This is a serial of sorts. It is rated NC-17. It dates from the summer after the first season, but it's not really time-specific.

The characters in this chapter are the property of Paramount, as is the furniture (or maybe they rent it--how should I know?). However, I'm pretty sure I'm not revealing the plot of any of this season's episodes here.

Chapter 2
In which Chakotay makes a suggestion

After Neelix left, there was a moment of awkward silence. Janeway was aware that she was sweating freely. Chakotay looked a little warm, too. Perhaps he'd feel more comfortable without that uniform....She forced herself to concentrate on the problems at hand. It was difficult, though. She'd been quite surprised by the strength of the desire she'd felt for Neelix, but it paled in comparison with what she felt for Chakotay right now. As a precaution, she sat on her hands. She had trouble enough keeping them off of him under normal circumstances.

"Do you have any recommendations, Commander?" Janeway asked. It took all of her considerable self-control to say that, instead of "God, you're gorgeous." Which he was. Best-looking first officer she'd ever had.

Chakotay looked embarrassed. "Permission to speak freely?"

"Granted," she said, managing once again not to speak freely herself.

"The usual way of releasing sexual tension is through orgasm. It might be possible to dissipate the effects of the substance in that manner..." He sounded like Tuvok, he knew it, but the clinical language helped him to resist two impulses: the impulse to duck his head and dash out the door and the impulse to rip the captain's uniform off. Even among the Maquis, these wouldn't have been acceptable courses of action. He had never been so horny in his life. He felt like a giant penis in a Starfleet uniform.

"In other words, you think it might be possible to overcome the effects of the substance by...giving in to them?" This opened intriguing possibilities.

"Yes." It sounded like she liked the idea, but that didn't necessarily mean he'd have a part to play. She'd have to make the first move, and if she didn't make it soon he'd have to get out of there. "I'll go to my quarters now, Captain, unless you have further need of my services." By the single greatest effort of will he'd ever made in his life, he kept a straight face.

A broad grin spread slowly over the captain's face, revealing her perfect white teeth. Her eyes sparkled. She stood up and walked around the desk.

"Computer, no interruptions."

Chakotay smiled and moved closer to her. She threw her arms around his neck.

"Permission to...act freely?" She gazed into his eyes for a long moment, then nodded eagerly. Seemingly without effort, he swept her off her feet and carried her over to the couch. Suddenly, the Delta Quadrant seemed a much less lonely place.

Chakotay knelt, laying her down gently on the couch. He kissed her, long and passionately. His right hand busied itself with her uniform, opening the jumpsuit, reaching up under the shirt to stroke her breasts. She arched her back, pressing herself against his hand. She ran her fingers through his short, straight hair and stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. When he finally broke the kiss, she went straight for the fastenings of his uniform. He began removing the pins which held her hair, allowing it to fall in shining strands over the cool blue-grey of the couch cushions. She pulled his shirt off over his head and ran her fingers over his smooth, muscular chest. He took her head in one big hand and ran his tongue along the edge of her ear. She drew in her breath sharply and released it in a low sigh. She felt herself close to orgasm, but she hadn't had anything yet. She wriggled out of her uniform like a snake shedding its skin.

Chakotay was still dazed by his good fortune. In principle, it was a very bad thing that Neelix had administered mind-altering drugs to the crew. On the other hand, Kathryn Janeway was lying naked and very willing before him, and that was a good thing. He had wanted her since his first day on board. But he'd been a captain himself, and he was perfectly aware that one didn't go around humping one's crew. He'd had to break off the relationship with Seska, and that time with B'Elanna they'd both been incredibly drunk so that didn't really count. He wished he remembered it better. He'd resigned himself to a life of celibacy in the Delta Quadrant, but now an opportunity had presented itself and he was bloody well going to seize it. He pushed off his uniform, carefully liberating his penis. He fumbled with his boots. Finally, he was free. He took as much as he could of her left (or, in Starfleet terminology, "port") breast into his mouth, running his right hand down the warm curves of her body. She traced the familiar lines of the tattoo on his forehead with a finger and noted that it was not the only one he had. Then he was running his fingers through her brown, curly hair and sliding them gently but firmly between her thighs and she was scarcely aware of anything else but that. She took a deep breath and threw her left leg up onto the back of the couch, granting him full access.

Despite her best efforts to postpone her climax, Janeway came in a matter of seconds, throwing her head back and moaning. It soon became clear to her, however, that Chakotay had been wrong. The orgasm did not lessen the effects of whatever it was in that green slime. Even as the waves were shaking her body, she still wanted more. Furthermore, she could see the hunger in Chakotay's eyes and, as a good captain, she was always concerned with the welfare of her crew. She put her hands on his warm, strong shoulders.

"Call your shot," she said.

A wicked smile spread slowly over his normally rather staid features.

"The desk," he said.

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. He was struck again by her beauty. She should laugh more often. He resolved once again to do what he could to share her burdens, to make this impossibly difficult situation she'd been thrown into as bearable as it was in his power to make it. Fortunately, though, at the moment he could help her out in a much more pleasurable manner. He put his arms around her and pulled her to her feet, gave her a long, lingering kiss, then studied the desk with the eye of an experienced tactician. The viewscreen was somewhat inconveniently located, but he decided he could work around it.

"Do you suppose you could shut down that panel there for a bit? Things could get a bit confused otherwise."

She leaned over and touched a few colored blocks and the surface went dark. She felt Chakotay's big hands on her back, pushing her down. The desk was smooth and cool against her hot body. It felt good. She turned the seat of her chair towards her and braced herself with her hands on it. He ran his hands down her back and over her fine round buttocks, fair and smooth like two snow-covered hills. He kneaded them and felt her pushing against him, tilting her hips up toward him. He had to bend his knees a little to enter her; it would have been nice if the desk were four or five centimeters higher, but then it was really designed for different purposes entirely. She swung her feet up and around him. He began to move inside her, slowly and methodically, delighting in the wet heat of her body. Soon she was even wetter as he came, murmuring a stream of soft words in a language she didn't understand. She came again soon after. He laid his body against hers briefly, but it was not really a comfortable position to cuddle in. He withdrew and she turned around and sat on the desk, her arms around his shoulders.

"Sorry, Captain, I don't think this is working as I had expected," he said with a guilty grin.

"I think it's working just fine," she said, reaching over with her mouth for his. "But we should probably move to a different location."

"Yes, the bridge crew will begin to wonder what we're doing in here for so long."

"The problem is not that they will wonder. The problem is that they will know perfectly well. I suggest that you get dressed and go to your quarters immediately." She smiled. "You'd better wipe that lipstick off, too. Meet me at my quarters in half an hour."

"Aye, Kathryn." He smiled and kissed her again. He'd have given his blackbird's wing for a holo of her sitting there on her desk, hair around her shoulders, naked as the day she was born.

While he was assembling the scattered pieces of his uniform, she reached over to the console and opened a comm channel, making sure that it was audio only.

"Attention, all personnel...."

To be continued....