Say I’ll Still Be Here Disclaimer: See Previous parts. Rating: NC-17 The early morning sun shone down on Chakotay as he sat in the garden of the house him and Kathryn used to share. His eyes grew misty recalling the day they had moved in; how her rich throaty laughter had echoed through the empty rooms as he’d carried her into their new home. How she’d squirmed in his arms, and how they’d christened the large bed in the opulent master bedroom. A groan escaped his lips and he fought against the tide of memories washing over him. He still loved her, with everything he was, but … In Chakotay’s mind, the garden was replaced with Kathryn’s quarters on Voyager; the hot tea in his hand became the crisp chardonnay they had shared that first night. They had been sitting on the couch together. The remains of the meal she’d prepared sat discarded on the table. Kathryn had one leg bent underneath her, her thigh close to Chakotay’s, touching. Maybe it had been the wine, maybe it was the realisation that they would soon be in the Alpha Quadrant, but when he’d looked across at her, he couldn’t resist the lips that were softly parted, smiling that crooked grin. Something inside his mind was screaming at him to kiss her. Leaning closer, his lips lightly brushed hers, and the fire that had lain unattended for so long burst into soaring flames. His kiss changed, demanding so much more from her, grinding her lips to his. Her fingers tangled in the short dark hair at his nape, tugging him closer and closer, until he was pushing her backwards, covering her trim body with his own. Like an adolescent on a first date, his hands had been everywhere, groping wildly at her breasts, squeezing them through the material of her uniform. “Gods Kathryn, I want you,” he’d rasped, tearing away the clothing that was denying him her body. “Yes! I’ve waited too long …” she’d panted, her nails digging into his neck and ears. “Oh Gods!” she yelped as an eager mouth latched hungrily onto a hard nipple. In the midst of his desire, so primal and animalistic, Chakotay was aware that being in Kathryn’s arms, joined together, felt so right, he knew he’d never let her go again. A bird singing in the tree startled Chakotay, bringing him back to the present day. He shifted in the seat, the hardness in his pants uncomfortable. He forced himself to think of something else … and failed. His mind replayed the previous night and briefly the anger he’d felt against Tom and B’Elanna resurfaced. Voyager’s former officers had tricked both him and Kathryn into a painful meeting with each other. However, just one look at Kathryn was all it took for his feelings for her to come flooding back. She’d seemed so tiny and fragile; her fearful eyes tore into his soul, attacking him at his centre. For eight months he’d believed the raw hurt and suffering had been his alone, but judging from the dark circles under her eyes she’d also gone through hell. He’d been a fool. All this time, all this hurt, for what? Angry pride. That was all it amounted to. A deep ache stabbed at him, forcing him to remember how Kathryn had unintentionally woken him during the night. At first he hadn’t been sure what the noise was that had pulled him from his dreams, then he realised. Kathryn was crying, her shoulders wracking in sorrowful sobs and what made it worse, she was still asleep. Her petite body curled into a protective ball, as the tears continued to roll over her cheeks. It had made him feel sick, and responsible. He had spooned up behind her, holding her tight, fighting his own tears as hers gradually subdued. After that, sleep for him had been impossible and he’d lain there, savouring the feel of her body so close to his, relishing in the warm scent of their lovemaking. How many times had he longed for her during the past eight months? Longed to hold her, love her, wake up next to her? Dawn broke, and Kathryn had turned into his shoulder, snuggling against him, her features soft and relaxed, free from the restraints she imposed on herself. Sometimes, it was only in moments like that, when she was truly Kathryn. Only in moments like that when she could allow herself to be seen as vulnerable. Chakotay sighed, wondering what would happen when Kathryn woke up, whether she would regret their night together. He shook his head, knowing they should have taken the time to talk last night, instead of letting their emotions and desires over-whelm them. He should have left, walked away, but how could he have left, when he wanted her so much? There had been times during their separation when he thought he would die from the pain of missing her. The mornings were the worst, waking up and reaching for her, after dreaming of her all night. He thought he understood all about loneliness on Voyager, the nights he spent in his quarters yearning to be with her next door. But nothing could have prepared him for the agony of knowing her love and losing it. There was a cry from inside the house, making Chakotay