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Yes!

Drogon accepting Jon Snow.

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Someday (When I Stop Loving You) - Sneak Peek

Another fic started, another one filled with Angst. Because that’s how the muse rolls. Prequel to ‘A Lonely Night’ as requested by some. (You know who you are). The muse wouldn’t shut up about it. 

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“Kathryn,” he murmurs, growing nearer. He crosses the balloon-covered entry way with surprising ease, reaching forward and catching her elbow before she has the chance to escape through the wide doors.

She stands silently, frozen as his hand encloses tightly on her outstretched arm. Auburn strands are framing her pale face, the hair rustling about as the breeze bites through the open door. The slight blush from her earlier activities on the dancefloor has begun to fade.

“Wait,” he says, tilting his head to try and meet her eye.

“No,” she says, angrily and shakes his hand from her arm. He lets her go easily, knowing it would do no good to try to hold her.

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Foreign talk....a J/C moment.

(I apologise for my written French. It sounds and reads correct to me, but I'm not a native French speaker So, I apologise if not grammatically accurate. You can blame google along with my sloppy French! Anyway, enjoy x)

“So, let me hear your dirty talk,” Kathryn said, rolling onto her side so that she was laying half across his bare chest.

Chakotay gave a deep, rich laugh, “Have I not seduced you enough tonight?”

“I have room for more,” Kathryn replied saucily, placing a gentle kiss to his nipple.

“You always do!” Chakotay grinned, looking down at her.

She grinned back and playfully nipped at his chest. “Come on, I’ve proved myself to be lacking, so let’s have it, Commander.”

Chakotay growled softly, “You know I can’t deny you when you call me that.”

Kathryn chuckled, “I know….so, Commander, give me your best lines. If they work, you’ll not be sorry.”

“Oh, they’ll work.” Chakotay answered confidently.

“Oh? You seem very confident…now you’ve got me very intrigued. Go on, hit me with it.” Kathryn smirked up at him.

Chakotay reacted before Kathryn had chance to even draw breath. He flipped her over so he loomed over her. He grinned and began to kiss at her neck, making her sigh with pleasure.

“T’as de beaux yeux, tu sais ?” he murmured into her ear.

“What?” Kathryn asked, pushing him away, a frown spreading across her face, followed by an amused glint on her face. “Was that….was that Olde French?”

“Full marks, Captain,” Chakotay grinned, an extremely pleased look plastered to his face.

“Where did you learn that?” Kathryn asked, impressed amusement evident in her voice.

“I have my sources,” Chakotay said enigmatically.

“Well, do continue,” Kathryn purred, wriggling and pulling him closer.

“Vos yeux sont encore plus bleus que le ciel et plus vivants qu’une ferme en Printemps,” Chakotay whispered into her ear.

Kathryn pulled back again, “What was that? Something about spring?”

“Ah, you know Olde French too?” Chakotay asked.

“Hardly!” Kathryn laughed. “I know the odd word or two.”

“Je t’aime. En fait – ce n’est pas juste que je t’aime – c’est aussi que je ne peux pas vivre sans toi. Je suis sérieux. Si tu me quittes je n’existe plus.” Chakotay’s voice was pure liquid silk to Kathryn’s ears, it sent bolts of lightning throughout her body, pooling in her belly, making her skin shiver with delight.

“I only got, je t'aime, I love you.” Kathryn responded. She was glad she was laid down, if she had been standing, she was certain her legs would have given out at this point.

“I also said, I can’t live without you,” Chakotay said, nuzzling at her neck.

“Oh, very good!” Kathryn sighed. Chakotay speaking Olde French? What more could a woman ask for?

“Je veux passer ma vie avec toi.” Chakotay growled into her ear, nipping playfully as he did. “Veux-tu m’épouser?”

Kathryn froze, her mind running rapidly through all the words and phrases she had ever read or heard in Olde French. An old holoprogram came back to her and she repeated the phrase in her head. Her heart pounded and she heard the gasp of breath she made as the words began to register.

“Chakotay….did you just ask me to marry you?” she finally managed to ask.

Chakotay smiled and placed a soft kiss just shy of her mouth. “Actually, I said I wanted to spend my life with you….then, I did ask you to marry me.”

“In Olde French?”

“In Olde French,” Chakotay clarified.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that a good sound or bad sound?” Chakotay asked, a glimmer of uncertainty crossing his handsome features. He’d been so sure earlier, but now…

“Ask me again.” Kathryn said, a look of pure happiness threatening to explode across her face.

“Veux-tu…”

“In Standard!”

Chakotay chuckled, then moved so he was looking her directly in the eye.

“Kathryn, I love you, I can’t live without you. Marry me.”

Kathryn felt her heart miss several beats. She wanted him to repeat the phrase again, just to be sure she had heard right.

