Disclaimer: Paramount owns all that is star trek. I just thought I'd help them work off the frustration of dealing with TPTB.

Written: July 18, 1999 5:00 a.m.
Rating: NC-17
Code: J/C

Sex & Ice
By Saffron

Kathryn Janeway sat in her quarters staring at the PADD in her hand but wasn't able to focus on it.

The environmental systems had been off-line for 3 days and within 2 hours of the initial problem, Captain Janeway had been told by the Chief Engineer in no uncertain terms,that her help was not needed. A Klingon temper, in addition to the heat was not a pretty sight so Kathryn left the repairs in B'Elanna's capable hands.

She stood up and tossed the PADD on the table. Her jacket, discarded long ago, lay strewn across the back of the couch. Her pale blue tank top, damp with sweat, still felt like too much clothing, but at this point, her own skin felt like it was too much.

When the crisis started, Kathryn had ordered that as few resources be used as possible, so that meant no matter how wonderful a cool swim on the holodeck, a cool bath, or a cold shower would be, they were all out of the question.

She got a glass of ice water from the replicator and carried it into her bedroom.

She slowly swirled the water glass and watched the ice cubes spin. She took a sip and placed the glass on night stand and sat down on the edge of the bed. She was fully aware that her sweat glands weren't the only part of her working over time.

Kathryn picked up a piece of ice and held it to her neck and closed her eyes. She moved it slowly on the front of her neck, sighing as the melted water slid between her breasts. Her hand froze when she felt as though she were being watched. She opened her eyes and saw Chakotay standing over her. He had the most maddening way of entering their quarters without her noticing. He was wearing black pants and a sweat-drenched, tight fitting T-shirt, the same color as her shirt.

Kathryn was suddenly flustered. "I... didn't see you."

Chakotay didn't answer. They stared at each other as the ice cube melted in her hand.

Chakotay kneeled down and took that hand and pressed it to his cheek and closed his eyes as her fingers cooled his cheek.

It was Kathryn who initiated the kiss, pulling him toward her. This was not a time for tenderness. The heat had made the passion that they already had for each other intensify 100-fold. Starved for each other, their hungry kisses were accented by little nips with the teeth, not breaking the skin, but just enough to increase their desire. Kathryn's head rolled back as Chakotay's tongue traced her chin and moved down to the nape of her neck. His kisses sent mini-spasms of pleasure rippling through her body.

As his lips played homage to her neck, his hands were busy pulling her shirt up and sliding around her ribcage to the small of her back, pressing her to him. He felt her tugging on his shirt and stopped long enough for them to simultaneously remove each other shirts. He gave a lecherous smile at the sight of her topless.

As they lay back on the bed, Chakotay closed his mouth over one breast letting his tongue swirl around the nipple. Kathryn's breathing increased as she arched her back, and a low moan escaped her lips. Encouraged by this, he moved his other hand to cover the other breast, gently and rhythmically massaging it until its taut center was pressing into his palm.

Kathryn shivered as pleasure rippled through her. She opened her eyes and watched him as he gave her nipples his undivided attention. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. It was drenched with sweat which inexplicably increased her urgency. A whisper escaped her lips, "Chakotay..."

Chakotay knew exactly what she wanted. He closed his eyes as Kathryn closed her fingers around the length of his arousal, guiding him into her. As he filled her, they both held their breath, allowing the sensations to fill their minds. They began breathing only when he started to move.

Kathryn's climax built slowly. As the pinnacle permeated what felt like the nucleus of every cell, her body tensed as she cried out, "Oh God!....Yes!" Chakotay didn't stop moving until the smallest throaty whimper no longer resonated in her chest.

Chakotay lay still, as Kathryn's breathing returned to normal. Wherever her lips could reach, she planted little kisses, as if to say thank you.

Chakotay slowly withdrew and rolled over on his back, his body suddenly limp with the heat.

Kathryn suddenly shivered as a draft hit her, causing her to snuggle closer to Chakotay.

As they slipped into the a deep slumber, the only sound that could be heard was the slight tinkle of the ice, melting in the glass.

FINIS