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In Tempo [NC-17, Janeway/Chakotay, one-shot]
the department of backstory: every pairing has its "cliches"--episodes, moments or mentions that ends up producing a shitload of fic and, in some cases, is an obligatory "challenge" to every author who writes for said pairing. in the smut vein, that always includes sex in daring places. and in the Trekverse, the turbolifts are always a prime spot for the action. especially on Voyager, where the convenient excuse of them breaking down one way or another is ever so handy.

this is admittedly one of my better NC-17 writings, at least to me. your opinion may vary.



Title: In Tempo
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Janeway/Chakotay
Warnings: sex for the hell of it
References/spoilers: small reference to fifth season's "Night"
Summary: It's just another routine day...til Kathryn and Chakotay get stuck in a stalled turbolift....
Legal B.S.: Star Trek Voyager is owned by Paramount. None of it's mine....except my wish that was never fulfilled...the Captain and Commander in a love affair. ;)



Author's note: All right, it's high time I fulfilled my obligation as a
"true" J/C fic writer. Ta-da--I wrote a lift story! *g*

Disclaimer: Paramount? Wha Paramount? Oh right. The moneybags in
LA. Well, whatever--the story's still mine. So don't sue me--this
isn't for profit. (And if you want to try to--a note to TPTB's
lawyer--I so dare you to read this in court)

Rating: NC-17. Children, STAY OUT. Got it?

Dedication: To Ghostie....just 'cause. :)

In Tempo
by Cheile


If it's not one thing, it's another, Kathryn Janeway thought
as she strode down Voyager's corridor toward the turbolift. They had
only recently regained Seven back from the Borg then they'd had to deal
with the Maelon again. To use B'Elanna's words: "When will the slimy
little creeps give up?"

"Indeed," she snorted under her breath as she slapped the call
button and waited, one foot tapping against the thin, somewhat worn,
steel blue-gray carpeting. A minute or so later, the lift doors opened
for her, revealing the other occupant of the lift to be her first
officer.

"Hello, Commander," she said, stepping into the lift. "Deck
one," she ordered the computer. The computer beeped an acknowledgement
and once the lift doors slid closed, began to ascend.

"Heading for the bridge, too?" Chakotay asked.

She spared him a little smile. "Now where else would I be
heading at this time of day, Chakotay?" she teased gently.

Before Chakotay could answer, the lift gave a sudden sickening
lurch and the lights abruptly went out. Kathryn was knocked off balance
and she stumbled into Chakotay. His arms went around her waist to
support her but before she could right herself, the lift lurched again,
then jerked to a halt. This second lurch caused Chakotay to step wrong
and he crashed to the floor of the lift, bringing Kathryn with him.

"Never fails," Kathryn grumbled as she managed to untangle
herself from Chakotay and get to her feet.

"Are you all right, Kathryn?" he asked, momentarily forgetting
rank.

Kathryn nodded. "Yes, I'm all right. How about you?"

"I'm fine." He, too, got to his feet. "What's happened?"

"Good question." Kathryn tapped her commbadge. "Janeway to
Engineering."

"Carey here, Captain. What can I do for you?"

"Commander Chakotay and I were headed to the bridge when the
turbolift came to a screeching halt. What's happening?"

"Checking...." There was a pause and some faint beeps in the
background before Carey grumbled to himself. "Looks like the main power
couplings have blown out. I'll have to send a team up to the tubes.
It'll be an hour or so."

"We're needed on the bridge. Can you beam us out?" Kathryn
asked.

"Sorry, we can't, Captain. The internal transporters are down
too. They went down ten minutes ago. I've got Vorik and Ashmore
already on it."

"Damn it!" she swore softly.

"I apologize in advance for the inconvenience," Carey said.
"We'll work as fast as we can."

Kathryn sighed in defeat. "Very well. If you can get us out of
here sooner, let me know."

"Aye, Captain. Carey out."

"Damn it," she cursed again into the darkness. When a soft
chuckle was her answer, she shot a glare in his general direction. "I
fail to find this situation amusing, Commander."

"Oh come on, Kathryn. We're stuck in a stalled turbolift in the
dark." The emergency lights blinked on dimly. "Okay," Chakotay
amended, "Practically in the dark."

Kathryn shook her head. "I have a hundred things to do. I do
not have time to be stuck in a stalled turbolift!"

He chuckled softly again. She threw another glare at him. "Now
what's so funny?"

"I think Q had a point--you're beautiful when you're angry," he
replied.

She tilted her head to one side and gave him one of those
half-smiles that he loved. "Why is that?"

"Because I said so," Chakotay quipped.

She shook her head, the smile growing slightly. "You win,
Commander. I'm too tired to argue." She leaned back against the
turbolift wall and unconsciously reached a hand up, rubbing the back of
her neck. "So, what should we talk about for the next hour?"

"You look like you'd rather have a massage. May I?"

She smiled. "Be my guest."

Chakotay crossed the two steps between them as Kathryn turned
her back and shed her jacket, fastening her commbadge to her tank top
instead. He placed his big hands on her shoulders and began to rub
gently, one hand moving to the base of her neck where the most tension
had gathered. Kathryn sighed in relief and rolled her head back.

"Better?" he asked after a couple minutes.