“Kathryn, don’t leave me hanging. Will you? Will you marry me?”

Kathryn felt a beam of happiness explode across her face. She pressed her lips firmly to his, “Oui! Si! Ja! Nai! Igen! Shi! Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Hours later, Kathryn turned to Chakotay, “Well, I have to admit defeat here, you certainly know how to use words, though I can’t say they were exactly dirty…”

Chakotay laughed, “Wait until you hear my Vulcan. It’s pure filth!”

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Haha! I'm loving USS Daddy Issues! And, so true! Some comedy gold comments! @getoutofmyjaneway

Some notable comments from my father on his Threshold watch:

“They should call this ship the USS Daddy Issues.”

“Having two hearts could be useful you know. He could be like a walking organ doner.”

“I am glad his tongue came out. He talks too much.”

“Ooooooo they had seeeeeex.”

“Chakotay, the model first officer. Abandoning his captain’s children on an uninhabited planet.”

“Take the whole ship warp ten. Who cares if they hyper evolve into lizards, that’s Starfleet Medical’s problems now.”

“The cost of getting home is only becoming a giant lizard and sleeping with the captain. That’s a small price to pay.”

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Oh, you guys! Just "friends" my arse! Because we all have sexy candlelight dinners with our friends. Because we all stroke our friends across their chest.

Jeez, grow a pair Chakotay and tell her, "We're more than that! We so want to bang each other. In fact, we should just do it right now."

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No wonder Chakotay crashed shuttles if he had this image in his mind!

Drabble: Dangerous

I’ve wanted to use this pic since I first saw it, and this prompt was the perfect excuse.

The sky lit up in flames behind her. She stalked toward him as if in slow-motion, the skirt of her dress peeling away from her lean thighs. Fire glinted off her pale golden skin and turned her hair into a corona.

He had never seen anything so beautiful.

He had never been so aroused.

She curled one corner of her lips as she stopped in front of him, hand on one hip.

“I guess you were right about trying to land on this rock, Chakotay. It was too dangerous.”

“Kathryn,” he managed, “you were always the most dangerous thing here.”

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Talk dirty....another J/C moment

(Kathryn won't be defeated! Again, a bit naughty in places.) "I've been practising my dirty talk," Kathryn said suddenly, placing her almost empty wine glass onto the table. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight with barely contained mischief. Placing his own glass down, Chakotay grinned, his own eyes flashing with mirth. He straightened out the grin from his lips and sighed dramatically. "I'm glad to hear that, Kathryn, your first attempt was certainly lacking." Kathryn looked down at the table to hide the large grin on her face. She played with the stem of her wine glass and gave him a coy look. "I think you might be impressed this time," she said. "Well anything has to be better than....what was it? Quantum photon...or something?" Chakotay laughed, amused by the turn their conversation had taken. "Photonic quantum disturbance," Kathryn corrected, the corner of her mouth lifting into a crooked smile. "Not my finest hour, I admit." "Well, we can't be great at everything, not even you, Kathryn." Chakotay finished the wine in his glass and set it down, searching her face for a hint of her next move. "But you know me, Chakotay, I hate to fail and I realised that I let you down. I apologise." Kathryn said, her voice solemn but there was evident amusement dancing through her eyes. "Apology accepted," Chakotay replied. He waited for her to say something else, but she was clearly waiting for him to make the first move. Obviously, he knew he'd crack first. "So, when and where have you been practising this dirty talk?" Chakotay finally asked, leaning over to refill both their glasses. Kathryn took a sip and said, "The bathroom, this morning. The mirror was my....unsuspecting victim." Chakotay nodded thoughtfully, "So that's why it was so steamed up!" Kathryn couldn't stop the laugh that escaped and she took a moment to compose herself. "Yes, I think the mirror approved." "So, when do I get to....experience this talk then?" Chakotay asked, his eyes twinkling. Kathryn slowly got out of her seat and moved closer, he didn't fail to notice the sway of her hips or the almost predatory gleam in her eye. He felt his body twitch in response as she came to a stop in front of him, hip leaning casually against the table. "How about I just let it flow?" she asked. "A wise decision," Chakotay nodded. "I'll start with.....you heat me up like a warp core reactor," Kathryn purred. Chakotay smirked, "A good start." "I would love to explore your spatial anomaly." Kathryn continued, biting her lower lip in a seductive manner. "Better," Chakotay said, swallowing hard. "I think you should test out my coaxial drive," Kathryn whispered, her hand stroking along the table edge. "Nice," Chakotay nodded. "I can do that." "I'll let you run your hands over my trans warp particle domain." "Hot," Chakotay growled, thoroughly enjoying this post-dinner game. "You're the catalytic converter to my engine," Kathryn sighed, tilting her head at him. "A what?" Chakotay frowned. "It's something I picked up from Tom Paris. It's some component of 20th century cars.....I think." Kathryn replied, the seductive tone lost for a moment. "Ah, you blew it with the mention of Paris." Chakotay smirked, turning in his seat and making to stand up. Kathryn stilled him with a hand to his chest, which lightly pressed him back into the chair. "Sorry, I'll try again." She paused, staring at the floor for a moment. She lifted her head and raised an eyebrow. "You can rub your hands over my veteron plasma relay." Her fingers played lightly across his chest. "Much better!" Chakotay grinned enthusiastically. "I could go on," she said, her voice becoming huskier as she pushed off the table, "Or I could use my mouth for other things." She slowly sank to her knees in front of him, and with a grin, he let his head fall back. "Oh, yes. Much better..." he managed to sigh.

