of all the exciting possibilities, why does Janeway choose a holonovel where she’s a governess in old England with a terrible dress…. why does she want to spend her free time getting sniped at by these asswipe children
It’s a good night for fic!! I’m absolutely in love with all the writers who are bringing back old-school games and fun and weaving our OTP in so nicely. Bravo Mia!
Holy crap. I wish I had nearly as much talent as @mia-cooper. Every single thing she writes just… Ugh.
Arching an eyebrow, she looked at him. ‘Didn’t I already give you an answer to that?’
When he merely continued to stare at her with warm eyes, she swallowed thickly, and glanced down. Her hands found the hem of her sweater, and she pulled at the loose threads.
‘Why?’
‘We need to talk about some things.’
Her eyebrow quirked, and she looked up again.
‘We do?’
A small smile pulled at his lips. ‘You know we do.’
‘And what if we end up screaming at each other again?’ she countered.
So I borrowed a bunch of these fictional kisses from this post and made it up into a prompt list. Feel free to reblog of course!
breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths
moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s
throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss
hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up
routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing
being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward
one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other
staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in
when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more
a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss
when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead
height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes
kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
A Bliss episode addition to the prompt “I thought you knew”. Thanks again for feeding the fic beast, @jhelenoftrek
He’d let her keep the conversation light throughout dinner, but now that they were settled on her couch and she was staring pensively into her glass of wine, he knew it was time. He touched her hand.
“Kathryn, talk to me. And don’t tell me you’re fine, because I know you better than that.”
She gave him a chagrined half-smile which faded into a sigh. “What is there to say, Chakotay? Wormholes, alien technology, hallucinations… just one more hope dashed. We’ve been through this before.”
“That doesn’t make it any easier.” He wound his fingers into hers.
“I was so sure it was real this time,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on their joined hands. “When I woke up and I was still on the bridge –” Abruptly she pulled her hand from his, jagging to her feet, arms wrapped around herself. “I felt so cheated. I was on the verge of everything I’ve dreamed of for the past four years and it was ripped away from me. My family, pardons for the crew, finally being with y-” She stopped on a sharp intake of breath.
Chakotay rose slowly to his feet.
“Anyway,” she rushed on with a nervous laugh, “what can we do other than hold our heads up and keep on going?”
“Kathryn.”
“I mean, look how far we’ve come in a little over four years,” she went on, pacing, avoiding his eye. “There’s bound to be –”
“Kathryn.” He stepped into her path, his hands on her shoulders, tension in the fine quiver of her muscles. “Kathryn, what were you going to say? Before you cut yourself off.”
“What?” She shook her head, staring at his chest. “Nothing.”
“What did you see?” His heart was thudding in his chest. “You said you saw your family, the crew settled. Who else did you see, Kathryn?”
She was gnawing her lip, furiously not looking at him.
“Who were you with?” he asked softly.
When she finally tilted her chin up her eyes were shining with tears. “You, Chakotay. I saw you. I saw us, together, just like I’ve always hoped –”
She broke away from him again, clenching her fists at her sides. The silence in the room was thick.
Finally, he said, “I didn’t know you felt that way.”
She turned to face him, disbelieving. “You didn’t know? How could you not?”
He gave a helpless shrug. “I hoped. But you’ve never said –”
She stepped closer, eyes full, her hand coming to rest on his chest. “Not in words, Chakotay.”
“Kathryn…” He felt the irresistible pull of her, the quickening of his breath that he never could seem to control when she was near. “You know how I feel –”
Abruptly, she wound both arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, her lips finding his. He responded immediately, his hands on her waist at first but sliding over her hip, her back, her ribs as she moaned and pushed her thigh between his own. He could feel the rasp of her breath, the thudding of her pulse. Just as he moved a hand between them to tug at the fastening of her jacket, she drew back and pushed him gently away.
“We can’t,” she stated, her voice almost throbbing with need and regret. “Not until … not now, Chakotay. Nothing has changed.”
He stared at her, aching, trying to get his breathing under control.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she pleaded, closing her eyes.
