Hey Guess what!!! This story was entered in the Blue Alert Contest!

Wanton
by Kadi
Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: Braga's office is blowing up, blowing up, blowing up. Braga's office is blowing up My fair captain. Take him out and beat him up, beat him up, beat him up. Take him out and beat him up, My Fair Captain. Cut his heart out with a spoon, with a spoon, with a spoon. Cut his heart out with a spoon, My Fair Captain!

Author's Note: YAELIE!!! SNIRK! This one is for you babe! (even if i didn't get it out before you left for vacation). And for Kerry since this is JetC28's first piece of fic... AND ... this is in answer to Caffey's
challenge to JetC24... hehehehe!

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah right," he reached for what she had hidden behind her back, "gimme that!"

"No!" She squealed and ran through the cabin as quickly the current clutter would allow. She ended up dodging open boxes and lids on her trek through the room until he finally chased her into a corner. Her rose and fell rapidly and she kept her arms firmly behind her as he stalked toward her. "No," She said more firmly, trying to put in a bit of a glare, but failing miserably as she started to giggle. "You can't have it."

"Oh I'm going to get it." He placed his hands against the bulkhead on either side of her head and leaned toward her, boxing her in, then glanced briefly downward at her heaving breasts. "Flirting will get you thrown into bed later, but right now I want that box."

She shifted against the wall and thrust her lower body toward him, "I said no."

"I said yes," he lowered his hands to her small waist while his eyes darkened dangerously. "I'm going to get it, you could make it easier on yourself." His hands moved slowly up her leather clad waist under the white silk blouse she wore. She had been teasing him all evening, wearing the outfit for his benefit only. The pants were leather and looked as though they had been painted onto her, while the blouse itself was a loose and flowing silk that while outlined the shape of her upper body, left everything beneath to the imagination. And it didn't help that she'd left the top four buttons loose, showing off a good portion of her cleavage and the lacy bra that held them in place. Even now his hands flowed over her bare flesh, stopping just beneath the lace.

She gave him an impish grin, "You can try." Then while his hands were busy teasing her she withdrew her arms from behind her and wrapped them around his neck. She used his surprise at the move to her advantage and heaved herself upward while wrapping her legs around his waist. "If you really want to."

He growled at her, "Bitch."

She undulated against him, "You say that like its a bad thing." Behind him she held the thin, flat box firmly in one hand, while the other she used against him. She drew her fingers along his jaw and down his throat, "Insulting me right now could be really, really bad for your," she looked down then up again, "health."

His eyes narrowed, "And teasing me right now," he glanced down at her cleavage, "Could be really really bad for your," he leaned forward flicked his tongue across her lower lip, "health."

She moaned, "Careful, wouldn't want anything to get bitten off."

He pressed her roughly into the corner, "Is that a threat or a promise."

She bent her head and nipped at his lips with her teeth, "Oh it's a promise."

"Good," he started to kiss her then abruptly dropped her, but not before grabbing the box on her way down. "Maybe later."

"Damnit!" She was up almost before her butt hit the ground and reaching for the box. "Give me that!"

He used his height to his advantage and kept it out of reach, "Maybe later."

"Goddamn you Chakotay, that's personal." She jumped a few times to reach for it, but failed. "Give it back."

He turned, "I'll think about it."

She reached out with one hand and grabbed his balls, "Give it back now, or you'll be in sickbay crying in soprano."

He looked down, she didn't have a hard grasp, more like a teasing gesture. "Kathryn."

"Chakotay."

He took a careful step toward her and held out the book, "Let go first."

"Really want me to?" She waggled her brows and flashed him a seductive look.

"I don't know, you tell me," he reached for her in a move that surprised her long enough to steal her breath and pulled her roughly against him. He tossed the box aside and pushed her back against the bulkhead none too gently. "Wanna wrestle for it?"

She bit her lower lip, "I don't know..." But she undulated against him, "Maybe." She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward until their faces were inches apart, "And maybe I'd rather sleep."

"Is that so," his hands slid along the leather until they were cupping her butt, he pulled her against him suggestively and began to rotate against her, "well if your sure..."

"It might require some examination first," she nipped at his lower lip and drew it between her teeth. "I could be persuaded to play I suppose."

