Chakotay sighed as he exited the turbo lift. It was late and he wanted nothing more than a hot shower, hopefully with Kathryn, a glass of wine and his bed. He nodded at Ensign Fisher as she came around the corner as he headed towards Kathryn's quarters…their quarters. He'd officially moved everything into her quarters and B'Elanna had worked with a team from engineering to open up the wall between the Captain's and First Officer's rooms. They had a nursery set up and much more room to move around.
Finally reaching the door, he keyed in the access code with a sigh, glad to finally be home.
It had been nearly three weeks since Quarra, and life was finally getting back to normal. Long-range sensors showed empty space for the foreseeable future and Chakotay was thrilled. Everyone could use a bit of a break, and he himself was exhausted from the extra shifts he'd had to pick up while everyone got their memories back. He was ready for a relaxing evening with the woman he loved.
He was not, however, prepared for the sounds that met him when he entered their quarters.
Kathryn's moans of pleasure were loud and distinguishable in the quiet room, and Chakotay's heart hammered in his chest. He froze in place, trying to determine where Kathryn was in the living space.
The sounds were coming from the bedroom and Chakotay's breath caught in his lungs.
"Mmm, yes," Kathryn's voice husked out and Chakotay's heart rate picked up; he could feel the heat rise in his face, "Oh, right there."
She was obviously enjoying herself, and he pictured her in his mind's eye. He felt himself grow hard as he pictured her pleasuring herself. It wasn't the first time he'd caught her masturbating, as the second trimester had greatly increased her sex drive, and sometimes she just couldn't wait for him to return to their quarters, often starting without him.
His exhaustion from the day quickly morphed into heady desire as he drew down the zip on his jacket, shucking it off and tossing it on the chair inside the door. The heat rose in his cheeks as he reached for the zip of his pants, eager to see Kathryn as he walked into the bedroom.
Immediately the heat in his cheeks turned to embarrassment at the sight before him. B'Elanna and Kathryn were playing an old earth card game; they both sat on the bed across from each other with the cards between them. Kathryn had discarded her uniform jacket as well and wore only her Starfleet issue gray tank top, and Tom sat behind her, massaging her back. Kathryn looked up when Chakotay entered, her features relaxed and a smile quickly pulling her lips up. "There you are. I was starting to wonder what was keeping you."
He tugged his ear before his hands quickly clasped in front of his crotch, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by Tom or Kathryn. B'Elanna seemed to notice something was off at the sudden tension in the room, setting her cards down and turning to look at her friend.
"I had some reports to go over with Harry and Tuvok, and write next week's duty roster." He seriously hoped Kathryn hadn't invited Tom and B'Elanna to a late dinner. He was in no mood now to entertain, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his uniform pants behind his hands. He didn't offer any more than that, and Kathryn could tell that he didn't plan to.
"Well," Tom spoke, moving away from Kathryn and off the bed, "We should probably get going." He could feel the tension ratchet up in the room and wanted to rescue himself and his wife from it as quickly as possible. "We will see you both tomorrow. Thanks for the visit, Captain. Glad to see the little ones are doing well." B'Elanna got up quickly, smiled at Kathryn before leaving with Tom. Chakotay heard the door open and close, but remained rooted on the spot.
Kathryn watched him for just a moment before getting up to come and stand before him, "Chakotay, what on earth is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost." She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and that seemed to bring him back to the present. He pulled away from her touch and exited the room, going to sit on the sofa, dropping his head into his hands.
"Chakotay, what the hell is the matter?" Kathryn sat down beside him, resting her hand on his knee, "You're scaring me."
"It's embarrassing," he looked over at her, his fingers still pressed into his forehead. She merely quirked an eyebrow for him to continue. He chuckled, leaning back against the sofa. "I came in...and heard you moaning. I thought," he sighed in frustration as his semi-hard erection refused to completely go away. "I thought you were alone...and I was very eager to join you." He glanced down at his lap and she smiled knowingly, "It was just disappointing to find that you weren't alone. But it's fine. I'm glad you had Tom and B'Elanna keeping you company, and I'm sorry they felt the need to rush off like that."
Kathryn pressed her lips together and rested her hand on his thigh, high enough to tell him that he shouldn't let the air out of his sails quite yet. He chuckled at her gesture and kissed her forehead before leaning down to capture her lips.
He sighed, "I should apologize to Tom and B'Elanna." He shook his head at his own behavior, but then glanced back at Kathryn, "Why was Tom rubbing your back? You usually see the Doctor for prenatal massages."
She let out a chuckle, "Chakotay, The Doctor taught Tom some prenatal massage techniques when they found out B'Elanna was pregnant. They came for a visit earlier and B'Elanna mentioned it. You know how much my back has been aching lately...he was only trying to help." Chakotay grinned and nodded.
"I know, and I can tell you enjoyed it." He sighed again, draping his arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer to his side. "It's just been a long day and I was looking forward to a quiet evening alone with you." He scrubbed his face with his hands, "I'll have to apologize to B'Elanna and Tom. I shouldn't have been so rude to them. I was just a bit...distracted by the noises you were making." He turned and his eyes bore into Kathryn's, his lips drawing up in a smirk, "I'm not used to hearing sounds like that come from you when I'm not...part of the fun." He winked and she laughed. "But I'll have to have the Doctor teach me some of those massage techniques. I don't want any other man on this ship hearing you make those sounds." His dimples pressed into his face and she laughed.
"Oh, my dear man, what am I going to do with you?"
"Mmm, join me in the shower and have your way with me?"
She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile gracing her lips, "Mmm, make it a bath and you've got a deal."
