Rated NC 17
 

It was way too long over due but when the day finally arrived, it couldn't have been more perfect.  All systems were functioning at peak efficiency, Voyager glided effortlessly through space and long range sensors indicated they were essentially alone in the universe; an ideal day for a wedding.  Voyager would be virtually flying herself while the entire crew attended the ceremony, after which short rotating shifts would cover vital functions, while the crew celebrated.

 On the holodeck, the beautiful flower garden with its trickling waterfalls and large white gazebo, provided an exquisite setting for the long awaited union of Voyager’s most visible couple.  The bride wore a cream colored bridal gown, fitted to the waist then it flared over her hips and fell in soft folds to the tips of her bare feet.  The gown itself was strapless, but her shoulders were covered with a matching shawl.  Kathryn wore no veil, only one tiny rose bud tucked behind her ear, which matched the large bouquet of peace roses she carried.  B’Elanna serving as best man, tried to calm a very nervous Chakotay as he waited for his bride, who slowly approached on the arm of Tom Paris.  Upon reaching their destination, Kathryn handed her flowers to Sam, her matron of honor, removed the rose from her hair and pinned it to the lapel of the dark tux Chakotay wore.

Captain Janeway and her first officer exchanged rings in a formal Federation ceremony, presided over by Commander Tuvok, Voyager’s acting Captain.  Once the legalities were out of the way, the couple exchanged personally written vows in a more traditional tribal ceremony.  At the end of the ceremony, Chakotay removed his wife’s shawl revealing, for the first time, the small blue marking on her left shoulder that matched perfectly his own tattoo and marked them as partners for eternity.

The holodeck was rocked with the cheers of their crew and the party began.  There was an abundance of food and drink, a traditional wedding cake, tossed garters, thrown bouquets and dancing well into the night.  This was the day they had waited for, a day many had begun to believe would never come.
 

They had a few days off for their honeymoon and scores of donated holodeck rations, however deciding where to spend it proved to be a problem.  Kathryn wanted Europe, preferably in an earlier century.  She was seeking the excitement of a thriving civilization, the romance of Venice and ambiance of Paris.  Chakotay was hoping for something less crowded, with a milder climate and a great deal of privacy, like the secluded chateau he knew of on Plantaris IV.  After much discussion they agreed to spend a day and night at each and their first night as a married couple at home, on Voyager were they belonged.

The main couple stood in the gazebo, catching their breath and watching the festivities.  This was one hell of a celebration and it was far from over.  Even Tuvok had willingly taken an active part, not only in the ceremony but in the party.  He had given a toast in his dry Vulcan manner that was so froth with subtle humor even he almost smiled.  He had retired early however, because he would be running the ship for the next few days while the newlyweds took some long overdue time for themselves

“Enjoying yourself?”  Chakotay wrapped his arms around Kathryn, drawing her back against his chest.

“Humm, wonderful day.  They are certainly enjoying this.”  She turned to face him.  “How about you?”

“Never been happier.”

He leaned down brushing light kisses over her face until she strained up to join her mouth to his.

“You’re married now for god sakes.”  Tom’s voice returned them to the present.  “There will be no more of that!”

“It's only the beginning, Paris.”  Chakotay looked around for B’Elanna.  “Now go find your wife before I tell her what you said.”

“You can do better than that.  Do you really think I’m afraid of my wife?”

Kathryn and Chakotay both nodded and smiled.

“I think you better be.”  B’Elanna growled.  “Has this bad boy been bothering you?”

“Not yet, but you better take him away before he does.”

“Come on Fly Boy.”  B’Elanna winked and dragged Tom back into the crowd.

“What do you say we do a little disappearing ourselves?”  Chakotay whispered.  "Think they'll notice?"

“I’m sure they’ll notice, but I don’t think anyone would mind.”

They exited the gazebo from the back so their leaving would be less noticeable, wandering down through the garden not calling for an exit until the lights of the party were almost out of sight.  In the lift Kathryn leaned against the back wall, her hands tucked behind the full skirt of the gown, her head bent forward; she studied the red polish on her bare toes as they peeked out from bdneath her skirt.  As he watched her, she seemed like a little girl playing dress up and he wanted to pick her up and swing her around.  He chuckled and she looked up at him; deep blue eyes of smoldering passion—this was no child.

