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Disclaimer - Star Trek, and all its characters, starships, aliens and phaser compression rifles belong to Paramount/Viacom. The only thing I own is my mind, which can come up with some pretty weird ideas...
Author's Note - Don't get me wrong, I love the Janeway/Chakotay relationship...or the lack thereof there has been lately. But I have read so many stories where everything is idyllic; Chakotay is always very well endowed, Janeway is always beautiful...so, I've taken it upon myself to add a dose of reality to the world of J/C fanfic. Don't flame me for it please.
Not Quite Perfect
By Queen Selenay
Rating: R
In retrospect, Kathryn wasn't quite sure what is was; maybe she had drunken a bit too much of Neelix's wine at the Prixin celebration or maybe she was just tired of being alone. Or it could have been that she was just feeling damn horny. Whatever the cause, somehow she found herself in Chakotay's quarters, her lips hungrily devouring every inch of his skin, and her fingers fumbling to remove his uniform. Cursed Starfleet. Couldn't they have designed these uniforms so that they were easier to remove? Especially when one was in a hurry, and all thoughts of logic and rationality had conveniently flown from one's head. Chakotay was having similar difficulty, but eventually managed to remove her top. Seconds later, she finally managed to rid him of his Starfleet-issue pants, revealing his extremely muscular legs. She was tempted to run her hands down them, to feel what years of Starfleet training had done for him, but her need to have him inside her was so great, that she just ripped his boxers off, taking a brief second to appreciate their silken feel. Chakotay maneuvered her towards the bed, his erect penis standing before her in all its...smallness. Laughing, Kathryn rolled out from under him. "Hold on a minute, Chakotay. Let me go find my tweezers."
Chakotay's face darkened with anger, and he reached for her, snagging one of her bra straps. It snapped, and fell to the floor, along with quite a bit of stuffing. Now it was Chakotay's turn to double over with laughter. "You...you stuff your bra?" he gasped, his anger turning to mirth.
Kathryn crossed her arms over her chest, defensively. "So, I'm not perfect. You're not either. No one is."
"True," Chakotay admitted. "But not quite perfect is good enough for me."
Kissing him gently on the lips, Kathryn whispered, "Me too."
The End
Chakotay will call her Kathryn  times this season!
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