Voyager fic: Persistance of Vision - Chakotay
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Title: Persistance of Vision - Chakotay
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Pairing/Characters: Janeway/Chakotay
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,588
Spoilers: Persistance of Vision
Summary: What Chakotay saw. Set during Persistance of Vision.
“Commander, give Lieutenant Torres a hand in Engineering.”
I give a terse nod and make for the turbolift. The doors hiss open with agonizing slowness. I grit my teeth impatiently. The faster I get off the bridge, the faster I can get away from that viewscreen, and the little glimpses of images it keeps sending me. Not whole ones, just bits and pieces. A glimpse of a smile there, a flash of shining auburn hair here.
But it is enough.
Enough to make my belly clench with desire. I grind my teeth together. “Engineering.” No time for distractions. Get a hold of yourself.
“On second thought-” A slim hand thrusts itself between the lift’s closing doors. They hesitate as if confused, then draw back fully as the captain joins me in the lift. “Maybe I’ll come with you. I can do more for the ship down here. Engineering,” she orders, and the doors close with a whoosh as the lift obediently begins to move.
“Captain, with all due respect…shouldn’t you be on the bridge?”
I expected her to snap at me. It’s not your call to tell me where my place is on my ship, Mister, is what should come out of that delicate mouth. Strong words for a strong woman. Instead, she merely shakes her head. “I’ll be more useful in Engineering,” is her only response.
The lift grinds to a halt beneath us. The computer makes a futile attempt at an error noise, then gives up and peters out weakly. “Er…o…o…orrrrrrr….”
“You’ve got to be joking.” Janeway taps her comm badge sharply.
”Janeway to Torres. Commander Chakotay and I are stuck in the turbolift.” She pauses. “B’Elanna, respond.”
No answer. I try my own comm. “Chakotay to Engineering, respond.”
Nothing.
“Well, there’s nothing for it.” Janeway takes a deep breath. “We’ll have to climb down the shaft to Engineering.” Bending over, she attempts to detach the panel from the wall. “Give me a hand with this, will you?”
My stomach clenches again, trying to ignore the trim rear I am being presented with.
Auburn hair, being whipped around by the wind. Her smile is stunning. Laughter…
“Now, Chakotay, if you don’t mind!”
I reach out to help her remove the panel, but it comes free without my assistance, knocking the captain down and giving her-and me-a lungful of fluorine.
“Put it back, quick!” she gasps, coughing frantically. I comply, fastening the panel back in place, and the choking white gas dissipates as if by magic.
Janeway shakes her head, scooting her back against the wall of the turbolift. “We won’t be able to go that way,” she says, her disappointment evident. Glancing up, she meets my eyes, and I get the full blast of that smoky blue gaze.
Mischievous blue eyes, smiling at me. Her, pressed up against my chest, purring something in my ear…
“…guess there’s not much else we can do but wait, since the comm badges are malfunctioning, too.” She is talking to me. I blink.
“There must be something we can do, Captain.”
“Have a seat, Chakotay. We might be here for a while.” I hesitate, and her demeanor becomes mischievous. “I can make that an order, if you like.” She is smiling up at me, her blue eyes twinkling.
I sit. She turns so she can look at me, and I swallow hard. I am almost never this close to her. Close enough to smell her perfume, wafting toward me, close enough for her breasts to be brushing my chest.
She smells like rose petals as her hair-released from its bun-falls across my face. My hands on her back, groping, fumbling, as…
“Anyway, Chakotay, is it really such an awful thing to be stuck in a turbolift with me?” She gives me one of those bright smiles, an impish twinkle in her eyes.
Turbolift? Oh yes, we’re stuck in one, I remember hazily.
Janeway leaned a little closer, and I feel something twitch as her thigh presses against mine. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Commander.” Her voice is husky. “You aren’t the worst person I can think of to be stuck in a turbolift with.”
For some reason, she’s wearing a dress-a beautiful, blue-gray thing that highlights all her curves. I look down and find myself staring at a very impressive cleavage, her pale skin glowing softly in the dim lighting. There is another twitch of appreciation from down low.
