RESOLUTIONS RESOLVED

Chakotay lay naked on the bed as he lazily wound an auburn curl around his finger. The late afternoon light glinted on her hair, making it look like a glorious, shining sunset. He loved their many contrasts, from their coloring right through to their command styles. Despite the differences - or perhaps because of them - they were perfectly matched, and found completion and fulfillment in each other.

After a day of packing in the heat, they'd needed a swim in the river, and then a nap. He knew she was awake, although her eyes were still closed. "How are you feeling about returning to Voyager tomorrow?" he asked.

Kathryn didn't open her eyes, but her mouth pursed in thought. "Hmm. That's complicated. I've enjoyed not being responsible for 150 lives and all that constant stress…what?" She cracked an eye open at the sound of his snort.

"You enjoyed it. Yeah, right," he replied sarcastically. "And the Vidiians are philanthropic missionaries. Kathryn, it wasn't until after six weeks when the first plasma storm destroyed all your equipment that you FINALLY relaxed into the life here."

She waved her hand. "Details. Anyway, I've enjoyed it here, finding a life besides being a 24/7 Starfleet captain."

She sounded unfinished. "But…?" he prompted.

"But…" Kathryn rolled onto her side to face him, eyes fully opened. "I have missed the excitement, the exploration, the first contacts, and all of our crew."

He gave her a mock pout. "What? I'm not enough company for you?"

"No one could ask for better company alone on a planet, or anywhere else for that matter. You're smart, funny, good looking, and talented in oh so many ways." She waggled her eyebrows at him. "It's too bad we didn't get to try out your boat."

"I appreciate your appreciation." He thought for a second. "I could still build it on Voyager."

"How would you do that? All the space you'd need, the materials, the time-"

"Holodeck," he interrupted. "I'll create a program, and build the boat from holo materials. That way it takes no space, and I can work on it whenever I have time."

"Smart. Not just another pretty face, are you?" she teased, running one hand over his muscular hip and thigh.

He tried - but failed - to keep a straight face.. "Spirits help me, I've created a-"

"Careful." The Janeway Death Glare was as powerful as ever.

"Tigress."

"Nice save."

Unable to contain his laughter any more, he shook his head at her. "How will I ever manage to keep up with you?"

"You done just fine so far. More than fine." Her fingers crept around the inside of his hip bone. "I'll make that boat your first assignment once we're back."

He couldn't think while she touched him like that so he captured her hand. "Kathryn, if we use the boat the way you're implying, we'll wind up capsized in the river."

"We already did the river. And the shore, the forest, and the garden-"

"And the table, the chairs, the floor, your bed, my bed-"

"Our bed." She stroked her free hand over the queen-sized quilt before gliding it across his smoothly muscled chest. "But what about you, Chakotay? How are you feeling about us returning to Voyager?"

He tucked her long hair behind her ear, letting the silky strands slip through his fingers. "You know that I've loved it here, the simple life. And I certainly didn't mind not fighting for our lives every week."

Kathryn nodded in agreement. "Me neither. But…?" It was her turn to prompt him further.

Chakotay grabbed at her straying hand that was trailing white heat around his nipples. "But, I've missed the different cultures we encountered, and our crew. All the same, for me, wherever I am is fine as long as it's with you."

With both her hands held tightly, she leaned forward to kiss him. In doing so, her breasts brushed his chest. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, the flame that was never doused between them almost igniting to flashpoint.

He smiled down at her, still delighting in this free-spirited woman he'd discovered buried under Starfleet pips and protocols. "Kathryn, you taste of coffee. I swear it's in your pores."

"That's another benefit of returning to Voyager. We're almost out of coffee beans."

He shook his head at her in disapproval. "I can't believe you. While we could always replicate more, that was a whole year's supply of beans you've gone through."

She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes again. "Your point?"

"My point, precious Captain, is we've been here only three months. Do the math. You need deliverance from this addiction of yours."

"Deliverance? That will never happen." A seductive smile spread across her face. "But I could be distracted for a while."

Chakotay's eyes swept over her pink and white curves. "Is that so?" he murmured quietly. He took both her hands into one of his and drew them over her head. The movement arched her back, jutting her breasts forward and he breathed on one rosy nipple, watching it peak. He licked the rim of her ear before whispering, "How's this for distraction?" Caressing his other hand down her body to her pelvis, he slipped his fingers between her thighs. A breathless moan was her answer as he lazily wound an auburn curl around his finger.

The End

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