kiss. He looked into her eyes, saw the need very evident in them, stroke her full breasts absently, his fingers rubbing the nipples. .
"You like chocolate, Kathryn?" he asked softly, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Of course," she said. "You cultivated my sweet tooth. What about you?"
"That, my sweet, is what I'm going to find out," he said enigmatically.
"Chakotay...?"
"I just love it when you purr my name like that, Kathryn."
He left the bed and walked to the replicator. Kathryn raised her head to try and see what he was doing, but her body, lethargic in the afterglow of her orgasm, slumped back against the pillows. He returned with what he had probably been hiding there probably all evening. In one hand a large brandy glass, filled with... and in the other, an artist's paint brush. Kathryn frowned heavily, too mute to ask about it.
Kathryn had raised herself again, half reclining on her elbow. Chakotay thought he would die. Her hair fanned about her face. Her lips were parted seductively, her breathing was shallow yet he could still see the rise and fall of her breasts. She looked wanton, seductive, feral. He felt the old siren call drawing him into her silken snare so inexorably, he welcomed the great sense of peace overcoming him.
"Chakotay..."
"Hmmm...?"
"Dare I ask how this mirror came to be attached to my ceiling?"
"And ruin the ambience of our evening?"
It was the first time she referred to the overhead mirror. She stared at her reflection. Her body lay against the black satin sheets, creamy white in stark contrast.
"Fine..." she whispered hoarsely as she lay back and let Chakotay, Wolf Man, Angry Warrior, consummate lover par excellence take her the rest of that evening to unimaginable heights.
He placed the glass on the bedstand and braced himself above her.
"Ready?"
"Hmmm..." was all she could manage.
He dipped the brush into the flowing chocolate and started brushing strokes on her body. All over her - her upper arms, her neck, her breasts, the belly, the shaven pussy. The bristled tickled as he flushed it over her vulva.
"It smells delicious..." she said, looking up at the ceiling. Her body was smooth, silky and creamy offset against the black sheets. The streaks of the dark chocolate criss-crossed on her skin. Criss-crossing? It looked like... Oh, God! The sensation of the brush over her skin proved too much as she curled in the tingling pins through her body. Desperate fingers gripped into the black sheets as the liquid chocolate covered her body, the sensation overwhelming, squirming, delicious.
She looked at Chakotay as he concentrated, his lips parted, breathing shallow.
"What is it?"
"Cape Velvet," he murmured. "Chocolate liqueur. Very smooth with just a hint of bitter - melts in your mouth. The not-so-innocent chocolate body paint," he said as he brushed over her breasts, making little chocolate circles round her nipples. The sensation of it was so erotic she was sure...
"Spirits! If you don't stop, Chakotay, I'm going to... Oh, God!"
She heaved, rocking into an orgasm as he teased the brush over her pussy. He could see her folds pulsing. He watched as she grunted, sobbing his name in an incoherent stammer. She looked at the ceiling again.
"I should have known..." she moaned as she saw Chakotay's name painted all over her body. The part that could be seen, anyway. Right over her smooth shaven pussy was the letter M.
"Because it's Mine," he said as he bent between her legs at last, his mouth against her centre.
"Chakotay," she groaned. "I'm dying...."
He lapped the chocolate; his tongue moved in long smooth licks over her slit. He felt her tense again as she pushed into him. Chakotay thought he'd die as Kathryn bucked against his mouth and climaxed, and holding her captured to him, closing his eyes as he felt her pulse into his mouth. He tasted the throbbing and enjoyed the sensation against his lips and tongue.
In the reflection of the mirror she watched Chakotay slowly work his way up her body. How strangely sensual it looked, she thought, his body over hers, watching the play of his back muscles as they twitched.
"Smooth and silky as your skin sweetheart," he breathed against her as his tongue dipped into her navel, licking up the chocolate.
She almost swooned as his mouth covered her left breast, the nipple and aureole in his mouth as he sucked the brandy flavoured liquid off her. Little cries of pleasure escaped as her entire body rocked with the sensation of a hundred shards of electric impulses. Her mind was in a whirl of sensual delight as she tried to retain a semblance of control. Finally she gave up as he attacked the other nipple, sucking the chocolate off her so strongly that she kept arching against him. Her mind still reeling, she hardly felt him as he inserted two fingers into her slit and started pushing into her.
Kathryn was lost to everything around her. It became blurring images of feeling, tactile responses and involuntary shudders as Chakotay sucked and licked and thrust with his fingers. She found a rhythm quickly, moving with him until she gasped almost painfully into him. Her hands kneaded her breast so that her nipple and aureole and thick flesh sank even deeper into his mouth. She willed him to suck harder, pushing nipple and aureole deeper into his mouth. Chakotay waited only a minute before he dipped his fingers now into the glass of chocolate cream liqueur and scooped out a dollop of the chocolate. This time he smeared the chocolate over her vulva and squeezed the rest of it into her slit.
"What was that?" she breathed as she felt something cold being inserted into her pussy.
Chakotay leaned forward over her again:
"You'll find out, sweetheart," he whispered against her mouth. She could smell the mix of brandy and chocolate and cream and her own releases on his mouth. Dipping his chocolate covered fingers into her mouth, he said:
"Taste..."
"Smooth, melting..." she purred as the creamy substance lingered for a second on her tongue. She closed her eyes.
"You like?"