“Chakotay…” My name comes out as a sigh as she looks up at me adoringly. “I love you.”
“Kathryn,” I say hoarsely. It’s all I can say. I touch her waist lightly, then her back, then her hair.
She presses closer, face upturned, and I kiss her. Long and slow and luxuriously, reveling in the feel of her lips beneath mine, her soft hair sliding through my fingers. The smell of her perfume. She smells like roses. The material of her dress whispers softly against my shirt, as she shifts positions, a soft moan escaping her.
“Oh Chakotay…”
We kiss again. And again. My lips are touching her neck, tasting her skin… And then she is pulling my shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere else, running her hands over my bare chest.
I unzip the back of her dress, and we disentangle for a moment, letting the shimmery material puddle around her feet so she is left standing in her underclothes-black satin. Her skin glows against the dark color. She has light freckles dusted across the tops of her breasts, and I touch my mouth to them, earning a giggle.
A throaty laugh as I push her back onto the bed, her body moving under mine…For a brief, brief, moment, I find it strange that there is a bed in the turbolift, but then I remember we are not in the turbolift-we are in her bedroom, which is of course a perfect place for a bed. Doubts assuaged, I kiss her again, then pause over her, meeting her eyes, searching them.
The love in those blue-gray depths stills my heart. “I love you, Kathryn,” I whisper.
She takes my face in her hands and kisses me gently. “I love you, Chakotay.” Then she rolls over, taking me with her, and I am the one on the bottom as she straddles me. A groan forces its way out as she deliberately rubs against a rather pressing need. Desire swamps me, leaving me breathless for a moment.
I catch my breath, and take the opportunity to unhook her bra and slide it down her arms. She shakes it off impatiently, and throws it somewhere else. Perhaps the same black hole my shirt disappeared into.
Small fingers are unfastening my pants, helping me kick them off. A similar thing happens to my boxers, and now there is only a fine layer of black satin between her and me. I yank it off, and skin slides against skin, need presses need, and then I am sheathed inside her, gloriously inside her, and she is tight around me…
I hear her moaning, breath catching, and know similar sounds are coming from my throat. We roll on the bed-she is on top, then I am, then stars are building behind my eyes and exploding into white heat, Kathryn is moaning beneath me, and we are flying together…
We cling to each other, side by side now on the bed, and kiss each other through the aftershocks. Her legs are wrapped around my waist-her arms are around my neck. The air smells of the wonderful musk from our lovemaking, hers mingled with mine…and a hint of rose petals.
I kiss her mouth, swollen from earlier. “Kathryn, I love you,” I tell her again, a touch of wonder in my voice.
She smiles, her eyes lighting up. She doesn’t answer-but she doesn’t have to. I feel it in her eyes, in her touch.
We hold each other close, sharing small kisses, soft murmurs of love, prolonging the bliss for as long as possible. And together, in the circle of each other’s arms, we drift off to sleep.
***
“Captain. Commander.”
Someone is shaking my shoulder gently. I stumble back, forcing my eyes to open and look around. I am in a turbolift, standing next to the captain. It is Harry Kim shaking me awake, and he puts a hand on my shoulder to steady me. “Easy, sir.”
“The Bothan?” Janeway demands. She is awake too, and is leaning on the wall for support.
“Stopped firing.” Harry’s eyes are tired. “Kes captured the one responsible for putting us under; he’s in Engineering.”
Janeway gives a sharp nod. “I’ll be right there. Commander, you have the bridge.”
“Yes ma’am.” I step out of the turbolift. The doors close behind me, and Kathryn is gone.
“Commander?” Harry is at my elbow.
“Coming, Ensign.” I cross the bridge and seat myself in the command chair. “Status, Mr. Kim.”
“The three Bothan ships are holding position two hundred meters off our port side,” he reports. I turn to look at him. There is a kind of exhaustion in his face, as though he is too numb to feel sorrow. His eyes are dull.
“What’s the damage to the ship?” The Starfleet Academy professor in me decides the word is ‘emotionally exhausted.’ The lover in me concurs as he looks up at me and our gazes meet.
A corner of his mouth lifts sadly in acknowledgement of my conclusion.
