Chocolat
By Coral

Disclaimer: Trek Is Paramount's, Chocolate Is The Ambrosia Of The Gods.
Dedication: To chocolate everywhere, especially Galaxy Liaison, which I have never tried, but which inspired this. Ta also to #JetCJr. Sorry 'bout the broken diets, girls, but you don't need to!
Note: Just some silliness. Spot as many chocolates as you can...
Rating: PG-13, maybe R...

The night's revels had not got off to a good start - Kathryn and Chakotay had already been here for an hour and all anyone was doing was sitting around talking, and consuming copious amounts of something definitely alcoholic, with the dubious name of "Turkish Delight". It reminded Chakotay of the stuff served in backwater club bars. Captain Janeway, bedecked in a lovely caramel and gold bar striped gown that completely didn't suit her, was conversing with the pompously titled Galaxy Liaison - and he certainly fitted the title well. Chakotay stood a little behind her, dressed in a bizarre penguin suit like the old fashioned waiters on earth still wore, wondering how he could get her away from the oddly-named Twix for some time out... maybe a picnic from the buffet on the double decker balcony.

"Yes, this Mars of yours sounds like a lovely planet," the Liaison, "Though I doubt your Utopia Planetia could compare to our Valrhona Noir des Isles - that's our main city. On a clear night, you can see your - did you say you called it - Milky Way? The nightlife there is astounding - so much to see and do, you'd love it - I just know you're a party animal, aren't you! I bet your half of the Galaxy rocks!"

Kathryn nodded tiredly, and Chakotay felt a boost of sympathy. It was clear to him that the guy was coming onto Kathryn, but she was at the end of her fuse, and simply couldn't handle it. He was up to him to stop being a flake and step in and save her.

"Hey, Kit-Kat," he said, smiling seductively, "Why don't we take a twirl on the dance floor?"

Thanks mainly to the large amount of Turkish Delight she had had - and probably a sense of relief at being rescued from the 'wild life liaison' - she agreed, slipping into his arms as if she belonged there. He relaxed as he held her in his close, loose embrace, swaying gently to the music of the Bournville Band.

"You're a poppet, you know that?" she murmured, turning her dazzling smile to him. Her cheeks were flushed like delicate pink roses, and her skin reminded him of fresh dairy milk. Just looking at her and feeling her nearly made him pop his buttons in excitement.

"It's nothing, Kathryn," he said in a wispa.

"Don't be such a dime bar, Chakotay... we both know how we feel..." His eyes widened as he felt her hand squeezing his nuts... she had a whole nut in one hand and was twisting playfully, carefully shielding what she was doing from the rest of the room.

Chakotay was seeing stars... magic stars... magic Kathryn stars... he wanted nothing more than to kiss her back hotly, accepting this lovely bounty. He was sweating as if he'd run a marathon, just trying to keep acting normally.

"Maybe we should take this back to Voyager?" he suggested nervously as she started running a hand along ol' Freddo.

"Okay," she said absently, thinking how much like a pussycat Chakotay was acting... and wondering if he'd turn into a lion once they got somewhere more private. "We'll play more there, right, Maverick?"

Nearly passing out as visions of walnut whip danced in his head, he called for beam out.

He realised as he materialised that he'd forgotten to disentangle Kathryn from his smarties - and, of course, Paris *would* be watching...

And trying to hide his snickers.