A/N: I usually don't ship J/C, but this ended up popping into my head as I was going over my story 'Explanations'. It only took me about an hour to finish, so it may not be my best. This story is dedicated to E. Taylor, A.K.A (ha, I almost had that last 'a' as an 's') lucky. Please leave a review.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in the story. They are the respectful property of Paramount; I just write stories about them.

Kathryn was -once again- fiddling with her replicator, trying to finish replicating dinner for Chakotay and herself.

The chime on her door went off, meaning she ran out of time.

"Come in."

Chakotay entered and stood at the door.

"Please, have a seat." Kathryn gestured to one of the empty chairs. "Dinner is going to be a bit late."

"Having another fight with your replicator?" Chakotay asked as he sat down, a smile gracing his face.

She returned the smile. "Well, we haven't come to blows yet."

"In that case, I can wait for dinner. I'm not really hungry anyway."

"If I didn't know you better, I would think that you ate before you came."

"Well…" he trailed off.

"Is my cooking that bad?"

"No. Actually, Neelix got to me."

"I'm listening," Kathryn replied as she sat down across from Chakotay.

He sighed.

"B'Elanna was telling me earlier about the play that was based on us, and I suggested that we get some coffee.

"So we get to the Mess hall, and it reeks of leola root. Sure enough, Neelix is in the Galley, with all of his burners occupied by various pots and pans. He notices us, and asks if we could try this new recipe he's working on.

"B'Elanna comes up with some excuse about having to meet Tom and Harry at the shuttle bay, leaving me alone with Neelix. And I think you get the rest."

"I do."

"So, how did your day go?"

"Pretty much like every other, except that B'Elanna also told me about the play."

"Really? Did she tell you all of it?"

"Yes, why? How far did she get with you?"

"She got to the part where it was revealed that Seven was actually the Borg Queen."

"So she didn't get to the part where our characters kissed?"

Chakotay's eyebrows flew up in shock.

"They kissed?" he asked, still in disbelief.

Kathryn nodded her head.

"B'Elanna said it was at least fifteen seconds long."

"Wow. Whoever wrote that play must really know what he's doing."

"What are you saying, Chakotay?"

"I guess what I'm saying is that the writer must have recognized that the characters had a lot of passion for each other in-order to make the kiss that long."

"So by 'characters', you mean us?"

"Probably."

"There is no 'probably', Chakotay. There's yes or no."

"Then, yes."

Kathryn stared at nothing, seeming to be contemplating what Chakotay had just said. Then she leaned over the table and kissed him.

At first, he was completely taken back by the Captain's - his captain- actions, but he soon found himself kissing her back.

She pulled away slowly and sat back in her chair.

"I would have to agree with your last statement," she said breathlessly.