Here is another J/C fanfic for you all!

A/N: this story was the result of a word challenge given to my by friends. I had to use some of the words they came up with and turn it into a fic….

DREAMS COME TRUE:

Janeway sat in her ready room drinking her fourth cup of coffee in three hours. She couldn't get her mind to focus, couldn't get back into Captain Mode. Her mind had conjured dreams of herself and Chakotay lying in a meadow enjoying a picnic while a warm breeze whispered around them. It wasn't her first dream about Chakotay, but this one was the one that had stayed with her well into the waking world. In that dream Chakotay had lured her out into a field of wild flowers where a bottle of her favorite wine waited with two glasses. He offered her one of the glasses and just as he was about to kiss her the alarm pulled her out of the dream and into reality. Not being able to feel Chakotay's lips on hers in the dream had put her in a foul mood when she had come to the bridge. She just wanted to be alone in her ready room to go over reports and drink her coffee.

Chakotay hadn't had a chance to say good morning to Kathryn when she had come to the bridge. She didn't stop, she just went to her Ready Room and hadn't come out for three hours. Getting up the nerve he went to the door and didn't bother with the chime. Chakotay just walked in to see her sitting on the couch with her habitual cup of coffee and a discarded report in her lap. Something was bothering his Captain and he wanted to know if there was something that he could do about it. "I missed saying good morning to you." he smiled hoping that would lighten her mood.

"So you've said it." Kathryn didn't want to look at him, didn't want imagine him as he had appeared in her dream.

"Kathryn is something wrong? Have I done something?" Chakotay stepped closer so he could look at her.

"No, it's just one of those days where it's just bad." she replied looking at his reflection. He looked better than he dreams.

"Then can I tempt you with dinner and wine? I'll even cook," Chakotay angled his head to try and see if he could gain one of her lop sided smiles that he adored seeing.

"Sure. Fine. Whatever." Kathryn closed her eyes against the image of him.

"Tonight then," Chakotay spoke before leaving her to brood.

THAT NIGHT:

Kathryn arrived at Chakotay's quarters feeling guilty about the way she had treated him that morning. he had been trying to make her feel better and she had ignored him. At least he hadn't rescinded the dinner invitation for which she was very grateful. Kathryn pressed her finger to the chime and waited with her heart fluttering in her chest from the shear amount of nerves. She had been so cold to him this morning and there had been no excuse for that. The door whooshed open to reveal Chakotay. He wore a warm inviting smile that melted her heart.

"You came? I was worried that..." Chakotay trailed off.

Moving past him Kathryn said, "About this morning. I'm really sorry for the way I treated you."

"You were having a bad day. I think it's the coffee you drink." He joked coming to her. He motioned to the table where dinner waited and her favorite bottle of wine.

"Dinner looks good." She cleared her throat sitting down ignoring the jib about her coffee intake. Only seeing him dressed casually she wasn't as hungry as she had been. Tonight Chakotay was dressed in warm brown leather pants; no doubt they would be soft to the touch if she dared reach out to touch him. He also wore the shirt she loved so much, a nice soft cream that accented his dark skin. Reaching out for her wine glass Kathryn busied herself with taking a sip, trying to get her mind off of how good he looked.

"I bet it will taste just as good as it looks." He smiled at her reaching for is wine glass in return. More than anything he wanted to taste her lips, taste the lingering taste of wine that would be in her kiss.

"It does look good, but I'm..." She laughed, "Not really hungry."

"Neither am I." Chakotay stood offering his hand to her. His plan had been to sit with her and try and get her to talk about why she was so angry this morning. But seeing her sheathed in red had all of his good intentions flying out the nearest airlock. Chakotay took Kathryn's wine glass and set it back on the table. Before he could rethink what he was about to do, he cupped her face bringing his lips down to hers. Her hands came up to his chest. Chakotay expected her to push him away. Only her hands slid up over his shoulders and around to the back of his neck where she threaded her fingers through his hair. Kathryn was kissing him back. Chakotay was dizzy from her lips. He cold only imagine how he would be when her skin glided against his in his bed.

Kathryn could feel all of her protests, all of her quotes about regulations flying out the window just at the feel of his lips on hers. He tasted of her favorite wine and of something else, something uniquely male and sensual. She wanted, needed more of him. Pulling back for air Kathryn moaned, "Take me to bed."

"I thought you'd never say that." He breathed out kissing her forehead. Chakotay gathered her into his arms walking back to his bed. And together they gave into the long denied desires they both harbored for the other. Tonight they would burn brighter than a sun.

MORNING:

Kathryn was lingering between wanting to go back to sleep and waking up to start her day. She was so warm, so comfortable that she didn't want to get up. Chakotay was a warm, delicious weight at her back and his arms were so right holding her close. His lips danced over her shoulder keeping her firmly in bed, in his arms.

Chakotay couldn't believe last night had actually happened. It wasn't until he woke up, felt Kathryn still in his arms; he actually believed it had happened. He could still feel her liveliness, the way her hands had ran over his flesh. Kathryn had been just as insatiable as he had been. For six years he had craved for her kiss, for her body, and now he had her. Chakotay only hoped that he could keep her. But right now things were perfect, and warm, and content. He was not about to ruin this moment with a conversation that would later come.