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Talk dirty.... a J/C moment.

(Heading into the naughty region) "Talk dirty to me, Kathryn," Chakotay growled, pulling at her top. Kathryn sat nipping at his ear, her breath coming in gasps, "What?" she managed to pant, moving down to nip at his jawline. "Talk dirty," he repeated between kisses across her collar bone. "Go on." "Chakotay..." she began, her words turning into a moan as his mouth moved lower. "Say something filthy," he said, his hands grabbing her hips roughly. Kathryn pulled back and gave a nervous laugh, "I can't!" "Yes, you can." He pulled her closer again, "Go on. I bet you've got a filthy mouth on you." Kathryn pushed back again, "Chakotay..." He pulled her closer and nipped playfully at her neck, "Come on, say whatever's on your mind. Tell me." Kathryn was distracted by the attentions of his mouth, she tried to clear her mind but nothing was forthcoming, all she could think of was his mouth. "Kathryn..." he growled again, "just say something dirty." Kathryn gasped as his hands moved lower, she could barely think straight and so, the words just came. "Photonic quantum disturbance." Chakotay stopped his ministrations and pulled back, Kathryn flushed and tried to avoid his eyes. "On second thoughts, don't say anything," he grimaced. "Way to ruin a moment, Kathryn." Kathryn scowled, "I just can't do dirty talk!" "Clearly!" Chakotay smirked. "Well, I'd like to see you do better!" she huffed. As he pulled her closer, he whispered words into her ear that made her blush so violently, she was sure she was causing her own photonic quantum disturbance.