start. Quickly he put the tea down onto the table and turned, then stopped. Kathryn stood in the doorway, tears streaking her ashen face, her hands covering her mouth, eyes open wide. “I … thought you’d gone, …” she whispered fearfully. “You know I wouldn’t just go, …” he told her, closing the distance between them and feeling her surrender to his protective embrace. Holding her, he was reminded just how tiny and fragile she could be and his arms tightened further, causing a groan to escape her lips. He pulled away slightly, looking at her in concern, “Kathryn? Are you okay?” She gave him a lop-sided smile and blushed, “A little sore, that’s all,” she said, moving to cover her breasts, tender from his extensive attentions. “Sorry, I guess I got a little carried away … I didn’t mean to …” “I know,” she interrupted. His eyes pieced her soul, “You should’ve said if I was hurting you …” he said intently, alarmed to think that he’d injured her. Kathryn held his gaze, “You didn’t hurt me Chakotay …” she promised him, remembering how badly she ached for his touch, and how good it had felt, his hands on her body after so long. Chakotay watched the emotions flicking within her deep blue eyes, desire, love, hope, fear. Could he let really her go again? Kathryn fidgeted, not knowing what to say to the man in front of her who was still her husband, well at least for the moment, but if he had his way … A thought hit her and she tried to push it to the back of her mind, would he still want the divorce, even after making love with her? “Kathryn …” “Chakotay …” They both spoke at the same time, and fell into an awkward silence. Eventually Chakotay continued, “I’ll fetch us some coffee, then we can talk about last night … and us,” he told her, his thumb tenderly grazing her cheek. Kathryn nodded in response, stomach lurching, not sure whether she really wanted to hear what he had to say. Chakotay walked into the house and Kathryn made her way over to the chair he’d been sitting in. Curling her feet up underneath her, she noticed the cushion was still warm and wondered just how long Chakotay had been sitting there. When she’d woke and found the bed empty, she’d been afraid that last night was a dream, that it never happened. Seeing him sitting in the garden was a relief, even though she realised they still had so much to sort out. A chill ran through her, as she pondered whether his feelings for her had changed; although his body’s reactions to her were the same, she didn’t know if his heart still belonged to her. Kathryn sighed, for seven years he had been by her side, for another ten months he had been her lover and husband, and for the last eight he had been gone and left her with a broken heart. Her bottom lip quivered as the gut-wrenching pain stabbed at her once more. Kathryn hoped and prayed to whatever deities were watching, that she could make him change his mind and give their marriage another chance. The cups jingled on the tray, along with the large stainless silver coffee pot, as Chakotay carried it out to the terrace. Setting it on the table, he poured Kathryn a cup; black no sugar, as usual. “Thanks,” she murmured, taking the mug from his outstretched hand and sipping at the hot liquid. Chakotay poured himself one, this time with cream and three sugars, a habit Kathryn had always chided him about. He sat facing her, noticing the slight smile she was giving. “What?” he asked puzzled. “You still make weak coffee Chakotay,” she ribbed, taking the tension out of the air. “No,” he grinned back, “You still drink yours too strong!” There was a pause as she eyed him over the rim, “I’ve missed you,” she whispered intently. He looked at her, the sadness clouding the blue of her eyes, “You could have called,” his voice was heavy with emotion. “Would you have answered?” her eyes probed his. He sighed, “I was angry”. “Too angry to ask how I felt about a divorce?” she countered. Chakotay’s fingers ran through his hair, “I thought it was for the best,” he admitted. “And now? What happens now Chakotay?” her voice was quavering, the hold on the coffee unsteady. He stared at her, tears pricking the back of his eyes, “And now, I don’t want to let you go,” he croaked. Kathryn leaned forward, and covered his hand with hers, squeezing it tightly, “Don’t,” she whispered. He looked down at their joined hands, and then returned her gaze, “What happened to us Kathryn?” his voice was rough. She shook her head sadly, “I don’t know Chakotay,” she answered truthfully. “Spirits, what a mess,” he breathed. “Please …” her hand squeezed his tighter, needing the contact. “Oh Gods Kathryn, maybe last night was a mistake, maybe we should just …” “No! You can’t mean that!” her fingers jolted away from his and her breathing was ragged. “It didn’t feel like a mistake to me,” angry tears welled in her eyes. “Never has been a mistake with you …” Chakotay studied her, his feelings for her over-whelming him, constricting his breathing. “Last night wasn’t just sex