The BLTS Archive - Nighttime Interlude
by Jennifer Presley (jlpresley@aol.com)

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Disclaimers: The characters may be Paramount's, but they sure as heck
wouldn't allow them this!

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"Chak'tay?" Her voice is quiet. "You awake?"

"No." My voice is muffled by the pillow. "Go 'way."

I hear the laughter in her voice, as her soft hand digs into the
tender space between my ribs. "You're lying to your senior officer,
Commander."

Groaning, I roll onto my back, halfheartedly pushing at her hand that
is now venturing lower. "All right, I'm awake." I brush my hand across
my eyes. "But this had better be important, ma'am."

She is propped up on her elbow, her short hair tousled and falling in
her face. "Oh, I don't know, depends on how important this is..." Her
voice trails off as she leans over and kisses me.

I manage to moan agreement before her tongue engages mine. I pull her
to me, tangling my hands in her hair to hold her close. Her hands are
roaming my lower body, inching closer and closer to my throbbing
member. "Oh gods, Kath..." Shifting my weight, I flip her over onto
her back and position myself between her legs.

"Why, Chakotay, I thought you wanted to sleep?" She is giving me a
smug look as she wraps her legs around my back.

Thrusting my hips, I enter her, sheathing myself to the hilt in her
willing flesh. "Suddenly, I'm not so tired, Kathryn." Pulling back
slightly, I begin to rock into her, as she raises her hips in perfect
counterpoint. Our mouths meet in a searing kiss, then I trail kisses
down to her perfect breasts, stopping to gently suckle on her turgid
nipples.

Her moans are intoxicating to my senses, as she starts to roll her
hips against me, attempting to stimulate herself into climax. Wanting
to share the pleasure, I stop thrusting long enough to roll onto my
back, pulling her around with me, so she is on top. Now, my hands are
free and I put them to good use. One pulls her head down to mine, the
other begins to stroke her bud of desire.

She arches her back, her inner muscles clenching me tightly as she
begins to shake from the pure ecstasy filling her. I try to hold back,
but her abandonment spurs me, and I lose myself in the moment,
spurting my hot fluid into her. Moments later, she collapses on me,
our breathing harsh sounding in the quiet of the room. My chest is
heaving, sweat rolling down my brow as I stroke her hair. Long moments
pass before she raises herself up enough to look at me.

"Aren't you glad I woke you, Chakotay?" The gleam in her eyes makes me
laugh as I pull her into a tight embrace. "I guess that means you're
not mad at me?"

"Not at all, Kathryn." I lean forward for a kiss. "You can wake me
anytime." Her soft laughter wraps around me as we drift off into
sleep, her head nestled on my shoulder.

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The End