-1Author's Note: Okay so I've been distracted lately and I haven't really felt like writing but there aren't that many C/7 stories out there so I thought I'd at least add a short chapter. Seriously though can someone tell me why people seem to be sooooooo obsessed with J/C.
Chakotay's POV:
Skin, so much skin, delicate ivory skin flawed only by the small Borg implant in her arm and the exoskeletal implant on her left hand. On a whole she wasn't overly exposed but I'd never seen her in anything but her usual bio-suits and now, well all I could think of doing was run my fingers over the soft exposed skin.
The front of her dress was only a shallow swoop and the dress itself did not cling to her body, it accentuated her slender frame and skimmed the more than generous contours of her body, and stopped just above her knees, but man was it sexy.
She walked up to me and I couldn't resist giving her a once over with my eyes. She obviously didn't miss my interest in her appearance as her gaze drifted downwards and colour rushed to her cheeks as she gently brushed a lock of silky, golden hair from her face.
Wow her hair is down. I've only seen her with her hair down once before when we were stranded with the Ventu and since then I've longed to see her wear it that way again. It definitely suits her.
"It is 1800hrs," she told me sounding very much unlike her usual calm and collected self.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. I gulped. Why the hell am I acting like a hormonal teenager. I cleared my throated and attempted to speak once more, "It is," I said and some how it ended up sounding like a question instead of a confirmation.
She looked at me curiously and I was suddenly overcome with a need to kiss her, "Should we?" I asked gesturing to the holodeck door to distract myself.
She nodded.
"After you," I said gesturing for her to precede me.
Seven stepped pass me to the doors, and as she walked pass me and I got a good view of her from behind my knees almost betrayed me, suddenly the hallway was way to hot for my liking and I couldn't help but wonder 'Where the hell is the back of her dress?'.
Seven's POV:
I walked up to Chakotay in front of the holodeck and watched as he roamed his gaze over my body. I couldn't help but feel…embarrassed I suppose. I turned my gaze downward and heat rushed to my cheeks as I nervously removed a stray lock of hair from my face feeling self conscious.
Why most he look at me that way? So…so…I don't know, longingly I suppose. It makes it extremely difficult to remain emotionally distant when he looks at me like that.
An uncomfortable silence began to seep into the corridor and surround us as we stood facing each other with him staring at me and me well feeling increasingly anxious.
"It is 1800hrs," I told him nervously unsure as to the next step in which to take.
He opened his mouth as if to respond but no words came out. I watched as his prominentia laryngea bob as he made a gulping sound. For some reason I find myself particularly entranced by that part of his jugular.
He cleared his throated, "It is," he said and I found myself wondering if he was asking me so I studied his facial expressions curiously.
There is that look again, that same longing look from before, only this time he flicks his tongue quickly over his lower lip, however I don't think he was aware of doing that. I get a strange feeling whenever he looks at me like that, Even though I haven't a clue as to the meaning of his expression, some times when I turn around and see him looking at me with that expression in his eyes I get the feeling he wants to eat me or something.
"Should we?" He asked gesturing to the holodeck door.
I nodded, finally he is moving our interaction along.
"After you," he said gesturing for me to precede him.
I stepped pass him to the doors, and as I walked pass him and into the holodeck I heard a gasp and glanced back to see Commander Chakotay grab hold of the wall closest to him. Curious. Human behaviour can be so odd at times.
Author's Note: Well?…
