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….
Most of the crew was attending a party on the holodeck to celebrate the New Year, another year in the Delta quadrant. But to the crew it didn't matter. They were all smiles and laughs while music played and drinks were poured. Tom and Harry had set every thing up for a New Years party, knowing the crew needed the distraction after the latest round of troubles.
Chakotay and Kathryn stood side by side out of the way watching everyone celebrate. The command couple were taking a well deserved respite in the shadows talking and teasing as if they had just met for the first time. "I really don't know how Tom does this." Kathryn looked around. On each table were little clear jars filled with brown and green sand making the container look like a tree and resting under each was a little squirrel constructed from almonds, walnuts, and peanuts.
"I don't know how those two do it." Chakotay said. "Did you see the fountain? It's all melted chocolate with a solid piece in the center looking like an ice-berg." A few times he had gone over to it and broken off some of the dark chocolate. Sometimes he had a wicked sweet tooth. Most of the time he craved Kathryn and the sweet kisses he knew they would share. Those fantasies never served to keep his desire in check. It made his body come to life just thinking about her up against him, her arms over his shoulders.
"Chakotay?" Kathryn poked him in the arm, "Are you listening to me?" she asked with a smile gracing her lips. Though, she knew the turn his thoughts had taken. His eyes grew darker and grew unfocused. Her mind had traveled down a road where it was just him, her, and the bowl of melted chocolate form the fountain. She would have loved to take some of it and drizzle on his bronzed flesh using her tongue to lick it clean. Kathryn could swear she felt his perfect skin on the tip of her tongue and she could swear she tasted chocolate. That kicked her heart rate into over drive.
"Same question," Chakotay teased, "Are you listening to me at all?" He joked running his finger down her bare forearm.
"No, I wasn't…" Kathryn laughed ducking her head down. "Sorry."
"That's ok, I wasn't listening to you either." Chakotay confessed smiling that smile he knew would get her to forgive him no matter what. He always used his dimples against her.
"Two minutes to midnight." Kathryn whispered looking at the countdown clock. Maybe they would enact that long dead Earth tradition of a New Years kiss. Just once she wanted the feel of his lips on her. "There is this old earth tradition of sharing a kiss at midnight," She was getting bold. "I was wondering if you would…"
"Help you resurrect it?" Chakotay asked leaning foreword perfectly intrigued by here train of thought. He was more than intrigued; he wanted to kiss her so badly.
"In just one minute." Kathryn nodded taking his hand and pulling him out of sight of the crew. She couldn't trust her control, couldn't trust no to get carried away when their lips met.
Chakotay followed her into the shadows of the resort program that they were using for the new years party and pinned her gently to the wall. Her blue flower Hawaiian dress had molded to her perfectly, so perfectly Chakotay felt his mouth water just at the sight of her. As per their usual he had dressed to match her; his shirt was a gentle cream color with light blue Hawaiian flowers gracing it that matched the same design as her.
Kathryn leaned back against the wall slipping her hands up the front of Chakotay's chest feeling every muscle that the shirt covered. Her hands slid up over his pecs, over his shoulders, up the side of his neck until she was cupping his face to bring him down close to her. He shuddered slightly at her touch, at the gentle way she ran her hands up him. Her body had long since desired to feel his gliding against hers. At least now, in the shadows he could give into her fantasy. She could give in.
Chakotay stepped to her, fit his hands to her waist. Distantly he heard the rest of the crew start the countdown. He trailed his hands down her side, down her hips, and to the back of her thighs. If was going to kiss her then he was could to hold her the way he wanted to. 10… 9… 8… Chakotay picked her up effortlessly, urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. 7… 6…5… Kathryn draped her arms over his shoulders, tangling her fingers in his hair. 4… 3… 2…Chakotay took a breath angling his head towards her. He could feel her breath on his lips. 1.
Kathryn fit her lips to Chakotay's feeling his tongue invade her mouth as he ruthlessly ravished her mouth with his heated kiss spearing heat through her body. Her hear pounded against her ribcage in a thunderous uproar at finally having her desire made reality. She was kissing Chakotay. Noise-makers and other sounds covered her loud moans of pleasure, covered the rumble of ecstasy that vibrated in Chakotay's chest. His hands gripped and massaged the back of her thighs as she arched her back into him. If she didn't stop kissing him soon; they would end up in her bed.
Chakotay stopped, had to stop. He rested his forehead against her chin breathing heavily. She had tasted like a thunderstorm, like rain, on the prairie during a summers day. Never in his life had he tasted a woman like Kathryn and he knew he never would again. She was his perfect match, the other half of him. The time for them was not right just yet. He was still her Commander. She was still his Captain. For them to be together, they had to be free of Voyager.
"Don't let go… not yet." Kathryn pleaded kissing his temple and holding onto him. She wanted to keep his body as close to her as she could for the time they had left. Tomorrow would come and they would be back in their uniforms, divided by rank. Tomorrow she would only be able to smile at him, touch his shoulder, and go back to silently craving his kiss with everything she had in her.
"I'm never letting go." Chakotay promised her. He was hers for as long as they lived. Tomorrow would come and he would have to stand stoically by her side, her strong right arm, to help her run the ship and keep the crew together. At least he could be with her, be by her side, as her Commander than not know her at all. Fate had at least given him that much.