One Night Stand
By Ammo
August 1999
This story
is dedicated to my own friends, 'Kathryn and Chakotay', with whom I made the
mistake of going to a party with, a party where they were the only people I
knew. Hint to anyone who knows them,
never, ever, be on your own with just those two, but most of you know that
already. I actually thought of this
story while watching them at the party after 'Kathryn' had had a little too
much to drink.
Disclaimer:
Paramount is god, there is no doubt about it.
They own Voyager and all the Star Trek universe. I just borrow some of the characters for a
short while but I promise to return them in one piece.
Rating:
PG/13
Time scale:
Oh I don't know! Urm... does it really
matter? Some time in the future, a
future that will never happen.
Enjoy!
*-*-*
Kathryn
found herself giggling as she took another sip of her drink. Off duty, most of the crew were in the
Messhall enjoying another of Neelix's parties.
Everyone appeared to be having fun if the sound of laughter and talking
was anything to go by.
Stood at one
end of the Messhall she smiled to see Chakotay approaching as she listened to
another of Tom's stories. The whole
senior staff were here, or should have been... She frowned noticing that the
Doctor was not around and nor was Seven.
Then she smiled remembering that he had probably taken her to sickbay,
again. She was the only person they
knew who could get drunk on synthehol.
"Having
fun?"
She turned
hearing the deep husky voice of her first officer suddenly tickling by her
ear. It sent shivers wildly running through
her body as rampant thoughts crossed through her mind. Quickly she pushed them away.
"Yeap,"
she replied suddenly realising that she had finished her drink.
"Here,"
with a quick smile he handed her another glass of the pink sweet punch. What ever was in it was delicious.
"Thanks."
*-*-*
A while
later.
Tom looked
up as he heard laughter coming loudly from the other side of the room. The Captain and Commander were still
talking, although he wondered if that was all.
"What
did you put in that drink?"
He flushed
quickly as B'Elanna came up beside him but luckily her eyes were fixed on the
commanding officers and did not notice.
"What
makes you think that I..."
"I know
you Tom," she interrupted.
"Anyway, I haven't seen the Captain act even half as bad as she is
now, even at the Prixin celebration two years ago when Neelix brewed his fruit
compo too much."
"What's
she doing?"
A funny look
crossed B'Elanna's face. "It's not
what she's doing, it's more like what she's not doing."
"How do
you mean?"
"When
was the last time you heard her laugh so much, or touch Chakotay so much. She never this open in front of the
crew."
They both
watched as Janeway once again playfully hit Chakotay, a big grin on her face,
half a glass of the punch in her hand.
"See."
*-*-*
Kathryn was
feeling... I fact she did not know nor did she care what she was feeling. She was happy. There was this strange sense of joy that had settled on her in
the last couple of hours. She had a
strange sensation of feeling light headed, but she did not even give a damn
why. It just felt too good.
Stumbling
slightly as she suddenly felt dizzy, she gripped onto Chakotay's sleeve
steading herself.
"Are
you okay Kathryn?"
His hand had
covered hers and he was holding her up.
Looking up, she found herself staring into his dark eyes. Those dark, beautiful, mysterious, exquisite
set of eyes.
Giggling,
she staggered again.
"I'mmmm
fine," she gasped between fits of laughter. Hearing the music she turned still gripping onto him. "Do yoouu want to dance," and
before he could answer she had dragged him onto the dance floor.
Slinging her
arms around his neck, they swayed, unsteadily to the music, unaware of the
looks they were being given by the rest of the crew. Both were enjoying themselves far too much to care about any
thing else except each other.
"I
neveerr kneeew you weerre such a gooddd dancceerr Commandeerr," she burped
smiling up at him.
"I've
beeen acquesceed of tryingg Captain."
Stumbling,
she suddenly found herself sitting on the floor, her laughter close to
hysteria. Everyone was watching now,
including a certain chief of security that quickly homed in on their position.
"Captain,
I believe you are intoxicated."
She looked
up at him as Chakotay, attempted, for a second time after the first had failed
miserably, to pull her to her feet. Her
eyes were swimming as she attempted to focus them on him.
