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Cold Feet
by Bronte
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"Spirits, Tom!" Chakotay shouted. "Get away!"
"What's wrong?" Tom replied. "You like to cuddle."
"You're right," Chakotay said, "but your feet are freezing!"
"Why don't you help me warm them?" Tom drawled.
"Tom...," Chakotay began, but was interrupted as the blonde straddled him.
"Make me hot," Tom whispered.
"My pleasure...," Chakotay replied, "just put some socks on!"
"Chakotay...." Tom whined.
"Gods!" Chakotay said testily as the pilot maneuvered his feet against the commander's thighs. "You're going to give me frostbite!"
Tom leaned in for a searing kiss. Pulling away, he asked, "Did you say something?"
"Frostbite is good... more please!"
The End