They meet up outside the holodeck at starfleet headquarters. She is in science blue, old style, and he has on security gold.
'debrief go smoothly?' she asks professionally as she keys in her access. 'mmm' he murmurs noncommittally. the debrief was, as always, uncomfortable. A mixture of smiling sympathy from people that have no idea, and barely concealed distaste for his tainted maquis past. The subject was interesting and uncontroversial, the Voth.
She puts the programme in, it is now entitled KJ training programme 1, and it is written so that there can be no download or local recording. A nifty little trick she picked up a while ago.
'what about your day?' he says, in an off hand fashion. Desultory conversation as he is fascinated to see which of her programmes she is going to share with him,and keen not to betray his excitement. 'hmm?' she says distractedly 'oh, braxton' she answers, with an airy wave of her hand, dismissing both the subject and the anger that usually follows. She is not to be redirected, as throughout the day she has felt the coil of anticipation tightening in her belly regarding their shared holodeck time.
Niceties done, and programme entered she turns to look at him properly.
'mmm mmmm' she says, eyeing him appreciatively, a half grin sneaking across her face. 'Nice look ensign' and she pats his backside proprietorially as the holodeck doors open for good measure, leaving her hand cupping him for perhaps slightly longer than she should.
He has an answering grin for her even as he rolls his eyes 'the blue matches your eyes, crewman.' and, leering, he pushes her against the corridor wall of the starship that is now created on the holodeck. A starship that they both know intimately. Even being in a holodeck version gives him a sense of rightness. The doors switch shut. 'engage privacy lock' he orders as he moves himself slowly to press against her, pushing her against the bulkhead and inhaling her scent.
'ensign?' she rasps, raising her eyebrow at his temerity. he powers up his dimples 'crewman?' as he dares her to wriggle away. She might do, just to show that she can, not because she wants to.
He traps her with a hand on the bulkhead either side of her head. it is clear that he isn't going to take this training programme very seriously, if they get to start it at all. At least not on this occasion. He has only just started to tease her, bringing his head down close, and moving his lips from the hollow of her neck on one side around to the hollow of the other, barely touching, mostly breathing, stretching out the anticipation. He has always enjoyed the tautness of time prior to the explosion of passion, the rising tension preceding conflagration.
She huffs a laugh. Honestly, but she thought they would get a little further in this programme before being overcome by temptation. The turbolift perhaps, or the bridge... she lets the thought die away from her as she rolls her hips against him whilst stretching her neck to enable better access for his questing lips. One hand rests where it belongs, on his heart, whilst the other ruffles through his hair. Dammit, but it is wonderful to finally enjoy this long frrustrated love. It still feels seductively forbidden in this venue.
Both are distracted enough by their rising physical need to be surprised when the hologram Chakotay, stalking down the corridor, roughly pulls him away. 'not on duty ensign, follow me' the command is snapped out as the commander strides towards the turbolift. He raises an eyebrow at her, and they both follow. She has to increase to a trot to keep up. obviously, he has no such difficulty, and walks stride for stride with the commander.
As they join the rigid commander in the turbolift, she swings in front of him, so that the commander is looking directly at her. He can't believe that she is standing so boldly there in command pose, hands balled on hips and chin jutting. Certainly she is undermining the commander, from her pose, from her direct eye contact, she is daring him. As h-chakotay runs through the lines of fomenting rebellion, she turns to gazing limpidly at the commander, and moves slowly, imperceptibly, into his personal space, causing him to stumble in the delivery. She smiles seductively up at him as he stutters to complete the monologue.
He snorts as he realises that the h-Chakotay's original parameters have been at least slightly corrupted since Tuvok wrote the programme, and it includes his ability to nearly recognise her when she interacts. Enough to alter his standard responses, to be unable to deny the pull between them. He absolutely recognises that bewildering gravimetric pull that is affecting the hologram, insidiously altering his judgement around her. Spirits, but he is so glad that he no longer has to hold himself apart. Loving her so totally, yet so constrained had been too hard for his exuberant heart.
The commander certainly responds true to his form when she steps close and presses her hand on his chest, obvious in his physical response. Smiling at him, She has h-Chakotay's full attention, he hardly pays any attention to the security ensign that is his double and is leaning against the turbolift smirking at her. Spirits, but the ensign loves this woman, and seeing her flirting subtly with a hologram of himself is oddly and compellingly erotic. He realises that they are truly going to complete very little of this mission, and he has always had a few ideas when they have taken a turbolift together that perhaps he should take a tactical position now. She is leaning in close and whispering in the commanders ear. He notices the commander raise his hand to hold her arm before turning with surprising speed and punching him.
My God! but even with the safety on that was one hell of a punch out of nowhere! And, to rub salt in the wound, she is laughing!
'computer, freeze programme' he bites out before the second punch lands. 'Kathryn!' he growls at her, as she struggles to bite back another giggle and school her face into a sympathetic mask. She fails, and comes to him and lands a chaste kiss on the just punched jaw. ' I hate being ignored', she purrs, whilst stroking the security ensign on that jaw, letting a half smile appear and looking at him with dancing eyes. He growls her name again. 'I wasn't ignoring you, dammit Kathryn! I never do'
'I thought it would be better to focus you both on me' and she actually smirks at him, before interposing herself between the two versions of Chakotay and places a hand to stroke both of their faces. 'i hadn't expected him to be quite so... protective' she waves her hand airily. His hand, he notices with annoyance. He glares at his younger, trimmer alter ego.
'delete holographic personae' chakotay bites out, and swings her briskly back against the turbolift wall. 'now, where were we?' as he brings his lips firmly and possessively down upon hers.