The Reawakening
by Kadith
Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: All things trek belong not to me but to the idiots who call themselves TPTB!

Author's Note: I began this a couple of years ago, and it was posted as UFS. Well with some help from Ris I finally managed to work out an ending. So here it is… finally finished! Also, I believe the only groups to have originally gotten it are 13, 14, and 16... thus I'm putting REP (repost) in the heading of the first 2 parts. This is new to all other groups.

In the dark something stirred, it moved slowly, stealthily, like a predator. It crouched low and watched as the stranger moved closer, searching but unsure of what she would find. She rounded the curve and stopped, peering into the blackness. The creature shrank back, moving deeper into the dark abyss, but it sensed that it could be seen, despite its efforts.

The stranger leered, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I know you're there, come forward, I have something for you."

The creature's brow rose, it crept forward a few yards, but still remained in the shadows. "What do you want?"

"I've come to ask something of you, and grant you something in return. She lifted her hand, palm up, and a ball of flame burst forth, illuminating the cavern. "There, I like to be able to see those I am propositioning." She made a disgusted sound and wrinkled her nose, "This place could really use some redecorating.

"Who are you?" The creature snarled.

She smiled, but it was devoid of everything but her own arrogance. "But my dear, I am Q." When the creature's eyes flashed with disbelief she clucked her tongue, "No, I'm not *that* Q, but a Q just the same."

"So what do you want with me?" The creature rose and stepped forward ready to bolt if necessary.

"We have a common problem, and because I'm incapable of taking care of it, I'm offering you the chance to do it yourself. You see, she's become a nuisance to me and I am no longer willing to allow her to go on living. But I have one little problem, the continuum favors her, and if I were to get rid of her I would be severely punished." She moved around slowly, walking in a circle around her new pet. "But you on the other hand could do it for both of us, you mean nothing to the continuum and could care not what you do. You see if our dear sweet friend loses her life they are powerless to change it, they simply must find a new distraction."

"And what is to keep them from punishing me?

"Simple, you're insignificant, an insect. They wouldn't waste their time with you."

The creature nodded, "I see, and what is in this for me? You said we shared this problem, if so, who is it?"

"If you dispose of her, I'll grant you your life back, but if you fail you return to this...hell of yours. And believe me, you would enjoy this mission of yours. For dear sweet Kathryn has wronged you as she has me, stealing those important to me. So what say you my pet?"

The creature's eyes flashed brightly with hatred, "Janeway. I'll do it. But stop addressing me as your pet."

The female Q smiled, "Alright my friend, you have a week. Fail, and spend all eternity reliving your worst failure." With a flash she was gone, leaving the creature alone.

***

She laughed as they rounded the bend in the corridor, "Well you know, there are worse things than being caught on holo-vid completely unexpectedly."

He grunted, "You wouldn't be saying that if it had been you."

"Really Chakotay, I don't see what you're problem is." She stopped and stared at him, her eyes were dancing, the sight of him covered in Neelix's orange gooey Leola doe fresh in her mind. She remembered hearing about the incident, how the Talaxian had sneezed sending the bowl in his hands flying. It had been Chakotay's good fortune to find himself on the receiving end of the bowl. Or bad fortune, depending on how you looked at it. "That vid of you was an excellent morale booster, the crew will be laughing at it for days."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "I'm so glad that I've amused you. Frankly Kathryn, now that I know the doctor is taking donations for his little Holo-collection, I may have to give him the one of you from New Earth. On our last day, trying to get into the uniform that was suddenly a bit too snug..."

Her voice lowered, the sparkle in her eyes diminishing a little, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh would I?" He winked at her and turned around, presuming his course down the corridor. "And if I didn't, there's always the one of you tearing the mess hall apart searching for coffee. And Doc still has that one he snapped of you from that trip with the Delta Flyer, you remember, where you fell into Tom's lap. I'm sure the crew would really enjoy that one, his hands were in all the *right* places. Or wrong ones, depending on who you ask." He snickered; fully enjoying the death glare he could feel boring into the back of his head.

