Thank you Julie-N-Maggie-fan for reminding me about this story. Here you go! ~Coffee

When Kathryn woke up the next morning, she was aware of two things; first, she was deliciously sore from the previous evening's activities, and second, Q's sleep-heavy arm was crushing her where it was slung over her waist. She smiled and started to move towards the side of the bed, but the action roused him. His arm suddenly came to life, and it curled around her, pulling her into a spooning position.

"Good morning," he murmured.

"Good morning," she replied, snuggling back against him.

"Trying to escape?" he teased, kissing the side of her neck.

"Maybe," she grinned into a pillow.

"Too bad you weren't quick enough…" he said, yawning and pulling her even closer to him. Kathryn snorted, but nuzzled him contently. They stayed like that for awhile, cuddling, slipping in and out of consciousness together…Kathryn knew it was too good to last when her alarm began to beep softly, telling her it was time to get up. With a sigh, she wriggled away from Q's protesting grasp and made her way to the bathroom.

When she emerged, showered and in a clean uniform, she was surprised to see that Q had replicated some breakfast for the two of them, and he was wearing his clothes from the night before. She paused to admire the view for a moment as she watched him arrange the table. Q suddenly seemed to sense her presence and turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and Kathryn suddenly realized she was grinning at him almost idiotically. She tried to compose herself, but it was impossible. Q's face broke into its own heartbreakingly glorious smile, and in a second he was there with his arms around her.

Hormones…Kathryn thought ruefully, trying to control the rush of arousal flowing through her body. She turned her face upwards for a good morning kiss.

"No!" Q gasped, backing away and looking at her in horror. "I haven't brushed!"

Kathryn didn't know if she should laugh or scowl as Q made a beeline for the bathroom.

"You're not serious," she called after him.

"I'm quite serious!" Q cried haughtily from the bathroom. "Hygiene is one of the few things that separates your species from its primate ancestors!"

Kathryn rolled her eyes and sat down to eat her breakfast. It occurred to her, as she speared bits of scrambled eggs with her fork, that Q was probably using her toothbrush, seeing as how she hadn't seen him replicate one of his own. The thought irritated her.

"Q?" she called out. "You'd better not be using my toothbrush!" She heard him scoff around a mouthful of toothpaste and spit.

"Contrary to popular belief, I do have some understanding of human etiquette," he called. "You're just mad because you have to wait for me to kiss you."

Kathryn felt her face fush as she choked down a piece of toast. She glared up at Q as he emerged from the bathroom holding a smart leather Dopp kit in one hand and his own toothbrush in the other. He twirled the toothbrush between his fingers and dropped it into the leather container with a flourish. "I'll shower in my own quarters, if that's all right with you, darling."

"Oh? Is my humble bathroom not suited to your majesty's liking?" Kathryn snorted, rolling her eyes again at Q's self-important tone.

"As a matter of fact, it's lovely," Q said, pretending he didn't hear her sarcasm as he sat down on the other side of the table and began to eat his plate of food. "And I wouldn't mind joining you in the tub again, Kathy; I daresay it would be a lot more fun than last time." Kathryn raised an eyebrow at him over her cup of coffee. "However, I prefer to bathe in a place where my accoutrements are most readily accessible afterwards."

"All right, all right…" Kathryn gestured from him to stop.

"…but of course, that wouldn't be a problem if you allowed me to keep some of my belongings here…" he hinted.

"Subtle," she snorted.

"It's not an entirely unreasonable request! Unless, of course, you don't ever intend to left me spend another night in your quarters, I'll need my own drawer."

"Your own drawer?"

"According to my research, this is something human couples are supposed to do for their lovers who spends the night…give me a drawer."

"Any other demands?"

"The passcode to your quarters."

Kathryn scoffed. "Are you insane?"

"Not in the least." Q rose gracefully to his feet and stepped around the table to stand behind her. He covered her shoulders with warm, strong hands and leaned down to whisper suggestively in her ear. "If you give me the code, I'll be able to surprise you with nice things in here when your shift ends…and your crew won't spot me pacing back and forth outside your door while I wait impatiently for my sexy captain to come home…" He pressed a sweet kiss just under Kathryn's earlobe, and she shivered and grinned to herself.

"I will not be distracted by your…distractions, Q…"

He'd moved to the other side of her neck, pressing slow kisses down its length, tugging down her turtleneck and burying his face in the curve at the base and breathing deep.

"You smell like soap…sweet, sweet Kathy…" he muttered, holding back a groan. She felt his hands slide lightly over her hair, which was up in her traditional chignon. "I'm going thoroughly enjoy taking this down strand by strand later this evening…"

Kathryn exhaled gustily and stood up. Stepping away from Q, she motioned for him to follow her into the bedroom, which he did with an entirely too eager expression on his face. Once, inside, he attempted to pull her into his arms, but Kathryn stepped away and held up her hands in a gesture that clearly signified for him to wait. Q scowled petulantly, but did as she asked, standing with his arms crossed as he watched her move to her dresser. Slowly, deliberately, Kathryn opened two drawers, and transferred a handful of shirts from one to the other. She repeated the action with the two drawers below and several pairs of pants.

"These two are yours," she pointed to the two now-empty drawers.

"Kathryn, what…" Q began, but she held up a single finger to shush him. Grabbing a spare PADD from the top of the dresser, she typed her passcode on it, and handed it to him with a small flourish. A slow grin spread over Q's face as he realized what she'd given him.

"I'm off duty at 1700 hours," she said, wrapping her arms around him—a gesture he quickly reciprocated.

"I'll be here," he murmured into the top of her head.

"Good," she replied. "Now kiss me."

Reviews are nice. ~Coffee