This is my entry for the J/C Trope Fest on AO3 (highly recommend you check it out...lots of J/C goodness...but I digress) This is my Resolutions Re-write/FixIt Fic. It was brought to my attention by Ariella884 that we never actually knew what Kathryn's parameters would have been because Chakotay launched into his lovely angry warrior speech. However, Ariella came up with what she thought KJ's parameters should be...so here you are. I hope you like it!

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Kathryn Janeway had a serious problem. It wasn't the fact that Voyager was gone. It wasn't even the fact that she was stuck on this planet for the rest of her life. The problem was not the fact that her Starfleet career had ended practically before it had truly begun.

No, Kathryn's problem was the veritable epitome of tall, dark and handsome; six feet tall, kind, considerate and giving, patient and warm, sexy as hell, and currently sitting three feet away from her, smelling of sandalwood and sweat and making it very hard for her to concentrate on anything other than the fact that she wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, lay back on the table and let him have his way with her.

She felt the tension of her ignored arousal settle deeper in between her shoulder blades after already having made a home between her thighs. She squirmed in her seat slightly, trying to alleviate the tension in her groin, just as she let her fingers work into the flesh of her neck. After letting out a moan of frustration, at what problem, she wasn't exactly sure, she wanted to groan again, realizing she'd unintentionally gotten Chakotay's attention.

He hadn't looked up from his work, but his movements stilled for a moment, seemingly watching her in his peripheral vision for any further sign of discomfort. Deciding to cover up her growing sexual frustration with an exaggeration of her tense muscles, she rolled her shoulders, pressing her fingers deeper into the skin where her neck met her right shoulder. "I guess I'm not used to that kind of work," she chuckled at the lameness of her excuse. Tossing brush around wasn't exactly heavy lifting, but with a sigh, she went with it. "My knots are getting knots." She stretched her neck again, inwardly cringing when she saw Chakotay move to get up.

"Here, let me help," he moved to stand behind her. Damn it, she closed her eyes with a frustrated sigh, the scent of sandalwood and whatever else it was that was Chakotay engulfing her, heat radiated from him as he stood behind her.

She froze, her eyes closed as her own hand still rested on her shoulder, unable to move when his fingers whispered against her jaw when he lifted her hair out of his way. Tiny little shivers of pleasure tingled where he had touched her, sending jolts of fresh arousal down her spine to rest in her groin. Squirming again, she tried to ignore the feel of him behind her and the way his scent hit her in waves as he moved.

Her body betrayed her at his first touch; she leaned back in her seat, closer to him as his fingers slid down towards her collar bones. He dragged his fingers back up towards her shoulders, the pressure strong, her nightgown sliding against the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Her nipples hardened as the friction sent tingles all the way to her toes. She swallowed a moan as he did it again; his hands unknowingly sliding down towards her breasts and actually lifting them with the upward pull of his fingers. She felt the heat burning at her center and was shocked she couldn't smell her arousal as his touch intensified. His fingers worked magic into the muscles of her neck and shoulders just as fresh waves of arousal coursed through her body to soak her already wet panties. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her lids fell heavily shut, "Oh, that feels good." She was too aroused to care that her voice sounded breathy and needy. Her cheeks flushed as she became more and more turned on by the second. She vaguely heard him speaking about his mother, but all she could focus on was the way the tips of his fingers seemed to have a direct line of contact from her neck to her clit. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears just as she could feel it between her thighs as her entire being focused on everything that was Chakotay.

She was so focused on the heat of him and the scent of him and the way she imagined how those fingers could work magic on any part of her body that she didn't even realize that he'd stopped moving. She shivered again and knew that he probably felt it. In that same moment she finally got a whiff of her own scent, and realized that he probably noticed it too.

He leaned forward, taking a deep breath through his nose, letting it out just the same. The heat of his exhalation played in her hair and down her neck. She felt his fingers tremble as she stood up and pulled away from him.

The desire for her in his eyes was masked, but it was there. She could see it in his apprehensive expression; his own inner struggle over his feelings for her.

She'd known he harbored a desire for her. She'd seen it in his gaze when he'd stood next to her by the bathtub. She'd seen it dozens of times on Voyager before that.

Did she dare act on it now? She was just going to open her mouth when his look changed to one of innocence; locking his emotions away behind those warm brown eyes and his soft, dimpled smile.

She quickly lost her own nerve, even as her coiled arousal screamed for release. "Well, I'm going to go to bed now, I'll see you in the morning."

Chakotay grinned sheepishly and nodded, barely keeping himself from tugging on his earlobe, "Sleep well, Kathryn," his voice sounded a touch darker than normal; honey laced with bourbon and it went straight to her core, adding to the moisture that already existed in abundance there.

"Yes," she breathed out, needing to put distance between them lest she drop to her knees and satisfy her hunger for him, "You too."

Kathryn lay back on her small bed, pulling the blankets up as she turned to look at Chakotay through the frosted glass of the privacy screen, her arousal near fever pitch as it coursed through her body in pulses.

She knew he felt the same way…

She'd felt the tremor go through his body when he breathed in the scent of her arousal not one minute ago. She closed her eyes in frustration, resting the back of her hand on her forehead. She was desperate to alleviate the throbbing between her legs but knew that if she tried to take care of it herself, she wouldn't be able to keep quiet, not to mention the lights were still on in the main room, and Chakotay was probably watching her every move through the milky glass.

She wanted to scream in frustration; she was desperate to touch herself. She was desperate for Chakotay to touch her. She was desperate for relief.

There was no way she could spend the rest of her life like this; trapped in the confines of the command structure when her command was no more. They would have to talk about this, and soon, for she couldn't keep on the way things were. She'd been aroused for nearly a week; ever since she'd stood next to Chakotay in nothing more than a loosely wrapped bath towel and saw the look of hunger on his face.

