AN: This story is highly improbable but very fun to write. G

Chapter Two

Chakotay made his way down the long corridor, his brow furrowed as he looked down as his attire. This had to be one of the most interesting away missions that the crew had encountered in their journey. The dress code alone had put it at the top 10 of the most bizarre that any Starfleet crew had to don.

He smiled as he thought back on the meeting to debrief the staff and senior staffs reaction. Kathryn throughout it all had merely smiled and reminded them all of the more important matters at hand. The shortage of supplies being the key. What was a little embarrassment in light of what they would accomplish? It was a small price to pay the senior crew was more than willing to pay..

A few hours later saw Tom, B'Elanna, Kathryn and himself beaming down to the planet, only to be separated to prepare for the evening with their hosts.

Chakotay touched the soft velvet-like fabric of his robe, watching it shimmer in the light. He had tied it at the waist, with three knots to indicate his rank on Voyager as he had been briefed by Kathryn. His chest was left bare as no undershirt had been provided. He was grateful for all those hours in the holodeck boxing program for toning up his body. He had been relieved to see a pair of black drawstring pants, after finding only the robe to wear.

If this was what had been waiting for him and Tom, he could only imagine what the ladies of Voyager would encounter in their suite. He chuckled softly as he approached the large golden doors and opened them.

Striding in, he started to call out to Kathryn when from his flank, a body pounced on him. Arms wrapped around him and a hand slapped over this mouth to still the half-spoken words. Chakotay's eyes widened as he felt lips brushing over the rim of his ear and a low growl escaped him.

"Shh…" Came the reply.

"Mmpf!" Chakotay tensed and prepared to level the person to the ground that had attacked him when IT happened. He stiffened as he felt something wet sliding down his ear. A trickle of drool… someone had drooled on his ear.

"Shh!" Tom hissed urgently, pulling aside his hand and never taking his eyes off the screen before them, forgetting that he still held Voyager's First Office pressed against him.

"Paris, let go if you value your life," Chakotay ordered menacingly through clenched teeth, as Tom remained plastered against his backside and showed no signs of moving in the near future. When he felt Tom pull away and let go, Chakotay frantically wiped his ear to try and remove the feel of Paris' lips. "You drooled on me, Paris. What's next you'll cop a feel next time I'm distracted on the Bridge?"

Tom rolled his eyes at him, "I can explain." He replied in a low whisper and pointed to a small hole in the screen. He motioned for Chakotay move forward until he could look into the small opening. "Look."

Eyes widened and Chakotay's jaw dropped open. A fire raced through him and he became flushed as every one of his dreams seemed to have come to life. A surge of desire hits him as he looks upon Kathryn's body. His deepest fantasy had failed to recreate the perfection that was Kathryn. The reality was a thousand times better than whatever his sleeping mind had put together. She was a vision, one that his eyes greedily devoured. Chakotay fought the urge to tear aside the thin screen and drag her into his arms where she belonged.

She was wrapped up in a confection of silk, cream and roses. Tiny satiny cups raised her breasts up to overflow from their delicate shells, tempting him with her milky flesh lightly dusted with freckles. Her rich auburn hair cascaded down her body in long, loose curls with roses placed within her locks to frame her heart shaped face. Her lips plump and reddened, as if she had just been kissed by an ardent lover.

Chakotay fought against the primitive surged within him that demanded that he be the one to cause this reaction. His eyes darkened at the thought of his lips meeting hers and claiming what was his… taking hold of what she had given to him in her silent declaration so long ago. His eyes caressed her face, tracing over each enhancement that had been placed upon her. His hands clenching to still the desire to follow each path.

Her cheeks brushed with a light dusting of bronze and her lashes curled and with tiny sparkling diamonds attached, accenting her beautiful blue eyes. A risqué mole had been placed on her jaw, just below her smiling lips. His eyes swept leisurely down her petite frame, hands clenching into tight fists as he sees the garters holding up stockings.

Chakotay breathed deeply, nostrils flaring at the pale skin that flashed between the curtain of lace garments and white, silk hose. His hands itched to caress her skin, traveling over her body and discovering were satin and lace finished and hot, silken flesh began. He stifled a groan as Kathryn bent forward, adjust B'Elanna's straps and teasing him unknowing with a glimpse of her barely there panties.

Chakotay didn't know how long he had stood there looking at the vision of Kathryn, her every movement slow and elegant as she primped and smoothed down the barely there clothing. Her brow furrowed as she looked down at the twisted garter, Chakotay bit back a curse as she pointed her leg and bent still over to adjust the strap. As if underneath a sheet of water, dimly he heard B'Elanna say something to Kathryn, only to have her burst into laughter, her tiny frame shaking with mirth, giving him an eyeful as her breasts gently bounced within its silken cups. Lust coursed over him as fantasy and reality blurred in his mind until it was only the two of them. His eyes darkened to almost the colour of obsidian and from within the dark depths, a fire lit. He had almost barged into room , if not for Tom grabbing hold of him and still his momentum.

Tom had gleefully been watching him to see his reaction to the Captain it was not until the sight of his Commanding Officer practically salivating over his robe as he watched the display before him that he stepped in, before the Chakotay let on to the two phaser happy females on the other side of the screen that someone was watching them as they dressed.

Tom nudged him but Chakotay remained transfixed on the sight before him until the realization came to him that Paris had been there a lot longer.

"How long?" Chakotay asked in a soft, deadly voice, turning the face Tom, his glare burning through the cocky pilot with its murderous intent.

Tom flushed under Chakotay's fiery stare and glanced to a single dot just above Chakotay's shoulder, anything to avoid the pair of eyes boring holes into him. He was not dealing with Voyager's easy going First Officer, this was the Maquis Captain and he had just been caught ogling the Captain's woman. Death by bludgeoning would have been quicker than the hell Chakotay was going to put him through once they got back to Voyager.

"I'll deal with you later," Chakotay growled, smirking at the frozen pilot before him. "Get out."

Without a background glance, Paris quickly made his way out the small room.

As if sensing his presence, hungrily he watched her arch her back, her small hands sliding down her satin clad body to rest on her back. She stretched back, thrusting her breasts up as if offering herself to him, her unknown lover in the dark.

"Chakotay…" A low throaty moan captured his attention and drew him back to Kathryn.

Chakotay rose from his crouched position upon hearing her words. He had waited almost six years for her to give in but now it was time prey to become the hunter.

Her plea had just sealed her fate.

He smiled wolfishly and his eyes gleamed with cunning. 'Ready or not, Kathryn,' Chakotay thought, watching her walk out of the room, laughing at whatever B'Elanna had said. 'Here I come.'

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The End