Title: Twist of Fate: Million Kilometer High Club
Author: Whoa Nellie ([email protected])
Series: Voyager
Rating: NC-17
Codes: C/f
Summary: Completely Plotless--Chakotay gives Ceshlyta
a flying lesson. Response to
Aeroshuttle Challenge. Originally
posted to ASC on May 1, 2003.
Author's
Note: This was originally intended to
take place on the Delta Flyer, but at the beginning of April, 2003, Geordi
Padovan posted a challenge for stories to use the Aeroshuttle which was also
the captain's yacht. Since Chakotay and
Sassy have already had sex on Janeway's desk, the temptation for them to have
sex in Janeway's personal shuttle was too much to resist ;-P.
As
always Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun playing with
them.
Feedback
is always appreciated.
Whoa
Nellie's Romance Star Trek Fan Fiction Stories
http://whoanellie.fortunecity.com
MILLION
KILOMETER HIGH CLUB
"You're not concentrating."
Her husband's soft voice was gentle but
carried a hint of frustration.
"You can't be serious, Chakotay.
You don't really want to teach me how to handle this thing, do
you?" Sassy asked.
"You need to know how to do it;
everybody else knows--even Neelix," Chakotay offered.
She arched herself sensuously against
him. "So why do I need to be able
to do it for you?"
"Traditionally, when one agrees to a flying lesson, they
learn how to fly," he sighed. They
had taken the Aeroshuttle out so that Ceshlyta could begin learning how to
pilot a ship in the event of an emergency.
Granted, most lessons didn't begin with the trainee settling herself in
the trainer's lap and wiggling seductively, but it certainly was an interesting
position to teach from.
Sassy wrinkled her nose as she eyed the
control panel. "Well, to be fair,
when you suggested taking Kathryn's shuttle out so I could spend some time in
the pilot's seat, I thought I'd be playing with--"
"You need to know how to pilot,"
he interrupted the salacious remark, getting back to the subject at hand. "In the event of an emergency, you may
need to take the helm."
Sassy snapped her fingers. "What about vocal interface and
autopilot?"
"What if they're not
functioning?"
"If there's nobody, not even Neelix
around and the ship is that damaged, then we're in more trouble than whether or
not I can steer a ship," she countered.
She didn't really want to fight with him about this, but the mere
thought of handling those controls was unacceptable. Her hope that she could handle the situation with light-hearted
humor was dashed with his response.
"Mi aalm, please."
Shifting so that she was sitting across
his lap, she slid her right hand around his shoulder. With her left hand, she tilted his face to meet her eyes; her
voice suddenly became serious. "Do
you understand what you're asking of me, Chakotay? You balance yourself between the modern world and our traditional
world; I don't. Technology associated
with natural sciences and the healing arts is one thing, but piloting a
starship is a different matter entirely.
You might as well be asking me to learn how to use a phaser. It may seem contradictory or even silly to
you--"
"No," he shook his head, his
eyes closed. Spirits, that hadn't even
occurred to him. Her beliefs had been a
very strong part of her throughout her entire life. While her tribe, the Inihasa, wasn't as technophobic as the
Chamusi had been, they didn't really belong to modern society either. "That's not silly at all. It's my fault, I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to . . . I'm sorry,
sweetheart; I'll take us back to Voyager."
Sassy cupped his face in her hand and
gently drew his face to hers. Wanting
to erase the hurt look in those incredible, brown eyes, she planted tender
kisses on each eyelid. For a split
second, she'd been afraid that he would argue with her about it. She nuzzled his cheek briefly before finding
the dimple hidden there. There was a
fine line that differentiated between technology that aided their stewardship of
nature and technology that opposed the natural order. Her lips brushed across his tattoo, paying homage to the visible
mark of his own heritage. Being a
passenger didn't require any active violation of her beliefs, but using
technology that opposed the natural order was a major violation of everything
she believed. His thick, dark hair was
soft between her fingers as they threaded through it to hold him close. "Does this mean I don't get to spend
some time in the pilot's seat?" she purred in his ear.
