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

HIS TATTOO:

Chakotay and Kathryn had finished dinner hours ago. They had run out of conversation topics a little while ago and they were just content to stare at each other. After he took another sip of the wine he was drinking Chakotay happened to catch Kathryn staring at his tribal mark. She was biting her lower lip and her fingers were clenched in the fabric of her pants. Chakotay wanted to smile, wanted to chuckle and flashed her the smile he used only for her. He had known for years that her fingers itched to trace the blue/black lines above his left eyebrow. It excited him to imagine her delicate finger lightly touching his skin. Chakotay closed his eyes against the image and took another sip of wine.

Kathryn watched Chakotay as he took a sip of his wine. Her eyes had lingered on his lips, but then they traveled up to his tattoo. He had once told her that he had taken that mark to honor his father. And yet, her fingers still ached to trace the lines, to feel the softness of his skin. More than anything she wanted to trace those lines with her lips while Chakotay held her in his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. She could almost feel him against her. Night after night she had dreamed of him, been held by him, only to wake and find that her mind was taking her to places she had no business thinking about. And still the want to touch him lingered. It would never go away. Kathryn just wanted to kiss him, to tell him that he was in her heart.

"Kathryn, if there is something you want all you have to do it take it." Chakotay spoke sensing her thoughts. The first move was hers, always had been.

"What is it I want?" She whispered. But she knew, she wanted to touch him, to trace his tattoo.

Rather than use any more words, Chakotay set his glass aside and reached for her hand. She offered no resistance, no hesitation. He pulled her astride his lap setting the tips of her fingers against his tribal symbol. "You want to trace the lines and I want you to." Chakotay answered. For a minute she froze, made no movement. Chakotay gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist and started to trace the top of his mark. Her breathing hitched and her body shook. Her light touch was turning him on. So much for her making the first move.

Kathryn could barely think as she moved onto Chakotay's lap. He pulled her gently by the wrist until she was seated on his lap. Was she really doing this? In fact she was. And then his fingers were around her wrist placing the tips of her fingers against the blue/black lines of his mark. Kathryn froze. This was too much, she was in sensory overload. Kathryn Janeway was touching her first officer, touching the man she loved beyond reason and logic and he felt so good. Chakotay felt so right against her. Her hesitation made him move. Chakotay was guiding her fingers. Kathryn took his que and continued to trace the lines. It was the most sensual experience she had ever had and they were only touching. Chakotay was getting aroused; Kathryn could feel it and it only made her want him more. Dropping her hand to cup his cheek Kathryn brushed her lips over the lines.

Chakotay groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her close. She was kissing his skin, kissing him. This was a sensual overload. He wanted to have her. Chakotay wanted to make love to her. But this had to be her choice, her move. So he was content to let her touch him. Chakotay's breathing was becoming short gasps as Kathryn lightly nipped his temple. She laughed and he tried not to lose his mind. "I... want... to... have... you," Chakotay gasped out.

"Then..." Kiss," Why..." Another kiss, "Don't you?" Kathryn asked between kisses to his temple. She had been waiting for him to ask her. Chakotay stood up with her in his arms and she laughed lightly wrapping her arms gently around his neck holding on.

"Yes Ma'am" Chakotay growled in her ear as he took her back to her bed.

THE NEXT MORNING:

Katrhyn stretched feeling thoroughly used. Her body felt loose and relaxed. Kathryn Janeway felt like pudding. Her mind was fuzzy and it felt good, so good. Next to her she knew that Chakotay was still asleep. His rested on the pillow next to her and his bronzed beautiful skin shimmered in the light of the stars pouring through her view port. With all her will Kathryn rolled on her side and snuggled next to him. She kissed his left shoulder and smiled when he groaned.

Chakotay was only half awake, half aware of Kathryn watching him. His mind was dull and his body was sated, but his flesh still hungered to hold her. Seconds later he felt her roll closer to him and kiss his shoulder. He groaned and held out his arm for her. When she settled herself along the line of his body he breathed easier. In this moment he felt whole. Chakotay felt like a new man.

"I had no idea it would be like this." Kathryn spoke, "Your body is so different." She levered herself up on her elbow to look down on him.

"You mean from Mark's?" Chakotay put his left arm behind his head and sighed.

"Uh huh," Kathryn nodded. "You have more scars." She leaned over his heart and kissed a thin line. "Plus you have a body that other women would die to touch and it's all mine." Molding her lips to his Kathryn reached up to trace his tattoo again.

Chakotay chose to ignore the comment about other woman and instead joked, "I've unleashed a monster haven't I?"

"You have, but I bet your hunger is as insatiable as mine," Kathryn kissed him long and deep.

Chakotay rolled them; he was invigorated. "My Captain." he laughed and moved down her body. His lips were level with her navel when Kathryn's alarm sounded interrupting them. They laughed and still lingered in bed together just holding each other. They had a ship to run and they couldn't put that on hold simply because they wanted to devour each other. There was time enough for that when night came. Later on they would work out how to balance the ship and their new found hunger. Chakotay was sure that she wouldn't leave him, wouldn't push him away, not after she's had a taste of him.

Kathryn laughed, covering her eyes with the backs of her hands, "Stupid alarm."

Chakotay slid back up, looming over her with a satisfied smile, "I guess we should get up. We do have a ship to run."

Making a face, Kathryn cupped the back of his head bringing his lips down to hers for a scorching morning kiss. She felt him respond, felt her own blood boil to the point of a raging need inside of her.

Chakotay's head swam with the feel, the taste of her. He had unleashed a sensual monster and he was glad of it. This was what he wanted. Chakotay had wanted her for his lover, just as he loved her as his Captain and best friend. He only hoped that they could keep the balance without losing their heads with desire. There was a few more minutes to be had before the troubles of the ship called them out of bed and back to their life.