Connected
by Kat and Kadi
Rated NC-17

Disclaimer: Yeah right...like TPTB would ever come up with something this
good! :P~ (hehe, i got the ego to be one of them! :P)


He bent over, idly blowing a lock of hair from his forehead as he lifted yet
another crate. The muscles of his arms ached and bulged as he lifted it over
his head, adding it to the ever growing stack. He turned after that, and
lifted a large bottle of water. He threw his head back and lifted the bottle
over his head. Tipping it back, he let the cool liquid flow over his face.
The water trickled downward, moving over the finely chiseled muscles of his
chest and stomach. Slowly, he lowered the bottle and shook out his hair,
sprays of water flying from the dark locks. Refreshed for the moment, he
moved the bottle back to its resting place, and continued lifting the crates
and stacking them. From behind, a figure moved forward, leaning against a
tree she watched him, smiling. As he once again bent upright she moved in
behind him, her small hands slid along the muscles of his back, gently
massaging away the ever showing fatigue. She leaned in close to him,
pressing her front to his back and ran her hands up his sides. As she did
this, her lips brushed against his neck, "Chakotay..." she murmured against
his skin.

He grinned, and turned to face her. Catching her around the waist he pulled
her to him, none to gently and captured her mouth. His tongue made deep
sweeping motions within her mouth, thoroughly tasting her before he finally
released her. "Good morning Kathryn..."

Her hands swept up his bare chest to move around his neck, and leaning in
she kissed her way across his chin. "Why don't you," she said between
kisses, "come on back to the house and take a shower, and then we can...."
She leaned fully into him, catching his lips in a steamy kiss and moving her
lower body suggestively against his own.

He groaned as his arms went around her waist, he gave her a tight squeeze,
almost pulling her fully off the ground. His lips moved across her jaw to
her neck, and he murmured against her skin, "Well I'd like too, but if I
don't finish unloading the crates, my Captain will be very unhappy with
me....." He trailed off as his hands swept down to cup her hips and pull her
more fully against him.

She whimpered and pulled away, "Damn it, you just had to go and ruin it
didn't you."

His brow arched, "I did?" His eyes lit up with a challenge as he pulled her
to him, lifting her, his lips captured hers as his free arm swept away a
stack of tools from his work table. He lifted her onto it, all the while
never breaking the contact of their mouths. His hands reached out to her
hips, and working as quickly as he could, he divested her of her trousers,
followed closely by her silk undergarments. Those same hands reached up and
pulled her blouse apart, barely caring, or even noticing as buttons flew out
around them. He didn't bother to finish removing the blouse, simply pushed
it aside as he ripped her bra from her body. His hands captured her breasts,
fingers cupping the soft mounds as his thumbs teased her nipples.

Kathryn's back arched, and a moan bubbled up from deep within her throat as
her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. She pulled his lower lip into
her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it before finally letting go of it to
sweep her tongue back into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist
and arched into him, grinding herself into his hips in a slow rotation

He gave a low growl and moved to rid himself of his remaining clothing. Once
free of them, his arm moved once more around her waist and lifted her.
Thrusting forward he entered her fully, the action punctuated by their loud
cries.

Chakotay awoke with a start, and then let out a groan of frustration.  He
drug his pillow over his face and screamed.  This was the fifth time this week he'd
had one of those dreams, and he always woke up just before completion.  Oh
he had had erotic dreams about Kathryn before, but never so continuos or
realistic as these.  Hell there were times on the bridge that she would look
at him and he would swear she new what he was thinking, hell, what he had
dreamed.  Spirits of his ancestors, but this was frustrating.  Ten minutes
with her, alone or otherwise and he had a hard on like a rookie with his
first date....

His eyes flickered briefly across the all too painful bulge jutting out
beneath his blanket. With another groan he rose from the bed and padded into
the bathroom to run the coldest damn shower he could. He stood under the
cold spray, his eyes clamped shut, fists clenched into balls, unaware that
beyond the wall another was doing the exact same thing.