“Something wrong?”  She stepped closer at the sound of his gasp.

“Caught me off guard.  I was just thinking you looked like a little girl standing there like that and ..”  He pulled her closer.  “Then you looked at me.  Sprits, am I glad you are all grown up!”

He bent to kiss her as the lift doors opened and for the first time she didn’t move away.  Instead she reached her arms around his neck and softly pressed their lips together.  Her fingers splayed through his hair, her lips moved gently against his, slowly parting, allowing her tongue to explore his; tracing his upper lip before dipping in to taste him, her body pressing tighter to his. His hands roamed her back, her bare shoulders but the rest of her was well hidden beneath the layers of her dress.  She nibbled his lower lip, sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, forcing one small hand between them she traced the outline of the bulge that threatened to break free of his tux.  At his groan she grasped him and he broke the kiss panting into her face.

 “We better go home.”  His mouth found its way to her neck, licking, nipping at the very sensitive spot behind her ear.

“Ahhh, not sure I can make it.”  She melted against him.  “Lift close doors.”

“Kathryn…” He moaned as slim fingers found their way inside his trousers.

“OH sorry!”  The doors opened again without their noticing and a very shocked crewman stood outside.

“Shit.” Chakotay mumbled into Kathryn’s neck sending her into fits of laugher.

“It’s OK.”  She managed to smile past her husband at the astonished crewman.  “We should go home.”  She pushed Chakotay’s shoulders, stepping in front of him so that his gaping trousers were covered by her dress.  “Good night.”  Together they moved pass the crewman.

“Night, Captain, Commander.”  The embarrassed crewman allowed the lift to close.

Kathryn turned and kissed him again between fits of laugher.

“Get in there,”  He moved her toward their door. "before someone else catches us.”

“At least I’m fully dressed.”  She smirked as she keyed in the code.

“Not for long.”  He pushed her inside and whirled her around, pulling her to him with one hand, unfastening her gown with the other.  “I know the secret, remember?”

“This one?”  She smiled and stepped back from him allowing the gown to fall to the floor revealing that she wore nothing beneath it.

”Woman.”  He stepped forward but she backed out of his grasp.  “I have been crazy all day knowing what you had – or better- what you didn’t have on under that dress.”

“Well, If you get out of that monkey suit, maybe we could arrange a little therapy for this craziness of yours.”  She stepped out of the dress pooled around her legs, pushing it aside with her foot and moving in closer to assist him.  “Let me help.”

He dropped his jacket to the floor and kicked off the shoes.  Kathryn deftly unfastened his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders; she was doing a fine job and he was inclined to let her continue.  Kathryn quickly relieved him of his remaining clothing, while his fingers enjoyed dancing across the satin smoothness of her skin.  Standing again, Kathryn's warm hands caressed his smooth almost hairless skin, her palms sliding upward reaching around his neck to bring his lips to hers.   Softly fondling his shoulders, she reached around to his well-muscled back, pressing the full length of their naked bodies together.   She could feel his erection swelling into her belly.  Her lips parted his, exploring him with her tongue, hands roaming his body, igniting the deep passion contained there. He kissed her hard and she returned it, tongues dueling, hips rocking, panting, sucking in each other’s hot breath.

Kathryn's mouth slid down his neck slowly spreading a line of moist open kisses, she caressed him with hungry hands, fondling him with an eager tongue.  His hands brushed the sides of her breasts, one reaching between their bodies to stroke the soft underside, rolling the pebbled nipple between thumb and finger. He felt the warm rush of breath against the hollow of his throat, as she arched, forcing her breast hard against his hand.

Fire ripped through him, as her small hand grasped him, one thumb running over the tip, spreading the escaping moisture.  The hours of anticipation proving too much for him, he lifted her off her feet quickly lowering her down on the pile of discarded clothing.  She allowed him to push her back, spreading her legs wide, welcoming him, as he plunged into her, burying himself with one hard thrust.  He tried, but could not move slowly, then she wrapped her legs around him, fingers grasping his buttocks forcing him deeper.  Suddenly he was thrusting into her, faster, harder, she was gasping as he pounded relentlessly building the pressure.  His tongue pushing into her mouth, his hot breath panting in her face; he swallowed her cries as her hips bucked against him, her slick walls clenched around, and the uncontrollable spasms forcing him over with her.

