Title: Caught in the Sand
Author: SaRa
Rating: G

Disclaimer: Paramount thinks they own them, but wait until the fans rebel!
Author's note: I felt like fluff, so I wrote my own. I almost kept it all to myself, but something stopped me. I suppose it was so you can't bug me for fluff after my next batch of angst. And yes, KM/RB fic number three is still being worked on. Run away before it's too late. Oh, and thanks to Taya for the title!



It was almost midnight and Kathryn Janeway was due back at Starfleet Command in less than thirty minutes. Then she would hear the admirals' views on the decisions she'd made in the Delta Quadrant. She was surprised that she wasn't a nervous wreck.

As Kathryn walked down a deserted beach, admirals and command decisions were the furthest thing from her mind. She had come here to avoid thought, just like she'd done during her Academy days. And, like all those years ago, the scenery made her content to merely exist.

The damp, salty breeze knotted her hair and made it feel sticky, but Kathryn didn't care. Nor did she care that her black uniform pants were wet from walking too close to the water's edge. She'd be a mess when she beamed back to Starfleet Command, but did it even matter any more?

"Kathryn!" called a familiar male voice from behind her.

Kathryn spun around and a grin spread across her face when she saw Chakotay ten meters in back of her. Right before he reached her, she turned back and ran from him, grinning the whole time.

Chakotay shook his head and sprinted after her. Kathryn was fast, but he was faster and in no time he'd tackled her to the sand and was straddling her. "Gotcha."

Kathryn just stared up at him, confused.

"What's wrong?" Chakotay asked, caressing the sides of her body as if it were a perfectly normal thing for him to be doing.

"Why are you doing this?" Kathryn asked. It took her quite a bit of effort to form a coherent sentence for the affect Chakotay's hands were having on her.

Chakotay stood, pulling Kathryn up with him. Instead of answering her, Chakotay let his hands slide down and rest on Kathryn's backside. His hands left damp, sandy hand prints where ever he touched her.

"Please, Chakotay, don't do this. Don't make me think you're mine when Seven is waiting for you," Kathryn said, trying to break free.

"I am yours," Chakotay said, holding tighter.

Kathryn stopped struggling. "What will Starfleet think?" she asked, looking him in the eye.

Without missing a beat, Chakotay replied, "That you're happy," and pulled her back to the sand.

Chakotay brought his lips to Kathryn's and kissed her slowly, as if testing. When she responded eagerly, he deepened the kiss.

They pulled apart and Kathryn looked down into Chakotay;s dark eyes. They were filled with love and desire.

When their lips met again, the kiss was more lustful than before. While they were kissing, Chakotay rolled them over so Kathryn was on the bottom. He pulled away and began to say something, but a transporter beam caught Kathryn and, because they were touching, Chakotay as well.

When they rematerialized in the Starfleet building, Chakotay's sentence came out. "Now who's serving under whom?"

Three admirals stood there, stunned, as the soon-to-be-former captain and commander untangled themselves.

Owen Paris was the first to break the silence. "You never did do anything half way, Kathryn."

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