Summary: They need balance and order in their lives, but sometimes the vulnerability shows through.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own the series and the characters that are related to Star Trek: Voyager, but the story is mine.
Length: 638 words
June 2000

 

Author's Note: To all my loyal and not so loyal readers, this was written with the intent of fulfilling a challenge. A 'friend' gave me a line and said can you write a story around it, I thought, sure why not. So this is what came of it.


The days passed and Kathryn felt so utterly useless. It had been three days since Chakotay had touched her in any way. She meant any way. No pats on the back, no touching of the shoulder, no hand holding as she went on a dangerous mission.


She sat in her ready room and pouted. Sure she had no specific claim to him, but really. They had always been destined to be together. The closest she got to any physical contact lately was when she had fallen during a battle simulation and he had offered her a hand up. And that was two months ago.


Oh the horror, oh the total stupidity of it all. Why had she turned him down on New Earth. Why hadn't she told him she had heard him during that Coda to everything she wished happened, screw her dad, she wanted to see, she meant to 'really see' Chakotay, in all his forms.


She sighed, and daydreamed. The bronze skin, the beautiful brown eyes, the ripples of muscles that must be hiding just under that tight uniform. The ass that must have started a million daydreams among her crew, the...


She was interrupted by a chime of her ready room door. *Oh screw it if I ignore it maybe they'll go away.*


Kathryn went back to daydreaming. *Sigh*


Then she heard the ready room door opening. *Oh for god's sake, all I ask is half an hour peace, fifteen minutes peace, I'll take ten if I get them uninterrupted for god's sake.*


"Yes, what can I do..." She looked up to see that warrior, that maquis rebel, that... *Oh forget it Kathryn, you blew it.*


"Hello Chakotay, what can I do for you?"


He looked at her, eyes glazed over, skin flushed. "Well Kathryn, you weren't answering your hails, and Harry had a potty problem, and then we ran out of coffee, but that was only after the Borg attacked and Tom wet his pants."


She half got roused from her daydream, "Very nice Commander, whatever you want, as you were."


Chakotay's jaw dropped open. This was too perfect, he could have fun with this."And I feel so utterly exposed and vulnerable, and not in that fun spanky way!"


Kathryn shook her head. "What did you just say? Did you just say you wanted me to spank you?" Her eyes got large, her dreams, were they finally coming true?


Chakotay's eyes narrowed as he looked at her. He shook his head. "Pardon me?"
Kathryn realized that she had just made a huge mistake and blushed a deep chartruse. "Uh...nothing Chakotay."


He was going to have some fun now. "Bend over Kathryn."


Kathryn's eyes widened. "No Chakotay, that's not fair. I didn't mean it."


Chakotay narrowed the space between them. "Vulnerable I am, spanking you're getting."


"No Chakotay...wait..."


Outside on the bridge, the officers heard a loud squeal and twack. Tuvok couldn't fathom what was going on in the ready room. "Security to the Captain's ready room."


A security team assembled at the doors. The privacy lock was engaged, he overrode it, and the Voyager's third in command walked in on a scene he hadn't expected.


Sitting on the couch, was Commander Chakotay, the Capain on his knee, her lips glued to his.


Tuvok excused himself and his ideas of a world with balance and order were forever shattered.


THE END