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When Kathryn wakes up the next morning, her console is beeping. She gets up and looks at the messages there. There is only one new message: Program Chakotay zero four four was activated at 0220. 0220? I woke up around then. He must have gone down right away. The realization makes her limbs tingle. She wonders how he'll be today. She doesn't think he'll mention the surprise she left him, but then again, she still hasn't figured him out.
Chakotay is warmer to her during their day shift. He touches her more than usual and that's odd for him because normally she's the touchy-feely type. Tom notices and makes a comment.
"Now, children, keep your hands to yourself." She glares at the back of his head since he said that when he walked in for his duty shift five minutes late.
"I hope you enjoy degaussing the plasma manifolds, Tom, because you just volunteered."
"Oh I do. B'Elanna thinks it's hot when I get back covered in plasma." She would. Kathryn rolls her eyes. They land on her First Officer. He's looking at her like that. She blushes, thinking back to her night. Somehow, they manage to get through their shift without stripping each other down. She's relieved when she can go back to the safety of her quarters. Like clockwork, he messages her another date request. The yes and no checkboxes are back in their normal places. She wonders if he's setting her up for another mistake. It doesn't matter. She doesn't know why she has been so reluctant to date him. They'll be lucky if they get back to the Alpha Quadrant old and gray at all if her scare on the holodeck is any sign. Starfleet would have to forgive her transgression for their unexpected lifetime journey. Besides, he's not actually Starfleet anymore. At worst, she's fraternizing with the enemy, though she expects the lot of Maquis to be pardoned for exemplary service once they get home. She checks yes. It takes a while for him to respond.
:: This Friday at 1900 hours in my quarters. Bring the wine back with you. :: She can hardly wait.
When Friday rolls around, she finds herself looking through her meager non-uniform clothing. She can't find anything that says date night to her and she doesn't have enough spare rations to make a dress. She debates going to him in her lounging clothes but remembers that he had dressed up before. It stands to reason he'll dress up again. She presses her commbadge.
"Kathryn to B'Elanna."
"B'Elanna here. What's up, Kathryn?" They'd long agreed to use first names when off duty. It made it easier to feel like friends rather than superior and subordinate.
"I need your help. Do you have a cute dress I can borrow?"
"Um sure? What kind of dress do you need?"
"Something that says 'date night'. Got anything like that?" She's sure B'Elanna has plenty of that.
"With Chakotay?"
"What's it matter?"
"He has a type." Of course he does. Now why didn't I ask B'Elanna before? She realizes she hadn't asked her before because she was tricked into her date with Chakotay by B'Elanna's boyfriend. She's still a little mad at him.
"Can I come try it on?" Her quarters are closer to Chakotay's anyway.
"Sure. Come by whenever."
"I'll head over now. He's expecting me soon." She closes the channel, grabs the wine bottle, and walks over to B'Elanna's in a pair of beige flats. She buzzes her door. B'Elanna answers.
"Well that was fast," she teases.
"Just let me in," but Kathryn's smiling. She likes being teased about Chakotay. It makes her feel young and beautiful. It helps that B'Elanna is young and beautiful. Tom slides behind B'Elanna and kisses her neck.
"Who is it, Bee?"
"Use your eyes, Tom. It's the Captain." He looks up at her.
"Oh. Hi, Captain." He sulks as he walks away from them. B'Elanna laughs.
"Don't mind him; he's just in a mood, but he won't," she raises her voice toward Tom, "wash that damn plasma off!" Kathryn laughs.
"But you said you liked it last time!" He laments from another room. B'Elanna shakes her head and lets Kathryn inside.
"Tom, hun, I was coming off my period then. I like everything." As they walk past him toward the closet, Kathryn hears him grumble something like 'cleaned those damn manifolds for nothing'. B'Elanna palms through her clothing, ignoring him. She has a lot of nice dresses. Kathryn picks up the hem of a short red shiny one. It's soft even though it glitters.
"You can't use that one, Captain. It's my favorite. Don't wanna look at B'Elanna in it and be reminded of the Commander and you—" he cuts himself off when B'Elanna shoots him a glare. Kathryn laughs sure that he was about to say something along the lines of 'going at it'. Good thing he stopped. He'd be scrubbing warp nacelles next.
"Here it is." B'Elanna pulls out a long deep green dress with a low v-neck and off-the-shoulder sleeves. There's a long slit along the side and Kathryn laughs again.
"Don't tell me, Chakotay is a leg guy."
"Every guy is a leg guy; they just are an ass man or boob whore along with it," Tom comments as he gets up for the shower.
"Chakotay's also a boob whore," B'Elanna adds. Kathryn takes all this in appreciatively and takes the dress from B'Elanna. Tom steps into the bathroom. "I'll stand guard." B'Elanna moves to stand in front of the bathroom door while Kathryn lays the dress on the bed and begins undressing. She turns around quickly when she hears Tom's voice.
"I forgot my 'jays." B'Elanna shuts the door on him before it opens more than an inch.
"You don't need them." Kathryn returns to undressing while she listens to their exchange.
"Oh, really?"
"Really. Now wash that blasted plasma off."
