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*

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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