Commander Chakotay walked down the hallway. His body moved placidly enough, but thoughts consumed his mind, turning it into a rather tumultuous swirl of rationality and emotion. They were all thoughts of her-Kathryn.
Kathryn? He asked himself. Since when had he called her Kathryn?
Chakotay smirked to himself a little as he came to the answer. She had become "Kathryn" to him one night last week, probably about when she had torn his shirt off his body with such force the fabric ripped and he had flung her uniform jacket across the room, knocking a teacup off the coffee table in the process. "Sorry Captain," Chakotay murmured into her neck automatically, pressing her into the wall once more.
"No, Chakotay!" Janeway said forcefully, startling her lover sufficiently enough to make him raise his head and look into her piercing eyes questioningly.
"It's Kathryn, not captain." Her voice dropped to a whisper and a playful smile lit up her features. Chakotay reciprocated with a wide grin of his own before the passion consumed him again, and he needed her lips on his, her body pressed against him, like a man dying of thirst needed water- he remembered how she had grabbed him, eyes sparkling, and how they had…
Well, that was why she was Kathryn to him now, anyway.
Chakotay reached the end of the hallway and pressed a button for the turbolift. His shift had ended half an hour ago, but he had gotten caught in a discussion-more of a lecture, really-with Tuvok about the efficiency of the current duty roster in engineering and had promised he would take care of it. Which was why he was heading back to his though it was 1900 hours. And he had the next two days off.
The turbolift doors opened with a soft whoosh and Chakotay was about to step inside when he suddenly realized there was an occupant.
"Commander," Captain Janeway greeted him nonchalantly, her gaze barely leaving the PADD she was reading. Odd-her hello's usually seemed at least little warmer than that. He wondered if she was kidding. Well, two can play at that game, dear Kathryn.
"Captain." Chakotay nodded, unsmiling. "Deck 2," he ordered the computer.
Chakotay stared very hard at the floor, not daring to look at his companion in case he started laughing. He could tell she was taking his unusual response quite seriously.
"Halt turbolift!" Janeway called out suddenly. "Commander," she turned to face him. "Are you alright?"
Chakotay cocked his head to one side. "Well, it's just…" he trailed off as Janeway's eyebrows knitted together in concern.
That's when he pounced.