Chakotay …” she continued, “… it was about us, about how we feel for each other …” she paused, her voice choking, “… at least, how I feel about you. My feelings for you have never changed …” her eyes were blurring with the unshed tears. “And you think mine have?” he challenged, “You think I could just forget how much I love you? How much I’ve always loved you? Damn it Kathryn, I’ve loved you for so long, I don’t know how not to,” his voice trembled. Silent rivers ran over Kathryn’s cheeks and she wiped at them. “You were crying in your sleep, last night,” he said gently. A feeling of nausea swamped Kathryn as she remembered the horrific images from her nightmare, “I … I …” she looked down, breaking eye contact. “It was …” a sob escaped her and she covered her face with a shaking hand, “Oh Gods,” she wept. Chakotay moved swiftly, dropping to his knees by her chair and wrapping his arms around her, “Kathryn, darling, please, tell me …” he implored. Pulling away slightly she met his concerned gaze, “I dreamt that you came to ask me about a divorce …” she swallowed hard, “… and I told you I didn’t want one, that I still loved you, and you laughed, telling me that it was … over, that you didn’t want me, that you had …” another sob heaved in her chest, “… that you were in love with someone else … And I begged you not to go …” tears flew freely down her cheeks, masking her view of Chakotay’s shocked face. “And then you laughed at me … and I was begging and pleading with you … I even got on my knees, grovelled at your feet … but you just laughed … Then, suddenly a young slim blonde woman was standing next to you … and she was laughing too …” she swallowed again, her mouth dry, “ … and then you kissed her … in front of me, and all I could do was cry,” she finished, sniffing. Chakotay was speechless, sickness gnawing at his stomach. He pulled her to him, almost forcibly. When he spoke his voice was rough, “Kathryn, you know that would never happen … I could never love anyone like I love you … Never,” he vowed, “There will never be anyone but you for me,” he watched her carefully registering his words, “I love you,” he whispered, kissing her hair. Kathryn’s voice was husky from her crying and muffled by his shirt, “Then why did you leave?” The honesty of the question tore at him and he fell quiet, letting her wriggle from his tight embrace. He sat back on his heels, while she watched, waiting for an answer. “After all this time, you’d think I’d have an immediate reply to that, wouldn’t you?” he said wryly, “Truth is … I don’t even know any more”. He returned to his chair and sipped at the coffee, which was now luke warm. “I suppose, those last few months together were so hectic, you were busy, here at home, on Voyager, at headquarters … I felt as though I was a burden, that the time I demanded from you just added to your load,” he began, “I wasn’t even sure that you loved me anymore …” Kathryn gasped, “Surely you …” “I remember the nights when I would lie in our bed, waiting for you to come to me, waiting for you to stop trying to find a solution to every problem in the Quadrant … I got lonely, I felt like I was married to Starfleet themselves, to Captain Janeway, instead of Kathryn …” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I tried, the evenings when I would cook you dinner, run you a bath; the evenings I longed to hold you, make-love to you, needed you to be mine, exclusively … but you’d just say something about having to finish reading some report or another …” his manner was resigned. “We kept arguing over the smallest of things, both here and on the ship. It got to the point where I even avoided going into your Ready Room, because I knew it would end in another row. And at the bottom of it, it felt like you continued to put the ship and crew before us … And I just wanted a wife who would love me and put us first once in a while,” it was almost a plea, and it broke Kathryn’s heart. “You really think I didn’t love you?” she choked. “Sometimes it was difficult to tell. Those Parameters you once defined kept slipping back into place,” he sighed, “I honestly thought that you didn’t need me, not as your First Officer, you’ve always ignored my input when it didn’t agree with yours, and certainly not as a husband …” he laughed bitterly, “and never, towards the end, as a lover”. “Oh Chakotay, you’ve got it so wrong,” she sobbed, kneeling at the base of his chair, mimicking the position he had adopted earlier, her hands reaching for his. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, but I’ve always loved you, ever since the first time we met, when I stood up to you on the bridge. You, the Maquis rebel, me the crisp Captain. Do you realise how much I fought to hide it? How close I came on several occasions to throwing caution to the wind, and dragging you into my bed? Didn’t you realise how badly I’d always wanted you that first night in my quarters? Hell, I couldn’t have pushed you away if the safety of the crew depended on it!” a little anger had crept into her voice. Chakotay watched her, feeling her small hands gripping his. “Do you really believe that night would have happened, or that I would have married you, if I didn’t love you more than anything?” she whispered. Chakotay shook his head, “No … but you hid your feelings too well, for too many years Kathryn,” he told her. