"The Captain has put a security lock on her quarters -- if someone would just enter or leave then we could get the sequence and have no problem sneaking in" Tom looked at the information on the console. Their group had moved from the messhall to the bridge. Chakotay had dismissed the night shift so that no one would know what they were up to. It was one of the Cudos of upper command.
Ensign McHale and Lieutenant Dawson sat in the big chairs, taking pictures of one another. They were going to need the proof that they were 'Captains' for the night -- or else no one of the lower ranks would believe them.
Harry looked glumly over his console wondering, for the countless time what type of pajamas Seven would be wearing.
"Harry," Chakotay looked at the young Ensign, "stop dreaming and wait for the real thing."
"Why do girls have to be so damn complicated--" Harry muttered at the Commander.
Chakotay shook his head, "If I knew that I would have Kathryn Janeway by now, now wouldn't I?"
"Kathryn to Chakotay," the husky voice filled the room, right after his statement, causing Chakotay and the others to jump. Chakotay glanced around at each of the men, as confused as they were at the recent development.
"Aye, Captain?" he asked.
"Meet me in the messhall in five minutes. And Chakotay?" she stated.
"Yes, Captain?" he asked.
"Come alone," she stated.
"Keep a lock on me," he stated. Looking at Paris he nodded, "She has to exit her quarters, when she does, get that code."
"Will do," Tom nodded. "And Chakotay? Good luck."
Chakotay swallowed and with a final glance at his comrades, headed for the turbolift.
Chakotay entered the messhall and looked around. Illumination was practically non-existent. Perhaps he should've brought a phaser . . . . or better yet, a cup of coffee. He heard something in the galley and moved forward. Peaking around the corner he got a good view of Kathryn bending over and looking in the refrigeration part of the pantry.
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" he stated bluntly refusing to be intimidated.
Kathryn turned around, a cherry between her lips. She smiled, and took the little piece of fruit out of her mouth, "Yes, Commander."
"Midnight snack?" Chakotay asked not realizing he had taken the bait.
"It's amazing what my tongue can do to this piece of fruit," she looked at the little red fruit . . . being 'innocently' held up between her fingertips.
Chakotay stopped breathing. "And . . . what would that be?" he couldn't resist asking.
"Oh you wouldn't be interested," Kathryn shook her head.
"Sure I would," he affirmed.
"No . . . no I don't think you would," she stated and sighed.
"Yes, Kathryn, I would . . ." he wanted to rip out his hair. Her tongue could do what . . *WHAT* to that cherry?!?!?
"Hmm," she thought for a moment, enjoying her show of power, "of course you'd have to help me."
"I'll help in any way I can," his voice rasped.
Kathryn placed the fruit between her lips and moved towards Chakotay. Wrapping her arms around his neck she let her lips meet his and felt the fruit push against his lips. The juice leaked from the red orb and dripped down over their lips and chins as the kissing grew more passionate.
Chakotay had found heaven in a cherry. He leaned forward, trying to stop Kathryn's lips which had begun to escape him.
"That was good, wasn't it Commander?" Kathryn asked.
Chakotay opened his eyes, "Yes it was," he started forward to take her lips for his own again.
"You know what is good with cherries?" Kathryn asked and took her finger to his chin to wipe up a stream of cherry juice.
"As long as its with you -- I'm sure it's damn good," Chakotay rasped.
"You're sure?" she asked.
"As long as I experience it with you," he looked at her with passion in his eyes.
"Okay, Commander," she suddenly darned a sly grin.
Chakotay took one look at Kathryn's grin and knew trouble was on its way. No sooner had that thought entered his mind than a spray of whipped cream hit him in the face. He stood there absolutely paralyzed with shock.
"Well," Kathryn sprayed some into her mouth and tried not to laugh, "At least you experienced it with me. I sprayed-- you got sprayed."
Chakotay nodded his head with utter disbelief. Wiping at his eyes he was able to catch Kathryn rounding the corner and going out of sight.
Chakotay hit his combadge with whipped cream covered fingers, "Paris. Tell me you got those codes."
"Of course," the Pilot stated. "What happened to you?"
"I was whipped," he stated.
"Whipped?" Tom's voice carried levels and Chakotay winced, 'in more dubious ways than you're guessing.'
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