It took him two tries to find his voice. “I understand, Kathryn.”
She nodded, turning away. “You’d better go.”
He headed for the door. One step before he reached the triggering mechanism, he heard a soft rustle of fabric and she was in his arms again, her hands cupping his face. “Just one more,” she whispered.
They kissed as though they were starving, or drowning, or as if they were the last two people at the end of the universe. As though they were lovers saying their last goodbye. This time he was the one who ended it, realising they were rapidly reaching the point where neither of them would be able to.
Her fingers rested lightly over his lips as she said with her eyes everything she couldn’t say aloud.
“Now you know.”
She stepped back and let him go, and although every fizzing atom in his body wanted to stay awake replaying the astonishing events of the evening, he went to sleep smiling.
My heart hurts for them. What strength you have conveyed here….what longing. Beautiful.
just wanted to let you guys know that I have been super sick lately and have done nothing but sleep and if you sent me some kind of prompt or ask I promise I will get around to it when I am feeling less tired and a bit more creative 😕
Thanks
to @jhelenoftrek for the prompt, which evolved from a chat about being stuck in
a closet with Chakotay for seven minutes. Obviously.
— 420
seconds —
The only light in the storage locker came from
the faint red glow of the locking mechanism. The soundproofing was so complete
that, as soon as the door was sealed, they couldn’t hear a thing from the
corridor outside.
“D’you think they saw us?”
She felt, rather than saw, Chakotay shrug; it
was close quarters in here, and she wiggled a little to give him some room. His
sharp intake of breath startled her.
“What is it? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he said tightly. “Just … don’t wriggle
like that.”
“Why not?” She half-turned, squinting to see
his face, and her hip pressed into his groin. Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Nervous, Kathryn shifted again and caught
herself when Chakotay’s hands settled firmly on her hips. “Kathryn, for the
love of God, would you keep still?”
She nodded, holding herself rigid. The seconds
ticked by in silence.
“Do you suppose they’ve gone yet?” she asked
eventually.
— 360
seconds —
She felt the soft cotton of Chakotay’s
undershirt brush her cheek as he leaned in a little, straining to hear
something, anything, through the solid duranium hatch. “I can’t tell. Did you
see how many of them there were?”
“There were five or six in the corridor. Who
knows how many are on board, though?” She sighed. “If only we had our
commbadges.”
“It was your idea to reroute all communications
to Tuvok,” he pointed out, somewhat testily.
“I didn’t want any interruptions while I
whipped your butt at hoverball. And whose idea was it to hide in here, anyway?
The armoury is one door down and it’s a lot more spacious.”
“Did you want to risk them seeing us?” he
demanded. “We’re safe in here.”
“Personally I’d feel safer in a room full of
weapons.”
He muttered something that involved the phrases
“your tongue” and “plenty sharp enough”, and she stiffened, wishing the impact
of her glare wasn’t so lessened by the low lighting.
“Do you have something to say to me,
Commander?”
— 300
seconds —
He sighed. “No. I’m sorry, Captain. I’m just –
anxious to get out of here.”
Unexpectedly, a lump rose in her throat. Had
she so badly ruined their friendship with her recent irrational – no, be honest Kathryn, insane –
behaviour that he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as her anymore?
The hoverball game had been her tentative
attempt to get their friendship back on track. Boy, had that backfired. There
were God knew how many aliens running around her ship right now, and all the
two of them could do was bicker with each other.
“I’m sorry, too,” she blurted.
To her surprise, he chuckled. “We keep
apologizing to each other.”
“You have nothing to apologise for, Chakotay.”
She turned to face him fully, her hand resting on his chest as she strained to
see him in the almost-darkness. “And I’m sure I’m the last person you want to
be stuck here with right now.”
“Hey,” he said, his hands tightening on her
hips. “Don’t – that’s not it at all. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time
with you.”
“Then what?” She crinkled up her nose in
confusion.
— 240
seconds —
He huffed out a short laugh, and she shivered
at the warmth of it tickling her hair. “It’s just that…. Well, being here with
you, like this… it’s not easy for me. But not in the way you were assuming.”
