Chakotay was waiting for Kathryn when she returned from her meeting with the planet's top dignitaries. Dinner was ready on her table and he smiled, kissing her softly to greet her.

"How did your meeting go?"

"Surprisingly well." She accepted his offered glass of wine and sat down. "It looks like there wasn't a mutiny on my ship, so I'm assuming things went well here?"

"As well as they did planet-side. It's nice to meet a race who want to trade and don't shoot on sight." He shrugged and sat across from her, pausing briefly before he dug into their dinner.

She hummed her agreement and quickly started eating, her hands already wandering before she got very far into her food.

It didn't take long before their food and plates were abandoned in favor of the bedroom, loud moans once again filling the room.


The bridge was alive with conversation and excitement when they entered the next morning, the beautiful, Earth-like planet visible to the side of the view screen as Voyager remained in orbit. Kathryn's eyes roamed across her crew as she made her way to her seat, noticing Harry once again almost dead on his feet.

She sighed and shook her head, detouring over to his station. "Ensign."

"Yes, Captain?" He yawned and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Do you need to talk about something? Why aren't you sleeping?"

"No reason," he answered immediately, barely getting the words out before he yawned again.

Kathryn hesitated. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He shook his head and resumed his scans. She lingered for a few moments before she started toward her seat, barely catching his added mumble, "Unless you could keep it down?"

She stopped for the briefest of moments, but quickly forced herself to keep going as she tried to process his words. Realization dawned on her as she sat down, and her hands tightly gripped the edge of her chair. She considered retreating to her ready room, knowing something of her internal emotions had to be showing on her face, but she bunkered down and remained sitting where she was for nearly half an hour.

"Chakotay, meet me in my ready room," she finally said, quickly standing up and trying to not make it seem like she was rushing away. She heard Chakotay stand beside her, but avoided eye contact until they were safe behind closed doors.

"Computer, display schematics of officer quarters," she ordered, sitting at her desk and tilting her computer so Chakotay could see the screen as well. She zoomed in on her quarters and pointed to the room bordering with her bedroom.

"Kim's?" Chakotay looked at her in confusion, shifting to lean against her desk to see the screen better.

"I think we've been keeping him up at night," she sighed quietly, her face quickly flushing bright red. "He can hear us and he hasn't been sleeping because of us." Chakotay stood up and laughed, startling Kathryn's gaze away from the screen. "This isn't funny!"

"It is. At least a little." He smiled and came around behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders where he started massaging the tension away. "We mortified our ops ensign."

"We did! That's not funny!" She looked up at him, looking as mortified as Harry must've felt.

Before Chakotay to reassure her, her door chimed and she reluctantly called for the doors to open. He stepped off to the side just before Tom walked in, the doors closing again behind him.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" She folded her hands on her desk and swallowed, hoping her embarrassment wasn't as obvious on her face.

Tom shifted where he stood and finally cleared his throat. "Captan, Commander… Talking about Harry…" He stopped and cleared his throat again. "There's no one in your section who does not know when you two are having intimate relations. And not just those sharing that section, anyone who walks through it knows."

Despite her best efforts, Kathryn's face flushed once again and she buried it in her hands against her desk with a groan.

"I thought you should know… And that's why Harry hasn't been sleeping." He turned to leave and she heard Chakotay snicker, unable to hide his entire laugh.

She managed to wait until Tom had left before she groaned again, her fingers pushing her hair back from her face. "Stop laughing! This is not funny! Not at all!" She stopped and quickly shook her head. "Are we really that loud?"

"You're really that loud." He grinned at her and she launched from her seat and smack his arm

"Chakotay!"

"Careful. They might think we didn't even wait to get to your quarters this time." His grinned widened even more and Kathryn smacked him again.

"No. No, no, no. Oh my god. I can't believe this."

"I can." He smiled and bent to kiss her softly. "You're loud and I love it. We'll make sure to add additional privacy settings to your quarters, and it'll be fine."

"But they know…" She emphasized the last word and looked at him, her hands resting on his chest.

"And they don't seem to care. If they did, they would've said something a while ago." He kissed her again, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "It's okay. Like I said it would be."

"I wouldn't use 'okay' to describe this and I won't admit to you being right…" She trailed off and leaned into his chest.

He smiled and kissed her head. "But I was right."

She merely hummed in response, her body relaxing as he resumed massaging her shoulders.