Kathryn lowered her body into a tub of cool water, all the while groaning as
deeply as possible. When her body lay emersed in the water she brought her
hands up to her face and tried desperately to rub the images of the last few
hours from her memory. It was the fifth night in a row that her dreams had
been plagued with the images of Chakotay making love to her in the open. Or
at least, the images of him beginning to make love to her...it was never
finished. She always awoke in the same spot, just after he'd entered her. It
was frustrating, all she wanted to do was scream. And to make it worse she
had to sit next to him on the bridge every morning, it was a wonder she was
able to make it through the first two hours before finally excusing herself
to her ready room. She lived in a state of perpetual ache, there was no
moment when it stopped, not even when she tried satisfying herself, that
only seemed to make it worse.

She sighed and lifted herself from the tub, knowing her discomfort would
only be lessened for the moment. The minute she saw him it would begin
again, with a fervor, and not stop until he touched her--or so she thought.
There were times when she was willing to let him have her right there in her
ready room, hell, right there on the bridge. She sighed again as she wrapped
a towel around her body, she was going to have to find some other way to
relieve her frustration, because letting him touch her was  just out of the
question.

Bridge duty was hell.  Both commanding officers, after the morning staff
meeting, retreated to their offices.  Kathryn, exhausted by yet another
sleepless night, laid down on the couch in her ready room and closed her
eyes.  Within moments, she was fast asleep...

The music swirled around her as she spun gracefully on the dance floor.  The
soft, somber strains of Beethoven's moonlight sonata swept her into a subtle
and delicate motion, sweeping her along, eyes closed, as each heart touching
strain washed over her.  The music, with it's seemingly simple melody
reminded her of her relationship with Chakotay.  The physical things only
hid a much more complex and unique string of notes, that flowed together and
formed a whole.  Both able to carry her away without a thought.  It was that
which held her as the music once more began it's path through her head.  As
she flung her arms out and swayed to the delicate strains, two strong arms
wrapped around her, swaying with her, absorbing the music.  As their bodies
moved together, his hands drifted lightly down her sides, slowly, always in
flow with that around them.

His hands swept back up, caressing her breasts through the soft white fabric
of her gown.  His lips nibbled on the back of her neck, and behind her ear.
Before long, the soft strains of music enhanced the smell and feel of man
until she wasn't sure where one ended and the other began, both surrounding
her, seducing her.

*You're beautiful when you do that,* the sound rang out between them,
mingling with the music around them. Her lips curved into a smile at the
feel of his voice against the arch of her neck. She leaned back into him,
letting his body support her as they moved. His hands swept over her gown
covered body, bunching the ends of it upward over her hips. She moaned, her
hands gripping his arms as his hands moved over her skin, teasing her
swollen folds through the fabric of her underwear.

Chakotay nibbled his way across her neck to her shoulder as his hand found
its way within her silk panties. His fingers slid downward over her abdomen
to tangle in her damp curls, he let out a deep groan as he made first
contact with her hot center, even as the music continued to swirl around
them, gaining in tempo and volume. "Chakotay..."

His eyes sprang open, he bolted upright in his seat, looking around the
office. He had heard her as clearly as though she had been standing in front
of him, but his office was empty. His heart hammered against his chest, the
sound couldn't have come from the comm system, the longing had been too
deep, too real. He shook his head, trying to clear it, he had to
concentrate. This was getting to be too much for him, he was going to have
to find a way to get those images out of his thoughts.

Kathryn let out a whimper as her eyes snapped open.  One moment he was there
with her and the next, she was lying, curled on the couch in her office,
ready to cry for the need soaring through her.  She could still hear the
music in her head, feel the strength of him against her.   She stood
swiftly, her head aching from the sudden movement.  Heading to the replicator, she
ordered a cup of coffee and wished desperately for something, anything to
explain to her what the hell was going on.

She sipped her coffee with shaking hands.  Rationally, her mind tried to
justify the eroticism of the dreams.  It had been, after all, five years
since she'd had a lover.  Chakotay was a warm, intelligent, well built specimen.
She had every right to be aroused.  What she couldn't figure out was why
these thoughts were coming back to her with such a vengeance.  She thought
she had put those thoughts and desires to rest, but obviously she hadn't.  The
image of her, naked and wet, standing under a waterfall with him coming up
before her, kissing her on the belly was so real and so startling, that she
dropped her cup.  As the glass shattered on the floor, she stared at it
stupidly.  Now the dreams were coming while she was awake.  As she knelt to
pick up the broken pieces, Kathryn Janeway wondered just where in the hell
her control had gone.

