Yummy Valentine


By Britta

In the turbolift on the way to the Bridge, Commander Chakotay reviewed his options for Tom's Valentine's Day surprise. His lover enjoyed many obscure and even obsolete holidays, and he delighted in remembering each and every one of them.
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This time, the theme would not be the colors of red, white and blue, as they had been for the Fourth of July many months ago. Taste, instead of vision, would be appealed to in the manner that had worked so well once before.
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As his shift wore on, Chakotay thought of the many possibilities that marched through his mind. Much like the graduated hues of a rainbow, one concept easily merged into the next. Eventually, he decided to festoon his naked body with chains of white chocolate roses tied together with green whips made of marshmallow creme. That should surely tempt Tom's sweet tooth and engage his tongue in a most provocative way.
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There was an art to composing a celebration for Tom. It usually kept him happily occupied for several days and required the hoarding of replicator rations. Still, in the end it was always worth it.
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He smiled at the recollection of the number of orgasms they'd managed to wring from each other the last time he'd decorated himself with edible things--a garland of whipped-cream oyster shells in interesting places, interspersed with certain...pearls--but those came later.
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Tonight, he looked forward to beating their old record.
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A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his nearly day-long reverie and he was startled into the realm of dull-space reality by Tuvok's voice. "Your duty shift is finished, Commander."
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"Thank you, Tuvok."
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Chakotay left the Bridge and hurried to his quarters. Tom was due to arrive at 1900 and there was a lot to do before then. Smiling with anticipation, he began to get ready.
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THE END

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