by Dakota

"I'm sorry I'm late." Kathryn hurried out of her bedroom to join Chakotay at the view port.

"It was worth the wait. You look wonderful in that dress."

"This thing? I've worn it to every party for the last four years."

"That's why I like it. It means for a few hours we can leave our duties behind us." Chakotay grinned at her. "It also means that I get to dance with you, like this."

Chakotay grabbed Kathryn and twirled her around in a quick turn. She laughed as she grabbed his arms and held on to keep her balance. The impulsive maneuver ended as abruptly as it had begun but Chakotay didn’t release his hold. When Kathryn didn't pull away or drop her arms, he yielded to temptation.

"Computer, play Chakotay selection number three."

As the music started, he pulled Kathryn into a slow easy dance rhythm. She didn't resist but relaxed into the familiar steps. Four years together on Voyager meant that they were as well matched on a dance floor as on the bridge. As the first song ended, Kathryn pulled away. "We're going to be late."

"I'll blame it on you."

"You take the blame and we can come back here after the party and have one last dance."

Chakotay smiled. "All right. But neither of us is as young as we used to be. We might not be able to stay out too late."

Kathryn smiled back before she stretched up to kiss his cheek. "I have a feeling that we'll be ready to dance the night away once we get back here."

Chakotay turned serious. "Do I detect a slight change in your interpretation of some of Starfleet's regs?"

Kathryn nodded. "Am I too late?"

Chakotay shook his head as he leaned forward to kiss her. "No, but we're going to be late, very, very late, to the party."