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HEADCANON/PROMPT #1: Enjoying a refreshing swim on a resort program in the holodeck, stepping out into the halls and laughing, “Haha, I’m dripping!” Chakotay has to excuse himself to quarters.
Palau Resort Holoprogram
Holodeck Two, Deck Six, USS Voyager
Delta Quadrant
May 2373
Looking back, Kathryn should have known how it was going to end. She and Chakotay had just begun moving past being awkward and tense with each other since their return to Voyager from New Earth. They were friends again, both saying they understood why they couldn't be in a relationship while on board.
Each had saved up their holodeck rations and when they discovered the other had, they pooled them together. The captain and first officer, on a rare day off together, had a combined four hours to relax and enjoy Neelix's resort holoprogram with each other.
They had spent most of the time lazing by the pool sunbathing. Kathryn caught his appreciative glances at her bright blue one-piece and sarong. She couldn’t help practically drooling over how good he looked in swim shorts and shirtless, bronzed skin gleaming in the holographic sun.
She would traditionally never use oil, not with her porcelain white Celtic skin, but Kathryn liked using it on the holodecks because it was safe and it made the program seem more realistic. She had enjoyed watching Chakotay furtively watching her rub it on all over her front.
When he offered to assist her with her back, Kathryn rolled over in her stomach. As his hands massaged the oil in, she couldn’t help a moan slipping out. She hoped he hadn’t heard her, but when Chakotay’s hands faltered and the sexual tension ratcheted up, she knew he had. To distract themselves, he offered to teach her the Talaxian version of horseshoes. But the tension became even worse as they watched each other bending over, so they tried hydrosailing.
Marayna outfitted them both, then started on Chakotay's lesson. Kathryn had hydrosailed a couple of times before, so she had at least the basics down. Or so she thought. Apparently, it wasn't just like riding a bicycle.
One of the other entertainment directors tried coaching her from the shore. Unfortunately for the entertainment director, the captain still wound up in the water several times. When the computer chimed to inform them they had five minutes left, Kathryn barely made it to shore before flipping over one last time, laughing hysterically.
Chakotay came riding up on his board perfectly. After assuring everyone she was fine, Kathryn gathered her belongings and excused herself as Tom and Harry trooped in. Chakotay followed, offering her his towel.
Stepping out into the hallway, Kathryn nearly ran into Kes because she was laughingly looking back and telling Chakotay, “I’m dripping!”
He blanched, then abruptly excused himself to his quarters. Kathryn and Kes watched him practically run down the hallway. Turning to the Ocampan, the captain asked, “What was that all about?”
Kes blinked at her. She was once again sensing the sexual tension rolling off the command team. Before New Earth, it had been commonplace, but since their return, it had been suppressed, although still simmering. “Captain,” she said gently. “I’m only three … but even I understood that as innuendo.”
It was Kathryn's turn to blanch. “Oh … fuck,” she muttered before remembering a member of her crew was present. She went from white to red, blushing profusely. “I beg your pardon for my language, Kes,” she began before the other woman held up a hand to stop her.
“I’ve heard worse, Captain.” Taking Kathryn’s arm, Kes guided her down the hallway. “I understand you didn’t truly mean it as innuendo … but … and I don’t always use my power, I promise, Captain … but I could feel … between you two … you know …” she trailed off, blushing, as they arrived at a turbolift.
Kathryn knew exactly what she meant. “Yes, I understand, Kes. Thank you,” she said as the lift arrived. “I’m going to go straighten this out now.” The captain caught Kes’s hopeful smile as the door hissed closed.
On Deck Three, Kathryn marched herself to Chakotay's quarters, working up her nerve along the way. When she arrived, she aggressively hit the door chime. When he didn’t reply immediately, she hit it again. Kathryn hit it a third time and was about to punch in her override code when the doors hissed open, revealing a disheveled and barely robed Chakotay toweling off his hair.
“I was in the shower … what’s wrong, Kathryn?” he asked worriedly. “You kept hitting the chime.”
“I didn't mean it like that,” she blurted out as she pushed past him into his quarters. “I wanted to apologize.” Chakotay turned from the doors, and they closed behind them. He watched her pace in front of his replicator, her towel forgotten by the door. “Things were getting back to … normal … between us.”
"Kathryn—” he began, but she cut him off.
“—And I probably just messed it all up. I was not trying to lead you on back there.”
“Kathryn—”
“—You understand why we can't be together on Voyager .”
“Kathryn—”
“—It’s not that I don’t want to … it’s that we can’t …” She whipped around and crashed into Chakotay, who was directly behind her. His hands gently grasped her upper arms while her hands landed on the bare skin of his chest that was showing through his gaping robe. Looking up at his face, finding the same hunger in his eyes that she was feeling, Kathryn whispered, “Oh … fuck it,” before pulling him down into a passionate kiss.