=/\=
Chakotay woke up early, kissing Kathryn's forehead before sliding out of bed to get dressed. Not wanting to wake her, he moved quietly, taking his uniform from the bureau and going into the bathroom to get ready for his day.
He had taken on extra duty shift work, going over many of the reports that should have been Kathryn's responsibility. As she progressed in her pregnancy, he was trying to slowly and methodically siphon off some of Kathryn's extra work and make it his own. The longer he could do it without her noticing, the more relaxed she would be, and the happier he would be. If losing an hour of sleep a night kept Captain Janeway relaxed during the day and Kathryn relaxed in the evenings, it was well worth it for them all.
He was pleased that he beat Kathryn to the bridge that morning, having finished the shift rotations for the week, he helped the Doctor sort and organize supplies for his annual self audit, and picked up the warp core diagnostic reports from engineering that he would look over between lunch and dinner, hopefully when Kathryn excused herself from the bridge to her Ready Room.
Kathryn sat down beside him, her hands resting on her stomach as she took the PADD that Chakotay offered, going over the reports from Gamma shift. Chakotay himself had already addressed several issues, removing them from the checklist before she could even see them.
"Everything looks as it should. Thank you, Commander."
He grinned, taking the PADD back, "Yes, ma'am. Seems Gamma shift had an uneventful night." She nodded, looking forward to the viewscreen.
"Anything interesting on long range sensors, Mr. Kim."
"No, Captain. Clear skies as far as the eye can see." Kathryn turned in her seat and grinned up at the Ensign, nodding.
"Six years ago that news would have been disappointing, but today, I must say it sounds lovely." Everyone on the bridge chuckled, nodding their agreement, "Ahead warp eight, Mr. Paris."
"Yes ma'am," Tom worked his console, increasing the speed of the ship.
Kathryn surprised Chakotay when she stood back up, "You have the bridge, Commander." he nodded, glad she was already excusing herself to her ready room for a break.
He knew, and told her so frequently, that she was more than capable of handling a full bridge shift on duty, but the more she could take breaks and relax, the better it would be for herself and both babies. She'd accepted that with grace, and very rarely did he have to suggest to her that she take a moment for herself. She had made a conscious effort, especially after Quarra, to take it easy when the opportunity presented itself.
Several hours passed and Kathryn had yet to re-emerge from her ready room, though Chakotay was not concerned. She was sending regular messages from her computer to the console beside him.
After another thirty minutes, she requested he join her. Handing over the bridge to Tuvok, he made for her ready room.
"Everything alright, Kathryn?" She smiled, leaning back in her desk chair and running her hands through her hair as she stretched. Chakotay tried not to notice how her breasts pressed against her uniform jacket.
"Yes, I just finished going over B'Elanna's report on the gel-packs that were malfunctioning last week. Looks like she's gotten them all straightened out." Chakotay nodded, sitting down across from her and pouring himself a glass of tea from the pot she had sitting there.
"Have you eaten yet?" He took a sip of the tea, smiling when he recognized it as one of his own personal blends that Kathryn had become quite fond of, replicating it with a certain frequency. She shook her head, moving several PADDs around, looking for one in particular.
"Why don't you take a break? We can head to the mess hall now; have a light lunch before Gamma shift wakes up and before Beta shift reports for duty."
Kathryn smiled at Chakotay, "I still have to hear Icheb's report on early Starfleet history, but I'll join you after?" Chakotay nodded, and stood up.
"How long will you be?" He came around the desk and helped her to her feet, pulling her into his arms with a sigh, loving the feeling of her there as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
"Icheb is due in about ten minutes, and his report should take no longer than fifteen or twenty." She gave him a squeeze before pulling away to look up at him, "Let's say thirty minutes?"
"Alright then," he leaned down and nipped her lips gently, "I'll see you soon." Picking up his tea, he returned to the bridge.
=/\=
Icheb's twenty-minute presentation droned on and Kathryn, tired and frustrated and hungry, interrupted him roughly forty-five minutes after he had started speaking. He seemed confused as to the abruptness with which she excused him, but seemed proud none the less when she 'passed' him in the subject in which he'd given his report.
Finally alone, she was just about to tap her comm badge to call Chakotay to just meet her back in her ready room and they could replicate something when a voice sounded from behind her. She spun in place to see a young man, roughly Icheb's age, but human in appearance. He wore a Starfleet command uniform and a cocky expression.
"I would have failed him," the young man spoke, perched on the back of her sofa where seconds ago there had been no one. He got up to approach Kathryn and she felt panic begin to rise up in her chest. Then she did tap her comm badge.
"Janeway to security," She knew Tuvok was just on the other side of her ready room door and would be glad to take care of this problem for her.
Unfortunately her hail was met with silence. She was just about to call again, but the young man spoke before she could.
"Don't bother," he leaned down, picking up a small bowl full of the chocolate covered coffee beans she kept on hand for Chakotay, picking through them, choosing a large one to toss into his mouth, "I trapped your crew in a temporal loop. They keep experiencing the last thirty seconds over and over again." He chuckled, "Almost as monotonous as drone boy's essay." He popped a second chocolate in his mouth.
Sighing inwardly, she stepped forward, her irritation growing by the second. She was not in the mood for this nonsense, whatever this nonsense may be, "Who are you?" She spoke ice into her tone as she approached the boy.
"I know he's grown since you last saw him, Kathy," she felt her heart sink at the familiar voice, one she hadn't expected to ever hear again. Turning to look at the man sitting at her desk, her suspicions were confirmed. "Don't tell me you can't see the family resemblance." The man got up from her desk chair and came around to put his arm around the younger boy, "This is my son...Q."
