Disclaimer: Um, I forgot... who are TPTB again?

Written by Kadith and Raven Chance

She moved into her bedroom and slowly pulled the uniform from her body, then padded naked into the bathroom where a steaming tub of water was already awaiting her. Lifting a bottle of fragranted oil she pulled the stopper and poured it over the steaming water, then gently mixed it into the water with her hand. When she'd finished she slid into the water, a sigh of pure pleasure erupting from her lips. She sat back in the tub and let the water invade every pour in her body, washing away the day's filth and stress.

When she'd finished she rose from the tub and pulled a silk robe around her body, then she moved into her bedroom. There, she stopped before the dressing table and took special care curling her shoulder length hair and piling it on top of her head, just so that the gentlest tug would pull it tumbling to her shoulders. She smiled at the finished product and reached over to apply a light sheen of makeup. Finally satisfied she moved back into the living room where she draped herself across a chair, one flap of the robe hanging open to expose a bare thigh and an expanse of bare stomach. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she waited...

When Chakotay arrived she reached for the sprig of mistletoe resting on the table near the chair and gently drew it between her breasts and along her stomach, "Welcome home dear, how was your day?"

His jaw fell open wide enough for the Delta Flyer to land in. They had only just begun their relationship and were taking things slow, at least he thought that was the plan. Evidently Kathyrn had other ideas and the lower half of him had no qualms about following her lead.

Smirking he walked over to the couch and placed the padd he had just remembered he was holding on the coffee table.

His eyes met hers searching for any sign of regret or hesitation. He found only blue orbs glazed in desire.

He took in a deep shuddering breath as he drank in the sight before him, taking in all the little details. How her nipples were straining against the silk of her robe yearning for a touch, and how watching the rise and fall of her breasts he could see that her breathing was a little faster. The sprig of mistletoe hung teasingly over her desire waiting for his kiss.

He bent over slightly, and whispered huskily, "Boring, but it looks like it's going to get a lot better now." His lips just barely brushed her own as he spoke, then with a wicked twinkle in his eyes he bent and placed a delicate kiss right under the last leaf. Hearing a low moan escape he kissed her again this time with more feeling. He was going to make this one Christmas tradition to remember.

Kathryn's sharp intake of breath had him smiling as he gazed up at her face. "You know what they say about mistletoe," he said as he gently freed it from her hands, "wherever on the body it touches, lips are soon to follow..." He knelt before her and began lightly trailing it over her exposed flesh, his lips following in its wake. His free hand splayed lightly across her stomach as she sank into the seat, her back arching as her head fell back.

Chakotay's resolve however, was much stronger, and he reached for the edges of her robe. With the mistletoe he slowly pushed the robe aside, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze, then slowly drew the plant across the soft mounds. Kathryn's deep moan turned into a whimper as his mouth covered one breast, pulling the taut nipple into his mouth to gently tease. He wasn't finished with the mistletoe however, and continued a slow exploration of her body, using it as his guide.

He had just drawn the sprig across her lower belly when she reached for his wrist, "Oh no," she panted, then took the sprig from him and slowly rose from the chair. "You're turn..." She pushed him into the chair and while holding the sprig in one hand, began undressing him with the other. Her eyes were completely glazed over, and burning with a heated desire he'd never seen before. It both frightened and excited him at the same time. He was so caught up in his turbulent thoughts that he jumped when Kathryn's hot tongue caressed the newly exposed expanse of chest. She looked up at him with a wicked grin and winked as she began mimicking his earlier torture. Soon, there was no expanse of flesh on his torso that the twig of mistletoe or her mouth had not caressed. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, he clenched his jaw tightly as she began unfastening his pants and pulling them down his hips. When the trousers lay in a pool around his ankles she crawled forward until she rested comfortably between his legs.

She dangled the mistletoe over his straining erection, just barely touching it's swollen tip.

