Disclaimer: This had nothing
to do with Paramount!
Summary: Two people in love
share a walk in the winter wonderland and some silent
passions later
Rated: R
Dedicated: To the people
named in this story for several reasons, all my other friends and
wonderful
writers from VAMB
To Kat
By Gine
A white blanket covered the fields of Indiana and the leafless trees
wore glittering robes of snow. The
heavy winds of earlier had died and now nature’s graceful silence was broken only
by the soft noises of feet moving through the small wood.
Kathryn and Chakotay were walking hand in hand, both lost in the
peaceful mood that surrounded them. Sometimes they shared a smiling glance,
touching each other with burning eyes. For a long time no words fell between
them. This moment seemed so precious that they were afraid to destroy its quiet
beauty with words.
A lonely bird sang. They saw the tracks of deer and rabbits disappearing
into the dark-blue shadows of the trees.
Soon the sun would go down. Its
orange glow painted the snow with golden stars, changing the image of bitter
cold with warm colours.
Suddenly the helpless calling of a bird broke the silence. They turned
around and searched the small bushes for the sounds which were growing
fainter. A small sparrow had trapped
itself in the thorny twigs of a wild rose.
Kathryn removed her gloves and reached for Chakotay, a smile on her
face. “Hold this for me. I’ll try and liberate the little
piper.”
She went down on her knees, carefully removing the wooden cage that held
the frightened bird. It seemed to watch
her with its dark eyes; its small-feathered frame shook painfully from his
limited ability to get warmth through movement. Finally it was free to take off, but obviously it had been
sitting there too long. It tried to
lift its wings but failed miserably and plumbed into the snow directly in front
of its saviour.
“Oh little one. You must be frozen half to death.” Kathryn slowly put her hands around the little
shaking creature and picked it up with the greatest of care, afraid of hurting
it. Only the small head of the bird
pried through her fingers, but it seemed to appreciate the warmth of her hands
and sat very still.
Chakotay knelt down beside her, his dimples growing deeper under the
broad smile that graced his features when he spoke softly. “Are we picking up strangers on the road
again, Captain?”
She returned his smile, leaning against him and placed a quick kiss on
his cold cheek.
“Jealous, Commander?”
His finger lightly touched the bird’s head. It seemed to be more alert now and was trying to wiggle out of
Kathryn’s hand. “Not as long as I’m the
one taking you home,” he answered.
She laughed and brought the bird close to her face before she would
release it. Glancing at Chakotay, she
whispered confidently to her impatient guest.
“I better let you go, little one. Protocol states the captain’s heart
belongs to the commander now.”
The sparrow didn’t seem to mind and took off eagerly to reclaim its
freedom. Chakotay put an arm around
Kathryn and reached for her hands with his other one. The palm of her hand was
still warm but her fingers were already cool to touch and he brought them close
to his lips. His warm breath was soon replaced by his lips that placed small
kisses to her now rapidly warming skin.
“Chakotay.” Kathryn only whispered, but the deep love she was feeling
for him was expressing itself in just the single word that was his name.
He released her hands, only to help her put on the gloves again. Then
his arms opened and he pulled her into a bear hug. They were so close now that
the white clouds of their breathing merged to one. The final touch of their
lips enflamed a different fire that warmed more than their skin. Eventually they
broke the kiss, but their eyes never lost contact. It was easy to get lost in
the passion they were free to share now. Kathryn slowly traced the lines of his
tattoo, watching his eyes close at the delicate touch. She leaned forward and placed a last kiss on
his lips. “Lets go home, stranger. This captain needs to share some body-heat.”
An hour later a glowing fire was filling the small blockhouse with
comfortable warmth. The air was filled with the sweet smell of honey, cinnamon,
nuts and apples. Two half finished glasses of hot wine rested on the small
table before the fireplace. Chakotay
was sitting on the broad couch, reading an old book, while Kathryn was using
his legs as a pillow. She too had immersed herself in a book.
The fire was slowly burning down. Some time ago Chakotay had stopped reading
and now he was intently studying the woman resting on his lap. She seemed lost
in her reading, oblivious to the world around her. The dancing flames cast shining golden reflections into her hair,
and her skin had a healthy glow from their earlier walk. The fine lines around
her eyes had softened, signs of the inner peace they both had finally
established after seven years of hardship and a life that was directed by their
sense of duty and protocol, instead of the love they had held secretly in their
hearts.
There were moments when holding her still felt like a dream and he
needed to touch her again and again to remind them both that this was real. He
couldn’t help it and started stroking her hair. She never stopped reading, but her hand reached for his and
brought it to her lips.
He moaned softly under the lingering kiss. Her tongue painted small wet
patterns on the bronze skin and she felt his quickening pulse that vibrated
very much alive under her sensitive lips.
Putting the book aside, she finally looked at him.
His eyes were dark, smouldering with passion and need, but he willed his
voice to sound controlled and even.
“What have you been reading?”
“A collection of short stories B’Elanna gave me for our wedding. Early 21st century, a few of my favourite
authors are among them, like Elem, Camryn, Vanhunks, KJ, Brianna Thomas,
Shayenne, Mizvoy…”
“Mizvoy?” He looked at her
questioningly. “Did she ever finish the ‘Belle Colony’ novel?”
“I don’t know.” Kathryn answered thoughtfully. “But we can check in the
VAMB library later. Just remind me to
send a message.”
She was still holding his hand, massaging his fingers one by one, while
he was lightly painting invisible lines on the soft skin of her face. He traced her eyebrows and wandered down her
nose to end at her lips. The touch was
delicate and arousing at the same time.
Again and again he stroked lightly over her mouth until her lips opened
and allowed him entry.
He felt her breath quicken under his ministrations and leaned forward to
whisper in her ear, his breath hot on the skin of her neck.
“I have been reading too, my love.
Some very inspiring stories.”
His free hand slipped under her bra, massaging her breasts tenderly and
spreading the fire that was now rapidly crawling over her skin. “Care to share some hot fantasies ala Kat
Lady with me, Kathryn?”
The End