The BLTS Archive - Midnight Melody
by Jennifer Presley (jlpresley@aol.com) and ASG
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Disclaimers: Paramount owns the characters, we just like messing with
their drab lives!

Note from Jennifer: This is a follow-up to "Midnight Musings", this
one from Chakotay's POV. It is definitely NC-17, so be warned! I want
to extend a big hug and thank you to my co-writer, you know who you
are! :)

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What a long day. Gods, I'm so tired, I just want to fall into my bunk
and sleep for hours. Yet, I'm happy to have gotten the chance to give
Kathryn some time off. She needed it.

For a brief moment, I think about going to her quarters and asking her
to join me for a late dinner, but then I decide against it. As tired
as I am after a day like this, I know this is what she must feel like
after every day she reports to duty. Kathryn never works an 8
hour-shift, they routinely turn into 18 hour marathons, and even
longer at times. She deserves some peace and quiet.

Rubbing my hand tiredly over my face, I decide to take a quick shower
before going to bed. A real shower, at that!

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"Janeway to Chakotay."

The sound of her voice jerks me awake suddenly, and I grab my combadge
to answer. "Yes, Captain?" I fight to disguise the yawn that follows,
not wanting to let her know she had disturbed me. Too late, she sounds
panicked when she answers.

"I'm sorry, Chakotay. I didn't realize the time. I'll talk to you in
the morning. Janeway out." Blinking at the suddenness of her
withdrawal, I get out of bed and quickly grab a shirt and pair of
pants. There is just something about her voice that wasn't right.

I step out of my dark quarters and into the lighted corridor, not
paying any attention to anyone who might be watching as I walk to her
door. I ring the chime and wait to be admitted. It takes two tries
before I hear the door open.

My eyes are still trying to adjust to the difference in the lighting
as I walk in, finding her standing by her couch, a look of panic on
her face. And something else...but just what I can't tell. "Kathryn?
What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, Chakotay. I didn't mean to wake you up. It was nothing,
really." Her voice is shaking slightly, and she's moving her hands
rapidly in the air. It's almost making me dizzy to watch them.

A frown begins to form on my face as I move to stand near her. "What
is it, Kathryn? I can tell something's wrong." She almost looks
like...no, it couldn't be that.

"I..I..nothing." She backs away from me, until the couch impedes her
progress. Now I know there is definitely something going on, and she
is hiding it from me. Stepping forward, I gently grasp her hands in
mine, hoping to still their frantic movements.

"What is going on, Kathryn?" Her answer? She is staring at me like
she's seen a ghost, her mouth opened slightly. This is definitely not
Captain Janeway I'm speaking to, she would no more let an expression
like this cross her face then she would allow a Kazon access to the
warp core. Finally, she speaks.

"Uh.."

Okay, well it's an improvement over the gaping mouth, but not by much.

"I'm worried, Kath." Raising my hand, I caress her cheek before
sitting on the couch and bringing her down to sit next to me. "You're
scaring me." I stare at her expectantly.

"Uh."

The humor of the situation hits me, or I'm just too tired. "I think
you've said that already." I smile at her, not expecting her next
move, not at all.

She kisses me. Hard. On the mouth. Her mouth opening, her tongue
finding it's way to mine. The kiss goes on and on, my shock quickly
disappearing into desire. Then she pulls back, her lips red and
swollen, and my confusion reappears.

"K...Kathryn?"

She grins at me. "Yes, Chakotay?" Her voice is..is..a turn-on. I feel
myself beginning to harden, and jump to my feet to try and hide the
fact from her. The whole situation is beginning to annoy me.

"I don't understand. What the hell was that?" I can feel my
uncertainty rapidly turning to anger, after all, she knows how I feel
about her. And likewise, I know that her sense of duty will not allow
her to return the feelings I know she has until she succeeds in her
mission to get this ship and its crew home.

"Last time I checked, it was called a kiss." Any shred of humor was
erased by this one smart-ass remark. *Did she really say that?*

Turning back to face her, I can't help the yell that erupts. "I know
that was a kiss, Kathryn! You know what I meant!" Now I'm standing
over her, staring down at her brilliant blue eyes.

"I love you?"

Now it's my turn to stare at her, my mouth dropping. I'm trying to
decide whether I need to schedule an appointment with the Doctor for
an auditory exam, when I see the truth in her face. All my anger
drains away, and I am once again amazed by the facets of the woman I
have grown to love deeply. "Was that a question? Or a statement?"

