by Nameless Ensign



A romantic Voyager fanfiction short story, written 2001. Rated NC-17.

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



Stopping just outside the doors to the sickbay, Chakotay braced himself for what he was about to see. The fall must have been horrible. He shuddered at the thought of how Kathryn had been lying injured for hours before they could get to her. Good thing Tuvok had been there, he was quite sure the Vulcan's logic was what eventually saved her. Chakotay had been following the rescue from the bridge, fighting his desire to go down to the planet and help. Sighing, he stepped through the doors. He was met with the sight of Kathryn, without a bruise, lying motionless on one of the biobeds. The doctor was standing beside her, looking solemn. A flash of panic shot through him, had they been too late after all? "Doctor?" he said, fear barely concealed in his voice.

At the sound of his voice, the doctor rushed over to him. "She's alright, I've healed all the wounds. Nothing serious, surprisingly." His voice was hushed, as if she was sleeping and he didn't want to disturb her. "She was terrified, though," he continued. "She doesn't know where she is, Commander. She doesn't know who she is. I'm afraid I had to sedate her."

"Amnesia?" Chakotay said in an equally hushed tone. His earlier panic started to turn into sadness. She was back, yet she wasn't. "Is it permanent?"

"I'm not sure yet," the doctor said, scrolling through the information on his tricorder. "I can't find anything physically wrong with her, I think this might be some kind of subconscious defense. She chose not to remember, more or less."

Chakotay walked over to her biobed. He felt like this was all his fault. Intellectually he knew that he wasn't responsible, but emotionally he blamed himself. He smiled sadly at her. "Your bad habits are rubbing off on me, Kathryn," he whispered to her unconscious form. He had thought it was a good idea to suggest that she went on this away mission. He had been trying to cheer her up, but his suggestion had nearly killed her instead.

With a sigh, he turned back to the doctor. "Would you mind trying to wake her again?" he said, needing to see her move and talk before he could convince himself that she indeed was here. "She might recognize me."

Nodding, the doctor walked over to them, and pressed a hypo spray to her neck.

Chakotay bent down until his face was close to hers, his hand caressing her cheek. "Kathryn?" he said softly.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Drowsy at first, then disoriented. Finally, she looked into Chakotay's eyes, and she seemed to calm down.

Smiling, he continued to look into her eyes. Those blue eyes he had come so close to never seeing again. "Hello," he said.

To his surprise, she smiled a little herself. She obviously didn't recognize him, but his presence seemed to be calming her anyway. "Hello," she said, sounding almost shy.

Kathryn? Shy? He had to laugh a little at the thought. Gently, he caressed her cheek. Then the tears he had been holding back broke through. He lifted her head and hugged her tightly to his chest. "Oh, Kathryn," he said, rocking them back and forth.

Hesitantly, she lifted her own arms to embrace him. The strength of her grip on him grew increasingly stronger. Then his tears turned into a happy laugh. Smiling, he pulled back to look at her. She looked very confused. "Do you remember what happened to you?" he asked.

"I fell?" she said questionly.

"Yes," he said. "It was a nasty fall, for a while we weren't sure we'd get you back."

She nodded and looked up into his eyes. "My name is Kathryn?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm Commander Chakotay, and I'm the commander of Voyager, the starship you're on board."

"I am a member of your crew?" she asked. "Sir?" she added.

He laughed. "No. No, you are my commanding officer, Kathryn. You're the captain."

Shock was evident on her face. "Me?"

He nodded. "If you like, we could go to your quarters, maybe you'll recognize something there that will help you remember." His looked up at the doctor. "If you think she's well enough for it, Doctor?"

"It sounds like a good idea, Commander. There is nothing I can do here at the moment." the Doctor said, and then turned to Kathryn. "If you feel up to leaving, that is. Don't worry, you're in good hands. Oh, and I'd like to see you in the morning again. Meanwhile, I'll do some more research."

"Thank you, Doctor," Chakotay said and held out his hand to her. "What do you say?"

Hesitantly, she took his hand, and together they left sickbay.



* * *



They walked in silence through the corridors. The few crewmembers they passed all smiled happily and nodded at her, so she did the same, thinking it was probably customary for her to do so. When they reached the door to what obviously were her quarters, she watched, surprised, as Chakotay keyed in an access code.

"Chakotay?" she said, uncertain of how to ask what she wanted to ask.

