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LOVE-BUG
The bridge was not the place for Kathryn Janeway to make a pass at him. Not that she made any passes, but to Chakotay she could very well chat him up just by looking at him. A sexy glance would send him spinning to the galaxy's hell. They just returned from there and every ounce of resolve he'd had, was won with ice cold showers and meditating in freezing temperatures in the holodeck. Sometimes he managed to escape in a shuttle to cool down or do something (else!) to relieve the hellish itch in his crotch. Yes, that.
As long as Kathryn looked, glanced, batted eyelids, touched, caressed, held his hand, "accidentally" brushed her leg against his under the table while in the mess hall of all places, he was finished. He'd thought the Antarctic was a good place for the heat to melt from every pore in his body. What did she know of the heat that swamped his body? Worse than the molten lava in the caves on Qo'noS. That's what happened to him every time Kathryn glanced at him.
There was the common conversation after one such footsie caress… "Excuse me, Captain…"
"Quite excused," she whispered, her mouth curving into a vicious smirk. He hated her, really, really hated her in those moments when the crew snickered as he made his exit.
He'd spent half hour in his shower, and looking down cursed the embarrassing result of losing control. Like a red hot poker his manhood stood and mocked him as he turned the water to the coldest setting before he'd be normal again.
That was what Janeway did to him. Make him run to his shower, time after time after time.
Sometimes sitting next to her, eyes on the viewscreen, he could feel his skin crawl, just knowing she must have cast a glance at him.
He loved her, that was no 'maybe' about his feelings. He was going to love her to the end of his life and beyond, if that were possible. But Kathryn maddened him. She made him hate her and love her, love winning out after succumbing once again to the ice cold shower in his quarters. She didn't even have to do a thing except look at him. What in hell's damnation was wrong with him?
But telling Kathryn how he felt was like Nebuchadnezzar's dream of the statue of gold with its feet of clay. Coward he was, admitting to his greatest weakness for fear she'd reject him. Fear! He had feet of clay! What if he even mastered his fear, summoned up enough courage and whispered to her about his feelings? More Antarctica in the holodeck and more showers in his bathroom? More excursions in his shuttle which the crew - damn them all! - had come to name the "Shakedown"?
So on this good morning Chakotay kept his eyes glued steadfastly to the main viewscreen, or burn a hole into Paris's back. Did he imagine Paris squirming? Chakotay daren't look away or he'd be in trouble.
As Voyager continued her hazardous journey across hostile space avoiding hostile warmongering races bent on destroying their ship, Captain Janeway cast a glance at Commander Chakotay, her hand stole to cover his.
He instantly felt her eyes on him but dared not return her look. Already his skin crawled and his loins began heating to the point of embarrassment. Oh, Lava caves on Qo'noS! What was he to do? Lava and bugs. The image impinged on his brain with fierceness. Why did he suddenly think of scarab beetles? The ones that could consume a human and leave nothing for other common insects? He gasped suddenly as a node appeared on his hand and crept up his arm. And one up his leg, one up his back, one on his buttock. He squirmed.
But it was only his imagination running riot with him. There were no scarabs but they could very well be by the way his skin crawled. He felt breathless, gasping a little for air. How was there no nebula or a fleet of alien vessels on the viewscreen that could divert his attention from two very sexy eyes and an even sexier voice?
"Chakotay…"
Oh, lava caves on Qo'noS! He was on fire!
"Uh…yes, Captain?" he croaked.
"Can I take you somewhere?"
Hell's damnation! Take me back to the depths of the galaxy! She's a giant scarab about to consume me! Let me rather fall into molten lava and die there!
Only then he summoned the courage to look at her. He was on fire, drowning in lust for her. Oh, where was Nebuchadnezzar now? Give me feet of clay!
Answer her, in the name of the ancient king of Babylon!
YES, NO, YES, NO, YES, NO, YES!
"Yes, Captain."
Then she purred, "Call me Kathryn."
A boiling lump formed in his throat at the tone of her voice. She was making love with just a whisper, in the name of Nebuchadnezzar!
"Kathryn…" Scarab beetle.
Oh, hell, let her eat me!