"You're evil, I hope you know that!" She put her hands on her hips and turned to go back the way she'd come, deciding he didn't deserve her presence in the mess hall.

He stopped, laughing at her response. "Oh come on Kathryn, you started it." He turned to follow her, jogging to catch up. "I was just getting even!" He noticed the way she held herself, back ramrod straight, "Don't be this way, it was a joke."

She stopped, grinning from ear to ear and started to turn. As she did so she caught sight of something in the corner of her eye. A figure materialized between them, facing Chakotay. She opened her mouth and started to lunge forward, even as the weapon was raised, but she wasn't fast enough. Everything happened in slow motion, the hooded figure fired, hitting Chakotay square in the chest, then disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She ran to his side, dropping to her knees next to him, his face was already far too pale. She pressed a hand to his neck, desperately feeling for a pulse. The one she found was far too faint to last long, she struck at her combadge with one hand as she pulled his head into her lap with the other, "Medical emergency! Two to beam to sickbay."

The bulkheads dematerialized around her, but an unfamiliar cavern was where she found herself materializing. Kathryn looked around frantically, reaching for her combadge only to find it gone. She squinted in the darkness, looking for Chakotay, but he too was gone. A deep growl caught her attention and she whipped around, startled by the familiarity of it. She froze, a gasp bursting through her control, "Seska!"

He awoke to a deep searing pain that radiated outward from his chest and anchored itself in his head. The groan that escaped his parched lips and dry throat only seemed to increase the sharp pain in his head. He didn't dare open his eyes, finding some solace at least in the dark abyss. His fingers flexed beside him, more a reflex than will, but that at least convinced him he was lying on a bed of some kind, or a cot. He gritted his teeth as a hand brushed his shoulder, the slight action sending spikes of pain up his body. He tried to open his eyes then, wanting to know who had touched him and where he was. His lids were heavy and opened slowly, allowing the bright lights above to obstruct his vision. The pain in his head increased, and he blinked quickly, trying to fight the urge to close his eyes again.

"Welcome back Commander." The sound swam within his head, he was only vaguely aware of the owner. "You had us worried for a while."

He recognized the voice as the EMH's and opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a barely audible, strangled whisper. "How long?"

"Almost two days, about 38 hours to be exact." The doctor pressed a hypo to his neck, then held a tricorder in his face.

Chakotay sighed, the pain in his head began to flow away, but the pain in his chest remained. He reached up with his left hand and gently touched the spot, feeling only the coarse material of the medical shift. "What happened?" He coughed, clearing his voice a little. He struggled to remember; only recalling flashes and images.

The EMH shrugged, "I'm not quite sure, I'm a doctor not a security officer, but you were brought in with severe disrupter burns. I've repaired most of the damage, but the rest will take time to heal, so you should feel a bit of discomfort for a day or two." When the Commander nodded he went on, "But I did manage to get from Mr. Paris that you and the Captain were attacked in the corridor outside the Mess hall. Luckily for you two crewmen happened to witness the attack and managed to get you to sickbay in time."

Chakotay looked up at him and stared, the images in his brain pulled together to form one large picture. "Kathryn, where's Kathryn?" He suddenly remembered the figure materializing between them, and for a split second he'd been sure it would fire at Kathryn, but it hadn't.

The Doctor shrugged, "We haven't been able to pinpoint her location, but we believe she is somewhere in this system."

"You believe?" He sat up, grimacing at the pain in his chest and tried to slide off the biobed. His knees buckled the moment his feet hit the ground, and the doctor moved forward to support him.

"We haven't had any definite leads, unless you count Q among those." The doctor frowned, "Now if you don't mind I have a patient that needs rest, and I must insist that he remain where he is. There is nothing you can do, Tuvok is on top of the situation."