Chakotay slumped; the full weight of his damp body crushing her to the floor, his face buried in her hair.  She stroked his back as he lay still panting into her ear, their heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Chakotay rolled on his side, holding her close to him.

“It was not supposed to happen like that.”  His warm words caressed her cheek.

“Well, it wasn't so bad for ‘doing it wrong’.  I can hardly wait for ‘doing it right’” She shifted her weight, leaning her head back to look at him.  "However, I have to move now before the fasteners on this dress leave permanent scars."  Kathryn sat up, leaning forward and exposing the angry red marks on her back.

"Ouch."  Chakotay ran a finger along the dark indentations.  "Who knew the dress had concealed weapons."  He raised up lightly kissing each imprint, then running his tongue up her spine.

"Ahhh."  She wiggled out of his hold.  "As nice as that feels, I need a shower."  She stood and offered him a hand.  "The next time we do this, let's see if we can make it all the way to the bedroom."  She laughed as she pulled him to his feet.

"If you insist, but that shower is sounding pretty good to me."

Kathryn rolled her eyes and she headed off to the bathroom.  Chakotay gathered up their scattered clothing, refreshing them and grabbed clean towels before following her.  Steam was already billowing from behind the glass door when he stepped into the room and quickly slipped in behind her.  Kathryn stood under the hot spray, her back to him, head back eyes closed; the hot water flowing over her creamy white skin turning it pink.

“Hand me that.”  Chakotay reached for the shampoo she had just picked up.  “Let me.”

Kathryn passed the bottle with out hesitation, sighing at the feel of the cooler liquid against her warm scalp when he applied it.  Chakotay gently massaged the shampoo into her hair, smiling at her sigh, feeling her relax under his kneading fingers.  She leaned back against him letting the spray rinse out her hair, covering them both in the soapy residue.  Reaching around he cupped her breast, catching with it the bubbles as they cascading down her chest.  Never opening her eyes or moving from her relaxed position against his chest, she reached out blindly, grasping the soap and passing it to him.

“I see.”  Chakotay chuckled, taking the soap and lathering her body with it.  He passed the soap over her smooth wet skin, swirling the thick creamy lather around her breasts forming foamy peaks over the tightening nipples.
 
“Nice.”  His soapy hands spread bubbles across her belly; she pressed back feeling him stir against her bottom.

Kathryn turned toward him running her hands through the frothy bubbles on her own body.  Smiling that crooked smile as she stepped closer, running her soapy hands up his chest than pressing her slick body to his.  Their lips met, His tongue probed her mouth and she countered it with her own, hungrily devouring his kisses.  His soapy hands caressed down her back tracing circles, pulling her even closer as they moved to cup her cheeks.  He broke the kiss leaning away slightly, watching the shower wash away their soapy lubricant, then bent his lips to her breast, capturing one erect nub and drawing it into his mouth.  She dropped her head back and arched toward him as her hands ran across his broad shoulders, up and down his muscular arms, delighting in the feel of his slick, bare flesh beneath her touch.  She forced her hand down between them and closed around him, rock hard and throbbing with desire.  She began to stroke him, slowly at first, running her fingers from the base, and playing them around the sensitive head.

“Kathryn…” His voice was thick and deep, as he moved back out of her grasp.  “the bed remember?”  He smiled at the face she made.  “It was your idea.”

“Since when do you listen to me?”  She spun around under the water rinsing the last of the soap from her body and jumped out of the shower.

“Always.”  He called after her, laughing at her huffing.  “I’m not that fond of the brig.”  He rinsed off and followed her out.

She was wrapped in a towel brushing back her hair, she smiled as he stood dripping on the floor reaching for his towel which she had over her shoulder.  She danced out of his grasp, flinging the brush on the sink as she retreated to the bedroom; he followed.

 Kathryn quickly wiped the water from him and then slowly rubbed his body with the slightly rough surface of  the towel, using it to gently message his whole body.  When she finished, she pulled him close, kissing him,   hands softly caressing his shoulders before reaching around to his well muscled back.  She began slowly working her mouth down his body in a delicious line of moist open kisses, spurned on by his soft moans and the hands caressing her own tender skin.  She wanted all of him, slowly, gently, swift and hard, she needed to experience him in every way, to touch and taste every part of him.  Leisurely she caressed him with her hands, fondled him with her tongue, exploring every part of him.  She sucked and teased his nipples, nipping each one before searing his flesh as she licked her way across his chest and down his stomach.  Her hands running down his sides across his buttocks, he was already panting when she sank to her knees, fingers running up the inside of his trembling thighs, down the silken length of him.  She nipped his belly, her tongue tracing the line across his pubic hair, his fingers tangled in her wet hair, his back arching, directing her.

