A TIDY AFTERNOON

By Brianna Thomas

Rated R

Disclaimer: Paramount owns them, but I own this.
Summary: J/C(!) drabble. What can I say? I should be housecleaning.

His hands moved over her again, the silky feel of her skin hypnotic, mesmerizing. Like an addict, he hungered and craved for more. Chakotay flicked his wrist and sent the bedcovers flying. The S-curve of her body called him - shoulder, ribs, waist, hip, thigh. She opened her legs, disrupting the perfect shape, but presented him with a new view to admire. The thatch of auburn curls was neatly trimmed, tidy - like her. Kathryn's personal motto was, a place for everything and everything in its place. He rolled her on her back, and slid his cock into its rightful place.

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