"Aye, aye, chief." Kathryn hears the sounds of a water shower as she pulls the dress over her head. The fabric is soft against her skin. The material is very thin, so she's glad she can wear her beige bra with it. She turns around once the fabric settles. She juts out the leg near the slit and looks at B'Elanna.
"How do I look?"
"Stunning." She grimaces when her eyes land on her feet. "But you need different shoes. Heels I'm thinking. Chakotay's a tall guy." Kathryn looks down at her beige flats. They don't really match the green. She toes them off and puts them on the bed next to her clothes. She walks to B'Elanna who is digging through her shoe stash at the bottom of her closet. They hear the shower shut off.
"Can I come out yet?"
"Not yet," Kathryn answers. She does not want to see Tom in his birthday suit.
"Alright, holler when I can come out, B'Elanna."
"I will. Found them!" She presents Kathryn with a pair of dainty black shoes with a three inch heel.
"You wear these?" She asks incredulously.
"I do when we play games." She blushes. "Tom likes my feet." B'Elanna has a far off look and Kathryn wonders what sort of games they play with these. "They're his favorite, but I won't tell him you used them."
"Alright, let me try them on." She slips her feet into the dainty shoes and buckles the clasp in the back. It fits her well. She puts on the other shoe and does a little spin. She sees Tom in a towel just outside the bathroom.
"Wow, Captain, you look hot." B'Elanna glares at him. "I mean—"
"It's alright, Tom. I like the compliment. Though I hope you haven't ruined your chances." She gathers her clothing, shoes, and wine. Then she walks out of the room, careful to keep the long hem of her dress covering the recognizable parts of her shoes.
"So did I blow it?"
"No, but you should wait until the Captain leaves before you take your damned towel off." She chuckles to herself and steps out into the corridor. Kathryn buzzes Chakotay's door nervously. She's a little early, but it doesn't matter. He looks ready for her in a crisp white shirt and black trousers. She blushes, thinking back to her dream and that shirt. As far as she's concerned, this is the sexiest outfit she's ever laid eyes on.
"Hi Kathryn." He dips to kiss her quickly and then lets her inside. He takes the bundle of things from her and looks questioningly at the clothes and shoes. "Hoping to spend the night?"
"No, I just had to borrow this outfit from B'Elanna." She poses like she had for B'Elanna, bending her knee slightly since the heel forces her to on the leg sticking out. "Like it?"
"I thought I recognized that dress. Love it." She puts herself together blushing. She's looking around for dinner but just sees two glasses on the coffee table. She sits down and waits for Chakotay to join her. He has only the wine in hand and starts pouring their glasses. "I thought we could play a game instead of eat."
"A game?" She asks hesitantly. She worries he wants to play something bordering sex. He pulls out a pair of headbands with screens in the center.
"It's called headbands. Each person wears one of these," he puts one around her head so that the screen is over her forehead, "and the other person has to act out what is on their screen for a set time without saying the word." He puts his own on.
"Okaaay." She admits it's an odd date night game, but she'll play along, assuming the words aren't too sexual.
"You go first." He leans forward and presses a button on the side. She holds her breath. He's so very close. She can see the dark stubble on his chin and smell his cologne: woodchips. He leans back and she focuses on him. "Oh, that's easy." He turns to his side and holds his hands up like claws in front of his chest. He howls dramatically.
"Wolf." She thinks back to his tattoo.
"Yup." He starts miming another animal by puckering his lips and placing his hands on his cheeks to flap them.
"Fish." She smiles. This is pretty fun. He nods and starts the next word. He holds an arm to his nose and lifts his head and curves his arm in a fluid wave-like motion. "Elephant."
"Got it." She shifts in her seat to be more comfortable. He gets up from the couch to crawl around the coffee table to her lap. He 'jumps up' to place his paws on her exposed thigh, panting and looking expectantly up at her. His backside wags. She laughs.
"Dog."
"Alright, this next one is harder." He stays on all fours and crawls to the side of the coffee table. He plops to his side and licks his hand.
"Cat?" He shakes his head. He yawns and works his jaw. Then he roars. "Lion."
"Correct." He frowns. "Time's up."
"Your turn then." He goes back to the couch across from her and feels around for the button he needs. When he presses it, his screen lights up with white lettering and a blue background. The word is cat. She can't very well crawl in her dress so she licks her hand.
"Cat." She nods and looks at the next prompt. The headband seems able to recognize their voices. The word is giraffe. She lifts her hand over her head and holds it to her ear. She points to it with her other hand. Her pointer and pinkie finger point straight up like ears and she makes like she's pulling leaves off a tree. "Giraffe?" She nods.
"Yeah." The next word is monkey. She laughs. Then she screeches like the monkey on New Earth had. Chakotay laughs too.
"Monkey." The screen doesn't change.
"Say it again, I don't think it picked that up."
"Monkey." The screen changes. It says lover. Damn it, he tricked me again. She stares at him blankly. "Um, corpse?" She leans forward and kisses him gently, quickly. "Kisser?" Her hand slides down his chest. He's gotta know this one. Maybe he has a couple of these thrown in.
