Title: Incidents
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating:
Mature People
Summary: It was all so fast, all such a blur.
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers:
None… the shows ended!
Warnings: Language, Sexual Situations.
Prompt Number for fic101: 5 - Floor
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Faith Hill. I do like to ignore 2 of 38D, don’t
I? Oh bugger.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 26/12/06
***
Someday
I’ll find a way to show you
Just how lucky I am to know you
Ooh, I love the way you love me
There’s no
where else I’d rather be
***
The first time he fucked her – for there is no other word for it –
they were in her quarters.
Early in the journey home, it was one of their first dinners together as The Command Team.
They were still nervous about each other then – but clearly not
that nervous – and they were still trying
to establish a rapport that would work for them both and not upset the delicate balance of power aboard the Ship.
They
had enjoyed their meal, making non-personal small talk.
Kathryn had asked him questions about all of the Maquis and
she could tell that he was impressed by her own knowledge of his crew.
He had answered honestly, telling her what
little he knew of their personal lives – married, single, in a relationship, owner of four cats and a bad attitude,
etc – and she in return had share the knowledge she had gathered about her new crew.
Kathryn had realized early
on in the peace – as early as the meeting when she asked him to be the Ships XO, perhaps – that he was dangerous.
She didn’t fear him leading a mutiny, she took him on his promise of service, but she feared the low fluttering she
could feel in her belly whenever he smiled at her.
In the short weeks that they had been together, her thoughts would
often need to be forcibly led back to Mark and she didn’t like that about herself. She didn’t like that this virtual
stranger had the power to affect her like that and she definitely didn’t like the fact that she couldn’t bring
herself to hate the feeling.
Not that she was willing to admit that.
But on the night of The Incident –
as it was later referred to in her personal logs and thoughts – they had finished their quiet dinner and moved to her
sofa to continue their conversation.
She is still, to this day, not certain of how it happened.
They had been
talking, laughing actually, if she recalled correctly, about something Neelix had tried to serve Tuvok for dinner and then
his tongue had been in her mouth, her pants had been around her ankles, she was on the floor and, Oh God, he was
inside
her.
It was all so fast, all such a blur.
Kathryn remembers only fragments of that time, like holoimages in
her mind.
She remembers that the floor was hard against her back and her shoulder blades had dug into it painfully
as she’d clutched at his arms, but she hadn’t cared at the time. She remembers how he looked, his face scrunched
in pleasure as he’d thrust into her. She remembers her orgasm, followed by his.
She remembers that they were
both shell-shocked afterwards.
Neither could believe what they’d done.
“I’m sorry,”
He’d finally managed after several moment of uncomfortable silence.
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
She’d returned.
Chakotay had looked hurt as he'd gathered his things. “That’s not what I said.”
***
The
second time had been on New Earth.
Kathryn isn’t sure if she can think of their nights there as being anywhere
near as sordid as their first coupling. They didn’t fuck each other on New Earth, not like that first night. They made
love.
Softly and tenderly, they’d made love for hours and hours.
There’d been nothing to do but
find stability after their world was turned upside down.
She’d withdrawn from him at first, hidden in her research
as she searched for a cure and then hidden in her sleeping alcove, unable and unwilling to face the new world that she didn’t
know how to deal with.
Chakotay had left her to her misery for three whole days.
He’d brought her coffee
and she’d turned her head from him. He’d brought her food and she’d pretended to be asleep. He’s offered
to run her a bath in the tub that he had finished a few weeks before the plasma storm that had ended her hops of leaving the
planet, but she’d just shaken her head at him and rolled over. He’d left her that way for three days, during which
she left the bed, perhaps, twice to use the bathroom.
And then, on the night of the third day, he’d crawled into
her tiny bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
Kathryn hadn’t reacted at first.
She’d
lain awake and waited for the other shoe to drop, waited for him to begin a lecture on how unhealthy she was being, how much
damage staying in bed was doing to her psyche. But he never uttered a word. He held her close to his chest and let her continue
the pretence of being asleep.
At some point, she’d dozed off, but her dreams were, once more, tainted with what
may have been happening to the Ship and the crew as they travelled home.
When she’d woken with a start, he’d
kissed her hair and told her that they’d be alright.