"Come," she ordered, taking his hands, right under the watchful eyes of Paris, Kim and Tuvok. Seven of Nine looked resentful and disgruntled, but who cared? He rose to his feet, careful not to show his bulge as Kathryn handed the bridge to Tuvok and hurried to the turbolift.
They went to her quarters first, Chakotay following like a lamb to slaughter, or an Egyptian buried alive in a tomb with an army of scarab beetles. He rather fancied being in a tomb with Kathryn and being eaten by her. Akhenathen eaten alive by Queen Amunet…
He stood there, his hands folded protectively across his crotch area. Was he coming or going? What was happening in his head? A swirling mass of sexual energy had taken hold of him. What did she want with him?
"Nervous?" she asked, to which he nodded mutely. She entered a few commands on her computer. Then she stood next to him and flung her arm round his waist. She looked once at the bulge in his pants, ignoring his grunts of embarrassment. One hand caressed his crotch. Chakotay gasped.
"Close your eyes," she murmured. He obeyed. What else could he do? Next moment they were engulfed in the transporter beam. It lasted only a few seconds.
"Open your eyes."
And was he surprised!
A brightly lit state of the art interior, such as he had not even seen on the Delta Flyer! They stood in what he presumed was the lounge. It looked brand new, almost never used.
"Where are we?" he asked as he looked around him. Beautiful sleek lines, a short flight of stairs that led to another section. A bedroom? Or a tomb? Or an army of ants?
"You're on my yacht, Chakotay," Kathryn replied, her hands furiously working at his crotch, massaging and squeezing. He wanted to jump away from her hands. "You've seen the ship's schematics. This runabout is embedded under the ship's saucer section." she said calmly.
He suddenly found his voice.
"I thought it was only an outline under the saucer," he quipped. "A drawing…"
"My ship, my yacht," she murmured as she raised her heavy-lidded, aroused eyes.
"I…know…" he croaked as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, then slowly dragged him to the mystery tomb down the stairs to the aft section.
There was a bed! It was not a coffin or a sarcophagus, but the images of thousands of scarabs persisted. How he was without clothing in the next few minutes he couldn't begin to compute, for Kathryn was as naked as he. Was he dreaming? No, she stood flush against his body, his bulge jutting awkwardly against her belly. He was drunk with love. What was happening? What were all his fantasies about a woman who was untouchable to him? Now she rubbed her pelvis against him. She was naked, for the love of Akhenathen! That was real, no dream at all. His little accidents in bed were over at last, the spirits be praised!
Whatever Kathryn wanted to do, she could do, even make love to him in an Egyptian sarcophagus, if it came to that. It suddenly felt as if he had no will at all, that Kathryn was having her sexy way with him. Did he mind? How could he, since he had no will?
And then she went down on her knees, her eyes glued to his swaying, hot, engorged member. Such a generic name for a hard as rock penis. He could feel her mouth touching him. Was there a tongue lashing? Lips that slickly covered him?
Help…!
Chakotay choked on his breath, briefly outraged and surprised. Dream became reality as he relaxed slowly, letting her do her magic. He was beyond any objection, beyond the ability to mount a counterstrike, the beauty of the bedroom suddenly a haze as he collapsed against her, temporarily spent as his bucking finally ended in a rousing climax. She wasn't finished as she rose to her dainty feet and met his gaze, her mouth red and her eyes heavy with desire. Urging him to the bed, she pushed him down and straddled him, her hands clasping his head. If he wanted to leave, it was impossible the way she held him. He didn't want to leave, not in a thousand years.
"Fuck me…" she ordered.
He gazed at her for endless seconds, considering a hundred scenarios, including doing it in a tub or coffin or empty wardrobe or upon her desk top, anywhere but a bed. He thought of her coarse injunction. That suggested a wild, unforgiving plunder into her depths with animal-like force. How could he? She was the love of his life, a queen to be respected and revered! His throat worked. He had to respond to her order.
"No, dear, sweet Kathryn, I will make beautiful love to you and worship your body," he said. "I will ravage you later the way you want. Right now, let me love you very sweetly!" Nebuchadnezzar's statue had suddenly grown two feet of solid rock! He had a voice, by the love of the ancient king!
