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The Lame and the Wounded

Kathryn Janeway sprawled across the gray sofa in the living area of her quarters. She reached up and pushed away a lock of hair that was plastered against her sweaty forehead, wincing slightly as she did so.

"Damn," she muttered then subsided into silence.

Beside her, and also sprawled across the couch, her First Officer and sometimes hoverball doubles partner grunted in sympathy.

"Damn," Janeway repeated. "I *hate* losing." And then warming to subject she continued, "And I especially hate losing to *those* twoÖ. And in the first round too." She shifted slightly so she could look accusingly at her erstwhile partner. "I thought you said that this match was going to be easy. Eight quick points and out."

Chakotay leaned his head back over the top of the sofa's back, closed his eyes and sighed loud and long. " It should have been. I wasn't expecting him to be so good, orÖ.Never mind"

"Or what?" she asked suspiciously.

"I said, 'Never mind.'" Chakotay repeated the words stubbornly, hoping to close the subject.

"But you were going to say something. Go ahead and say it." Janeway's voice took on a harder edge.

Chakotay allowed himself another sigh and lifted his head from the sofa. He turned and met Janeway's intense blue gaze. "OK, but remember you askedÖ..It would have helped, Kathryn, if you hadn't insisted on playing backcourt. He kept cramming your left-handed returns down your throat. It's really tough to come back from that kind of deficit."

Janeway bristled, stiffening her posture defensively, then grimacing at the pain the movement caused. "Well, you weren't doing such a great job snuffing his volleys either. I can't play the whole court--if you're going to let those kinds of shots get throughÖ" Her complaint was cut off suddenly when she lifted her arm to gesture and thought better of the movement.

"I was doing just fine," Chakotay returned somewhat heatedly, " Until you twisted your ankle trying to save that backwall carom--what kind of macho-shit move was that anyway? No one gets those." He snorted in disgust. "Kathryn, you don't have to prove that you have more testosterone than everyone else in the room Ö".

"I *thought* I could get it," she answered sulkily, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Well, it was a dumb move---and twisting your ankle like that slowed you up for the rest of the game."

"And I supposed that belly flop of yours on the floor was an example of graceful and outstanding play? Don't make faces at me--I know you pulled your hamstring when you went down. Don't deny it--I saw the way you were limping afterward."

"UmÖ yeah, I did, " Chakotay admitted sheepishly, his hand involuntarily going rub at the back of his thigh.

Suddenly they both were grinning.

"Guess we're getting too old for this, huh?" he suggested, amusement still tugging at his lips.

"Well, maybeÖ." Janeway allowed judiciously. She nodded toward her partner's leg. "Hurt still?"

"Yeah," Chakotay admitted, as he lifted his hand to massage his left shoulder, "Though not as bad my shoulder. I thought I might have broken my collarbone there for a minute. How about you? Ankle still bothering you?"

"Definitely. I suppose I ought to let the Doctor have a look at it. Though explaining how I got the bruised ribs from my *partner's* elbow might be a bit awkwardÖ.." Janeway began to laugh, then wrapped a protective arm around her middle as the movement made her sore ribs ache.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to get you, you know."

"I know."

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Chakotay's dark eyes fairly danced with mischief.

"My ankle?" Janeway's voice hovered somewhere between incredulity and amusement.

"I meant your ribs, but I can start with your ankle if you'd like." Chakotay grinned, then reached down and lifted Kathryn's foot into his lap. He unfastened her shoe and dropped it to the floor while his fingers slid under the cuff of her anklet and began gently kneading behind her anklebone, along her Achilles tendon. After pulling her sock off, he pressed his thumbs against the midline of the sole of her foot. Alternately pressing and releasing, his fingers worked their way from the ball of her foot back to her heel. Then moving from her ankle to her calf, the strong hands stretched and compressed her warm flesh.His hands worked oh so slowly, traveling gradually up her calf. At the top of her calf, the kneading ended and his long fingers reached up to stroke delicate furrows along the sensitive flesh behind her knee. As he did so, another ache, this one between her legs, entered Janeway's panoply of complaints. Before the caresses edged from erotic to ticklish, Chakotay moved on to massage minute circles all the way around her patella, easing the tension growing there, then pressing hard, slid his thumb and index finger down along her shin. When she winced at the pressure on a bruise, he stopped, looked up from his work and intensely into her eyes, and then leaned down to place a soft-lipped kiss upon the mark. Tipping his face back up to meet her gaze, he asked, "Feel better?"