She'd been attracted to him since the moment she'd seen him on the viewscreen on Voyager, and those feelings had only grown in strength and intensity over the last year and a half. She'd lusted after him whenever he was beside her on the bridge and craved his nearness when he was gone. The magnitude of that lust had grown until she had just barely admitted to herself that those feelings were quickly developing into love…

...and then they were stranded on this planet. Suddenly her days were filled with his nearness. He was everywhere; his scent was in the air, his dimpled smile filled her thoughts and lately his body, pressed heavily again hers, had filled her dreams.

With a huff of frustration, her mind made up that enough was enough, she got up out of bed to talk to Chakotay.

She came around the frosted glass, her eyes on Chakotay's face. He looked up from his etching as she approached, and she watched as his gaze dropped down to her breasts briefly before coming back to her face. She knew her nipples were still hard from the arousal that she could do nothing about, and frankly, at the moment, she didn't give a damn. With a silent sigh, she sat down across from him, "We have to talk about this."

She was shocked at the calm with which her voice emerged. Her fingers itched to reach across the table and touch him, but she refrained, letting them worry the skin of her opposite hand instead while he set his etching down slowly, focusing on her face, "Alright."

"I think we need to define some parameters...about us." She felt a slight victory as his face fell, trepidation morphing his features into that of anxiety, and it gave her the courage she needed, knowing that he was waging his own emotional battle across the table.

"I'm not sure I can...define parameters." His tone was slightly dejected, but she could already see his countenance morphing into one of understanding; she knew he would do anything she needed and be anything she needed him to be…

...if he only knew what she was about to spring on him, she thought as a thrill went through her.

"Well, lucky for you then, I've already come up with a few of my own," she arched her eyebrow just a millimeter, but it was enough to catch Chakotay's attention. He turned his head just slightly, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure her angle. She paused in her response, drawing out his anticipation and her own, waiting until he gave her the faintest nod to continue.

"As you know, I have been struggling with our exile for the last several weeks, and haven't seemed very appreciative for all you've done to make our lives more comfortable, and for that I apologize. I have been waging my own battle with my feelings, especially my feelings towards you, and I think it's obvious that there is...something...between us," she paused and he nodded, the trepidation back on his face, "Well I'm tired of having to deal with this emotion...this," she gestured between them, "whatever this is. And I think defining parameters is the only thing to do to alleviate the tension."

"Kathryn, I don't," his brow furrowed, creating the smallest pinch between his eyebrows.

"Chakotay, please let me finish," she pulled out her best commanding tone, grinning inwardly in triumph at the darkening of Chakotay's eyes. This was almost too easy. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap in defeat, allowing her to speak her piece.

"Parameter number one; we will have sex at least five days a week." She softened her tone, attempting and apparently achieving her aim at nonchalance as Chakotay stared at her for a moment before his lips parted slightly as his jaw fell. "Day or night doesn't really matter to me unless you have a preference."

She watched as Chakotay's mind raced with every possible reason for her to be saying these things to him, his gaze dancing from her eyes to her lips, to her hands and back again. A half dozen emotions crossed his face in a split second and just as he opened his mouth, she stood up, coming to stand next to him on his side of the table. "Parameter number two; if I don't come...you don't come." His mouth did drop open at that and Kathryn's eyes fell to his lips as he licked them, leaving the faintest path of moisture across his perfect bottom lip. The anticipation was delicious and her heart beat wildly in her chest.

She moved closer to him and he turned his chair to face her, his hands now gripping the arm rests, his knuckles white with the effort to keep his hands to himself. It was her turn to moisten her own lips at the sight of his erection tenting the fabric of his pants. She swallowed, trying to clear the lump in her throat so she could continue.

Through heavily lidded eyes, she looked down as she moved to straddle him. Grasping her long nightgown with both hands, she fisted the fabric, lifting it to give her enough mobility to sit on Chakotay's lap, her thighs on either side of his. His hardness was straining towards her, and though she was desperate to press her center against him to alleviate the tension for both of them, she wasn't quite finished yet.

His hands came to her hips to steady her as she sat down fully on his thighs, "Parameter number three; we must try something new every week until all options have been explored." She heard him moan low in his throat and a shiver of excitement surged through her, causing her to tremble and his fingers to press into her hips almost to the point of pain.

"Kathryn," his voice was a smokey growl, and rough with desire, but she still wasn't finished. She placed a finger against his lips to silence him, her own mouth opening with a gasp as his tongue slipped out of his mouth to tease her digit. She let her finger fall, dragging his bottom lip down slightly as she applied pressure there.

"Parameter number four," her own voice nearly betraying her as her arousal threatened to close her throat once again. Blood was pounding through her veins and her cheeks were on fire as she felt Chakotay's hands slide up her ribcage, his thumbs ghosting underneath her breasts, purposefully avoiding the contact that she craved, "One day a week will be naked day. Neither of us will wear clothes for at least twelve hours." She inched her body forward until the very tip of his erection made contact with her center. Her eyes fell shut as a moan escaped her and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Anything else?" His voice was pure gravel and lust and her eyes opened and landed on his face. Had she not known he was as aroused as she was, she would have been frightened by the look of hunger on his face; he wanted to devour her, and she wanted to let him.

Taking hold of his shoulders, she used her grip as leverage to slide her hips flush against his, watching his face contort in pleasure as he bucked up into her, pressing his hardness against her aching core. "I believe that's it," she husked out on a moan, grazing her lips against his as she moved her mouth to his ear, feeling him shudder as her breath played against his neck. "Are my parameters acceptable?"

He growled in answer, leaning down to bite the flesh of her neck as he slammed her hips against his once again.