Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, Voyager, Janeway, Chakotay or the towel. I just own the idea of making Janeway leave her quarters a little more swiftly... ;)

Author's Note:
This fic is nothing more than a bi-product of 'In His Capable Hands'. The amount of times I have now watched 'Scientific Method' (and how it is still one of my favorite episodes) doesn't even bear thinking about, but I was surprised that no one else (to the best of my knowledge) has ever done a 'what if' fic based on that moment during the opening credits. I was shocked at how much potential those few seconds actually hold...
I've never really done a PWP before, or even a turbolift fic, so I thought it was about time. 'A Night on New Earth' doesn't count, even though that was supposed to be pure smut. As usual, it got away from me slightly, and is now STILL waiting to be completed. This fic is another plot bunny that out grew its original confines, but I blame my muse both for that and the *cough* explicit nature of this fic, but she assures me that it's just a temporary thing and she'll do her best to work on my hurt/comfort stuff next...

Thank yous: to my beta. She is a star.I would be lost without you, darling, and I feel awful for subjecting you to this. I really do. I hope I've made it up to you by discounting my earlier statement. I figured that if it doesn't make sense, at least you'll get a kick out of the title.

Anyway, on with the smut! Kids, go read something else, or hide this so well in your internet history that your parents won't find it. ;)

Enjoy. ;)

"Captain!" The Doctor looked on askance as Janeway slid from the massage table and headed for the exit to her quarters.

She didn't even stop as she responded curtly, "I know what you're going to say, Doctor, but I can't neglect my responsibilities."

His jaw grew slack at the idea of what he was going to be held responsible for if he didn't say something. "Actually-" he began, but it was already too late. Janeway had rounded the corner to a corridor that would hold at least three other crew members. "… I was going to suggest a change of outfit," he murmured to himself. Well, I tried to warn her…

Janeway was exhausted. She hadn't slept in days, and she knew that she was being far more irritable with her crew because of it. I just have to get through this time on the bridge without too many problems, she told herself, straightening her back subconsciously as the turbolift doors opened and she strode out with her head held high.

The only person who turned to look at her as the doors slid open was Chakotay. And, oh boy did he look.

"Captain on the bridge." Janeway passed the tactical station, heading straight for where the ship's first officer stood, his jaw slack and lips slightly parted in surprise. However, Tuvok's emotionless announcement had drawn even more attention to the captain's attire...or lack thereof. Normally, the other members of the bridge crew would glance at Janeway to acknowledge her presence, but what was normally a passing glance turned into a wide-eyed stare for most of them. Especially those at Ops and the helm.

The lower-ranking officers on the bridge shuffled nervously, suddenly enraptured by their assignments as they desperately avoided the urge to look at the captain to verify the state of undress in which she had just walked onto the bridge. But Harry, Tom and Chakotay were different stories altogether. Harry was blushing fiercely, suddenly seeming unsure of where to direct his eyes. He could either look at Janeway, something that he did not want to be caught doing, or he could look at the reflective surface of his console, see his own embarrassment, and have to fight the urge to hide behind his station. Tom tried not to grin widely as he watched his captain – the prim, straight-laced, Kathryn Janeway no less – walk barefooted down the steps below Tuvok's work station.

However, Chakotay's issues were far more basic. His breathing became uneven and his hands itched to pick up where he knew the Doctor's had left off- she'd been scheduling massage appointments increasingly over the past few months, and Chakotay had always wished that he could be the one to help her relieve some tension rather than the Doctor. Damn it, he'd been having a hard enough time trying not to think about her in her quarters receiving a massage from the hologram, but seeing her in front of him right now made it far harder than before. Poor choice of words, he thought to himself as his eyes raked approvingly up and down Janeway's figure. A figure that was currently obscured by the long towel she had wrapped around her torso.

She was still stunning. Only you, Kathryn, could make a large, plain, white bath towel mouth-watering. He couldn't recall a time when he had been so jealous of a single piece of fabric. Yes you can. But you had company then, too. Damn monkey. That one thought worsened his predicament even further as his mind was drawn back to memories of New Earth, specifically ones that involved Kathryn's glistening wet skin in the moonlight and a towel far less substantial than the one she was currently covered with.

Well, mostly covered. Chakotay's gaze wandered to her dainty collar bones as she approached him. He fought the urge to run his tongue along the lines of the elegant protrusions that jutted slightly from her upper chest, offsetting her slender neck and the delicate convex curve of her shoulders. But those particular curves were not the only ones he was admiring. Her hips brushed against the heavy material of the towel as she strutted towards him, and coupled with the knowledge he already possessed about her body which he had patiently acquired over time, he knew that her slim waist was just as gorgeous as her shoulders, but only half as enticing as her hips. How often had he followed her in the midst of a conversation held in Voyager's corridors, only to have all of his attention captured by the subtle sway of her pelvis as she sauntered in front of him, her perfectly rounded ass moving ever-so-slightly from side to side?

