Title: The Red Dress
Author: SaRa
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I've just realized that Paramount let books of fanfic be published and the writers who got their work published got paid. So, what's the problem with this little story that I use their characters in? They didn't even have to stick a crowbar in their wallets and fork over some cash. Though, if they offered to, who am I to say no? Anyway, the characters aren't mine. Rest is.
Author's note: This is more than likely the beginning of a series (Colours) of about three or four short pieces that are, like this one, totally pointless, but fun. They'll all be in the same universe, but it won't be necessary to read one to understand the others.

Dedication: Tara says it's stupid. I say it's stupid J/C. Little does she know, there's a huge difference. Just to humiliate her, I dedicate this to her, my partner in J/C slime, though she's still in denial over it. ;o)



"Like it?"

Kathryn twirled around, showing off the short, low-cut red dress Mark had given her eight years ago.

Chakotay stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Finally finding his voice, he said, "You look drop-dead gorgeous. I can't begin to imagine how that dress fit you eight years ago, if it looks like that now."

Examining her glittery red painted fingernails for any flaws, she grinned. "For some reason, it fits better now than all those years ago."

Chakotay, who was looking quite handsome in black dress pants and a silky midnight blue shirt, grinned back. "Maybe it has something to do with that push-up bra you started wearing around the fourth year of our journey."

Arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow, she said, "Oh, so you did notice."

"Yes, I did. Who could help but notice? You were good competition for Seven."

"How would you know?" she teased.

"About yours or Seven's? Well, I really don't know how I noticed yours, but I couldn't take my eyes off Seven's," he teased back. "Why did you do that, anyway?" Chakotay had puzzled over this since he'd first noticed his captain's newly acquired curves.

Looking at him in such a way that said it should have been perfectly obvious, she answered, "For you. In tough times, we have to do what we can to keep morale up."

"Morale wasn't the only thing you kept up." Restraining himself from saying that was the equivalent of holding the ocean back with a broom, so it slipped out, a teasing sparkle in his deep brown eyes.

"You," Kathryn said, placing light kisses all over his face and neck, "are incorrigible."

After she touched her lips to his, Chakotay said, "We should go. We don't want to miss out on another night of drinking, dancing, and partying because we were too busy making love."

"We don't?" she purred into his ear.

"No, we don't. Let's go before I change my mind."

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