Loves A Killer
Rating: R
Summary: After getting Voyager home, Janeway starts seeing Mark again. After Mark leaves his wife, Janeway soon becomes the target of a hit man…
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Kathryn Janeway walked in to her apartment. It had been three days since she had gotten Voyager home, but she didn't feel 'at home.' Her small San Francisco apartment wasn't like her quarters aboard the Starship, it was to quite, and though it had a nice view of Starfleet Headquarters, she missed the stars of the Delta Quadrant, her home for the last seven years. And the other thing she didn't like was the fact that she was alone. She had gone from living on a ship with roughly 160 people to being by herself, and she was lonely. When she woke up during the night, she would read or stare out of the window, on Voyager she might go to the holodeck, or see if her Commander was awake. She still hadn't gotten out of the habit of having to wake up at 5 o'clock to go to work.
Kathryn walked over to the window of the living room; it covered the entire of wall that was opposite the door. From it she could see the Headquarters standing nearly as tall as the block of apartments she was in, surrounding it was smaller buildings of offices, homes and a few shops. Boned them was more buildings that stretched to the edge of the city, but she couldn't see that far.
Kathryn sat down on a grey chair that was in the corner next to the window, she looked out to watch the sunset. The sky turning to an orange yellow colour, small shuttle crafts flying pass the buildings.
She looked over to her laptop that was on her glass coffee table which was between her two peach coloured sofas in the middle of the room. Three days since she had been back and she was surprised not to hear anything from Mark Johnson. Mark was her ex-fiancé, they were engaged when she left, for what was meant to be a '3 week mission,' but when they made contact with Earth four years in to their journey she had gotten a letter from him saying he had moved on and married a co-worker. She missed him, since she got back to Earth that feeling had grown.
She looked back to the window and closed her eyes, she was exhausted. She had been on her feet since getting back: going to briefings, seeing family and friends, having to write reports on their mission – that alone kept her up to the late hours of the night.
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There was a knock at the door, Kathryn opened her eyes and realized that she had fallen asleep. She looked out of the window, it was dark, the only light was coming from the buildings. She stood and stretched her legs, when there was another knock; she sighed to herself and walked over to the door. She glanced at the clock on the computer panel next to the door; it was 2335, who the hell would visit at this time of night? She thought as she took hold of the handle to open the door, to find Mark standing opposite her.
"Mark." She gasped in shock.
He smiled at her. "Hi, Kath."
Kathryn stood still before saying, "Please come in." she motioned with her hand for him to enter her living area, when he did walk in, she shut the door. Mark turned to face her then opened his arms out for a hug; Kathryn didn't hesitate to go to him. When her arms were around his waist, Mark put his tightly around her shoulders. Kathryn didn't want the hug to end, she missed him terribly, and now she was back in his arms were it was warm and safe, but now he didn't belong to her anymore.
Mark slowly pulled out of her embrace and put his arms by his side, Kathryn did the same. When he looked at her he could see she was sadden by the end of their hug, it wasn't in her expression, it was in her eyes.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked as she walked over to her repacator so Mark couldn't see the tears that were now beginning to run down her cheeks.
"No thanks." He replied as he sat on a sofa.
"Coffee. Black." As the cup of warm coffee martealized in front of her, Kathryn quickly wiped her eyes and then picked up the cup to sit next to Mark.
"Kathryn, I'm sorry for ending our engagement, you most probably want an expiation so here it is, I… well, you know–" he stammered.
"– Mark, I don't need an expiation, I understand." Kathryn interrupted.
Mark looked her in the eyes. "You do?"
I do, Kathryn forced a smile as a memory floated back to her. When Mark had proposed to her and she had said 'yes' he had replied 'you do' for her to say 'I do.' "Of course."
Mark sighed, it sounded like he was relieved he didn't have to explain himself for why he left her. He wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her close to his chest, something she had wanted to happen since her first night in the Delta Quadrant – her first night away from him.
She sighed as her arms wrapped around him, she closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat as his head rested on top of hers. This is what she wanted, just him and her forever, no one else – she didn't need anyone else.
He pulled away from her and stared at her face.
After a moment Kathryn said, "Mark?"
"Your hair, you've cut your hair." He commented as he ran a hand through her short auburn hair. The last time he had seen her, before she left for the Badlands, it came down to her waist and she mostly wore it up in a bun, now it was cut in to a bob.
"Yes, I thought it would be better – more manageable – if it was cut short." She flashed her lop-sided grin at him, "You do like it, don't you?"
"It's beautiful."