"Suppose?" he removed his hands from her butt and placed them at the front of her blouse just below her exposed cleavage. He leaned forward and teased her mouth open for one brief taste then tugged until the blouse popped open sending buttons scattering across the floor. His lips moved across her jaw, tasting and nipping while his hands began to slowly caress her breasts through their lace enclosure. She arched into him and began to undulate against him while his lips moved playfully along her neck. He nibbled at her ear and flicked his tongue against her skin, grinning when he wiggled in his arms. She was ticklish in many spots, and that was one. But he wasn't in the mood to tickle her... well at least not there. His tongue flicked lower, leaving a moist trail along her shoulder. He nipped at her collar bone, then lifted his head and gazed into her desire clouded eyes. "Suppose?"

"I can be persuaded," her voice was thick, husky with wanton need, "we shouldn't do this hear though."

"Why not," he pinched a nipple and watched her eyes close, "no one ever comes down here anymore."

"We did," her lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten them.

His hands slid along her flushed skin to splay along her back, "Yes, we did." His fingers tugged at the fastening to the bra then let it drop away. His eyes narrowed and darkened when the lace fell forward. "You were looking for something." He held her firmly against the bulkhead while his hands slid the bra straps down her arms, then he tossed it aside.

She shivered slightly, "And I found it."

"You should share." He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her cleavage. "Its not polite to hoard all your goodies."

"But its personal, I don't want to share it." She let her head drop back against the bulkhead, "You may not like it." She moaned when he pulled one pebbled nipple into his mouth and began to suckle on it. "Then again you might."

"MMhmm," he disentangled himself from her long enough to unfasten her pants, then he knelt and began to slowly peel the leather down her legs. He stopped just above her boots and tugged them off her feet, then took turns pulling the leather off each leg. He set it aside then gazed up at her, eyes dark and hungry. "I don’t really think I want to talk about the box anymore."

"I’m not going to argue with that." Her hands were pressed against either side of the corner, helping to hold her up as he began a slow trek up her legs using his mouth and tongue to weaken her knees. "However, I might argue with the location of this little meeting."

"Are you going to complain?" He nipped at the inside of her thigh and gently pushed her legs apart.

"Hell no, but if we get caught I’m going to blame you." The statement was punctuated by a moan as he leaned forward and lightly flicked his tongue along her inner folds.

One brow arched, "It would hardly be all my fault." He drew his tongue along the crease between thigh and aroused flesh.

She gasped and thrust forward, "I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame you." Her hands curled into fists against the bulkhead as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and leaned forward to trace her moist lips with his tongue. "We should really stop before this gets out of hand."

He chuckled against her thigh, "Do you really want me to stop?" His tongue drew lazy circles around her swollen nub, then he pulled it between his teeth and began to tease it in earnest.

"God no," her head fell back against the bulkhead to emit a series of low keening cries as he began to work her toward release. One hand held her thigh in place over his shoulder, but the other was slowly snaking its way along her inner thigh. He teased her only briefly then plunged two fingers deeply within her. She cried out and began to thrust against his tongue and hand, moving against each thrust of his fingers and whimpering as his tongue worked her sensitive flesh. When she would have climaxed he stopped and moved quickly up her body. He kissed her hard once, then pulled away and with her help jerked the fastenings of his trousers open and pushed them down past his hips. She was reaching for him even as he was lifting her, and as he plunged her legs went around him.

Her arms went around his neck while his hands rested against the bulkhead on either side of her head. Their lips met and locked as he began to thrust, moving hard and fast until she was screaming into his mouth. His hands lowered to grip her hips as she began to clench and contract around him, his own release quickly joining hers. Then he braced one hand against the wall, and curled the arm of his other around her and held her against him for several moments while they both caught their breathing.

When they did, she disentangled herself from him and leaned back against the bulkhead, her chest once again heaving. "Why is it," she said finally, "I always end up naked and you always get to keep your clothes on."

His lips curved upward into a quirky grin, "Cause I like you naked."

She shook her head, "We’re going to get caught one of these days and I’m going to be the one all red while you’ll get to retain some modicum of dignity. Bastard."

He brushed a kiss across the tip of her nose, "Complaining?"

"Hell no." She kissed him hard then pushed him away, "Give me my pants, it’s cold in here."

He picked them up and tossed them at her, then after fastening his own, turned and walked over to retrieve the small, flat box. When he walked back, she was pulling on her shirt. "Here you go."

She took it from him, "You’re not going to try to read it?" She gave him a suspicious look.

"You’ll let me read it when you’re a mind to." He moved around the cargo bay putting lids back on boxes and re-stacking them.

