Delta of Voyager
by AnitaLife aka Tiel
Feb 2008 revision
Written: September 2007
Star Trek: Voyager
Humor, Parody, M/M, F/F, J/C, J/7, C/Everybody, J/Everybody, Everybody/Everybody
Evolves into major J/C
Rated: M: Sexual situations, Adult themes, Light M/M Sorry, nothing "detailed". This is a comedy with J/C angst thrown in.
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Commander Chakotay gingerly dropped down upon his Indian blanket-draped chair when the door chimed. He rolled his eyes and sucked his breath in as he said "Come" to his visitor.
"Not yet, Mr. Chakotay sir!" chirped a familiar voice.
Chakotay put his hands to his aching temples. Oh no, not Neelix.
"But, I will be coming shortly!" Neelix quipped as he placed a tray of sensual looking comestibles down on the table.
It must be Tuesday. Tuesday again already. Chakotay shuddered.
"I must say," Neelix yapped oblivious of Chakotay's body language, "I certainly look forward to our sessions on Tuesday."
Neelix smiled even wider and with his chin close to his chest and a knowing waggle of his head he said, "You are quite the stud if I may say, sir, ah, honey!" Neelix coyly popped his shoulders up to his spots.
When would this end? When would the Doctor ever find a counter agent? Maybe never. Even the Doctor had been altered along with every other member of the crew. Judging from Chakotay's last encounter with The Doctor, the hologram was so enthusiastic a lover that Chakotay had difficulty walking for several days. Whatever happened to "Do No Harm"?
Neelix huffed a giggle as he sat on Chakotay's bed and patted the covers. "Shall we begin?"
Chakotay dragged himself from his chair and headed toward the inevitable. He really did have a throbbing headache and Janeway's lingerie was cutting into his thighs. But it did not matter; other parts of him were throbbing as well, unfortunately.
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tbc