He noted that the distance between her hips and the floor was further than he would have guessed. Yes, he had admired her cleavage and behind on various occasions, but now his thoughts moved to her legs. He had known the Starfleet uniform to enhance a woman's legs, but Kathryn's were in fact longer than he'd imagined. Beautiful. Her right leg moved against the towel, giving him a clear outline from ankle to hip. Her strong thigh, small kneecap, lean calf, and dainty ankle captivated him, and he swallowed before looking up again. Big mistake, old man. The smooth skin of her décolletage was enchanting as he glanced at it, scared to look any longer for fear she might catch him. A strand of loose hair slinked its way down to rest in the hollow of her neck, curving down from behind her ear and over her pulse point. He suppressed a moan as a yearning to tuck that strand back into place rose within him. To tuck it behind her ear and follow the path it had mapped with my lips, nipping at her neck, running my tongue over her thudding pulse, sucking on her earlobe as I run my hands up her sides…

"Commander, you said you had discovered what was emitting the anomalous energy readings?"

… to cup her creamy breasts. Oh Kathryn… how in the world can you not know how I feel about you? Spirits, why must you torment me like this? You can't seriously expect any of us to treat you as we would when you're in your uniform when you're not wearing a scrap of clothing? He knew she wasn't wearing panties, or any other form of underwear as she held the towel to her body. The line from her waist to her ankle as she walked across the bridge had been continuous, uninterrupted by a panty line, and the tight peaks of her nipples in the cool of the ship's environmental systems told him that the towel might not as substantial as he had originally thought-

"Commander, you have something for me?" A painfully straining erection and about over three years of built-up lust, Captain, yes. I also have a stubborn commanding officer who, unfortunately, does not return my feelings or realize how much I love her. Wait, what is she talking about? Oh yes, the readings... pull yourself together, man, before she begins to wonder why Tom's shoulders are shaking.

Tom's lips were pressed together tightly in an effort to keep his laughter under control. He had spun his chair back around to face the helm controls, desperately trying not to think of the betting pool that was still being run over the exact nature and depth of the relationship of his two most senior officers. The bets had begun to slow down again during the year-and-a-half since New Earth, but he had a feeling that they would soon pick up again after today's little… display. Go with 'display', Tom. It wouldn't do for you to think about Kathryn Janeway like that any more than you already do and you won't end up in the same 'position' as Chakotay. Damn, who knew that man was so well hung? I thought Seska had been exaggerating about his 'talents.'

Chakotay coughed and turned towards the main viewer. "Err.. yes, Captain." Quick, get her to focus on something other than you and she won't notice that your little angry warrior is currently standing at attention. "Binary pulsars," he explained, deciding to keep this briefing as, well, brief as possible, for everyone's sake. "The gravitational forces between them are so intense that everything within 50,000,000 kilometers is being pulled in."

"Don't worry, we're well out of range." Tom was struggling to keep himself under control. He still couldn't believe how professional Janeway was being. Had she not noticed Chakotay's state of arousal? Is she blind? The only reason I've seen it is because I was facing him directly; his back is still turned to both Harry and Tuvok, and the junior staff are determined not to look anywhere but their consoles, but surely SHE has to have noticed the huge bulge! She's standing less than a meter away from it for God's sake!

"Gamma radiation levels are high, but as long as we're careful, I think we can collect some invaluable data."

Tom was still trying to bite back his comments on the matter, keeping them to himself for now, although he knew that B'Elanna would ask him about it all later once the rumors had filtered through the decks and reached Engineering. Yeah, Chakotay, something tells me that you've got something far more interesting on your mind than collecting data. Too bad she doesn't feel the same way.

Chakotay shifted his stance slightly, feeling highly uncomfortable and exposed, even if she wasn't. Of course Kathryn would be able to be commanding in a towel. The woman practically oozes power and authority when in uniform – and other outfits in which I've seen her in the past – why would being clad in a large towel without underwear be an exception? He was reminded of an asymmetrical skirt she had worn a little over a year ago to bring down the oppressive Mokra Order. That had been the most of her shapely right leg he'd ever seen – until now.

Chakotay breathed out slowly, collecting his thoughts as he stole a glance at the captain, determined not to look anywhere but her face, which was lower down than usual. She was surprisingly short, even more so than he had imagined, and the top of her head barely reached his chin. As his gaze swept across her face, he noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tight line of her lips. She was far more stressed than usual, and her stiff stance told him that the Doctor's efforts hadn't been effective at relieving the stress she was under. Maybe she would let me help her out with that. His cock twitched eagerly at the idea. But he knew that nothing would happen between them until she was ready. And he was far too much of a gentleman to act on his own impulses. Well, parts of me are, at least.

