Mug's Away

Title: Mug’s Away
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: It was hotter than she normally liked - much hotter.
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: None, really.
Prompt Number for fic101: 73 - Hot
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Missy Higgins.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 26/03/07

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But time has changed
Nothing at all
You’re still the only one
That feels like home

***

The water was scalding as she slipped into the tub.

Her muscles were aching, screaming, in protest as she silenced them with the soothing heat.

“Computer, maintain temperature at this level.” She ordered quietly.

It was hotter than she normally liked - much hotter.

Her forehead was starting to pimple with beads of sweat and her bathroom mirror was already beginning to fog up and she'd only been in the bathroom for a few moments. But the situation called for it and her body demanded it.

Who was she to argue?

Working out had never been one of her favorite parts of the Academy and she was being pointedly reminded of that fact right now.

Oh, she liked pushing her body and she enjoyed a good game of Velocity or even Tennis, now that she was older. Being Captain certainly came with a fair amount of running around from one place to another. Fighting aliens in hand-to-hand combat was no walk in the park, either. Though she tried to avoid it these days, or she ended up with two very firm lectures.

She liked to stay in shape, to keep her figure to the best of her ability, despite gravities attempts at pulling certain parts of her once firmer figure towards her knees.

But full-on, intense, physical labor?

Definitely not her strong suit.

So it wasn't surprising that, after several very long hours running for her life on a back-water alien mud ball, Kathryn was feeling a little tender.

More than a little, actually.

Her muscles were burning. She could imagine her legs throwing her arms up in surrender and threatening to cease functioning should she ever force them into today’s kind of activities again.

She wanted to whine.

It wasn’t very Captain-like, hell, it wasn’t very adult at all, but she wanted to whine and there was no one here to listen and offer soothing platitudes. Not that they would understand how she was feeling if they hadn’t been there, though, but her companions wouldn't offer her any support either.

Tuvok just didn't complain - ever.

He would simply raise an eyebrow at her, frown in a Vulcan-ly way and tell her that it built character or strength of the soul or something.

And B'Elanna had taken the day on as some kind challenge that would reward her in the long run now that she was trying to shed what she'd named her 'baby weight.'

Which left Kathryn to her own devices in the complaints department.

It wasn't anyone’s fault, really.

They'd been taking a few hours to themselves in one of the more out-of-the-way markets after all of the negotiations with the local government were complete.

She and B'Elanna had been trying to find some things for Miral - which was a thinly veiled excuse to shop and give themselves an ego-booster after yet another failed attempt to return home - and Tuvok had been following a respectable three meters behind them at all times, for their own safety.

Of course, three meters may as well have been three light years for all the good it did when one of the less respectable citizens decided to - what had Tom said? - 'mug them.'

The thief and his friends had grabbed both of their comm. badges and Kathryn's bag – the one holding their purchases and the phaser and tricorder, of course - before running down into an overgrowth of foliage.

When it had happened, she'd turned to sheepishly ask Tuvok to contact the ship for a beam out.

She had been prepared for the intense lecture that she would receive once they were back safely aboard Voyager - he hadn't been very happy with them going to a ‘less than secure’ area in the first place - only to find her Chief of Security on the ground, also missing his comm. badge. Seems the thief and his friends had outsmarted a Vulcan.

Kathryn had to give them points for that.

By the time she had forced her amusement down enough to take in her surroundings, a crowd had gathered around them. The natives had simply surrounded them and stared, no one moved forward to assist them.

Apparently, the government was happy to trade with them but the people on the outskirts of the city, where they had been, weren't very welcoming of strangers and even less likely to be hospitable if they caused any trouble.

They'd had about seven seconds warning when the local law enforcement officers had started screaming and running towards the gathered throng of people.

Without their comm. badges and the in-build universal translators, they hadn't had a clue as to what they were saying, but Kathryn had taken it in the negative.

One moment they'd been the centre of muted attention, the next they were being chased through the trees, trying desperately not to engage the men with guns.

They'd run as far and as fast as they could.

'As far and as fast' has equated to three hours and more miles than Kathryn wanted to think about.

They had managed to loose the men rather easily - apparently people didn't normally run from the men with guns - but they'd still had to face the fact that not only were they now lost, but they were also without a way to contact the ship.

And it was hot on the planet.

That part had really made her day.

They had wandered around for a good hour before her loyal first officer, her wonderful lover, the beautifully intelligent man that had taken care of the bridge while she shopped, had appeared in front of them.

He didn't smirk, didn't mock, didn't even crack a smile. He'd simply asked if they were all right and handed her a flask of water.

Why he'd thought to bring the flask with him, she'll never know, but she was grateful as she'd guzzled a large mouthful and passed it to B'Elanna.

Chakotay had held her hand, Tuvok and B'Elanna had both put a hand on his other arm and he'd called for a beam out.

Kathryn had actually been feeling pretty good up until that point.

