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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Paramount, story to me … any similarity to actual persons living is ENTIRELY on purpose!! Rating: R maybe, for situations … tamer than my normal stuff. Torture! Pure, sweet, perverse torture! These were the first thoughts that came into Chakotay’s mind when he stirred from his uneasy sleep and stretched the kinks out of his neck. Sleeping sitting up in a chair was never a good idea, especially for someone of his age. The reason for his rotten night, lay quietly snoring less than three feet away. * * * After two months without shore leave, and five months without encountering a friendly race, Voyager finally limped into the territory of a people called the Pagelians. The Magistrate, a large round friendly man with smooth, yellow skin and grey hair, had immediately offered them supplies and a few days away from the re-cycled air of the ship. The crew relaxed on Pageli, interacting easily with the Jaundiced-looking aliens, swapping tales and stories and learning about their cultural differences, whilst harvesting a bountiful amount of crops and seedlings. The previous evening, H’Kol had thrown a lavish reception at his home. Everyone had been invited and huge structures were erected in the Magistrate’s gardens to accommodate his council members, other dignitaries and Voyager’s crew. Chakotay found himself being pulled off and separated from his Captain quite early on in the proceedings. The good-looking First Officer was in much demand by the amorous Pagelian females, finding himself with a never-ending supply of dancing partners, whose language did not include the word ‘No’. In the midst of such attention, Chakotay’s eyes continuously scanned the room looking for Kathryn, hoping to steal at least one twirl around the dance floor. About three hours into the evening, Chakotay left the latest doting female and approached the bar for a drink. Sipping his fruit-based punch he heard a familiar husky voice. “Come on, won’t you dance with me? … You should dance with me, right? I’m your Captain … you should dance with me … I haven’t danced all evening … no one to dance with … Chakotay’s left me … did you know that … dumped me … always dumps me … doesn’t want to dance with me …” Another voice interrupted, this time belonging to Tom Paris and for once, it lacked his usual cocky undertones. “Come on Captain, we’ll find Chakotay. He’s here somewhere, Harry saw him, remember?” “Harry? Why didn’t I dance with Harry? Good boy … oops, not a boy is he … he’s a man … I guess some would say handsome … I like my men older … taller … Do you think he’s handsome Tom?” “He’s not my type Captain, lets put it that way.” “Am I your type, Mr Paris?” “Captain …” “Kathryn.” “Cap … er … Kathryn, I’d rather not say.” “Why? You afraid I’ll throw you in the brig?” “No, I’m afraid the Commander will kick my butt.” “Why? He doesn’t care about me anymore … Do you Tom? Everyone forgets I’m not just a Captain … I’m a woman too, Tom …” “Yes,” he croaked. “And a mighty good-looking one too …” “Do you think I’m pretty Mr Paris?” “I … er …” When Tom continued the relief in his voice was evident. “Ah, Commander, thank God I’ve found you!” Chakotay turned and eyed the scene before him. Kathryn was draped over their helmsman, her eyes unfocused, her make-up smudged, her dress in disarray and revealing far more cleavage than he knew she would’ve liked. “What on earth?” “Easy old man, this wasn’t anything to do with me. I just found her wandering amongst the tables sampling every coloured drink she could find!” “Chakotay!” she squealed, freeing herself from Tom’s supportive grip and flinging herself at Chakotay. “Missed you … where’d you go?” she asked in a vulnerable voice. Chakotay drew an arm around her waist, physically holding her upright. “Kathryn, what have you been doing?” “Partying!” came the slurred reply. “You’re drunk!” he accused. “I am not! I’ll have you know that I come from the finest Irish blood … I,” she prodded her chest then winced, “can out-drink anyone in this God damn quadrant!” “Looks like she’s already started,” Tom muttered. “Lets get you back to the ship, Kathryn,” Chakotay placated. “Ooh, naughty Commander, are you trying to get me into your quarters?” Chakotay rolled his eyes and his expression warned Paris to stem the witty comments. “Where’s the Doctor, Paris?” he growled. “I think he’s over by the orchards,” Tom offered. “Find him and make sure he’s in sickbay within the next five minutes!” “Oooh, you’re so