Kathryn nudged him backwards on to the bed before moving lower, nuzzling his coarse hairs, her warm breath extracting a moan. She moved lower to kiss the hard surface of his inner thigh, before reaching out her tongue to lap the small drops of escaping fluid.  He gasped as her mouth encompassed him, her tongue circling the tip and running down the underside, savoring the warm salty taste of him.  He was losing himself in the velvety warmth of her mouth, his heart pounded, his breath came in short gasps, his fingers almost painfully entangled in her hair.

Chakotay’s body moved of its own accord, lost in her passionate embrace, powerless to stop his own reaction.  His hips involuntarily thrust up against her with increasing force, the pace quickening as she took him deep into her throat.  He was beyond reason, moaning, gasping his fingers tugging at her hair.  When her index finger, well lubricated with her own fluids, insinuated itself between his cheeks, he groaned, a deep guttural, animalistic cry escaped his throat as she inserted it and he exploded spurting his seed down her throat.  She continued her manipulation drinking, swallowing, licking every drop, before relinquishing her hold and moving up to lay next to him, taking him in her arms, holding him, kissing his face, stroking his sweaty body, while he regained his breath.

“Bitch.”  He groaned as he opened his eyes; she laughed  “That was not what I planned either.”

“Looked to be enjoying it to me.”  She smiled as she wrapped one leg over his, drawing his thigh between hers.

“Oh, that I did.  I’m just not sure I can recover from it.”

“Yeah, that could be a slight problem.”  She rocked against him.  “And I could use a little help here.”

“Problem?”  He smiled as he idly stroked her breast, catching and rolling a pebbled nipple.

“Nothing you can’t handle, I’m sure.”  She pushed her breast harder into his hand.

“Maybe.”  He nipped at the taut nipple.  “But I’m awful sleepy.”

“I see.”  She slipped one hand between her body and the spot it rested against his thigh, sucking in a breath, as the touch of her own fingers sending a shock through her.  He watched her face, the flush spread, her breath shortening; she slipped through her slick folds spreading moisture increasing the tension.  Never taking her eyes from his, she brought her fingers to her mouth, licking the slickness from them.  He reached out his tongue to taste but she sucked the fingers deep into her mouth, allowing him none.  “You will have to get your own.”

“I see.”  He reached his hand down, but she caught his wrist, shaking her head.  “Oh, so that’s how it is?”  She nodded and he laughed.

He bent capturing and suckling a nipple as he rolled her back,  quickly moving lower to where she really wanted him. He watched her as he spread open her thighs pushing her knees up and wide.  His hands ran down her quivering thighs and her breath quickened with anticipation.  He licked her belly, stopping to playfully lap at her navel he felt her muscles ripple beneath his mouth as she struggled to contain herself.

“Ahhh.” She sucked in her breath as his mouth moved lower, his tongue darting into soft folds, her hips bucking as his tongue stroked her lips.

Hmmm..." He murmured against her as his tongue traced her lips with long steady strokes, lapping the abundant juices.  “Sooo good.”  The force of his words caused her to shudder.
 
“Ohhh godd.” She rocked her hips straining toward him.  His fingers spread her wide, his tongue was tracing circles around her carefully avoiding her aching nerves.  His hand probed deeper, fingers rubbing stroking, finally penetrating.  “Oohhhh, yesss.” She thrust against him. Her fingers entwined in his hair, as she tried to force the attention she craved.  “Pleassse—Ohh.” Her arousal quickly built to a fevered pitch as she writhed beneath his exquisite torment, tossing her head, bucking her hips.  He closed his mouth around her aching desire sucking hard.  “Ohh Cha aaakoo taay.” Her body convulsing, she screamed out her release, clamping him to her with vice like legs.  She never had time to recover from the first when his amazing tongue had her writhing again and again until she fell back completely exhausted.

“Better now?”  He had moved up next to her, caressing her gently as she returned to the land of the living.

“Ummm, much.”  She rolled over and snuggled close to him.  “Now, I’m sleepy.”

