Miscellaneous - Honor Thy Love

Miscellaneous

Honor Thy Love

By Marqaisa McAdams.

Title: Honor Thy Love

Genre: Star Trek Voyager

Couple: Chakotay/Seven of Nine

Timeline: After End Game

Rating: PG-13 <just to be on the safe side>

Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager does not belong to me nor does any of it’s characters. They belong to Paramount. I’m just having fun with them. No money is involved. It’s just for the pleasure of reading.

Honor Thy Love

By Marqaisa McAdams.

**This story was inspired by a picture that a list member messed with and challenged us to come up with how this image came to be. My thanks to Becca in the C/S fic list. **

Seven organized the ingredients required for her dinner with Chakotay on the countertop. She turned around in the narrow area in order to turn on the oven when her left side hit the counter causing her pain where the sensitive flesh was. Wincing she forced the pain aside and began to cut the vegetables when she heard the door to her apartment chime. The computer ID’d Chakotay’s presence on the other side of the door. Allowing him in, Seven went back to her task. Chakotay smiled at her as he stepped into the kitchen.

“You look beautiful, Seven,” he whispered softly.

Giving him a shy smile she thanked him and returned the compliment.

“I got these for you. Not replicated.” Chakotay produced a small bouquet of lilies.

“Thank you. They will make a better centerpiece than what I had originally planned.”

Chakotay glanced over and saw pillars of candles, varying in size and shape, burning in the center of the table.

“Let’s leave these here on the counter. I want to be able to see you from my chair.”

Seven nodded, not bothering to show Chakotay where she kept the vases. He knew her apartment almost as well as she did; as if he lived there. He had stayed there often enough, not wanting to sleep alone when he was in town.

Tonight, however, might change their whole arrangement.

“Do you need help?” he volunteered.

“Wash your hands and you can assist in making the salad,” she told him.

Chakotay smiled and moved toward the sink, but got sidetracked watching Seven cutting vegetables in her red dress. No matter what outfit she had on Chakotay preferred her in this dress, but only second to her natural form. Walking up behind her, Chakotay snaked his arms around her waist, but stopped when Seven convulsed in obvious discomfort.

“Seven, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.

“I-I…You touched a sensitive part of my body. It’s still healing.”

“Healing? Healing from what? What happened?”

“I went today and acquired a tattoo.”

Chakotay stepped back, glancing her over to find where it was. He had touched her waist so it had to be there.

“Why?” he asked, surprised at Seven’s impulsive act. This was not like her.

She stepped forward and touched the spot just above his left eyebrow.

“Why did you get yours?” she challenged him softly.

“I wanted to honor my father’s memory,” he answered without hesitation.

“And I wanted to honor you,” she whispered softly, tracing the outline of his tattoo with her index finger.

“What did you get?” he asked.

She smiled again, a mischievous look in her blue eyes. Tapping his temple gently she replied, “Guess.”

“May I see it?”

In response Seven turned around and unzipped the dress enough to give Chakotay a sneak peak.

Raising an eyebrow at where it was placed, Chakotay couldn’t help but feel flattered by her gesture of honor. This was a huge step for them as a couple. It was something set in stone- or rather in flesh, as the case may be. It told him that she was ready for a commitment as much as he was. Her fears of him possibly holding a torch for Katherine had vanished with this permanent act. This tattoo was proof of that. Not being able to resist he kissed the flesh right above her tattoo. She winced slightly in surprise, but Chakotay was sure she was fine with the small gesture of thanks he gave for this gift.

Turning she looked at him and asked, “Does it please you?”

“Yes, it does Seven. I’m very much honored as well. Now I believe that you are as committed to this relationship as I am. But you better zip your dress back up before I get more ideas and ruin supper again.”

To his elation she laughed and did quick work at covering herself again.

Their dinner was peaceful, but meaningful, the meal amazing as ever. Clearing the table Chakotay stopped Seven from entering the kitchen. Putting down her plate he took her hands into his and said, “What’s on your mind, Seven? I sensed that you wanted to say something, but were too afraid to.”

“Yes, I was,” she conceded in shame, her eyes cast down.

“What is it?” he asked, tipping her chin up.

“I want us to take this relationship to the next level. How do you feel about moving in together?”

Chakotay was a little taken back by her question. “Are you serious?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have-,” his fingers stopped her in mid-sentence.

“That was a rhetorical question, Seven. Yes, I think moving in together would be a good thing for us.”

Seven smiled. “Where do you want to be, Chakotay? Wherever you are I’ll be happy.”

“I’m happy right here, Seven. My apartment doesn’t feel like mine. Just a place to put my clothes. You’ve made this a home that I feel comfortable in.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes, I am. Now I know how you hate to leave dishes overnight so let’s clean up right quick then I’ll show you how much I love you.”

Seven blushed then set a record for the fastest dishwashing Chakotay had ever seen.

Chakotay pulled apart from Seven and re-examined the tattoo just above her left buttock. It was exactly like the one he wore on his left eyebrow. It warmed him that she would do this for him. Kissing the still sore flesh he heard her murmur, her eyes blinking open as she turned to look at him.

“What is it, Chakotay?” she asked, voicing concern in a sleepy tone.

“I love you, Seven,” he told her, kissing her on the cheek.

“I love you, too, Chakotay,” she murmured lazily, kissing him briefly before falling back to sleep.

“I love you so much, Anika,” he whispered softly in her ear before pulling her body to his in a spoon like fashion and falling into a peaceful slumber.

-- Fin --

Broken Links - Comments - Suggestions - Gramatical Errors

[email protected]