masterful,” the outrageously drunk Captain mewed. Chakotay sighed and removed her palm from where it had sneaked to rest on his rear. “Come on Kathryn, lets get you home then the Doctor can make you feel better.” “I’m feeling fine as I am … matter of fact, you’re feeling fine too!” she giggled into his chest. Chakotay caught Tom’s smirk. “Paris! Doctor! Now!” As the helmsman made a hasty departure, Chakotay tried to jostle Kathryn. “Kathryn, you’re leaning against my comm. badge, I need you to move for me so I can activate it.” “Press mine,” she purred. He was stunned for a moment. “No, just move Kathryn.” “Here, mine works fine …” she purred again, taking his palm and pressing it over her breast. “Oops, wrong one!” she moved his hand to the other one. “There, can you touch it and make contact?” It took every ounce of self-control for Chakotay to concentrate on hailing the ship and not on the fleshy mound under his sweating palm. “Chakotay to Voyager, two to beam directly to sickbay.” They rematerialized in the empty room, with Kathryn clinging to him and his hand still cupping her breast. “Mmm, that feels nice Chakotay, I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long,” she whispered, kissing along the V of his shirt and tormenting his goose-bumped flesh. “So very long …” “Kathryn!” he rasped. “We have to stop … you don’t want this …” “Oh, but I do Cha-ko-tay … I want so much more …” Despite their difference in height and her drunken condition, Kathryn somehow managed to back her First Officer up against a bio-bed. “Kiss me,” she urged, pressing her body tortuously along his. “I want to feel your mouth on mine …” Blindly her lips sought his, and her hand grasped his nape, locking them together. Their first kiss tasted of stale alcohol and the spicy dip that had accompanied the main course. He tried to push her away, but she held him tight with a strength that belied her small frame. She was lean under his hands, taut and muscular, yet soft. She was a mass of contradictions, yet he loved her. She stole his kisses, yet in a different situation he would’ve have given them freely. She prised his lips open and invaded his mouth, yet he couldn’t resist duelling with her. “Mmm … I thought I was called to give the Captain an anti-alcohol suppressant, I had no idea you wanted her birth-control booster updated!” the Doctor haughtily observed. “Maybe you should try a little suppressing of your own, Commander.” Chakotay prised Kathryn away, holding on firm to her upper arms and preventing her from stumbling. “This isn’t what you think, Doctor,” the First Officer explained. “Yes it is Doc … I was trying to drop trou and seduce him!” Janeway eyed the embarrassed Commander. “My God I’ve waited long enough for him to seduce me!” The medic coughed. “Yes, well Captain, you know my views on this, all work and no play makes the Captain a very dull girl.” “Yes, and I’m anything but dull,” she purred, attempting to rub herself against Chakotay. “Doctor, could you do something?” Chakotay almost pleaded, prying her wriggling body away from his and desperately trying to ignore the hotly feminine scratch of her nails along his wrist. “Ah yes,” he intoned, examining the swaying Captain with a tri-corder and looking shocked. “What exactly has she been drinking?!” he exclaimed. “I’m not sure. According to Tom Paris, the Captain was ‘minesweeping’ …” The EMH looked confused so Chakotay elaborated, “She was drinking everything in her path, Doctor, in every colour.” “Liked the … what colour was it?” Kathryn’s brow furrowed in deep thought. “Ooh yeah … the gween … gwe … green! Green one,” she finally managed. The Doctor’s eyes widened as he continued scanning her. “She’s drank enough alcohol to keep a Klingon ship happy for weeks!” Kathryn hic-cupped and went white. “Oh no … I … I feel … I’m going to … I …” her hand flew to her mouth. “Deep breathes Kathryn, that’s it. Do you want to go into the bathroom?” Chakotay asked, rubbing her back. She swallowed hard. “I’m fine … give me something Doctor … don’t want to be sick …” Chakotay looked up at the Doctor’s hesitation. “What is it?” “I’m afraid Commander, I’m unable to administer any counter-measures … it appears the Captain has so many chemicals in her blood stream at the moment, any more might just heighten the problem and lead to blood poisoning. The best thing I can advise is trying to keep her awake for a while and letting her vomit.” Kathryn groaned. “No … please … I don’t want to be ill … I don’t like it …” “Unfortunately, nobody does,” the Doctor retorted. “Commander, might