The BLTS Archive - Bajo la Piel/Beneath The Skin
by Briana L. Wright (chakotaytorres@yahoo.com)

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Challenge response. Part II of "Desnuda." The title
(pronounced ba-ho la pee-el) translates to 'beneath the skin.' Written
in third-person perspective.

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Chakotay stepped across the threshold into the steaming shower. Under
B'Elanna's intense gaze, he nearly felt self-conscious. Thankfully, a
healthy dose of lust was helping to push insecurity aside. The contact
of her wet hands to his body melted away any residual fear.

The warmth of her touch calmed and excited him all at once. He closed
his eyes at the sensation of her agile fingertips, delicately tracing
invisible patterns across his chest. With his pulse racing and his
heart pounding, he soon discovered her ministrations were too
overwhelming to bear. He would be in her in less than a minute if she
kept it up. He wanted to take his time with her, without distraction.
Chakotay captured both of her hands with his own, stopping her from
going any further.

B'Elanna met his eyes with a silent question on her lips. He saw it
there, but gave no answer as he released her and moved behind her. She
could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back. A chill of
pleasure ran down her spine as his breath whispered against her ear
lobe. She inhaled sharply. Their slick bodies touched, but still she
wanted him closer.

"Chakotay," she exhaled.

He nuzzled the nape of her neck, reaching for her left hand. Their
fingers interlaced and B'Elanna brought their joined hands to her hip.
She felt for the other behind her, but all she found was a muscled
thigh. He had other plans for his free hand.

Like feathers, his fingertips graced the expanse of her abdomen down
to her navel. Once there, her breath caught in her throat. A smile
curled at his lips. Chakotay knew the erogenous zone well. With great
care, he began to encircle her belly button with a single finger.
Slowly, deliberately.

B'Elanna gripped his hand tighter. The other clutched his thigh, her
fingertips digging into the taut skin. Her breathing became more
shallow as her desire rose. She attested to his own arousal as the
stiff member rubbed up against her thigh. She moaned softly.

Chakotay held fast to her hips, pressing them into his own. His hand
made its way upward in further exploration of her body. He
intentionally let his touch linger as he did so, further provoking
erotic sensation.

Soon B'Elanna felt her breast being massaged in his hand. Chakotay
squeezed the supple flesh tenderly, careful not to bruise her. He
moved in an outward, circular motion until he reached the tip,
pinching it gently with his thumb and forefinger. He repeated the
process before releasing her again.

Torres blinked as want built in her chest, coursed down into the pit
of her stomach and finally settled between her legs. A fog of lust
cast over her eyes and for a moment, everything disappeared. Only
Chakotay's voice brought her back from her reverie.

"You are so beautiful, my love," he whispered into her ear, like a
blessing.

Unlike her previous lovers, Chakotay was selfless. One occasions such
as these, his love elevated her as someone precious, something sacred.
It took their lovemaking beyond physical gratification; it solidified
their emotional connection. Flesh to flesh, soul to soul.

Once again, she felt Chakotay's hand on her skin -- paused just at her
hip. He waited for her response before going any further. But she grew
anxious, her patience dwindling to nil. B'Elanna brought his left hand
-- still entangled with hers -- to her mouth. She took his index
finger and wrapped her tongue around the tip. Then she took the length
of his brown finger between her teeth, grazing the skin as she
withdrew it.

She could feel his groin straining behind her. B'Elanna grinned with
relish and flicked the tip of his finger with her tongue for good
measure.

That gave Chakotay all the encouragement he needed to proceed his
course. His hand went to the outside of her thigh. He slid easily
across the skin as he moved inward. There, he grasped the flesh of her
inner thigh and squeezed tight.

B'Elanna couldn't suppress the groan that escaped from her lips. His
touch was becoming an exquisite torture. Chakotay alternated between
rough and gentle caresses, each time inching closer to the dark apex.
He only got close enough so that his fingers brushed against her damp
curls.

B'Elanna's hips shifted to capture those fingers. She longed for
release.

Chakotay's own self-control was withering. As her hips pressed harder
into his, the greater the temptation to take her from behind became.
It would have been so easy for him to spent himself inside her.

But her touch reminded Chakotay of her need and he pushed his own
aside. He felt her nails digging deeper into him, piercing the skin.
She had to be ready. His hand finally dipped between her lower lips,
testing his theory. Inside, his fingers probed her delicate folds,
searching for the erect nub at her core.

B'Elanna gasped as Chakotay's index finger found the tight bundle of
nerves. She was wonderfully wet and swollen.

Carefully, he began to stoke her most sensitive spot, steadying his
pace to her responses. Soon her soft cries of pleasure became sweet
music to his ears. Slow and steady, Chakotay's hips moved in rhythm
with hers as she rocked against his hand. He placed a kiss on
shoulder, then pushed her ecstasy even further by biting the same spot
-- hard. B'Elanna's head fell back against his chest as specks of
white burst in front of her eyes. Klingon mating customs were a
regular feature of their foreplay. Even B'Elanna's human half
delighted in the stinging sensation of pain blending in with her
sexual euphoria.

Chakotay sank his teeth into her again, taking the flesh between them
and pulling. Her cries elevated as her orgasm built. It wasn't long
before he brought her to her peak, and B'Elanna shuddered against him
as she climaxed.

Water from the shower head spattered onto her eyelids, falling down
her face, onto her lips. She felt every drop as it met her skin. Never
had she felt so liberated from such glorious tension. Every inch of
her skin tingled with sensitivity, like she'd been reborn. Chakotay
clung to her as she came down from bliss.

Gradually, B'Elanna's heart rate returned to normal and she exhaled in
easy breaths. Her lover's right arm came across her chest, bracing her
against him. He held her there for a time, basking in the afterglow of
their bonding.

B'Elanna grinned, happily satiated. "This is why we don't shower
together."

Chakotay kissed the bite mark at her shoulder. The shower water
combined with her sweat; he could taste the salt of her skin. "Mmm.
Pity."

"We'd never leave," B'Elanna said with a touch of sarcasm. "Speaking
of which, don't you have bridge duty in less than an hour?"

Chakotay released her and she turned to face him. He caressed her
cheek as he met her full wet lips.

When he withdrew, he found himself captivated by the dark pools of her
irises. "Well, I certainly can't show up like this." Both pairs of
eyes glanced down at his prominent erection.

Torres brought her hands to his chest, then tilted her head slightly,
placing kisses on the glistening skin. She paused just as she came to
his heart, feeling it thump rapidly.

"I can fix that," she purred.

Chakotay's mouth descended on her neck, alternating between bites and
kisses. Until B'Elanna stopped him abruptly.

"Look at me," she commanded.

He halted his pursuit and did as she asked.

B'Elanna's hands came to his face, embracing him lovingly. Her eyes
bore into his, her own expression flushed with searing passion. Soft
lips pulled at his top one, taking it in for a taste. She paused,
closing her eyes as she savored the delicacy that was his mouth. She
moved onto his bottom lip, nibbling, until finally she brought his
head down to hers, hands pulling at his short hair as their mouths
fused together.

Chakotay pushed her up against the shower wall roughly as water from
the shower head streaming down them both in a steady flow. His
restraint was gone. He lifted her to him, then thrust himself into
her, hard and deep. B'Elanna clung to his body, overcome by his lust
and her own. He drove himself onward as she clenched around him.

"I love you..." he breathed.

Her fingers clawed into his back, leaving streaks of red. "I love
you."

Her eyes fell close and she surrendered her soul to the rapture of his
embrace.

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The End