She sighed into his mouth. He moved his hand around her waist and pulled her so her chest was pressed against his warm body. Before her mind could stop her, he snaked her arm around his neck to pull his lips closer. His tongue darted around her own without any of the apprehension reserved for first kisses. And to him, she reasoned, it was not their first. He was hungry for her, this much she knew, but what surprised her was her own desire. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to touch every freckle on his body. She wanted to see what his eyes looked like in the afterglow of intimacy.
A pang of guilt lodged itself deep in her core. She had to stop this. This man intoxicated her and caused her to forget her duty. A duty to protect him, to protect her crew, to find a way home both to Voyager and to Earth. A different Earth. Her Earth.
Mosquito netting flapped in the evening breeze. The sky was bright with pale purple and hazy red that gave way to the black of the desert night. The glow of the oil lamp that illuminated the porch cast long shadows over the pair. Stars twinkled as the sun sank below the horizon.
But in his arms, she no longer felt like a captain. She felt like a woman. And he was just a man. A man to whom who she felt an insatiable kinship from the moment of her materialization.
But he is not a man, she reminded herself, he is only playing a man.
When the danger passed, he would return her to her time and she would continue her journey home. There way no other way their liaison could end. She could not let anything jeopardize her responsibility, especially simple lust.
He nipped at her bottom lip and she forgot her protests. Her fingers were on fire and she pushed them into his hair. She used her arms to leverage her mouth even closer to his. Their motions grew aggressive. She felt his hands move to her backside and along her outer thigh. He pulled on her belt-loops until she was flush against his body. She felt him push his leg between hers. As he ground into her hip, she gasped and threw her head back. He moved his lips along her jaw line and to the pale skin of her neck.
This has to stop, her mind screamed, this has to end.
"Doctor." She breathed. He did not respond.
"Doctor…" she whispered, "we…" she lost her train of through as he moved one hand to cup her breast.
"John!" she said with more force. He pulled back and looked at her, his hand still ghosting the curve of her chest.
"What is it?" he asked. He seemed embarrassed by his actions. He quickly pulled his hand from her and stepped back.
"Dinner." She breathed, focusing on his chin to as avoid his eyes. She could feel the heat in her cheeks blaze.
He nodded, stepped back, and ran his fingers through his hair. She watched as he smoothed the strands she had tousled.
"Of course," he nodded, his words strained, "Dinner."
Janeway backed away from him towards the cottage. Before reaching the wide-open doors, she returned to grab the cup of coffee steaming on the ledge. She could feel is soft eyes watching her as he remained on the porch to finish his drink.