Her smile is breathtaking in its beauty. "It was a statement phrased
as a question."

I stare at her quietly, then turn to walk back towards the door. I'm
not quite sure what I'm doing, and finally I stop to stare at my feet.
I feel like all of a sudden my world has been turned upside down, and
I don't know what to do about it. I'm so lost in thought I don't hear
her approach, until I feel her arms snaking around my chest, her head
resting on my back.  My next move surprises us both.

Grabbing her hands from my chest, I pull her around in front of me and
press her against the wall, holding her hands above her head. Now she
looks as confused as I feel.

"Chakotay?" Her glance slides from my face, down to my arousal before
meeting mine again. I can't help but smile at the amazement visible in
her dilated pupils.

"Are you joking, Kathryn?" I'm proud of the measure of control in my
voice, that it's not shaking like the rest of me. "Because if you
are..." My voice trails off, after all, what could I say? Somehow, the
threat of me having to take a cold shower doesn't seem like it would
affect her all that much.

"No. I love you, Chakotay." The relief I feel as she loosens my hold
on her and embraces me is almost palpable. I return the favor, before
pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. The sweetness of her lips lingers
after I pull back.

My heart sings as I lift her into my arms! No...not just my heart, my
very soul is alive with joy. The love I see in her eyes as she smiles
at me absolutely takes my breath away. I have much to be thankful for.
She kisses my neck as I carry her into the bedroom; soft butterfly
kisses. I smile, not trying to stop the surge of desire that renews
itself within me. Somehow I know that I am about to witness an act of
passion unlike any other; Kathryn Janeway, the woman, unleashed from
self-imposed exile into the sensual world once more.

Once inside, I set her down, my hands reaching for her uniform even
before I have fully released her. She doesn't resist. Her hands join
mine as I tug and pull all the layers from her body. She reaches to
release me from my own material even as I undress her. We are in no
rush. Minutes seem like hours as we work in unison, allowing our
fingertips to caress each bit of exposed flesh on each other. The
sensations are divine. Her breath catches as my bottoms fall to the
floor. She admires my physique shamelessly before raising a tearful
gaze back up to my face. My eyes catch hers as I unhook her brassiere
and slip it off. A lump forms in my own throat as I reach for her, my
thumbs teasing her hardened nipples until she gasps, her entire body
beginning to tremble. She is beautiful...perfection in my eyes.
Reluctantly, I let go and slide my hands further down where I slip off
the last barrier between us, my face playfully nuzzling her bosom as I
do so. Her soft laughter is seductive, sending chills down my spine.

Moments later, we're laying side by side on her bed, caressing each
other lovingly, thoroughly. Our lips meet once more, passion fusing us
together as our spirits entwine. Gently, I trail a finger down her
side, over her hip and onto her thigh. Her reaction is enough to tell
me just how ticklish our fearless leader is. My fingers wander lower,
briefly stroking the dark curls that hide her own arousal. I am
surprised that my touch causes her to part her legs slightly...almost
instinctively. I feel tears forming behind my closed eyelids at such a
gesture of implicit trust. Our newest journey has just begun, and yet
she trusts me so deeply...

My fingers accept the invitation, sliding slowly between her legs and
across her folds. Avoiding her most sensitive area, I caress her
wetness tenderly, stroking back and forth until she begins to squirm.
Our kiss ends, then, as she takes a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes
still closed in rapture. I watch her carefully as I continue, my index
finger seeking her warm entrance. She trembles as I slide myself
inside, soft sighs slipping from her throat. More tears swim in my
eyes as I watch Kathryn's shields dissolving before me. She's letting
go completely, I can tell; lowering all those protective barriers that
kept her safe and strong for so long. And all for me...I feel so
blessed.

As I gently caress her inner folds, sliding slowly and steadily, she
lowers herself until she is laying on her back. She moves her hips
then, meeting my finger stroke for stroke as her tongue darts out to
wet her lips. Gods, she is so beautiful! Without a second thought I
lower my face to her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth where I
suckle it tenderly. I hear her soft cry of pleasure, her body arching
smoothly off the bed at my touch. Deep inside, I feel a ripple through
her muscles, the sweet promise of things to come. I am in awe of her
beauty; her essence intoxicates me like nothing ever has before. I
just want to drink her in until I can't go any farther...Gods, you are
my life, Kathryn!