"I
aaassurre yoouu Tuvook, I'm fine."
"I'm
over here Captain."
This was
worse then it looked. Was that
possible?
"Captain,
I would suggest that you retire back to your quarters until you feel
better."
She look at
him as if he had suddenly discovered a sense of humour. "I feeel fine Tuvok. Reeaally I do and I'm not going to gooo back
to my quarters. I've haaving tooo much
fun. Isn't that right
Coommmaander?"
Chakotay
could only nod. The rest of his energy
was taken up on supporting the Captain.
She looked radiant to his eyes.
Beautiful, especially that smile.
"Then I
would suggest that you sit down Captain, the Commander as well."
Janeway
rolled her eyes as she slowly found her footing, aware of how Chakotay's arm
felt around her, all wrapped up against her.
Opening her mouth she went to protest, then noticed the way that they
were the centre of attention.
Everything else in the room had come to a complete stand still. They were all watching her.
"Okay,
but ooonly if yoou leave us alooone," she agreed.
Tuvok almost
looked relieved as Chakotay lead her to the side and a seat, but frowned as she
proceeded to sit, or collapse, onto her XO's lap. Her arm was still around his neck as they unsteadily talked about
something, laughing all the time.
"Have I
eeveerr told yoouu how much I love your dimmmpples?" she giggles matter of
factly, her hand reaching up to trace over his face. "I dooo," she insisted. "Always have. And
your eyyees. I lourve your eyes. And your smile."
Her fingers
travelled lightly across his lips, thoughts he believed to have buried a long
time before suddenly springing back to mind.
In a bold move he opened his lips slightly, running his tongue
enticingly against the tip of her index finger.
She shivered
slightly at the touch, but didn't move away wondering what would happen
next. He didn't disappoint.
Opening his
lips wider, her drew the finger into his mouth, all the while meeting her
gaze. He suckled it gently daring her
to move it away. She didn't. He continued, first one finger then the
next.
She closed
her eyes allowing the sensations to wash over her, while blocking out
everything else around her. All she
cared about were the sensations he was flooding through her body. After a few seconds, she became dissatisfied
with that feel, suddenly desperate to feel his mouth on hers.
Leaning
down, she gently touch her lips to his.
Softly at first, tentative. Then
the dam broke and they couldn't stop.
His lips opened under hers and she felt herself falling and she didn't
know why. Feelings that she had kept hidden
for such a long time flooded to the surface.
Things she had hidden from him.
Somethings she had even hidden from herself. They all came now. The
frantic desperate need for him.
She broke
their contact just long enough to gasp for the air they had not realised they
even needed and pressed her lips to his neck, suckling on the soft skin found
there.
Chakotay
held her close, but was becoming aware of not only where they were and who they
were, but also who were watching them.
Or more likely, who wasn't watching them.
Quickly, he
pulled away from her, forcing her to her feet.
A look of stunned shock crossed her face and he motioned quickly around
wanting her to understand. She did,
with a faint but unmistakable blush.
Her arm
still around him, she reached up and whispered something in his ear to which he
could only grin.
Quickly,
they tried to make their way as inconspicuously to the door as they could. They didn't quite make it.
Tuvok
reached it before them, blocking their way.
"May I
inquire just where you are going Captain?"
She smiled
standing up straighter in her 'I am the Captain and no one mess with me,'
stance.
"To our
quarters, just as you suggested Tuvok.
So if you excuse us," and they clumsily made their way past, an
unmistakable twinkle in the Commander's eyes.
*-*-*
Next
morning.
Kathryn
sighed slowly opening her eyes.
Blinking they slowly became accustomed to the unfamiliar surroundings
and she sat up with a start. A hand
flew to her head as the throbbing began again, visions of the night before
rushing back with a vengeance. Moaning
she collapsed back down.
Okay, she
was in Chakotay's quarters, in his bed in fact, so where was he? Glancing around, her eyes rested on a bath
robe lying on the foot of the bed, a hypospray with it. A detox.
Slowly she
climbed out of bed, wrapping the robe around her bare body. Injecting herself she felt the sharp
throbbing of her headache begin to subside, but the memories, although hazy,
were still fresh in her mind.
