Kathryn rushed through the grounds of Starfleet Head Quarters, she only had five minutes to get to her meeting with Admiral Paris, but since her fight with Mark this morning nothing had gone right: first her repacator malfunctioned so she hadn't had anything to eat, and was only drinking tap water, then when she was having a shower the hot water supply had stopped for some reason which she didn't know, then she couldn't find her Captains uniform and ended up leaving the house late.
She walked past Paris' sectary and in to his office saying, "Sorry, I'm late Owen," she closed the door. When she turned towards his desk she was surprised to find Seven of Nine and Tom Paris sitting in front of it. She was slightly embarrassed by turning up late in front of her former crew members; she walked over to the only chair free next to Tom and sat down, placing her data padd on her lap.
"That's alright, Captain." Paris said then begun to inform them why they were there. "I've decided that the ships design team could use a few extra ideas for the new ship their working on. I've chosen you three to generate those extra ideas." He handed them each a data padd, and explained. "This contain the semantics for the new ship, I want to improve on them."
Kathryn stared down at the new padd in her hands, not reading it – she was playing what happened this morning over in her mind.
Time soon passed and Paris dismissed them, Kathryn, who had given her padd to the Admiral, stood and turned for the door, but Paris called her back, "Kathryn."
Kathryn stopped and turned back to face the grey haired man. His expression didn't give away what was wrong with him, but his grey blue eyes did, he was concerned about her. This man had known her since her Academy days, she had served aboard two vessels with him, it was him who told her to switch from a science career to the Command track – he know when something was wrong with her and since she was mostly quite during the meeting, he guessed something was wrong.
"Yes sir?"
"Is everything alright, you were awfully quite during the entire meeting."
Kathryn smiled, "Yes sir, I'm fine."
Paris smiled at her, Starfleet Captains were all the same saying they were fine when it was clear they weren't, but Paris was going to question her anymore about it – if she was fine, then she was fine. "Okay, dismissed."
Kathryn continued to smile as she left his office and headed back to the busy streets.
****
It was 1500, half an hour since Kathryn had left her meeting, she was now sat outside her favorite café, the Coffee Corner, drinking some black coffee.
"Kath."
She looked up to see Mark standing in front of her, she didn't answer, she was still angry at him about what happened.
"I'm sorry for how I acted this morning, I shouldn't have gotten angry and shouted at you."
Kathryn continued to stare at him before saying, "I'm sorry to, I also shouldn't have shouted."
"Do you want to go somewhere, to talk?" He asked.
Kathryn stood up Mark extended his hand and she took hold it then he lead her away from the café and down the street.
"Where are we going?" She asked as they turned the corner to the area that had traditional houses on either side of the street, then she realized where they were going – "Your house?"
"You haven't seen it." He replied.
Unlike Kathryn, Mark lived in a traditional house, one that was not as technologic as her apartment. He lead her up the front steps and unlocked the door and showed her in. the house wasn't that big, in the hall was the stairs to the first floor, and two doors, one to the kitchen the other to the living area.
Mark walked in to the living area, Kathryn followed, then, taken her by surprise, he spun round and kissed her, Kathryn found herself responding.
After a moment he drew back, Kathryn pushed herself against him as she trailed kisses down his neck. Mark moved her away then said. "Beg."
Kathryn looked at him in disbelief, was she hearing right, did he just order her to beg. "What?"
"Beg." He repeated.
"Mark, don't do this." She said.
Mark kissed her neck, she went to kiss his lips but he moved his head away and went back to her neck. His hands ran down to her butt and he pushed her harder against him, again she went for his lips but he moved his head away. "Don't do what, Kath?" He moved his face in front of hers, their lips just a centimeter apart. "Don't do this?" He brushed his lips over hers, but took it no farther.
"Mark," Kathryn whispered, she didn't want to have to beg, but he wasn't leaving her any choice, she put her arms around his neck, Mark took hold of them and placed them at her sides.
Then he undid her black and red jacket, took it off and dropped it to the floor. Then he slipped off her grey turtleneck jacket, which also went on the floor, followed by her tank-top, to expose her bare chest. Mark then pulled her close to his again; one arm rested around her waist to keep her close to him, the other hand cupped her breast squeezing it, massaging it. He brushed his lips back over hers, slightly kissing her, Kathryn went to deepen to kiss but Mark moved his head back and looked in to her blue eyes, still fondling with her breast. Then his hands went to her butt, and he started kissing her neck, working his way down to her breast were his hand was once. He started licking it, sucking it, capturing her nipple between his lips.
"Oh, God." Kathryn moaned as she rested her hands on the back of Marks neck, pushing his head against her. She couldn't take this any more. "Please, Mark, please."
"Please what?" Mark asked as his hands started tugging at her trousers.
"Please give it to me." She begged as her trousers fell down to her ankles and Mark replaced his hands back on to her now naked butt.
"Give what to you, Kath?" He whispered in her ear as he started to nibble on it.
"Sex." She said in a short gasp as she started to undo his shirt.
Mark looked at her, "Your ex?" He smiled teasingly.
Kathryn threw his shirt to the floor as she shook her head. "No. Sex, Mark, please." She begged as her hands roamed down his chest to his trousers, Mark grabbed her hands before she could do anything.
"What do you want me to do, Kath?" Mark asked as he pushed her up to the closed door and pressed himself hard in to her.
Kathryn looked at him, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her breathing had quickened and she wanted him. "Fuck me, Mark. Now. Hard. Please."
Mark smiled before kissing her with a hungry urgency that was fierce and hard…
****
Kathryn laid down on her bed, it was now late evening. She had just got out of her bath and was still in her dressing gown. She sighed and closed her eyes, thoughts of Mark running through her head that they felt real. His hands roaming over her body, slowly untying her robe to reveal her naked body, cupping her breasts, gently squeezing them, stroking them. Then one hand ran down her stomach and between her creamy thighs, his fingers slowly prodding her.
Beep. Beep.
Kathryn's eyes flew open – Mark gone – to find it was her hands roaming her body, not his. She moved her hands away from her breast and from her thighs.
Beep. Beep.
She sat up on her elbows to look at her laptop on the desk. Whoever they were had better have a very important reason for interrupting an intimate moment, or there's going to be a hanging at dawn, she thought as she did up her robe.
Beep. Beep.
She was thinking about not answering it, pretend that she was asleep, but the beeping would distract her.
She sat in front of her laptop and pressed the button to answer whoever was calling her.
Chakotay's face appeared on the screen.
"Chakotay," Kathryn sounded shock, she wasn't expecting it to be him, she was half hoping it was Mark.
Chakotay smiled as her. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No." You just interrupted other things, but she wasn't about to tell her former Commander that.
"I was wondering if you wanted to take the Delta Flyer for a spin."
Kathryn stared at him, hanging at dawn, "Where to?"
"There's a place I want to show you, but I'm not going to tell you where." He answered.
"Okay, are you going to pick me up?" She asked, maybe getting out would help clear her head of Mark.
Chakotay nodded, "See you in 15 minutes." Then the screen went black.
Kathryn sighed and looked over to her bed, she wanted to go back there – back to Mark – but it was to late now, she stood and walked over to her wardrobe to find something to wear.
