Kathryn Janeway was sitting in her ready room, thinking. She thought about what was going to take place tonight with her and Chakotay. Earlier this morning he had asked her to dinner in his quarters, and then, dessert. Without realizing what she was getting herself into, she had agreed. So now she had about three hours to kill until she started to get ready. Visiting the holodeck was nice, but not now. She enjoyed reading, but she wasn’t in the mood. She wasn’t even in the mood for a bath, or-
The sound of a transporter interrupted her train of thought. Kathryn looked up to see Chakotay appear with a box. Trying to keep her face neutral even though she thought she would burst out laughing at his innocent face, she smiled politely at him. "You know, you can always knock," she commented dryly.
"I know, I thought this would be more exciting," he responded, grinning at her wickedly. Noticing she was looking at the box in his hands, he handed it to her. "Here, try something other than coffee."
"No fair! I didn’t have one cup today! I don’t know what it is, I feel absolutely great, like I’m floating on air or something," Kathryn replied, ripping open the package.
"You sound just like the opposite of B’Elanna," Chakotay commented. "Whew! She is in a bad mood today, grumpy, loud, angry at God knows what, rude, and just now, bitchy." "Tell Tom to keep to himself until further warning and don’t go visiting her!" Kathryn suggested, laughing. Her eyes opened wide at the gift- a box of gourmet chocolates. "Chakotay! This must’ve....you must’ve had to eat Neelix’s food for a month! This is so sweet, thank you! Here, have one," she offered.
He politely refused, but then finally consented, picking a dark chocolate piece and then popping it into his mouth, watching her reaction as he chewed slowly. He took a few steps around to the back of her desk and selected a chocolate from the box for her, a lighter taste. Nudging her lips open with it, he waited until she had finished it before moving in and brushing her lips with his. She opened her mouth wider so he could taste the kind of chocolate she had ate. Their mouths pressed together, he felt her tongue at last take the hint and move with his, swirling around together, tasting each other along with the chocolate. Kathryn suggestively ran her hands down and up his back as one of his hands tangled in her hair and the other one reached down to cup her bottom. Gently, he squeezed it to test her reaction. She squealed a bit, giggling like a schoolgirl, and biting his lip a bit in doing so. Just as his hand was reaching for her the collar of her uniform jacket s! he pulled away and looked around the room wildly.
"What?!" he asked, panicking. She still clung to him tightly.
"I just had the feeling that we were being watched!"
"What, by Tuvok? I made sure he couldn’t detect the transporter beam from his station. I doubt he’s watching us," Chakotay explained. "I doubt he has us on one of his nosy monitors either. That sounds like something Tom would do, not Tuvok."
"Why do you always suspect Tuvok? Computer, is anyone watching us?"
"Please restate question."
"I mean, is there anyone in this room but Chakotay and I?"
"Negative."
"Were Chakotay and I just on a monitor?" Kathryn asked.
"Negative."
"Kathryn, you’re just nervous about where our relationship is heading. Relax, I mean, you’re the captain. You crew can’t exactly put you in the Brig for kissing on duty," Chakotay reasoned.
"No, but the captain can certainly put you in the Brig. Oh well, maybe it is just my imagination going crazy or something," Kathryn laughed.

Later that day she and Chakotay were leaving the Bridge at the same time. Chakotay was walking in front of her and the smell of his cologne was driving Kathryn insane with excitement. The second the lift’s doors closed, simultaneously, they both turned and fiercely grabbed the other, kissing furiously with so much passion that Kathryn felt she would explode. In between kisses, Chakotay managed to tell the computer what deck to go to. His hands were on her back, running up and down and pressing her to him. Kathryn wove a hand through his hair, tangling it and reached down with the other one, into his arousal.
Suddenly, both their commbadges chirped with static. "Captain!" Tom Paris called out hesitantly. "Captain, Commander, there’s been a problem with that lift all day." No response.
"I think B’Elanna’s getting ready to shut it down to work on it, I don’t know, she won’t talk to me," Paris continued. "I’ll have Harry beam you out before she does. Paris out."
Before Kathryn could separate herself from Chakotay, they were being transported. Oh no, Kathryn was thinking, her heart pounding. No, no...
They materialized back on the Bridge, lips still locked, hands tangled in hair, uniforms crumpled, eyes still closed, hips locked together, their arms around each other...and her hand on his arousal in broad daylight, (or ceiling light.)
Panicking, they pushed apart quickly with a loud smacking sound and looked around to see their crew absolutely shocked and enormously embarrassed. Kathryn was beyond humiliated, as was Chakotay. Her face turned beet red and for the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to say.
"Oops," Paris said, cringing. He turned back to his station.
Kathryn forced herself to breath a few calm breaths, trying to un-flush her face. "As you were," she called out nervously to the Bridge crew still gaping. "It’s okay, Tom. I know you didn’t mean it. In the mean time..." Kathryn glanced at Chakotay, jerking her head in the direction of her Ready Room. "I’ll be in here."
"Oh, God, Chakotay, look what happened!" Kathryn exclaimed once they had reached the privacy of her Ready Room. "I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life. My heart is still pounding so loud, I can hear it now!!"
He sat down on the couch, burying his head in his hands. "God, I feel like an idiot. What a display of affection-"
"Chakotay! They caught my hand down there on you!" Kathryn moaned. Chakotay buried his face in his hands. "I feel so out of control with you," he explained, "what is this? Should we go to Sickbay or something?"
Kathryn’s comm badge beeped.
"Captain?" asked Seven.
"What is it, Seven?"
"Captain, I think you should come to Engineering. There’s something you should see."
"On...my way, Seven. Great, another matter to deal with now!"

