Our Top Story
Rated M
“I thought we were going to play Racquetball?” Chakotay asked as Kathryn released his moist lips.
“It’s the only place I could find where we could be alone.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Remember the promise I made to you years ago?”
“Yes, but I still don’t see…” Chakotay paused as fast as what she was saying dawned on him. “Oh! Kathryn, I don’t think this is such a good place for that.”
“Why not,” she pulled away from him, “Reporters are everywhere, but here. It’s the only place I can find that I can be alone.” She turned back to him and caressed his chest, “With you especially.”
“Kathryn, are you sure about this?”
“Do you know how long it’s been for me? How long I’ve waited to have a moment alone with you, where we didn’t have any responsibilities to a crew or getting back home?”
She caressed his lips with hers as he said, “Too long.”
Chakotay did not try to find more excuses as to why they should not make love in Starfleet Headquarters’ gym. Instead, he returned her caresses by kneading her hips with his hands.
Urgent kisses from Kathryn drove his desire for her and he quickly undid her uniform jacket and slid it off her. Then he pulled her close and repossessed her lips with his again. As his mouth trailed down to her neck, she let her head roll back, allowing him access to one of her most sensitive areas.
As he suckled and caressed her neck with his lips, her arousal grew. She wanted him more than ever and was glad they were finally home again so they could have this time together.
While he made his way back up to her lips again, she pulled his civilian shirt up out of his pants and worked it up over his head. He raised his arms so assist her in removing the encumbering garment.
Once the shirt was off, she admired his muscular body. She had not seen it in such a long time and this was the first time she was free to feel his rock-hard biceps. Caressing them with her hands, she slowly moved to his broad muscular chest and teased his nipples with her fingertips, which caused him to release a soft groan.
The desire to feel her soft skin against his teased him and he returned her favour by helping her out of her shirt and began caressing her beautifully formed breasts. Suddenly, he pulled her close to him, their warm flesh touching as he reclaimed her lips once more. Slowly he moved back down to her neck again to suckle and caress it with his hot moist mouth once more.
“Oh, Chakotay, it’s been far too long,” she moaned heavily with pleasure.
“Yes, it has,” he said before moving down to tease her breasts with his tongue and mouth.
Just as he enveloped one of her nipples, the door suddenly swished opened and there was a flash of light.
The two lovers jerked apart suddenly in shock from the sudden intrusion.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Kathryn demanded of the reporter as she grabbed her shirt and quickly slipped it back on her body.
“I… um…” the stunned paparazzo stammered as Chakotay put his shirt on again. “I was trying to get a picture of you with Commander Chakotay for a report.”
“If you had done your homework, you would have found that one he returned to teaching archaeology and two, there will be NO REPORT USING THAT PICTURE!”
The freelance photographer quickly ran out of the gym and down the corridor, as Kathryn quickly retrieved her uniform jacket. Meanwhile, Chakotay took off after the paparazzo, but he was not fast enough. The man managed to transport out of Starfleet Headquarters as soon as he rounded a corner.
“Damn it!” Janeway cursed as she quickly came up behind Chakotay and saw the man disappear. “We have to get that picture!”
“We don’t even know where he went and by the time a transporter trace is done, that picture could be all over the news.”
Kathryn sighed, “So much for our time alone.”
Later that evening, Kathryn and Chakotay were watching the evening news on the view screen.
“Our top story today, Voyager: “Peyton Place” or “Love Nest”. Makes you wonder after a reporter found Admiral Kathryn Janeway and the former Maquis Leader Chakotay in Starfleet Headquarters’ Gym earlier this evening with their pants down.”
“Turn it off!” Kathryn insisted angrily as the picture of the two of them flashed across the screen. From the angle of the picture, it looked as though they were hugging. Chakotay’s head hid her bare chest as her arms wrapped around him, but they were obviously naked.
Chakotay turned off the view screen, “They’ve blown it out of proportion! How can they get away with showing that picture of us anyway?”
