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It’s been almost two weeks since the last time they were in the holodeck together, and it started out as intentional and then there’s been one crisis after another and Kathryn would love to take Chakotay back to the holodeck, but she’s exhausted and uncreative and the last time Chakotay almost said something that he’s been almost saying all along and she’s not ready for that.
Finally—finally—there’s a moment of peace and Kathryn looks at the holodeck schedule and sees that the next five hours are free and what the hell, captain’s privilege, books them for herself. “Commander,” she tells Chakotay, who looks about as worn-down as she feels. “Approve this, will you? I’m going to collapse into bed,” and maybe that’s obvious but she’s not up to being subtle right now. He looks down at the padd and then his eyes flick back up to hers, almost hopeful. She nods the slightest bit and says, “Mr. Tuvok, you have the conn.”
The holodeck doors open onto their cabin. It’s a little bigger now, the bed hidden back in a separate room, but there’s a fire in the fireplace and a thick woven rug on the floor in front of it, and when she collapses down onto it, she almost thinks she could fall asleep like this. The computer has dressed her in nothing but Chakotay’s old shirt and her underwear, or maybe she told it to do that, or maybe Chakotay programmed it to do that automatically. Whatever the reason, the shirt is soft and worn and more comfortable than anything else she could be wearing.
“Captain?” Chakotay walks in. “There is—a bed, if you want it.” His gaze rakes over her and she thinks that he wasn’t the one to put her in this outfit.
“I’m too comfortable here to get up,” she admits. “It’s your own fault, Chakotay. You moved the bed too far away.”
He ducks his head and smiles a little as he pulls off his boots. When he sits down next to where she’s sprawled on the rug, he strokes her forehead. “We can sleep and nothing more,” he tells her, as though he’s the one in charge of these scenarios. “Or—”
“I’m open to suggestions,” Kathryn says. “As long as I have to do absolutely nothing.” Chakotay flashes a grin and leans down to kiss the top button of her shirt. She feels the warmth of his breath and amends, “Well, almost nothing.”
He shifts to kiss one nipple through the fabric. “Last time we were here, I asked if you could come just from this. Let me try?”
“All right.” It comes out a little too breathy. “You can try.”
Her nipples are stiff against the worn cloth of his shirt, even more so when he cups her breast and sucks at one nipple through the cloth. It’s entirely different than what she expected, the damp rasp of fabric across her bare skin, and that in itself has her breathing harder. When he moves to the other nipple, the wet spot is chilly against her skin. Only when he’s finished with the other nipple—when she’s broken out in goosebumps from the cold, even though the rest of her body is warm—does he unbutton the shirt very slowly, just far enough that he can spread it open to expose her breasts. “I like the way you look in my shirt,” he says against her skin, and the vibration of it makes her shiver.
“I know.” Then, as a challenge: “Is that all you’re going to do?”
“Sorry, Captain,” he says, and bites her nipple just hard enough to sting as he pinches the other sharply. She grips the back of his head hard and holds him there as he sucks at it, tongue flickering back and forth across it, until he bites again and she arches into it. He holds her nipple between his teeth a little longer this time, tugging a little until she whines, and then pulls off entirely.
“Is that all?” she asks again, and he switches to the other nipple, teeth and then tongue and then teeth. He’s kneeling between her legs and she can see that he’s hard, knows that she’s soaking wet and it would all be over if she let him fuck her and she won’t.
Chakotay sits back, though he keeps rolling her nipples gently between his fingers. “You’re gorgeous,” he says. “Captain, you’re—”
“Less talking,” she tells him, because she’s rapidly losing control of this situation and because she does want his mouth back on her skin. Her underwear is a mess, her thighs wet, her nipples throbbing and she almost cries out when she pulls his head back down. He licks gently now, steadily, and when she tilts her head so she can see him, it’s almost unbearable, the sight of him watching her as his tongue moves across her nipple. “Good,” she tells him. “You’re—doing well,” and she can feel how close she is to coming, the feeling just out of reach. She wants his mouth on her clit, his cock inside her, would come almost instantly, and she could end this at any second. “Suck it again,” she says, “and don’t touch yourself until I say you can.” She has his hips gripped tight between her thighs, just a few inches away, and it’s taking everything she has not to pull him closer and rub off against him. Chakotay catches her nipple between his lips and sucks at it, and Kathryn says, “Computer, execute command #23.”
He lurches against her as the cock ring materializes around his cock. “Captain—”
Kathryn pulls his head back down again as the ring starts to vibrate gently—she can feel it where she’s holding his hips—and he’s less measured now, less considerate, fingers tight on one nipple whenever he’s licking the other. She can feel the way his hips keep trying to twitch, the way he’s starting to shake a little, and in the end it’s the desperate noise he can’t quite swallow that finally pushes her over the edge. The orgasm hits so hard that her legs go limp and his hips thrust forward against hers, and who knows if it’s the contact itself or the vibration but it makes her come again—or maybe the first orgasm doesn’t quite end, but she knows that she’s shuddering through it and he’s saying, “Captain—Captain, please—” in that choked voice.
“Get your pants off,” she tells him, and he scrambles awkwardly to do it, until his cock is exposed and she’s pushing him onto his back so she can slide down onto it. There are still little tremors running through her and she just sits like that for a moment, relishes the feeling of his cock inside her as she tightens around it, the vibration of the ring that’s restraining his cock. He knows better than to grab her thighs but his hands are fisted in the tails of his shirt still half-buttoned around her.
“Kath—Captain,” he says, and the word comes out garbled, like he’s rapidly becoming nonverbal. “Kathryn—”
She hasn’t told him that he can call her Kathryn this time, but it doesn’t matter, they’re on the floor of the house that he built them and she says “Computer, 24,” and the vibrating ring is gone. Just like that he’s coming inside her, eyes half-blind as he stares up, and it’s almost violent, the way that his body jerks. He does grip her thighs then, like he’s holding on for dear life, and Kathryn circles her fingers around his wrists and holds them tight.
When they finally separate, they lie on the rug panting a little. “I’m going to sleep now,” Kathryn says eventually, “and I will be very displeased if anyone wakes me up before the holodeck time terminates.”
Chakotay rolls to press his forehead against the side of her head and half-kisses her ear. “Duly noted, Captain.” Almost tentatively, he wraps one arm around her, and Kathryn relaxes back against him. “I—”
“Tell me tomorrow,” Kathryn murmurs.