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Fic - Break Time

(Absolute nonsense but it amused me - not in a weird way! I don't have a habit of writing or thinking about toilets! But, I did wonder if public toilets exist on starships. I like to think they do.) Break Time It was the middle of Alpha shift and time for a break. It was a chance for the crew on duty to replicate a quick drink and pay a comfort call. Being Bridge Crew meant for Tom Paris that there wasn't enough time to make it to his quarters for a comfort call and indulge in a drink and sticky bun. This meant only one thing. Public restrooms. Tom Paris always hated the awkwardness of public restrooms especially when others were using them. The urinals always felt too close together and then there was the awkward conundrum - do you make conversation or not? He sighed as he noted the toilets were busy today and it was by no means the first time that he had wished he was a woman. He envied them their individual cubicles that could be used for all personal matters, not just a number two. He also had this fantasy about what women got up into there. He imagined it a magical place filled with group showering and massaging perfumed oils into each other. Glancing at the occupied urinals, he sighed. Commander Chakotay was at the far end. He was always silent in the toilets, leaning one handed against the wall, his other hand holding....well, Tom wasn't going to look there! He already had enough insecurities to last a lifetime. But on that one time he did (it had been by accident) he had realised exactly why the Captain often seemed so joyous in a morning - that's of course if scuttlebutt was true! Tom just needed the proof and he could cash in his winnings. Tuvok was in the middle. He was his usual stoic silent self. Hands behind his back and stood to attention (his body, not anything else) he was contemplative whilst carrying out his necessary actions. Tom conceded that Vulcan physiology really was rather amazing considering the "no hands needed" technique. At the opposite end was Harry. Harry was a whistler. He would stand stock still, whistling merrily, no doubt to drown out the thunderous sound of his doings as they met the pan. Tom had questioned Harry on the amount his bladder could hold, to which, Harry had happily told him he had issues regarding toileting from a young age, and so therefore, could drink the recommended 8 glasses of water and hold himself for a good 12 hours. The downside was thunderous pisses. But, each to their own. Tom now had the unenviable task of deciding which urinal to use. Stand between Harry and Tuvok, or Tuvok and the commander? Thankfully, Chakotay had finished and was now busily rearranging himself and heading for the sink and Tuvok also seemed to have finished leaving plenty free urinals. Picking the middle one, Tom thought to himself he was just grateful that Neelix was not in here. With two male appendages, the Talaxian was a nightmare to be anywhere near when he was taking a piss. Neelix's exuberance was not limited to his hands and vocal chords, as Tom's work shoes could vouch for. Explaining to the Captain that you needed to replicate new shoes mid-shift and seeing her nose crinkle as the smell reached her nostrils was not something Tom ever wished to repeat. He grinned at the memory of the Captain asking him,"Urine, Mr Paris?" "Talaxian urine to be exact Captain." The Captain had made a face and raised an eyebrow. "How? In fact, no, do not answer that. I do not want to know. Sort it out!" Tom was mid-flow when the doors to the gents banged open violently. "Alright you pussies, put everything away and get out!" B'Elanna and Seven strode purposefully into the room. Harry squeaked in horror and quickly turned slightly, the thunderous roar turning to a strangled trickle. "B'Elanna! What the hell?" Tom cried, quickly turning himself away to hide his dignity. B'Elanna folded her arms and Seven raised an eyebrow. "One of the gel packs is malfunctioning in here and the Captain sent me to sort it." "Now?" Tom demanded. "Kinda busy here!" B'Elanna laughed, "Obviously we will wait. No need to be embarrassed on our account." She strode further into the room, "Who's in trap 1?" She bellowed, beating her fist loudly on the first cubicle door. "Errrm....Vorik," came a voice from behind the door. "Well hurry up and wipe. We have a job to do!" she shouted back. Tom quickly finished and adjusted his modesty. "You know, if we did this to you in your bathrooms, we would be hung drawn and quartered," he said indignantly. "Oh, please! It's a toilet. We all do the same in here. Unless you think we do things differently in the ladies toilet? I bet you imagine us rubbing oils into each other!" B'Elanna folded her arms and laughed. Tom scowled,"No!" Damn! "From the flush rushing up Mr Paris' neck, I concur that's exactly what he thought happened." Seven added coolly. "Starfleet, what the hell are you doing?" B'Elanna demanded, turning on the young man. Harry turned from the sink, a confused look on his face. "I have to make sure I wash my hands exactly 20 times. To get all the germs off." B'Elanna rolled her eyes, "OK, get out!" The following minute saw Harry run out of the bathroom with soapy hands, Vorik flush quickly, wash his hands and also depart with Tom on his heels. "Admit it, Chief, you just wanted to see my thing!" Tom called over his shoulder as he left. As the door closed, he heard Seven announce, "This place is offensive. There is stale urine on the floor." "Welcome to the disgusting world of men," B'Elanna guffawed.

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@mia-cooper Wow! I'd forgotten that!!! Tom is THE MAN! I can see him on a Jerry Springer style show with this track record!

Sometimes Janeway probably say stuff like “If I had children…” or “I never became a mother…”

And I can just see Tom every time giving her a look like >:(

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Of all the bad guys ever to grace my screen, Neegan is my absolute fave! I love this guy, he's so bad and yet....jeez, I love his one liners. I implement them into my daily life wherever possible.

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To be fair, he does hold the crown for knocking up two members of the senior leadership team...that's pretty impressive. He's literally the boss! He must have awesome sperm.

Sometimes Janeway probably say stuff like “If I had children…” or “I never became a mother…”

And I can just see Tom every time giving her a look like >:(

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I had something similar with my OH. I watched BSG for him and he watched Voyager for me. Now when asked about Voyager he says, "It's too weird. They flew the ship into an alien's bum!"

😂

I’ve been messaging with someone because I’m watching Stargate for the first time and they’re watching Star Trek Voyager for the first time and I just got this message 😂 😂

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This made me gag on my coffee.

Not contrived oh at all

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Pure FILTH!

Fresh off the cube

Tumblr gave me these suggested searches, and it got me thinking. What if the Doctor gave Seven a social lesson in humanoid courting rituals and her homework was writing smut?

He placed his digits beneath her mandible and exerted 0.8 kilograms of pressure at an 88.7 degree angle. His cranium inclined at 179 degrees, aligning their vermilia. They applied variable pressure. She noted that the sensation resulted in an increase of their pulse rates, pheromonal output and serotonin levels. After 386 seconds, she retreated.

“Would you like to come to my regeneration chamber?” she requested. She noted that she was experiencing a heightened sense of anticipation, which he also manifested physically in his rapid respiration and expanded pupils.

His response to her query was predictable, given the evidence of his sexual arousal. “That would be satisfactory.”

She attempted to analyse her emotions but found that they were chaotic. Nonetheless, she extended her right hand and their phalanges interlaced.

She anticipated that it would be an educational 6.3 minutes.

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Speaking French...

My father in law is French. I've not been back to the family home since Christmas and it's amazing how quickly you lose the language and then after a glass or two of wine, it comes flowing back! The children however just slip so casually back into the language of their Grandfather and envy them!