I suggest you leave her here, in sickbay? I can at least keep an eye on her.” “Nooo … don’t want to stay here, want to go home … take me home Chakotay, please …” How could he refuse the scared blue eyes that stared up at him, or the hands that clung to his shirt? “Would it be alright if I stayed with her, in her quarters? I could contact you if she turned worse.” “I suppose that would be adequate. Just make sure she doesn’t fall asleep and choke … if you understand my meaning,” the EMH gestured. “I understand. Come on Captain, let’s get you home,” he said, helping to steady her. “You’ll stay with me? You’re not going to leave me are you? Don’t want to be alone,” her nails pieced the fabric of his shirt and dug into his skin. “You’ll be okay, I’ll stay all night.” “You called me Captain,” she said, realising his use of her title. “You call me Kathryn … normally … I like you calling me that … say it … say my name … say my name like you care about me …” “Kathryn, you’re my friend, of course I care for you.” The medic barely heard Chakotay’s terse reply as the command team left sickbay. Inside the turbolift, Chakotay steadied his Captain by placing both hands around her waist and leaning her against the cool panel of the wall. “Are we just friends, Chakotay?” she asked him, peering at him with soft, dewy eyes. “I always hoped …” He couldn’t allow her to finish. “Protocol, remember?” She noticed the bitterness in his voice. “I’m sorry.” Chakotay shrugged and checked the floor indicator. “Almost there. How are you feeling?” “A little queasy, to be honest,” she admitted. “You’ll feel a whole lot worse in the morning.” “Thanks,” she mumbled. “Deck 3.” The computer’s voice informed them. “I don’t think I can walk,” Kathryn stammered. “Do you want me to carry you?” Kathryn stared up at him then looked at the turbolift’s open doors and the corridor beyond. “No,” she barked, straightening her shoulders and giving a tilt of her chin. Chakotay stifled a chuckle at the sudden appearance of the ‘Captain’. “Hey, easy,” he told her, as her sudden stance of authority let her down and she wobbled precariously. “Let me help you.” “I believe, Commander, that I can walk unaided on my own ship,” was her frosty reply. Chakotay gave a sigh and gestured, “After you.” With a curt nod, Kathryn staggered from the lift. Two steps later, Chakotay’s quick reflexes saved the proud Starfleet brat from landing on her butt. “Seems I need assistance after all,” she acquiesced. He wisely chose to remain silent and concentrated on getting her to her door. “How long have you known my access code?” she asked, watching as he gained entry to her quarters. “About a week after I came onboard,” he grinned. Her voice dropped to a low purr, “You could’ve sneaked in at anytime … taken me …” she paused deliberately, “… by surprise.” Chakotay’s body instantly reacted to her words and her soft nuzzling of his neck. “Kathryn,” he pleaded, manoeuvring her inside, “don’t tease. You have no idea how you’re affecting me.” “I think I do,” she whispered, rocking her hips against his. “Touch me … like you did in sickbay,” her breathless moan fanned over his heated skin. “Please,” he rasped, pushing her away. Kathryn swayed, robbed of his supporting arms. She stared at him, tears misting in her eyes. “There’s someone else, isn’t there?” His heart and resolve nearly broke from the hurt in her voice. “Kathryn …” he began. “No! Please, don’t. Spare me some dignity, God knows I’ve lost enough tonight. I’m sorry, Chakotay, I misread the situation …” He reached for her and she stumbled away, “Maybe you could get us both a drink?” she said avoiding looking in his direction. “There isn’t anyone else,” he told her quietly. Slowly her head turned, her expression quizzical. Chakotay approached her warily. “If things were different, if you knew what you were saying, if you were sober, if we could forget protocol …” his words drifted off. “Yes?” He took a deep breath. “I’d carry you into that bedroom and make love to you.” Kathryn gasped, visibly affected by his words. “Lets do it, lets pretend tonight that the world outside that door doesn’t exist.” Dumbfounded, he watched her close the distance until she stood before him, tiny and perfect. “Love me, Chakotay,” she whispered, pulling his head down to meet hers. “I do,” he answered softly. Their lips brushed in tender exploration and Kathryn’s fingers combed through his short, dark hair. It was wrong, but he found his hands wandering over her back and settling on her buttocks. Her tongue flicked against him and his