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she replied. A silence fell on them. The only noise was the chirping of the birds. Chakotay looked around the garden again, “I see the roses continue to bloom,” he managed. Kathryn’s gaze followed his as she stood, “Yes,” she smile a wry lop-sided smile, “at least I haven’t succeeded in destroying them too,” her expression was sad and Chakotay knew she was talking about more than the roses. “Kathryn,” he reached for her hand, but she drew it away and turned to the table. “I’ll get us some more coffee, this has gone cold,” she informed him, clearing away the cups and tray and moving inside the house. Chakotay sat forward and rubbed his face with both palms, blowing out a deep breath. The sun was getting warmer, too warm. The heat wave had lasted four weeks, with no sign of rain. He pulled the shirt away from his sticky chest, ‘Its hotter than a Vulcan desert’ he thought, feeling rivers of sweat trickle down his shoulder blades. Kathryn returned and poured them both fresh coffees. Chakotay’s eyes dropped to the neckline of her gown, drinking in the sight of her bare flesh, knowing she was wearing nothing underneath it. He groaned, making Kathryn look up. She blushed, knowing full well, it wasn’t the roses he had been admiring and self-consciously pulled the edges together. He apologised softly, saddened that she felt the need to hide herself from him. Kathryn resumed her position on the chair, this time her feet were firmly on the floor, knees tense and pressed together, as she crouched forward, a fresh mug of coffee in her hands. Chakotay waited. “Did you really feel that you were living with Captain Janeway?” she asked, her voice low. “Yes, at times,” he replied. Kathryn took a deep breath and looked at him, “I thought you realised, Chakotay, that without you there wouldn’t be a Captain Janeway, much less a Kathryn,” she paused before continuing, “You’re my husband, my best friend, my strength … I’ve been slowly falling apart these last few months … I can’t eat, can’t sleep, I certainly can’t Captain a Starship …” her voice caught. “Last night was the first night since you left that I’ve slept in our bed,” she told him. “What? Where have you been sleeping?” he asked incredulously. “On the couch,” she admitted. “Why?” “Because I couldn’t bare to sleep in it without you,” she confessed, “I need you, on every level, physically, emotionally, spiritually, you’re my life Chakotay, without you, I’m nothing,” tearful blue eyes met his dark, watery ones. “You’ve never said that before,” he said. “I know, and if you give us another chance, I promise, whatever it takes, I’ll put us first,” she pledged. Kathryn watched him, earnestly waiting for his reaction. Chakotay stood up, crossing over to where she sat and gently raised her to her feet, his arms wrapping around her tightly, his tears falling onto her red hair, shining brightly in the sunlight. “We both made mistakes Kathryn,” he whispered, “Mine was letting you go … and that’s one mistake I won’t repeat”. “Don’t, I couldn’t survive it a second time,” she husked, relishing in the feel of his chest against her cheek. “Nor could I,” he reassured her, holder her tighter to him. They stood that way for a while, slowly rocking in each other’s arms, pressed together. Neither noticed the storm clouds blowing over, or the first few heavy drops of rain. It was the thunder they heard, loud and violent, which accompanied the downpour, dissolving the relentless heat wave San Francisco had recently endured. Chakotay raised Kathryn’s chin to look into her eyes. Her hair was wet and matted, the rain running over her face, the gown wet and slicked to her, “I love you Kathryn,” he yelled over the thunder. “What? I can’t hear you?” she shouted back, accidentally gulping mouthfuls of the rain and coughing. “I said I love you!” he tried again. This time she just made out the words, reading them from his lips, rather than hearing them, “I love you too!” she yelled back. With his hands either side of Kathryn’s face, Chakotay pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her with all the passion and tension he’d held in all morning. Kathryn yielded to his crushing mouth, needing to feel him, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, oblivious to the fact that they were both getting drenched to the skin. With a whoop of surprise from Kathryn, Chakotay swept her off her feet, and carried her inside, depositing her on the edge of the large ornate dining table. They continued kissing, his tongue sweeping around her mouth, tasting both her hot sweetness and the