War by Nameless Ensign

A romantic Voyager fanfiction short story, written 2001. Rated NC-17.

Disclaimer: Star Trek:Voyager and the characters used in this story all belong to Paramount. No infringement intended.

Kathryn was crouching behind a big rock, clutching a gun. He was bound to come this way, she thought. She'd been making her way over here, planning her ambush meticulously by allowing him to glimpse her just long enough to make him follow her, but never long enough for him to target her. The sound of a branch breaking brought a triumphant smile to her face. She peered over the rim of the rock and saw Harry Kim standing there. He'd made Harry help him? Or had poor Harry wandered into her ambush accidentally? Oh, well, Kathryn thought, Harry would make a good target too. Quickly, Kathryn stood up. Harry didn't seem to notice her. Perfect. She raised her gun to aim at the unsuspecting ensign. But just as she was about to fire, something cold hit her in the side. Startled, she pulled the trigger, making her shoot aimlessly in the air, missing Harry completely. She swore to herself, looking around to see who'd dared to ambush her ambush. Someone who'd loaded his gun with really cold water. Only one name came to mind. Chakotay. Another ray of water hit her shoulder. Harry was firing at her too. She didn't like this at all, being cornered like this. Concentrating on shooting Harry, she forgot about her second attacker for the moment. Then someone else began to fire at Harry too, making him jump and scream about cold water. Cold water? Ah, so maybe Harry had wandered into her trap accidentally after all; Chakotay wouldn't be shooting his collaborator, would he? Shooting blindly into the trees, Harry fled. Good, Kathryn thought. Now, all she had to do was to get even at Chakotay. He might know a few tricks, but so did she. Smiling, she ducked behind a second rock. Time for plan B, she thought. Only problem was that she hadn't thought of a plan B. She'd think of something, she'd always been good at thinking on her feet. A smile formed on her lips as ideas came to mind and a plan started taking shape. She was interrupted by a sound behind her and she swirled around quickly, only to be greeted by a triumphantly smiling Chakotay.

"Do you give up?" he asked, pointing his gun at her.

She stared at the barrel of his gun, hovering only a few meters away. Contemplating the alternatives, she quickly came to a resolution. She stared at him defiantly. "No," she said as she dashed to her left, leaving a surprised and blindly shooting Chakotay running after her. She ran into the trees, out of sight, and stopped behind a big tree trunk. She could hear Chakotay, walking cautiously now, trying to find her. Waiting patiently for the right moment, she stood completely still. When he drew near she jumped out from her hiding place and fired at him.

"I'll get you," he growled as he lifted his gun and started shooting back at her.

She was half running backwards, squeaking as the cold water hit her. They were both laughing now, using up all their ammunition. That wasn't a problem anyway; they could easily instruct the computer to refill their guns. One of the advantages of having a water fight on the holodeck. Whose idea had it been anyway? Kathryn couldn't remember, and for the moment she was having too much fun to care. She was soaked, though, and so was her first officer. "Ceasefire?" she asked, holding her gun up, and leaned back at a tree. Chakotay only moved closer, not lowering his gun. Soon she found herself backed up against the tree with Chakotay too close for her to even think of attempting to flee.

"Now do you give up?" he asked, pointing his gun at her.

He was completely soaked, his hair flat against his head, water running over his face and chest. Chest, Kathryn thought, as her gaze moved over every contour visible through his soaked t-shirt. A sudden urge to touch his chest made her gasp slightly. She bit her lip and looked down. Then she realized that she was as exposed as he was, her white shirt was soaked too, clinging to her body. She'd put on a plain white cotton bra, anticipating that her shirt at some point might become translucent. But she hadn't anticipated the effect the freezing cold water of Chakotay's water gun had had on her nipples. Hardened, they were protruding through the material of her bra. An image of Chakotay's big hand covering her breast flashed through her mind. Stop that, she told herself and forced herself to look back up at him, trying her best not to look aroused. She jumped slightly when she realized he was much closer than she thought he was. His gun was lowered now too, but the look in his eyes seemed far more dangerous. Biting her lip again, she stared into his eyes, captivated by the primitive look of need in his eyes.

