Title: Model
Rating: E
Fandom: Voyager
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Summary: He hadn’t expected her to take him up on his offer.
Notes: 1715 words, follow up to Decontamination.
When he had left the lingerie on her bed, Chakotay hadn’t expected her to take him up on his offer.
He’d taken the risk to make her smile because he knows how humiliated she must’ve felt undressing in front of him on the bridge. And almost passing out on the bridge in front of her entire senior staff. He figured she would wear them but never mention it again.
And he would’ve been fine with that, he didn’t mind, but this was definitely not unwelcome.
He’d had dinner in the mess, a standing dinner date with B’Lanna and headed back to his quarters. He was more than ready for bed, it had been a long few days repairing the ship after hitting the spacial anomaly.
He almost trips over his feet when he sees her in his bedroom.
On his bed, reading his book, wearing the midnight blue lingerie.
She’s lying on her stomach, more than a few chapters into his book, the lace stretched over her pert little backside in a way he hadn’t really gotten to appreciate the other day. In a way that had his brain tripping. She doesn’t turn over, she simply turns to look at him over her shoulder.
“Hi,” she says, smiling.
There is no hint of shyness and he’s blown away.
“Hi.”
She goes to roll over but he’s not done with this side yet.
” Don’t move,” he says softly. She raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t you want to see the rest?” she asks.
“Oh, definitely, but I want to commit this side to memory first,” he tells her. “I’m going to remember this for years.”
She laughs.
“I had a similar thought yesterday,” she tells him.
“Oh yeah?”
“You on your knees in front of me is going to stay with me for a long time,” she says grinning. She does roll over then and puts his book to the side. She raises her arms and links her hands beneath her head, crosses her legs at the ankle and smiles.
“I,” he swallows, decides not to say anything while he takes a good long look across her body. She’s still a little tanned from their last shore leave, but the dark blue of her bra and panties contrast nicely against her skin. “You’re gorgeous.”
She did blush then, right down to her chest, but still confident.
“Thank you,” she says.
“I didn’t expect you to take me up on the offer,” he says, eyes roaming over her body once more, on her breasts encased in lace, cataloguing every part of her, her legs were longer than he expected, for her height, and toned from tennis, and velocity and generally running a starship lost in space. Her feet are tiny, her toenails are painted dark blue too and he thinks about that longer than he really should given everything else on view right now.
She shrugs.
“I had been considering it since we got back,” she says. “I missed what we never got to have on New Earth,” she admits. “I know that doesn’t make sense.”
“Makes perfect sense,” he tells her. He feels the same, they were close to something, to shifting their relationship when Voyager came back for them.
He moves then, taking off his boots and jacket, and coming to lie on the bed next to her. He pauses, before reaching out and running a hand down from her neck, over her breasts, and stopping on her abdomen. His fingertips graze the lace of her underwear, but he moves no further.
“You’re a little overdressed,” Kathryn says, lower and rougher than he’s ever heard.
“You’re modelling for me, remember?”
She laughs at that and relaxes a little under his touch.
“At least kiss me,” she says with a smile.
He can do that, oh can he, and he leans over her, pressing a little of his weight into her body to brush his lips gently over hers. It’s just a touch at first, then firmer, wrapping his hand around her side to pull her closer as they discover each other’s lips.
When he needs to breathe more than he needs to kiss her, he pulls back and smiles at her.
“Better?” he asks.
“I love you,” she answers, pulling him down for another kiss that leaves him a little dazed but it may be because she’s just told him she loves him without even hesitating. It takes him a moment before he kisses her back, harder than before and tasting her.
They kiss for a long time, he runs his hand over her skin and she presses her body into his touch as he does so. There is so much soft skin that it becomes a distraction from her lips and he pulls away to concentrate on the way she responds to his touch.
She’s smiling, flushed and pretty, and he smiles back. He shifts so the arm he’s lying on is free to move his hand to play with her hair and he uses the other hand to slide her bra down enough to free one breast. She gasps as he grazes her nipple with his fingers before cupping her fully, her hard nipple pressing into his palm as she arches into his touch and moans softly.
