The BLTS Archive - In Tempo
by Cheile (CelticKira@hotmail.com)

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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.

Warnings: sex for the hell of it

References/spoilers: small reference to fifth season's
"Night"

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)

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

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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.

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The End