He looked down at her, smiling.

"You know the access code to my door?" she asked.

He smiled even wider. "Command override."

"Ah," she said, nodding. She almost felt disappointed. There had been a powerful tug of attraction and affection when she opened her eyes and first looked up at his face. Well, they obviously weren't living together anyway, she thought as she walked into the unfamiliar quarters that he claimed were hers. Perhaps there was some rule about being involved with other officers in their rulebook. Which would be what rulebook?

"What... uh... organization does this starship belong to?"

"Federation Starfleet," Chakotay said as he was moving over to the replicator.

"Starfleet," she echoed, tasting the word. It did feel oddly familiar. "Who are they? I mean we? Federation Starfleet?"

"Well," he said, sitting down on her couch putting the two cups of steaming beverage he had replicated on the table and motioning for her to sit down next to him. "The Federation is a federation of several planets and cultures. Starfleet is... their star fleet."

He smiled and handed her one of the cups. She smelled it and grimaced a little. The dark liquid smelled bitter but was strangely compelling. Carefully, she tried it. The mouthful flowed down her throat like oil soothing her insides, and even though her stomach protested slightly at first, the hot beverage sent a nice warm feeling through her body. This liquid couldn't be healthy, it was too nice. "What's this?" she said, nodding at the cup in her hands.

This elicited a laugh from him. A happy laugh that seemed to originate in his belly. "You really don't know?"

Confused at his outburst, she only shook her head.

"Oh, this is too good to be true. That's coffee, Kathryn. You're always drinking the stuff, though I can't understand why. It's vile, if you ask me."

Taking another sip, she smiled at him. "I understand perfectly why I'm drinking it all the time. It's heavenly."

He laughed again and shook his head. "Some things never change, no matter what." Then he leaned forward and gently kissed her cheek. "It's so good to have you back, Kathryn," he said in a softer voice.

Mesmerized, she looked at him. His kiss, however soft and friendly, left a burning spot on her cheek, and she was longing to feel those lips pressed to hers. She cleared her throat. "Chakotay, are we... I mean... Of what nature is our relationship?"

To her surprise, he smiled a little rueful smile at her, but his eyes held hope. "We're friends," he said, slowly, carefully. "Very good friends. And we're the command team of Voyager."

The silence that followed stretched out. She couldn't help but look at him, wondering why they weren't more. She was attracted to him, and it was obvious he felt the same way. It seemed to be a touchy subject, though. Perhaps they had tried a relationship and failed, or perhaps one of them was in another relationship. "Am I involved with someone else?"

He smiled and winked at her, the humor seemed to be back. "Not that I know of."

"Are you?"

"Not that I know of," he said jokingly, still smiling.

Playfully, she swatted his arm and smiled back at him. Then she got up from the couch, intending to explore this place that was her home.



* * *



He left her with her explorations a short while later, saying he needed to stop by the bridge before the shift ended. Alone in her quarters, she decided against listening to any of her logs just yet, and instead just browsed around the contents of the quarters. She almost felt like an intruder opening drawers and looking through their contents. In the closet, she found a box that seemed to contain her most personal belongings. She brought it over to her bed and took out its contents. An old, leather bound book with a card speaking words of love, signed by a man called Mark. She sat there for a while, holding the book, trying to remember who this Mark might be. She didn't succeed. She found a photo that, according to the writing on the back, was a picture of herself, Mark, and a dog called Molly. She still didn't remember anything, just felt a slight and distant feeling of grief. Putting it aside, she looked into the box again. What she found surprised her, a framed photo of herself and Chakotay. They were in the sun, laughing. The writing on the back said "New Earth" which brought forth a warm feeling in her. At the bottom of the box, she found a small stone, polished by waves and with a small carving on it. Instinctively, she knew it was from the same place as the photo, and that Chakotay had made the carving. But even though these things stirred up emotions in her, they didn't help her remember. Sighing, she leaned back towards the headboard, studying the carved stone. A cry from the other side of the wall made her bolt upright. "Computer," she said, "whose quarters are on the other side of the wall I'm by?"

"Commander Chakotay's quarters," the computer answered.

Instinctively, she reached for her communicator. 'Funny,' she thought, 'I don't remember coffee, though Chakotay said I drink it all the time, but I know perfectly well what this little thing is, and how to use it.' At a banging sound from the other side of the wall, she shook herself from her thoughts and pressed the device slightly. "Janeway to Chakotay," she said. 'Janeway,' she thought, 'my name is Kathryn Janeway.'