She jumped again when her chime rang, this time cutting her palm on one of
the jagged pieces. "Damn it, Come in." She held her injured hand against her
knee and brought the other up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Yes what is
it?" When she met his eyes she immediately looked away, blushing inspite of
herself.

Chakotay stepped forward, "Kathryn..."

*Damn it, I can't stand it when he does that.* She reached for a drawer in
her desk and pulled out an emergency med-kit. She activated the dermal
regenerator as she stood, sealing the cut.

"I'm sorry," he said, taking a step back.

Her head snapped up, "About what?"

"Being so informal Captain," he held up a data padd for her, "the duty
roster, I believe you wanted it on your desk this morning."

She swore silently, she'd been unaware she'd said that aloud. If he only
knew what she really thought about him saying her name. "Yes thank you, I'll
look at it in moment."

He nodded and stepped forward to place it on her desk, then turned to leave.
*She looks so damn strung out you'd think she was drinking, and I bet she
hasn't slept in days.*

Her head snapped up again, "What did you say?"

He stopped in front of her door, "I didn't say anything Captain."

"Yes you did, I heard you. You said I looked so strung out someone might
think I'd been drinking. I'm sorry my appearance doesn't please you
Chakotay, but I wasn't aware I was supposed to dress to your liking." She
tossed the regenerator and med kit aside, placing her hands on her hips. "If
you don't like what you see, maybe you shouldn't be looking."

"Maybe I won't, its not like it does me any good."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

His fists clenched, "Nothing Kathryn, nothing at all."

She wanted to scream, and at the same time she didn't know whether to kiss
him or strangle him. "Dismissed."

His eyes narrowed, "Oh no, I heard that." He stepped toward her, slowly
boxing her into a corner.

She frowned, "Heard what? I told you to leave." Her eyes fell to his lips,
and then away, looking anywhere but at him. She thought that perhaps if she
didn't look at him she wouldn't want him so badly, but she could feel him.
Feel him in the room, in front of her, next to her. She could feel his
breath on her face and he hadn't even gotten that close to her yet. She
could feel his hands on her breasts, and he hadn't even touched her yet, but
his eyes were burning holes into her. She whimpered as she pushed herself
away from the bulkhead she'd backed up against and moved across the room, as
far from him as she could get.

*You want me!*  Chakotay stared at her a minute, unable to believe the
desire he saw in her eyes or the things he'd just heard.  He was surprised when her
body stiffened and she spun back to him.

"I do not!"  *Gods if only that were true.*  Kathryn stepped back as he
moved toward her once again.  His hands grasped her arms, and for a moment she was
overwhelmed by sensation.  "Let me go Commander!"

"No, I don't think so Kathryn.  Something is happening here, something
strange.  I want to test a theory."

"What?"  *Oh just shut up and kiss me you idiot.  Do you have any idea how
many times I've wanted you to take control?  Take the decision out of my
hands?"

"I can't believe you said that.  Do you know how long I've dreamed you
would?"

"What?  All I said was what?"  She pulled away a bit, frustrated.  *He's
insane."

Chakotay pulled her closer again.  "Crazy about you maybe."  His mouth
closed over hers and the shear pleasure of it nearly washed away.  *Open for me
Kathryn.  Open as you have always wanted to.*

Her mouth opened at his bidding, allowing him in and access and bringing a
rush of sensation reminiscent of her dreams.  The result of those dreams
brought her back to herself sharply and she jerked free of him, stumbling
back and away.  "What do you think your doing Commander?"

