Summary: Prompted by this Zelda Fitzgerald quote: "Nothing to do but drink and make love."
Characters: Chakotay, Janeway
Disclaimer: Characters are Paramount’s. No infringement intended.
When he returns from the beach, salt water still crinkling his hair, she’s slouched on the cushioned window seat gazing seaward. Her hair is pinned haphazardly atop her head, loose tendrils framing her face, and she’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, bare legs stretched out.
“I know we’re on vacation, Kathryn,” he grins, “but It’s almost noon and you’re not even dressed yet. What have you been doing all morning?”
“I took a bath,” she protests. “I painted my toenails.”
She wiggles them, and Chakotay comes over to cup a foot in his hand. “Very nice,” he offers, pressing a kiss to her sole.
She stretches lazily, poking him in the stomach with her other foot. “Hey, aren’t you the one who’s always telling me to relax?”
“I’m pleased to see you’re finally taking my advice.” He presses his thumbs into her arch, fingers circling her ankles, and she sighs happily. “It’s only taken, oh, seven years.”
“Lucky for me you’re so persistent.” She watches him with darkening eyes as his fingers slide upward over her calves.
“Lucky for me, you were worth the wait.” He tugs lightly and she moves easily into his lap, curling her arms around his neck.
“So,” she murmurs, rubbing her cheek against his, “now that you have me, what are you planning on doing with me?”
“After seven years, trust me, I have plenty of ideas.” His hands skim up her thighs and under her t-shirt, and he quirks an eyebrow at her. “No panties, Kathryn?”
“Well,” she smirks, grinding her hips in a slow circle, “I’d hate to waste any more time.”