Chakotay reached over to loosen her hair so that it spilled about her face framing her in a ring of fiery locks. She moved the sprig from its position to run it up the well built sinewy muscles of his legs following quickly by her lips. She would barely touch the base of his desire before retreating to the other thigh. When he had suffered enough she lightly traced him with the leaves with the promise that her lips would soon follow.

"Is this what you want Chakotay? Do you want to feel my mouth on you? Suckling you the same as you would suckle my breast. "

"He could only groan his reply and expel a hiss of approval as she bent her head and took him in all at once.

Her tongue was doing things he only dreamed of before. Trailing her lips up from the base she began to gently purr as she worked her mouth up and down stopping briefly to keep him teetering on the edge. He was already close it would not take much more. But she had more plans and she did not want him to finish before she really got started.

As if sensing her thoughts Chakotay pulled her away from his aching flesh and settled her across his lap. He took the sprig of mistletoe out of her hand and held it aside as he leaned forward to capture her lips. While he busied her with his mouth, he kicked his ankles free of his trousers and stood with Kathryn cradled against his chest. The mistletoe fell unnoticed to the floor as he carried her through the cabin to the bedroom. He lowered her gently to the mattress, but not before completely removing the robe from her body. There was no barrier between them now as he knelt over her, gently pushing her legs apart. His lips trailed a heated path down her thighs as he nipped at her skin, teasing her with tongue and teeth.

Kathryn arched and bucked beneath him, urging him in a different direction with the frustrated sounds coming from her throat. Her hands reached to pull him to her, but he caught them in each of his, holding them firmly at her sides as he parted his lips just above her aching center. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and desire as he caught her gaze, then he lowered his attentions and began blowing a slow stream of cool air across her swollen and aroused skin.

She arched beneath him, crying out sharply as he teased her. Her cries were getting to him, breaking his resolve and urging him on. He drew his tongue slowly across her moist flesh, causing her to jerk beneath him. A low deep moan erupted from his throat as he got his first taste of her, for a moment he thought to rise over her and plunge himself deeply within her writhing body, but bit it back. She'd set out to seduce him, and this was one night he didn't want either of them to forget.

Plunging his tongue deep inside her he tasted a sweetness that was hers alone. And knowing he was the source of her pleasure only made him ache more. His hands traveled up to capture and tease her erect nipples. Rolling them between two fingers causing her already over excited body to tremble even more.

His lips moved to the tiny bud of nerves that could send her over the edge. Taking it between his lips he slowly ran his tongue over her. Her hands moving to tangle in the sheets knotting themselves into tight fists while she tried to find purchase by planting her feet against the mattress using it as leverage to push herself towards him.

He would hear none of it. His hands left their hold on her breasts to slide down her taut stomach, over the thatch of auburn curls and grazing over her thighs pushing them back down. He was in charge now.

Her entire body trembled beneath his administrations, her knuckles were white from clutching the sheets so tightly. Her breath had started coming in quick, shallow pants, each one punctuated by a shrill moan. Her legs slid up and down, her toes alternating between scratching at the sheets and scratching as his legs as she curled them under. She could feel the tightening beginning deep within her womb, that feeling that usually signaled her release. On instinct, her back arched off the bed and she opened her mouth, a shrill cry pouring out of her mouth as the contractions began.

There was no way Chakotay could have kept her hips anchored against the bed as her release poured through her, and he didn't try. She bucked against his mouth, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm all their own. Slowly, her body began to relax, and when it was over she lay limply beneath him.

Chakotay moved up the bed until he hovered over her, he gazed down at her half lidded eyes and shook his head. "Oh no you don't," he leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips, then slid a hand down her body to brush against her almost too sensitive folds. Her body jerked and her eyes shot open, "I'm not finished with you yet." With his hands he gently pushed her thighs apart then lifted her knees. When he'd settled against her, he lifted his hands to slide down her arms until he captured her hands and lifted them above her head. He intertwined their fingers and pressed her hands into the pillows beneath her head. Then slowly, so very slowly that he thought he'd die from the sensations shooting through him, he entered her.

