Billowing Fields by Nameless Ensign

A romantic Voyager fanfiction short story, written 2001. Rated R.

Disclaimer: Star Trek:Voyager and the characters used in this story all belong to Paramount. No infringement intended.

Chakotay sat down on the bench next to his former Captain.
      What are you reading?"
      She smiled, almost apologetically.
      "It's just a trashy romance novel," she said.
      He reached out for the book.
      "In the billowing fields by Nicholas Pine," he read out loud.
      He studied the cover of the old-fashioned pocket book for a moment longer, smiling.
      "I thought you only liked serious literature," he said.
      "Not all the time."
      She paused and smiled.
      "So, what do you think of Indiana, Chakotay?"
      "Oh, very nice," he said distractedly while opening the book, "especially your mother's garden."
      She looked around. "Yes, it is... tranquil, isn't it?"
      "Mmmm."
      At his short reply, she turned to look at him, and found him reading, his eyebrows arched high. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks.
      Chakotay cleared his throat, and turned the page.
      "This is... kind of nice," he said, grinning.
      He shot a quick glance at her.
      "You're blushing."
      "Don't be silly, Starfleet Captains don't blush."
      He smiled and leaned closed to her.
      "Sandra was lying in the cornfield, naked now that Robert had removed all her clothes," he whispered, reading out loud from the book. "Her chest was heaving with each breath," he continued, "looking expectantly at the man hovering above her. 'Oh, Robert,' she panted."
      Chakotay's breath was tickling her neck, his voice a low whisper. Deep, steady breaths, Kathryn thought as she could feel a fire begin to build in her own body. Fasten your eyes on something innocent... like his hands, she thought, reaching out to hold his free hand. She crossed her legs, trying to quell the beginning arousal.
      Absentmindedly, Chakotay began stroking her hand, as he continued reading.
      "Slowly, Robert lowered his muscular body next to her. 'Oh, Sandra,' he said, 'you're so beautiful.'" Chakotay paused while he turned the page. "Slowly he let his hand purposefully travel up her thigh," he continued. "'Oh!' Sandra exclaimed as his hand reached its' destination. 'Oh, yes, two fingers, yes!'"
      Kathryn quickly jerked her hand away from his and tried to banish the vivid images of Chakotay's fingers and cornfields that had invaded her mind.
      "Something wrong, Kathryn?"
      She took a deep breath. "No."
      He smiled, content with her reply. Then he looked out over the fields surrounding the garden they were in.
      "Lots of fields here," he said suggestively.
      "Uh-huh."
      He leaned close to her again.
      "Do you like two fingers, Kathryn?"
      She closed her eyes, letting out a strangled moan. Then she opened her eyes to look into his.
      "Yes," she admitted hoarsely.
      He gestured towards the fields.
      "Have you ever....?"
      He didn't finish the question, but there was no doubt what he was hinting at.
      Kathryn bit her lip as images of herself and Chakotay in a cornfield appeared in her mind.
      "Yes," she whispered.
      "Oh!"
      Chakotay's eyebrows shot up again, then he smiled.
      "I've always wondered... the corncobs... did you ever... uh..."
      Kathryn quickly stood up, needing to stop the conversation. The mental images were becoming way too insistent. She was blushing now, Starfleet Captain or not.
      "How about a walk, Chakotay?" she said.
      Putting the book aside, Chakotay stood up and smiled.
      "Sure."
      They made their way slowly along a small dust road. Kathryn's intentions of making the tension disappear didn't quite work, though. The billowing fields on both sides of the road didn't help much. Nor did his hand on the small of her back. She sighed slightly.
      "This is a... nice cornfield," Chakotay said teasingly, nodding towards the field on their right side.
      "That's it!"
      Kathryn stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him.
      "If you don't stop that right now I'm going to drag you into that field whether you want to or not."
      He inched closer to her, and put his hands on her hips.
      "Stop what?"
      "Flirting."
      Chakotay grinned.
      "I thought you liked it when I flirt with you? Besides, all I did was suggest that corncobs might make nice... uh... playthings."
      With a groan of frustration, Kathryn took his hand and started pulling him towards the cornfield.
      "You asked for it, mister," she said, then she turned to smile at him. "No corncobs, though."
      "Fingers?"
      She was grinning widely now.
      "Two," she said and winked at him.

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