Taking a
deep breath, she stepped into the main room.
Chakotay was
there, sitting on his sofa, gazing out of the window this far away look in his
eyes. He was dressed, a loose cream
shirt thrown over dark brown pants that complimented his copper skin tone. In his hand he clasped a mug of what looked
like coffee.
"Been
up long?"
He glanced
across at her, catching his breath seeing the beautiful silhouette she formed
in the doorway. Her hair was fuzzed,
her look natural, just the way he had always imagined she would look early in
the morning.
Slowly he
rose to his feet.
"Coffee?"
"Please."
Moving to
where he had been, she sat down watching as he moved around the room. A panther.
He moved like a large cat, smooth, elegant. Quickly she shook her head trying to dislodge thoughts like that.
"Here."
His hands
brushed over hers as he handed her the mug.
Memories of how his hands had felt on other parts of her body sprung
straight to mind, bringing a slight smile to her lips.
"Did
you sleep well?"
She nodded. "Best I've done in days."
He did not
reply.
"Kathryn..."
"Chakotay..."
"...we
need to talk."
A smile
spread to each of their faces at their sudden harmony.
"You
first," she offered.
Sighing he
put down his cup and turned to face her.
"Kathryn, I'm sorry about what happened last night. It should never have done and I swear to you
it will never happen again, but it did happen and that's all it can be, one
night. One unforgettable, wonderful but
unique night."
"A one
night stand?"
He nodded
his head dropping so he didn't have to see her expression.
"Okay..."
she breathed slowly, "but I know that's not what you want."
His tattoo
crinkled slightly as he frowned.
"Pardon?"
Putting down
her cup, she shrivelled in her seat to face him. Gently she picked up one of his hands, marvelling at the size of
it and at how soft and gentle it could be as well.
"Tell
me what you want Chakotay. You don't
strike me as a man who goes in for one night stands."
He studied
her expression closely, she seemed sincere enough, her face open.
"Honestly?"
"Always."
He took a
deep breath his eyes dropping to where she was still stroking his hand, gently
running the tips of her fingers across it.
"What
do you want Chakotay?"
Glancing up,
he took the gamble. "You," he
said simple.
She did not
react, just continued with her stroking forcing him to jump in at the deep
end. It was now or never.
"I...
I... When I saw you standing there...
in the doorway... urm... I was reminded of one of my dreams. That's what I want, more then anything. I want to be able to love you Kathryn, I
want to be able to love you in ways that I have only dreamed of. To be able to fall asleep each night knowing
that you are there. To be able to wake
up in the morning where the first thing I see is you. I want to be able to share my life with you, hold you when you're
frightened, comfort you when you're sad, laugh with you when you're happy. Do all those things..."
He turned
away returning to gazing out of the window, trying to protect the layer of
water that was beginning to build up in his eyes.
"Oh
Chakotay..." Sighing she ran a
hand down his face in a gentle caress, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You know, I don't go in for one night
stands either. Never have. It's all or nothing for me."
They were
silent for a few moments, each staring out of the window.
"So
what do you think Chakotay?.."
He turned to
face her.
"Do you
think we can build a relationship on Voyager?"
He blinked
not sure if he had heard her correctly.
"Did
you say 'relationship'?"
She nodded
grasping his hand tighter.
"Neither of us wants a one night stand," she pointed out,
"and I know that you are still in love with me, that's obvious. But what probably isn't obvious is that fact
that..."
She stopped,
laughing slightly.
"What
is it Kathryn?"
Glancing up,
a blush formed behind her ears, gradually travelling down across her face.
"I'm in
love with you too Chakotay."
His mouth
practically dropped at the words.
"Are...
are you sure?"
"I'm
sure. After last night, it's probably
the only thing I am sure about, except that you're one hell of a lover."
A blush
formed over his face.
"My
head's telling me that I should walk away from all this, that all it was was a
one night stand where we both drunk a bit too much and went a bit over the
top."
Her smile
was almost a grimace as she dared to remember events from the night before.
