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anyways they belong to the people of Paramount!!
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews ( , they excite me and make me want to write more!!! Let me know what you think of Chapter 2!!
Warm candlelight flickered through Kathryn's quarters as she prepared the meal for that night. She felt so, calm so at peace, just like the dancing flame, and her heart played a soft tune of girlish joys. She couldn't stop dreaming about today's events on the bridge, she touched her hand, in a way she could still feel the warmth of his touch. She'd swear something made her love him more everyday.
"Come in," she said facing the replicator, trying to conceal her joy of seeing him again.
Chakotay's footsteps were heard as he glided into the room, he raised his nose in the air and proclaimed," Smells like you succeeded in not burning dinner for once."
Janeways voice played a teasing tone, "Careful what you say commander or I may change the special to burnt Chakotay al la maul."
He smiled and stood behind his seat, never did he sit down before her, "such a gentleman," she thought.
"I brought the wine," he said holding up a handsome bottle the velvety liquid
"Good for you, I hope this is better than Neelix's leola root substitute from last week," she said half serious, half joking, she was still trying to keep the joy of being with him out of her voice.
"Ahh," Chakotay exclaimed, "No this is something I picked up from a trading post not too long ago, the name intrigued me," he studied the label. "It's called 'Vandola Montelizacta be on Cenzanu, hmm quite a name. The Universal translator says it means, 'Fruit of the Montelizacta that forms in the mouth of a warted tree."
Janeway raised an eyebrow, "And you say you were 'intrigued' by the name? Maybe I'll stick with the leola root."
"Well I must say I've never had wine from a 'warted tree,' but what's wrong with being a little exotic once in a while," Chakotay said grinning.
"Being in the Delta Quadrant is exotic enough for me, thank you," Kathryn stated spinning around to face him.
He chuckled, "So what's for dinner?"
"An Italian pasta with vegetables, a roll and butter, oh yes, and your wart infested wine," Kathryn had such an aura about her when she spoke of the food, she sounded very elegant, like a waitress from a fancy restraint. She could even make wart infested wine sound good.
"Sounds delicious, care for the first sip," he teased as he poured a full glass of the rosy-brown solution.
Kathryn glared at him and bravely took a taste of the so-called wine. She winced and mouthed, "Not bad."
Chakotay looked at her amused and taken in by the pleasant reaction he took a gulp from the glimmering glass. "Kathryn," He shouted, "You tricked me, I should know you better!" He continued to choke on the fluid spewing it out like water from a whale's spout.
She just looked at him, a glimmer of evil in her eyes, "How do you say, unbearably bitter."
"That's how I would describe you after this," he snorted, still gagging on warted wine.
They both shared a quiet laugh and settled down to enjoy their meal. Chakotay watched her face across the velvety candlelit table; she was so beautiful to him, almost untouchably beautiful. He reached out to touch her hand lingering on her glass, "So tell me , what made you miss home so much today on the bridge?"
Kathryn took a deep breath, then squeezed his hand and began to tell him of the bittersweet dream. Throughout the course of the story Kathryn's eyes traveled from the table to their linked hands, then to his face and back again. Chakotay's breath tightened, he hated to see her like this, she was so vulnerable to pain, and all he wanted to do was rid her of it and replace the pain with comfort, peace, and happiness.
Kathryn watched Chakotay across the table, a warm light illuminating his tattoo, and casting shadows upon his face. He sat there listening to her so intently, so patiently, with a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes. She could almost taste the hint of love in air between them, a love that may never work out. She sighed and her thoughts drifted back to her home in Indiana, to mother, to Phoebe, to Mark...oh Mark, she had lost him just like Justin, and she knew she could never afford to lose Chakotay. Although that may the only way the path leads, there may be no other alternate trail. She sighed, she hoped that wasn't her fate, she hoped she wouldn't have to let him drift away from her, she needed him, if not only for his friendship, but for the care and concern he had for her. Sure she was strong she would get used to living without him...or could she. Loneliness had always been her biggest fear, and it was easy to drift into that dark cloud when you're on a ship in the middle of space.
The both sat there in silence, hand linked like that morning on the bridge. The soft sounds of Kathryn's music filtered in and calmed them both. Chakotay kept his eyes fixed on Kathryn, studying her, she seemed so peaceful on the outside, even when there was a war brewing on the inside.
"Computer play music Chakotay file 3," he said softly afraid to ruin the moment.
"Do you not like my music commander?" Kathryn spoke in almost a flirtatious tone. "No I love your music," announced sincerely, "it's just no good dancing to... join me?"
He held out his hand and the earnesty in his eyes told her that he wanted more than anything to dance with her, to see her smile, to see a twinkle in her feathery blue eyes. She smiled slightly, and then felt a peace run over her as her lifted her hand to his and whispered, "I'd love to."
