Disclaimer: I am borrowing from Paramount their crew and characters to make this tale. This story is inspired by my Mother's eggnog on Christmas. Comments and feedback are welcome. *hiccup*

Rating: PG - some mild nudity involved.

The New Year party was in full swing before anyone noticed that several crew members were drinking up a storm and acting quite relaxed or odd. Of course, no one had dared tell the fact that real liquor had mysteriously found its way into the eggnog. The culprit had been none other than Paris when he had "helped" Neelix in making the sweet drink.

Its first victim had been poor Harry Kim how had never been good at holding down his drinks. A few minutes after first sipping it down he had needed to sit because he couldn't feel his knees anymore.

Within seconds of putting his behind in the closest chair he confessed that he could not feel his ass as well.

Then it was Seven who had been seen by a few chatting up a storm with the wall. After a few long moments of having that one sided talk she spotted Ensign Kim and sashayed over to him.

"Kim," she smiled down at him in a seductive manner.

Harry looked up to see his Borg goddess eyeing him as a kitten does a bowl of milk and instantly he was happy to be sitting. "S-Seven? What can I do for you?" the words stuttered out from his lips.

"Do for me?" she repeated and burrowed her brow while the question skipped like a stone inside her mind.

Seven lifted a shoulder in a very delicate manner and gave him another small feminine smile. Without so much as another word she turned slightly and began to lower her rear to his lap. Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw the curvy behind about to make contact with his body. When she was but merely centimeters from touching down, his hands rushed out and turned her just a tiny bit to the left so she would not sit directly upon his now very erect groin.

From across the room the Captain watched this scene while everything tilted ever slowly inside her brain. She knew she was close to being as drunk as she'd ever been but it had affected her so quickly that she couldn't have done anything about it.

The room swayed ever slightly as she walked over to where the bar was. *Darn Neelix for making this eggnog* she thought just as she dipped in the ladle for another drink.

The cups were small but each had been filled to the brim by this too powerful drink. Kathryn downed the beverage with three long gulps and hiccuped loudly, much to her embarrassment.

Laughter roared all across the room as everyone was being affected, except for one Commander Chakotay, who had not sipped on the drink because his stomach hurt a bit today and he'd taken some medication that the Doctor had given him. He looked all around the room and rolled his eyes.

Wondered for a minute if he should call security to help everyone present to his and her quarters. Nearly everyone had paired up with someone else and too many of the crew were either tangled kissing their pair or busy hugging and being hugged in return.

His gaze settled on the lone figure in the room. Her red hair was being twisted between her fingers as she looked at him with could only be described as a hungry look. Then her left eye closed into a sexy wink that had the Commander wishing they were all alone.

His face broke out in a blush and that was all the invitation this Captain needed. She walked with one hand still fooling around with her lock of hair. When she stopped not more than two inches from his body her eyes looked into his and silently invited him to come closer.

*Oh Kathryn. If I didn't think you'd hate me tomorrow, this invitation would be so easy to accept.*

"Captain," he said a bit hoarsely.

"No."

"No what?"

"Tonight," she hiccuped once and laughed before continuing, "I'm Kaa -- Kaf--Kath -- tonight I'm yours," and processed to give him another seductively drunken wink.

Chakotay could feel the excitement growing inside him. *Mine? Oh, how I wish, my Captain!*

"Kathryn, you don't know what you're saying. It's just the liquor." He jumped suddenly when her hands came around his waist and she pressed herself onto him.

*Heaven help me.* he groaned aloud as her scent made its way to him.

"No. You and I can't do this while you're drunk," he insisted while trying to unravel her arms from his body. Her grip tightened around him and he gave up. "Come on, I'll take you to your quarters."

Against his uniform he could hear her make small catlike sounds. *She's purring? * His gaze lifted and he searched the entire room.

With his Captain latched around him like a human boa constrictor, Chakotay left the now over romanced room and began to make his way to the turbolift. In the hallway he walked by none other than Tom Paris and B'Elanna as they were lip locked and leaning up against the wall. They were oblivious to the world as each tasted from the others lips.

Shaking his head he continued on his way and called Tuvok to have security clean up this alcohol induced mess. Heaven only knew what everyone would think tomorrow.

Walking was made very hard when one of Kathryn's hands grabbed the curve of each shoulder and held on there, her breasts fitted against his chest. She was cooing deep in her throat as her fingers gripped his flesh through the uniform again and again. They came to a stop before the turbolift and he gave continuous prayers for self control until the doors came to open before them and he stepped them into the lift.

If Chakotay hadn't been so embarrassed by the amount of arousal he felt at that moment, there would be hell to pay once he had her all alone and in her bedroom. But he tightened his jaw until his teeth hurt and with almost subhuman strength finally broke their body contact. "Sorry Kathryn," he said as he bent slightly and proceeded to physically lift his lady into what was once known as a fireman's walk.

Had he thought carefully he'd had know what position this gave her he would've seen this error, but Chakotay didn't consider it until he heard her frantic giggles and felt both her hands curve over each firm buttock. His eyes rolled heavenwards and gave a wicked smile while waiting for the turbolift to stop moving.

