Off Duty

Title: Off Duty
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: ADULT
Summary: She had to set an example.
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: None, really.
Prompt Number for fic101: 31 - Desk
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Billy Joel.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 20/01/07

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I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time

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The fist rule, when the started seeing each other - sleeping together - was that it stays off duty.

The Captain couldn't act live a love-sick ensign, sneaking around in the Jeffries tubes, engaging in little trysts against consoles and bulkheads. She didn't have the luxury of sneaking off for a 'quickie' in the hopes that she wouldn't get caught by her boss as she snuck back to her station, hurriedly smoothing her hair down and tugging clothes back into place.

She was the boss, she had to set an example and Chakotay knew that as well as she did.

It had only taken her three years, but eventually Kathryn had decided that she was wasting far too much energy on fighting him. It had gotten to the stage where she felt as though she were spending more time watching her words and tactile nature around him than she was focussing on the ship - which was never true, but she blames a drop in her caffeine supply for the thoughts - and it was time to do something about it.

So she'd called him to her Quarters.

Their relationship had come about in the perfectly logical way.

They'd sat down to dinner and methodically worked over all of her fears, picking them apart and creating solutions to potential problems that held her back. They'd discussed his own concerns and the concerns of the crew that could pop up if/when they went public.

And then he'd fucked her brains out.

She was OK with that - and she was really OK with the latter part of that evening - but it unnerved her slightly that after less than a month, they'd broken two of their ground rules.

The first had been at a party in Sandrine’s.

In her defence, Kathryn blames the alcohol and the large amount of bodies packed onto the small dance floor for her 'indiscretion.'

They'd been dancing, reasonably late in the evening, and her hormones had taken over. A good few minutes had passed before she realized that she was kissing - 'Sucking face,' Tom had whistled - Chakotay in front of more than half the crew.

Which was how they all found out.

Their second transgression was taking place now, as she sat on the edge of her Ready Room desk - though someone had thought to move the computer and various PADD's, thankfully - with her dress pulled up around her hips and Chakotay's face buried between her legs as he sat in her chair.

Kathryn thinks that the fact she's wearing a dress - which is certainly better for 'easy access' - and not her uniform should count in their favour.

After all, she thinks, pushing her hips closer to his mouth, whether or not I'm in uniform is definitely going to make a difference with the review board.

While never having been one for some of the racier holovideos that were floating around, Kathryn has officially decided that there is something really, really delicious about having her First Officer order her to sit on her desk so that he can go down on her.

She moans, her thighs involuntarily clutching his head tighter.

Chakotay laughs, his lips firmly around her clit - and holy crap he needs to do that again - before he moves his hands to spread her legs, forcing her open for his mouth.

Teeth, tongue, lips all work her over, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

The pads of his fingertips trace patterns on her thighs as he holds them.

But it's not enough.

"Please..."

He is being an ass, she decides.

Chakotay knows exactly what kind of consistent pleasure will get her off and he's doing everything but.

In fact, he's been teasing her for a good half an hour now and Kathryn is either going to kill him and use her own hand to finish herself, or push him back in the chair and make him watch her finish herself.

Either way, if she doesn't get her orgasm soon, someone is going to pay.

"Chakotay..."

He pulls back from her - damn him - and sits back into the chair. One hand continues to hold her thigh, the other moves to trace the lips of her vagina, spreading her wetness.

He is smug as he smiles at her. "Yes, Kathryn?"

Ass! "Please."

"What do you want?"

"I want to come."

He pushes the tip one finger into her and raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yes. Now."

"And if I say no?"

"I will hurt you." She snarls at him and tries to push herself further onto his finger but the hand that holds her hip wont let her. "And then I'll get myself off."

"I believe I'd like to watch that."

"Yeah, well, I might make you if you don't... oh!" Some time between his reply and the beginning of her tirade, he'd moved back to his previous position and decided that her clit was going to be the sole focus of his life for the next few minutes.

Kathryn was very OK with that, too.

As they had both known, the consistent pleasure was enough and she lasted all of thirty seconds before her thighs were clenching around his head and she was stifling a scream.

Her breath coming in pants and her muscles still contracting, she watched him as he watched her, the smug smile still firmly in place - only she didn’t care so much about that right now - as he sat back in the chair again.

"We broke another rule." She sighs, but after that, she can't really bring herself to be angry about it.

"We did."

"Want to go down to sickbay and break rule three?"

"Kathryn!"

"What?" She shrugs. "Is it my fault that the biobeds are the perfect height?"

***

End