*Look at my mouth Kathryn.*  Her eyes obliged, and then his voice came
through her head again, only his mouth didn't move.  *I only did as you
requested.  I kissed you, kissed you like you've always wanted me too.*

She paled and fell back against the bulkhead, "This isn't possible..." Her
voice was barely above a whisper as she struggled to figure out what was
happening. *I can't--I can't breathe...if I don't get out of here now...*

"What?" He took a step toward her, catching her as she tried to flee for the
door. "What will you do Kathryn?" He pulled her to him, her back to his
front and let his hands splay across her stomach. His breath was hot against
her neck as he spoke in a low voice his lips brushing her ears, "You'll lose
control? Give in to what you want?" His hands began to move slowly upward,
across her ribcage until his hands barely brushed her breasts, *What will
you do Kathryn...*

She melted into him for only a moment before jerking away. With a choked sob
she fled from the room, moving across the bridge as quickly as she could,
not even caring when the entire bridge crew turned questioning eyes upon
her. She bypassed her quarters and marched right into sickbay, there she
grabbed the Doctor by his uniform and half dragged him into his office. "You
have got to help me.." She was beyond composure, her eyes were frantic,
darting around the room like a caged animal's. "Something strange is
happening, I don't know why or how, but I can hear the Commander in my mind,
and he me. You have got to make it stop."

The Doctor stared at her, shocked, but quickly shook it off. "You're able to
communicate telepathically? When did this start? How strong are the
communications?" He reached for a tricorder and began scanning her, "I'm not
reading anything out of the ordinary Captain, besides a rise in your
adrenaline and estrogen levels."

"It started sometime this week, I think we've been sharing dreams. And then
today we could hear each others thoughts. We were in my ready room together,
I don't know if they occur when we're apart, but its...it has to stop."

He frowned at her, "I'll have to examine both of you, very thoroughly to try
and determine what's causing the phenomena, I can't guarantee a fix
Captain."

She shook her head, then running a hand through her hair she sighed, "I
don't care what you do, just do it."

He nodded, "Alright, I'll get right on it." He reached for his combadge to
call Chakotay down to sickbay, but quickly shut his mouth when the Commander
appeared in the door of his office. "Ah, there you are. Alright, let's get
these scans started."

Chakotay followed silently as the Doctor led them toward twin biobeds. He
didn't utter a word as he was gestured onto one of them, or when the Doctor
began scanning him. But his eyes followed her, watching her every move, he
couldn't help the thoughts in his mind. At her visible discomfort he tried
suppressing them, but it was impossible. *Kathryn...* She shifted, but
didn't answer him. *Damn it, don't ignore me, look at me.* When she did a
pain shot through his heart, her eyes were wet with unshed tears, the pain
behind them heart wrenching. He closed his own eyes and looked away, *I'm
sorry, I never imagined I could hurt you, just by loving you.* With that he
rose, "Doctor we'll finish these later, I have matters I need to attend to."
He didn't bother to wait for an acknowledgment before he left sickbay.

Despite having the doctor near, her eyes closed tightly, but even so tears
managed to flow down her cheeks, "I love you too," she whispered aloud,
knowing he couldn't hear her then.

Chakotay stood under the hot spray of the shower, hands braced on either
side of the shower head, praying the damn thing would wash away the torment in
his head.  He glanced down, watching the pattern of the water flow over his body
grinning at the fact that he preferred a regular shower to wash away his
tension rather than a sonic one.  Wouldn't Kathryn be surprised to know that
he too preferred the caress of water over sonic waves?  At the thought of
her, he groaned, and the image of her, there in the shower with him was so
strong, that he had to bite back a gasp.  For a moment, he fought off the
thoughts, knowing she could see them, hear them.  It did no good, and he let
the fantasy wash over him.

The sensual image that passed through Kathryn's head made her stumble in the
corridor.  A helpful ensign caught her arm and steadied her, wondering at
the confused expression on the Captain's face.  Kathryn thanked him quietly and
continued on, trying desperately to force the erotic images from her mind.
The pull was too much and she stumbled again, this time against the wall.
Unable to think, she scowled as her door wouldn't open.  She quickly keyed
in her command overrides, and entered, determined to check the computer later.
She stumbled through the room, the image of Chakotay making love to her in
the shower forcing out all other thoughts.  She stripped down and entered
the bathroom and the shower, barely registering that the water was already
running and another was in it.  Her sense of reality warped, Kathryn clung
to the man in front her, absorbing the sensations.

