my J/C post return fanfic is nearly linear, starting where endgame finished, but a J/C quick reversal - coming home with you. I think my following fanfics prob don't need a readthrough of the initial fanfic first, but since i loved that, I would recommend that you do. My profile is going to try and keep the timeline showing, in case you would like to go with it!

This one is definitely an M. they are on shore leave after all.

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Finally we were truly alone together.

we ran out of the chalet and straight down the sand into the sea. The sun shining, sea azure with lacy white breaking waves. Golden sand beneath my feet. She is ahead, copper curls glinting, figure hugging green bathing wear, toned and honed body, my Kathryn. 'are you with me?' she shouts, as she sprints in advance of me 'always' as i lope after.

I used to dream of swimming here whilst i still had dreams in the delta quadrant, before dreams became too painful. When i really dared to dream, I would dream she was with me too. Then i gave up on dreaming, and i gave up on wanting our return, and tried to content myself with the little i had. then i gave up on that too.

i am dragged back to the present by a splash of water, as Kathryn kicks the surf against me. 'stop brooding' she commands and runs further in, throwing herself into the waves. her water glistening body beckons. I more slowly follow. Deanna told me that my confusion and mood swings are normal. that we used up all our resilience and more, and that it is quite amazing that we are as a group in as good a mental health as we are. she claims that this is almost certainly down to the family ethos we built, crediting me predominantly. She credits Kathryn with being an article of faith. She says it is important that we let our leader roles go now, at least in private. She says we must grasp our fun and playful side together. I see Kathryn's feet and lower legs rising straight and proud out of the water before arching over. One of us is clearly, and surprisingly, finding this easier to do. I wade in deeper, and realise that Kathryn hasn't come back to the surface, and so dive in and swim madly to her last position. Spirits, you just can't trust her not to get into trouble anywhere. My heart is beating faster. Fuck, all i was wanting was a weekend wihjust her, the kind of weekend i dreamt of in the delta quadrant. all those sodding torturous chaste visits to idyllic planets, and i go and lose her here. She pops up beside me, laughs and kisses me. 'missed me?'

The anger as well as passion that informs the kiss I give her surprises me. As she kisses me back with the wild abandon that i am starting to associate with her, the passion becomes predominant. 'Spirits, Kathryn' i breathe when we break apart. Her roving hands are going to make this a very short swim. i am wishing this is some unsettled planet back out in the delta quadrant now, as what i really want to do is make love to her here, where the waves meet the shore, with the sun shining on us. An utter madness here, when there are cameras journalists and watchers potentially everywhere, probably the image of our kiss will be plastered over some third rate holo. 'kathryn' i groan again, because clearly she has gone from being playful to possessed, and i am really not going to have pictures of us making love in the sea posted across fed news. She is a damned sea nymph, and her siren call has my body responding in seconds. Unlike Ulysses, I am not safely tied to some mast, and instead I find myself sorely tempted. 'Kathryn' i bark as a command, finding my resolve, I swoop her over my shoulder and carry her back out of the sea, giggling and laughing. I resolutely refuse to think of the holonews images. Admiral Paris was very convincing in his setting full responsibility at my door for her safety, and our propriety.

I race us back into the cabin, and have only barely slammed the door when i have her pressed against the wall and have resumed kissing her with redoubled desire. Half an hour in the sea, but spirits we managed less than quarter of an hour between our indolent love making whilst changing into our swimming clothes and our indecently hasty return to the chalet. I have it bad! no, we have it bad. She is slippery with beads of seawater, and her kisses taste of salt as well as coffee. Her demure tankini top clings to her, resisting my efforts to remove it. laughing she pushes me away and makes short work of stripping before i return with increased hunger. I chase the salt drops as they trickle down her body with my tongue. drips from her hair snaking around her neck, pooling between her clavicle and the upper border of trapezius. i lick them, lap them up and feel her melt into me, angling her head sideways so i can have my fill, wrapping her own hands around my ass, divesting me of my shorts, pulling me in closer with a hitch of her hips. I love to hear the gentle half moan, half sighs that signal her increased arousal, caressing my ears with the same incendiary touch that her delicate fingers entwine around my heart. My hands are re-exploring her topography, a fortnight more or less into our relationship and i could redraw her from memory, every curve, every angle, the muscles and the scars, the dips and promontaries. I had asked about the scars, but she says some things are supposed to be remembered. She isn't quite ready to name them all yet, though some I know. She is whispering in my ear all the things she hopes that i will do next. I didn't expect her to be such a talker, I guess i didn't really expect anything. i fantasised about the physicality and love. the actual is better, much, much better. My murmuring endearments in my native tongue inflames her, she says it is the tone of my voice, part blessing, part passion, all love. Her describing the sensations she feels as my hardness plunges into her, my hands caress her, and my mouth and tongue worship her inflames my passion a thousandfold. Already eager, she is shifting against me and I lift her up and we gaze at each other, a short pause before I am thrusting against her, and she is moving with me, adjusting, clenching and murmuring. She makes me feel like a god. Spirits, her warmth surrounding me, her tightness, her uninhibited ecstasy during lovemaking. Her thighs wrapped now around me, hands twisted in my hair and neck to hold me. lips to kiss and drown in, urging me, laughing, swearing. when we come together like this, it isn't love, it is pure primal fucking. spirits but i try to possess her, make her mine, own her, but as we both reach ecstasy, I know that I am more hers than ever. Catching my breath, she lets herself drop down to the floor, and be cradled in my arms. 'damn but i love you chakotay' I laugh, i don't doubt that she loves me, but that isn't what she is saying, what she is really saying is that she needs me as much as i need her, that i please her as much as she pleases me. My arms were made to hold her, my lips to kiss.

