Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable. Star Trek: Voyager and its characters are not mine; I just take them out to play with the promise to return them happy and intact.
Author's Note: This is dedicated to Nova, who went and studied like a good student. My muse seems to be on a naughty kick lately and I let her out to play, so be warned that this drabble/ficlet is rated M.
It's been a long seven years.
It's lonely at the top, something she's been aware of since the first few days in the Delta Quadrant. There hasn't been anyone in all that time: not Jaffen, not Kashyk, not even the holographic Michael. She's been isolated, celibate, and desperately lonely, and nothing's helped ease the ache of being deprived of something as simple as another person's touch.
She knew he loved her before New Earth, knew that his ancient legend was a veiled way of telling her that, but she kept her own emotions and feelings tightly reined in. As captain, she couldn't be seen as anything less than infallible and essentially omnipotent; it was a heavy burden and shoulder for seven years, and there were times she thought it terribly unfair, but she'd been the one to strand them in the Delta Quadrant and she was the one who had to get them home.
But she's not the captain now, hasn't been for almost an hour. She's just Kathryn, her commission resigned in a flurry of chaos; Admiral Hayes begged her to stay, Admiral Nechayev threatened her with publicity if she went through with her resignation, and Own Paris had the nerve to tell her he was disappointed in her, as if a solid seven years of unrelenting pressure was normal and expected.
She almost lost him, a fact that still makes her tremble. The Admiral's journey back in time saved her crew from another sixteen years of struggling through the Delta Quadrant, Tuvok from a horrible mental degradation, and Seven from a tragically preventable death. But the admiral, in all of her horridly cold wisdom, decided Kathryn needed to know exactly what she'd missed out on by playing the distanced and aloof captain; Admiral Janeway didn't mince words and Kathryn realized that the man she loved was moving on.
Unacceptable.
She promised the Admiral she'd talk to him, that she'd tell him exactly how she felt about him, but things had happened quickly with the Admiral's plan and before Kathryn really even had time to stop and breathe, Voyager was home. She didn't have time to talk to him before she was fighting for her crew, throwing everything she had into making sure every single person was taken care of. Twenty-four hours later the former Maquis, Tom Paris, and the Equinox Five are pardoned with commissions upheld, Seven and the Doctor are safe, and Kathryn finally beamed back to her Ready Room from Headquarters. She'd been planning on packing and going to Indiana but he'd come to her to apologize for the Seven fiasco and, as always, things went much differently than expected.
Her attention is brought back to the present as the first tingles of orgasm blossom through her body. She's holding on to the edge of the desk as tightly as she can, her body bending and arching in bliss. It's been so long since she's done this that the feeling of release is unfamiliar, but it's certainly not unwelcome. The sound of her breathing echoes through the room, along with the masculine grunts of her companion. He's focused on her, his dark gaze burning through to her very soul and she loses the rhythm they've set as the pleasure crests and washes through her trembling limbs.
Chakotay grunts as her body clenches around him, pulling him with her into that place of perfection and bliss. As their bodies relax and he falls forward into her, she wraps her arms around his neck and holds him close. Whispered words of love and adoration float between them, apologies and regrets drifting into the background as they finally acknowledge what they mean to each other. He promises that he's hers, that she's his, and that they'll never be apart again. And for the first time in seven years, the loneliness of command is the furthest thing from her mind.