"Captain, am I boring you?" You're certainly not boring me, Kathryn, far from it, but I wish that we were a little more secluded… maybe back on New Earth. I would have phasered that damned monkey there and then if I had known that would be the closest I'd ever be to touching you. If I had known that then, I wouldn't have been close to giving in to my desire for you, Kathryn. I would have given in, no 'close' about it.

Now she turned to him, glancing down to avoid his gaze, but was suddenly faced with far more than she had expected. She felt the stirrings of arousal in her belly and between her legs almost instantly, making her forget what she was going to say next. "I-" Whew, Chakotay… DANG! I should have jumped you on New Earth. Hell, I should have jumped you the first moment we were alone after you'd decided to stay on Voyagerand dispense with the mutiny! If I had, I don't think I would have needed to rely merely on steamy fantasies of you to warm my cold bed at night. Oh no, I would have had the genuine article beneath my sheets, protocol and Starfleet be damned! Something tells me that my imagination is getting a little rusty if I was that far off on your, um, 'measurements'!

"I'm sorry." For making you wait, I swear, the second I get off this bridge I'm not going to make you wait another moment for me to come to my senses. I've finally come to them, and, trust me Chakotay when I say that I'm not going to push you away again. You're far too impressive a package for me to do that to again. "I guess I'm a little too tired to focus on stellar phenomena right now." Or rather, too distracted by my own arousal! Quick, woman! Palm this pulsars thing off on somebody else so you can get Chakotay to yourself! "Harry."

The young man jumped to attention, his earlier embarrassment gone as he replied, "Yes, Captain?"

"I'm going to leave this project with you; I believe that you are more than capable of taking care of it. And Tuvok, you have the bridge."

Chakotay was about to ask her about her orders when the decision of whether or not to speak was made for him. By her and his pulsing hard-on.

"The commander and I need to discuss the duty rosters for next quarter."

He almost stayed rooted to the spot, but followed her as she left the bridge and entered the turbolift. Thankfully, she made sure that she walked closely enough to Chakotay to hide his predicament, but not so close as to give anything away. Give anything away?! You're on the bridge, in your towel no less, something you didn't even notice until you stepped walked past Tactical, and you're afraid of giving something away? Oh, I dread to think what'll come of this. At least I wasn't faced with a first contact situation. THAT could have been mightily uncomfortable. She envisioned them both in their command chairs, both painfully aroused as they tried to communicate with a new species, and nearly shuddered at the thought.

Chakotay tried – almost successfully at that – to keep his gaze fixed on the space just in front of Kathryn. But the sight of the silky smooth skin on her back was too much of a distraction for him. They entered the turbolift and moved to stand on opposite sides of it, facing each other. Chakotay took in the sight of her again as the doors began to slide shut, her knuckles white from holding the towel so tightly, her small fist in between her breasts, breathing slightly labored as the bridge was obscured from view by the two metallic panels of the turbolift. Chakotay's eyes rose to meet hers, and he was shocked by the intense desire that burned within them. Unbridled lust and passion smoldered in their smoky depths.

The instant the lift doors met, so did their lips.

Both of them knew that this wasn't going to be gentle, that slow and tender lovemaking was going to have to wait until their immediate needs had been satisfied. Their mouths met, Chakotay's head bent so he could reach her. She moaned, nibbling and sucking on Chakotay's lower lip. He felt her bite down firmly and gasped. Kathryn took advantage of his parted lips to sneak her tongue past them to seek his out, stroking it gently with her own until he groaned and pulled her purposefully against him. One of his strong hands tangled in her hair, the other spread out over her lower back, just brushing the swell of her buttocks. The kiss was over far too quickly, but they had little time, and therefore even less of it to spare.

Kathryn pulled away from him, eliciting a disappointed groan as his lips mourned the loss of hers. "Computer, halt turbolift!" she ordered huskily, knowing that she would have approximately four minutes before Engineering asked questions about the unscheduled stop.

Taking in the sight of Chakotay's heavy-lidded eyes, panting as he held her to him, she knew that his need at that moment was far greater than her own. At any other time, there was a chance that he might protest, argue that he wanted to make love to her properly, thoroughly...not fuck her into oblivion in the turbolift. Screw that, she thought as he ground his thick cock into her belly.

Chakotay pulled the towel away from her, letting it drop to the floor. He ran his hands over her skin urgently, the need to commit as much of this overwhelming sensation to memory as was possible. Kathryn's breasts, sensitive with arousal, were pressed into the rough fabric of his uniform, the friction shooting arrows of arousal directly between her legs and she felt the slickness culminate further between her swollen labia. His teeth found her earlobe and he scraped them over it, making her cry out in surprise and arch against him. No, Kathryn. This will be for him. He needs this more than you do, he's been waiting for longer.