"Chakotay here," he answered in an agitated and slightly sleepy voice. "Is something wrong, Kathryn?"

"I'm fine, Chakotay. I'm sorry for waking you. It's just that..." she hesitated, suddenly feeling very foolish.

"What?" he said in a softer voice.

"I thought you might be having nightmares, I could hear you scream."

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry..."

"No, no," she said, "I wasn't sleeping. You didn't wake me. I was just... concerned for you. That sounded like one hell of a nightmare."

"Yeah..." he said, quietly.

"Want to talk about it?"

There was a pause, and she thought he might have terminated the link or perhaps fallen asleep again. "Chakotay?" she said, softly.

"I'm here." His disembodied voice came drifting back to her. He sighed. "I dreamt of you."

"Of me?"

"Well, of you being hurt. In the accident. I was so afraid I'd never see you again."

She didn't respond immediately, not knowing exactly how to interpret this.

"I'm fine," she said in a soft voice. "You saw me, I'm fine."

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "I guess my subconscious is still fighting off the fright you gave us." Sensing the awkwardness that was about to develop, he changed the subject. "So, why weren't you sleeping?" he said, shaking her from her thoughts.

She laughed a little. "Oh... I didn't realize how late it was. I've been looking through my drawers and examining every little thing in here, trying to figure out who I am."

"Oh?" he said. "Any revelations?"

"No. Well, it's certainly interesting, but it's not helping me remember." She giggled. "I feel like an intruder. I know they're my things, but it still feels strange."

"I can understand that." He was quiet for a moment before continuing. "How about I meet you for breakfast? Perhaps I could tell you about some of the things you've found."

"I'd like that," she said, glad at the prospect of meeting him again so soon.

"Well, I'll see you in the morning, then. Oh, and Kathryn, if you want to sleep any more this week, don't drink any more of that coffee."

She chuckled. "Don't worry, I haven't had a cup in ages... think it was almost half an hour since I had the last one," she said jokingly.

He laughed too. It was a nice laugh, she thought. Warm. "Good night, Kathryn," he said.

"Sweet dreams, Chakotay," she said, pressing the communicator to terminate the link. "I think I'm in love with you."



* * *



His restlessness eased after talking to her. 'If she hadn't called me, I probably would have called her,' he thought as he crawled back under his covers, 'just to be sure she really is here.' When he shut his eyes, there were still images of Kathryn, but these were images of Kathryn the way he had seen her that afternoon, when she first opened her eyes. 'Shy?' he thought and chuckled again, 'who would have thought?' He fell asleep with her name on his lips, and an image of her, smiling, in his mind.

What seemed like hours later, he was slowly dragged back into consciousness by a strange sensation. A hand, a deliciously soft hand, moving across his chest and stomach down to... "Oh!" he gasped as the hand made contact with his the tip of penis. He immediately opened his eyes, and what he saw made him almost instantly hard. Kathryn was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing a satin nightdress and smiling seductively at him, holding his now hardening limb in a steady grip. "Kathryn?" he said, surprised and aroused at the same time.

"Yes?" she said in an innocent voice and winked at him. Then she slid further down the bed and slowly lowered her head, intending to take him into her mouth.

Clearly realizing what she was about to do, he lifted her hair so he could see her face. "What are you doing?" he asked, wishing wholeheartedly she wouldn't stop.

"Isn't it obvious?" she mumbled just before she took his penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip, eliciting a loud growl from him. Then she looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "Perhaps you don't like it?"

"Don't like it?" He laughed throatily. "Gods. You have no idea how much I like it, Kathryn."

She smiled. "Good." Then she brought her attention back to his member aching for her attention, taking him fully into her mouth. The sensations she brought forth almost made him forget to breathe.

A loud sound rang through the room. "It's 0600 hours," the emotionless voice of the ship's computer blared.

Confused, he opened his eyes. Realization hit him like a bucket of cold water; Kathryn wasn't there. It had been a dream. Frustrated, a loud groan made its way over his lips. "No..." he whispered to himself, looking miserably at the protruding bulge in his covers caused by his arousal. Sighing, he got up and went to the bathroom to have a cold shower.