And so Chakotay, struck with renewed audacity began to worship Kathryn. For a whole hour there was only the sound of their breathing, their gasping and keening, a sweetness and holiness in the air, such as his queen deserved. Finally, sated from their lovemaking, they lay side by side on the bed, holding hands, enjoying the ambience and smell of love and sex, comfortable with their nudity. He finally noticed the beauty of the room, his mind clear. It was made for living, of that he was certain. There were two wardrobes, a dressing table, an empty vase. Soon he'd fill it with a bunch of peace roses. He was in her lair and he was here to stay.
"You were always a distant star, Kathryn," he said at last, without looking at her. "So I lived with you in my mind and heart, run over by wild imaginings. Sometimes my mind and heart refused to co-operate and I'd find myself…I'd find myself…" Suddenly a thickness in his throat.
"Relieving yourself in ice cold showers?"
No embarrassment this time. He was with his Amunet, his love, his everlasting joy from whom he could no more hide his shame of working himself in a shower cubicle.
"Amongst others. Sometimes my skin crawled when you glanced at me or touched me. I'd be on fire hotter than the lava caves on Qo'noS. I even imagined scarab beetles crawling under my skin trying to devour me. Me, in a sarcophagus was a desired place to be so I could - could be…"
"Consumed by hell's damnation? Imagine you're Akhenathen and I am Amunet?"
"You understand? About Akhenathen and Amunet? "
"Try me, Chakotay," Kathryn said, lifting herself to her side to look at him, her eyes filled with love. He felt like exploding again. He was breathless!
"Well?" he asked.
Kathryn caressed his cheek, noting how agitated he became, knowing the effect she had on him.
"Every time you came close to me," she said, "I was on fire. You know, like ancient scarab beetles crawling all over me and the fires of Mount Doom ready to consume me? Lying in a sarcophagus with Akhenaten desiring to be devoured by him? It was no fun playing with myself in the tub, Chakotay. You know what I mean. Holodeck characters weren't an option if I couldn't have you. I was burning, my love, burning, and squirming and too much aware of duty and command. Inside me there were these wars."
He understood about wars.
"It happened to you too?" he asked, surprised by her admission. Practically the same - ants, crawling skin, tubs, sarcophagus… "You didn't perhaps dream of a king's statue with feet of clay?"
"Nebuchadnezzar? How did you know? Yes!"
"And then?" he asked. "What did you do?"
"I decided to hell with starving myself. I can… No, we can have it all - "
"All? Like letting go on Voyager and the crew applauding both? Like being burned alive and not minding it one bit? You were in a sarcophagus too?" he asked.
"As much as I wanted to be eaten alive by Akhenathen. I wanted you, so very badly. I cursed myself whenever I thought of boundaries and duties. Finally I stopped stalling, stopped considering outside forces, rules. Just stopped. I hated and at the same time desired the devouring fire, the crawling bugs. You understand that. I'm free now and it is liberating! This is us, Chakotay, and this," she said, waving her hand about them, "is our place…"
"No one has come here?"
"My yacht, my home, by my invitation only. You are the first, and let me say, the only and permanent forever stay right here invitee to my special place. It really is our place now. You can view the specs - quite interesting when Voyager's plans were still in the design stage back in the year nought. Gave old man Paris a few additional suggestions which he gleefully accepted."
"Suggestions like…what?" Chakotay asked.
"You'll find out soon."
Chakotay was already impressed with the bedroom! Then he remembered something. He sat up with a look of mild consternation.
"The crew! We left in full blooming view of the bridge officers. It was embarrassing, but thank you for saving me. So, what about them?"
"Right now, we're in holodeck 2 with privacy lock to a programme called "Speak friend and ye shall not enter."
Chakotay smiled, relief surging through his body. "How long do we have here?"
Kathryn smiled, dropped a kiss on his lips. A minor explosion and some bomb debris later, she answered him. "We have twenty four hours. We both have several weeks leave due which we can take in increments as they suit us. I've let Tuvok in on our plan - "
"Our plan?" he interjected.
"Yes, my love. We're in this together. Right now we're glued to Voyager, but next time we come here, we're taking the Love-Bug for a spin and give Tom's Delta Flyer with its toggle switches a run for her money."
"Love-Bug. I love that. I love you."
"Ditto."
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