They had wondered how the seasons would change on New Earth. Slowly, unlike on Terra, the days lengthened, but morning dew still changed to morning frost. Their new cabin had walls thick enough to hold back the wintery chill and thick snow that blanketed the garden, biting the Talaxian Tomatoes. Chakotay’s family recipe for spiced cocoa was best enjoyed under a shared blanket in front of the fire. The steam rising from the river had been a happy suprise; the hot spring had overflowed and fed the flow. Kathryn couldn’t resist. The warm water lapped against her skin as she walked against the current. Standing on the curve of the bank, Chakotay slowly shed his clothes and slipped into the water. He still was fascinated by this woman. After so many months on this planet and so many nights shared in passion. The curve of her waist. The strength of her arms. The way the ends of her hair curled as they dampened. He was the luckiest man on Earth, even if technically, he was the only man on Earth.
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