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"The time is 0600 hours. The time is..."

Just as I reached out my arm to slap that damned combadge, the
computer stopped.

I lifted my head. "Huh?"

"Sshh." A soft hand gently pushed me back down on the mattress. "You
can sleep in; it's your day off."

My sleep-fogged brain barely registered the words. I pried one eye
open to see Kathryn tuck her shirt in her uniform pants. Was this a
dream or not?

She put on her jacket and ducked to kiss my temple. "Just sleep
dear. I'll see you after my duty shift."

I mumbled something unintelligibly and drifted back into
unconsciousness.



Some time later, I awoke with a jolt.

Vague remnants of a dream swirled through my mind. Something about
gray-haired versions of Kathryn Janeway sending me to my room
without dessert.

I shook my head to get rid of the cobwebs.

It took me a moment to realize that I was not in my own bed. Looking
down, I found that I had slept in my clothes. Great.

Suddenly memories of the previous evening washed over me. My face
split into a wide grin and I let myself fall back on the mattress,
enjoying the feeling of being in Kathryn Janeway's bed.



I got up and headed for her bathroom to freshen up. My reflection
grinned back at me when I looked in the mirror.

I noticed that my clothes were rumpled from sleep. I couldn't walk
through the corridors looking like that. Deciding to take a sonic
shower, I stepped out of my pants and panties, lifted my tunic over
my head and removed my bra.

My heart beat a little faster at the thought that I was now standing
naked in Kathryn Janeway's bathroom.

I stepped in the cubicle and let the sonic pulses gently massage my
body.



After the shower, I picked up my clothes and padded naked to the
replicator to recycle them and order a fresh uniform.

I put on the underwear, the pants and the gray top and slung the
vest over a chair.

The dishes were still on the table and I recycled them too, as well
as the coffee cups and the whisky glasses.

I looked at the now empty table for a minute and then turned back to
the replicator.

"Computer: one single red rose."

It materialized and I gently placed it on the table. I knew it was a
cliché a mile wide, but I couldn't care less.

Smiling broadly, I picked up my vest and left her quarters.



~



Her duty shift had ended half an hour ago. And I was starting to
wonder why I hadn't heard from her. `Maybe she's chickening out...'
a little voice in my head whispered. `Oh shut up.' I snapped back at
it and read the same page of my Klingon romance novel for the fourth
time without actually knowing what it said. Maybe she _had_ changed
her mind...

The door chime interrupted that train of thought and I jumped up
enthusiastically. "Come in!" I grinned widely as the door opened.

"Wow, someone seems happy to see me!"

Tom Paris. It was _Tom Paris_. If there was one person I _didn't_
want to see right now, it was _Tom Paris_.



I groaned. "What do you want Tom?"

Not noticing the annoyed look on my face, or pretending not to
notice, which was far more likely, he entered my quarters and turned
to me, casually leaning against a bulkhead. "I came to ask you out
tonight."

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again: I'm not interested."
I stated exasperated.

He pulled me in his arms. "I love it when you play hard to get."

I shoved my knee in his groin hard enough to cause some serious
hurt. "Try that again, and you won't live to tell it." I spat. "Now
get out!"



With difficulty, he headed for the door. As it opened, he nearly
bumped into no one other than Kathryn Janeway. She eyed him
quizzically as he stumbled towards the turbolift and then
questioningly looked at me.

"You don't want to know..." I said, almost feeling guilty for what
I'd done to him. Almost.

I motioned for her to come in, already forgetting about Tom Paris.

She hesitantly took a few steps into the room. "If this is a bad
time..."

"No, it isn't. In fact, I was waiting for you." I smiled.

"I stopped by my quarters on the way." She stated. That explained
why she was a little late. "Thank you for the rose..." She added,
smiling shyly.

I grinned. "You're welcome."



She still stood at the door and looked uncertain what to do next. I
imagined that if she had less self control, she would be fidgeting
furiously.

Taking the initiative, I took a step closer so that we stood toe to
toe and studied her face. "Hi." I breathed.

"Hi." She replied with a nervous smile and cast her eyes down.

Putting my finger under her chin, I tilted her head and delicately
kissed her lips. "Hi..." I repeated.

She closed her eyes and smiled, then mimicked the gesture. "Hi."

