Here is another J/C fanfic for you all!

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

HUNGER:

The night on New Earth was warm; the wind whispering through the Delta Quadrant version of a weeping willow tree's that surrounded the shelter where Chakotay and Kathryn lived while in exile. They hardly noticed anymore. Together, Chakotay and Kathryn had laughter, conversation, and teasing. It was pleasantly distracting and both of them couldn't be happier.

Chakotay had made pasta with marinara sauce for them both to nibble on. Neither of them had the desire to dine on food that would be heavy. So the pasta was perfect for them, He took the plates, set them on the table, and then poured a glass of red wine for them each. The table was almost set. Time to call Kathryn in from her garden. Chakotay moved to the door, but then rested against the edge just watching her as she ran her fingers through the dark earth. "Kathryn! Dinner's ready!" He called to her. She turned to him with a smile that he couldn't help but return. Kathryn was all he needed on this planet; all he wanted in a woman.

Kathryn had spent her time outside listening to Chakotay putter and mutter in the kitchen as he fixed them a light supper that night. She hadn't wanted to be out in the heat of the evening sun, but Chakotay needed the room in the kitchen to work. So, she relented and headed outside with the hope her little monkey looking friend would show up. It had been a few days since the primate had shown. Kathryn was getting worried about him. While she waited for Chakotay, Kathryn stretched out on the grass to tend to her small garden. "Kathryn! Dinner's ready!" She rolled to her back, bracing herself up on her forearms. Kathryn smiled at him where one of his dazzling smiles greeted her. Rising form the ground Kathryn brushed off the grass so she could head inside.

Chakotay held his breath as she came closer. When Kathryn walked it was as if she seemed to glide on the air. No woman could come close to the grace that Kathryn Janeway possessed. He held out his hand to her, waiting to feel the delicate touch of her fingers sliding over his palm. "Have fun in the dirt?" Chakotay joked just seconds before Kathryn too his hand.

"I did." Kathryn smiled, "Though, I tell you it was so hot out I was half tempted to have to you run some ice along my skin just to cool me down." she knew what she was saying and how it would effect Chakotay. Tonight was one of her more playful moods. Tonight she wanted to let him know that she was more interested in teasing him than being teased. Kathryn had to hide a smile at the sharp breath Chakotay took.

"You could have taken a cold bath." Chakotay suggested shrugging trying to decide just how much teasing he should do. Kathryn seemed to be in a playful mood and he wanted to keep her like that.

"Would you have taken it with me?" She asked turning to him bracing her hands on her hips; a gesture she no longer noticed she was doing. Tonight was about surrendering, about finally accepting life as it was. She and Chakotay were together, along, on a planet that provided them what they needed. What more could she ask for?

"Would you have wanted me to?" He answered her with a question of his own stepping close, so close that he could reach out and cup her face caressing her cheek with his thumbs.

"Feed me first, and then I'll answer." She laughed lightly moving away from him.

Chakotay quickly grabbed Kathryn about the waist bringing her back against his chest so he could whisper into her ear. "I have something better in mind." He purred like a giant jungle cat.

"And what would that be?" she ran her hands up and down his arms.

"I'll show you a new way to eat pasta." Chakotay promised. "But first you have to change."

"Into what?" Kathryn turned in his arms. Her heart raced at the hungry look she saw in his eyes.

"Anything that shows skin," Chakotay replied stepping back from Kathryn and removing his shirt letting his bronze skin glow in the sun light. A light warmth hummed along his back with the sun caressing his skin. He could hardly wait for Kathryn. Taking the pasta, the wine, and a blanket outside he set them under the tree where Chakotay arranged himself along the edge of the blanket with an easy view of the door to the shelter.

Kathryn could barely calm her racing heart as she stood in her part of the shelter looking through her clothes to find something that showed skin. Oh, why was she doing this? She knew why. She was lonely. She wanted to share Chakotay's bed. To have him hold her at night and wake to him every morning. She was tired of denying what she wanted. Kathryn wanted Chakotay. As quick as she could Kathryn peeled off her shirt, stripped out of her leggings, and she replaced it with the rose colored night gown she had packed. Her heart picked up pace with every step she took. Chakotay was lying provocatively on a blanket looking too good to be true. Kathryn's mouth watered with the need to run her tongue up the muscles of his abs.

Chakotay motioned her over with the need to have to have her close. She sank down next to him aligning her body to his just barely touching. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to drag this game out or not. Kathryn looked beautiful in the fading sun; it made her glow like a goddess. Leaning into her, Chakotay traced the line of her jaw with his lips just feeling the softness of her skin. It tormented him, made him ache and want. Tonight he would feel all of it. She gasped at the first touch of his lips. Chakotay only smiled but continued. Her hands glided up his chest settling just under his collar bones. With a slight nudge she urged him to stop.