Chakotay growled, too weak and in too much pain to argue. He lay back on the biobed but refused to close his eyes. "Fine, but I want someone down here with a report in the next fifteen minutes. I want to know exactly what the happened and what's been done since, and what they are planning to do now. And what the HELL does Q have to do with any of this?" He'd finally caught on to that piece of information and was sitting up again. "When was he here? What did he do?"

The EMH rolled his eyes, "If you would calm down Commander, I might be able to explain." He tapped his combadge, "Sickbay to Bridge, Commander Chakotay has awakened and would like a full report."

"Acknowledged," The Vulcan security officer's voice came over the link, "I shall be there shortly."

"Happy?" The Doctor said when the link was severed, "now, as for our omnipotent friend, he's trying to help. Believe it or not, he seems to think his *significant other* had something to do with this. He can't interfere directly, but he can try and point us in the right direction, that's how we ended up in this solar system. The rest, as they say, is up to us."

Chakotay grunted again, "Why does that not make me feel any better."

The doors to sickbay swished open then, Tuvok strode in a data padd in hand. He stopped beside the Commander's biobed and nodded to the EMH, "Doctor, if you wouldn't mind.."

"Of course, I think I'll just go cheer myself up with some bacterial cultures." He turned on his heal and moved away, a slight harrumph on his lips.

Chakotay sighed and looked at Tuvok, "What have you got for me?" His voice was still quite hoarse, but was getting clearer every time he used it.

The Vulcan handed over the padd; "I've prepared a full detailed report of the events of the last 38 hours, beginning with the incident in the corridor. According to the witnesses, an unknown assailant shot you and the Captain called for an immediate transport to sickbay, you materialized, and the Captain did not. Since then her whereabouts have been unknown, Voyager was taken out of warp until a fix could be found. During the next three hours Q appeared on the bridge, looking quite, emotional."

Chakotay cut in then, "What'd he say? What'd he want?" He tried focusing on the data padd but the words and symbols swam before him.

Tuvok continued, undeterred, "Q expressed great concern that Captain Janeway had disappeared, he stated that he feared she may be in danger. He also informed us that while he could not interfere directly, he could give us an idea of where to begin, hints if you will. Subsequently, Voyager then traveled to the system we are now searching, Q left shortly after and has not returned since."

Chakotay nodded, "Alright, any leads since we got here? Any sign of her at all?"

"No," The Security Chief stood completely still, seemingly unaffected by the events of the last several hours. "We are scanning the system as thoroughly as possible, we understand that speed is a factor in finding Captain Janeway. But we must be certain every variable is looked into."

Chakotay nodded again, "Good. All right, you know what to do, keep doing it. When the Doctor releases me I'll see if I can pick up some of the slack. But until then you're in charge."

The Vulcan bowed his head once, "Commander," he turned on his heal and left the room, returning to his position on the bridge, and the job at hand.

Chakotay let out a long sigh as he sank into the biobed, what the hell was going on. In the pit of his gut an eerie feeling began to stir, he closed his eyes and tried desperately to try and make out the face of his attacker. But as hard as he tried all he managed to see was the black hole where the face should have been. Eventually he drifted back into unconsciousness, a mixture of exhaustion and medication.

She whipped around when she heard the low animalistic growl. It took her eyes a few seconds to focus in the dark cavern; they traveled up the cloaked form, taking in the gray, sickly colored skin of the figure's hands. She watched the hands as they rose to push the hood away from it's face. As the hood fell away the face rose, pinning her in a deadly glare. She froze, her entire body unable to move, unable to even breathe. Her eyes widened, the pain in her chest grew until she was forced to inhale. "Seska!" She finally managed to gasp.

The figure stepped forward, clucking softly, "How very observant you are, Kathryn." The name sounded like a curse on her lips, she smiled, her eyes cold.

Kathryn stiffened, "I won't even begin to wonder how this is possible. But I suggest you send me back to my ship."

