Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager belongs to Paramount, but they left the romance to me. No infringement intended.

Summary: We’ve all been late, haven’t we?

February 15, 12:47 a.m.

A drabble by mizvoy

Kathryn was five hours late.

“Darling, I’m sorry . . . ”

She stopped inside the door, her excuse about the Enterprise adrift in Romulan space dying on her lips.

Every clock stood at 11:55.

“Sorry for what?” he grinned. “You just made it.”

Candlelight.

Roses.

Salad.

Lasagna.

Cheesecake.

Two bottles of wine.

Laughter.

Soft music.

Bubble bath for two.

Red satin sheets.

Sated, blissful, Kathryn rested against his warm body half-asleep.

“You’re too good to me.”

“I love you, Kathryn. For me, every day is Valentine’s Day.”

“I should have been a great fool not to love you, Chakotay.”

The end