She let him lead her to the floor where they began to glide in rhythm to the music. Chakotay held her in his arms, pulling her slightly closer with every step, while behind them the stars outside the view port waltzed along with the couple shimmering against the black of space and making the night even more romantic. Kathryn closed her eyes, trying to savor every moment she had her in his arms, for she knew soon she would long for this night, and soon she would wonder what it once felt like to be here in his arms again. She had never felt so at peace with herself, than when she was with Chakotay. She drew the warmth from his eyes, her strength from his voice, and comfort from his arms, she couldn't stop thinking about how much she didn't want this moment to end. She felt his arms close tighter around her and she let her head lay on his shoulder, for just one brief moment.
Kathryn felt like a young girl who had been caught in an African thunderstorm, tearing through the rain across an endless savannah, searching for help, searching for someone to care. She feels so helpless the depths of relentless rain, until she sees a glowing light in the distance, she follows it trying to push through the falling hail that feels like nails in her face. When she finally reaches the light she comes in shivering and is given more warmth than she could ever imagine. Kathryn sighs, she had finally found her ray in a merciless dark storm.
Kathryn pulled slightly back from Chakotay's grasp, and as she did, she felt his forehead land on hers. Her mind flashed back to her dream, the Indiana sunset, her pulse quickened but she didn't pull away.
"Is everything alright," Chakotay asked, his voice full of concern.
Kathryn smiled, "Yes, because you're here, everything's alright." He smiled back at her and reached out to touch her face savoring the closeness. Her smile broadened as she realized that here was home, here on Voyager would always be her home away from home, her light in the storm, as for the Indiana sunset, well there was one standing right in front of her. Chakotay ,is my Indiana sunset, she smiled again that felt so wonderful. Just like the Indiana sunset he offered her tenderness, reassurance, and peace.
Chakotay lifted his head from Kathryn's, he could hardly believe that all this was happening, here he was holding Kathryn in his arms, and oh he never wanted to let go. He noticed her eyes seemed lost in his, he too was lost in the ocean of her sapphire eyes. He saw such love in them that he couldn't resist to begin to slowly lower his head to hers. Just as their faces were only centimeters apart h, Tuvok's voice filled the room:
"Red alert, Senior Officers to the bridge."
Kathryn opened her eyes and gazed up at him with hints of longing and sadness in them. She reached up and placed her hand on his face, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her touch, then he took her hand in his, squeezed it and said,
"He sure knows how to ruin a good time," Chakotay said not sure if either of them were completely ready to admit to their feelings.
Kathryn smiled, "Let's get to the bridge."
More to come!!!!! Let me know what you think. Are my characters in character? I would also enjoy suggestions, likes and dislikes. Thanks
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews ( , they excite me and make me want to write more!!! Let me know what you think of Chapter 2!!
Warm candlelight flickered through Kathryn's quarters as she prepared the meal for that night. She felt so, calm so at peace, just like the dancing flame, and her heart played a soft tune of girlish joys. She couldn't stop dreaming about today's events on the bridge, she touched her hand, in a way she could still feel the warmth of his touch. She'd swear something made her love him more everyday.
"Come in," she said facing the replicator, trying to conceal her joy of seeing him again.
Chakotay's footsteps were heard as he glided into the room, he raised his nose in the air and proclaimed," Smells like you succeeded in not burning dinner for once."
Janeways voice played a teasing tone, "Careful what you say commander or I may change the special to burnt Chakotay al la maul."
He smiled and stood behind his seat, never did he sit down before her, "such a gentleman," she thought.
"I brought the wine," he said holding up a handsome bottle the velvety liquid
"Good for you, I hope this is better than Neelix's leola root substitute from last week," she said half serious, half joking, she was still trying to keep the joy of being with him out of her voice.
"Ahh," Chakotay exclaimed, "No this is something I picked up from a trading post not too long ago, the name intrigued me," he studied the label. "It's called 'Vandola Montelizacta be on Cenzanu, hmm quite a name. The Universal translator says it means, 'Fruit of the Montelizacta that forms in the mouth of a warted tree."
Janeway raised an eyebrow, "And you say you were 'intrigued' by the name? Maybe I'll stick with the leola root."
"Well I must say I've never had wine from a 'warted tree,' but what's wrong with being a little exotic once in a while," Chakotay said grinning.
"Being in the Delta Quadrant is exotic enough for me, thank you," Kathryn stated spinning around to face him.
He chuckled, "So what's for dinner?"
"An Italian pasta with vegetables, a roll and butter, oh yes, and your wart infested wine," Kathryn had such an aura about her when she spoke of the food, she sounded very elegant, like a waitress from a fancy restraint. She could even make wart infested wine sound good.
"Sounds delicious, care for the first sip," he teased as he poured a full glass of the rosy-brown solution.
Kathryn glared at him and bravely took a taste of the so-called wine. She winced and mouthed, "Not bad."
Chakotay looked at her amused and taken in by the pleasant reaction he took a gulp from the glimmering glass. "Kathryn," He shouted, "You tricked me, I should know you better!" He continued to choke on the fluid spewing it out like water from a whale's spout.