She laughed, a cruel demonic sound that vibrated off the walls of the cavern. "You haven't changed a bit, still so damned presumptuous." She took a step forward, her eyes turning dark, "Well *I* am in charge now, and *I* will give the orders." She smiled again, "Not that you'll live long enough to get used to that, or to even do anything about it."

Kathryn felt herself go cold, a deep chill flowed into her veins, filling every part of her. She fought the urge to shudder, pulling on all of her training she lifted a brow instead and met the gaze of her enemy. "If you intend to kill me then just do it, why waste time arguing semantics."

Seska shook her head and moved forward, slowly circling her prey. "Oh no, I've waited a long time for this, and I intend to fully savor it. I have a week to bring your puny existence to an end, and I have every intention of taking advantage of it." She stopped when she stood before her again, "I am going to enjoy cutting you down to size. It's a pity Chakotay can't be here to see it, but when I'm done I have no doubt that Voyager will have recorded for history's sake, the day the mighty Janeway hath fallen."

Kathryn felt her jaw clench, "Don't be so sure of yourself Seska, you've never been able to defeat me before."

She growled, and fought the urge to lunge, "This is one time I will, you're alone, in case you hadn't noticed. None of your precious Starfleet officers are going to save you this time."

"Then by all means," Kathryn prayed for Voyager to hurry, "let the games begin."

Seska took a step forward and lifted her hand to trail a finger across Kathryn's cheek, "Soon, very, very soon."

***

Chakotay paced the length of the bridge, 52 hours; she'd been missing for 52 hours. And not one sign of her had been found. They were only halfway through their sweep of the nine-planet system, and the feeling in the pit of his stomach told him they were running out of time. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Harry, "Anything?"

The Ensign shook his head, "No sir." He was beginning to sound annoyed; Chakotay had taken to asking him the same thing every fifteen minutes. He shot a glance over at Tuvok, pleading with him for some kind of assistance.

The Vulcan stepped around his console and moved down to the command level, "Commander, perhaps it would be prudent for you to rest. You have not done so since leaving sickbay a few hours ago. And it was my understanding that the Doctor had you under orders to do so."

Chakotay sighed, "Alright," he had to admit it was getting harder to stay upright. The soreness in his chest had not yet abated, and he was beginning to feel light headed. "I'll be in the ready room, but that's as far as I'm going. I want to be near the bridge."

Tuvok nodded, "Understood, you will be notified the moment we locate any sign of Captain Janeway."

Chakotay walked past him and into the solitude of the Ready Room, only there did he allow his shoulders to slump. He let out a deep sigh and moved across to the sofa, he completely ignored the desk. But as he sank onto the sofa he caught sight of it, she'd been planning to return to her office. Padds were scattered on the surface, he shook his head at the sight of the coffee mug sitting next to her computer terminal. He remembered she'd been late to the Doctor's holo-show, no doubt she'd forgotten about it, and her promise to attend.

He slumped back onto the sofa and let his eyes drift shut. He could see her face, the fire and light in her eyes as she'd turned away from him in the corridor; the spark that had promised her vengeance for his joke. He sighed again and whispered into the empty room, "We're coming Kathryn, just don't give up."

"Don't give up..." The mantra repeated itself over and over in her mind as she scrambled through the labyrinth of dark caverns. The games had begun, literally, she was the prey, and Seska was her hunter. She had no idea how long she'd been running through the tunnels, but it had to have been hours, at least. Her knees and hands were bloodied from where she'd repeatedly stumbled and fallen, scraping them against the sharp stoned floor. She'd ceased to feel the stinging a long time ago, and now they felt swollen, possibly infected. She was tired, her legs felt heavy, and her body was ready to give up. But her mind kept her going, she would not give in to Seska, though she had a feeling she was just running in circles, and was probably being watched. She stopped momentarily, and leaned heavily against one of the cavern walls, her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. She looked around, squinting in the unending darkness, it was no wonder she was lost. There was nothing in the dark, damp caverns to use for light, and she had nothing to make a fire out of. And in the darkness, the light of a fire would have only given her location away. It seemed, she was damned if she did, and damned if she didn't.