"Y-yes," Janeway flustered in reply. Her mind was consumed by the thought of those strong, supple, unhurried hands and what they might do to other parts of her body.

"Give me your other foot," he ordered calmly and Janeway obediently shifted around so she could lift her other foot into his lap.

With the fond caress along the front of her shin, Chakotay lay her naked foot against his thigh just above his knee and began to remove the shoe from the other foot. As he began to duplicate his ministrations on the her left leg, Kathryn began flexing her toes against his leg in rhythm to his motions.

As his hands traveled slowly up her calf, Kathryn gradually slid her foot higher up Chakotay's thigh, making small circular motions with her toes. By the time, he had reached the tender flesh behind her knee, her toes were stroking across his pubis and she could feel the heated ridge of his erection against the sole of her foot. She pressed lightly and felt his erection jump beneath the curve of her arch. Drawing her other foot from his slack fingers, Kathryn bracketed his groin with her feet and began kneading. Chakotay groaned softly, closed his eyes and spread his knees farther apart, allowing her total access.

Long moments later when Kathryn's rhythm had first slowed, then stopped, Chakotay chuffed out a long breath and reached down to lift one her narrow feet from his groin. Matching the mischevious sparkle in eye with one of his own, he pulled her foot to his mouth and began to nibble on the tip of her second toe, first with his lips then softly with his teeth, raking the skin lightly. His tongue slid under the toe and licked along the underside of it. Then he worked his tongue between that toe and the smaller toe beside it, swirling patterns over, around, between, gradually drawing her toe completely into his mouth and sucking on it while stroking along the bottom of it with his tongue. Her toe penetrated his mouth over and over. The sensation was almost unbearably and intensely erotic, provoking ghostly sensory input from other parts of her body. Kathryn's clitoris throbbed sympathetically with every touch of his tongue. Chakotay's hands caressed her foot, stroking it lightly up aand down along the curve of her arch and then pressing his thumbs into her sole as he slipped his tongue between her toes, moving from one to the next, until he tasted every one of her toes, then returned to taste each of them again.

Kathryn slowly withdrew her toe from between Chakotay's lips, tugging down his lower lip then tracing it in a provocative line down his chin.Then she leaned close, folding her knees down and across his, and flicked the tip of her tongue against the stubble of his chin, enjoying the feel of the sandpapery rasp against her tongue. She licked her way delicately up from cleft in his chin to just beneath the smooth dark skin of his lush lower lip. She traced along the curve of his lip with her tongue, dampening the skin there. Returning to his mouth, she took his lower lip between her teeth and tugged at it, pulling it into her mouth. She traced the fullness of it with her tongue and sucked on it, kneading it with her lips and tongue just as he had done with her toe. Chakotay groaned and lifted Kathryn into his lap, his left hand smoothing along the curve of her back to reach down and cup her buttock. His right hand rested on the top of her leg. His fingers began a slow circular massage that dipped irregularly toward the sensitive flesh along the inside of her thigh, sometimes reaching stealthily toward her center, at others, retreating to circle her knee.

Kathryn's mouth released its grip on Chakotay's lip and trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses from his mouth, down his chin and below to his throat. Her hand reached up behind his neck to stroke the soft hair at the back of his head, smooth and pelt-like above his neck, that tickled into her palm. She lipped his Adam's apple, then moved above and began to nibble her way around under his jaw until she reached his ear. She took his lobe into her mouth and grazed her teeth over it, then stretched her tongue to slip inside his ear. Chakotay ducked his head to toward her. He was ticklish! The knowledge bubbled up inside of her, warm and astonishing and profound. She nuzzled against the side of his neck, enjoying the scent of him: his hair, his maleness and his sweat, grinning so hard that he must have felt the movement of it against his skin.

"What?" he asked her, low voiced and throaty. "What is it?"

"You're ticklish, " she explained, at once proud and astonished, as if she had somehow discovered the answer to the question of the universe's missing mass.

Kathryn Janeway giggled, a sound so out character for her that Chakotay's questing fingers stilled.

