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Rated: R rating ~ sexual situations

"B'Elanna, I'd like you to do me a personal favor."

"Sure. What would you like, Chakotay?" she answered, as she shifted through what looked like a mountain of pads. The new shuttle had a small malfunction, which required her immediate help.

A cough and then the whispered reply, "Do a person to site transport for me ... to the Captain's ready room. And make sure it doesn't appear anywhere."

This was hardly what B'Elanna was expecting to hear. She had helped brainstorm with the Commander for nearly two weeks, thinking up a gift for the Captain's birthday. Everything from candies to replicated coffee beans to a fancy lovely chained watch. But nothing seemed right for him.

So they had always gone to their respective quarters with nothing to show for their efforts and now the big day was here and he seemed to be empty handed. *Not my fault* thought B'Elanna.

Her brow tightened until the ridges looked more pronounced and she sighed. "Ok, old man. This better be worthwhile!" and went around to making the necessary adjustments.

Near the middle of her shift, Kathryn fidgeted in her seat. Today Chakotay had requested the day off and had called her the night before to tell her he wanted to see her later on. Made her wonder if it would be for official business or would he recall that today was an important day for her. Eagerly, she had waited and waited at her post until the moments had dragged on and it seemed as if her XO had forgotten.

Well, she refused to call him via commbadge.

No invitation for dinner had arrived.

Not a single message on her console telling her he had so much as remembered.

She was pissed. But in Captain mode, nothing showed on the surface.

Stubborn red head that she was she continued to wait until the urge for a hot cup of coffee suddenly caught her. "Tuvok," she announced as she rose and headed for her ready room, "you have the bridge."

"Yes, Captain," the Vulcan responded.

The door swished open to near darkness. *What the...* she thought an instant before she walked in. "Lights full illumination."

Everything looked ok and she stepped inside. As soon as her doors had closed behind her though, she made eye contact with the other person standing as quiet as a mouse in her room. He was also as naked as a newborn.

Her legs locked into place as her jaw neared the carpeted floor. "Commander! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY READY ROOM NAKED?!" Janeway gasped once her brain could work again.

"Am I mistaken or isn't today your Birthday??" Chakotay replied, as he stood slightly off within the room. No one standing on the bridge would ever have seen him and Kathryn was glad her loud exclaimation had not been overheard.

"My God Kathryn, you act as if you've never seen a naked man before!" he continued.

"NEVER BEFORE IN MY READY ROOM," she realized her voice was nearly a shriek and managed a few deep breaths. Now that she could think once more, she visually took in the marvels of this man. Oh, he was complete in his glory. Proud and so sexy and -- oh baby was he delicious. For some odd reason, a song called "Brown Sugar" suddenly popped into her mind. Strong thick shoulders down towards his nicely shaped abs and all the way down to his...

Kathryn's insides melted and suddenly there was no denying what she had wanted from the first minute they had met. Her bashfulness disappeared as she continued to stare at him. His beaming erection proudly stood its ground in her direction.

"Since you are so kind to remind me it is my Birthday," she purred and winked saucily, walking into his personal space, "I'll make the exception with you..."

Chakotay blushed heavenly as Janeway walked ever so close to his naked form. When she was but mere inches, breathing in his air, his body reacted as any red blooded male would. Perhaps being in his own Birthday suit, in HER ready room, before this salivating woman wasn't a good idea. He was so aroused that his heartbeat resounded against that one very attentive spot.

Before he could so much as think, that beautiful pale hand touched him and nothing existed within the universe but that feeling and the woman producing it on his skin.

Both their hands helped make the Captain as naked as a blue jay too.

They stood but barely seven inches apart and yet his constantly pulsating member was poking Kathryn right on the spot above her bellybutton. Her hand once more crept up and grasped him, feeling the tiny drops of arousal leak into the palm of her hand. Their eyes locked and Chakotay leaned down and planted the most soul-burning kiss, which seemed to come up all the way from the soles of his feet.

She tasted of coffee and at that moment there was nothing more arousing that it. Both his hands came to claim her face.

Knowing it was probably too soon but he would burst if he could not tell her he breathed in deep and said, "I love you."

This time there was no way her knees would hold her and she slumped against his chest, her ear coming to rest exactly where his heart beat frantically.

"Oh Chakotay," she began, "perhaps I have been very hard on both of us about not wanting any problems with Starfleet and such, but I cannot deny what I also feel."

She turned her gaze to his and smiled while tears clouded her vision, "I love you. From that first moment you stood before me. I won't lie to myself or my heart anymore."

As if the words themselves had unleashed all their inhibitions they could not stand to be merely standing. He backed them onto the desk and lifted her on to it before settling between her thighs. "I hope you don't have any hurry, my Katie. Been looking forward to this for much too long." He then proceeded slowly kiss her all the way down to her calves.

The darker shade of his skin made such a contrast to hers that she couldn't help but smile. But that quickly faded as his mouth spread warm kisses through out the region of her of her left inner thigh. "Oh my!" she whimpered and opened herself more to his erotic invasion. One of her hands came off the desk and tangled into the short silver peppered hair, telling him with actions that where he was drove her mad. His tongue found her wet feminine spot and dipped in to find that nubbin which make her buck against his mouth.

She was loud in her moans and gasps, thank goodness he had thought ahead and soundproofed to the best of his abilities. Her sounds of pleasure made him harder and throb insistently to fill her, but he waited until she was nothing more than pudding. Over and again he ravished her, tasting and savoring until her fingers grabbed his head and pulled him back. All across his upper lip she could see the gleam of moisture that had come from her, before his tongue flashed out and wiped it clean.

"My turn." she said and pushed him slightly back from the desk before falling to her knees and placing her warm mouth and hands on him. Her light licks all over his length and occasional bite to the inner thigh soon had Chakotay begging her to never stop.

This man was water to this thirsty woman, there was no way she'd ever get her fill.

He grunted and begged her to let him be inside her. Finally, after endless moments she stood up and with his help once more sat atop her desk. Their lips met as he dipped into her all too moist spot and they swallowed each other's sounds.

So many years of waiting had made them insatiable. With a twist of her hips and his cooperation, they managed to switch around and she was astride him.

"Chakotay," she panted,"Did I ever tell you how horseback riding taught me one very good lesson?" Kathryn's bottom rotated mercilessly as she held him tightly with her inner muscles.

"W-what? Oh.." Chakotay's fingers dug into her thighs as she increased her motions, driving them both closer and closer to the brink of heaven. Her moisture seeped down and pooled down onto his crotch and when she came, his mouth covered hers to swallow all her cries.

Hours later, after using the desk; the floor; the wall and every other possible spot for a cushion, Janeway left her ready room with a glow that only a supernova would out shine and a suspicious bit of a stain in her uniform bottom.

When Tukov asked about it, she shrugged and said,"Um. Coffee spilled." And walked to her quarters with a dance in her step.

As for the Commander, he was not seen neither hair nor hide for a whole two days afterwards.