"Quite," she murmured, turning to look at him and was
momentarily startled at how close he was. For a long minute, they
stared at each other. Then Chakotay leaned forward, brushing her lips
with his. It was soft, tender. He started to draw back, but her hand
moved to the back of his head to keep him there. Taking the hint, he
deepened the kiss, his arms going 'round her waist. When they finally
broke apart for breath, she started to speak, but didn't get past a
breathless "Chakotay...." before he silenced her with a second kiss.
Before she realized it, he had shifted them so that her back was against
the wall and he had pushed her tank top up, his fingers snapped open the
front hook of her bra so that he could caress her breasts. He lightly
pinched each peak, causing her to moan aloud. Without breaking their
liplock, he toed off his boots and shrugged off his jacket. She grasped
at his shoulders, pulling at his turtleneck in a desperation to feel his
bare skin against her own.

He broke the kiss and she gasped in a long breath. "Chakotay--"

"Patience, Kathryn," he murmured, reaching down to tug off her
boots so that he could pull her slacks off. "We have time."

"And I don't--intend--to waste it! Now get out of that
uniform!"

"Aye, Captain," he answered with a grin. Quickly, he stripped
off his turtleneck and kicked off his slacks before slamming her against
the wall, knocking the breath from her. Before she could protest, his
mouth came down hard on hers again. She dug her nails into his
shoulders as an encouragement to go faster. He merely slowed his pace,
pressing his hips against hers so that she could feel how ready he was.
Meanwhile, his fingers were teasing her already sensitive breasts. Her
moan broke the silence in the darkened lift as he pulled his mouth from
hers and bent his head to nip at one tender peak. Kathryn struggled to
keep silent as he tortured her. She wanted to tell him not to stop, but
she knew if she even opened her mouth she'd start screaming in ecstasy.

Releasing her breast, Chakotay knelt down, dragging her panties
down at the same time, then nudged her thighs apart and buried his face
against her. Kathryn let out a choked cry and grabbed his hair as wave
after wave of pleasure swept through her. She was so incoherent that
she could barely keep her balance. A minute or so later, just when her
legs threatened to give out on her, he stopped and rose to his feet,
shedding his briefs. Once more, he pressed her against the wall. Not
yet merging his body with hers, but waiting, teasing.

"You want it, don't you, Kathryn?" he whispered huskily. A
violent shudder coursed through her at the seductive timbre in his
voice. He rubbed against her teasingly. "Tell me how much you want
it."

"Oh, Chakotay," she choked. "Please...."

"Please what, Kathryn?"

"Take me--take me now. I beg you," she moaned.

"As you wish, my beautiful Captain." And with that, he thrust
hard into her. Her scream of pleasure was silenced by his mouth
covering hers. She bucked her hips against his, but he slowed. Moaning
in protest, she hung on tightly as he moved inside her. Kathryn could
faintly feel the humming of the engines through the wall behind her.
Their heartbeats, their breathing, Chakotay's thrusting--almost seemed
to be one with the rhythm of Voyager.

That sense of one rhythm was soon shattered when Kathryn reached
the edge, her peak of ecstasy slamming down upon her and carrying
Chakotay with it. Her scream was muffled by his kiss as he exploded
inside her. She bucked against him several times as the heat continued
to sear her from within. Finally, she slumped against the wall.
Chakotay's lips moved to her throat, caressing lightly. Kathryn uttered
a soft moan.

"I love you," he said softly. He lowered her to her feet
carefully; holding her upright until her legs ceased their trembling.
Then he slowly separated himself from her, still keeping a hand on her
back. She sighed and leaned her head against his chest, listening to
the thundering of his heartbeat.

Slowly, reality returned and with it, total shock. She jerked
her head up to look at Chakotay. When their eyes met, she realized that
he had thought the exact same thing.

As one, they scrambled for their clothes and managed to get
half-dressed before the lift gave a slight lurch then started
ascending. Horrified that they would be caught, Kathryn struggled
harder with her tangled tank top and bra and it tore. Giving up and not
caring, she snatched up her uniform jacket and threw it on, fastening it
completely just as the lift stopped and the doors opened on deck three.
Chakotay was standing mostly in front of her when the doors opened,
giving her time to smooth her hair. Even so, when Chakotay calmly
stepped out, leaving Kathryn to follow, they got a double take from Joe
Carey and the engineering team.

Kathryn straightened her spine and assumed her "command
expression"; hoping that Carey and the engineers wouldn't notice that
her hair was mussed and the slight bulges under her jacket that were her
displaced tank top and bra. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Carry on." She
headed down the hall toward her quarters. She could hear Chakotay's
footsteps behind her. Her first thought was Why is he following me?
That will only make it look more obvious. Then common sense reared its
head. His quarters are three doors down from mine....he has to go
this direction.

When they had turned the bend in the corridor, he caught up with
her so that they were walking side by side. He leaned down. "Despite
the risks of being caught, you loved every second of that, didn't you?"
he whispered.

She stopped short and he continued on toward his quarters,
hiding a secret grin. He was sure she'd make him pay for that remark,
but he'd manage. After all, it was worth it.

"Commander."

He stopped and turned to look at her. He couldn't judge the
look on her face and for a second, wondered exactly what she was
thinking. Then a devilish gleam lit up her eyes. "You better believe
it."

Chakotay's eyes widened in shock. She merely smiled demurely,
then tapped in the access code for her door and walked inside without a
further word.

He shook his head as he walked into his own quarters. "Will I
ever understand that woman," he said to himself.


Legal B.S. applies. MINE!!! Heh....I been hanging out with Kadith too
much, can ya tell? ;)