She rolled her eyes, "Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted. Asshole."

He chuckled, then heaved a particularly heavy box back into place, "Well don’t try to help me or anything Kathryn, just stand right there and watch."

She snickered, "Okay I will." She leaned back against the bulkhead and crossed her arms over her breast. "I like work. I can sit and watch it for hours. Particularly if it’s being done by a big, strong man." When he snorted she laughed and moved over to help him clean up their mess. "Well it’s true."

He shook his head and helped her lift the last container back into place, then looked around the cargo bay to make sure everything was as it should be. Then he looped an arm around her shoulders, "Alright let’s go, I have plans for you."

"Is that so?" He leaned toward her and whispered them into her ear causing her to shiver in anticipation. "Okay let’s go." She took his hand and led him out of the cargo bay as quickly as she could. In the turbolift she leaned back against him and let him draw lazy circles along her stomach beneath her blouse. When the doors to the lift opened they pulled apart and walked quickly down the corridor. He pulled her into the cabin, locked the doors, and began pulling her clothes off her again. This time neither of them cared where they fell.

She kicked off her boots for him, then reached for his shirt and tore it open. He was kicking off his boots as she reached for his trousers and began tugging at them. Naked, they stumbled through the cabin toward the shower. Chakotay pressed her against the wall next to it and kissed her while they waited for the water to get warm. Then he stepped inside and pulled her in after him. He pressed her against the tile under the shower head and chased water drops as they slid down her chest. When he would have lowered himself in front of her she stopped him, reversed their positions and pressed him against the tile. Her eyes glinted dangerously as she slowly knelt before him, her tongue traced the muscles of his chest and stomach as she knelt while her fingers massaged his thighs. When she was on her knees she looked up at him and smiled wickedly then leaned forward and very lightly flicked her tongue across the tip of his protruding member.

He growled at her, but she only turned her head and nibbled at his muscular thigh, moving her way upward, then across to the other thigh. When his already aroused flesh twitched before her she grinned again and leaned forward to slide her tongue along it’s length. He groaned and buried a hand in her hair but didn’t make any other movements. She nipped at him with her teeth and he growled, then she drew her tongue long the head in slow circles and felt him tremble. He had to fight the urge to thrust forward when she finally took him into her mouth, suckling gently and using her teeth to tease him as she moved from base to head. He groaned when she cupped him with her free hand and began to massage gently. She would have finished him off, but he pushed her away then pulled her up and pushed her against the wall behind her.

Warm water fell over them as he lowered his head and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth. He held it between his teeth and ran his tongue across it teasingly, then released it to suckle gently. She arched against him as he rolled it about in his mouth, then he released it and nibbled his way across her chest to the other. As he pulled it into his mouth he curled and arm around her waist then lifted the hand of the other to caress her other breast. When she wiggled against him insistently he dropped to his knees before her and pushed her legs apart. Her hands rested against his shoulders as he drew her against him and sipped languidly from her aroused flesh. She rotated against his tongue, almost came, then whimpered when he stopped waited for her to come back down from near-climax and began again. When she couldn’t stand it anymore she pushed him away then leaned forward and shut off the shower.

She stepped out and reached for a towel then tossed it at him and got another for herself. She only made a passable effort at drying herself off, it was actually all just a show, and when she was finished she tossed a heated, wanton look over her shoulder and padded naked into the bedroom. Chakotay just tossed his towel aside and followed her, he reached her before she reached the bed and pulled her back against him. His hands cupped her breasts from behind and caressed them as they moved toward the bed.

Once there he turned her in his arms, kissed her hard once, then gave her a push that sent her tumbling backwards onto the bed. She scooted backwards and reached for him as he lowered himself over her, she opened herself for him and thrust upward as he thrust forward, both of them groaning when he slid completely into her. He gave her a tender kiss before he began to move, then buried his head in her neck and intertwined his hands with hers. He moved slower than before, drawing it out until they were both grunting and groaning with each thrust. Kathryn sank her teeth into his shoulder as she began to contract around him, her body thrusting and jerking of its own volition even as he began to spill his release into her. When the contracting and the thrusting slowed to a stop he rolled himself onto the bed beside her and pulled her against him. They lay like that, spooned and snoozing for some time.

Some time later he woke to find she’d slipped out of bed and was standing on the other side of the room, naked, and peering into the full length mirror she kept there. Frowning slightly, he rose and padded over to stand behind her. His arms slipped around her waist and he pulled her against his chest, "What are you doing?"