She pushed him against the side of the turbolift and reached for the clasp on his uniform pants with shaking hands. He felt her free his erection and begin stroking teasingly. Chakotay growled and sought out her mouth again, but was disappointed when she ducked away from him. However, his disappointment was short-lived as he saw her sink to her knees in front of him and watched the tongue that had sought out his so strategically run its way over the sensitive tip of his throbbing cock. Chakotay swallowed and shuddered with delight as she moved her hand down to its base and squeezed gently. Kathryn grinned as he groaned loudly in response. She applied more pressure and he moaned again. She reached up with her free hand, cupping his balls tenderly as she brought her lips down and licked his tip again as she clasped his base for a third time. He inhaled sharply, riveted to the sight of her as she took him into her mouth and gradually moved up and down the shaft.

Chakotay was mesmerized by the sight below him: a naked Kathryn Janeway was kneeling in front of him in a halted turbolift, sucking on him like there was no tomorrow. His legs grew weak at the thought of it, never mind the sight. He leaned back against the wall to support himself, his stance unsteady with the pleasure that washed over him. Never in his wildest fantasies had he ever believed it possible for this to become reality. Not once. Yet here she was, ramming his erection down her throat as if her life depended on it. His certainly did. He reached down, pulling her now-loose ponytail out of the way so he could see her more clearly, watch as her hand moved up and down his shaft, twisting as it reached the base and squeezing gently as she brought it up to the head. It occurred to him that she had never been more in control of him than she was right now, but he didn't care. He was determined to return the favor at the earliest opportunity he got.

Kathryn circled his tip with her tongue as she moved, tightening her lips around his cock as she relaxed her throat, making Chakotay groan deeply and fist his hands in her hair as she sucked, gradually taking him further and further into her mouth.

His moans grew in volume, his face contorted with the desperate need for release, and he thrust deep into her mouth, burying his hands in her hair. Kathryn suppressed the urge to grin, and began to move the palm of her other hand in circles, carefully caressing his testicles. She continued her up-and-down motion on his swollen member, burning hot as he came closer and closer to the edge. Picking up the pace, she moved both her hands in tandem with her tongue and lips, humming against him as she moved her head down and sucking hard as she pulled back.

Chakotay's frantic sounds of pleasure increased, urging her on until Kathryn could taste salty pre-cum on her tongue. She swallowed, but did not surrender her hold on him. His hips began to jerk uncontrollably and she stopped moving, pushing the whole of him in, his tip reaching down her throat and swallowed, the contracting of her gullet around the sensitive helmet of his cock making him buck against her.

Feeling his balls contract, Kathryn lightly ran her teeth gently along the bottom of his shaft, making him bellow her name as he came, spurting his hot seed down her throat again and again. Kathryn continued to swallow, taking all he had to give her, relishing the way he burst, covering her tongue in his essence. Once his movements slowed she peered up at him, his face red from exertion, eyes closed as he muttered incoherent words of love and adoration into the air of the small metal capsule.

You've still got it, Kathryn, she thought, admiring the fruits of her labor smugly. She had always liked the power that came with mastering that particular talent, but she knew that she had never enjoyed doing it as much as she had just then.

A moment later, Chakotay surprised her by lifting her up off the floor and pressing his lips to hers, but with the initial urgency abated slightly, startled, Kathryn almost pulled back: in her experience men never wanted to kiss after being sucked off. Even if they weren't repulsed by it, having them seek out the taste of their own seed eagerly was a new experience, but one that fueled the heat between her naked thighs even more as Chakotay reached down and pressed his hand against her mound. But she pushed him away from her, pulling his hand out from between her legs as he began to stroke her.

"Kathryn?" his confusion was evident as he panted her name. Did she not want this? Was this something that she didn't enjoy having done to her? Or had she changed her mind?

She licked her lips, slightly swollen from their forceful kisses. "Not here. No time," she gasped, reeling from the welcome touch of his fingers.

Chakotay nodded, understanding what she meant. He tucked himself back into his uniform pants as she stooped to retrieve the towel. "Computer, resume turbolift."

Kathryn fastened the towel around herself again and stared up at him. Her breath caught as she saw the undiluted emotion written clearly across his face. But there was something else there, a sense of knowing, the sharing of a secret that only the two of them were aware of.

She could almost hear the words as the thought passed through his head, they were so intently communicated through his eyes.

You're mine, Kathryn Janeway, heart and soul, and I intend to keep it that way.

And she would let him.

The lift started to slow before coming to a halt. Just enough time for one last question.

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours is closer, Kathryn."

Yes it is, Chakotay, and it has a bigger bed…

Part 2 anyone?

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