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Copyright rebel_jediknight, December 2000.
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Thanks to Coral and Loz for the quick beta over a chat session.
Kathryn placed a hand on the sleeping form of her lover and shook him gently.
"Chakotay."
No answer.
"Chakotay."
"Mmmf."
She shook him again, a little harder this time. "Chakotay!"
"What?"
"I heard something..."
"Heard what?" he queried absently, only half awake.
She lifted her head and propped it on her hand. "I don't know... maybe a door hissing or something. I think somebody came inside."
"You must be imagining things."
"I don't think so..."
"Kathryn," Chakotay said patronizingly, "stop worrying and go back to sleep."
"Hmmm," she muttered, not really paying attention.
Groggily he forced his eyes open and looked at her.
"You're paranoid, you know."
She mock-glared him. "I am not."
He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win.
"Come here..."
His hand caught her on the shoulder and yanked her down onto him. Still half asleep, he flipped her onto her back and straddled her.
"Now," he said when he thought she was completely immobilized, "go to sleep."
She grinned up at him.
"Kiss me."
He didn't move.
She slid her hands under his shirt and began to tickle him.
He squirmed. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Tickling me."
"I'm not tickling you," she denied indignantly.
"Yes you are."
"You must be imagining it," she said as innocently as she could.
"Kathryn, can't you just let me sleep?" he pleaded.
"Kiss me..."
He leaned forward, gently touched their lips together. "There."
She continued tickling.
"Not good enough."
He rolled his eyes.
"Chakotay..." His name suddenly turned into a moan as his mouth molded itself to hers.
"Happy now?" he asked when they finally broke apart.
"You may sleep," she said with the regal air of a queen granting a favor to one of her subjects.
"Thank you."
"Kathryn," he grunted a few moments later, "move your hands."
"I'm warming them."
"On my chest?"
"Mmmhmm, is something wrong?"
"Not unless you start tickling me again." He rolled, pulling her with him.
"I wasn't tickling."
"Yes you were," he murmured and kissed her before she could respond.
She waited until he was busy nuzzling her neck, then smiled.
"I was not."
The End