Kathryn swore, she was tired of running. She pushed herself away from the cavern wall and began unbuttoning the jacket of her uniform. She pulled her turtleneck over her head then used the discarded clothing as padding for her back as she sat and leaned against the cavern wall. She drew her knees up and rested her arms across them, and waited. Waited to fight, waited to die, just waited.

"Oh Kathryn... come out, come out, wherever you are." The taunting voice echoed through the cavern, too near for comfort. Seska laughing tauntingly as she appeared near Kathryn, a torch in one hand. Slowly she crouched before her, "You really didn't think you could get away from me that easily did you? Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're getting slow in your old age." She pouted, "I would have expected you to be much brighter than that, but then again, you always did let Tuvok and Chakotay do the thinking for you."

Kathryn growled, "Seska, if you're going to kill me, then I suggest you get it over with. Otherwise, you can blow whatever problems you have out your ass and let me get on with my life."

Seska threw her head back and laughed, "Ooooh, you're vulgar when you're pissed." She stood, "Don't worry Captain, I am going to kill you, just not yet."

She rose slowly, using the cavern wall as her support, "Then, do tell, what are you going to do?"

"Make you beg..." Seska took a step toward her, "When I've finished with you, you'll be begging me to kill you."

"I really don't think so Seska, there is nothing you can do that will ever make me ask you for anything." Kathryn turned and began moving away from her foe again, though at a much slower pace, and with a definite limp.

Laughing, Seska called after her, "Tell me Kathryn, does Chakotay enjoy that stubborn, resilient side of you? When he takes you to bed does he complain about being worn out, or does he tell you he never imagined he could be so happy?"

She turned slowly and moved back to stand in front of Seska, "Actually, he recalls how glad he is that I'm not the Cardassian trash he never would have touched under normal circumstances."

Seska's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Oh but he did, on many occasions."

Kathryn turned again, "Yes, and he's had nightmares about it ever since."

She watched her go, and said in a dangerously low voice, "Taunt me now, but soon you will be screaming for mercy."

"An empty threat, Seska, to join all the other empty threats you've been making since you pulled me into this hell." She turned a final time, finally having had enough. "Well I've had enough of them, there is nothing you can do that will ever make me beg you for anything. If you're going to kill me, then do it, I won't beg you for my life. The truth is," she stopped in front of her nemesis, "I welcome it. A final end to this damned hell I've been living, a final chance to rest, to have peace. There's nothing you can do to make me fear that Seska. I'm only playing your game to stall for time, because unlike you I have the ability to think of others. Voyager will find me, and when they do, I'm going to have the pleasure of putting you out of your misery once and for all."

Seska sneered, "You really think so? Well then perhaps its time we got this show on the road." She snapped her fingers and the two disappeared, only to reappear in a different set of caverns. This one was filled with light supplied by the burning inferno raging around them. There were pits of glowing, angry red lava undulating all around them. "There's just one thing missing," her eyes narrowed dangerously as she snapped her fingers again.

Chakotay appeared near by, separated from them by a ravine filled with the molten rock. He looked around, disoriented at first, but his eyes focused in on them. "What the hell is going on here?"

Seska rubbed her hands complete, "The scene is set, it's time to begin." She turned to Chakotay, "My dear, dear Commander, so you survived the little disruptor incident? Such a pity, oh well, its all well and good, because now you can watch your precious Kathryn die. And then," a cruel smile spread across her face, "it will be your turn."

"I don't know how the hell you're pulling this off Seska, but it will come to an end, now! Go back to hell, where you belong." He snarled it at her, and would have launched himself toward her if the ravine hadn't been in his way.

"I don't think so," she turned and eyed Kathryn again, "I've spent enough time in hell, now it's your turn." She took several steps toward her enemy and once more trailed a finger across her cheek, "Now play nice kiddies, I will be watching." With that Seska disappeared again and the two of them were left alone in the cavern.

