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A/N: And here I sit, writing Star Trek fanfic in iambic meter. And ST-17™©, too. Disturbing. Written for the Turbolift division of the Bat'leth Wielding Furby's Voyager Fanfic Competition.
The captain rushed to stop the lift
Before the door closed in her face
It was the end of Alpha shift
She had to get to Sandrine's place
Where she and Tom had made a date.
A game of pool would make her grin
For Mister Paris soon would see
His captain was quite sure to win
His rations she would have for free
Her coffee budget guaranteed.
Chakotay leaned against the wall
And smiled to see his captain here
Her presence great though she was small
His heart sang out when she was near
Both dearest friend and silent love.
He loved the way her blue eyes gleamed
And knew that meant a scheme afoot
Her smile grew; she fairly beamed
Tom Paris in his place she'd put
Perhaps he'd tag along and see.
A thud, a thump, the lift did stop
Between two decks it was quite stuck
Onto the floor they both did flop
A wait was likely; darn the luck
The pilot's rations now were safe.
Chakotay caught his captain's eye,
"What shall we do to pass the time?"
She laughed at what he dared imply.
"There's Jefferies Tubes; we could just climb."
He smiled back and shook his head.
They sat and talked and time did pass.
The floor was hard; repairs not fast.
B'Elanna's team they did harass
But length of stay was not forecast.
"Perhaps we both should get some rest."
"You need a pillow, use my lap."
His offer made her smile grow
Cause truth be told, she craved a nap.
Her needs, it seemed, he'd always know.
How did she earn this dear sweet man?
She laid her head upon his thigh
And closed her eyes that sleep might come.
It didn't; she let out a sigh.
His nearness made her body thrum
But protocol made her lie still.
As time went by her mind was changed
Why let her heart be ruled by pips?
Their status could be rearranged
She lifted up to kiss his lips.
"Chakotay, please, I need you now."
His joy burst forth; her kiss returned.
He pulled her close and held her tight
As through his flesh desire burned.
Her tongue sought his to his delight
His love was finally his tonight.
Their clothing fell upon the floor
As hands and mouths sought naked skin
Between her legs he did explore
With fingers he did press within
She screamed and thrashed and begged for more.
She pushed him over on his back
Impaled herself upon his rod.
And reached behind to stroke his sac
She rose and fell; they both cried loud.
"My darling I am yours from now."
I know Grandpa Henley would say that pornography doesn't need to rhyme.
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