Another ficlet for the drabble exchange on Vamb. This one is from ShannenSekaya’s prompt of ‘I’m not sure I can do this anymore.’


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Kathryn sat beside him on the Ready Room couch, engrossed in the day’s reports.

His eyes kept drifting towards her and away from the Engineering report in his hand. He’d loved the woman for six years but he was no closer to telling her of his feelings or breaching those walls of captainly constraint. It was damned frustrating.

Dragging his eyes away from her, Chakotay let the PADD he was reading flop against his chest and sighed. “I’m not sure I can do this anymore.”

Kathryn glanced at him, her eyebrow quirked and she chuckled. “You don’t have much of a choice.”

He looked at her for a moment, the tone of her voice striking a small chord of hope. “I didn’t think I did. But perhaps I was wrong.”

“Well, I’m open to suggestions.”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course. It would hardly be the end of the world.”

That was all he needed to hear. In a heartbeat, he’d hauled her from her seat and into his arms, pressing his lips to hers.

For a second, she stiffened but soon sagged against him and kissed him back with relish. He tugged her tightly to him as her arms snaked around his shoulders and her body pressed closer.

He was in heaven. Her taste, her scent, the feel of her in his arms was everything he’d ever imagined.

The PADD she was holding dropped to the floor and he moaned, slowly pulling away from her.

He grinned at rather stupefied look in her eyes and pointed out the obvious. “You were right, the world didn’t end.”

Her eyes met his and she shook her head. “No, it didn’t but for the record, I was referring to the Engineering report you were reading. I was going to offer to finish it for you.”

He glanced at the PADD he’d discarded before he’d had his apparent break with reality. “Oh.” He grimaced. “My mistake.”

“A ten on the Richter scale of blunders, I’d hazard.”

He opened his mouth to apologise before making a run for the nearest airlock.

He didn’t have a chance to utter a word before she grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him towards her. Their mouths were only millimetres apart and her hot breath whispered across his lips. “You’re forgiven but I’m withdrawing my offer.”

“Fair’s fair.”

“We’ll finish them together – tomorrow. There’s some unfinished business we have to attend to.”

Her lips met his and just before the delicious sensations obliterated all thought, Chakotay marvelled at how some blunders were merely opportunities in disguise and thanked his lucky stars for his monumental mistake.









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