With a groan Chakotay gave in to the thoughts in his head and turned,
embracing the image. He raised her arms over her head and pressed her into
the wall of the shower, his mouth sought her out, claiming her lips and
pushing past them with little effort. Their tongues met and dueled, and for
a moment he thought it had to be more than a dream, never before had it felt
so real, tasted so sweet. His hands swept down her arms, over her shoulders,
and brushed against her breasts as he moved them down her sides. He touched
all of her, his hands swept down over her hips and then back up, moving over
wet flesh as they swept up her chest. He briefly caressed her breasts as
his hands moved to her neck, her shoulders touching as much of her as he
could while never breaking contact with her mouth.

Kathryn let her hands drop to his shoulders, and mimicked his own
movements--touching as much of him as she could. Eventually she wound her
hands back up into his hair, her nails clawing at him, as if she were trying
to pull him into her. She moaned when his mouth left her lips to trail
eagerly down her neck. His tongue licked at the water coursing over her
breasts, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, and teased it between his
teeth, her legs almost caved in beneath her from the touch. She kept one
hand buried in his hair, the other gripped his shoulder for support as he
ventured lower, licking water from her stomach.

He knelt before her, then lifted her leg and rested it over his arm as he
held it in mid air. His lips caressed the inside of her thigh, suckling
water from her soft skin. He rested his free hand against her stomach,
fingers splayed outward as his lips moved closer to her body, finally
seeking out the juncture between her legs. Her cries rang in his ears as his
tongue made contact with her sensitive skin, darting in and out of folds,
pulling them into his mouth to tease with his teeth. When he felt the knee
supporting her begin to buckle he pulled away and rose before her. Then
lifting her, he wrapped her legs around his waist and held her against the
wall of the shower. He captured her lips yet again as he entered her,
driving himself completely into her. She let out a small squeak, but moved
against him, welcoming the mix of pleasure and pain. One of his hands found
hers and held it over both their heads as he began moving within her,
thrusting forth quickly and deeply.

Kathryn's free hand clawed at his shoulders, her nails left thin red trails
in their wake as she held onto him. Their tongues dueled for control,
neither of them giving in as the ache growing between them began to send
tremors shooting out within their bodies. Finally, giving in to him, she let
her head fall back, screaming loudly as wave after wave of pleasure flowed
through her body. He lowered his head to her bared neck and nipped at the
soft skin, pulling it between his teeth and marking her as his. He let his
eyes drift tightly shut as he made his final thrusts within her body,
finally spilling his long held release.

Slowly, together, they sank to the floor of the shower. Water continued to
flow over them as they clung tightly to each other, chests heaving with the
force of their union.

Kathryn's eyes fluttered open as the flow of the water continued to flow
over her.  Her first thought was she had finally reached release.  As a male
voice agreed with her, she realized that she was being held tightly in Chakotay's
arms.  Awareness had her jerking up and out of his arms, trying to stand.

Though shocked to find his fantasy had been reality, Chakotay was pleased
nonetheless.  He had finally held Kathryn in his arms, made love to her as
he had always wanted to.  However, as she pulled away and stared down at him
with panic and indignation in her eyes, his temper flared.  He reached up
and pulled her back down to him.  She fell as her feet slipped out from under
her with the force of his pull.  She landed against him, causing both of them to
tumble back into the shower.  He growled as he cracked his head on the
floor.

Kathryn tried once more to pull away from him, embarrassed now as she lay
sprawled across him, her thighs conveniently straddling his.  "Chakotay, let
me up!"

*No.*

"Stop that!"

*Why?  It tells me more about how you feel than anything you've ever done.
I know it frightens you.  Can't you see?  It adds one more layer of intimacy,
one more special bond between us.  I love being in your mind, and I'm even
starting to like you in mine.*

Her head dropped, resting on his chest.  "I don't want this."

*Oh yes you do.  You've been hiding, fighting too long, and your surrender
is at hand.  All I have to do is picture what I want to do to you in my mind
and you respond as if my hands are touching you.  That's what you're afraid of.
That you want this so much you'll lose control.  Heaven forbid the great
Kathryn Janeway lose control.*

"Cha-ko-tay?"  The wail reached into his heart and pulled, sharply.  He was
pushing, too hard, and she was not one to bend gracefully.

"Show me love.  Show me what you want.  Share your dreams, your thoughts.
Be one with me."