He wrapped his arms around her and drifted off to sleep.

Kathryn was stunned into the consciousness as she landed with a thud.   Groaning, she rolled over in the darkness, rubbed her sore bottom and reached out to find Chakotay.  Her hand came into contact with warm flesh; she relaxed and moved closer.
 
“What the hell happened?” She struggled to clear her foggy mind enough to grasp what sort of phenomenon had caused them both to fall out of bed.

“Captain?”  The warm body spoke with Tom’s voice.

“Tom?!” She jumped back, jerking away her hand and yanking up the sheet, that was currently her only form of clothing. “What the……?  Where are we?”  She could see nothing in the blackness; thankfully neither could he.

“I –er – have no idea.  I can’t see a thing.”  Sitting up, he instinctively reached out to locate her, contacting her damp hair he followed it to shoulder, drawing his hand back quickly when contact with naked flesh caused a surprised gasp.  “Sorry, I just --- I can’t see you - -- only wanted to know where you were.”

“It’s OK.  I know it’s hard to get your bearing in this darkness.”

“You hair is wet.”

“Yeah, I was – recently – in the shower.”  She didn’t want her mind wandering there right now.  She reached out and after a little searching, placed her hands on his shoulders.  “Turn around.”  She pushed at his shoulders helping him turn his back to her.  “That’s it --- er – do you have—are you wearing…”

“Only boxers.   You?”

“Seems I- er-  have only  - this sheet.”  She drew it around her, thankful again that the darkness covered both her state of undress and her blush.   “Anyway..”  She sat with her back resting against his, careful to have as much sheet between them as possible.  “This way we will know where the other one is.”

“Good idea.”

They sat, the silence and the darkness wrapping around them as they tried to analyze their situation.  They were shrouded in complete blackness, seated on a hard level surface, probably the deck and the temperature was comfortable even in their present state of dress—or undress.  She could feel the slight vibration and hear the familiar hum of the engines; they were still on board Voyager, well at least they were onboard a ship, she hoped it was Voyager.  Eventually, they explored their surroundings, slowly and carefully on their hands and knees.  They were encased in a small area, approximately an eight-foot cube, the deck beneath them was solid enough but she suspected the remaining sides to be a force field.  Neither had a comm. badge and the computer was not responding to voice commands and they weren't able to detect any means of escape.  They had nothing to do now but wait to be rescued.

“Tom, what do you remember?” She had run out of options and the silence, combined with the darkness was unnerving.

 “I was asleep, next to my wife I might add, and then—well-- then I was here---.”  Tom shook his head.  “With you.”

“Yeah, I don’t have much more to go on.  By the way…”  Kathryn poked him with her elbow.  “You’re not my first choice either, but it could be worse.”

“Ouch, how?”

“You could be here with Tuvok or Neelix .. or  the Delaneys --- then you would have problems.”

“Tuvok or Neelix don’t sound like much fun but the Delaney twins wouldn‘t be so hard to take.”

“I know it’s dark in here, but take a good look at yourself.  Now, does the name B’Elanna mean anything to you?”

“OH Kahless, she would crush every bone in my body if she caught me dressed like this with them.”

“Yes, she would.”  Kathryn laughed when she felt him shudder.

“Don’t laugh, that’s a scary thought.”  Tom pushed back against her for emphasis  “So what were you doing, before we were so rudely dropped here?”

“TOM!” She burst out laughing.

“What?  I’m just trying to make conversation till we figure this out.”  Her laughter was contagious and he couldn’t help joining her. “What’s so damned funny?”

“Tom, its my wedding night…” She shook taking deep gulps of air between laughs.  “What the hell do you think I was doing?!”

“Oh shit!”  Tom doubled over with laughter.  “Whoever or whatever caused this is in deep shit when Chakotay gets his hands on them.”

“Hope he saves some for me—no offense, but this is not how I envisioned my wedding night.”

“None taken—although..”  He leaned back against her, turning so his breath warmed her neck as he spoke.  “I can’t say I never envisioned it.”
 
“Tom!”

“Ahhh come on, Kathryn.  You gotta know there isn’t a guy on this ship who hasn’t thought about it---- especially those of us who get to work with you almost every day.”