I feel her undulating against my finger, sending a silent message to
me. I raise my face to look at her. She is flushed with desire, her
eyes now open and dark, and she smiles with such candor that I can't
stop myself from chuckling. She knows what she wants, and she knows
how to get it, too. I am yours, Kathryn...all of me. Slowly, I move my
thumb through her wetness, searching the folds until I find her
hardness. My first touch sends a jolt through her system, her hips
bucking slightly, and a gasp echoing through the silent room. I begin
a steady rhythm against her sensitive bud, matching it with the finger
that I continue to slide inside her. She moans as my ministrations
progress, both of her hands reaching for me. She pulls my head down to
her lips, kissing me with an intensity I didn't think possible. Our
tongues tangle together fiercely as she continues to move against my
hand with gentle insistence.

Without breaking the kiss, I feel her pressing me onto my back. I move
to keep my fingers within her softness, but she gently pulls them away
from her. I feel so empty as I lose contact...But, then I feel her
hands caressing my chest as she moves to lean over me, tracing
patterns against my skin. It makes me shiver. Noticing my reaction,
she continues with her task until her soft hands make contact with my
arousal. She is tentative as she touches me, shy almost. I wouldn't
have expected that from her. She fondles me slowly, fingers grasping
my length with growing confidence; learning me thoroughly. My member
twitches under her tender guidance, causing her to smile, even as we
continue to kiss. I hum a response into her mouth, letting her know
how wonderful her touch feels. I feel as though I have dissolved into
a world of pure pleasure, the feel of her stroking me being my only
reality. Again my body shudders.

When our lips finally part, she is smiling wickedly at me, her eyes
full of such love and wonder. I realize at that moment how long it's
been for her; how long she's gone without the comfort and support of a
loved one. Her smile is so genuine and playful...Gods, how I wish she
would have let me into her world sooner! She deserves so much more
than she's allowed herself the past few years. The thought brings a
lump to my throat as I watch her. I push myself up, bracing on my
elbow as I kiss her once more. Her lips are sweet and inviting. When
it ends, she brushes her nose against mine, not wanting to break
contact. I reach down and still her hand from its intimate caress,
then. Her eyes plead with me even as she tries to continue, but I hold
her firmly. "Let me...?" she whispers. I just smile and disengage her
fingers from my hardness one by one.

Laying her back down, I cover her body with mine, trailing kisses down
her neck and back onto her chest where I give my full attention to her
breasts. I suckle and nip and tease both of them with my tongue until
she is a whimpering puddle beneath me, arching seductively into my
ministrations. She is sensitive here, I notice, my efforts causing her
lower body to move restlessly. I smile as I flick my tongue across one
nipple while teasing the other with my thumb. The combination causes a
choked response from her. I feel her entire body shaking at my
continued assault. I could do this forever, causing her this much
pleasure. My Kathryn...

Her hands are in my hair, grasping desperately as I prolong my
attentions to her bosom. She is breathing hard. I smile inwardly. She
has no idea how long I could keep this up. I'm in no hurry. Lovemaking
should never be rushed; it's something to be cherished one precious
moment at a time. I suddenly remember a piece of advice imparted to me
long ago by my father. I was a hormonally charged teenager at the
time, but even then his words made a deep impression: 'Chakotay,' he
said. 'When a woman opens herself to you, she is offering you the
greatest of gifts. Never forget this.'

I never did...

I ease up on my attentions finally, kissing my way back up to her neck
where I nuzzle her behind her ear. Again she trembles...another
sensitive spot. Reaching between us, I rub the head of my penis along
her folds, making sure to catch her bud several times. She moans
loudly in my ear, tilting her pelvis toward me eagerly. It's time.