"What is it now?" he asked.

"I was just wondering if there are any other places where you're ticklish," she whispered against his throat.

She could feel his cheeks twitch as he fought down a smile. "There are, but I think I rather just let you discover them for yourself. Makes it more interesting, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, " Kathryn purred, "Much more interesting."

Chakotay's hand had worked its way deep between her thighs and the his index finger traced the line of her slit. Her heat and moisture tantalyzed him and he pressed along the line of her, stroking rhythmically. She lifted her hips and pressed herelf more fully into his hand, spreading her legs to welcome his touch. "Like it, Kathryn?" he whispered, "Like it?"
 
 

"Oh, yes," she answered, her voice coming from deep in her throat. "Definitely." Her arms had wrapped themselves around his shoulders and her breath heated the hollow shoulder as she panted against him.

She came with a long sighing groan. He held her, stroking along her arm and rocking her slightly as her body trembled with the aftershocks.

"Kathryn?" His voice again, delicate against her ear.

"Umm?"

"My leg is asleep."

She quickly scrambled off his lap. Chakotay straightened both his legs out in front of him, stretching. He hissed through his teeth as his hamstring ungratefully reminded him of the injury done to it earlier.

"Want me to kiss it better?" she asked, her voice still thick with her earlier passion, but her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chakotay pursed his lips in feigned serious thought. "It seems only fair," he allowed.

She stood and offered her hand, which he took. "Let's use the bed, there's more room," she explained as she tugged him toward her bedroom door. Unexpectedly he didn't move.

"KathrynÖ" he began.

She covered his lips with her fingers stilling his words. "You don't have to say it. I know. I've always known." He allowed her to pull him into the next room then. "Face down," she ordered and he complied, lying face down on the bed with his arms folded under his chin and his feet dangling over the edge. She pulled off one shoe then the other, letting both drop noisly to the floor. She blew into her cupped palms, warming her hands, then layering one hand atop of the other, she leaned her weigh into the heel of her hand and prssed hard on the back of his thigh. Chakotay yelped with pain.

"Not so hard, " he warned between gritted teeth.

"Sorry." She lightened her pressure, but continued to knead the taut cord of his leg from knee to the curve of his buttock, alternately pressing and stretching. His skin warmed beneath her fingers and she felt the muscle begin to soften. As his pain receded, she felt the rest of Chakotay's body relax under her ministrations. He seemed almost asleep. She leaned down and licked across the back of his knee. His head jerked up, startled.

"You are ticklish!" she crowed.

"Not there--you justÖsurprised me."

She returned to he massage allowing her fingers to stray higher and inward toward more sensitive flesh. Her hand strayed under his shorts and along the cuff of just under the edge athletic brief he wore underneath. Fingertips slid under and traced around the curve of his ass and downward tickling the soft wiry hair behind his scrotum. Her fingers teased once, twice, and as her hand ventured for a third time, Chakotay's arm whipped back and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't tease, Kathryn, it isn'tÖkind."

"I'm not teasingÖjust paying back in kind."

He released her arm and her felt her weight poise then shift on the mattress as she pulled off her exercise tunic and bra. Her hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up to bunch under his armpits and over his shoulders. Her tongue counted the bumps of his spine as she slowly slid up his back, brushing her breasts along him from ass to shoulders. Her breath chuckled across the back of his neck as she lay atop him, wriggling and pressing her hips suggestively against his ass. A twist of his shoulders slid her off his back and alongside him on the bed. He lifted his arm and hooked a leg around her, pulling her under him and covered her mouth with long, open-mouthed kisses. He nipped playfully at her lower lip and sucked between his lips. The kisses slowed, become less playful and more intense. Intent on delving into the taste of her mouth, Chakotay relaxed his weight on to her. Suddenly, Kathryn came up breathless and struggling beneath him. She pushed at his shoulder. "Get off, " she grunted, "I can'tÖYou're laying on my ribs."

Alarmed, Chakotay hastily rolled off of her, an apology already forming on his lips. The mottled blue and red bruise below and to the right her breast glared, an ugly reminder of her injury.

Kathryn drew in a deep--well, not too deep-- breath and sighed. She noticed the path of his gaze. "I'm trying to give you a chance to apologize, but you're wearing too many clothes."

