Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Paramount. Again since they are no longer using them I've decided to take our boys out of the 'closet' and let them play and be happy. Enjoy.
Summary: The girls decide to make a bet without their boyfriends knowing it and how it just may backfire on them both.
Note: I fully revised this story from its short form for the J/C Die contest and I hope you enjoy the major revision.
Rating: R for language and sex
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay, Torres/Paris, Chakotay/ Paris ?
Feedback: Please! Mysticmcknight@hotmail.com
"Pushing it!"
It was one of those rare moments when all was quiet in the Delta Quadrant, as Kathryn Janeway sat down with her Chief Engineer B'Elanna Torres in Sardines to share a drink and a bit of girl talk.
"Okay, as agreed, no shop talk," B'Elanna states as she sits across from Kathryn who is sipping on her Rhoads island Ice tea, as B'Elanna took a swig of her bloodwine. "For I don't know about you, but I've had enough shop talk to last me into next week," she grinned.
"Okay, no shop talk," Kathryn grinned. "So, how are things between you and Tom?"
B'Elanna gave a very content feline smile, "Couldn't be better," she chuckled with a bit of a giggle mixed in. "You and Chakotay? What has it been now…three weeks?"
"I know, I know, but as he said once before, I'm only human," Kathryn smirked. Then she leaned in and blushed, "and knowing what I know now…I'm kicking myself!"
"That good, eh?"
"Better!"
The two women giggle like teenagers at a malt shop. Then B'Elanna looks over Kathryn's shoulder, "Ooh, look who just walked in," she exclaimed in an excited whisper.
Kathryn turns and sees Greg Alaya and Geron Tem enter arm an arm, as the two moved over to the bar for a drink. "It's just Greg and Tem," she replies not seeing what B'Elanna does.
"I know that," she replies matter of fact, "But you have to admit, next to our guys, they are about the cutest runner ups," she smirked while attempting to drink her bloodwine.
Kathryn also smirks as another blush fills her cheeks. "Okay, I'll admit that, but only as a woman, not as a Captain. For as a Captain I'm to remain impartial to all…" she burst up laughing.
The two women enjoy their drinks some more, as B'Elanna starts to give Kathryn a blow by blow detail of what Greg and Tem are doing. "Now they're moving to the dance floor," she states in a state of drool.
Kathryn gives a weak grin, "B'El, why are you suddenly intrigued with what Greg and Tem are doing?"
B'Elanna looks at Kathryn as if she just grew another head, "look at them? I mean," she leans in closer, "Haven't you ever…fantasies about guys….you know…doing it…together?"
Kathryn sits back, a bit stunned and blushed, which is enough for B'Elanna to know she has. "Ah, see? Now, take a look over there," B'Elanna states still in a whisper.
Kathryn looks over her shoulder to the dark dance floor and sees Geron's body wrapped tightly in Greg's strong arms, moving seductively to the music. She swallows, feeling her own mouth beginning to drool, and suddenly has to turn and take a deep sip of her drink when she spotted Greg devour Geron's mouth in a deep sensuous kiss. She pants for air, "I don't think that kind of behavior is suppose to be going on…"
"Kathryn, since that 'is' who you are tonight. As your friend, let me put it to you this way. Don't you dare say a word to stop it! For that little 'show' has given me a trunk load of fantasy material," B'Elanna grins with a leer.
"But what about Tom?"
"What about Tom? He's in them too," B'Elanna replies with a hardy smirk. "In fact, some of my favorites don't have me in them at all," she grins, as her eyes scope out Kathryn's reaction. Seeing she's hit pay dirt once more, she continues, "So…tell me."
Kathryn orders another drink, "You first," she states.
"Chicken," B'Elanna taunts, as she gets another bloodwine.
"I'm the Captain of a Starship, I am not a chicken…I'm just…cautious."
"Chicken," B'Elanna laughs. "Okay, but remember you asked for it." B'Elanna leans in once again. "Okay, I'll give you the basis. I have this one fantasy where I walk into my cabin and I hear Tom is arguing with the Commander…"
"Chakotay?"
"Hey, you asked, now sssh! Were was I. Oh, yeah, for some reason they are in my bedroom arguing about…something. Then suddenly a shoving match breaks out between the two of then and soon the two of them fall together on top of my bed. Their passions are too clear to hide anymore and they start to kiss, madly. Tom rolls Chakotay to his back, and climbs on top, as his hands go wild in removing the Commander's jacket, the need to touch flesh overwhelming him. Soon the two of them are naked, totally unaware that I'm watching them, their hard muscular bodies pressing against each other, Tom arched back, his eyes closed, and Chakotay gasping for air, and it's so intense. Then Tom opens his eyes and has this wild look in them. He orders Chakotay to lay on his stomach…"
"I can't see Chakotay doing…"
"Hey, my fantasy, he does it. He does it willingly, as a matter of fact. He gets to his hands and knees and starts begging Tom to take him," B'Elanna states a bit defensively, as she is on her third bloodwine.
"No, I've always seen it being Tom who begs for it," Kathryn slurs, as she's on her third ice T. "Chakotay's too much of a top in any category, including the bedroom."
"Are you saying Tom's a bottom boy?"
"No, just that compared to Chakotay…"Kathryn sees this is going off track. "B'el, it's a fantasy, it doesn't matter. It's not like we could pair them up and see for ourselves," she teases.
B'Elanna sits up straight as if lighting hit her, "Hey, why not?'