"But my
heart's telling me other wise. I know
that walking away from you now may be the biggest mistake of my life and what
ever happens our relationship will have changed because of last night, I just
want it too change for the better."
"So
you're not about to shout at me about irresponsible behaviour and the fact that
we went completely out of control and that the entire crew now know that you
wear red panties."
She paled at
the words.
"They
do?"
He grinned
"I'm only joking about the panties thing."
Groaning she
grabbed a pillow and started to thump him.
Within seconds she found the pillow had been stolen from her grasp and
that she was lying back on the couch staring up at her first officer looming
above her.
Their eyes
met and for a second his dropped to her lips.
"Can I
kiss you?" he whispered huskily.
"No,"
she replied, "but I'll kiss you."
Grabbing his
neck, she pulled his head down, their lips tightly locked together. For a few seconds they were frozen, then he
was ravaging at her mouth, keeping her pressed tightly to the couch.
Her hands
felt cool against his warm body as her fingers slipped under his top easing it
off his shoulders.
Suddenly he
pulled away, studying her face.
"On the
couch Captain?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.
"Well,
Commander, I recall doing it everywhere else in this room last night, including
the coffee table."
"We
didn't," he groaned.
She just
laughed and pulled his head back down to hers.
*-*-*
Tom tried to
keep his head down on the Bridge, wandering how he could explain this one. Grins kept threatening to explode onto his
face as he recalled how the Captain and Commander had been behaving last
night. Even so, he could not resist
turning round when he heard the doors to the Bridge open.
"Report."
The Captain
looked a little stiff as she walked onto the Bridge, a mug of coffee already in
her hand. This did not look good. Commander Chakotay was not with her but he
did not need to have asked the computer where each of them had spent the
night.
"All
systems are working at optimum capacity Captain."
She nodded
heading straight to my ready room.
"Mr
Paris in my ready room *now*."
Oh **** he
was in for it now. Quietly he rose to
his feet, following after her.
She was
already sat at her desk, leaning back, mug in hand her steel blue eyes resting
on him. She didn't say a thing.
He waited
beginning to get a little uncomfortable in her gaze. He absently began shifting from one foot to another.
She still
remained silent, only taking a sip of her drink every so often.
Finally she
spoke.
"Just
what did you spike the drink with Ensign?"
He rubbed
behind his ear. He was done for now.
He didn't
reply.
"Did
you know it is a very serious offence to intoxicate your senior
officers?"`
No kidding.
"Well,
I'm waiting."
"I... urm...
it's... urm... a... urm... a herbal... urm... sort of remedy that I... urm...
got the recipe for... urm. I didn't
know that it would... urm... have that... urm... sort of affect... urm... on
the people... urm... if they had... urm too much... urm... of it. It's supposed to be a relaxer... urm... not
an intoxicant. I'm sorry."
He hung his
head as he finish waiting for his punishment to be handed out. Here it would came. Most likely to be more time in the
brig. Who knows, if she was too angry she
may even demote him... again. Crewman
Paris. Had a good ring to it don't you
think?
Janeway
smiled at his reaction, sipping at her drink.
Suddenly the chime to her door rang.
"Come
in."
Chakotay
strode, or tried to stride into the ready room handing her a PADD, nodding
briefly at Tom.
"The
results and evaluation you requested Captain."
She nodded
taking them from him. She watched as he
turned to leave then called out stopping him before the door opened.
"Still
on for tonight Commander?"
A grin
slowly lit up his face and he nodded.
"Always
Captain."
Then he
left.
Tom stared
after him, his mind trying not to think of all the possibilities that that
sentence may imply.
"Tom."
He turned
back to her ready to face any punishment that he was going to face.
"You
can go now," she said lightly.
"But if I ever find out that you've done something like this again,
you will be in serious, serious trouble.
Do I make myself clear Ensign?"
He nodded,
stunned.
"Okay
then, dismissed."
Still in a
daze, he walked slowly from the room, turning briefly just before the door
shut, to see the Captain drop her head and rub the back of her neck in a
desperate soothing motion.
I wonder, he
thought glancing at the Commander as he took his seat, but then shook his head,
dismissing it faster from his mind then you could say 'warp ten'.
*-*-*
