Title: Coffee
Author: Juliet Norrington
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Meh. Paramount
owns 'em, I'm just playing
with 'em…
Summery: A lament for Kathryn. Companion to "Rain"
A/N: J/C version of my HP story, "Vanilla".
Chakotay's PoV
o.o
Coffee.
She smelled like coffee. Many times I would burry my face in
her long silky curls, and breathe in her warm, tingly scent. She was beautiful.
My fingers used to dance along her soft, smooth skin, making her laugh, or
moan, whatever I wanted. She used to tease me about my being in total control,
but we both knew it was not so. My fingers always looked so dark on her warm,
pale skin, like the sun touching the moon.
I will always remember her laugh, the soft bubbly laugh that
I would always hear whenever I played her. She was so ticklish. I remember when
she used to laugh for me daily, throwing back her luscious curls and sending
her laugh to the summer sky. I thought those days would never end- in my mind I
can still see her swinging on the tree swing, back and forth, back and forth…
and at dusk, when she would dance in the darkening meadow, a firefly on each
finger. Our summer was a frenzy of laughing and love making. She would be lying
in the shallows of our lake, bathing her body in the sunlight, and I would swim
over and make love and make love and make love…
Our winter was spent curled up on the floor beside our fire,
studying until both our eyes ached. Making dinner, and having small food fights
with the ingredients. Snowball fights at the sunrise, and nights spent with our
heads and bodies cuddling close under the heavy blankets, warming each other
against the cold, cold air. Once, we were one. Together.
Whole. Perfect. But now, my beautiful ice queen is
gone.
I cannot bring myself to hate her. It's impossible. Every
time I try, I remember everything I did and said to her, before my eyes were
finally opened. The things that still haunt me, and will until my dying day,
along with the last time I saw her. She was smiling, and in her eyes there was
a bright and happy sparkle. She was wearing the dark green dress she knew I
loved, and the silver necklace I gave her. She looked so happy, so blissfully
happy. And so was I. I was as happy as she, for I thought that this life would
never end, and every day I could tell the world that I loved Kathryn Janeway!
But it was not to be so.
My bed still remembers her body, her soft, beautiful body. It cries for her to join me, as my body and mind cries for her. And it still clings to her scent, the heavenly scent of coffee that is forever imbedded in my pillow.