bitterness of the coffee. His body pushed between her open legs, his hands roaming over her rear, kneading gently before moving up her back, cupping her nape, his fingers entwining in the wet strands of hair. Kathryn’s arms curled around Chakotay’s neck, squeezing herself to him, their tongues becoming more passionate and demanding. Kathryn gave a groan as Chakotay blazed a trail of feather-light kisses along her chin, down to her neck, his hands holding her shoulders, his arms threaded through hers, brushing against her breasts. “Oh Kathryn … Kathryn …” he rasped, “Spirits I’ve missed you”. “Oh Gods!” she heaved, clutching him to her. Chakotay’s lips continued to work their magic over her exposed skin and she could feel his own excitement pulsing against her thigh. Slowly she began to rub him, moving her leg up and down, feeling him harden further as he pushed against her. “Gods Kathryn!” he growled, panting heavily, “I want you … I want you …” he repeated, nipping at the spot under her ear, making her writhe under him in agonistic pleasure. “Yes!” she squeaked, her voice betraying the level of arousal surging through her. Slowly Chakotay lowered her, until her upper body was laid flat on the table. His fingers prised hers from his neck, and during another demanding and probing kiss, he lifted her arms higher, over her head, exerting light pressure, silently telling her that’s where he wanted them to remain. Then his soft hands languorously travelled along her bare arms, his touch light and teasing, roaming over her shoulders and resting just above her breasts. Kathryn could feel the heat from the contact burning through her skin, making her shiver with desire. Chakotay’s eyes feasted on her, the gloriously transparent robe had parted, showing the slightly freckled valley between her breasts. The wet sheer fabric continued to cling stubbornly to her perfect mounds, the nipples darkened and taut, clearly visible to his hungry gaze. And calling to his watering mouth. Kathryn gasped and trembled as Chakotay slid the gown from her, dragging the material over her ripened buds, watching eagerly as they puckered even more. The teasing continued as he swept over her tummy, his strokes causing her muscles to twitch. “You’re beautiful … so beautiful,” he moaned, sucking and nipping at her skin, edging closer her chest. “Chakotay,” she croaked, “Please … Oh … don’t stop …” the rest was lost in an incoherent mumble as hands cupped her breasts. Panting and breathless, Chakotay licked and suckled his way nearer to the dark rosy peaks that were enticing him, making Kathryn groan. His erection continued to strain within the confines of his pants, pulsing and twitching against Kathryn’s rocking white firm thigh. Above her head, Kathryn’s, nails were digging into the table’s surface and her back arched off the table as Chakotay’s hot warm mouth captured her left nipple. Ripples of pleasure swam through her as he tongued it, swirling around the hard tip, while his fingers brushed over the right one. Eagerly Chakotay suckled like a newborn infant, drawing her nipple into a stiff apex. Satisfied with his ministrations he switched to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention. “Am I hurting you?” he groaned, his mouth full with her soft mound, the vibrations of his deep voice increasing her arousal. “No … Gods no!” she grunted, squirming in ecstasy under him, observing him through eyelids heavy with lustful desire. Chakotay’s attention wavered between both of her smooth, round breasts, trying to taste as much of her delicious softness as possible. A pool of moisture trickled from Kathryn’s aching loins and her gasps grew louder. With teeth, lips and hands, Chakotay covered every millimetre of Kathryn’s body, moving slowly downwards, over her tense, taut belly; dipping his tongue into her navel. For his spiritual soul it was like a pilgrimage and he worshipped her body, driving her crazy with lustful desire, until she bucked underneath him, “Please, I need you … now Chakotay … I want you inside me,” she pleaded. “Not yet …” he groaned, his steady movements tantalising and tortuous. Dark tanned hands contrasted against her milky skin as they glided and smoothed over her nakedness, mapping and memorising her every contour. His morning stubble lightly scratched her stomach, and his lips brushed nearer to the core of her heated frustration. