She's panting and you try to tear your eyes away from her heaving chest, but you fail, miserably. In a low, gravelly tone she pants out an admonishing 'Seven' and you look up, a blush spreading at being caught. Her eyes are sparkling, a stark contrast to her tone, and she definitely saw that, but she doesn't seem to mind, and if that stokes the throbbing between your legs you try to ignore it.
You've been looking forward to this game all day, to your Captain, hair mussed and rosy cheeks, muscles taut from exertion and covered in sweat. You almost don't mind that you still haven't beat her. Almost. You steel yourself, try to channel the wild beating of frustration into your game, and your eyes harden as you go 'Next round?' and she smirks and instructs the Computer to continue the game.
She's entirely focused, as usual, and doesn't miss a beat in sending the disc flying toward you. It almost hits you unexpectedly, but you manage to twist your body just right, pushing your waist to the side with a thrust of your hips and you hit the disc back, hurtling through the room towards her. You notice a flicker in her eyes then, which are on your hips, and you barely catch the tongue darting out to lick moist lips, followed by teeth sinking into her lower lip, but it's there and Oh. She's not unaffected by you. The thought makes you giddy and confident at once, and you hatch a plan within seconds.
Your goal in mind spurs your focus, the potential reward keeping you from getting distracted. In a series of escalating close calls you subtly herd her towards the walls of the court, the rapid succession keeping her focused on the game until you can make your move. In the last effort to reach the disc she's hurtled towards you, you hit it, sending it flying across the room, stumble and come crashing against her, pinning her against the wall.
The air leaving her lungs turns into a quiet moan and now it's your turn to smirk, as you press yourself into her, your legs effectively straddling her hips. You're pretty sure she's pushing herself against you on purpose. She slowly opens her eyes and you don't believe you've seen anything more erotic than Captain Janeway's eyes, dilating with lust. She holds your stare, unashamed to show you how she feels and you're lost in the look she's giving you.
The open need you see there and her hand that lands on your hip to steady herself make your lips part with a small moan of yourself. She smiles then, chin tipped up and joy in her eyes and you feel yourself moving forward, slowly, and realize you're leaning in to touch those lips with yours.
Her smile turns wicked and for a second you're blinded by her, that is until you feel the harsh impact of a disc in your back that knocks the air out of you. It makes you stumble forward and she uses your momentum to slip out from under you, crooked smile firmly in place. 'Game Janeway' is announced by the computer, and as you mourn the loss of her, you throw her a dark glare. She just laughs, and you can't even be upset.