She felt him shift on his feet and her
heartbeat kicked up a little at the brush of his thigh against hers.
“You don’t realise what you do to me,
Kathryn.”
Her eyes went wide at the low undercurrent of
need in his voice. “I didn’t – I had no idea you still felt that way.
Especially after –”
“Always,” he cut her off. “I’ve always felt
this way.” He sounded resigned. “I probably always will.”
“Chakotay,” she said softly.
“Don’t worry about it, Captain. It’s my
problem, not yours.”
Kathryn felt the warmth of his hands on her
hips, not pressing or restraining, just holding, solid and tender and
supportive. How like the man himself. She raised her other hand so that it,
too, rested over his heart.
Her voice was low. “Why does it have to be a
problem?”
— 180
seconds —
“Kathryn?” He sounded startled.
Swallowing the fears and the doubts and the
remonstrations echoing in her head, she curled her fingers into his shirt. “I
think we’ve established, especially recently, that we can’t function as a
command team if we turn away from each other,” she tried to explain. “Our
recent experiences were a wake-up call for me, Chakotay. It made me realise how
important it is that we trust each other unconditionally.”
He lifted one hand to take hers, listening
intently.
“And,” she hesitated, her other hand raising
to rest against his jaw, “it made me realise just how important you are to me.
As my first officer and my best friend, and…”
“And?” he almost whispered.
“And as more,” she said softly, sliding her
arms around his neck.
— 120
seconds —
The wave of sensation that swept through her
as his lips touched hers made her gasp.
In the faint light she pulled back to stare at
him, reading the same shock in his eyes that she’d felt, like touching a live
plasma relay. And then his arms were around her, hauling her close, and he was
kissing her again, not lightly this time but with a need so intense she moaned.
All she wanted to do was to tear off his
clothes so she could crawl inside his skin. She yanked up his shirt, spreading
her hands over his stomach as he fumbled with the closure of her leggings.
Hampered by the close quarters of the storage locker, their hands bumped each
other’s in their haste to tug at fabric, their breath coming in gasps and
groans. She whimpered impatiently and Chakotay abandoned her clothing in favour
of sliding his hands under her thighs to lift her and press her back against
the bulkhead.
— 60 seconds —
She stumbled, falling back against the hatch, and
her hip bumped the locking mechanism. The latch popped open and the pair of
them tumbled suddenly out into the corridor – which was, blessedly, empty.
Chakotay leapt to his feet and hauled her upright, checking her over for
bruises.
“I’m okay,” Kathryn assured him, hastily
straightening her clothing. She couldn’t stop grinning, despite how risky their
utter lack of control had been.
He put his hands on her shoulders. “No
regrets?”
“Not one.” She cupped his cheek. “We should
have dinner tonight. To talk.”
“Talk,” he gave her a dirty grin that made her
shiver. “Yes.”
“Then, Commander, since the coast appears to
be clear,” she stepped back and glanced pointedly along the corridor, “let’s go
take back our ship.”
“Aye, Captain.”
As they fell into step toward the turbolift,
he added, “I forgot to ask – why were you so keen to avoid the Markonians that
you dragged me into a storage locker, anyway?”
She sent him a mock-outraged glance. “Who do
you think gave me that damn plant?”
“Ah.” Chakotay’s dimples appeared as he leaned
in close and whispered, “And here I was thinking that plant was my only chance
to keep you immobilised long enough to kiss you…”
“Immobilised, huh?” She smirked at him. “Is that
a particular fantasy of yours, Commander?”
The devilish gleam in his eye told her she had
no idea what was about to hit her.
Well, I intended this to be pure fluff,
but once I’d decided when it was set canon-wise, I knew I’d have to angst it
up. If you know what episode this is set in, leave me a note! Also, at 1254 words I guess it’s slightly more than a ficlet. Oops.
Squeeee!! Nice job @mia-cooper! You not only did 7 minutes in heaven, you completed an entire relationship in a matter of seconds! Did we really just need to lock them in a closet?
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