Killing Game Interlude

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of these characters, and am making absolutely no money off of this story. Sigh.

Author’s Note: I wrote this story about five or six years ago, hence the lack of explicit sex. It was combed through about three years ago and cleaned up, but I still haven’t…sexafied it. LOL. So if it’s liked I think I may turn out an NC-17 version.



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Janeway pulled her first officer into the first crew quarters they came upon. They’d managed to avoid contact with anyone, Hirogen or their own, since their departure from the Jefferies tube.

She took his helmet from him, tossing it to the floor along with her gun. He showered her neck with kisses as he pulled the pins from her hair.

Janeway grinned smugly to herself, she’d talked Captain whatever his name was, Miller, the persona in control of her first officer’s body, that it wouldn’t hurt to go out with a bang.

The minute woman struggled with her black shirt a moment, before he pulled away, helping her with it.

Janeway flushed, a bit embarrassed, but was already tugging at his pants when the shirt landed at her feet. She pulled him to her level by his dog tag, kissing him fiercely, but a grin crept over the commander’s lips and he found it difficult to maintain the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she slipped out of her pants. “Second thoughts?” She inquired, grasping the metal chain again after he’d reluctantly removed his jacket and shirt.

“Just a little more gung ho that I’d expected.”

The two stood silently a moment in their underwear, each looking the other over. Her crew depended on her and she was sneaking around having sex with her first officer...taking advantage of him no less. She didn’t care.

She placed her palms against his chest, feeling him, wanting to remember how he felt, toned, but not disgustingly so, and slick with sweat.

“What did you say your name was?” he asked feeling the silk and lace of her bra.

“Kathryn?”

She looked up at him, into his eyes. “Chakotay?”

“Pardon?” he raised an eyebrow.

“My name is Katrine, yes.” she said before kissing the Commander again.

Pressing herself against his soon to be bare body and the growing bulge in his regulation shorts. She was surprised they hadn’t been changed along with his uniform.

They were soon in one of the beds, presumably that of a crewman or ensign, because it was only half the size of her own.

She and the Commander were soon naked and rolling about in the sheets. He continued to insist he be on top, but Janeway wouldn’t have it. At least not at first.

Chakotay proved excellent in bed, hopefully it wasn’t his transceiver or whatever it was the Hirogen had removed their identities with.

Not long after they’d finished, not long after she’d climaxed she rolled from he bed, watching him a moment, his bare body save for the ball chain around his neck, before dressing herself. She grinned, folding up her bra and shoving it into his pocket before she tossed him his clothes.

That’ll confuse the hell out of Chakotay.

“Come on. We’ve got a war to win.” she grinned smugly as she quickly, sloppily, redid her hair.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up to you Kathryn.”

“Katrine,” she corrected, already halfway out the door. It took him a few minutes, and she waited, not wanting him and his 20th century persona to get lost.

They hurried to sickbay, he took the guard outside while she handled the computer.

That was some of the best sex she’d ever had, and she now knew what she was missing. And that she did in fact have a safety net.

The Commander was her net, even if not to the public.

And the best part of it, she chuckled smugly, oh the best part is that Chakotay will never know.


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