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A J/C PWP, very NC-17
Written: 2 September 01Slatted Light
by Claudia
Most of the days, the shutters are closed to keep out the heat. The slats are left open, however, to allow in some air, and the sunlight pouring in casts golden slivers of light on the naked bodies on the ancient four-poster. The woman is on her back, one arm dangling over the edge of the rumpled up bed. Her left breast is covered possessively by a big tan hand whose owner lies curled alongside her body. He kisses the fine line on her forehead where skin meets hair.
"Hey," he whispers. His thumb brushes over her widow's peak.
Her eyes flutter open immediately. She has been awake all the time but has pretended sleep so she can be alone with her thoughts. Chakotay has suggested they go here so she can think in peace, after a nap. He has developed this program for them to relax, to escape the artificial world of the ship in a holographically created environment to make them feel more human. Oddly enough, it works.
"Hey," she says and turns her head. The sunlight is painting stripes on his bronze skin. He looks gorgeous. She feathers a caress across his cheek. "Sleep well?"
He nodds, moving his thumb on her breast. She sighs. "Very well," she purrs.
"That's good. Keep your eyes closed, love." He moves his hand over his eyes to have her close them. "Trust me, Kathryn. You do trust me, don't you?"
"I'm here with you, aren't I?" she murmurs.
"Do you trust me enough to let me please you?" The question comes as a surprise. Her eyes are open again. "You know I do."
Chakotay covers her eyes with his hand so she closes them. "I want you to keep your eyes closed, honey, when I'm making love to you now." Kathryn smiles.
For a while, he just lies and watches her, her breathing faster now than when she was asleep, in anticipation of what is to come. But he's waiting, he wants to catch her by surprise, make her gasp, that small sound that he loves so much. He sits, and she must have sensed it, the shifting of his weight on the mattress. She laughs, almost nervously.
He touches her cheek, gently, with his fingertips, trailing a caress from her cheek down to the indentation at the base of her throat. She breathes in audibly, her eyelids flutter. "Keep your eyes closed, love." His breath touches her skin, and she waits for him to kiss her, her lips slightly parted. Chakotay's hand wanders along the line of her collarbone, cups her shoulder, draws lazy patterns between the freckles there. Then, suddenly, his lips are on hers, claiming them tenderly first, then lingering as she yields and lets him slip his tongue into her. She places one hand against his cheek, supporting him, feeling the muscles moving there, the other arm goes around his neck to have him as close to her as possible.
The hand cupping her shoulder moves down to her breast, and he toys lazily with it, just as he did with her shoulder, never really touching. He knows that too much can send her off faster than either of them would like. The circles he's drawing on her creamy, soft skin are spiralling towards the centre, towards her nipple.
Suddenly, he lets go of her, leaves her. "Chakotay?" she asks as she feels him shift next to her.
"I'm here." Her hands are next to her head, she's open, vulnerable, waiting. She shifts her hips, opens her legs just a little bit. The sunlight glistens in her auburn curls between her legs, and Kathryn sucks the air in sharply as the relatively cool air whispers over her desire. "You're beautiful, have I told you that?"
Kathryn smiles, her eyes still closed. "It's all yours." Again, her eyelids flutter, and in order to keep them closed, Chakotay kisses her eyes.
"I'd like you to turn over, lie on your side," he has an idea, puts his hand on her hip. "Trust me, Kathryn."
"Be gentle," she whispers, a deep blush pouring itself all over her face.
"It's not what you think, love." He wouldn't ask that of her, particularly not now that he knows she wouldn't be comfortable with it.
Kathryn lies on her side, one knee drawn up to support herself, her hands holding tight to her pillow. His hands are now on her side, brushing the side of her breast, where she isn't really ticklish but very sensitive. His lips follow his fingers, and as he softly breathes over the damp trail she shudders. "This is so good," she says, a whisper with a purr.
He kisses the slightly jutting hipbone where it slopes into the plain of her stomach, down to her auburn curls. His hand is tan on the creamy mound of her buttock, which she clenches ever so slightly because she can't get rid of the notion that he wants to explore her tighter opening. Chakotay stretches himself out along her back, kisses her shoulder, then the spot behind her ear. "Relax, honey, I won't do it like this. I don't like it very much either."
This helps, for Kathryn's tension abides. Chakotay wraps an arm around her, entwines his fingers with hers. His other hand wanders down her front without further ado, and brushing her clit briefly, he dips his fingers into the wet warmth between her folds. Kathryn jerks, groans, but she won't allow herself to scream her pleasure out loud. She lifts her leg, hooks it around Chakotay's, joins him between her legs, showing him how to stroke, where to touch. Her fingers are tightly woven into his on the pillow.
Then she takes his hand, leads it to her mouth and sucks them clean, tasting herself. "Chakotay, please," she moans, gyrating her hips into his, moving back at him, closer to him where his erection is pulsing into the small of her back. She knows now about his ideas, and already her body is singing with sweet tension because she knows that their joining will be even deeper, more intimate this way.
Chakotay nuzzles at her earlobe, kisses the spot underneath it. When his lips explore her cheek once more, she turns her head to kiss him, as much as you can kiss in that position. "Please, Chakotay. Love me!"
He slides into her without warning, in one smooth stroke, delves deeper into her than he's ever been. He must have brushed the secret spot within her, for her body arcs, jerks, and finally she lets go, wails as she dies the little death. Chakotay withdraws almost immediately, he wants to prolong this, and he knows that he can't hold out much longer.
Kathryn, though, has a different idea, and she clenches her muscles tightly around his penis once he's back. Their fingers woven into each others' almost hurt so strong is their connection, and Chakotay is afraid he might crush her dainty fingers.
"Come on, Chakotay, please," she moans. "Don't do this to us."
"But it's so good."
He moves carefully within her, gently, despite her more ardent rocking against him. Suddenly, at their closest juncture, he holds still, covers the triangle above her legs and stomach with his hand, presses his palm firmly against her damp skin. He can almost feel his penis inside her. Slowly, he picks up his rhythm again, and Kathryn goes limp with pleasure as he heightens the sensations with the palm flattened against her.
The next time Kathryn clenches her inner muscles around him, he cannot hold back any longer, and he streams his seed into her. His face is in the nape of her neck, in her damp hair, his breathing ragged. Kathryn opens her mouth but not sound comes out, not until the pulsing ceases inside her. She cries softly, tears of pleasure running down her face, pushing her pelvis back into him, arching herself away to get as close to him as possible.
Chakotay withdraws only when he's almost flaccid, hesitating to let go after what they've had. Kathryn curls herself into him, nestles into him to remember the closeness they've had.
"Oh God," Kathryn moans once she trusts herself to speak. The slatted sunlight glints on the silken sheen of perspiration that covers their bodies, and Chakotay smoothes her hair back, kisses her widow's peak again.
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