She just looked at him, a glimmer of evil in her eyes, "How do you say, unbearably bitter."
"That's how I would describe you after this," he snorted, still gagging on warted wine.
They both shared a quiet laugh and settled down to enjoy their meal. Chakotay watched her face across the velvety candlelit table; she was so beautiful to him, almost untouchably beautiful. He reached out to touch her hand lingering on her glass, "So tell me , what made you miss home so much today on the bridge?"
Kathryn took a deep breath, then squeezed his hand and began to tell him of the bittersweet dream. Throughout the course of the story Kathryn's eyes traveled from the table to their linked hands, then to his face and back again. Chakotay's breath tightened, he hated to see her like this, she was so vulnerable to pain, and all he wanted to do was rid her of it and replace the pain with comfort, peace, and happiness.
Kathryn watched Chakotay across the table, a warm light illuminating his tattoo, and casting shadows upon his face. He sat there listening to her so intently, so patiently, with a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes. She could almost taste the hint of love in air between them, a love that may never work out. She sighed and her thoughts drifted back to her home in Indiana, to mother, to Phoebe, to Mark...oh Mark, she had lost him just like Justin, and she knew she could never afford to lose Chakotay. Although that may the only way the path leads, there may be no other alternate trail. She sighed, she hoped that wasn't her fate, she hoped she wouldn't have to let him drift away from her, she needed him, if not only for his friendship, but for the care and concern he had for her. Sure she was strong she would get used to living without him...or could she. Loneliness had always been her biggest fear, and it was easy to drift into that dark cloud when you're on a ship in the middle of space.
The both sat there in silence, hand linked like that morning on the bridge. The soft sounds of Kathryn's music filtered in and calmed them both. Chakotay kept his eyes fixed on Kathryn, studying her, she seemed so peaceful on the outside, even when there was a war brewing on the inside.
"Computer play music Chakotay file 3," he said softly afraid to ruin the moment.
"Do you not like my music commander?" Kathryn spoke in almost a flirtatious tone. "No I love your music," announced sincerely, "it's just no good dancing to... join me?"
He held out his hand and the earnesty in his eyes told her that he wanted more than anything to dance with her, to see her smile, to see a twinkle in her feathery blue eyes. She smiled slightly, and then felt a peace run over her as her lifted her hand to his and whispered, "I'd love to."
She let him lead her to the floor where they began to glide in rhythm to the music. Chakotay held her in his arms, pulling her slightly closer with every step, while behind them the stars outside the view port waltzed along with the couple shimmering against the black of space and making the night even more romantic. Kathryn closed her eyes, trying to savor every moment she had her in his arms, for she knew soon she would long for this night, and soon she would wonder what it once felt like to be here in his arms again. She had never felt so at peace with herself, than when she was with Chakotay. She drew the warmth from his eyes, her strength from his voice, and comfort from his arms, she couldn't stop thinking about how much she didn't want this moment to end. She felt his arms close tighter around her and she let her head lay on his shoulder, for just one brief moment.
Kathryn felt like a young girl who had been caught in an African thunderstorm, tearing through the rain across an endless savannah, searching for help, searching for someone to care. She feels so helpless the depths of relentless rain, until she sees a glowing light in the distance, she follows it trying to push through the falling hail that feels like nails in her face. When she finally reaches the light she comes in shivering and is given more warmth than she could ever imagine. Kathryn sighs, she had finally found her ray in a merciless dark storm.
Kathryn pulled slightly back from Chakotay's grasp, and as she did, she felt his forehead land on hers. Her mind flashed back to her dream, the Indiana sunset, her pulse quickened but she didn't pull away.
"Is everything alright," Chakotay asked, his voice full of concern.
Kathryn smiled, "Yes, because you're here, everything's alright." He smiled back at her and reached out to touch her face savoring the closeness. Her smile broadened as she realized that here was home, here on Voyager would always be her home away from home, her light in the storm, as for the Indiana sunset, well there was one standing right in front of her. Chakotay ,is my Indiana sunset, she smiled again that felt so wonderful. Just like the Indiana sunset he offered her tenderness, reassurance, and peace.
Chakotay lifted his head from Kathryn's, he could hardly believe that all this was happening, here he was holding Kathryn in his arms, and oh he never wanted to let go. He noticed her eyes seemed lost in his, he too was lost in the ocean of her sapphire eyes. He saw such love in them that he couldn't resist to begin to slowly lower his head to hers. Just as their faces were only centimeters apart h, Tuvok's voice filled the room:
"Red alert, Senior Officers to the bridge."
Kathryn opened her eyes and gazed up at him with hints of longing and sadness in them. She reached up and placed her hand on his face, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her touch, then he took her hand in his, squeezed it and said,
"He sure knows how to ruin a good time," Chakotay said not sure if either of them were completely ready to admit to their feelings.
Kathryn smiled, "Let's get to the bridge."
More to come!!!!! Let me know what you think. Are my characters in character? I would also enjoy suggestions, likes and dislikes. Thanks