Janeway and Chakotay both arrived in Engineering a few minutes later, both still furiously blushing over their bout on the Bridge. The doors opened to reveal Tuvok and Seven of Nine standing with their phasers drawn. An alien was standing beside them. When she saw Janeway and Chakotay, her shoulder’s sagged a bit more.
"Seven?" Janeway asked.
"I believe this is the explanation for the crew’s strange behavior these past few days. It appears this woman along with her colleagues was running...‘tests’ on the crew, putting them subject to rigorously unhealthy lifestyles, activating hormones-"
"I’ll say," Chakotay interrupted. "I have hormones I didn’t know were there."
"You!"
Everyone turned to see B’Elanna Torres gain enough composure to shout at the alien. "No wonder I’ve been such a grump! Look what you did to me! Tom and I almost broke up because of you!" she lunged forward.
Chakotay lunged forward at the same time and grabbed her. "B’Elanna, stop it!"
Janeway walked forward, her eyes mere slits and anger boiling up inside of her.
"My team was running harmless experiments-" the alien tried to explain.
"Team? Harmless? What the hell do you think you were doing to my crew? Where’s your team?"
"Captain," Seven said. "You can’t see them, but I can. The Doctor adjusted my optical implant. They appear to have some kind of ‘cloaking’ device. There are four in Engineering, currently, watching us," she explained.
Turning back to this alien scientist, Janeway clenched her fists. "I want you OFF my ship, NOW!"
Somewhat taken back by Janeway’s anger, the woman took a few steps back. B’Elanna glared at the woman. So did Chakotay and Janeway. The woman glanced back and shook her head, apparently at her remaining team.
"If you’ll excuse me. These experiments were for the benefit of my people. what I accomplished here, it will save many lives in the future-"
"The hell it will! I want all your results! You’re not getting away with this kind of information. You’ll find some other guinea pigs, not my crew!" Janeway snapped.
"Or?" the woman said coolly.
"Are you sure you want to know?" Chakotay challenged. He flashed an evil smile towards the woman.
She took a few steps backward and touched a device resting on her arm. She vanished.
"The other four aliens in Engineering are gone as well, Captain," Seven said. "It’s likely that the others on other decks are gone as well."
Janeway took a step back, feeling extremely violated. To hell with the aliens. Look what it had done with her relationship with Chaktoay. She took another step back and quickly hurried out of Engineering.
"Kathryn!" Chakotay called after her once they were in the corridor. "Kathryn, stop!" He raced up to catch her arm, slightly jerking her backward.
"I can’t believe this, I thought this was real, that we were becoming something more together. And now I find it’s all fake. We’ve been making fools out of our selves..."
"We didn’t have any control over it, Kathryn. Nobody blames you, or us."
She leaned back against a bulkhead and closed her eyes. He leaned over and put his hand against it.
"Well, it brought up a question that I’ve been asking myself for years and now I have to face it. I knew it was gonna come back to me...." Kathryn whispered.
"And what would that be?" Chakotay prompted, knowingly.
"Do I love you?" Kathryn began. "That’s the question. And-" she said, starting to walk away, "Yes, I do." She turned and fled down the corridor, pausing once more, "Dinner tonight, my quarters, 1900 hours. " Chakotay didn’t follow her, he just turned and pressed his forehead onto the cool bulkhead wall, letting himself return to his normal shade.

Her door chime rang. "Come in!" she called, sauntering into the room, still a bit mad at the events this afternoon. Chakotay stopped in the doorway, gaping at her.
"Is there a problem, Commander?" she asked. She had chosen the perfect outfit that evening, one that would make Chakotay absolutely drool. It was flowing lavender dress, sleeveless, with a corset-like top and it showed some cleavage that was making his pupils dilate. Her hair was down around her face and she had bare feet.
Kathryn examined Chakotay out of the corner of her eye as she bent to retrieve a bottle of champagne from the coffee table. He was wearing a gray silk long-sleeve top and dark trousers and shoes. The top button was unbuttoned, probably for the same reason Kathryn wasn’t wearing shoes.
"Yes?" she asked again. Chakotay shook himself out of his reverie.
Kathryn reached for two glasses of wine from the table and poured two cups, handing one to Chakotay.
They both paused, lost in their thoughts. "To..." Kathryn hesitated. "To us..."
Chakotay let out a silent sigh of relief and clinked glasses with her. Taking a sip, he immediately put his glass down on the table, as well as hers. "Kathryn, will you dance with me?" he took her hands in his two, holding them to his chest.
She nodded, trying not to let tears spill over onto his shirt as she rested her head on his chest, his arms going around her waist, and her hips pressing into his. He dimmed the lights and requested some slow music and they slowly danced the night away, sneaking lingering, soft kisses all night. He nibbled both her ears until she gasped and kissed her cleavage (it was too tempting) and kissed her hair and everything he could get his lips on. Finally when he ran out of music to select he stopped, pulling apart just a bit to see her face. Her eyes were closed. Very slowly, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, very gently laying her down on the bed and unzipping her dress from the back. She moaned softly as he laid her back on the bed, only in her bra and underwear. Chakotay removed the rest of his clothing as well and lay down beside her, giving her one last kiss, totally waking her up, his teeth softly taking in her lips. She tasted of faint, sweet champagne and he closed his eyes, remembering the taste as he pulled her into a spoons position and buried his face in her hair, hoping to wake up perfectly with her beside him.

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