Delta of VoyagerPart 18

More silly sexual situations. Teens and up, please. C/7- - - -- -

Chakotay made his way back to his quarters managing to avoid any further contact with crew until he arrived at his door. Seven of Nine leaned against a bulkhead, wearing a sheer hot pink teddy draped with a diaphanous 'cover', which was trimmed with puffy feathers. Rose-patterned lace stockings covered her long legs and were clipped in place by satin straps attached to a garter. As if the cat suit wasn't disturbing enough on a regular basis.

"Seven? What are you wearing?" He searched frantically up and down the corridor, hoping not to be seen. "Get in here!" He opened his door and pulled her out of sight. Immediately he replicated a "women's robe, terry cloth." He looked at her. "Heavy…long."

"Ah, Commander, um, Chakotay, I wish to speak with you," she pouted. "Is this a bad time?"

Chakotay looked down at the deck and shook his head in disbelief. She had been waiting at his door. Dressed like an old style pin up girl from a men's historic calendar. It had been many years since a girl waited at his door. It reminded him of being a teenager.

"Well, it's not the best time," he told her. "I know we need to talk, Seven, just not this way."

"You seem to have been avoiding me."

"Well, that is not exactly true, or untrue. Many of us are avoiding each other. It will take time for us to come to terms with what has happened."

"It is…difficult for me."

"You are not alone in that."

"I feel alone."

"Shouldn't you be regenerating? It's 3:30!" he said, continuing to avert his eyes from her charms.

She tilted her lovely head. "I could ask you the same."

"Fair enough. But, I've slept quite a lot lately."

"I see," she raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Alone."

"That is, perhaps, to be expected," she stated in her matter-of-fact manner.

"Why do you say that?" he puzzled.

"I have…heard…things…about you."

"Please put this on and we can talk tomorrow." He offered her the terry robe, which she ignored.

"Don't you enjoy my attire?" she asked, thrusting her assets toward him, "I believe it is appropriate to initiate and stimulate a desirable mating behavior."

"Ah...a mating behavior?"

She moved toward him and he automatically retreated. He was getting a headache again. This was not at all right.

"First, it is not appropriate to wear such clothing in the corridor or any other public place."

"Then I should be disciplined," she said with all seriousness. "Or perhaps you would like me to wear black leather, like the Captain."

"Like the Captain? No, that would not work either." Was she that naïve or was she just playing him? "Second, there are…" How could he make her understand? "There are precedents before one just simply wears this type of garment."

"I believed that you and I had already performed the preliminaries. We have, as it is said, 'gone all the way'. I have been studying the ship's library in such matters. I understand that this clothing is enjoyed by the human male who relies a great deal upon visual stimulation."

"Yes, but…It requires that the person wearing it…"

"Have I done something to displease you? Perhaps I did not touch you in the correct manner when we made love." She reached toward him but he stepped out of range.

"No, it's not that…We were being compelled to do what we did!"

She threw her arms around him and tried to kiss him, but he peeled her away.

"Stop! Seven, this is just wrong!"

"Why won't you call me 'Annika', like you did before?"

She was hurt. He knew he was not handling this well at all. This was the price of avoidance. He should have sought her out to try to make her understand what had transpired between them. She was the most vulnerable of the all the crew. She was the least able to handle this very difficult occurrence.

"Seven…"

"Annika!" she insisted.

"Seven! I just don't want you to…"

"I don't understand!" She began to get emotional. "When we mated during the…time…I thought you and I had begun…"

"Seven, I'm truly sorry that you had that impression," he attempted. "I think you're a lovely person, it's just that…"

"Then, you simply do not like me."

"No, I like you just fine; I simply do not love you!" he blurted in frustration.

Tears bubbled up in her large eyes and her pouty lips began to tremble.

"I see. Then, as so many entries informed me of human male behavior, you were simply using me for your immediate gratification."

"Listen to me…"

"No!" she screamed, ripped off her sheer robe, and tossed it petulantly at his feet. "You are like all men! You are a pig!"

"Seven, what have you been reading?"

"Classic Twentieth Century Earth literature!"

"Seven! That's hardly…"

"It is considered the great work from the Golden Age of Playboy!"

"Depends who you ask," Chakotay said to the air as Seven tore from his quarters clad only in her tear-stained teddy, leaving the sheer robe in a heap on the floor. Chakotay stood in stunned silence, holding the terry robe.

"That went well." Q interjected.

Chakotay jumped then groaned emphatically. He allowed himself to melt down his wall to sit on the deck. He still clutched the newly minted terry robe as if it could steady him.

"You may want to work on your counseling technique."

"What do you want?" Chakotay asked blandly. "Haven't you had enough entertainment from us?"

"Never! Eternity is a long, long time, Chakotay. I take whatever I can get."

"She's an adolescent child in the body of…"

"Yes, I've noticed," Q said leeringly. "Too bad you're not really a pig. Then you wouldn't be here all alone. Again."

"I wish I were alone!" Chakotay grimaced at Q.

"Oh, thanks for noticing! Yes, here I am."

"Not a comfort."

"Well, it's the best I can do right now. Maybe I should slip into something more comfortable."

Chakotay glared at Q.

"Say, Computer?" Q smiled. "Where is the luscious Captain Janeway?"

"Don't!"

"Captain Janeway is on Holodeck One."

"Damn!" Chakotay exclaimed, but did not move.

"Well? Aren't you going?"

"What for?" Chakotay said bitterly, "What good would it do? It's her choice."

"You've certainly taken a few leaps of logic."

"She's not with…Tuvok?"

"You never know. She could be with anyone at this point! The Lucky Leprechaun. Cuddly Neelix. Even insatiable Tom and B'Elanna."

Chakotay began to rise for a split second and then thought better of it. He was tired of being manipulated by crazy, bored aliens, prudish Captains and Lolita-like Borg babes asking him "What is this Earth custom called kissing?"

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I've had enough of this. I'm going to bed."

"With whom?"

"No one! Again."

"Boring!"

"I hope so! Good night!"

"Nighty, night."

Q did not leave but instead he sat by Chakotay's bed, rested his chin in his hand and stared. It was unsettling, but Chakotay was exhausted and quickly drifted into a fitful sleep.

"She's on Lake Charles," Q said in his ear as he popped out again.

Chakotay bolted awake. Why couldn't the ship just encounter another nice, life-threatening anomaly instead of all this?

TBC….