Title: Plaything
Author: SaRa
Rating: R

Disclaimer: They're all Paramount's playthings.

Author's note: My first completed R-rated fic. Feedback...pretty please?



Silhouettes danced across silver bulkheads, while a woman and a man danced between the satin sheets of a bed. Moans of pleasure caused by the sensation of flesh on flesh, hands and mouths exploring previously forbidden territory, filled the air.

Perfect nails digging into bronzed flesh, drawing drops of red blood as fingers thrust in and out, replaced with hard length before screams of ecstasy were cried out. Exhaustion came, then sleep.

Kathryn rolled over, looking for the warmth of her lover's arms, becoming even more entangled in the white sheets with each movement. Her eyes drifted open and proceeded to dart around the room when all she found was the imprint of his body in the bed. She saw him pulling on his clothes by the bathroom doorway. She sat her tousled hair not falling back into place while the sheet slipped down, exposing a fair amount of her freckled skin. "Hey," she said, her voice thick.

Chakotay froze and looked up. "Hey," he replied, sounding quite awake.

She cocked her head slightly, looking at him innocently. "I thought you'd left. Scared me. You coming back to bed?" Her voice was as innocent as the way she looked at him.

Chakotay fidgeted. He had to tell her the truth. "I was leaving, Kathryn."

She wrinkled up her nose, apparently thinking about something. "But you're not on duty today," she said, cocking her head to the other side.

"No, I'm not."

A blank stare, followed by eyes blinking rapidly in confusion. "Okay.... Then...?"

He shrugged. "I was just...leaving. Why stay here?"

"What? Unless I'm mistaken, which my body clearly says I'm not, we just spent the night making love and you want to leave?"

Chakotay sighed and smiled slightly. How naive she was! "Kathryn, we had sex. Nothing more, nothing less. It was just a physical release. Thanks -- I needed it. What I need now, though, is to go back to my quarters. I'll see you tonight for dinner and we can do it again, okay?"

Kathryn watched, stunned, as he walked out the door. But hadn't she heard him confess his love last night as he...as he what? As he screwed her up against the bulkhead; as he finger fucked her on the bed? No, she supposed she hadn't.

She sighed. Being his plaything...that had to be better than nothing.

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