[STV: J/C Fic] The Act
The Act
Sydney Alexis
I was rather surprised when Chakotay agreed to a night cap. It was, after all, a thinly veiled plot to get him to come in. I was about to leave him in the living room, when he reached out and took my hand. The warmth of it, the softness of it... he walked towards me, smiling. I closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me. Lightly at first, but I could feel the pressure of his tongue against my lips. I gave in, letting him draw me towards him. I pulled away slightly, and looked into his eyes. I saw nothing but such love that he held for me.
"You don't have to..."
"Shhhh..." I pressed my finger against my lips.
I leaned in and kissed him again. Chakotay moved to my back, moving my hair to one side. He started kissing the nape of my neck. I felt his hands move to the zipper on my dress, easing it down ever so slowly. Then his lips moved along my spine. He continued down to the small of my back, returning to my neck and shoulders from there. He began to glide the straps of the dress off my shoulders, guiding the fabric over every curve until it lay on the floor in a puddle of soft green fabric.
I turned to face him. His need betrayed by his gentle glance. He returned to my lips again. Just teasing them with his. I closed my eyes, and drew in a deep breath. I knew I was allowing myself to fall in love. I also knew the implications, but I didn't care. I let my hands glide from his back to the buttons of his shirt. One by one I unveiled his chest, and slowly slipped his shirt off.
Chakotay began to move from my lips to my neck again, this time he allowed his hands to explore my body. They went from my back to shoulders, then followed the curve of my body to my breast. I let out a small gasp as a wave of heat passed through me. Just that simple touch started a dull ache inside me.
When his hands finally reached my thighs, I felt him lift me into his arms. I closed my eyes again, placing my head against his chest as he carried me into the bedroom. With great care, he lowered me to the bed. Joining me at my side after shedding his pants. He continued to tease me by returning to my lips. Kissing me deeply this time.
Growing bolder with each passing moment, he continued to explore my body, but this time with his lips. He moved from my mouth to my neck, down my chest to my breast again. His kisses were like feathers on my skin; just giving the suggestion of what was to come.
"Chakotay..." I whispered.
He responded by continuing down my body, from my stomach to my thigh. He stopped there, teasing me further. His touch was slow, methodical. He was in total control, and I was loving every minute of it. My mind was overcome with only basic senses...his smell, his touch, the softness of his hands against my flesh, the sight of his eyes drinking in the sight of my body, the feel of his hair as I ran my fingers through it.
Chakotay's hands found mine as they gripped onto the sheets. It was taking every ounce of energy I had not to scream out. He laced his fingers between mine, and returned to my lips. His kiss was sotf at first, but gained momentum. It felt more like an innuendo of what was to come. I felt him move from beside me to on top of me. Our eyes locked. My hands drifting up his back, digging my nails into his back as I felt him enter me.
I could only describe it as a feeling of home. It wasn't like the others I had had; it felt right, like I was meant to be there with him in this moment. Time seemed to melt. Seconds felt more like minutes, and all of it meant nothing to me.
He laid by my side, and took me in his arms. Brushing the hair out of my face, he whispered, "I love you, Kathryn."
I was grateful for the darkness of the room then. I didn't want him to see that I was crying. It was the first time that I had heard those words, and knew that they were meant.
"I love you too, Chakotay," I said, listening to the quiver in my voice.
He drew me closer to him, and I could hear his heartbeat slow as he drifted off. It had been so long since I had trusted a man enough to fall asleep in his arms. Chakotay was like my first in so many ways. He made me regret that I could not change the past. As it stood now, he had the awesome task of making me a whole person again; he would have to teach me how to love, trust, and be close to another man. Of course, he had already accomplished most of those on some level. Perhaps I was regretting that I had waited so long to give in to his advances.
Sydney Alexis
I was rather surprised when Chakotay agreed to a night cap. It was, after all, a thinly veiled plot to get him to come in. I was about to leave him in the living room, when he reached out and took my hand. The warmth of it, the softness of it... he walked towards me, smiling. I closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me. Lightly at first, but I could feel the pressure of his tongue against my lips. I gave in, letting him draw me towards him. I pulled away slightly, and looked into his eyes. I saw nothing but such love that he held for me.
"You don't have to..."
"Shhhh..." I pressed my finger against my lips.
I leaned in and kissed him again. Chakotay moved to my back, moving my hair to one side. He started kissing the nape of my neck. I felt his hands move to the zipper on my dress, easing it down ever so slowly. Then his lips moved along my spine. He continued down to the small of my back, returning to my neck and shoulders from there. He began to glide the straps of the dress off my shoulders, guiding the fabric over every curve until it lay on the floor in a puddle of soft green fabric.
I turned to face him. His need betrayed by his gentle glance. He returned to my lips again. Just teasing them with his. I closed my eyes, and drew in a deep breath. I knew I was allowing myself to fall in love. I also knew the implications, but I didn't care. I let my hands glide from his back to the buttons of his shirt. One by one I unveiled his chest, and slowly slipped his shirt off.
Chakotay began to move from my lips to my neck again, this time he allowed his hands to explore my body. They went from my back to shoulders, then followed the curve of my body to my breast. I let out a small gasp as a wave of heat passed through me. Just that simple touch started a dull ache inside me.
When his hands finally reached my thighs, I felt him lift me into his arms. I closed my eyes again, placing my head against his chest as he carried me into the bedroom. With great care, he lowered me to the bed. Joining me at my side after shedding his pants. He continued to tease me by returning to my lips. Kissing me deeply this time.
Growing bolder with each passing moment, he continued to explore my body, but this time with his lips. He moved from my mouth to my neck, down my chest to my breast again. His kisses were like feathers on my skin; just giving the suggestion of what was to come.
"Chakotay..." I whispered.
He responded by continuing down my body, from my stomach to my thigh. He stopped there, teasing me further. His touch was slow, methodical. He was in total control, and I was loving every minute of it. My mind was overcome with only basic senses...his smell, his touch, the softness of his hands against my flesh, the sight of his eyes drinking in the sight of my body, the feel of his hair as I ran my fingers through it.
Chakotay's hands found mine as they gripped onto the sheets. It was taking every ounce of energy I had not to scream out. He laced his fingers between mine, and returned to my lips. His kiss was sotf at first, but gained momentum. It felt more like an innuendo of what was to come. I felt him move from beside me to on top of me. Our eyes locked. My hands drifting up his back, digging my nails into his back as I felt him enter me.
I could only describe it as a feeling of home. It wasn't like the others I had had; it felt right, like I was meant to be there with him in this moment. Time seemed to melt. Seconds felt more like minutes, and all of it meant nothing to me.
He laid by my side, and took me in his arms. Brushing the hair out of my face, he whispered, "I love you, Kathryn."
I was grateful for the darkness of the room then. I didn't want him to see that I was crying. It was the first time that I had heard those words, and knew that they were meant.
"I love you too, Chakotay," I said, listening to the quiver in my voice.
He drew me closer to him, and I could hear his heartbeat slow as he drifted off. It had been so long since I had trusted a man enough to fall asleep in his arms. Chakotay was like my first in so many ways. He made me regret that I could not change the past. As it stood now, he had the awesome task of making me a whole person again; he would have to teach me how to love, trust, and be close to another man. Of course, he had already accomplished most of those on some level. Perhaps I was regretting that I had waited so long to give in to his advances.