Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Crazy
Chapter 19
That Coffee Thing…um…
"Ugh."
I woke up with a headache, and in sickbay. "Why am I here?"
The doctor came over and scanned me. "Oh good, that Irish coffee that Q gave you…"
"IRISH COFFEE? That fucking bastard!" I got out and hit the force field. "Doctor!"
"Coming!"
I sighed. "Force field down!"
It switched off and I stomped out of sickbay.
"Wait, Captain!"
I turned. "What?"
"Um…" He snorted.
"What is it now?"
He started laughing, and I gave up and walked off to my quarters.
"Stupid Trelane. Stupid Q. Coffee, black, hot."
It died out, and I kicked it with my boot. "Asshole replicator."
I sat down. Stupid plot holes.
(Me: Kathryn!
Kathryn: Yeah, what?
Me: Stay with the script!)
Chakotay came in and kissed me softly. "You're lovely."
"Yeah, after getting drunk…"
"I don't mind." He went to the replicator. "Whisky."
My eyes widened. "What are you doing, Chakotay?"
"I'll play you, Kathy."
"Play me what?"
"Poker."
***
"Shit…" I muttered, drinking the whole bottle.
Chakotay leaned against me. "Lovely, isn't it?" His fingers ran through my hair, and his breath smelled like whisky.
"It is…" I leaned against him, running my hands over his body, stopping at his abdomen.
He fondled my breasts, and I moaned in pleasure…
***
I vomited with out pleasure. I flushed the toilet, and groaned as the water hit me.
"Asshole…"
Chakotay came in and vomited in the toilet, and leaned against me.
"Asshole."
We both smiled, and washed up, together in the bathtub.
"Chakotay, what of the ship?"
"What about that?"
"Nothing."
I snuggled close, and he wrapped his hands around me, kissing my hair.