His lips sought out hers, crushing their
lush redness beneath his. He had been
fighting his body's response to her since she'd settled into his lap and now
that he didn't have to concentrate on a flying lesson, his body was demanding
free rein. His mouth began kissing and
nibbling along her neck, the satiny curtain of her long, black hair tickling
his nose and cheek. She was wearing one
of her strapless sundresses, the peach color practically glowing against the
umber tint of her skin. He loved the
way she looked in the dresses that she tended to favor when she wasn't working
in the garden; the gentle slope of her
shoulders bared to a casual caress or, like now, the more intimate attentions
of his lips and tongue. His hands
cupped the swell of her breasts beneath the soft material clinging to her like
a second skin and moved down the svelte waistline where the skirt flowed out,
concealing the sweet flare of her hips and those long, graceful legs. He traced up the length of one leg, pushing
her dress up as he went. When his mouth
reached the top of the dress, it was a simple matter to grip it with his teeth
and pull down, exposing her breasts to him.
He nuzzled their fullness before tracing random patterns over them with
his tongue. The unfastening of his
pants startled him; he captured her roving hands and brought them up over her
head, away from their bodies. "Not
here," he rasped, breathing heavily.
"In the back . . . bunks."
Sassy strained against his grip before
yielding to his strength. This was what
she'd been imagining ever since Chakotay mentioned taking the Captain's Yacht
out, she didn't want to go in the back.
Trying a different tack, she arched her body toward him. "Don't you like the view?"
Spirits, she was incredible. "Windows," he gasped, fighting a
losing battle with his body for control.
"We're out in the middle of
space," she purred seductively.
"There's no one to see."
Chakotay's last coherent thought was to
set the autopilot, releasing her hands so that he could cup the ripe mounds of
her breasts, kneading them gently. She
ripped his uniform jacket open and he reluctantly released his hold on her to
shed his uniform jacket and shirt. When
her mouth began exploring his chest, finding and toying with a dark, hard
nipple, he moaned, his hands gripping the armrest of the chair. Streaks of fire raced through him when her
small, pearly teeth began tugging on the sensitive nub and his head dropped
back to rest on the pilot's chair, his hips jerking in concert with the actions
of her mouth. Sassy seemed to have a
sixth sense, always knowing just when to take charge; this was one of those
times. He surrendered completely to
her, his body, heart and soul hers to do with as she pleased. The loss of sensation when her mouth left
him drew a whimper from his throat replaced immediately with moans of pleasure
when she latched onto the other nipple and began suckling on it. Raw need pulsed through him and he pressed
his chest toward her mouth, his hands coming up to cup the silky, dark head and
hold her closer to him, but suddenly she was gone. His eyes flew open to protest only to see her drop the dress and
her panties onto the floor and kneel in front of him.
He was so incredibly breathtaking like
this, Sassy thought to herself. She
trailed a fingernail down the sweat-dampened smoothness of his brown skin. There was so much strength and power locked
within those muscles quivering under her touch; he commanded so much control in
every other aspect of life aboard
Voyager and yet he surrendered himself to her so easily, so trustingly. She opened the snaps on his trousers, urging
his hips up to help her slide them off.
His clothes and hers mingled on the floor as her hands rubbed along his
legs, the coarse hair tickling her palms.
Looking up, she saw him watching her every move, his eyes almost black
with desire. She peeked up through her
lashes at him, drawing her tongue slowly along the sensitive skin of his inner
thigh. The skin quivered under her
mouth and she repeated the action along the other thigh. Moving higher, she nuzzled the throbbing,
straining juncture of his thighs, breathing in his musky scent. It felt as though their bodies were
pulsating in unison, the powerful sensation heightening her own arousal. Her hands slid along his legs to grip him
and hold him steady, her thumbs massaging the skin between his hard length and
the bulge below. She smiled, the sound
of mindless pleasure, groans mingled with gasps, filling the cabin. Her tongue swirled around the red, pulsing
hardness, exploring every millimeter of him as she took him completely into her
mouth. Finding his hands, she clasped
them with hers and rested them against the broad expanse of his chest.