There were no words between them as he grabbed her ass and hauled her up against his body. Kathryn practically climbed him as he turned and walked them towards his bedroom. He was wearing nothing underneath his robe; she was just in her bathing suit and sarong.
Chakotay looked at her questioningly as he gently lowered her onto his bed. “Yes, please,” she whimpered, reaching up and over to loosen his robe's belt. He smiled at her and shook his robe off. Kathryn practically ripped off her sarong.
“Like what you see?” he asked with a dimpled grin at her moan.
“Oh … fuck yes,” she whispered, taking in his completely nude body. Kathryn began fighting with her wet bathing-suit straps. Chakotay stilled her hands and with one swoop pulled the suit off her body.
Looking down at her now naked form, he smiled lasciviously. “And I certainly like what I see,” he whispered, joining her on the bed, covering her body with his.
“We shouldn’t,” Kathryn whimpered as Chakotay trailed kisses down her torso.
“I know … but maybe going cold turkey was a bad idea,” he mumbled into her thigh. “Maybe we should try weaning ourselves off one another …”
She yelped as he licked her clitoris. “Yes! You know what I like!” As he began suckling, Kathryn wove her hands through his hair and guided him. When he hit the right spot, she pressed his face in and told him, “Right there,” and propped her feet up on his shoulders. “What was that about weaning … oh, fuck yes … ourselves off one another. Not a bad … Oh baby, yes … idea. We were used to it … gods, that fucking tongue of yours is magical … to having each other ... Mmmmmmm … several times a day. Then, nothing. Let me think … oh … Chakotay … oh yes … oh yes. You’re so good… fuck! Fuck!” she screamed as she came hard, riding his mouth.
After he lapped her up, Chakotay looked up at her and grinned. Kathryn was gripping the sheets, her legs spread wide, panting. She looked down at him and said, “You’re always so pleased with yourself afterward.” She barely suppressed a grin at the satisfied look on his face.
"I made my woman scream with pleasure – of course, I’m pleased with myself,” he told her. He began kissing his way up her body, covering her with his again. “And now … I'm going to fuck you. Hard.”
“So sexy when you talk dirty,” she mumbled right before he kissed her. Kathryn licked his face and lips; she loved tasting herself and he knew it. “Yum.”
“That’s so hot, baby,” he chuckled as she kissed him.
Neither spoke again; they didn’t need to. Their bodies did the talking. She moved her thighs up, making room for his hips. In one swift, smooth movement, he thrust his thick long length into her slick heat. Kathryn shrieked as he set a quick desperate pace.
Chakotay was rock hard and she was soaking wet. His balls kept slapping her achingly sensitive center as he pumped in and out of her frantically. She keened as she came again, raking her nails up and down his back. He grunted and shifted, trying to last just a bit longer, but eventually, her clenching around his swollen cock sent him over the edge. Chakotay bellowed her name as he slammed into her one last time, emptying himself inside of her.
When Kathryn had milked him for every last drop, he collapsed on top of her. She wound her arms and legs around his hips and pulled him as close as they could get. He was still buried inside of her. They laid panting together, holding each other, until Chakotay softened and slipped out of her. Kathryn whimpered as he did.
In a well-practiced move, she let go of him and he rolled off her. Once on his back, he gathered her to him, her head resting on his chest. Neither spoke for a long while; they just basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Finally, she spoke, “Fuck … that was amazing.” He grunted his agreement. “I do think your idea has merit.” Chakotay chuckled knowingly. Kathryn smacked his chest. “I’m serious. We were both so wound so tight that we snapped. Even the three-year-old noticed.” He laughed. “It's not funny… well… yeah, it is. Oh gods,” she groaned.
“Kes would be the last person to say anything,” he told her, rubbing her back.
“I know … it’s just … you know …”
“I do.”
“Soooo … what does this make us? It’s not ‘friends with benefits’ …”
“No,” Chakotay said firmly. “We’re beyond that. I still love you.”
“And I love you. But we can’t … too many responsibilities … too many lives in our hands.” Kathryn sighed.
“Maybe once or twice a—”
“—week.”
“I was going to say month … but I can go with a week.”
She laughed. “Let’s start weekly, then go from there. If it’s not working in six months, if we're not slowing down, we’ll reassess then.”
“Sounds good to me,” Chakotay agreed. “What shall we do for the rest of the night?”
Kathryn looked up at him. “You’ll do me again in about thirty minutes, then we'll have dinner. After that …”
“I’ll probably do you again … then sleep.” He grinned as she laughed at his plan, noting she didn’t contradict him.