"I hope you have a plan started," Kathryn called out across the ravine, "because I'm fresh out."

"Nothing yet, but let me see if I can find a way to get over there." His eyes studied the size of the ravine, it wasn't very wide. Actually, if he could get enough distance for a good running start, he could probably jump its distance. Backing up, he prepared to do just that.

"Chakotay," there was a level of almost panic in her voice when she said his name.

He turned to face her, his eyes being drawn to what had alarmed her. On her side of the ravine, the rock ledge she was standing on was beginning to slowly crumble into the molten river below. "Hang on Kathryn," His eyes darted around him, looking for some way to get her out of there. "Kathryn, there's a ledge about 6 yards above you, the cavern wall is jagged enough you can probably climb its distance."

She turned and looked up, studying the ledge and the cavern wall, "No," she said, remembering the state of her hands, "I can't." She held up her hands, showing him for the first time their ragged state. "I might be able to pull myself up half that distance, but not the whole thing."

"Damnit," he swore, "alright, stay put I'm going to try to get over there." He turned around and walked as far back as he could, then started running toward the ravine. He waited until he reached the edge, then lept. He reached the other side with ease, stumbling only slightly. "Are you alright," he lifted her hands when he reached her side.

"I'm fine, we have to get out of here."

"We will," his gaze lingered momentarily before he pulled away from her to check the hand and foot holds in the cavern wall. "Alright, I think we can do this," he turned back to face her, "but you're not going to like how."

She gave him a crooked grin, "At the moment, I don't care how you get us out of here, just do it."

He nodded, "You're going to have to put your arms around my neck, and hold on while I pull us up."

"Chakotay I'm too heavy for you..."

"Nonsense," He motioned her over, "besides it's the only way you're going to make it up to that ledge."

She sighed, "Alright, but when you throw your back out don't come crying to me." She moved over behind him and slipped her arms around his neck. When he'd begun pulling himself up the wall she slipped her legs around his waist, trying to even out her weight.

Chakotay grunted with effort as he made his way up the wall, but it had nothing to do with the added weight of his companion, and everything to do with ignoring the proximity of her body, and how it was wrapped around his. *You old man, pick the worst times to get aroused,* he thought to himself.

"Are you alright?" She asked, unaware of the affect the feel of her hot breath on his neck was having on him.

"Fine," he grunted, "we're almost there. When we reach the ledge, pull yourself up first, and I'll follow you." They traveled in silence for several minutes, and finally reaching the ledge, Chakotay stopped and waited for her to pull herself onto it.

Kathryn winced with the effort, pain shooting through her swollen hands. It took her several attempts, but she finally managed to wiggle her small body onto the ledge. Once there, she reached out and helped to haul Chakotay over. "Despite how you got here," she said after several moments, "I knew you'd be here to help me."

"Well isn't that sweet..." Seska towered over them, a hideous smile plastered across her face.

Chakotay lifted himself to his feet and faced her, "Alright Seska, what the hell is going on here."

She sighed and shook her head, "You know Chakotay, there was a time when I had rather high hopes for you. But, like most humans you lack intelligence and initiative."

Kathryn moved toward her, "And like most Cardassians you lack a conscience and the ability to see beyond your own petty little life." She put her hands on her hips and stood her ground, "I've had enough of this Seska, kill us or send us back to our ship. I don't care anymore, but this is going to end right here and right now."

"Don't force her into making a decision Kathryn," Chakotay sneered at his ex-lover, "She's not capable of doing it without her Kazon lover here to do it for her."

Seska's eyes flashed with immediate fury, with a loud screech she launched herself at Chakotay, but he was pushed aside as Kathryn stepped into the way. He watched in horror as the two of them went over the side of the ledge, an agonizing scream was ripped from Seska as her body contacted the molten rock below. He was forced to close his eyes at the gory sight of flesh being melted away from bone.

"Chakotay," Kathryn grunted as she struggled to keep her hold on the stone ledge, "a little help please..."

