Here is another J/C fanfic for you all...

Janeway stood on the doorstep in front of Chakotay's apartment. In her hands she held a bottle of wine, one of the same vintage she and Chakotay often enjoyed with their dinner, when they had dinner together. Now here she stood, afraid to push the buzzer. Earlier they had met, by coincidence at her favorite cafe, and then Chakotay had invited her to dinner, where he said he would cook. That was a great relief to Kathryn, she hated to cook, well nothing turned out right when she tried. Taking a deep breath Kathryn raised her hand so she could push the buzzer. Before she could to door opened revealing Chakotay wearing a cream colored button up shirt and brown pants. His feet were bare and his hair was ruffled, giving off the look like he had just rolled out of bed and put on anything. He wore a devilish smile as he tried not to laugh at her.

"You know I watched you for a few minutes just standing there looking like you wanted to run."

"I... just...." Kathryn dropped her head chuckling. She had debated running for all of two seconds.

"Come inside and let's open the wine you brought." He smiled.

Chakotay stepped aside waiting for Kathryn to pass him, for her sweet scent to cloud his mind and make him hers. He had wanted her near him for so many months; it seemed like torture whenever B'Elanna or Tom mentioned her. Chakotay never realized how much he depended on seeing Kathryn in the mornings until they were home; he wanted to be by her side once again. There was never any doubt in his mind that he loved Kathryn, it just grew too painful to let his heart and soul want her. That was why Seven had been so enticing, but wrong at the same time.

Later that night Janeway stood out on Chakotay's balcony with her third glass of wine. Dinner was being cleared away by Chakotay as light music played in the background. Chakotay had made fettuccine Alfredo with a light Caesar salad on the side. She had never been so full in her life, and Chakotay was a wonderful cook. Kathryn took in the night, breathing in the warm air, looking up into the night sky to see the moon. The crickets were singing aiding the romantic nature of the night. It hadn't started out romantic, but during dinner they had started to talk about the old days and instantly all the heat, the lust they had shared came flooding back into her system. The fire burned low in her belly, spiraled out through her blood, and ignited her nerve endings.

Chakotay leaned against the door jam watching Kathryn. He knew he had a hungry look in his eyes, and it was all for her. She leaned down on the banister, her face tilted up to the heavens, moon light raining down on her casting her in an ethereal glow. Chakotay moved so he was standing behind her, close so close he could feel the heat coming off of her body. He braced his hands on either side of the railing, boxing her in with his body. She jumped slightly, but stilled when he started to nuzzle her neck with his lips. Her breath hitched, his lips roamed over the sensitive spot just below her ear. Chakotay knew it was there. One night she had told him about it while they were on New Earth, now he would exploit it for his own gain. Chakotay wanted to make her burn; he wanted her to want him with ferocity.

Kathryn's heart was racing; her blood was flowing so fast through her veins she thought she might faint from the shear pleasure of Chakotay's presence behind her. His lips roaming over her neck, just under that spot, oh how she wanted him to nibble that spot. Straightening slightly Kathryn gripped the railing as she cushioned her back into his chest. Chakotay moved his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wanted him and she could have him. Her wine glass forgotten Kathryn turned and fused her lips with Chakotay's.

For all of his efforts, this was the result he wanted the most. Chakotay feathered his hands down her side until the caressed lightly over her hips. She was the one he wanted, the one his heart cried for, and tonight she would be his. Picking her up Chakotay carried Kathryn to his bed.

THE NEXT MORNING:

Day light streamed in warming the exposed flesh of the occupants in the bed. Neither one of them noticed for they were still locked in each others embrace. Kathryn had her head tucked under Chakotay's chin and his arms held her to him, for fear she might not be there when he woke.

Chakotay opened his eyes and smiled when he saw Kathryn still slumbering in his arms. Slowing moving aside Chakotay slipped out of bed. Grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist, he wanted to make her coffee. He had picked up actual coffee grounds and replicated a 21st century coffee maker, and all for Kathryn. For their first morning together he wanted her to wake to the smell of coffee. It was her one weakness and one he often exploited on Voyager. That was small of him, but he had to have his entertainment somehow.

Kathryn woke, stretched, and searched for Chakotay with her hands. He wasn't there, but she could smell coffee. And where there was coffee there was Chakotay in the kitchen. Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to her chest and swung her legs over the side. A small smile graced her lips as she got up wrapping the sheet around her body. Out in the hall she had a clear view of the kitchen and there he was, walking around making breakfast. The counter obstructed more of her view and it made him look as if he wore nothing.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep well, Kathryn?"

"Hmm, I slept better than I had in years." Kathryn strolled into the kitchen and was slightly disappointed that he was wearing a towel. If she wanted to she could be evil and take it off of him and have her way with Chakotay right there in his kitchen.

"I can see that evil glint in your eye... Kathryn."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Chakotay stood in front of her and pulled her into his arms where they shared a kiss that seared their souls. Finally they came together and became one, now their lives were intertwined, inseparable. Chakotay knew he didn't want to live one day with out her and he knew Kathryn felt the same.

"What's on your mind?"

"I was just thinking that it is you lucky day, Chakotay."

"Really and how is that Captain?"

"It's my day off. Which means all day and night. So I would suggest that we take the coffee and go back to bed."

Chakotay only smiled at his Captain and her coffee addiction. Just one of the many things he loved about her. Taking the coffee pot and two mugs, Kathryn and Chakotay headed back to his bed where they spent all day talking about things they would do in the future, together.