“I know, we hadn’t gotten as far as they were insinuating,” Kathryn stated. “Now you see why I didn’t want a relationship on Voyager.”
“Might have been easier than this,” Chakotay shook his head as Kathryn’s computer beeped with an incoming message.
“Oh no!”
“What is it?”
“It’s my mother! She must have seen the news,” Kathryn guessed. “Why couldn’t we have moved faster and gotten that camera from the paparazzo?”
“I’m sorry, Kathryn. I tried. I really did.”
“I know you did, Chakotay,” she said softly.
“You’d better answer that and straighten her out before she jumps to anymore conclusions.”
“Yes, but Chakotay, we were partially undressed.”
“We weren’t really caught with our pants down though!”
The computer beeped again.
Kathryn sighed, “OK but I’m still not sure what to tell her if that’s what she is calling about.”
“Tell her the truth.”
“You’re not serious!”
The computer beeped a forth time, “You’d better answer that, because you’ll have to talk to her eventually about this.”
“You’re right, I’m a grown woman. I shouldn’t be concerned about what my mother is going to think.”
“Kathryn Janeway! What is this I hear about being caught with your pants down?”
“Mother, it’s not what you think,” Kathryn paused. “OK it is, but I can assure you, my pants were still on my body.”
‘Oh God, that sounded very bad,’ Kathryn thought.
“Oh? Then what’s this on the news with pictures of you and Chakotay which looks like you have no clothes on for the world to see?”
“Mother please.”
“They’re insinuating that you two were in the throes of love making.”
Kathryn blushes, “Mother, really.”
“Honestly, what has come over you since you’ve returned home?”
“Would you have felt any differently if we were not caught?”
“I wouldn’t have known then,” Gretchen replied. “The fact is, you were caught, and it is all over the news.”
“I know mother.”
“What could you possibly say that would change any of the embarrassment that I feel right now?”
“You? Have you thought about how Chakotay and I feel right about now?”
“Not half as ashamed if your father were still alive!”
“You’re right, I don’t even think the fact that Chakotay and I are getting married would change your embarrassment right now,” Kathryn replied. “It’s late and I have to be at Headquarters early in the morning. Good night, Mother.”
“Married? Wait? Kathryn,” she started to continue as Kathryn ended the transmission.
“Married?” Chakotay questioned.
“Why not? Besides, it got her off her original topic, didn’t it?”
“When did I propose?”
“Who said you proposed?” Kathryn asked as she moved in close to him and threw her arms around him. “I could have been the one who proposed.”
“Isn’t this awfully sudden?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Kathryn stated and then kissed him. When she slowly drew her lips away from his, she continued, “We’ve been together for seven years and part of that time was spent entirely alone together for days and months.”
Chakotay understood what she meant by the last and replied, “Oh, but you forget the monkey.”
“Oh, yes. Well, he doesn’t count when we were behind closed doors.”
“Oh really?” Chakotay raised an eyebrow.
“Really,” she insisted. “So, what will it be?”
“I’ll just have some water thank you,” he said trying hard to keep a straight face.
Kathryn laughed and gently pushed him away, “Now you’re trying to be funny.”
Chakotay finally became serious and gave her a straight answer, “Yes, Kathryn, of course I’ll marry you.”
She threw her arms around him again as she kissed him passionately.
“Oh Chakotay, I love you!” She softly exclaimed when their lips parted.
“I love you too, Kathryn, but what are we going to do about the reporters?”
“What do you mean? We’ve already been busted and the story has been blown way out of proportion.”
“Paparazzi at twelve o’clock,” Chakotay pointed his forehead toward the window behind Kathryn. The curtains were open for anyone who was close enough to the window to see into the room.
“What?” Kathryn quickly turned and ran over to the window. When she looked down towards the ground, she saw a man with a camera, hiding between the bushes and the wall of the house.
“Damn! Not again!” She quickly jerked the curtains closed, “When will this ever end!”
© Mriana April 2005