“No damage, sir.”
Title: Persistance of Vision - Chakotay
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Pairing/Characters: Janeway/Chakotay
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,588
Spoilers: Persistance of Vision
Summary: What Chakotay saw. Set during Persistance of Vision.
“Commander, give Lieutenant Torres a hand in Engineering.”
I give a terse nod and make for the turbolift. The doors hiss open with agonizing slowness. I grit my teeth impatiently. The faster I get off the bridge, the faster I can get away from that viewscreen, and the little glimpses of images it keeps sending me. Not whole ones, just bits and pieces. A glimpse of a smile there, a flash of shining auburn hair here.
But it is enough.
Enough to make my belly clench with desire. I grind my teeth together. “Engineering.” No time for distractions. Get a hold of yourself.
“On second thought-” A slim hand thrusts itself between the lift’s closing doors. They hesitate as if confused, then draw back fully as the captain joins me in the lift. “Maybe I’ll come with you. I can do more for the ship down here. Engineering,” she orders, and the doors close with a whoosh as the lift obediently begins to move.
“Captain, with all due respect…shouldn’t you be on the bridge?”
I expected her to snap at me. It’s not your call to tell me where my place is on my ship, Mister, is what should come out of that delicate mouth. Strong words for a strong woman. Instead, she merely shakes her head. “I’ll be more useful in Engineering,” is her only response.
The lift grinds to a halt beneath us. The computer makes a futile attempt at an error noise, then gives up and peters out weakly. “Er…o…o…orrrrrrr….”
“You’ve got to be joking.” Janeway taps her comm badge sharply.
”Janeway to Torres. Commander Chakotay and I are stuck in the turbolift.” She pauses. “B’Elanna, respond.”
No answer. I try my own comm. “Chakotay to Engineering, respond.”
Nothing.
“Well, there’s nothing for it.” Janeway takes a deep breath. “We’ll have to climb down the shaft to Engineering.” Bending over, she attempts to detach the panel from the wall. “Give me a hand with this, will you?”
My stomach clenches again, trying to ignore the trim rear I am being presented with.
Auburn hair, being whipped around by the wind. Her smile is stunning. Laughter…
“Now, Chakotay, if you don’t mind!”
I reach out to help her remove the panel, but it comes free without my assistance, knocking the captain down and giving her-and me-a lungful of fluorine.
“Put it back, quick!” she gasps, coughing frantically. I comply, fastening the panel back in place, and the choking white gas dissipates as if by magic.
Janeway shakes her head, scooting her back against the wall of the turbolift. “We won’t be able to go that way,” she says, her disappointment evident. Glancing up, she meets my eyes, and I get the full blast of that smoky blue gaze.
Mischievous blue eyes, smiling at me. Her, pressed up against my chest, purring something in my ear…
“…guess there’s not much else we can do but wait, since the comm badges are malfunctioning, too.” She is talking to me. I blink.
“There must be something we can do, Captain.”
“Have a seat, Chakotay. We might be here for a while.” I hesitate, and her demeanor becomes mischievous. “I can make that an order, if you like.” She is smiling up at me, her blue eyes twinkling.
I sit. She turns so she can look at me, and I swallow hard. I am almost never this close to her. Close enough to smell her perfume, wafting toward me, close enough for her breasts to be brushing my chest.
She smells like rose petals as her hair-released from its bun-falls across my face. My hands on her back, groping, fumbling, as…
“Anyway, Chakotay, is it really such an awful thing to be stuck in a turbolift with me?” She gives me one of those bright smiles, an impish twinkle in her eyes.
Turbolift? Oh yes, we’re stuck in one, I remember hazily.
Janeway leaned a little closer, and I feel something twitch as her thigh presses against mine. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Commander.” Her voice is husky. “You aren’t the worst person I can think of to be stuck in a turbolift with.”
For some reason, she’s wearing a dress-a beautiful, blue-gray thing that highlights all her curves. I look down and find myself staring at a very impressive cleavage, her pale skin glowing softly in the dim lighting. There is another twitch of appreciation from down low.
“Chakotay…” My name comes out as a sigh as she looks up at me adoringly. “I love you.”