Kathryn's back arched off the bed and she managed to lift her legs and wrap them loosely around his waist. A sigh of pleasure and immense satisfaction drifted past her lips when he finally lay embedded within her. "Gods Chakotay...." She rasped.

Kathryn's muscles clenched and unclenched around Chakotay's pulsing member massaging and teasing him with the muscles that a few minutes ago were dancing under his ministrations. Chakotay started to slowly withdraw until only the tip remained safe in her warmth, then without warning thrust himself quickly and deeply within her, embedding himself once again in her hot, slick sheath, and drawing another low moan from both their lips.

Her legs tightened their hold around his waist drawing him in further. Her hands, still being held captive by his, began to mimic the squeezing motions of her inner muscles releasing in time with each thrust. She could already feel the tightening beginning but as soon as Chakotay felt her inner muscles begin to contract faster he slowed his pace to a maddeningly slow tempo. "Your not going to have your way this time Kathryn." Kathryn's neck and back arched off the bed, and she let out a deep frustrated groan. Her nails bit into his hands where she held them, punishing him as he was her. When she gazed up at him again, she lifted her head enough to nip at his lower lip; she pulled it into her mouth suckling gently then lightly nibbled on it. She growled in a frustrated voice, "Damnit, don't tease me Chakotay..."

His eyes darkened by degrees and a wicked smile tugged at his lips, "Who's teasing Kathryn? The fun is only just beginning..." He punctuated the sensuous threat with a deep thrust that pushed against her cervix and had them both groaning in pleasure. The muscles of Chakotay's back had begun to strain, and beads of sweat broke out all over his body, causing his skin to shine in the soft twilight that drifted in through the view port from the stars beyond.

Kathryn's eyes twinkled with a hint of definite mischief, she tightened her legs around his waist and clenched her muscles around his thrusting member, holding tightly to him as he moved within her. His grunt had her chuckling, a sound that bordered between delight and frustration.

His thrusts were bordering on a frenzied pace now. Neither could keep control over the other for long. After all these years of four play and teasing innuendoes they already knew one another's weaknesses. Chakotay bent his head to nibble at the spot right behind Kathryn's ear, he knew it would drive her insane and by the way her breathing had suddenly increased to heavy pants he knew his plan was working. Her nails were still biting into his hands and the heels of her feet were going to leave indentions were they strained to push him further. Kathryn met each of his thrust with one of her own neither were willing to lose this battle of wills they had started. Chakoatay could just feel the beginning of his release to build up when Kathryn, in a move he had not expected, reversed their positions.

"Now I will show you a real command position Commander."

Her nails scraped against his chest as she began her slow movements over him, grinding against him in a torturously slow pace. She had to fight to keep her eyes open as she concentrated on holding her own release at bay for a few more minutes, just long enough to drive Chakotay over the edge first. But her concentration was broken when his hands moved to grip her hips, pulling her against him and breaking her rhythm. There was nothing she could do when the sensations began to pool in the pit of her stomach, signaling the release that was soon to follow.

Chakotay clenched his eyes tightly shut as she began contracting around him, their thrusts becoming erratic and fast as they both reached their peak. She bent to bury her face in the curve of his neck as she trembled over him. Her hands reached out to hold his while his hips lifted to drive her over. With a few final hurried thrusts they reached their peaks together crying out one another's name, Kathryn's muscles contracting rapidly and milking Chakotay's release from him.

Kathryn remained resting on Chakotay's chest, neither willing to move. She listened to his heart beat, noting it beat in time with hers, and feeling the blood rush through their bodies as they slowly started to come down from their peaks. One hand traced his tattoo while his smoothed down her back reveling in the feel of her skin begining to cool.

" I don't think I will ever look at mistletoe in the same light, Kathryn. If this is the new tradition for Christmas what's the next big holiday?"

"Valentine's Day."

"Any leafs in that one?"

"No but there are lots of roses and chocolates ."

"Don't they have thorns?"

"Yes but the chocolates don't and it's much easier to lick off..."