"Kathryn," a great sigh of relief passed through his lips as he pulled her back up. He sat back on the ledge, holding her close, "If you ever do anything like that again.."

"I know..." she tightened her hold on him, "I won't.." She pulled back after several moments, "Come on, let's see if we can make our way to the surface, then hopefully Voyager will find us." She allowed one final glance below as she stood, hopefully they'd seen the last of Seska.

*~*~*~*~*

"You would think," Kathryn lifted the cup of coffee to her lips for a long appreciative sip, "that Q would at least have the courtesy to come back and apologize or, something."

"This is Q we're talking about Kathryn." Chakotay leaned back against the sofa and shook his head, "We should be grateful he even helped us."

"True, I just never thought we'd ever have to deal with Seska again. I guess some things just never die." She sighed and set the coffee aside, "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

His eyes took on a mischievous sparkle, "Well you see Kathryn its like this," he reached over and snaked his fingers around her wrist and pulled her across his lap. "I was shot, almost baked, nearly lost in a set of caverns, then I spent an hour being poked and prodded by the Doctor. And now I think I am entitled to a little care, a little affection, a wee bit of nurturing."

"Oh," she clucked, "you poor abused thing," she stroked his cheek, "I am so sorry." She leaned forward, stopping just short of kissing him, "You should probably go see Seven then shouldn't you."

He growled and flipped her over on the sofa until he was lying on top of her, "You little witch!"

She squealed and bucked against him, "Well, she does seem very fond of you these days."

"You're going to pay for that."

"And you think you're man enough to try?" She shifted against him, bucking and twisting until she freed her legs enough to wrap them about his waist.

"Try? Oh I think trying is a definite possibility," he kissed his way across her jaw, "and succeeding," he rocked against her until she groaned, "that too shall come. But for now," he ground roughly against her, "Hold on..."

Her eyes widened as he twisted, flipping her onto her back. She got one good look at his eyes, and gasped, then moaned when his hands slid beneath her skirt and ripped her dark green satin and lace panties away from her body. He rose above her, pressing a knee between her thighs and pushing it against her while his mouth found hers. His fingers teased her, just barely tracing the edge of her folds while further up his tongue was lazily pushing its way into her mouth. He tasted every centimeter of her, then began to pull away slowly. He nipped and suckled at her lower lip for several moments before trailing a hot, wet path down the side of her neck. Kathryn arched her neck for him and ran her hands up his back, nails just beginning to bite into the flesh of his back.

Chakotay sipped at the soft skin covering her collarbone, nipping and suckling, then slowly moved onward. He teased her through her blouse until her nipple hardened then ripped the blouse out of her waistband and shoved his hands under it. They snaked slowly up her torso, then his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. He stopped, and gently caressed each one slowly, gently brushing against the side of each, working his way inward until his palms were fitted to a breast. She was already arching against him as he began to tease the nipples, drawing each pebbled nub between his fingers and twisting them. He nuzzled her through the shirt, then leaned back and withdrew his hands long enough to pull the front open. When he lowered his head again he drew one pebbled nub between his teeth and teased it with his tongue.

With a cry she arched off the sofa, her nails sinking into his back. He moved between each breast, suckling and teasing, while his hand dipped slowly downward. When his hand caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh she arched into it, thrusting herself toward him and moaning yet again. He wasn't to be hurried, he moved slowly, withdrawing his mouth from her breasts and trailing a path downward over her belly. He dipped his fingers into her, just enough to tease, and smiled against her thigh when she moaned. Then he pulled his mouth away from her and dropped to his knees beside the sofa. He twisted her toward him, then bunched her skirt up around her hips and held it in place with his hands while his tongue flickered its way across her dampened opening. He almost chuckled at her sharp breath, but continued on, tracing his way along damp folds, sliding his tongue along her, swirling it around her sensitive nub.