“Kathryn,” I say hoarsely. It’s all I can say. I touch her waist lightly, then her back, then her hair.
She presses closer, face upturned, and I kiss her. Long and slow and luxuriously, reveling in the feel of her lips beneath mine, her soft hair sliding through my fingers. The smell of her perfume. She smells like roses. The material of her dress whispers softly against my shirt, as she shifts positions, a soft moan escaping her.
“Oh Chakotay…”
We kiss again. And again. My lips are touching her neck, tasting her skin… And then she is pulling my shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere else, running her hands over my bare chest.
I unzip the back of her dress, and we disentangle for a moment, letting the shimmery material puddle around her feet so she is left standing in her underclothes-black satin. Her skin glows against the dark color. She has light freckles dusted across the tops of her breasts, and I touch my mouth to them, earning a giggle.
A throaty laugh as I push her back onto the bed, her body moving under mine…For a brief, brief, moment, I find it strange that there is a bed in the turbolift, but then I remember we are not in the turbolift-we are in her bedroom, which is of course a perfect place for a bed. Doubts assuaged, I kiss her again, then pause over her, meeting her eyes, searching them.
The love in those blue-gray depths stills my heart. “I love you, Kathryn,” I whisper.
She takes my face in her hands and kisses me gently. “I love you, Chakotay.” Then she rolls over, taking me with her, and I am the one on the bottom as she straddles me. A groan forces its way out as she deliberately rubs against a rather pressing need. Desire swamps me, leaving me breathless for a moment.
I catch my breath, and take the opportunity to unhook her bra and slide it down her arms. She shakes it off impatiently, and throws it somewhere else. Perhaps the same black hole my shirt disappeared into.
Small fingers are unfastening my pants, helping me kick them off. A similar thing happens to my boxers, and now there is only a fine layer of black satin between her and me. I yank it off, and skin slides against skin, need presses need, and then I am sheathed inside her, gloriously inside her, and she is tight around me…
I hear her moaning, breath catching, and know similar sounds are coming from my throat. We roll on the bed-she is on top, then I am, then stars are building behind my eyes and exploding into white heat, Kathryn is moaning beneath me, and we are flying together…
We cling to each other, side by side now on the bed, and kiss each other through the aftershocks. Her legs are wrapped around my waist-her arms are around my neck. The air smells of the wonderful musk from our lovemaking, hers mingled with mine…and a hint of rose petals.
I kiss her mouth, swollen from earlier. “Kathryn, I love you,” I tell her again, a touch of wonder in my voice.
She smiles, her eyes lighting up. She doesn’t answer-but she doesn’t have to. I feel it in her eyes, in her touch.
We hold each other close, sharing small kisses, soft murmurs of love, prolonging the bliss for as long as possible. And together, in the circle of each other’s arms, we drift off to sleep.
***
“Captain. Commander.”
Someone is shaking my shoulder gently. I stumble back, forcing my eyes to open and look around. I am in a turbolift, standing next to the captain. It is Harry Kim shaking me awake, and he puts a hand on my shoulder to steady me. “Easy, sir.”
“The Bothan?” Janeway demands. She is awake too, and is leaning on the wall for support.
“Stopped firing.” Harry’s eyes are tired. “Kes captured the one responsible for putting us under; he’s in Engineering.”
Janeway gives a sharp nod. “I’ll be right there. Commander, you have the bridge.”
“Yes ma’am.” I step out of the turbolift. The doors close behind me, and Kathryn is gone.
“Commander?” Harry is at my elbow.
“Coming, Ensign.” I cross the bridge and seat myself in the command chair. “Status, Mr. Kim.”
“The three Bothan ships are holding position two hundred meters off our port side,” he reports. I turn to look at him. There is a kind of exhaustion in his face, as though he is too numb to feel sorrow. His eyes are dull.
“What’s the damage to the ship?” The Starfleet Academy professor in me decides the word is ‘emotionally exhausted.’ The lover in me concurs as he looks up at me and our gazes meet.
A corner of his mouth lifts sadly in acknowledgement of my conclusion.
“No damage, sir.”