Exhausted, yes, but her muscles felt thoroughly stretched. Like she’d just had a good work-out, not too hard, not too long, just the right amount of push for her body.

And then she'd stepped off the transporter pad and suddenly it felt as though she'd been drawn and quartered.

Or something like that, anyway.

"Go and have a hot bath." Chakotay had told her quietly. Then he had turned to face the others. "We've locked on to your comm. badges and retrieved them. The stolen bag, with the exception of some missing food, was found and returned to the government. The Councilman we've been dealing with for the last few days returned it earlier."

"I am grateful for that. And grateful for your assistance in returning to Voyager." Tuvok had replied.

"How did you know where to find us?"

Chakotay had smiled at B'Elanna, looking at Kathryn out of the corner of his eye. "I followed the trail of steam coming from the Captain's ears."

They'd all laughed - except Tuvok, of course - and she'd swatted his arm playfully before retreating to their quarters with the hot bath he'd mentioned being the only priority for her.

Now, as she lay in the steaming water, all but her head submerged, she was trying to think of the whole experience as a way of reaffirming life.

The burning pain in her thighs was telling her to blow that theory out her ass.

"Kathryn!" The voice startled her out of her thoughts. "You know that there's steam in the bedroom, right?"

"From my ears or the bath water?" She called back.

Chakotay appeared at the entrance to the small alcove that housed her bathtub, leaning against the doorframe with a smile. "Both."

She flicked a few droplets of water at him. "I could throw you in the Brig, you know?"

"But then who would be your towel boy?"

Kathryn pretended to think it over for a while. "OK, you can stay."

"Why thank you, Your Highness." He bowed gracefully before moving to sit at the edge of the tub by her head.

Pulling down a bottle of her rose scented shampoo, Chakotay squeezed some into his palm before returning the bottle to the shelf attached to the wall.

He urged her to turn so that her back was to him and began massaging the shampoo into her scalp.

"Hmmm. You can definitely stay." Kathryn sighed happily. He loved washing her hair almost as much as she loved him doing it. "So, are we the laughing stock of the halls?"

The steam in the bathroom carried the scent of roses throughout their quarters, matching the bath salts that had melted in the hot water earlier.

"There's been some amusement," He tactfully replied, continuing to work his fingers through her lathered hair. "But mostly it's been a morale booster. The crew is still pretty down about not making it through the Borg Hub."

"I would think that destroying the Hub itself would have been a morale booster." She shrugged a little. "But, by the same token, I understand how they feel."

Kathryn sighed, her thoughts momentarily resting on all the Admiral had sacrificed, only for it to blow up - literally - in their faces when they were knocked the wrong way out of the hub, back to a point in the Delta Quadrant.

They were another 15,000 light years closer to home, but it wasn't enough for the crew.

Or for her.

"Me too. I was looking forward to your mother's brownies."

She huffed her amusement as he scooped up some of the hot water to rinse her hair out.

He carefully washed away the traces of shampoo, shielding her eyes with his free hand. "Conditioner?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. Why don't you join me?"

"Kathryn Janeway, what are you suggesting?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. Get in the bath."

By the look on his face, Kathryn thought that he actually considered protesting for all of ten seconds.

Quickly pulling his uniform off, Chakotay slipped into the bath behind her, legs outstretched around her body as Kathryn settled herself back against him, sighing in contentment.

"How are you feeling?" He murmured quietly, arms winding around her stomach.

"Old." She admitted with another sigh.

"You're not old."

"I feel it." The pull on her muscles had moved from being a pleasurable affirmation of life to a burning pain

A hand cupped her breast and a thumb rubbed lazily across the nipple. "You don't feel it to me."

"You're just saying that to get into my pants." She huffed in amusement again, but Kathryn knew that he could feel her shiver against him.

"Sweetheart, you're not wearing any pants." And his hand moved south to prove it, dancing across the skin of her submerged belly until it rested over her crotch.

Instinctively, Kathryn spread her legs to accommodate the hand that worked its way between her thighs. "Do you want to argue semantics with me?"

His voice was quiet, mouth against her ear, fingers moving. "I don't think that's necessary."

Sighing happily, Kathryn made no move to hurry him as his index finger made lazy circles across her clit. Her body was flushed, a fact not helped by the hot water that surrounded him as his finger kept up a slow, consistent pace.

She lay back against his broad chest, her eyes closed, trusting him to take care of her.

The pleasure was slow building under his unhurried movements.

Her hips pushed against his hand, but even her own movements were languid. The heat that surrounded them added a strange friction against her skin, the water lapping against them gently.

When her orgasm came, it was little more than a quick dissipation of pleasure from her lower body. It wasn’t the toe-curling reactions that he often produced from her, but it was powerful and welcomed nonetheless.

"That was a much better end to the day than I expected." She admitted, slightly out of breath.

"I'm glad." Chakotay's voice was low and she could feel his erection against the small of her back.

“If you help me out of this tub, I’ll return the favor.”

Chakotay kissed her neck again. “Deal.”

***

End