* * *



Kathryn awoke slowly. Drowsily, she recalled the events of the previous day. Her thoughts went to Chakotay, bringing a smile to her lips. He was an enigma, one that she would love to try to unravel. She had a feeling that everything she found would only lead to new levels of marvelous mysteries. She should start with finding out what she already knew, she should read her logs. And she would. Soon. But the bed was just too comfortable and thoughts of Chakotay far too interesting for her to be bothered with getting up just yet. She closed her eyes briefly and envisioned his expressive brown eyes. A warm wave of arousal washed over her, and she writhed a little. He would be there soon, she should get up. But her body had other ideas. Her nipples were already erect and the friction from the satin of her nightdress as it brushed over them when she breathed was delicious. She brushed a hand over one nipple, then the other, relishing the emotions it stirred in her. Slowly, she parted her legs. One of her hands slipped beneath the covers, under the fabric of her panties, and found the aching spot. At the contact, she gasped. 'Too long,' she thought, 'too long since I've felt this kind of pleasure.' Her fingers moved in small circles over her pulsating clitoris, fingers wet with her juices. Images of Chakotay filled her mind. 'He's going to be here any minute,' she thought, 'I should stop.' But the thought only made her more aroused, causing her to moan with excitement. She slowly slid first one, then another, of the fingers of her other hand inside her, ever increasing the pressure of the fingers moving over her swelling bud.

Just then, the door chime rang. Letting out a strangled and frustrated whimper, she stopped. "Damn." She couldn't open the door like this, he would understand what she had been doing. But she couldn't leave him standing at the door either. Sighing, she got out of bed, threw a robe over her shoulders, and went to answer the door.



* * *



'Gods, does she have any idea what she's doing to me?' he thought. 'Answering the door dressed like that should be illegal. She must have got up from the bed just a few moments ago. That look in her eyes, it's as if she's aroused, and... Oh, gods.' Seeing the clear outline of her nipples protruding through the thin material of her nightdress elicited a warm and insistent feeling in his groin. 'I have interrupted her,' he thought, 'while she was...' He didn't dare to finish the thought, afraid he might embarrass himself. The mental images of what he had interrupted were already too animated. Realizing where he had his gaze fastened, he quickly looked away, and tried to think of something else. Anything else.

"I'm sorry," he said, "did I wake you?"

She ran a hand through her hair, drawing in a shaky breath. "No, I just hadn't made it out of the bed yet," she said, sounding a little guilty.

"I thought we could have breakfast in the mess hall, but if you prefer, we could have a replicated breakfast here instead," he said, hoping she would agree on going to the mess hall. In here, with her like that, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to maintain control very long.

"Mess hall sounds good," she said, to his relief. "Help yourself to the replicator while I get dressed. I'll be right back."

She turned and headed back to the bedroom, leaving him looking after her, trying not to look at her swaying hips. When she was out of sight, he drew in a deep breath to steady himself, and ran a hand over his face. 'I don't need anything from the replicator,' he thought, "I need a cold shower."



* * *



Kathryn quickly grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom. She discarded her robe and nightdress, leaving her wearing only panties. Briefly, she looked in the mirror. Her nipples were still erect, and she pinched one of them, looking at her reflection. 'I can't go out like this,' she thought. Steadying herself against the mirror with one hand, she brought her other hand back to what it had been doing before Chakotay arrived. Biting her lip so that she wouldn't make any sounds that would alert him of what she was doing, her fingers glided over her clitoris. Her breathing was becoming labored, keeping quiet was increasingly difficult. Despite her best efforts, her breaths turned into moans.



* * *



Chakotay ordered a glass of cold water from her replicator, splashed some on his face, and drank the rest eagerly. It wasn't a cold shower, but it was the best he could get right now. At the sudden sounds from her bedroom, he nearly choked on the water. Moans. 'Gods,' he thought, put down the glass, and headed towards the sounds. He knew he shouldn't go there, shouldn't peek, but those moans sounded almost like an invitation. He carefully walked into her bedroom, craning his head to look around the corner towards her bed. She wasn't there. Another moan made him turn his head quickly. The bathroom. She hadn't closed the door properly, and he could see one of her arms stretched out towards the wall. His hand went to his groin, squeezing his now fully hardened member slightly. Then he pulled the door open, giving him full view of her. He gasped.