"Don't do that," he said quietly.

"Do what?" she asked.

His hand moved to touch her lips fleetingly. "Bite your lip like that. Don't do it."

She sighed at his faint touch, secretly wishing for more. "Why not?"

"It drives me crazy," he said.

"Oh?" she breathed.

His gaze moved down her body. "Just like the look of your nipples through your shirt," he said, "like they're begging to be nibbled."

This time, she couldn't stop herself from moaning. Slowly she moved her hands to touch his stomach, taking his t-shirt with her as her hands moved upward. "Like yours," she said as she leaned forward to take one of his dark nipples in her mouth, nibbling carefully. She was rewarded with a low moan, and then she felt his hands pushing her away, back against the tree. She was about to ask what was wrong, but then she looked at him. Nothing was wrong. His hands made their way under her shirt, then moved around her and up her back to unclasped her bra. He stood there looking at her, her breasts now clearly visible through the soaked and semi-transparent shirt. He brushed his thumbs over her aching nipples, then lifted her shirt enough for him to take them in his mouth, one at a time. Squirming and moaning she gripped his head, holding him to her. Rational thought told her to stop this before anyone caught them. She could just imagine the mortified look on Harry Kim's face if he found his commanding officers making love against a tree. Then she felt Chakotay undo her pants and slide a hand between her legs, and all rational thoughts vanished. She moaned, thrusting against his hand. Instinctively, she reached for him. She gently squeezed his erection through the material of his pants, longing to feel his thick and hard member inside her. Reaching out with her other hand, she quickly undid his pants and slid them down enough for her to stroke him, relishing the feel of the soft skin and hard flesh. He was moaning too, pushing his shaft into her hands. Then his lips came crashing down on hers in demanding kiss.

Breaking the kiss he turned her around so she faced the tree trunk, then he reached around her to undo her pants and quickly slid them down, caressing and spreading her legs wide as he went. He pushed his own pants lower and guided his hard shaft to her wet opening. "Are you ready for me, Kathryn?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she moaned and nodded. If he only knew how ready she was, she thought, she was starting to feel desperate for him to enter her, to fill her.

With a groan, he thrust into her hard. Kathryn moaned and rocked back against him, encouraging him. Reaching around her to rub her swollen nub, he set a frantic pace, pushing into her and withdrawing with furious urgency.

Kathryn moaned with every thrust, trying desperately to keep quiet so she wouldn't alert any of the other crewmembers on the holodeck. Their actions made her feel dirty and slightly perverted, and she imagined how they'd look if someone caught them. The Captain pushed up against a tree, being fucked hard from the behind by her First Officer. The image sent hot waves of arousal through her, and she pushed back at Chakotay, intensifying the thrusts. Her release was near; she could feel the sensations start to build in her lower body.

Chakotay rubbed her clit harder as she started rocking back at him with greater urgency, feeling himself swell inside her even more when the shock of her orgasm started gripping his pulsating member, pumping it rhythmically. He thrust hard once more, touching her womb with the tip of his shaft as his own orgasm hit him like an explosion, and he emptied himself into her.

They both stood still for a moment, panting. Then Kathryn moved slightly, making him slip out of her. She leaned her head against the tree. "Okay," she said, sounding slightly fatigued, "I give up."

A heartily laugh made its' way over Chakotay's lips as he turned her around, and bent to pull her pants back up. Then he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Thank you," he said. Pulling his own pants back up, he smiled at her. "Now, how about we show the rest of the crew just why we're in charge?" he asked.

Kathryn grinned back at him while she put her bra back in place. "Computer," she said, "refill Commander Chakotay's and Captain Janeway's guns with water." Then she looked pointedly at the man standing before her. "Water temperature twenty two degrees Celsius."

Chakotay chuckled and picked the guns up from the ground, handing one to Kathryn. "Follow me," he said.

"Follow you?" Kathryn asked. "Forgetting who's in charge here?"

Chakotay smiled back at her. "Actually, I think you are forgetting that you gave up."

"Oh," Kathryn said, smiling. "I forgot. Well, lead the way then," she said and slapped his butt playfully.

Sneaking through the forest, they set out to find their fellow crewmembers.

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