Title: On the Couch
Author: SaRa
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Paramount owns it, but I like it more than they do!
Author's note: This is the fourth night in a row I stayed up to write fanfic. I was going to write about Janeway and Chakotay talking about their Academy graduations, but it didn't turn out like that. Instead, I give you fluff!



Kathryn Janeway was lounging on her couch, waiting for Chakotay to arrive for the dinner they had planned.

Voyager was in a peaceful part of space: no planets, no ships, no anomalies, just stars. It wasn't boring and depressing like the void had been. No, this was relaxing after their recent battle with the Quatians. Just what the crew needed.

The door chimed and she called for Chakotay to enter, not bothering to sit up or stand.

He glanced around and spotted her sprawled out on the couch. "Do you feel all right?" Chakotay asked, immediately concerned by his friend's odd behavior.

Kathryn smiled at him. "I'm fine, Chakotay. I was just being lazy."

"Ah. May I join you then?"

"Sure." She waved a hand at the coffee table. "That's dinner. Nothing special because I --"

"-- liquified the roast?" he guessed, taking a shot at her.

"Funny," she said, not amused. "Besides, it's not my fault the replicator hates me." She crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to pout.

Chakotay walked over to the couch and Kathryn moved her legs over to make room for him to sit down.

"Kathryn," he began, "the replicator does not hate you...it's just not used to having to produce anything except coffee."

"Not true!" she protested, tossing one of the decorative pillows at his head.

"Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me," he chanted softly as the pillow flew past his head.

Faster than Chakotay had ever seen her move before, she pounced on him and had him pinned down on the couch. "Don't tempt me," she warned, resting her forehead on his.

"I enjoy tempting you," he said, first placing his hands on her waist and then changing his mind and slipping them under her Starfleet-issue tank top.

His hands began to roam and Chakotay was surprised when Kathryn didn't comment. "Nothing underneath?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "Were we...anticipating something?"

She squealed, letting Chakotay know he'd reached a ticklish spot.

Chakotay grinned and began to tickle her unmercifully.

She collapsed onto him, laughing. When she tried to squirm out of his grasp, he managed to turn them over so that he was on top.

"Stop," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.

Chakotay paused and looked thoughtful. "What's in it for me?" he asked.

"A kiss," Kathryn said quickly. "A long, passionate, arousing kiss. That is assuming you want one."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself, Janeway," he commented. "I think you're full of it."

"Oh, I assure you I'm not," she said, shifting her position slightly. Especially if what I felt just then is any indication, Kathryn added silently.

He cleared his throat impatiently. "How about a little less talk and some more action."

"If you're sure you can take it."

"Give it all you got."

And she happily did.

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