She sighed, "Just thinking." She angled her head around and brushed a kiss across his chin, "Sometimes I wish I had a mirror with a better view."

His frown deepened, "Why?" He stared into over her shoulder, "I think you’re beautiful."

She shrugged, "You would," she sighed again and motioned to various parts of her body, "things are flying south Chakotay, I’m not a spring chicken any more."

"Who is?" He placed a kiss on her shoulder and cupped her breast, "I like you the way you are. And its not your body I fell in love with to begin with, that’s just an added bonus." His hands swept down to splay across her stomach.

"You won’t even be able to do that in a few more months," she placed her hands over his, "soon I’ll be as big as a shuttle. After that I’ll have stretch marks to go with the ever sagging rest of my body."

Chakotay just shook his head, "You’re being hormonal, I think you’re perfect and that’s all that really matters anyway. Its not like you’re trying to attract anyone else."

She smiled, "No I suppose I’m not. I’m already stuck with you, I don’t have the energy for anyone else."

"Good thing too," He turned her away from the mirror and kissed the tip of her nose, "come back to bed. I have plans for that body of yours."

"Oh really? I think I can do that." She slid an arm around his waist and let him maneuver her back into the bed.

"You know," He climbed in beside her and tucked her in beside him, "you’re not going to be able to hide it much longer."

"I was never hiding it," she snuggled against him, "I just don’t see why I have to say anything to anyone. They’ll all figure it out by themselves, and if they don’t they’re even more dense than you are."

"Careful, I’m the one with the coffee access around here."

She snorted, "Like you ever let me have any."

"You get half a cup once a week."

She pouted, "You’re so generous."

"Considering you’re not supposed to have even that, yes I am." He yawned and tightened his hold on her, "Sleep, you’re going to need it later."

"Oh really... why is that?"

"I’m going to make you tell me what’s in that box."

"I offered the damned thing to you!"

"My way is much more fun."

"Oh for crying out loud," she rolled off the bed and padded into the other room where the box had been dropped earlier. It was already open when she came back into the bedroom and crawled back into the bed with him. She dropped it on his chest and snuggled back down beside him. "There, take the damned thing."

"It’s a journal." He lifted it, a journal set in leather, but not very thick. "This is what you were looking for?"

She nodded, "My mother gave it to me when I told her Mark and I wanted a family as soon as we were married." She shrugged, "Wrong guy, same sentiment. She wanted me to write in it during the pregnancy, whenever that managed to happen. She didn’t seem to think it would be as soon as I planned, she knew me well. But I told her I would do it, I didn’t know why, but she had two children so I figured she knew what she was talking about. Now I know what she meant." She propped herself up on her hand and tried to explain, "It’s difficult to explain, and it was really B’Elanna’s idea that I get it out of storage. She’s been there, she understood. It’s hard going through this and wondering and worrying and not really having another woman you’re comfortable enough with to confide in like you would your mother. My mother knew me, she knew I’d need it, that’s what the journal was for. To write down what I’m feeling when it seems I can’t stand it anymore and all I want to do is kill you for causing the whole damned thing." She smiled, "This pregnancy is frying my brain, this is my way of making sure I don’t take it out on innocent bystanders."

He kissed her again and tucked her back into the crook of his arm, "I’m sorry I pushed."

"It’s not a secret, I just didn’t think it was worth mentioning. We have other things on our minds, no need worrying you anymore than you already are. I’m already nuts, no need for you to start thinking I’m psychotic."

"Oh I already think your psychotic, its the emotional stuff that scares the hell out of m--OUCH!" He jerked when she pinched his side, "I was kidding, wench."

"Then stop making fun of me when I’m being serious, you wanted to know so I told you." She yawned, "Now go to sleep, I have to get up early the doctor wants to yell at me."

"It’s a check up, he’s not going to yell at you."

"It’s the Doctor, he’s going to yell at me, he always yells at me."

"He doesn’t yell Kathryn, he lectures you."

"Same difference." She curled a leg around his, "besides if you sleep now I’ll let you play with me before we have to be there. That ought to send the doctor’s instruments into a whirlwind." She cackled rather wickedly as her eyes drooped closed.

"You’re evil."

"You’re point?"

"I just love that in a wife."

"I’m not a wife."

"Yet...."

Fin~