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 watches her pace in front of his desk, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she alternates between glaring at him and cursing under her breath. He leans back in his chair and smiles, thoroughly unimpressed by her attempts to intimidate him; he's a Starfleet captain, after all, and Starfleet captains aren't easily frightened - especially not by a petite Maquis rebel with a foul mouth and a large ego.

"You really have no choice," he says, grinning at the Klingon curses mumbled under her breath. "Your ship is gone and I'm your only option."

"My crew and I could find our own way home," she snaps, though she clearly recognizes the futility of that statement, if her changing expression is anything to go by. Chakotay shrugs a shoulder carelessly, shaking his head.

"You're free to try, though I suspect you won't sentence your crew to death just because you're stubborn."

If looks could kill, I'd be floating in a torpedo tube right now, he thinks. The Maquis captain is back to pacing and he can't help but admire the way her leather pants hug the curve of her ass just enough to be a breath shy of indecent. His eyes travel up to the tight white shirt, the leather vest, and the deep vee of the neckline that allows a delightful glimpse of cleavage. When he looks back at her face, he sees the sly smirk that tells him he's been caught looking.

"You're right, I won't do that to my crew," Janeway concedes. Tossing her braid over her shoulder, she stares at him intently and he's starting to squirm under her scrutiny when she huffs a laugh and finally sits in the chair he offered her an hour ago. "What do you propose?"

"I propose we meld two crews into one - a Starfleet crew," he says and he's pleased to see the shock on her face that indicates she wasn't expecting that. "You'll stay on as my first officer, of course, and we'll work together to bring our crew home."

She licks her lips and stares at him, one eyebrow lifting as she shifts in the chair and crosses one leg over the other. Chakotay can't help but watch in utter fascination as the tight leather of her pants pulls tighter and he's suddenly aware of the similar tightness of his own pants. Uh oh, he thinks. Focus, man.

"First officer on a Starfleet ship? What makes you think I won't mutiny and take your captaincy?" she asks. The way she says it, it's not so much a threat as a promise and he knows it.

"Because we'll have to trust each other," he replies and she laughs immediately.

"Trust? Please, you're Starfleet and I'm Maquis. What sort of trust can we build on that?"

"What will it take to prove I'm serious about this?" He regrets asking it the moment the words slip past his lips because suddenly she's got the most seductive grin he's ever seen.

"Now that you mention it, there is one way to prove your worthiness," she purrs, standing slowly. He shakes his head slightly, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"I have a fiancee back on Earth," he says, shaking his head again. The Maquis captain just laughs as she stands and runs her hands along her sides with a wicked grin.

"You want to prove to me that you're serious and that I can trust you? This is the only way. Show me your vulnerability and I'll give you my trust."

He knows this is a bad idea, that he'll probably regret building this relationship on such shaky methods, but he sees no other way to get her on his side so he shrugs and stands. Unzipping his uniform jacket and tossing it away, he cocks his head at her and grins.

"Don't just stand there, Maquis. We've got some trust to build."

He strips and watches her do the same, his eyes trailing over her curves with blatant appreciation. When he's down to his Starfleet-issued boxers, he pauses to admire how her lacy panties match the bra that's barely containing her breasts. She smiles knowingly at him and bites her lower lip as she runs her fingertips across the swell of her breasts. Chakotay manages to stifle his groan - it's a close call, though - and then squares his shoulders as he shucks his boxers off. He's not fully erect yet but he doesn't flinch under her scrutiny; he's been told he's rather well-endowed and he's confident with his size.

"Very nice," the Maquis captain says as she smoothly unclasps her bra and lets him have his first glimpse of their full roundness and the pink nipples that are hardening as he watches. So she's not as unaffected as she tries to seem, he thinks, though he's not sure why it matters so much to him. Her eyes meet his as she slips her panties off and he has to consciously remember how to breathe when he sees the moisture glistening on her hairless skin.

"Very nice yourself," he replies, reaching up to cup the weight of her breasts in his hands. She takes a shaky breath and steps closer, close enough that he can feel the heat of her body and smell the rich scent of her arousal. He lets his thumbs flick at her nipples as he looks up at her face; she's flushed and her lips are parted ever-so-slightly, making her look a little more innocent than he knows she really is.

"Oh for the love of-" Janeway finally snaps - as he suspected she would - and plants her hand on his chest to push him back down in his chair. He's out of breath by the time she straddles his legs and the first brush of his erection against her smooth skin makes him groan. She doesn't even pause as she leans over him and slides down onto him; he grips her hips tight and hisses out a breath.

"A little warning next time?!" he yelps. She just shakes her head and bats his hands away, pinning his wrists against the armrests of the chair as she starts to ride him.

"No warning for you, Starfleet," she whispers in his ear, her pace leisurely. He's slowly losing his mind; between the feeling of her wrapped around him and the thought of how delightfully naughty this whole situation is, he's not going to last. When he tells her as much, she moves faster against him.

"Don't fight it," she pants. "Let me feel you surrender to me, Starfleet."

He groans again and surges upwards, pushing into her as deeply as the angle allows. He feels himself harden and swell as the first electric currents of his orgasm rip through his body and he stiffens, pulsing his climax into her with a shuddering gasp. She's not far behind, her body spasming as she hits her peak a few seconds after his.

"That was . . . " he manages, trying to catch his breath. Kathryn laughs, burying her face in his neck as she shakes her head. Her lips trail softly over the skin of his neck and she laughs when she finally finds the word she wants to use.

"Intense?"

"Perfect," he replies, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her close. "I forgot how much fun it is to play Starfleet and Maquis when you're the Maquis rebel."