"Hmmm... but what - "
"Patience, my love, you'll soon find out..."
"I love you, Chakotay..." was her response, her sheath closing over the object he inserted into her.
"I know," he whispered hoarsely before he trailed his hot lips down her body, reaching her centre till his mouth covered her again. Her hands held his head and she ran her trembling fingers through his hair and thought she'd swoon with the sensation of his mouth all over her. She looked at the ceiling, then closed her eyes again. He was lying with his head between her wide open legs.
He flicked his tongue into her centre, parting her folds and used his thumbs to press away the folds around her clit, rubbing in gentle circular motions. Nipping with his teeth at her folds, she bit her lips trying not to scream herself into an unconscious state. Her head felt woozy, her entire body damp with the mixture of perspiration and cream liqueur. Chakotay sucked at her slit until she rose against him again, exploding into a blinding orgasm.
In mindless, breathless wonder she kept her glazed eyes riveted to her reflection in the mirror. Her body jerked and shuddered as she cried his name, over and over. Releasing her pussy he slid up her body, took her hands in his and brought his mouth down on hers in a kiss; the instant her mouth opened under his, she felt him slipping the red cherry into her mouth.
She opened her eyes in total surprise.
"Wonderful..." he murmured as he watched her bite into the cherry, tasting its flavour that combined with the liqueur and her juices.
Her eyes closed again as she savoured the sensation of chewing, caught totally unawares as Chakotay straddled her while she chewed. At the same time he nudged her legs wide apart, his raging cock primed at the mouth of her pussy. The instant she swallowed he rammed into her, his swollen shaft plunging swiftly deep into her.
Chakotay felt Kathryn's muscles tightening around him and squeezing hard. He waited a moment for her to adjust.
"I love you, Kathryn Janeway," he whispered close to her face. Then he started moving into her; slow, lazy thrusts, the friction of his cock against the walls of her sheath so overpoweringly erotic, that he slowed down again. He did not want to let go yet, trying to hold back.
His hands cupped her head, his face close to hers as he grunted hoarsely, his thrusting movements becoming faster as she matched his rhythm. Her legs were raised so that her knees were bent, and her feet flat on the mattress. She almost climaxed just at the sight as she looked up in the mirror again and watched him move and thrust. He felt his body rising and rising as he began to stiffen above her and with a final heave, he pounded into her.
Sometime, something snapped, exploded into a nova that swelled and spread out over them and enveloped them in a haze of passion too great to control. She lost control, her body slipping away from her and soaring higher, higher until she could endure it no longer. She didn't know anymore if she cried his name, sobbed or screamed or keened like a mad howling dog. The sounds seemed to lift up and away so that she was lost. It was a feeling so intense, so overpowering that... It would be good if she could just lie down somewhere and breathe normally, float gently to her bed and lie still...
"Kathryn..." A voice that came from a way off.
"Kathryn." The voice stronger now, breaking through her passion-crazed senses.
"What...?" she slurred drunkenly as she opened her eyes and saw Chakotay lying on top of her, his mouth close to hers.
"You passed out, sweetheart."
"God, Chakotay..."
*******
Twenty minutes later they both relaxed in her tub, the water splashing over. Chakotay had placed a bottle of the Sauvignon Blanc with two flutes next to the tub.
When did he think up this evening of carnal pleasure? she had wondered as he lifted her from the bed, and carried her to the shower. They allowed the water to rinse down the rest of the liqueur from their bodies.
She had kissed him then, feeling him hardening again. Groaning, he turned her so that she braced her hands against the shower wall. He let her lean over and gently pressed the small of her back into a curve.
"Spread you legs, Kathryn."
She was beyond any reasoning as she complied.
"Wider," he whispered against her ear as he stood behind her, pressing his stiff shaft into her buttocks.
"Good..." he croaked as he held her buttocks and mounted her, entering her swiftly and without waiting, pumped wildly into her. All that could be heard above the rushing water were their grunts as Chakotay rode her until he gasped loudly then released himself in her, collapsing against her.
*
"Chakotay," she said now sitting in the tub, after taking a sip of the wine, "that was stupendous."
"I should hope so, sweetheart," he said with perfect candor in his dark, brooding eyes as he looked at her. "This evening was for you. Just for you. I owe you everything, Kathryn Janeway. Happy Birthday. I love you."
He leaned forward and kissed her gently.
"I love you," he said again softly, then looked at her in concern.
"What...?"
"Look..." and he pointed to her left breast. Just above and beneath the aureole were two rows of teeth marks. She looked down, surprised, as she didn't feel a thing.
"Good, it's time you marked me..." she muttered.
"I love you..."
"Yes, I know..." she whispered as she leaned back in the tub and just enjoyed the feeling of him there with her in the warm water.
"Chakotay...?"
"Hmmm..."
"The next one's on me. Expect the unexpected," she purred dangerously as she held her glass to him.
He clinked his flute against hers and said:
"You're on."
*******
Kathryn jerked to attention as her ready room door opened and Chakotay reached her in long strides.
"Have you been thinking of last night?" he asked.
As if he didn't know.
Kathryn gave a contented sigh as Chakotay sat down next to her and pulled her on his lap. She nestled closer, loving him more as each minute passed. It had been the greatest night of her life. She was tied to her warrior forever. She didn't want it any other way. She didn't want him any other way.
"I really cannot imagine a day without you," she whispered.
THE END