“Well, yeah I guess we all have thought about a superior officer like that at some time, but…”

“But nothing.  We are faced every day with a Captain who is not only powerful but, beautiful, intelligent, amazingly strong and woefully sexy.  A guy would have to be dead not to notice.”

“You forgot to mention, old enough to be your mother.”  She rested her head back against him and laughed.

“Not quite, but it wouldn’t matter.  There are guys on this ship whose mother you could be and it makes not one iota of difference to them.  Older or younger it doesn’t matter to any of them.”

“Got ya there.  There are no men older than me on this ship!”

“Tuvok is.”

“Oh God, Tom.  Tuvok is Vulcan.”

“So what? Who is it that is always telling me to be considerate?  Aren’t you the one who always says ‘Just because he is trained not to show emotion does not mean he does not feel the same things each of us feel.’ ”

“Well, yes that’s true but.. well, Tuvok would never—I mean , Spirits, he doesn’t see me like that….”

“Sure he does.”

“Not.”

“OK, OK maybe not exactly, Vulcan’s aren’t exactly lustful people..”

“I should say not!”

“That’s not to say the thought never crossed his ever so correct very logical mind, ‘cause I’d bet my last ration that it has, but maybe not quiet in the same way as say--- Harry.”
 

“Harry!  Oh lord not Harry.”

“Yes, Harry.  He’s not the green ensign with the mother complex, who came aboard this ship seven years ago.  In case you hadn’t noticed he’s all grown up and his fantasies of his Captain have too.”

“Let’s not talk about Harry—OK?”

“OK. So who?”

“Let’s not talk about me at all.”

“OK, Let’s talk about me.  Do you have any idea how good we could be together?”

“Tom, have you lost your mind?”

“No.  We would be great – in fact we have been great….” He laughed when she squirmed away from him. “ Well, in my mind anyway.”

“You have a sick mind and we shouldn’t be talking about this.”

“A little to close for comfort as they say?”  She reached back and smacked his bare shoulder.  “OK, OK you might be right about that.  Sooo what do you think about Joe Carey?”

“Tom.”

“Yeah, I know a devoted family man, but his wife is far far away and a guy’s gotta have something to keep him warm at night--- even if it’s only a dream.  Let’s see Mortimer Harren, Chell, nah.”

“Nah?  So you finally found some men on this ship who don’t find me attractive?”

“Hell no, They all have the hots for you..”

“Tom!”  She smacked his shoulder again.

“Hey, stop abusing me.  Not my fault all the men and half the women on this ship fantasize about you.”

“How would you know all this anyway?”

“Please, I’m Tom Paris, class screw up – everyone talks to me and if that isn’t enough, I work with the biggest gossip this side of the Milky Way.

“Lord, the doctor spreads this kind of stuff?”

“Oh not only about others, he has a pretty bad case for you too.”  Tom laughed at her groan.

“I thought he had a thing for Seven?”

“Well, yeah, he does to an extent, but face it--- Seven is intelligent and she is certainly built, but come on Kathryn, she can’t hold a candle to you.”

“You can’t be serious.  Seven is a beautiful and intelligent woman.”

“Sure, didn’t I just say that?  But then?”

“Then what?”

“Exactly, nothing.  She is empty, cold and mechanical, damn she’s even logical.”

“We’re talking fantasy here – god knows why.” She shook her head.  “But since that’s what we are talking about and I would think Seven would be every man’s dream.”

“Think again.  Sure we’re shallow but even in our weakest moments we want a real woman and – that’s you.”

“I see it’s not going to be easy to change the subject here.”

“Oh you want a new topic?  OK, Let’s see we started with guys who want you, now lets see if we can find any that might have actually had a chance.  Ummmmm guys that you might want.”

“I have the one I want, thank you.”

“Yeah, we all know that.  I’m still talking fantasy here.”

“I was living my fantasy before we got stuck here, where ever the hell here is.”

“That’s your reality—let’s see, I would be a great match..”  She punched him this time.  “OK OK we’re not going there.  How about Ayala?”

“What about him?”

“What do you think about him?”

“He’s dependable, honest --- kinda quiet in a dark, mysterious, rebel sort of way.”

“I see.”

“You see what?”