Simultaneously, we closed the distance and kissed each other
properly this time; her tongue caressing mine two or three times
before we broke apart.

"Hi." We said in unison and grinned.



I took her hands in mine and guided her to the couch. "How was your
day?"

"Boring." She sighed.

"Nothing interesting happened?" I asked.

She flashed me a teasing smile. "Well you weren't there, so no."

"And there I thought I was corny..." I responded, but I beamed
nonetheless.

As we sat down, she pulled my PADD from under her and glanced at it.

"'Women Warriors at the River of Blood'?" She inquired with a raised
eyebrow.

I grinned sheepishly. "Klingon romance novel."

"Ah." She stated and cocked her head pensively. "Perhaps I should
read it... It might provide me with some... useful... insights."



"Maybe..." I countered. "It's a good book, but some of the scenes
are a little too violent for my tastes. I don't exactly see the
thrill in breaking each other's bones or using daggers to draw
blood."

She let out a little sigh of relief. "Well that's good to know..."

I leaned in to kiss her neck. "Of course that doesn't mean that I
won't bite you occasionally." I purred as I gently nipped her
earlobe.

She hissed in surprise and let out a little moan. "I don't mind the
occasional bite." She nuzzled my neck. "As long as the marks are not
visible when I'm wearing my uniform."



I leaned back and cast her a sly grin. "Then maybe you should get
out of that uniform..."

She blinked a few times; obviously she hadn't seen that one coming.

I gently kissed the tip of her nose, meaning to apologize for being
a little too pushy, but to my surprise she guided my hand to the
zipper of her vest and made me tug it down.

The halves parted and she shrugged the material off her shoulders.
The movement caused her breasts to strain against the gray
turtleneck shirt.



On its own volition, my hand moved towards her and delicately cupped
one breast. She instinctively pressed forward and tipped her head
back, exposing her throat.

I trailed a path with my tongue from the edge of her turtleneck to
the point of her chin.

She moaned, pushed me back against the couch, moved to straddle my
thighs and kissed me forcibly. I responded with equal ardor,
tangling one hand in her hair and pulling her body closer to me with
the other.

Our tongues danced together as we hungrily devoured each other. Her
mouth hot on mine, her breathing labored, her breasts pressed
against me.



"Chakotay to Janeway."

Now there was a mood killer...

She jumped off me faster than light; her eyes wide open in alarm.

Then, after a blink, grabbed her vest and pressed her combadge,
quickly clearing her throat. "Yes Commander?"

"I was wondering if you were free for dinner tonight. I'm cooking."

"That's very kind of you, but..." She looked at me intently. "I
already have other plans..."

"Oh..." He sounded disappointed. "Perhaps another time?"

"That would be nice." She replied politely. "Thank you."

"Well that's settled then. Enjoy your evening."

She pursed her lips. "Oh I will..."



"So what exactly are your plans for tonight?" I inquired with an
amused _expression, getting up to stand in front of her. 

She raised both eyebrows and cocked her head a little. "I was hoping
that... maybe you and I could... continue to explore... this?" She
asked almost shyly.

"This?" I prompted.

"Mmm." She murmured and closed the distance to place a chaste kiss
on my lips. "This..." Then her hand was tentatively placed on my
breast. "And this..."

I whimpered softly at the touch. "That can be arranged." I breathed.

"Good..." She replied in a husky tone.



Her hands moved to my waist to untuck my shirt and I inhaled sharply
as they made contact with the bare flesh of my abdomen.
Tantalizingly slow, her hands traveled upwards until they reached my
bra.

I let out a shuddering breath when exploring fingers trailed the
edge of the piece of clothing that was in their way.

Swaying a little on my feet, I murmured. "I don't think I can keep
standing up..."

"Then perhaps we should go lay down..." She replied softly and
nodded in the direction of the bedroom.



I gazed intently into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes..." She whispered. "I want to be with you, B'Elanna. I _need_
to be with you."

"I want you too." I breathed. "You have no idea how much..."
Hungrily, I kissed her again. It seemed that I could never get
enough of those elegant, velvety lips or that pert little tongue.

Her hands resumed their exploration and my knees started to buckle.
I moaned and put my arms around her shoulders for support.

We broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Bedroom. Now." She groaned. Part 5