“Tease,” she breathes.
He grins at her and squeezes gently, moving to kiss her again as he pinches her nipple softly. She squeaks into his mouth and he repeats the motion, harder this time, and she groans, head falling back to the pillow. Chakotay follows, chasing her lips for another kiss.
“Chakotay,” she moans, “more.”
He is more than willing to follow her lead, always has been.
He pulls his hand from her bra, promising himself he will worship them properly later and runs his fingers over her skin and down her abdomen.
“Like this?” he whispers, skimming his fingertips under the lace of her briefs.
“Please.”
He slides his fingers under the lace and over her centre, delighting in the wetness he feels there. She moans as he searches through, finding her clit, pressing down gently, too gently.
“Tease!” she gasps. He grins and kisses her cheek, shifting slightly so he can kiss her neck as his fingers delve deeper. She keens, back arching as his fingers slide over her entrance then back up to her clit.
He can’t wait to do all the things he’s fantasised about doing to her. Worshipping her, tasting her, making her scream. But he wants this too, to watch her come apart under his hands in midnight blue lace.
He pulls back again then, so he can watch every single response as he covers her entire centre with his large hand and presses one finger into her body.
“Oh god,” Kathryn groans.
“Good?”
“Tease,” she hisses when he pulls back, resting his hand on her once more. He chuckles and leans up to kiss her.
“You are beautiful,” he tells her as he slides his finger back in, thumb on her clit. One of her hands finds his head, playing with his hair and she moves her other down to her breasts. He watches as she pulls her other breast free of the lace and plays with her own nipples, rolling and pinching it and Chakotay is pretty sure this is everything he’s ever wanted from life, right here in his bed.
He concentrates on the feel of her under his hand, pressing another finger into her body and stretching her a little as he spreads her open. She moans, fingers tugging his hair even as he pulls back so he can watch her, get a better view as he starts to move his fingers. He starts a slow rhythm, dragging his fingers in and out of her body, listening to her moans and watching her body flush and shake. She stills her hand, just cupping her own breast as he dips down to kiss her again. He groans as she arches up into his lips, into his fingers, kissing him back and chasing her own pleasure.
She is stunning.
“More,” she hisses through clenched teeth and he doesn’t need to be told twice, picking up the pace of his fingers, adding a swipe of his thumb over her clit and delighting in the hitch of her hips when she does so. He could drag it out longer, pull back, slow down but she can barely keep her eyes open and her fingers tug harder in his hair. He can see her orgasm building in the way her body moves against his hand.
“Please,” she cries, “I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you, Kathryn,” he whispers, “I’ve got you.”
He pulls out entirely, then thrusts three things back into her tight body, making her keen and arch and kiss him. He moves quickly, in and out as hard as he thought she could manage, her hips following the rhythm he sets. He presses a thumb over her clit again, hitting it on every inward thrust and her eyes slip shut.
“Chakotay.”
Her voice hitches on his name and he’s going to hear it every time she speaks his name, no matter where and when they are. He curls his fingers then, pressing them up into her and she cries out, her entire body arching and taut as she comes, hot and wet on his fingers.
It is the single most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
She falls back to the bed breathing hard. He pulls his fingers from her body slowly and can’t help himself and licks them clean, eyes closing at the taste of her. She moans and he opens his eyes to see her watching him, eyes wide and a darker blue than he’s ever seen them.
“S’good,” he says and she blushes, looking almost shy for the first time. He smiles and leans down to kiss her. “I love you.”
“Chakotay,” she hums into his mouth, pulling him down to lie back on top of her. He resists though, sitting up a little straighter.
“You’ll stay?” he asks. She smiles at him, beams, and pulls him down again, this time he doesn’t resist and settles into her, holding her close.
“As long as you want,” she tells him.
He thinks he might just take her up on that.