“The Captain has a few fantasies of her own.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“Nothing silly about it and it fits— You have a thing for the dark, bad boy kinda guys, a touch of evil but not too out of control--- yep I can see it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Am I?  Let’s see, you're married to the tall dark outlaw you were sent to capture.  You have said yourself one of our most challenging but yet the most intriguing encounters was with the Devore. —Ummm Kashyk was another dark, dangerous bad boy, just barely controllable. Even the hologram was dark and rebellious. Ayala fits the mold.”

“Tom Paris- what am I gonna do with you?!”

“Oh are we there again?  Would you like suggestions?”  The smack on his bare shoulder gave him his answer.  “OK, I’ll behave but stop hitting me.”

“Shhh Tom…”  She touched him and he jumped back.  “I’m not gonna hit you – do you hear voices?”

“That’s Lang and she sounds like she’s getting closer.  HEY, OVER HERE.”   Tom shouted in the direction of the voices.

 
“Lang to Chakotay.”  A female voice sounded in the darkness.

“Chakotay here.”

 “Commander, I think we found them, holodeck two.”

“On my way.”
 

The lights when they came on were blinding after the total darkness.   Kathryn covered her eyes for several seconds before she could squint them enough to see; even then she couldn’t focus well.  A hand took her one arm helping her to her feet as she clutched her sheet with the other.

“Captain, are you all right?”  The voice was very familiar but her mind refused to place it and her eyes were still struggling to adjust.  “Captain?”  He held her steady on her feet.

“I’m OK – a little off balance..”  She swayed and he caught her.  “Must be the sudden light.”

“Yeah, me too.”  Tom’s voice was coming from her right side.  “ Mike!”  Tom gasped, as his eyes focused, then laughed at the Captain’s groan.

“Cap..?” Ayala’s voice showed his concern.

“I’m all right.”  She struggled to stand on her own.  “What happened?”

“We crossed an odd anomaly during the night, several people were displaced.  You and Tom were enclosed in a force field on the holodeck,  so it took a while to locate you.  The internal sensors couldn’t detect the field or you beyond it.  Seven is working on why, I’ve just been working on finding you.”

“Yes, well thank you.  I think I can…”   Her eyes could focus now but she preferred to close them against the devilish looks Tom was shooting her way.  She knew she was blushing—must be quite a sight all red and pink wrapped in only a sheet.  The thought caused her color to deepen.

“Kathryn.”  Chakotay rushed up and relieved Mike.  “Are you OK?”

“Yes, yes, fine.”  She turned toward him resting her head on his chest, wishing she could melt into him and hide.

“Are you sure?”  He tried to move her back to look at her but she wouldn’t budge.

“Yes, could we go home so…”  She looked up and gestured toward her sheet.

“Oh yeah sure.”  Chakotay chuckled.  “Must be a little chilly like that.”

“She looks warm enough to me, so rosy and all.”  Paris laughed until she lifted her head to glare at him.  “Yeah, well thanks guys.  Captain, with your permission I’ll go home now.”

“Yes, Mr. Paris an excellent idea.  I think I will do the same.  She turned so that she was looking straight at him.  “ We will debrief in the morning.”

“Yes, Captain.”  Tom gave a mock salute and headed for home.

“Ms. Lang, Mr. Ayala I’ll see your reports in the morning.  Thank you again, dismissed.”

“Sure you’re OK?”  Once they were alone on the holodeck he wrapped her in his arms.

“I’m fine, I just want to go home.  'Don’t suppose the transporters are working?”

“As far as I know, but I’m not sure how safe they are about now.”

“Greaaaat.”  She rewrapped her sheet slinging one corner over her shoulder.  “Might as well get this over with.”

“I think you look lovely.”  Chakotay laughed at her death glare.  "Besides you are wearing almost as much as you wore all day, and it didn't bother you then."

“Only you and I knew what I had on then."

"Didn't."

"What?"

"Didn't-- what you didn't have on."

"Oh, very funny." She cautiously stepped into the corridor.

"You were rather amused when it was me, er, caught with my pants down as they say."    He teased, moving beside her.

 "THAT was a lot funnier."  She looked up and down the corridor.  "Don't suppose the rest of the crew is sleeping?”

“All out looking for you.”  She rolled her eyes and he put his arm around her shoulders.  “So, Kathryn, was it everything you expected?"

"What?"

"Your Paris honeymoon."

Her laughter rang down the corridor, reassuring her crew of her safety, reaffirming her happiness and signaling all was well in the small world of the Starship Voyager.

The End

 
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