She thrust impatiently against his mouth, frustrated sounds rumbling in her throat. But it was no use, his hot breath flowed against her, but that was as much of a caress as he would allow her. She growled at him, and still he waited, his hand sliding down the inside of her thigh to join his mouth. His fingers tangled in her damp curls and brushed against
her center, barely dipping inside before he would remove them.

When her legs started to shake his tongue dipped inward and brushed the sensitive nub. He twirled his tongue around it, sometimes almost touching it, others blatantly caressing. It was enough to add to the ache, but not enough to bring it crashing down on her. His fingers did their own swirling, dipping inward, sliding in and out of her and smearing
moisture across the insides of her thighs for him to lick clean.

She shivered against him, her breath coming out in little puffs punctuated by cries. He smiled against her, and picked up his administrations, blatantly sucking the little nub between his teeth and teasing it until she thought she was going to come, then he released it and began nibbling on the inside of her thigh.

"Chakotay…" she growled, then caught herself and bit her lip to keep from saying it. She buried her fingers in his hair, purposefully letting her nails sink into his scalp and held on as he started again, working slowly.

He buried his fingers inside her, thrusting deeply while his tongue skirted around her, almost bringing her to release again, then pulling away. When he would have started again she choked back a sob, "Goddamn you Chakotay... just finish it." He grinned faintly and buried his face in her, teasing her relentlessly until she bucking and twisting against him. Moving so forcefully that she tumbled off the sofa and on top of him. He rolled her beneath him and recaptured her mouth while his hands worked quickly to tug his trousers past his hips and out of the way. Then he lifted her skirt again, parted her thighs, and entered her, filling her with one hard, swift thrust. She let out a grateful groan and sank her nails into his shoulders, then wrapping her legs firmly around his waist she matched him thrust for thrust, driving him deeper and harder.

Chakotay balanced himself on his knees, with one hand against the floor, his other managed to slide between their bodies, teasing her until she screamed. And scream she did, as her body tightened around him her head fell back and her screams bounced off the walls of her cabin, no doubt filtering into the corridor beyond and possibly the bridge above. He might have laughed except that he joined her in climax at that precise moment and thought seemed to just flee from his mind. He collapsed beside her, one arm throw over her chest, his face against the floor while his chest heaved.

"Well, isn't this cozy."

They both sat upright, Kathryn tugging her blouse closed while Chakotay snatched a pillow from the sofa and placed it in his lap. "Q!" He swore, "Haven't you caused enough trouble lately?"

The omnipotent being rolled his eyes, "You know, I was watching you just now," he smiled as they blushed and scowled, "And I have to say that besides being a little messy, you're way is much preferable to the Q method. I may have to mention it to the missus next time I see her."

Kathryn's eyes narrowed, "Do you have a reason for being here?"

"Yes actually, but you should be thanking me, I could have interrupted during that little smut fest… then wouldn't you be pleased." He plopped down on a chair opposite them, "Actually I thought I would lower myself a bit and apologize for my mate. She is a bit high strung, but don't worry. She embarrassed herself with this little farce, so she won't be trying again. But if she does, I'll be watching."

Kathryn rolled her eyes and glanced at Chakotay, "I feel so reassured."

"Well you should! I helped save your life, and do you thank me? Humph! Humans, you're all so ungrateful!" And with that he disappeared.

Kathryn leaned back against the sofa and sighed, "Well at least it wasn't Tuvok again."

"There is that."

She sighed again turned toward him, "Well that sweltered all thoughts of round two, how about some food from the messhall then we'll discuss round two in your cabin."

"Sounds like a plan to me," He tossed the pillow away and stood, tugging his trousers up as he went. Then he extended a hand and helped Kathryn to her feet, "Although, you may want to change."

She looked down, and then scowled at him, "What is it with you and my clothes? This was my favorite blouse!"

"I always fix them don't I, besides, you weren't complaining at the time."

"Hmm."

"Kathryn, you don't really think he watched do you?"

"It was Q, I don't believe anything he tells me."

"Oh, that's good…"

The End… (and it only took 2 years to get here)