He took the hint and stripped off his clothing. She swept an appreciative gaze over his naked body, then swung her knee across him, straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him lingergingly and his arm enveloped her.

Kathryn sat astride Chakotay, her instep pressed snugly against the curve of his knee and his cock swelling proudly within her. Their lovemaking was fierce and leisurely by turns as they moved together and alternately, pushing their bodies to the very precipice of release and drawing back to touch or tongue or explore before urging each other again toward new heights of arousal. He liked his nipples licked. She was surprising vocal during sex.

They explored each other thoroughly. Chakotay held Kathryn as she shuddered through one orgasm and then another, then groaned with pleasure when she leaned down to flick his small hard nipples with her tongue, all the while he twitched and throbbed deep within her slick heat. Finally goaded beyond all control by her hands and mouth and tightness, Chakotay grabbed Kathryn around the waist and pulled her down hard, penetrating her to the mouth of her cervix, and pumped frantically as he reached his climax. He groaned under her, arching his back and pressing even deeper into her. His spasms trigger hers and she collapsed, panting, onto his sweat-slicked chest.

She lay there until the heaving of Chakotay's breathing quieted under her, then she rolled to the side. She lay on her back beside him, not quite touching and a little cold now with her damp skin exposed to the cabin's air. She wished they had bothered to pull down the bed coverings so she could pull the sheet over her now. Chakotay turned on his side and threw a possessive arm across her chest and swung his knee across her pelvis. His nose nuzzled against the side of her neck. Kathryn squirmed restlessly, sticky where their skin touched, cold where it didn't, and beyond that with desperate need to empty her bladder.

She pushed aside his arm and got out of bed. A look of confusion and hurt passed quickly over Chakotay's face and then vanished, carefully hidden away. "Where are you going?" he asked as neutrally as possible.

"I have to pee. Besides, " she added with a sly grin and a meaningful quirk of her eyebrow, "I'm not going to Sickbay smelling like this. And neither should you. Otherwise the entire ship will know in about 15 minutes just how we consoled ourselves after we lost our match.So unless you want Paris to start calling in his markersÖ."

When she returned to her bedroom after her shower, Chakotay and his clothes were both gone. Janeway sighed. Well, she hadn't left him much in the way of options. She finished dressing and set out for Sickbay.

* * * * *

The door to Sickbay hissed open.

"If you're still breathing, take a number," came the holodoctor's acerbic voice from the back of the room, " And don't bleed on the floor unless you want to scrub it."

Janeway looked around. Tom Paris sat on one biobed with blood trickling out from beneath the hand he had cupped protectively across the center of his face. B'Elanna Torres sat glowering fiercely at the helmsman from the other biobed, her right wrist cradled in her lap and supported by her left hand in the universal posture that said 'broken wrist'. Three other crewmembers stood by listlessly, waiting their turn for treatment.

The doctor finished treating a young dark-haired crewwoman wearing exercise clothes, then clapped her on the back in dismissal. The hologram turned around at the sound of the Sickbay door opening again. "Ah, Captain, Commander, " he greeted airily, as Commander Chakotay hobbled into the medical bay and formed up in line behind Janeway, "I see you that you've also been casualties of the hoverball tourney." He frowned unhappily at them and muttered to himself, "You would think that *somebody* around here would have had more senseÖ." He drew a tray over to the biobed where Paris sat and pulled the helmsman's hand none too gently away from his face. "Broken nose, Mr. Paris," the doctor remarked sarcastically, "and quite nicely done. I don't supposed you want to tell me howÖnow hold stillÖ" The doctor scolded as he manipulated the hand tractor over Paris's swollen nose, realigning the crushed bone while Paris squirmed in discomfort. "Here." The Doc thrust the dermal regenerator into Paris's hand. "You know how to use this. Take care of that swelling--and that black eye-- while I set Lt. Torres's wrist."

The doctor turned. The Captain and Commander Chakotay were no longer in Sickbay. He frowned. "Where did they go?" he asked Torres as he lifted the osteo-regenerator from his surgical tray. His frown deepened at her response. Kiss it and make it better? That wasn't standard medical procedure. And liable to lead to all kinds complications. He shook his head at the unfathomability of flesh and blood beings and proceeded to set Lt. Torres's wrist.