She’d cried in his arms that night, sobbed for everything
they’d lost, everything that they would miss out on. She cried for the fact that she would never see her family and
friends again; she would never see Earth or her childhood home. But then her tears had stopped and she’d quietly announced
that she’d like to have a bath.
He’d run the bath and added in some scented bath oil that he’d replicated
specially for her birthday, made sure that she was OK and left her to it.
She had stayed in the bath for well over
an hour. It was only the cooling water that had prompted her to rise and reach for the blue towel that he’d hung nearby
for her.
Kathryn had wrapped the towel around herself, securing the edge against her breast, walked inside, leant down
to him as he sat in a chair with his sand painting and kissed him.
He hadn’t reacted at first, surprised. But
after a moment he’d pulled her down to sit in his lap and he’d closed his arms around her. They’d made love
that night and there were no other words for it.
And then they’d spent another three days in his bed, together.
Laughing,
talking, making love.
They’d had no reason to leave the bed and even less desire to do so.
It was at
some point during their three day stint in bed – broken for bathroom trips and runs to get food and coffee – that
Kathryn realized that she was in love with him. She wasn’t prepared to say it, yet. She didn’t want him to think
it was some kind of reaction to her depression.
But at some point, it hit her that she hadn’t thought of Mark
in months and, when she forcefully brought him to mind now, all she could think was that she hoped he was happy and moving
on with his life.
After their three days, they had decided to venture out.
She planted several rows of Talaxian
Tomatoes and he had mentioned something about building them a bigger bed.
They had a week of their new routine. A week
of making love, growing little gardens and building things to add to their home before Tuvok called.
Kathryn had wanted
to explore the river. He was planning to build her a boat so that they could and then Tuvok had called and their world had
been ripped from under them again.
Tears had choked her. “I don’t want to leave.”
“I
know.”
“Do we have to?”
Chakotay had sighed. “Yes, Captain.”
***
The
third time had been during the disaster with the Equinox crew and, yes, he
had fucked her then.
On the floor
again, as it had turned out.
He’d been so angry with her, so frustrated and hurt and shocked and ashamed. After
the
Incident with Noah in the Cargo bay, she had stalked off after he’d stopped her from killing the man.
Chakotay
had followed her, following her angry footsteps with his own furious ones. He had known that she wouldn’t return to
the bridge right away, not with the anger still plastered across her body and the set of her shoulders.
The Computer
had told him where she was – in her quarters.
He’d stomped his way there, punched in his override code
and found her standing by the view port, staring out into space.
When she’d turned to face him, there’d
been no surprise in her eyes. She’d known that he was coming.
There weren’t enough words for him to express
what he was feeling, so he didn’t bother to try.
He’d pushed her to the floor – almost the same spot
as the first time, she had thought – and fucked her brains out. He didn’t appear to care that it had been three
years since the last time she’d done this and there had been some discomfort. It – he, they – was hard and
fast and brutal and animal but still wonderful.
Kathryn hadn’t said a word and, when she came, a few tears had
leaked from her eyes. When he came inside of her, he didn’t make a sound and that was what had bothered her the most.
Just
like the first time, he’d immediately reached for his clothes and stood.
Kathryn remained on the floor, unable
to move. “I’m sorry.”
“Good.” And he’d left her without a glance back.
***
The
fourth time was earlier this evening, after the celebrations in the holodeck had finished.
They had celebrated their
homecoming with their friends and family.
Voyager’s landing gear was secured to Earth and they had opened the
holodeck’s for one last big party before the crew scattered to be with their loved ones.
Kathryn had embraced
her mother and sister. Then she had watched as they embraced the man that stood by her side, offering his silent support.
He’d been inducted into the Janeway clan on the spot.
“Why aren’t you asleep?”
“I’m
thinking.”
“About?”
“The other times we’ve done this.”
“Done
what? Tried to sleep?”
Kathryn huffs her amusement and taps the chest that she is using as her pillow. “Been
together.”
“Not all of them have been happy.” He runs a hand along her spine. “Never bad, but
not always happy.”
“I’m sorry for putting you through so much.”
“You wouldn’t
have been you if there hadn’t been a few bumps along the ride.”
“I’d take offence but it’s
true.” She sighs and she snuggles further into his embrace.
“Good to know.”
“I love
you, Chakotay.”
It’s taken seven very long years to be able to say that, but it’s all been worth
it.
***
End
