'You know you are not supposed to be just watching for when you can see my ass, p'tak. You are supposed to be wielding your bat'leth and fighting with us. BiHnuch!' I growl menacingly at Chakotay. I am too busy fighting the Klingon in front of me to look around, but if I did, I am sure that I would catch him smirking.

I knew I was in trouble when Chakotay watched me dress. no, watched is too passive a term. He devoured me as I got dressed. The leather corset bodice, clearly maximising my assets with that stiffened cup and cut out cleavage area was a definite item of interest. Highlighted further by the collar/shoulder protector. I can't bear the fur sleeves, so mine is adapted with supple leather there, but finishing in the glorious Klingon gloves. the leather skirt on the bodice just covers the aforementioned ass, and the ensemble is finished with skin tight leather trousers and don't mess with me boots. Oh and nice belt with enormous buckle.

'Spirits Kathryn, but you have been wearing this to train with B'Elanna? on voyager?' he is salivating at the thought, and I can see that this outfit is clearly ticking a box somewhere.

'Sometimes, but mostly no. chakotay, you have already seen what I usually wore, the maquis leather outfit' gah! but I have given it away! he advances slowly ' maquis leathers? Kathryn!' i shrug, 'for the mutiny programme'. 'hmm' and he is laughing. 'why did I never get to be with you on the holodeck in *these* programmes' as he bends down, grabs my ass and pulls me towards him.

Breaking free from the passionate kiss that threatened to derail sharing holodeck time with B'Elanna and Tom, I stamp my foot, hand on hip, raise my eyebrow and ask him why he thinks we didn't share the holo-programme. 'fair comment' he leers. Damn but he is handsome in his maquis leathers, having declined to go Klingon. hmmm, very handsome. from his widening smirk, I am sure he knows what I have been thinking too. I have a cloak to take me to and from the holosuite.

So far, the whole programme has been played with 'Lanna and I knocking seven bells out of a variety of Klingon warriors, to the encouragement, wolf whistles and salacious ribaldry which is Tom and Chakotay's only interaction with the programme. The last comment, about the desire to bite my ass instead of my face as an addition to the Klingon programme makes me see red. It's not as if we are 'performing' for their delectation. This is damned well supposed to be an exercise programme, OK maybe a slightly horny one from their perspective. It is supposed to de-stress me, not make me angry.

'Chakotay' i grind out 'are you actually going to do *any* bat'leth training', as the next Klingon falls at my hand. 'As far as I can see, 'Lanna and I have been the predominant warriors and I certainly will not take as a mate any BiHnuch! and if you think that you are going to get a chance to bite me, you will have to fight for that honour!'. damned p'tak. Not helped by hearing a snort of laughter from both men. 'Lanna sends her own stream of pure Klingon invective back to the watchers.

'c'mon baby, you know I can't even begin to do the things with a bat'leth you can honey. I'm here to worship you sweetheart' humph, Tom could talk the birds out of the trees. I roll my eyes, and 'lanna grins back at me.

As the next Klingon comes up against me, I can feel that i am starting to tire. I will make this my last fight. Being thrown around a cave is hard on the muscles and I am becoming soft in the alpha quadrant. As I leap back up to my feet, my maquis warrior comes between me and my opponent 'my fight now, Kathryn' and I move to the edge of the arena as a non-combatant to stand next to Tom.

'Lanna is still expertly wielding her bat'leth, winning fight after fight, and not wasting any time requesting Tom not to watch her. It is clear that that is what his role is. Watching. I prefer to have Chakotay fighting by my side. Just so predictable. As I catch my breath, I watch how skilled he is, and how strong. Deceptive in his starfleet uniform. Emasculated compared to the prideful stance in his maquis clothes. 'i hope' he pants out 'that you *are* admiring my ass, Kathryn' I just wiggle my eyebrows at a leering Tom. I am admiring his ass, his shoulders, the smoothness of his movements. I am certainly having a Klingon moment!

The programme clearly recognises his skill, because after two fairly swift victories, two opponents appear for Chakotay. 'this is my cue' i holler and join him, waggling my ass saucily for Tom, before I get fighting. Damn but Chakotay is some orders of magnitude better as a fighter with a Bat'leth as I am seriously working hard just to not lose, rather than to win. He takes several more down before I finally finish this one. 'enough! i say, waving my hand, the house of - whatever house are we again 'lanna? - has fought enough today.' these ceremonial words, even incorrectly spoken close down the flux of incoming klingon warriors, and I bend over catching my breath, as does 'lanna.

Chakotay drags me up and pulls off my right glove. 'i think there is part of this ritual still to do, I hope you agree that i have earnt the right' and there is a devilish glint in his eye as he sniffs my right hand 'to bite you wherever I choose'. two can play at this Chakotay. Licking my lips slowly first and taking a good inhale of his masculine scent whilst half lidding my eyes, i then slowly remove his right glove with my teeth. baring them at him as he growls back before sniffing his right hand too.

'hey, old man' shouts 'Lanna, 'i don't think this ceremony is for you. you don't have the sense of smell for it.'

'I don't know baby, it certainly has the Klingon hots behind it'

'ptak' she growls before laughing

Chakotay doesn't take his eyes from mine as he growls back possessively 'i can make promises to my woman in whatever way pleases us' his eyes are hypnotic, our right hands grip each other as we pull closer together. Suddenly I playbite his jaw, and that is it. i laugh as he grins and pushes me against one of the rocks. I am mesmerised by the rampant lust in his eyes as he growls my name and reciprocates the move. I barely hear 'Lanna and Tom making their own laughing exit from the holodeck, teasing about not wanting to watch the parents. I do shout 'good riddance' as they leave though and immerse myself completely in the kiss.

Our relationship is new, but there is no doubt that Chakotay is heaven's own idea of a perfect kisser, from the delicate drops of kisses that he can gently pepper my face and hair with, like snowflakes on christmas day, to the all consuming fires of passion with which he can demand total submission and all the variants of love, passion, gentle adoration and mutual exploration in the middle. I spent hours on voyage tracing the shape of his lips in my mind, imagining their softness, their feel against mine. I have seven years of kiss fantasies to explore. This kiss though, is a Klingon warriors kiss. it takes no prisoners and demands an equal response.

So engrossed are we by the fire of desire that I am surprised when the holodeck announces our time is over, and the rock supporting me dematerialises. Quick reflexes save us from a nasty fall. Laughing, we pick up our discarded Klingon paraphernalia, adjust our clothing, and cover the significantly ruffled me with my cloak, i have no idea when Chakotay released one breast from the bodice, but i am damned if i can get it back in without undressing. I give him a mock frown to his unabashed grin.

luckily we pass no one on the race back to our quarters, and a note from Icheb announces he is staying late at the Academy. I drag a hardly unwilling Chakotay into our bedroom. We have a ritual to complete, and I do like to finish what I start. I hope not to break a clavicle.