Positioning myself carefully, I nudging inside her warmth, one
millimeter at a time. I move slowly, getting the tip nearly all the
way inside before I encounter some resistance. Again I am reminded of
how long it's been for her. She is tiny; I am not. I ease myself out,
relishing in the feel of her silkiness, and refocus my attentions back
on her breasts. Patience has always been one of my strong points.
Kathryn Janeway is a whole different story. As soon as she feels me
leave her, she groans in protest. I silence her with a kiss until I
feel her body relaxing again. Then, I repeat the intimate movement,
slipping my member in until I am stopped by her flesh once more. I
feel her stiffen slightly this time and know that she is experiencing
some discomfort. Gently, I pull back out, nibbling on her ear instead
for a few minutes. I repeat this technique over and over, each time
getting a little further within her beautiful body until I finally
feel myself nudge her cervix deep inside. She is crying by this time,
her tears slipping onto my shoulder as she mumbles words of love to
me. I feel tears in my own eyes as I whisper back to her in response.
We cradle each other like this for a long time, finally joined
together in every glorious way. I remain motionless, allowing her to
adjust to my size until I feel her pushing into me, urging the moment
forward. I know she is ready now.

Pulling my head up, I stare into her teary eyes as I pull back and
then thrust inside, slowly but surely. She smiles and closes her eyes
to the sensations. I thrust again, and then again, smiling, myself, as
she gasps and then moans. Her hips join mine, counter thrusting
deeply, causing my own body to spasm sharply. Gods, Kathryn...have you
any idea...

A new plan forms in my mind as I watch the pleasure cross her face.
She is so unbelievably beautiful...I withdraw from her depths
completely, and maneuver myself until my face is between her parted
legs. I hear her confusion, her whimper of protest, but I am
determined. Closing my eyes, I bury myself in her wetness, beginning a
direct attack on her clitoris, my tongue savoring her sweetness. She
tastes absolutely incredible. As I make contact, I hear a startled
wail and feel her hips thrust off the bed. My heart sings at the
sound. Despite the urgency I hear from her, I never waver from my
pace. She is getting close, I can tell. I keep my eyes closed and
reach out to her with all of my senses, hoping my perception will be
accurate. I continue making love to her with tender lips and tongue
until she is wild with need. Her entire body is quivering. Her hips
rotate against me with purpose now, giving me the signal I was waiting
for. She is on the edge, desperation gripping her voice, which now
echoes repeatedly through the room.

In an instant, I pull my face away and fall back into her embrace,
plunging my member deeply inside where I grind my pelvis against hers
in slow circles. Caught off guard, I hear her breathy pants as the
desired response begins to happen. Within moments her body begins
writhing against me and she cries out in surprise, wrapping her legs
around my waist. I smile, nuzzling her neck once more as I wait.
Seconds later, I feel her inner walls begin to tighten around me, her
voice raising sharply. I continue my ministrations calmly, without
breaking rhythm, memorizing each sensation and sound. Her hands grasp
at my back and arms, squeezing mercilessly, but I pay them no mind. I
am lost in her; I belong to her fully now...

Her movement becomes frenzied, hips thrusting against me, completely
unable to counter my rhythm any longer. Just as I take a deep breath,
drowning in the scent of her, I feel her muscles begin to contract
wildly around my member, sending her body into ecstasy. She jerks
violently beneath me, screaming my name as five years of repressed
emotion and desire bleeds away in wave after wave of pure pleasure. I
have no idea that I'm crying during her climax. My own sobs are lost
in the magic of the moment. But, when she finally settles, joy ebbing
away slowly, I find her caressing the back of my head and murmuring
soothing words into my ear. I don't feel foolish. I don't think I've
ever felt so honored in my entire life...

With renewed desire, I begin thrusting into her deeply, causing her to
breathe sharply. Somehow, I've managed to endure her release without
my own taking over. I feel her tightening around me, clenching her
muscles to aid my own journey. I am so blessed...Again and again I
slide into her, letting myself go until I feel the first threads of
pleasure ripple through me. Gods, she's still whispering! I can't make
out the words, but her tone is so seductive...so incredible...I love
you, Kathryn!!

I don't realize that I've spoken out loud until I hear her echoing my
words in a choked sob. She holds me tightly, protectively, as my
orgasm erupts in a river of bliss, warming her insides with my seed. I
jerk and shudder for long moments, my body completely drained from the
experience. Through it all, she holds me close, breathing words of
love and reassurance to my trembling form. I belong to her...we belong
to each other now...

When, at last, we fall apart, resting from our joyous exertions, our
hands continue a journey of love, caressing and soothing until desire
moves us into action once more. The rest of the evening is intense. We
make love again and again, our passionate declarations providing a
comforting melody to the music of the night. The stars looked on as we
finally fell into an exhausted sleep, spooned together and still
joined intimately, our bodies still trembling in the sweet afterglow
of desire. We had found peace at last...

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The End