His hips were rocking in the chair trying
to urge her to a faster tempo.
Struggling to breath, he focused on the sight of her, cheeks sunken in
from the suction that tormented him and her hair shimmering under the lights as
her head bobbed in an easy, taunting pace.
He was twisting desperately under her erotic ministrations by the time
her mouth left him and began licking her way up the sweat-glistening length of
his body. His hands slipped out of her
grasp to caress the lithe lines of her tawny skin. Questing fingers stroked lower, discovering the pulsing, dripping
wet evidence of her own need. Her lips
claimed his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth and, without breaking
the kiss, she nudged his hands away so she could straddle him. Skin to skin, their bodies molded to one
another, the delicious warmth bursting into flames when she lowered herself
onto him. His hands gripped her hips,
tongues dancing in the moist cavern of his mouth as his body reveled in the
wet, hot cavern of her body. He lifted
her up and allowed her to slowly slide back down.
Sassy moaned, every inch of her body tingling
with desire. Her seduction of Chakotay
had only fired her passion higher.
Unable to maintain the lingering pace of earlier, her fingers dug into
the masculine slope of his broad shoulders to brace herself. She gave in to the urgency of her body's
demands, driving herself onto him hard and fast. His strong hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her and
thrusting his hips up to meet hers. His
body filled hers completely every time she impaled herself on him, a delicious
fullness that urged her to slam into him even harder. Pleasure coursed through her body, swirling and tightening into
the familiar, fiery spiral.
"Chakotay!" she cried out, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing
over her.
"Aalm," he panted, the spasms of
her body spurring him on. With one
last, powerful thrust he held himself
deep inside her, his own body shuddering with the force of his release.
Sassy lay against him, nuzzling the crook
of his neck while her head rested on his shoulder. His hands trailed casually over her skin, a pleasant warmth left
behind by his touch. When he stroked
her cheek and urged her face up to his, she opened her eyes to find him staring
at her, his deep, brown eyes filled with love and every trace of the earlier
pain gone. "I love you," she
whispered softly.
Chakotay lowered his head, his lips gently
brushing hers before settling onto them in a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you, mi aalm," he replied
after several moments.
"When's my next lesson?" she
waggled her eyebrow at him.
"Learning how to handle the pilot's controls is kind of fun."
Dropping a quick kiss on the end of her
adorable nose, he set her up on her feet.
He checked the instrument readings and reached for his clothing. "Distracting the pilot by playing with
his controls while he's trying to fly the ship, however, can lead to
trouble. Spirits know if I crash any
more shuttles, especially the captain's yacht, I may end up banned from the
helm."
"Just how many shuttles have you
crashed?" Sassy asked suspiciously.
"Enough," he said, pulling on
his shirt.
She turned around, an unspoken request for
him to zip her dress. "And you
were going to teach me how to fly?" the irony in her voice obvious.
Chakotay encircled her waist with his
arms, pulling her back against him. He
nudged her hair out of the way to nibble on the smooth column of her neck. "You weren't complaining about my
prowess in the pilot's seat a few minutes ago," he murmured against her
skin.
Resting her head against the strong, broad
shoulder behind her, she sighed in satisfaction. "You definitely have some interesting moves, maybe next time
I'll even let you take the helm."
"How about next time we use the bunks
in back? I really don't want to explain
it to maintenance if we break the pilot's chair with some of our
maneuvers."
Sassy got an impish, contemplative look on
her face. "I wonder just what it
would take to break a chair?"
"Curiosity killed the cat,"
Chakotay warned her, his body more intrigued by her thoughts than he wanted to
admit.
Stroking his face with her hand, she
shrugged. "But practice makes
perfect, my husband."
**FINIS**