Title: Too Good to Be True Author: Cait N. (caitn @ mindspring.com) Series: TNG/VOY Pairing: Lwaxana Troi/Chakotay Rating: NC-17 Archive: ASCEML, CFF - anywhere else, please ask Beta: Saklani Disclaimer: Paramount wouldn't touch this with a ten foot pole. I had to use a five foot pole to write it myself. Summary: Voyager has returned and Chakotay has a delivery for Ambassador Troi. Sort of. Author's Notes: Written for the CFF. Kim drew Lwaxana Troi as my pairing. I'll get her back, one way or another. *g* = = = = = = = = = = Too Good to Be True copyright December 2001 by Cait N. Chakotay whistled as he walked down Cochrane Avenue. He was in a moderately nice neighborhood, just a couple of blocks from downtown. It was only a block from where Star Fleet was putting him up, and he'd told Admiral Nevak he'd deliver the diplomatic pouch to save them the time and trip. Information too sensitive to be sent via a comm link, or so he guessed. He didn't ask, and they didn't tell. Ambassador Lwaxana Troi. A legend. He'd met her briefly at the gala last week, the one Star Fleet had thrown to welcome the Voyager crew back home. He'd come away with the impression of style and grace. And not a bad rack, either. He passed the security check point at street level, and walked down the curved driveway. He stopped at the base of the steps and stared at the huge double doors of the sumptuous mansion that the ambassador kept in San Francisco. It dwarfed all the other homes around it. He climbed the twenty steps and rang the bell. The door was flung open and Chakotay was grabbed by the shirt collar and hauled inside. The door slammed shut, plunging the huge foyer into a dim gray murkiness. He blinked a couple of times, trying to get adjusted to the abrupt change in lighting. A hand was placed in the middle of his chest, pushing him roughly back against the door. By the time his eyes had finally adjusted, the hand had the top two buttons on his shirt undone, and was working on the third. He looked at his assailant. Long dark hair, full lips, sparkling dark eyes that seemed to read his every thought. It was the ambassador! "Wha -" he started to say, but was cut off by her lips pressing tightly against his. She kept kissing him, running her tongue along his lips, all the while her hands rubbing his now bare chest. Her fingertips teased his nipples, her nails raking across them, making him groan in pleasure and pain. She broke off the kiss and moved her lips down to his collarbone. "Ambassador?" he moaned, halfway between a question and a statement. "Call me Lwaxana," she murmured into his mouth. "Lwaxana," he tried to say around the pressure of her continued kiss. She raised her head and grinned. "I like the way you say my name. Such power." She growled. "I -" "No," she said, placing a hand against his lips. She gave him a look he couldn't decipher, then started licking and sucking his nipples, first the left, then the right. By the time she'd worked her way down to his navel and was unfastening his pants, talking was furthest from his mind. In the wake of the ambassador's sexual onslaught, Chaktoay's could only hang on and see where the ride took him. Lwaxana's mouth descended slowly toward his groin, eliciting a groan from him. Her mouth closed over his hard cock and his knees almost buckled. It'd been over seven years since he'd last had a blowjob - since he'd last had sex, period. The more she sucked, licked, nibbled, and fondled, the closer he got to losing control and coming all over her face. Finally he grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her head back and her mouth to break contact. She smiled, her mouth rimmed in spittle and precum. Chakotay hauled her to her feet and spun around, reversing their positions. He noticed she was wearing a dress, and he lifted it, surprised and pleased to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He rubbed his index finger along her slit, and it slid between her lips, slick with her wetness. Bunching her dress around her waist, he bent his knees slightly and locked his hands under her butt, hoisting her up and onto his waiting member. He threw his head back and sighed as he slid into her. He moved a couple of inches, until she was braced between him and the door, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders. He started moving his hips back and forth, sliding in and out in quick, shallow movements. Chakotay increased his tempo, ignoring the sweat starting to pour down his face, and the fact that his arms were beginning to tire. "Unh, unh, unh," he grunted, feeling his balls start to tighten. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes!" Lwaxana screamed, digging her nails into Chakotay's upper arms and squeezing her legs together as tight as she could. Chakotay came in one heated rush. His legs locked up, and his left toe jerked with tiny spasms, like it was wont to do during sex. "Oh, Lwaxana," he breathed into her ear. "That was amazing. If this is a dream I never want to wake up..." "Wake up." "Wake up." *Mother, wake up!* Ambassador Lwaxana Troi shot up in bed, her mind fumbling to make sense of everything. She looked around the room. It was her bedroom, not the foyer. And Deanna and Mr. Homm were her only companions, not that sumptuous Commander Chakotay who she'd met last week at some Star Fleet party. She sighed in exasperation, and punched her fists against the mattress. Before long she'd have to do something about these unfulfilling dreams. That commander would be hers before the month was out or else she'd denounce her claim to the Holy Rings of Betazed! THE END....for now