Star Trek Voyager: The Loving Game

Star Trek Voyager: The Loving Game (Chapter 61)

A/n: I’m really sorry I’ve not updated anything since Saturday, it’s been an abnormally busy week so far, please forgive me and review this!

The beautiful ceremony space was literally transformed into an equally breathtaking reception within minutes under the cheery direction of Neelix, with the occasional helping hand from assistant extraordinaire Naomi, and the laughing cooperation of a few crewmembers as they clumsily reorganised chairs. Seven and Chakotay though were oblivious to all the hubbub around them happening for their benefit, Chakotay having sneakily pulled his new wife into an empty corridor outside the Mess Hall and proceeding to kiss her with more reckless abandon than he could have if they’d continued in front of the prying eyes of the crew. “Chakotay…” Seven gasped out breathlessly as his lips moved down her throat, “What about the party? People expect us to be there…”

He pulled her waist closer seductively as he met her eyes, a glint obvious in his own. “They won’t care.” He stated bluntly, a smile twisting his lips as the unmistakable crash of breaking glass echoed out from the Mess Hall, “Besides, it doesn’t sound like they’re ready yet.”

“No.” She conceded, tossing him a teasing look as she began to unfasten his arms from around her waist and headed back towards the door, “In fact, they seem to be greatly in need of some Borg organisational skills…” She giggled as he playfully dragged her back towards him and then wrapped her arms back around his broad shoulders, leaning into his face. “Are you happy?” she asked him softly, her face suddenly serious as she lovingly caressed his cheek, her new wedding band glittering on her ring finger.

Chakotay’s molten, chocolate brown eyes shone with adoration as he slowly took her hands and held them tightly, rubbing his thumb over her implants on one hand and her wedding ring on the other. “I’m perfectly happy Seven, I can’t imagine being more so.” He murmured, his voice warm with sincerity.

Seven smiled down at their interwoven hands, surprised to feel tears forming in her irises again as she looked up at him. “I concur.” She whispered thickly, swallowing shakily before continuing, her voice now calm, steady and certain. “I doubt you’ll ever realise how the extent of what you’ve done for me, but I want you to know that I do. You gave me back my humanity, my life itself…” She stopped as his kiss met her lips and she gave into her feelings for him with an ease that still surprised her.

They broke apart with a gasp as they felt something pouring over their heads, opening their eyes to see confetti everywhere and Tom grinning at them mischievously as held the now empty bucket aloft. “Come on now, you’re acting like a pair of teenagers hiding from supervision, get back in here!”

“Why should we?” Chakotay retorted with a chuckle as he shook the confetti out of his hair, curling a protective arm around Seven.

Tom pretended to think for a second, “Um…because the Captain says we can’t start eating until you two crazy lovebirds come back in to hear the speeches?”

Seven arched a wry eyebrow at him, “And you are impatient to say your speech?”

He grimaced sheepishly, his eyes shifting nervously. “Yeah, that and I’m starving! Watching someone else get married is hard work!”

Chakotay and Seven’s laughter was cut off by Celeste’s sudden appearance, the little girl immediately burrowing her excitement flushed face into the rustling folds of Seven’s dress. “Mama, Papa, come pway!”

Seven knelt down to disentangle her, “We will play with you later baby, everyone will I think, but we’ll eat first, okay?”

Celeste thought about this for a moment, her brow furrowing as she weighted up the benefits of play and food. “Kay.” She mumbled obediently, before glancing hopefully up at her smiling father, “Cake?”