Title: Quickie
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: ADULT.
Summary: "How are the crew going to feel?"
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: None, really.
Prompt Number for fic101: 59: Writer’s Choice
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Pink. A quickie for Cara_mia. Thanks to my girl chocolateseduce for the help.
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 17/03/07

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Just let me have my fun tonight, alright?
I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really wanna mess with me tonight.

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"How are the crew going to feel?" His hot breath burned her skin, a whisper that left goose bumps. "They'll walk here and see their precious captain being fucked like a whore."

As much as Kathryn tried to protest, aside from the fact that he was right, the best she could manage was to tighten her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, harder, faster, more.

"Straight-laced, by-the-book Kathryn Janeway on her briefing room table." A hand cupped her breast through her clothing. "Still in uniform and all. So desperate that she didn't even bother taking her top off."

He was right; she had called him to the briefing room half an hour prior to the scheduled meeting, under the guise of wanting 'clarification on his report.' He had entered the room, PADD in hand and she had simply smiled and calmly informed him that she was horny, her pants halfway down her legs before she'd finished the sentence.

Heh.

The only thing she wanted 'clarification' on was whether or not he could make her scream under a time limit.

"They all think you're an ice maiden, destined to die without ever getting laid again. Wouldn't they be surprised to see you now, Captain?"

God, what if they were found?

A particularly hard thrust pushed the thought from her mind and Kathryn whimpered as she fought to stay in place. With her legs around his hips and her hands gripping desperately at the edge of the table, his crude remarks, coupled with another hard thrust, made her lose her grip a bit more.

"You're not an ice maiden though, are you, honey?" He sucked on her ear lobe, pulling it between his teeth. "No, you'd open your legs for me any day."

She tried to pant an answer back to him but it just wasn't happening.

"Look at you, Starfleet's golden girl with her legs spread at her crew's welcome home party."

Kathryn whimpered, low in the back of her throat, his dirty words pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Every thrust hit that spot inside of her, filling her completely before leaving her whimpering as he pulled out. She strained to meet him thrust for thrust, but he wasn't letting her move, and the stretch of her muscles against and around him only added to her pleasure.

She moaned loudly.

"That's it, honey." God help her, his thumb found her clit. "Scream for me."

She very well would have, but some temporarily forgotten sense of propriety didn't allow her that luxury and instead she bit down on the skin of his neck - hard.

He groaned when her teeth nearly drew blood, but it turned into a strangled groan of pleasure as he emptied himself inside her.

Chakotay slumped against her for a moment as they tried to get their breath back before he sighed.

Kathryn clutched at him as the last of her orgasm shot through her, making her internal muscles clench and unclench rhythmically while she moaned into his neck.

"We have to go." He told her.

Pushing himself up, Chakotay tucked his softening member back into his pants and helped her step back into hers.

He ran a finger against her wet crotch as he moved to slip her panties back into place. "I don't want to go."

She agreed with that sentiment. Voyager was home and Kathryn wanted to stay on board, regardless of Starfleet's plans to turn her into a museum.

"We could stay here." She offered, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "Spend all our days and nights making love all over the ship. You could fuck me in the captain's chair... sickbay... across the helm... or better yet, over the Borg bitch's console."

His voice hardened. "We're leaving. Now."

She couldn't help but grin when he smacked her on the ass and winked at her as she hurried out of the briefing room and headed back towards the party being thrown on the holodeck.

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End