Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the campsite, though I certainly wish I did.

Author's Note: Thank you for the kind reviews; I appreciate you taking the time to read the ridiculousness my muse insists on. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are, as always, my own.

He's gathering the padds strewn across his desk when he hears a noise in the hallway. The last cadet left an hour ago and he knows he's the last professor left in the building so his attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps coming closer. Pausing for a moment, he listens and then grins, recognizing those particular footsteps with ease. Leaning his hip against his desk, he shakes his head when Kathryn comes around the corner.

"Did you get lost, Admiral?" he teases, crossing his arms over his chest. Kathryn stops in the doorway and smirks, tilting her head slightly.

"I heard there's a handsome new Academy professor who needs broken in and, as the admiral responsible for handling Academy personnel, I thought I'd come see what I could do," she says slyly, licking her lips as her eyes trail up and down his body with blatant appreciation. Chakotay isn't used to seeing her so playful in public but he'll be damned if he's going to complain. Holding his arms out, he quirks a grin and shrugs.

"I hear this new professor needs a firm hand when it comes to discipline," he replies, gratified to see the blush that spreading up Kathryn's neck. When she steps into the office and shuts the door, he realizes that she's feeling a little more adventurous than usual. He watches the way she eyes him, how she starts to unclasp her overcoat, and he swallows hard. It takes an ungodly amount of control to stay leaning against the desk in a nonchalant manner but he knows it's what she wants when she looks up at him and grins crookedly.

"I'm pretty good at discipline," she purrs, her voice low and smooth. "The question is, are you up to being disciplined?"

"It's safe to say I'm up," he replies evenly, reaching back to rest his hands on his desk. The look in Kathryn's eyes is positively predatory now and Chakotay can't wait to see what exactly she has in mind. It takes his mind a few seconds to realize what he's seeing, though; Kathryn's dropped her coat and she's wearing the most deliciously skimpy lingerie he's ever seen on her. His hand comes up without a conscious thought on his part but she slaps it away, shaking her head.

"No touching, Professor."

He clenches his hands into fists at his side, his tongue coming out to wet his lower lip. She's a vision of seduction with tousled hair and two tiny pieces of black lace covering very little of her porcelain skin; the demicups of her bra strain to contain her breasts and the scrap of black lace between her legs does nothing to hide the fact that's she's completely hairless. He watches, through a hazy fog of heady arousal, as her hands slide up her sides and trace the swells of her breasts; she's teasing him unmercifully and it's driving him crazy. He can feel himself hardening at just the sight of her and the groan that's ripped from his throat when she traces the outline of her nipples is deep and tortured.

"Poor thing. What's wrong?" she asks and he knows she's very aware of his condition, which is evident in the tenting of his uniform slacks. Her hips sway seductively as she saunters toward him, biting at her lip while trying to appear innocent. "Is there something you need, Professor?"

So that's how she wants to play this, how she wants him to respond. Clutching at the desk behind him to keep him steady and in place, Chakotay tilts his head a little and grins at her.

"What's wrong? You won't let me touch you, Admiral, that's what's wrong," he sighs, licking his lips again as his eyes travel the length of her body. She smiles sweetly, looking down at herself before looking back up and lifting an eyebrow.

"Do you like what you see, Professor?"

"You know I do, Admiral." He's painfully hard now and realizes that it won't take much more to send him toppling over the edge. His control is pushed to the limit a second later when Kathryn flicks the front closure on her bra and tosses it to the side, followed closely by her underwear. Chakotay groans again, his hands tightening on the edge of the desk. She seems to take pity on him, though, as she steps up next to him and starts undoing the clasps of his uniform.

"You've been such a good boy and I thought you deserved a little treat," she says, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Her hands slide under his turtleneck as she stretches up to kiss him and it's the feeling of her warm hands on his skin that snaps what little control he has left. His hands come up from the desk to wrap around her waist, while his tongue slips between her lips to tangle with hers. They kiss long and hard for as long as he can handle before he pulls back and grins at her.

"I hope you're done teasing me, Admiral," he says and he's rewarded with a flush of arousal spreading up her neck. Her fingers make quick work of his tanktop and uniform slacks, and they join her underwear, tossed aside. He watches through heavily lidded eyes as she sinks to her knees in front of him, delicate fingers tracing his erection through his boxers. At the first touch of her tongue, he hisses and tangles his fingers in her hair.

"Let's just get these out of the way," she whispers, mostly to herself, as she tugs his boxers down. His breath catches in his throat as she takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching around him.

"Spirits," he breathes and his knees threaten to give out at the sight before him; Kathryn Janeway, on her knees, sliding her mouth up and down his erection with a practiced ease. The feeling is mindblowing but the sight is nearly orgasmic and he feels himself swelling. She pulls away as he hardens further, letting his erection slide from her mouth with a quiet 'pop', and he grabs her shoulders to haul her up. Slanting his lips over hers, he kisses her with a fervour she easily matches.

Pressed against each other, their bodies move as one when they turn to face his desk. He lifts her easily, settling her on her back before dropping light kisses down her body on his way down. Pausing to flick her nipple with his tongue, he revels in the sound of her gasp. He repeats the action on her other breast, then trails his tongue down the valley of her breasts and right to her navel; he teases her for a minute, letting his tongue trace circles on the quivering skin of her abdomen before moving on. When his tongue finds her clitoris with unerring accuracy, her back arches up off the desk and he has to use his hands on her thighs to keep her still.

He teases her with his mouth for a several seconds before trailing a finger down her thigh, teasing her with a light touch. Lifting his mouth, he looks up her body and smiles at the way her chest is heaving and her head is thrown back. He pauses his finger's journey and then presses it into her heat, his lips brushing against her thigh as she whimpers.

"Please," she whispers. "Please stop teasing."

"What do you want, Admiral?" His voice is muffled as he speaks against her skin, the vibrations making her whimper again. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you in me," she breathes, her hips undulating with increasing intensity when his tongue slides over her clitoris again as his finger starts to move. "Please, I need to feel you inside me."

With one final kiss to the wet heat in front of him, he stands straight, his hand leaving her thigh to grasp the base of his erection. He's hard - nearly painfully so - and he replaces his fingers with his penis when he leans down to kiss her. The initial push into her grasping heat is overwhelming and he has to stop to let the intensity pass before he embarrasses himself by coming immediately. Kathryn's fingers claw at his shoulders as she groans and arches beneath him, her face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. When he's sure he's not going to climax, he starts to move in her.

She meets his steady thrusts with unbridled enthusiasm and he groans as her hips move against his. His pace quickens when she starts to moan with each thrust and he finds the sound so erotic that his penis swells with his impending orgasm. He wants her to peak with him so he circles his finger around her clitoris in time with their movements; it only takes four strokes of his finger before she's coming hard, clenching around his penis with a silk-covered iron grip. Two more rugged thrusts and he's coming too, his seed spurting into her willing body as he shudders and grunts. His legs give out as the last tremors of his climax wrack his body and he slumps down onto her, breathing hard into her neck. He feels her arms wrap around his back as her laughter sounds in his ear.

"That was worth the anxiety of walking through the Academy grounds in nothing but lingerie and an overcoat," she says, sighing happily. He turns his head and kisses her before shifting his weight off her, standing with a quiet groan.

"That was definitely a surprise," he says, kissing her nose. "I love you, Kathryn."

"I love you too, Chakotay. Let's go home."