"Wait," She gasped. "I'm hungry." She spoke. Kathryn needed time to calm, to get her heart under control. This was what she wanted, but she wanted it on her terms. Kathryn punched Chakotay back until he was lying flat on his back. "And right now that pasta smells so good." She grinned with a wicked glint in her eyes. Chakotay may have started this by Kathryn would make sure it lasted. To her right rested the bowl of pasta that he had made. With her right hand she grasped one of the strands pulling it free in one long line. "This is how I like to eat spaghetti." Kathryn wound the long strand of spaghetti on his sternum in a circle. Lowering her head, her lips made contact with his skin as she nibbled the pasta from his chest. Chakotay shuddered beneath her.

Chakotay gasped. His entire body came to life under the gentle glide of her lips. This was beyond his wildest dreams. On impulse his fingers tangled in her hair gently keeping a hold of something to anchor him in the land of the living. Her sensual assault to his skin might jut kill him, and she was only nibbling pasta off of him. A growl rumbled in his chest as Kathryn pulled back. He hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he was opening them. His mind had been on a sensory overload. Slowly he sat up keeping his eyes on her as he reached for a noodle he could drape on her exposed shoulder like tinsel. Gingerly Chakotay rested one of his hands at her hip so he could keep himself steady while he leaned into her; let his lips dance over her flesh. Just as she had done, he nipped and nibbled the strand off of her making sure to lick clean all traces of the seasoned pasta. To his tongue her skin was like silk, so soft.

Kathryn could barely keep from moaning at the way Chakotay drew his tongue over her shoulder in a line following the light seasoned taste of the noodle. Every nip, every nibble of his lips and teeth had her heart racing; it beat at warp speed. No one else had ever made her feel this way, no one except Chakotay. With very little effort the man had rooted himself in her heart and was never going to leave. Kathryn had always desired to have such a man and now she could. Now she was brave enough to claim him the way he had claimed her. She laced her fingers through his hair and tugged lightly until he was looking into her eyes. His eyes were usually a light chocolate brown, now they had faded into a deep brown as his passion rose. Kathryn kissed him deeply unable to resist the tempting offer his lips made. They melded to hers, danced and dueled with hers, as the passion in her blood fired and demanded satiation.

Chakotay was out of breath. He had to force himself to pull back, to lean his forehead to hers and breathe deeply to make sure he would stay conscious. Her words, barely above a whisper, lanced straight through him. "Take me inside." Chakotay looked at her.

"I'm ready to take that step." Kathryn breathed out. She could barely think over the pounding of her heart. Without a word Chakotay scooped her into his arms and walked back into the house with her.

THAT MORNING:

Chakotay had risen when the sun broke over the horizon with Kathryn's scent branding his skin, but Kathryn wasn't beside him and one of the light cotton sheets were missing. Wrapping the other around his waist Chakotay went to search for his lover only to find her sitting on the boulder in the yard watching the sunrise clasping the light blue sheet loosely around her. As the shimmering golden rays danced along her porcelain skin Chakotay had sharp images of them in his bed last night. She rose above him, her hands on his chest. As they finally collapsed into sleep his chest molded to her back and they began to breathe together.

Kathryn had woken up with Chakotay still wrapped around her feeling better than she had felt in years. Still that was not enough to keep her in his arms. She wanted to see the sun. She wanted to watch as it rose over the horizon on the first day of her new life, the life she had as Chakotay's lover, not just his friend. With this feeling she thought more fear would accompany it. What if she hadn't been all he thought she would be? What if Voyager came back for them? Would they be able to go back? Could she sleep without him again? All those questions rattled around in her brain only to be drowned out with the rising of the sun. Then, she felt it; Chakotay was watching her and she didn't mind. "Good morning." Kathryn greeted without turning to him.

Chakotay stretched feeling his muscles stretch, hearing his joints pop. His body hadn't had so much physical pleasure in a while. He had to loosen himself up. Going to her, Chakotay settled behind her slipping his arms around her waist pulling her back against him. His skin was hungry for the feel of hers against him. Now that he had her, he was going to fight to keep her should Voyager come back. Chakotay knew that was on her mind. It had to be. It was on his. But, he only kissed her temple whispering, "Good morning."

"It's going to be a beautiful day." Kathryn muttered. She wasn't ready to talk about what was on her mind.

"Yes, it will." Chakotay answered kissing her temple again. He knew her, knew she didn't want to talk just yet. They would have plenty of time to talk about this. For now they would sit and watch the sun and just be lovers.