Let's see what those silly bridge crew members have gotten up to...
Captain Janeway inhaled deeply. She detected a delicious scent; spicy, earthy, very sexy. As her senses returned, she became aware that she was pressed against the smooth skin of someone's bare neck, her leg trapped between theirs, their fingers entangled in her hair. Mmm, that felt nice. Janeway opened her eyes only to be burned by an outrageously harsh glare-not so nice. She tried again, blinking a few times as her eyes came into focus. The warmth she was snuggled up against now turned out to be Chakotay, whose plush lips were pressed against her forehead like an endless kiss. Since when was he shirtless? Not that she really minded, anyway. But wait…since when was she pants-less?!
That certainly captured Janeway's attention.
She sat bolt upright and then immediately regretted it as her head gave a painful throb and her vision swam. Once the world stopped spinning, Janeway realized she and her executive officer had taken their intimate repose in the middle of the bridge, leaving scratchy carpet marks on her bare skin. The three other bridge members were still there, thankfully unconscious. Suddenly remembering the severity of their previous dilemma, Janeway craned her neck to peer at the view screen to find only rocks and dust floating in the vacuum. That will become a beautiful nebula someday, Janeway thought to herself appreciatively. I wonder who will be here to witness it, and if they'll ever know how glad I am to be alive to see it forming. The poetic thoughts, however, were quickly driven away by another series of God-awful throbs in her head, and she reclined back onto Chakotay's outstretched arm again, groaning.
Chakotay's eyes fluttered open and he squinted at the light, which really was unbearable. Someone had to have messed with those settings as well, Janeway decided. "Kathryn?" he said weakly.
Janeway brought a hand up to cover her aching eyes. "Chakotay, did we…?"
Chakotay pondered this for a moment and then reassured her with a moaned "No." Now that he said it, Janeway started to remember what happened after she jammed the button that sent them spinning through oblivion-she had clung onto the console for dear life as the artificial gravity switched on and off (which did nothing for her nausea, to say the least), finally coming to rest in Chakotay's strong embrace…yes, she remembered now how hands and mouths moved frantically all over each other, how hungrily they had torn at each other's uniforms…and how hard she had struggled to stay conscious, a battle she ultimately lost soon after Chakotay's powerful body went limp in her arms.
"I remember," Janeway mumbled. She then began the tedious task of trying to make it to her feet. "Chakotay," she called wearily, trying not to further the massive headache she knew he must have (she certainly felt it). "We have to get up now."
Chakotay gave a weary sigh, but struggled to his feet by leaning on the helm nonetheless- bizarre alien intoxication disease or no, she was still the captain.
Janeway, in the meantime, was trying to make it to her chair, although without much luck. She wobbled so violently Chakotay grabbed her by the waist to keep her from falling right over, and Janeway responded automatically by placing slender hands on his bare shoulder and the arm that held her. Their gazes met, and behind the weariness of the dreadful symptoms, they could see ideas begin to form as to what last night really meant.
Suddenly, the turbolift doors swooshed open (entirely more loudly than necessary, Janeway winced). Tuvok, the EMH and Harry and Tom, both of whom were nursing some nasty bruises and cuts on their tired faces, spilled onto the bridge. "C'mon people, move!" B'Elanna demanded crankily as she pushed her way past them. "What's the holdu-oh," she said, spotting what everyone else was staring at. The astonished group-for even Tuvok raised an eyebrow-took in the sight of a shirtless Chakotay and a pants-less captain holding each other and exchanging a soulful glance. The command team started at the intrusion and turned to stare back at the group with equal mixes of humor, horror and misery on their faces. "Didn't you mention something about compromising positions last night?" Chakotay breathed.
In an instant, Janeway had broken away from Chakotay's supporting grip and began addressing the crew with as much authority she could muster having to half-whisper, hands on her hips. "Three things need to happen," Janeway proclaimed, wincing slightly. "One, the good doctor needs to tell me he's found a cure for this godforsaken affliction." The EMH raised a hypospray clutched in his hand. "Good. Two, I need all essential personal at their stations figuring out what the hell happened and reports on my desk in an hour, and three-" she cut the crew off as they started to move towards their respective conns, looking down and sighing at her embarrassingly lacy underwear. "-I really need some pants."
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