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Rated R
She looked at him, slumped in his chair on the bridge like a pile of dirty laundry. Her First Officer. Her friend. Her lover. Huh.
He yawned and scratched his overflowing belly. Since when had the bags underneath his eyes matched the paunch in his uniform?
They didn't even fuck much anymore. Three weeks, two days and about seven hours ago was the last time. For what it was worth. He wouldn't go down on her anymore. Rolled on, pumped away for a couple of minutes, rolled off and went to sleep. And snored. She had to elbow him in the ribs three times last night before he finally rolled over and shut up.
Last night she had climbed naked onto his lap. And what had he done? Asked her to move away, she was blocking the TV, oh, and whilst she was up, could she get him another beer.
Whatever happened to her Angry Warrior, her stallion who would make her scream with pleasure all night?
Well she was sick of it.
She strolled around the bridge considering. Harry? Nah, too innocent and lacking in imagination. Tuvok? Well Pon Farr must be soon, but it was a bit too brutal for her tastes. Tom… now there was a thought.
She glanced at Chakotay. He stared back at her with little interest and returned to his console.
She walked over to Tom and using her body to shield her movements, caressed his shoulder as she often did. Crouching down beside him she lightly scratched his groin. The twitch of response told her she wasn't mistaken.
Chakotay could go to hell.
Feedback? No, I don't expect it for this!. Shayenne
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