Summary: Five times Janeway and Chakotay definitely did it, and one time they didn't.
Characters: Janeway, Chakotay
Notes: Facts, and nobody can convince me otherwise.
Disclaimer: Characters are Paramount’s. No infringement intended.
His hands shape the outlines of her flesh, cool in the holographic lake air, and she tastes champagne and salt tears from his lips. He needs this, she tells herself as she opens to him and winds her fingers into his hair.
And in this moment, she’s honest enough to admit that she needs it, too.
They have both struggled terribly with the abrupt and necessary end of the relationship they’d barely begun on New Earth. They’ve each had to bolster the other’s resolve. But now, tonight, they’re both aching and raw, and this is the only thing they have to give one another.
He’s shaking and she’s crying, and the stars are blurred points of light far above her in a velvet sky, and she knows that this has to be a moment out of time. Only a moment, fleeting and precious as a breath.
So she holds him close and concentrates on the feel of him within and around her, storing the memory for some faraway day when she can recall it with fondness, and maybe, just maybe, it won’t hurt so much.