Title: Lists
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: Mature
People
Summary: They share meals, coffee, intellectual debates, even a few - potentially fictional - stories of
the past.
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings:
Language.
Prompt Number for fic101: 19 – Annoy
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Four Seasons. Set during Counterpoint.
Disclaimer:
Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 08/01/07
***
I felt a rush
like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinning my head around and taking my body under
***
He doesn’t annoy
her, so much as leaves her with the desire to rip his arm off and beat him to death with it.
Maybe she's been spending
too much time with B'Elanna, because some of those Klingon tendencies seem to have rubbed off on her.
He sits there,
in
her chair, with his gloating face and arrogant smugness surrounding him like a dark cloud. His speech is sophisticated,
each word pronounced finely and she just wants to sock him in the mouth and see how well he talks with a few absent teeth.
Kathryn
really,
really wants to kick his arse.
It's not that she's reluctant to do it, it's just that annoying little
voice singing in her head - she believes it to be known as her conscience - that reminds her that lives are at stake here
and thus, she's got little choice but to play along.
When the music starts to resound throughout her Ship, with the
supposed intention of 'relaxing' her crew during the ‘stressful’ inspections, Kathryn knows that the dance has
begun.
Kashyk is attracted to her, she knows that.
She has been playing the diplomatic game long enough to
be able to tell when the twinkle in someone's eye is that of gloating and when it is that of lust.
The problem, the
really
big problem, is that she's actually attracted to him as well.
It might be that he's dark and dangerous
- much like someone else she can think of that was once very much the same - or it might be that she looks at him and just
knows that he is her equal and could, quite easily, fuck her three ways from Sunday. Perhaps it's some twisted desire
to not be in control after so many years of being 'on-duty' or perhaps it’s simply that he is a reasonably attractive
man until he opens his mouth.
She adds that to the list of things about him that annoy the hell out of her.
His
arrogance is at the top or the list.
The fact that she might actually enjoy being with him is a close second.
They've
only met three times.
It's a big list.
Each 'inspection' of her ship, each song played to calm the crew, every
smug word that leaves his mouth, each cup of coffee that he drinks from behind her desk and each time he looks at her, she
is reminded of two things.
The First, is that the telepaths they keep in suspension - their own and the stowaways -
are in grave danger and they need to get out of Devore space as soon as possible.
The Second, is that she really does
need to get laid.
Kathryn plays a dangerous game with him, moves to a dance with dangerous steps, even after he 'defects.'
She doesn't trust him completely, she is not that stupid, but she does let her guard down just a little.
They share
meals, coffee, intellectual debates, even a few - potentially fictional - stories of the past.
When he kisses her in
the cargo bay, she can't help but think it the appropriate culmination of weeks of flirting.
But when
she kisses
him in the cargo bay, she makes a mental note to herself that the whole needing to get laid thought wasn't just a whimsical
desire.
It's funny, but when she meets him in the Ready Room, sees him in his intimidating uniform again and watches
as his 'deception' is revealed, Kathryn doesn't feel a thing.
She listened to him call his assistant and betray her
with little emotion. They had expected this,
she had expected this and her attraction doesn't change anything.
At
the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, Kathryn sits on the bridge and stares blankly at the view screen.
The
telepaths are safe, her own crew remain unharmed, Voyager is still homeward bound and she is resigned to the possibility that
it's going to take
another five years before she gets to kiss someone again.
Never mind the getting laid issue.
"Sorry
he's gone?"
The voice comes from her left, as always and when Kathryn turns to look at her First Officer, she can
see something in his expression that hasn't been there since the day she met him: Barely controlled anger.
"No."
Well,
She thinks, not breaking eye contact with him.
Maybe it wont take another five years after all.***
End
There
is a smutty sequel - Already written.