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Do you forgive me? … Do you?” his mouth trembled next to her parted thighs, “Do you?” he growled, his nose nuzzling her slick curls. “I do! … Oh Gods I do!” she yelped as his tongue twirled along her glistening folds. Enthusiastic slurping noises filled the quiet room as Chakotay circled and lapped at his wife’s core, the scent of her arousal filling his senses, making his stiff member throb painfully. He knew she would attempt to close her legs, unable to prevent herself as she neared climax, so with gentle pressure he opened her wider to his onslaught. Resting an arm on top of a shuddering thigh, he reached up and resumed stroking her still-erect nipples, briskly roaming from one to another, teasing and tweaking them. Kathryn felt her climax building and her body began convulsing with its intensity. Rising from the pit of her stomach, the searing heat flooded every part of her, as Chakotay sucked relentlessly on her engorged clit. “Oh Chakotay! Oh! Yes … Gods …” she screamed out, lurching off the table, her face contorted with the brutality of her release. A warm gush of fluid ran out onto Chakotay’s fingers as he slid two inside her, feeling her clench around them. “Come on baby … I want you to come again …” he urged in a breathless voice, before continuing in his fervent attack. Once more he drove her on, his tongue lapping and probing, his lips sucking and kissing, his teeth nipping and grazing, while his fingers thrusted in and out, slick from her juices. “No … I can’t … No …” she protested. “Oh Kathryn …” he mumbled, the vibrations sending her over the edge, spiralling into that void where time doesn’t exist and the only perceptions are the hazy stars flashing behind closed lids. While Kathryn gasped for breath, Chakotay quickly divested his body of clothes, his rock solid penis was straining forward, anxious to be sheathed in Kathryn’s heat. “I want you …” he groaned, leaning over and kissing her. Kathryn felt his desire nudging her, filling her again with need. Pushing her tongue into Chakotay’s mouth, she coiled with his, scraping it with her teeth, eliciting a deep guttural sigh from him; while slim fingers worked their way determinedly between their two bodies. Palming his hard shaft, she stroked him, pumping him, until Chakotay moaned in protest. “Kathryn, I can’t last …” he gulped, “I want you …” “Take me …” she breathed, her voice husky, “…hard”. With one swift stroke Chakotay entered her, moaning in pleasurable agony as her inner walls tightened around him. Using his hands on her hips as leverage, he plunged deeper and deeper into her, feeling her ankles locking around his rear, urging him to take her fully. Faster and faster his hips rocked against hers, his face twisted with concentration, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Kathryn clung to his arms, her body easing backwards and forwards on the polished surface, a perfect counterpoint to his every thrust. “Oh Gods …”, she croaked. The burning friction from their joined bodies, enflamed Kathryn’s still swollen clit, shooting the sensations throughout her lower body, making each nerve ending tingle and throb. Chakotay’s rhythm rose to fever pitch, “I’m … oh … Kathryn,” he cried, his erection swelling inside her, his sacs tightening, preparing for release. Needing to take her with him, he stroked at her with his fingers, just above their joining. It was enough to send her catapulting over the edge, her inner spasms carrying him into his own sweet climax. “Kathryn,” he gasped, as his hot seed shot deep within her. Spent and exhausted, Chakotay leant into her embrace, his legs weakened from the exertion. He was panting heavily against Kathryn’s damp, flushed skin, feeling her arms and legs clinging to him, holding him to her. Kathryn murmured sleepily into his ear and reluctantly Chakotay tore himself away from her. Standing, he viewed her body once more, her breasts reddened from his ministrations, and he guiltily wondered whether he had hurt her again. As if reading his mind, Kathryn spoke, “No, you didn’t make me sore,” she grinned, letting him help her to her feet. “Gods, my legs feel weak,” she giggled. “How about a couple of hours sleep?” he suggested, leading the way into the bedroom, their bedroom. “Sounds good to me,” she answered, admiring his golden, well-toned buttocks as he walked in front of her. “And then, after wards …” “More Kathryn? I’m not sure I can keep up with your demands!” he teased, interrupting her and turning to flash her his full dimpled smile. Kathryn playfully swatted his rear as he pulled back the cotton sheet on the bed, “I’ll get the Doctor to prescribe a course of vitamins, in case you need a … ‘lift’ Chakotay,” she purred, raising an eyebrow and climbing in beside him. “Mmm,” he answered, curling her into his arms. “I was going to suggest, that maybe later, we could go to your apartment and pack up your belongings … bring them here … if you want to …” her voice was questioning. “Of course I want to … more that anything,” he whispered, kissing her softly, “But … one problem”. “What?” “I won’t have to pack … I never got around to un-packing. I think I kept hoping that you would want me back,” he explained. “I want you Chakotay, forever,” she vowed. “Marry me”. She laughed, “We are married”. “So, I want to marry you again … I want everyone to know that you belong to me,” his hold on her tightened, his voice serious. “Always, Chakotay … You’ve got me for always,” she murmured. The End! |
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