As usually thanks to my amazing beta TB.
A desperate times
By cassiana
Captain Janeway gritted her teeth, trying to say something to her First Officer about the jacket he wore for that casual dinner. Yellow. Why in the name of all gods did the Commander choose just that color and that cut? Kathryn shook her head. He was a great executive officer, smart, funny, charismatic and incredibly sexy in his uniform, but Chakotay had a horrible taste in clothes.
The man smiled, unaware of what came into her head and filled her glass of wine. Kathryn dedicated herself to her food and tried to pay attention to what he was saying: something about Engineering's shifts. But when she looked up and her eyes were struck again by that yellow obscenity she could no longer tolerate that sight. Almost without realizing it a tempting thought crossed her mind and Kathryn grinned: perhaps she found a way to remedy that horror!
"Voyager to Janeway! Kathryn, are you still with us?"
Chakotay asked, worried, but without a word she got up from her seat and, not taking her eyes off him, sat on his lap. She ran a finger along his neck, making him shiver, then kissed him passionately and fumbled with his shirt.
Chakotay was breathless, stunned, dazed, not sure why the woman he loved chose that moment to seduce him, but it was fine! His face broaded in his amazing smile and he replied to Kathryn's advances with all the enthusiasm as he could. Within minutes the caresses became more daring, the clothes were flung throughout the dining room and the two officers were engaged in a wild, messy coupling on the table.
And Chakotay never knew that was not for his appeal, his sensuality, his charisma that Kathryn decided to dismantle all barriers between them, but because of his awful taste in clothes!