lips parted, drawing her into the warmth of his mouth. Someone groaned in pleasure as the kiss continued. Kathryn broke away, her eyes betraying the depth of her lust and her hands moving to unbutton the dark green dress she wore. Chakotay’s eyes greedily followed her movements; one button, two, three … the lace of her bra exposed, the curve of her breasts heaving. “Spirits!” he cursed, turning away. “If only you meant this Kathryn …” Confused and hurt, Kathryn choked out a sob. “Why can’t you love me?” With a conscious effort to restrain himself, Chakotay turned, meeting her tearful gaze. “I do love you Kathryn, but I can’t do this … I can’t love you tonight then let you go.” Small, trembling fingers moved to close the gap in her dress and a painful silence filled the room. “How about I get us those drinks?” he eventually offered. “Okay.” Kathryn slumped onto the couch, feeling disorientated, lonely and very sorry for herself. “Coffee?” he asked, observing her from the replicator. Kathryn barely nodded. He took the drinks and crossed to the couch, sitting at the other end and passing her the coffee. The silence was deafening. Kathryn sipped her beverage and pulled a face, “I … Chak …” was all she managed to say before leaning forward and vomiting on the carpet and her shoes. Chakotay reacted quickly, rubbing her back and supporting her as she retched. “You’re okay Kathryn, I’m here. That’s it, you’re alright.” She was shaking and dry heaving. “Water …” she stammered. He fetched her a glass, and held it for her as she sipped. “I’m sorry … look at the mess,” she whined. “Don’t worry, I can clear that up.” “I’m sorry …” once more she heaved, catching his boots and pants this time. “I’m never doing this again,” she cried. “My mother used to say, ‘Better out than in’,” he tried. “I don’t like being ill,” her body shook. “I’m here Kathryn. Lets get you into bed. You’ll feel much better if you can get some sleep.” “I smell, I’ve got sick over me,” she sobbed. “We’ll take care of that tomorrow,” Chakotay promised, helping her into the bedroom and sitting her on the bed. “My dress … ruined …” “No, it’s not,” he reassured her, pulling back the covers. “I’m sorry …” she rocked herself. “It’s okay.” “My feet … my shoes … want to have a shower … smell …” “Lay down for me and I’ll fetch a cloth and wipe your feet and legs,” he said. “Take my dress off.” She slumped backwards on her elbows and gestured to the buttons. “Spirits save me,” he whispered under his breath and began removing her soiled dress with shaking fingers. “Now, lay down for me while I put this in the recycler.” “Chakotay …” she sat up. “What?” “Shower … please, need to be clean …” “No, I’ll get a washcloth, that will have to do.” She panicked as he disappeared into the bathroom. “Chakotay! Don’t leave me! Please!” He returned. “I’m here, I haven’t left you.” He knelt before her and wiped at the sticky mess on her ankles and legs. “I’m sorry.” He already knew that. “It’s okay.” She made a strange noise and he hurriedly looked up. “Kathryn?” “My mouth … horrible taste … toothbrush …” He nodded and dried her wriggling toes then left to find her toothbrush and paste. Last time he checked, these duties were not listed in those designated to First Officer. She had no idea how difficult this was for him, despite her intoxication and sickness; she was still lying practically naked on the bed after giving him the most passionate of kisses. He was only human after all. Grabbing a bowl he crossed to where she sat hunched on her bed, legs dangling off where he’d left them. “Here, let me put the toothpaste on and you can clean your teeth,” he told her. Her head swam as she watched him and try as she might she had no idea what had happened five minutes ago, let alone an hour ago. “What happened to me?” she asked in a small voice. “You got drunk on the planet.” “Have I embarrassed myself?” “No,” he lied, helping her to hold the brush and use it. “Finished? Can you spit into the bowl for me?” ‘Or vomit into the bowl Kathryn,’ he thought as she heaved once more. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, distressed. “Okay, lay down for me and I’ll empty this.” “Water,” she croaked. “Yes, I’ll get you some more water.” He held the glass to her quivering lips, “Not too fast Kathryn, just sip it.” “Had enough,” she instructed, pushing at his arm. “I’ll leave it here, on the nightstand, in case you want anymore,” he positioned it close enough for her to reach. “Kathryn, what are you doing?” Her fingers were fumbling with the front closure on her bra. “Can’t sleep in this … take it off for me?” He could do anything for her, clean her up, hold her whilst she vomited, push away her advances, remove her dress … but one thing he couldn’t do was take off her bra. “Leave it on,” he warned, tapping away her hands. “I’m cold.” He pulled the sheets over her shaking body. “Now go to sleep,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t go …” “I won’t, I’ll be sitting over there on the chair,” he pointed. “Too far, bring it nearer.” He did as he was told. “Is this better?” “Mmm.” He watched her snuggle into the sheets for a moment then left to clean the carpet in the other room. Halfway through his task he heard a gurgling noise and rushed back into the bedroom. “Kathryn!” She had rolled face down onto the bed and was retching. “Kathryn, come on, turn over for me sweetheart!” he yelled, panicking and attempting to move her body which was stubborn and heavy. “Kathryn! Move honey, you can’t vomit like that!” She was groggy as he pulled her around. “Whaaat?” The sheets were a mess. “I need you to sit up for me, can you do that?” Her body was limp in his arms, no longer a dead weight. “S’in my hair,” she moaned, fingering the red strands. “Don’t worry about that. Can you sit up for me?” He was worried that she would topple over and hurt herself. “Toilet …” “What?” This was clearly turning into a nightmare. “Need toilet … pee …” He half carried, half dragged her to the bathroom, not needing another mess to clean. Her fingers clawed at the lace of her panties. “Can’t do it … can’t do it …” He rolled his eyes and prayed that she would forgive him in the morning. “I’ll do it.” He pushed them past her knees then lowered her onto the seat. “Hold on to the towel rail,” he ordered, wrapping her fingers around it. “I’ll be back in minute.” Kathryn nodded and her knuckles whitened, as she held firm. Wasting no time, Chakotay stripped the bedding and placed it in the recycler. Unable to find clean sheets in the cupboard, he decided on another coarse of action and went to retrieve Kathryn from the bathroom. “Finished?” he asked slowly entering. “Yes … can’t get up.” “I know,” he replied, taking her waist and pulling her to her feet. Kathryn fumbled with the toilet tissue, reeling it from the roll and letting it gather in a clump on the floor. “Have to … wipe … will get sore …” her fingers indicated between her thighs. He had no intentions of performing that task for her and instead just pulled up her panties. Flimsy and very, very feminine. ‘Stop it old man!’ he cursed himself. ‘She’s ill!’ “Kathryn, we’re going to go next door to my quarters. You can sleep in my bed.” Her small hands clung to him as he lifted her and called for a site to site. He lowered her into his bed and tucked her in. “Try to sleep Kathryn,” he hushed, smoothing her hair away from her face. “Sorry,” she mumbled, eyelids closing. Chakotay settled into his chair and watched her gently breathe. Twice, through the night, Kathryn had made a strange noise, making Chakotay jerk awake and check that she was not distressed or choking. Both times she was fine. * * * It was ship’s morning, and Chakotay was groggily massaging his aching neck, as he watched Kathryn continue to sleep. She was going to have the mother of all hangovers when she finally awoke. He slipped into his living area and tapped his comm. Badge. “Chakotay to Tuvok.” “Tuvok here Commander.” “Tuvok, would it be possible for you to cover the bridge today? The Captain has been unwell through the night and requires additional rest and I would rather stay and keep an eye on her.” “I have heard about the Captain’s intoxication and I believe she will indeed require further rest. Have you managed any sleep Commander?” “Not an awful lot,” he admitted with a groan. “Then try to rest yourself. I will see you both tomorrow. Tuvok out.” Chakotay crossed wearily over to the replicator and ordered a coffee with cream and sugar. Not his usual beverage, but he needed the caffeine. The computer’s call startled him. “Commander Chakotay, the time is 0600hrs.” “Computer, reset alarm, 24hrs,” he hissed, trying not to wake up his sleeping Captain. Kathryn stirred, her eyes slowly opening and trying to guess where she was. In bed. Not her bed. Chakotay’s? How the hell had she gotten here? She made a move to sit up and slumped back into the pillows, clutching at her head. Hot searing shards of pain were slicing through it and mouth felt as dry as a Vulcan desert. She licked her lips and tried to speak. “Cha …” her voice was hoarse. She gave a cough and tried