Still laughing, she steps free and confidently naked, walks to the replicator and surprises me by choosing coffee icecream before folding herself down onto the couch. She grins up at me 'it *is* hot chakotay' . I stride across, enjoying the feel of her eyes on my body, and order strawberries and cream icecream. When i turn around, she has an innocent face that i have learnt to be wary of. i watch as she places icecream on her spoon and slowly licks it off, swirling her tongue in a final flourish. She's good, i smirk and join her. I'm better. I am not using the spoon at all, and Kathryn gives a half moan, half giggle. i look up, aware that I have icecream on my nose, and she leans in and licks it off, followed by a languid kiss. Hmm, coffee, strawberries and cream. Next time i will choose a better complementary flavour. Spirits! i pull away to find her outright laughing and she leans further forwards to chase the glob of coffee icecream that is currently trailing down my chest, an icy path which is being inflamed as she follows. Spirits weep! I grin and lean back opening myself to more of the torture, Kathryn licks icecream around my nipples, sparking a reaction in my manhood, and as the icecream and kisses trail lower, i find i am coming back to life, growing harder as she inches closer. 'don't Kathryn!' I warn her, futile though that is! She pushes me completely back, and I smile limpidly at her. i can feel passion take its hold, but due to our frenetic earlier release, I have all the time in the world. I love the moves she makes and the exquisite joy of when she pleasures me. I am relieved when she takes my swollen head into her mouth without icecream adornment. i am relaxing into this, enjoying the swirl of her tongue, the gentle nips along the shaft, and the delicate tease of fingers. my half lidded eyes fail to notice that she also can take her icecream without spoon, and I am shocked upright when with the next mouthful of me she takes, icy sensation trickles down my glans. 'Fuck! Kathryn' and she takes me completely, with her questing fingers behind my balls, pressing deep, providing a contrapuntal rhythm to her tongue around my shaft. the close relationship between ice cold and deep warmth of my head in her throat and the vibrations of her throaty laughter against it and i am nearly weeping with the confused pleasure. I am existing purely on the edge of explosion as Kathryn plays me, she knows how to get me to the edge and then dance away until I am thrusting myself up into her mouth with abandon, groaning her name, cursing her skills in my native tongue, begging her to let the flames engulf me. Just as i truly believe that my life hangs in the balance between urgent agony of wanting and ecstasy, she lets me achieve my release, pressing firmly at my opening as she takes me fully so that her nose is buried against me and she hums a moan as she breaths out. I fire my seed at her, as she milks me until i have no life left. I hang between unconsciousness and bliss and am barely aware as she finally lets me free. 'Spirits Kathryn' , she looks at me with a grin, it is wonderful to have such an accomplished lover. I am too old t teach new tricks, and just love being loved. i realise she is putting her bathers back on. 'you're welcome, all in the name of my own scientific research' .' i sit up as she throws my trunks at me. then strides to the door and leaves it open as she races back down to the sea. I cover myself quickly and race after her. This time, this time we should spend some time laughing in the sun.

I see her dancing at the wave edge until some spins and then acrobatics cartwheel her into the see, and she is off like a porpoise. I think of her always as a creature of fire, her heart aflame, full of desire and hair the colour of embers, a soul in the stars. But she sees herself at one with the water, dancing in rain, luxuriating in her bath, and clearly delighting in the sea. She is two of the elements, and I complete her with earth and air. Chakotay, I chide myself, stop brooding!

I run out of the chalet and straight down to the sea.

I run to be at one with my past, present and future dreams, diving into the sea to join her.