Title: A Native American Love Story
Author: Frida o MalinGenre: Romancehumor
Pairing: JCRating: T
Disclaimer: We don't own it, Paramount do.
Disclaimer two: English is not our native (lol) language, just so you know… we are more used to writing in Swedish… pls. R&R. (even if you think it sucks… which you wont!) Have fun!
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Chakotay looked puzzled for a second, then he looked at her.
"You want us…me… to build… a Tipi?"
Kathryn smiled at him.
"Aren't you Indians supposed to know how to build those? Aren't the Indian tents called tipis?"
He inhaled deeply.
"First of all. It's Native American! Second of all. It's a hut, not a tent! And third. Wrong tribe! My people don't live in those...things" He inhaled again.
Kathryn looked back up at him, more puzzled than ever.
"well, sorry then, didn't mean to offend you, Mr. Paying attention to details. But we still need a place to stay, if you wont build us a tent…hut, then I will!" And she wandered off in to the woods.
"Kathryn?" He called after her. "Kathryn? Don't wander off like that. You don't know this place. And who knows what kind of animals Paris has implanted here? … Kathryn? Are you there?"
A parcel dropped in front of Chakotays feet, he looked at it.
"At least they remembered that we have to eat, did you hear that, Kathryn? They sent us food!" But she was nowhere to be found
A few minutes later Kathryn returned, carrying an arm full of different branches.
"Did you call for me? I think it's time for you to light a fire now, Mr. Native American, do you need to borrow some hair?" She waved a lock of her red-brown hair, with a touch of gold, in his face. Oh, how he loved that hair. He couldn't help but wondering how it would be like to run his fingers through it. He gave her a quick glance, and grabbed two sticks and instantly started rubbing them together on the ground.
"I have learnt how to light a fire now, thank you." He gave her a somewhat pouty face.
She watched him, slightly amused, he was very sexy sitting there on the ground rubbing the two sticks together. 'get a grip woman' she thought to herself. And she sat down next to him to watch him work his magic. The only problem was, that nothing happened.
"Are you really sure you don't need any hair" she asked as politely as she could, while swallowing hard, trying not to giggle.
Chakotay sighed.
"Yes, Kathryn. I'm sure. Could you please stop staring? It's really annoying me." To tell the truth, it felt as though he couldn't get anything right when he knew that she was watching. He didn't understand why?
Kathryn rose to her feet and said.
"Well, it's gong to be pretty could here without it… so let me know if you need any hair." She grabbed the rest of the branches and headed off towards a group of trees. "I'm going to toss these over a couple of trees and start the hut. We have to have somewhere to eat our emergency rations?"
Meanwhile, Chakotay was working extremely hard with his fire. He just had to make it work. What would Kathryn think otherwise? Big drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead.
'Come on, little twigs, help me. Make a nice big fire. Come on!' And there! He saw a tiny spark jump from one of the sticks. It landed on the dry wood underneath, and started to glow. It quickly spread to the other dry branches. And there it was. The fire. His fire. He had made it!
"Kathryn!" , he said, his eyes glowing with pride. "You've just got yourself a fire!"
She smiled back at him, he was so cute with that silly smile, you could see the dimples, and, he looked amazing. "Great! That great! Now we have a fire, but I think I might be having a slight problem over here," she said pointing towards the shelter she was trying to build.
Chakotay looked at her and his eyes widened. She was all tangled up in a huge white blanket, and her hair was covered with little green leaves and tiny branches. Her cheeks was all red and she was panting, annoyed by the fact that her construction really didn't work out. At least not as a shelter. It could've been a very pretty sculpture in a Talaxian art museum though, he thought. But, well… Not a shelter.
"But… Kathryn…? What in the name of all of the animal guides… What are you doing?"
Kathryn looked like she was going to explode, and she was desperately trying to get rid of the blanket that was covering her. "what does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to build a tipi. But… I'm not sure I'm doing it right. Where am I to put the blanket? Would you come and help?"
He could hear the desperation in her voice as she was talking. He tried to hide his smile, but was pretty sure he failed at doing this. He went over to her, and gently started to remove the blanket from her petite body. When she was finally free, he started to remove the tiny things that was stuck in her hair. It really was as soft as it appeared to be, he thought to himself.
"There", he whispered softly in her ear. "Is that better…?" He had moved very close to her.
She turned around and faced him, he looked so manly, all sweaty from starting the fire, when he was standing there looking down at her, just a couple of inches from her face.
"Eh… well" she could feel herself blushing and thought long and hard about turning away, but despite her instinct to run, she didn't.
"I guess… this is much better now…" she answered and looked right up in the hazelnut brown eyes.
Chakotay cleared his throat.
"Eh… So? Should I fix the hut for you? I can show you how to do it? It's really pretty easy. Especially if there's two of us. Come on!"
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An hour later they were standing there, admiring their work. Kathryn was the first to break the silence.
"Oh, when did it get so dark? So, do you think that Tuvok packed some sleeping bags for us?
Chakotay was now sitting on the ground, digging through the parcel that was sent to them from outside the holodeck. He froze in a move, looking very confused.
"Well… I don't know if I would call it bags… But… A… bag? They just sent one sleeping bag! How stupid could they get?"
Kathryn looked puzzled.
"Why would they? Weird… Maybe it's…big?"
Chakotay held up the sleeping bag so they could both see it. It WAS big. It was red and black and had the Starfleet logo printed in a corner.
"Yes, Kathryn. I guess they mean that we could both fit into this, but…" Chakotay really didn't like that Vulcan right at this very moment. Or… perhaps he did? He couldn't really make up his mind.
Kathryn wanted to kill Tuvok, or, maybe not kill, but to give his ears a good tug. Darn that Vulcan.
"I think that was what he meant, So… do you want to share a sleeping bag? We would freeze if we didn't… I guess."
'Damned be the Vulcan.'
"No, Kathryn. You take it. I… Well… It…" She had to make an effort to hear his voice, since he was talking so quietly. "It wouldn't feel right…"
"Fine, I'll take the bag, and you wake me up before you freeze to death, Deal?" She said, with a hint of a smile. "now, let's go in to the tipi… sorry, "hut". And go to sleep."
"Yes, Kathryn. Why don't we." He stroke her cheek and entered the hut. "Come on now, Kath?"
She smiled at him, did he actually just stroke her cheek? What was that about.
"Well, Chakotay. Wouldn't it be appropriate if you carried me over the threshold to our new house." She winked at him. Chakotay's jaw dropped and he felt as if he had just run into a supernova.
"Oh, you think so, do you?"
And with this he swooped her of her feet and up into the air, and carried her, the sleeping bag, and the rest of their emergency parcel into the tipi… Sorry… The hut.