She turned towards him at the sound, and her hand slipped out of her panties. "Chakotay!" she panted, out of breath. A blush at being caught spread over her cheeks. Her eyes were cloudy, her nipples erect, and he could only dream of what the lacy panties were hiding. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

"Don't stop," he whispered huskily.

Hesitantly, she moved her hand back under her panties. 'No, that's not good enough,' he thought, walked up to her and kneeled in front of her. He slid her panties down her legs, moved a hand to join hers, and was rewarded with a loud moan. Encouraged, he parted her folds, revealing her swollen and protruding nub to him. With a low growl, he leaned forward and let his tongue swiftly travel over it, burning hot in contrast with his mouth that was still cold from the water. His licking and sucking made her knees begin to buckle and her moans turned into little cries and whimpers.

Suddenly, she pushed him away. He looked up at her, surprised. The look in her eyes made it clear that displeasure wasn't what had made her push him away, though. Slowly, she sat down on the floor too. "You're overdressed," she mumbled, tugging at his clothing, trying to get him undressed. Without breaking eye contact, he discarded his clothes as fast as he could, and watched mesmerized as she pushed him backwards and then moved to take him in her mouth. When he gently pushed her away from him, with a strained "Kathryn" flowing over his lips, she smiled devilishly and straddled him instead.



* * *



She lowered herself to him slowly, relishing every moment of the delicious feeling of him inside her. She steadied herself with both hands on his chest. Her head was thrown back, and she was biting her lower lip, concentrating on the sensations. Carefully, she began to move. Back and forth. One of his hands came up to pinch one of her nipples gently, the other made its' way to where they were joined, rubbing her sensitive bud. 'Too soon,' she thought, wishing she could prolong the assault on her senses, as she felt an orgasm begin to build. A wail ripped from her throat as she contracted around him when the powerful and dizzying orgasm hit her. Opening her eyes to look at him, she saw him close his eyes as he was overtaken by his own orgasm, letting out what sounded like a howl himself.



* * *



He lay still on her bathroom floor, holding her fiercely to him. They were a mess of entangled limbs, her hair sprawled over his chest. "Kathryn," he said, just to say her name.

She shifted a little, then looked up at him. "We've never done this before, have we? Made love I mean."

He only shook his head. 'And we shouldn't have now,' he thought, feeling very guilty at taking advantage of her like this. She wanted this as much as he did, he knew that, but she had made it clear so many times that it was never going to happen. He should have told her that, he should have resisted. He just hoped she wouldn't hate him once she regained her memories. "I have to go," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

She nodded, looking regretful. "I know," she said. "I'm sorry you missed breakfast. Perhaps we could have dinner tonight instead?"

"Sure," he said, even as he was thinking that it probably wouldn't be a great idea.

They got up from the floor, and started to collect their clothing. Suddenly, she stopped, half dressed. "Why are you so somber, Chakotay? Have I done something wrong? Something I normally wouldn't?"

He smiled at her sadly. "No, you haven't done anything wrong. I'll never regret this and I'll never forget it. But you're right, it's something you normally wouldn't have done. I should have stopped it. When you regain your memories, Kathryn, please don't hate me. I'm sorry." He was now fully dressed and started moving towards the door.

"Despite what you might think, I haven't changed into someone else. I might not have the knowledge that I normally have, but the my feelings are the same," she said, pulling the robe over her shoulders.

She was right, but it didn't change anything. The Kathryn he knew, the Captain of Voyager, wouldn't have made love to her first officer on her bathroom floor. "That's just it, isn't it?" he said. Seeing her confused face, he shook her head. "I'm sorry, it's just that... I love you, Kathryn."

"I love you too," she said. "I think I have for a long time."

He smiled sadly. How bittersweet to finally hear her admit her feelings, to finally make love to her. It felt so right, but it was wrong, and he knew it. She wasn't her usual self. He kissed her gently on the lips, then he moved towards the door. "We'll talk about this later. Right now I have to get to the bridge, and I believe you have an appointment with the doctor." He turned to leave, then stopped and turned back to her again. "And don't worry about making me miss breakfast, this was much nicer," he said, winked at her, and left.



* * *



Needing to escape from the strange mixture of feelings that was filling her after the encounter with Chakotay, she got ready quickly and went to see the doctor. Sitting around in her quarters would only make her dwell on the things he had said.

"Hello Captain," the doctor greeted her cheerfully as she walked into sickbay.