"Close, very close." Her hand is on his hip now. She leans forward and kisses him slower.
"Lover." She nods. He pulls her to him and kisses her again. "I'd love for you to be my lover, Kathryn," he says when he breaks away. His hand is on her shoulder, burning a hole to her soul there while his eyes go through hers. She doesn't know what to do. She thinks back to why she checked yes in the first place. Starfleet will forgive them. They'll understand why. She leans forward and kisses him.
"I think I might too." He kisses her again, deeply. She reaches up to pull off the headbands, first from her own head and then from his. He stands up and kisses her again. She wishes he'd pin her to something; her legs are shaking. His fingers pull the fabric into his hands at her trim waist slowly. Eventually, he has all of the cloth and breaks away from her to pull it over her head. He drops it on the couch and he slides his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. She sighs when her breasts are free. The bra meets the same fate as her dress. He tips his head to her breasts and kisses between them while pressing her boobs together to his cheeks. She resists the urge to laugh as she sees the evidence of Chakotay, the boob whore before her. He kisses the top of each breast and returns to her lips. Her fingers find their way to the front of his trousers. She grazes his erection and moans involuntarily at his girth. Her fingers fumble to release him. When his trousers are undone, she slides his trousers and boxers off his body. He steps out of them, his cock bounces enticingly in front of her. She kisses the tip and hears his delicious groan. She pulls him into her mouth with her hands on his hips. He thrusts into her mouth softly, pushing himself all the way into her. She allows it and runs her tongue along the bottom, and then around the tip when he pulls himself back. She releases him then, not wanting him to come in her mouth but in her vagina. She stands to kiss him. He pulls them to his bed. Her stomach flutters when he pushes her down to it. It's like my dream. Her knees are at the end of the bed and he's standing over her in his crisp white shirt. He starts to unbutton it.
"No, keep it on." He leaves the second button latched and pulls her down to him. She squeals with delight. He rubs the head of his burgeoning cock against her wet folds, then he slips inside. She gasps. "OH. You feel so good." He dips to nip her neck.
"Now where have I heard that one before?" She pants as he thrusts into her roughly. She cries out when he hits her cervix forcefully. A cocktail of pain and pleasure washes over her skin.
"Where?" He kisses her.
"A little holographic birdy told me." Realization dawns on her.
"You didn't."
"I did," he growls into her ear. She should be angry. She should be furious for him invading her privacy like that. She should be embarrassed. She couldn't bring herself to be any of that. He pulls away from her head.
"You need to delete it."
"I will." He thrusts into her with a grunt. She shrieks. "After I have something to replace it, here." He taps his head. They don't bother talking any more. Both know they have more important things to do with their mouths. He presses her limits by moving faster. He's bigger than she remembers and it doesn't take long for her to scream and arch her back. Her climax doesn't slow him down. If anything, it makes him more focused on his own pleasure as he watches her writhe beneath him. He leans forward to feel her body better. Her clitoris rubs against him and she tumbles over the edge again. Kathryn whimpers when Chakotay thrusts into her oversensitive body and sends aftershocks through her as he comes himself with a grunt. His body goes stiff against hers and they stay that while they catch their breath together. His body bent over hers and hers arched to meet his. When he's finished, she lets her body fall to the bed with a thump. The motion pulls him out of her. He crawls onto the bed next to her and gathers her into his arms. Chakotay's nose is in her hair. He hums softly.
"You smell sweet, Kathryn."
"You smell good too."
Kathryn wakes up early. It takes her a moment to remember why she is naked and lying in bed sideways. She feels Chakotay's arm tighten protectively around her. She nuzzles against him and enjoys his scent and company for a few minutes. She gingerly picks up his arm and places it around a pillow instead when she slips out from under him. He pulls the pillow to himself. She smiles at the tender sight. She will need to go to her quarters quickly if she wants to show up in uniform and on time. She quietly gets dressed and slips into her flats once she finds her clothing. She picks up the dress and sandals. She can return them on her way back. She leaves Chakotay's room and places the dress and sandals on the ground outside B'Elanna's quarters in a folded parcel with the shoes wrapped inside. She goes to her quarters after and dresses with lightning speed. She can't wait to see Chakotay again today. She brushes her hair and puts it up in a bun, takes it down, and then simply clasps it at the back of her skull. Satisfied, she heads for the bridge.
Chakotay isn't in his chair yet. She sits down and waits. When he arrives, she smiles at him and he smiles back. She begins to worry when he isn't as touchy as yesterday. He doesn't join her for lunch because he has crew evaluations to complete. He doesn't walk with her back to her quarters either. She's feeling downright sorry for herself when she doesn't even get a message from him. Am I just another lay? Chakotay doesn't strike her as that sort of man. He's as loyal as a bloodhound. She slips into her robe and goes to her door so that she can chew him out in his quarters. When she opens the door, he's standing there. Not only is he standing there, he's holding a bouquet of orange and yellow tulips. She looks down at them, wondering what prompted him to replicate them. A dream she'd forgotten comes to mind and she looks up at his smiling face. She pulls him into her quarters. This is what I'll tell our children when they asked why we are married.