again, “Chakotay? Oh, that hurts,” she whimpered, massaging her temples. The rumpled form of her best friend appeared from the living area. “Did the alarm wake you?” he asked. “Yes …” she licked her lips again. “Chakotay, could I have a glass of water please?” “Of course. Do you want me to contact the Doctor and get you a hypospray?” She tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. “Yes please.” He disappeared and Kathryn could hear him ordering the water and speaking to the EMH. With the least amount of effort, Kathryn peered under the covers to view her state of dress. “Underwear,” she muttered. “I had to remove your dress, sorry.” Kathryn looked thirstily at the glass he carried and tried once more to sit up. She groaned. “God, every part of me hurts, what the hell happened to me?” He helped her to sit, propping the pillows behind her back and ignoring the shudder she made when his hands brushed along her bare waist. “Are you sure you want to know?” he teased. Kathryn sipped at the water, eyeing him from over the rim. “I know a hangover when I get one, so I’m guessing I got drunk, right?” He chuckled, “Totally out of it Kathryn, would be more accurate.” “That bad, huh?” He nodded, giving her a tender smile. Kathryn picked at the blanket and hesitated a moment. “Chakotay … er … how come I’m … in … your bed?” she rushed the last bit out and blushed. He could torment her; lead her to believe … no, he couldn’t. “I brought you here because you were ill in yours.” She blanched at the thought. “Sorry.” “You said that a lot last night,” he grinned. “What else did I say?” Chakotay’s dark face reddened and he avoided her gaze. “Chakotay?” He took a breath, “You …” The door to his quarters chimed and Chakotay practically ran from the room to answer it. “Good morning, Commander, how’s the patient?” the Doctor beamed, striding inside. “Feeling like hell,” called out the husky voice. “Ah, Captain,” the Doctor greeted, “I must say, I’ve seen you looking better.” “I’ve felt better,” she moaned. The Doctor’s mood was bright and cheery, annoyingly so for the Command team. “I tried hailing you, Captain …” Kathryn looked about and Chakotay filled her in. “Your comm. badge is next door.” “Oh.” “Although,” the Doctor continued, “After that little display in sickbay … I should’ve expected you to be here,” he mused, scanning her. “Little display?” the Captain repeated, looking quizzically at Chakotay, who in turn seemed rather interested in something on the floor. “Yes, good job it was me that disturbed you and not Mr Paris,” the EMH gazed at the horrified woman lying in the bed. “You know me, Captain, I’m not a gossip.” “Doctor, maybe you could just treat the Captain and return to sickbay? I’m sure you have many things to attend to …” the Commander’s voice held a thinly disguised warning. “Of course,” he said, quickly preparing a hypospray and pressing it against the Captain’s neck. “Well, that should alleviate the worst of your symptoms, any further trouble, don’t hesitate to call,” he breezed. He paused as if trying to make up his mind whether to speak then lent closer to Kathryn. “Captain, I feel it’s my duty as your physician to remind you that your contraceptive booster is no longer active, since you have failed to keep your last two appointments.” “Yes … thank you Doctor,” she muttered, wishing the bed was a black hole and she could just disappear. The medic straightened. “You know where to find me. Take the rest of the day off and try to sleep, that goes for both of you.” With that, he turned and left. Chakotay stood awkwardly and Kathryn sipped at the water again, more as a diversion than a requirement. “I need to use the bathroom,” she said eventually. “I’ll be through here,” he informed her, heading towards the lounge. Kathryn gingerly hoisted her legs out of the bed and stood up. “It’s okay, I guess you’ve already seen me in my underwear …” the room swam and she reached out to steady herself. “God, I hope that hypospray works soon,” she groaned. Chakotay offered his arm, “How about I help you across to the bathroom then get you a coffee?” “Deal,” she rasped, letting him guide her and slipping inside the small room. Once inside, Kathryn braced herself against the vanity unit and stared at her reflection. She looked like hell and smelt worse. Was that vomit in her hair? Hoping he wouldn’t mind, Kathryn activated a water shower and, after relieving her bladder, she stepped inside. Chakotay sat on the bed holding two hot drinks and listening to the running water. Kathryn was in the shower, naked in the