Kathryn continued to grin at him, but stopped when he looked back in to her eyes. Old feelings started burning again. Desire. Passion. Love. Everything she had once felt for him, when he was hers. No, Kathryn, he's married, you cant do this, you cant have him, but Kathryn Janeway was a woman who always got what she wanted, no matter what.
Mark's hand, which was still in her hair, ran down to cup her cheek; the he bent forward to kiss her, Kathryn kissed him back. Mark slipped her blue dress straps down her arms to reveal her bare shoulders, and then started to kiss the base of her neck, something she like and couldn't resist. Kathryn wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands running through his short grey hair. Her head was screaming at her to stop, her heart – and everything else – was telling her to carry on.
He pushed her gently back on to the sofa, cupping one of her breasts in his hand, as he looked at her face, the desire in her eyes. "Oh, Kath." He whispered before reclaiming her lips again, and they spent the night making up for seven years apart…
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It was early morning, Kathryn stood at the window reading a padd, on it was written.
'To: Captain Kathryn Janeway
From: Admiral Owen Paris
Subject: New Ship Designs Meeting
Captain, could you please report to Starfleet Head Quarters at 1300 today for a meeting on new ship design, I've decided we could use some more input on this
Thank you
Admiral Paris'
Kathryn switched off the padd and put it on the table in the corner the stared back out of the window. It was 0750, the sun was just rising, she was hoping to meet up with a few friends today, but that would have to wait for another day. She rubbed her hands over her tired eyes and sighed as a pair of arms wrapped round her waist and Marks head rested on her shoulder.
He kissed her cheek, then spun her around to face him and planted a kiss on her lips. Kathryn drew back and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Mark, we cant, you're married. What happened last night shouldn't of." She said softly.
Mark stared at her like she was joking, "You're kidding right?"
Kathryn stood still not saying anything.
"You're not. Kath, you're the one I've always wanted, no one else." He told her.
Kathryn tried hard not to feel flattered and to maintain her seriousness, but her 'serious mask' cracked and she smiled at him.
"That's better." Mark kissed her again the asked, "What do you have planned got today?"
"I've got a meeting at 1300 at Head Quarters, with Owen." She answered.
"Well, that's ages yet." Mark started kissing the base of her neck, slowly working his way up to her mouth. Once he had captured her lips again, Kathryn wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands back through his hair, as she kissed him harder. Mark's hands slided down her back, sending a tingly sensation through her, until they reached her butt, he cupped it in both hands, then pushed her hips against his, giving her rear a squeeze as he did.
Kathryn was glad they weren't dressed in much, Mark was only in a pair of trousers and she was in a white knee length dress. She felt his aching bulge prod in to thigh making her thrust herself even harder against him.
Mark drew back from their passionate kisses, both of their breathing had quickened; Kathryn stopped moving and stared at him, with a wondrous look in her eyes. Then she took hold of his hand and pulled him down to the floor – and on top of her to begin their kissing again.
Kathryn had forgotten that they were in front of the living area window, there wasn't many shuttles out though – but right now she couldn't care less if they were being broadcasted on every single laptop on Earth, she wanted him and she wanted him now.
She ran her hands down his muscular chest and down to his trousers. She found the button that did them up and started to undo it, trying to free him from the confides of the clothing. The button came undone after a moment, she undid the zip without any problems then pushed the trousers off his hips and down his legs, then she hooked her left around his.
Mark pulled her right leg up, pushed her dress up to her stomach then rested both of his hands on her hips; Kathryn's hands were on his butt, her nails beginning to dig in to skin.
He started thrusting hard in to her, as he kissed her neck, then her throat, before he reclaimed her mouth, his tongue sliding between her lips to dance with hers.
Mark then thrusted in to her, Kathryn cried out as she arched against him, then they were still both of them sweating slightly and breathing heavily. Mark gave her a little kiss, and then rested his head on her chest.
After a moment of silence Kathryn asked, "Wont Carla be wondering were you are?"
Mark's head snapped up to her, Kathryn got a feeling that she had said something wrong. He then got off her and stood, pulling his trousers up as he did, Kathryn watched him do them up then pick up his shirt from the back of the sofa, he put it on and started doing up the buttons.
Kathryn stood up and straightened out her dress then turned to Mark, "Mark, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He answered coldly.
"Yes there is." She snapped then took a deep breath to calm herself. "I'm sorry to snap, but did I say something wrong?"
"You mentioned her," Mark started towards the door, "this has nothing to do with her!"
Kathryn followed him as she shouted, "This has everything to do with her, she's your wife!"
Mark grabbed the door handle and looked back at Kathryn, then without another word, he walked out of her apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Kathryn stared at the closed door, her mouth slightly parted, then she sighed as she placed her hands on her hips, she could tell this was going to be a long day…
