by ©Tricia Donovan, 2000
DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns Voyager and Kashyk. I dreamed a little dream of him, and this story is the result. It is mine, and may not be posted elsewhere without my permission. "YOU look tired."
"I cannot sleep. Neelix suggested something called ... leola root?"
"A Talaxian delicacy."
She comes close to him. He can smell her perfume, spicy and sweet. She rests her hand on his chest and lets it trail slowly downwards. She watches him through her lashes.
"I think I can find something much more ... effective than that."
Her voice is husky. His breathing quickens.
"Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I won't be a moment."
He watches her preparations.
When she comes back, she is holding a tall steaming beaker.
"Hot milk with honey. My mother swears by it."
RATING: [PG-13]