Once they reached the level they required, he walked as quickly to her quarters before any sober crew members could spot them. Giving a sigh of relief he gave the authorization and entered her room. In an instant he took in the sight before him: atop her couch was a peach colored silk camisole which tempted the man even though the owner was laying over his shoulder.

"Put me down Chak," her words were no less slurred but she was now massaging his ass with her fingers and palms. With infinite care he moved her off his shoulder and was in the process of letting her feet touch the floor when Kathryn grabbed the back of his head and tugged him down to her mouth. No amount of Maquis training could have prepared him for the sexual assault this woman was leaving on his mind as her tongue pressed forth and tasted him over and over.

Angling his head a bit he was able to fully return the kiss and his hands came up to cup her body to his. Her taste was mixed in with the liquor and Chakotay was losing his battle with his incitement with each flick of her tongue. She pulled back enough to look him in the eyes and smile with all the innocence of a child. In that instant Chakotay knew he could not let this go anywhere more, not while she was high on the drinks consumed.

"Go to bed, Kathryn." Chakotay said as he moved back two steps.

She pouted and was about to fling herself at him again when her stomach mysteriously came to life and the bit of food she had within... suddenly wanted out.

One of her hands came to cover her mouth while the other gripped her tummy. A mad dash to her bathroom was made just in time to throw up everything into her toilet.

Chakotay knew what had happened and listened to her puking her insides into the ivory god. He walked cautiously to where the sounds of her were ending with small coughs, he thought twice and went to get her a glass of water.

When he reached her she looked like a small boneless doll with both her hands turned white from the grip they had on the toilet.

Chakotay got down on both his knees, gently lifted her face, picked up a small towel and wiped her brow before bringing the glass to her mouth so she could wipe out whatever was in her mouth. He then left the glass on the floor and helped her sit on the edge of the bathtub before beginning to remove her uniform.

Kathryn didn't so much as offer an argument while he undressed her completely. Once she was totally bare he helped her step into the sonic shower and proceeded to help clean her off.

During this whole time not a single word was spoken, while his hands soaped up and traveled down her wet flesh, lifting her arms and cleaning her off as best he could. Kathryn could feel the way his hands would touch her in an almost medical way, not meant to arouse, merely to do their job of washing her.

A small sigh escaped her as he gathered up some more soap and wiped it over her breasts and collarbone in a quick motion.

All the while Chakotay tried to forget the way his palm fit so perfectly over every inch of her, how the curves and valleys of her skin made his mouth long to carry the same path someday. *She is not feeling well.* became a mantra to him and he tried to quench the pulsating stimulation that was working it's way through this veins.

When Chakotay was convinced that there wasn't any spot missed on her his arms helped Kathryn dry off and then tucked the towel around her. Traveling to the basin, he aided her in rinsing out her mouth before they walked to her bed and he left her for a mere second while pulling the sheets back. Kathryn slipped between the covers, naked and looking small.

A small sigh escaped her and her hand reached up and grabbed hold of his. "Tell me a bed time story. Please?"

Knowing there was no way he could refuse he, Chakotay sat down close to her hip and began, "My people have this legend ... "

Kathryn giggled softly but did not disturb his recital. The story and his voice soothed her and before long Kathryn was sleeping peacefully.

The Commander continued to look upon her as long moments disappeared into the night and finally his need for sleep took over and he stumbled back to his own quarters.

The next day everyone who had savored in the drinking had a bit of a hangover but no one had suffered quite as badly as their Captain. Security had broken up the romantic mess easily, even Paris was sitting at the helm with a grin from cheek to cheek that not even the strongest Vulcan glare could remove.

When the new shift was beginning no one was too surprised to see the Commander sitting at his post, while the Captain was a bit late in coming to the Bridge.

When they heard the turbolift doors open and out came a very cheery Captain, only then did their jaws drop slightly. She had a spring to her walk and eyes blazing mischievously.

"Good morning." She walked over to her ready room and walked in without much ado.

Fifteen minutes later the door chimed and in walked the Commander with a handful of padds.

"Good morning, Captain."

She waved him into a seat and looked him over. He had a bit of a tired look around his mouth but his eyes betrayed the hunger held in check since the night before.

"Hello Chakotay. I do wish to thank you. For everything. For last night."

"No need for thanks. You are the only person I would have done all of that for."

She blushed slightly. Her dreams had been filled of wondrous hands caressing her and then of a salamander safely tucked into the nape of a running wolf as it raced across hills and valleys. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what her mind had been telling her.

"The only thing I must say that I regret is that I can't remember the taste of your kisses."

Chakotay's eyes widened at her words. In a smooth motion he walked over to her side of the desk, "Perhaps a bit of a refresher in that will help."

Both moved towards the other until dry lips met and slowly deepened into a silken motion of two mouths hungry for the other. His tongue dipped into inside and he groaned with the happiness of knowing that this time she was in complete control of her actions.

When Chakotay was sure he would not be able to hold back another second he withdrew, making her cry out a bit when the delicious flavor of him was gone.

"As much as I would love to continue necking with you here," her rich laughter made his dimples show, "I can think of two wonderful quarters where we can continue this later on."

"Agreed."

They left her ready room with their arms linked, much to the glee of the entire Bridge crew.

The end.