"I... Oh!"  Thought filtered away as his hands stroked over her in thought
and reality.  The provocative images once more took hold, only this time
they came from her, and everything in their lovemaking fulfilled her wishes, and
his.

Several hours later, Chakotay lay next to his love, lightly stroking the
hair from her sleeping face.  It had taken another round of lovemaking, this time
in the confines of his bed to convince her to stay, but once she had made up
her mind she had slept easily.  He smiled, enjoying this bit of control he
held over her, wishing he could keep her here in his bed forever.  He sighed
then, knowing he couldn't, and knowing that they had to talk, seriously
soon. They had to resolve this without the images and seduction.  Man to woman,
clear and steady as they decided their future.  He just hoped she'd grant
them one.

The fear, the uncertainty, the unending terror of the future. It was enough
to wake her, the indecision, the calmness that waited to take over, to feign
understanding. Her eyes fluttered open, but only long enough to prove that
he was still there, beside her. With a small sigh she snuggled closer to
him. *I don't know what's going to happen,* she spoke into his mind, *but I
can't walk away from you now.* Her eyes remained closed as she moved an arm
across his chest, and pressed herself against his side. *I crossed this line
with you, because I wanted to, and there is no going back. We can't pretend
it didn't happen, and as much as I may have wanted to, we can't stop it from
happening again.* A small smile twitched at her lips, *And as much as you
may like this little connection, I would however like to find out what's
causing it, and if it can be blocked. I can't have you knowing everything
I'm thinking...even if it is beginning to grow on me.* Having thought that,
she sent an image across their link, of her straddling him, head thrown back
as she moved over him. She was rewarded when he shivered next to her.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said aloud, "and I don't want to be without
you either. But if this isn't what you want, I'll step away Kathryn. We'll
go back to the way it was before."

She opened her eyes and lifted herself onto an elbow, "Denying you would
hurt me, haven't you figured it out by now? I love you, and holding you only
once but living with you beside me every day would kill me. I kept you at
arms length because I knew that if I ever touched you, tasted you just once,
I'd never be able to live without you again. I could have written today in
the shower off, I could have justified it as having to do with this weird
connection between us, and you would have let me get away with it--even
though it would have killed us both. But the rest, I went willingly into
that, regardless of what people may think of me Chakotay, I am human. And
I'll stay with you, not because I won't turn away, but because I can't." She
reached over and brushed his cheek with her hand, "We'll work out the
details as we go along, there are going to be do's and don'ts, but we'll
figure them out later."

"Sounds like a plan."  He snuggled her closer, pleased.

*Don't be so smug.*

*Who's smug?*  He asked innocently and sent an image of him moving under
her, stroking her body as she rode him.  She countered with another image that
had him rolling and dragging her across his body to straddle him.  *Spirits but
you're going to kill me.*

She gave him a cheshire cat smile and leaned down to suckle a nipple.  *At
least you'll die happy.*

He groaned in answer, cupping the backs of her thighs and lifting her.  He
gave her a moment to realize his intent before he plunged deep, seating her
against him.  An answering moan echoed from Kathryn's mouth as Chakotay
grasped the back of her neck and drew her down for a kiss.  His hands
stroked over her breasts, stomach, thighs, finally slipping between them to stroke
her sensitive core.  As her body tightened around him in response, he
struggled to breath.   His hands coasted up to her hips, lifting her,
increasing the pace until they were both panting, striving for the goal.  As
her body tightened around him in a series of spasms, Chakotay let go of his
control and joined her.  He held her tight as she collapsed against him,
savoring the feel of her against him.

She chuckled slightly at his thought and kissed his chest before resting her
head against it once more.  "Okay, you can be smug."

He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his
chest as his eyes drifted closed. *Thank you love...* As he drifted into
slumber he sent to her, *Maybe we shouldn't have the doctor figure out
what's causing this, just enjoy it as long as it lasts...and view it as a
gift.* He waited for her response but none came, opening his eyes, his smile
grew. She was already fast asleep, a smile etched into her own features as
she lay atop him. He kissed the top of her head and closed his own eyes,
they had time to figure it out, the rest of their lives.

~Fin ... maybe