shower. Her call shook him from his fantasies. “Chakotay? Could you hand me a towel?” He put the drinks down with a groan and grabbed a towel from the closet, opening the door a fraction and blindly waving his arm around. “There you go.” He felt her take it. “Thank you.” He returned to his former position, perched uncomfortably on the bed. “At least I feel a little more human,” she commentated, slicking back her wet hair and picking up the coffee. Kathryn was wearing nothing but the large blue towel and Chakotay gulped, as memories of New Earth flooded his mind. She sat next to him, keeping a respectful distance and took a long gulp of her drink. “Care to tell me what the Doctor was talking about?” she asked carefully. He stayed quiet. “I could make it an order,” she joked. Chakotay gave a sigh, “Kathryn, you were drunk, nothing happened …” “Well, something obviously did!” He stared at her and his eyes were full of pain, regret, longing. The depth of emotions made Kathryn catch her breath. “Please tell me,” she whispered. Chakotay gave his earlobe a nervous tug. “Okay, okay Kathryn, I’ll tell you what happened …” He proceeded to fill her in on everything that had occurred between Paris finding her on the planet, to putting her into his bed.” “I kissed you?” she repeated numbly. “Yes.” “Tried to seduce you …” He gave an embarrassed nod. “Tell me, why didn’t you? From what you’ve told me, I practically offered myself on a plate …” her voice was filled with self loathing. “You were drunk, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.” “Did you want to?” she pried His head jerked up. “Come on, did you want to?” “Kathryn … it was like a dream and a nightmare, you were kissing me, in my arms … and yet I knew that in the cold light of day …” Kathryn interrupted softly, “I’d turn you away and hurt you?” “Yes,” he shrugged, hands tightly clasped together. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep …” “No, I mean I’m sorry that I kissed you and don’t remember it.” Slowly, he turned towards her, disbelief etched on his face, hope glowing in his dark eyes. “Kathryn …” “I’m not drunk now, and I feel cheated. I finally got to kiss the man I love and I’m unable to remember what it felt like.” Disbelief gave way to out and out shock. “Kathryn you … do you … could you …?” “Love you? Yes. I’ve loved you for a long time, Chakotay. Last night I was searching for you, I was going to tell you how I felt, after a little ‘Dutch Courage’. Obviously I overdid the courage part!” “Just a little,” he grinned, dimples flashing. “What a state to get in … Oh!” her hand flew to her mouth, “I’ve ruined your pants and boots … I’m sorry … you must hate me! Here I am talking about love and new starts, after last night I’m sure I’ve lost any allure I might have had …” Chakotay took her hand. “Never. I still want you, desire you … last night I had to keep reminding myself you were ill, that you had no idea what you were saying …” “I know what I’m saying now … and tonight, if this hypospray ever kicks in, I want you and I to have dinner and talk things through … see if we can make this work, for us and the ship. But, I’m sorry darling, right now, I only want to lay back down and sleep … I am NEVER drinking again!” Chakotay chuckled and rose from the bed. “Where are you going?” she asked, slipping between the sheets again. “I …” “If we’re going to become involved, we’ll have to share a bed at some point,” she teased, lifting the edge of the blanket in invitation. “Lay with me? As much as I’d like to do more, cuddling is all I can manage!” Chakotay eyes filled with love and he moved to join her. “Oh, no, you’re not wearing THOSE in the bed, take them off!” she ordered, pointing at his soiled pants. “While you’re at it, you can take that shirt off too.” “Yes Ma’am! Are you always this bossy in bed Kathryn?” he asked, tugging off his clothing and settling in next to her. “Mostly, but there are times when I like to be dominated …” her hips lifted and she jerked the damp towel away, tossing it to the floor. “I’ll bear that in mind,” he rasped, feeling her naked body press flush against his, as she snuggled nearer. “Good!” Kathryn raised her head and kissed his lips softly. “That’s a down payment for when I’m feeling better,” she told him with a wink. He held her tighter, “I’ll look forward to later … goodnight Kathryn.” “Mmm,” she replied sleepily. He kissed the top of her head and joined her in sleep. The End Feedback? Was this a little tame for you? Return to adult stories |
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