"Hello," she said, smiling. The doctor's good mood was contagious. "You're cheerful today, any good news for me?"

"As a matter of fact," he said, beaming with pride, "I have." Gesturing towards a biobed, which she moved to sit down on, he continued. "I found the reason for your amnesia. It seems that I was right about your mind blocking the memories, and after working all night, I found a way to counteract that," he said, smiling happily at his discovery. Then he sighed. "Now I only wish there was a medical forum for me to publish my findings in."

She patted him friendly on his arm. "In time, Doctor," she said, not entirely understanding why she said that herself. Why wasn't there a medical forum? Well, if his treatment worked, she would know soon. No need to ask. "Is the treatment difficult?" she asked.

"No, it's really very easy," he said, holding up a hypo spray. "It's all in here. I inject you with this, and within a few hours, your memories should be completely restored. However," he said, furrowing his brow, "I'd like to keep you here until you have recovered. After all, this event was so powerful that it made your mind want to forget it."

She nodded, and then tilted her head to one side, implying that he should give her the injection. "Well, I want to remember," she said.



* * *



"Janeway to Chakotay."

He startled at the sound of her voice coming through the comm system. "Chakotay here," he answered without thinking.

"Commander, I just thought you might like to know that the doctor has been able to cure my amnesia."

"That's... good," he said, wincing. She was probably mad as hell with him.

"I won't be assuming command of Voyager for another few days," she said matter-of-factly, then paused.

He was sure she was glaring at the doctor, and if he didn't feel so bad about his actions that same morning, he would have chuckled.

"The doctor has confined me to quarters," she continued in a dismayed voice.

"I'm sure it's for your own good, Captain," he said, thinking that nothing he said could make things any worse. The cold Captain's- voice drifting through the comm link was so different from the warm, sensual voice he had heard that morning. He almost found it difficult to imagine that they belonged to the same woman.

"Can you meet me in my quarters after your shift tonight, Commander?" she asked.

"Yes, Captain," he said, reluctantly. It wasn't going to be pretty. Perhaps he should just transport his command bar to her and get it over with.

"Good," she said unemotionally, "Janeway out."



* * *



Tired and worn out, Chakotay made his way to his quarters. He was going to have to face Kathryn soon. She was almost certainly furious with him, and he didn't blame her, he had misused her trust. Feeling empty inside, he stopped for a second outside her door, but then continued to his own door. He needed a shower and a cup of tea before he saw her. He fought the urge to make up excuses for his actions. Excuses would only make things worse, they would make it seem as if he really had used her consciously, as if their lovemaking hadn't meant anything to him. Sighing, he walked into his quarters.

There was something different about the place, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Then it hit him. The scent. That was Kathryn's scent. She was here? "Kathryn?" he called, tentatively.

"In here," he heard the muffled reply, coming from his bedroom. Surprised, he followed the sound. "I thought we were going to meet in your quarters?" he said as he stepped through the door. He drew in a breath as if to say something more, but the words died on his lips. He was greeted with a sight that could have been taken directly from one of his fantasies. Sprawled on his bed, wearing a black satin nightdress, was Kathryn Janeway.

"I got tired of waiting," she said and smiled at him. She patted the bed, motioning him to get over there. There was a bottle of champagne on his bedside table. As he was walking over to the bed, still dumbfounded, she poured two glasses, then held one of them out to him.

Finally, he found his voice again. "You're not angry?" he said, surprised.

"Yes, I'm angry." She winked at him and her voice turned into a whisper. "For not catching me before. If I had known what would have happened, I would have made sure you caught me playing with myself ages ago."

He stared at her, open mouthed. "Really?"

"Uh-huh," she said and slid closer to him.

Suddenly he noticed the glass of champagne he held in his hand. "What are we celebrating?" he asked, nodding at the champagne.

She was inches from him now, and he could feel his body respond to her proximity. "Us," she said, raised her glass and sipped the golden beverage. "I meant what I said this morning. I love you. You did mean it too, didn't you?" she asked, looking slightly uncertain, in spite of his declaration of love earlier that day.

He smiled happily. "Oh, I meant it, Kathryn." It all seemed like a dream to him, but he wasn't going to do anything to ruin it. This was exactly what he wanted. "I love you, Kathryn," he said and raised his glass. "To us."

She smiled seductively at him. "Good," she said. "Now get out of that uniform and make love to me."



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