Kathryn stops smiling, "I was kidding, B'el."
"Why? I mean we've both admitted that we fantasies about our boyfriends making it with each other, why not make it real. We'd be there…"
"B'El, I think the wine has gone to your head. Besides, there is no way Chakotay would ever do it, much less Tom. So, how about we just let this one go."
"I bet you I can get Tom to agree," B'Elanna taunts Kathryn. "In fact, I'm so sure of the fact that I can and you can't that I'll even go as far as put my rations where my mouth is. Two weeks rations that not only will I get Tom to agree to it, but he'll go through with it!"
"That's nice, but if you win, that means I lose, and without Chakotay, there goes the entire plan. But nice try." Kathryn laughs a bit relieved.
"Oh, I see your point. Then let me put it this way. I can get Tom to agree first, that'll be two week's rations, and another two that if you have what it takes to get Chakotay to agree, he'll chicken out before Tom even gets to first base."
Kathryn looks offended. "What do you mean 'if' I have what it takes? And Chakotay wouldn't 'chicken' out of anything, much less against Tom. No, Tom would go running to the bathroom like a scared rabbit than let Chakotay take him," she snaps in defense.
"Would not! "
"Would too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Alright! But lets make this a real bet. We get Tom and Chakotay together and whose ever boyfriend is the first one to 'chicken' out loses. Three months worth of rations!"
B'Elanna narrows her eyes, "Deal! Two weeks from tonight, and if you and Chakotay don't show, me and Tom will be enjoying your rations!"
Janeway smirks coolly, "Well, that goes for you and Tom. I do hope you like Neelix's latest Leola root dishes he'll be serving for the next three months."
"We'll be here," B'Elanna snaps, and slams her goblet down and seals the bet in Klingon and Kathryn agrees.
*************
A week had gone by and B'Elanna still didn't know how to broach Tom on the subject of the bet she made with Kathryn. She even tried to see if she could back out of it, but one look of those smug blue eyes, and she knew she had to go through with it; now only to figure away to get Tom to go along with it, or at least part of it, for she was sure Chakotay wouldn't go for it, much less anything else with a man.
After a while an idea struck her and she invited Tom to dinner at her place. She kept it casual, even though she knew that she'd be getting lucky, she needed the relaxed atmosphere. Tom showed up right on time, sporting a bottle of wine.
"Thanks," she smiled and took the bottle and gestured for Tom to have a seat on the couch. She poured the wine and joined him, then leaned in for a small kiss and a cuddle. "Ah, it's so good to have you here," he breathed out. "You make me feel safe," she purred as she cuddled closer to him.
Tom kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly. "I don't care what Chakotay said," she mumbles.
"What about Chakotay?" Tom inquired, his tone annoyed.
"Nothing," she replies quickly and hugs him more, hoping that Tom's weakness for the Commander's opinion of him or better yet, proving his opinion wrong was going to help here.
"No, you said you didn't care what Chakotay said. What did he say?"
"Tom, forget about it, it's ridiculous, really," she says in a dismissive tone, knowing by the look in Tom's eyes he's on the right track.
"B'Elanna," he purred, trying to sway her, "you can tell me, it won't upset me," he said easily.
//Oh I hope it does,// she thought. She acts like she buys it, "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. He said that you may be a ladies man and able to make them feel all warm and cozy, but it takes a real man to take a man to the same height," she stated flatly. //You know, hearing it, it does sound stupid,// she thought, while keeping her face edgy.
Tom was quiet, //he's not buying it…damn.// "He also said that the only reason you're so good with pussy is because you are one."
Tom's eyes go wide, "He said that? To you!"
"Well, we were having a few drinks, and we are best friends, and friends talk about everything," she lied gracefully. "I mean he tells me all about him and Kathryn and he's told me about his other lover's. He says if push comes to shove you'd pass out if ever up against a male lover."
Tom looked flabbergasted as he retrieves his arm from around her shoulder. "I can't believe that…you two…"
"Hey, I defended you all the way," she protests. "I told him you not only wouldn't pass out, but would teach him a thing or two!"
Tom looks blankly at her, then regroups, "You bet I would," he states, his pride and ego in full gear.
Then B'Elanna looks away, "Of course I did kind of decline…" she trailed off on purpose.
"Declined what?"
She looks at Tom, "Well you know how he thinks of you as a gambler, playboy? Well, he said you'd never be willing to put your credits where your mouth was. I wanted to say you would, but…"
"But what? "
"I'm sorry, Tom. But I'm afraid I left him with the impression that you would chicken out, for I couldn't actually say you would step up and meet the bet, now could I?"
Tom stands up frustrated and offended, "You let the Commander think I'm a chicken shit? Or worse a weltcher? How could you? You go and tell that blow heart that I could and would go up against him in any stupid bet he had! How dare he question me like that? Who does he think he is?
"Your superior officer," she adds for effect.
Tom growls. "I'll go tell him myself…" he says turning toward the door.
"No…no. I have a better idea. You know, Chakotay, being my friend, really can be a…big talker, when he's had a few. Come to think about it, I can't recall him ever telling me about him being with a man either. I suspect that if you called him on his bluff, he'd be the one backing out," she grins, seeing that Tom is actually going for this. //Like shooting fish in a bucket or what ever that earth saying is,// she thought.
Tom sat back down next to her, "I…"
She saw he was suddenly backing out, "I could arrange it that Kathryn and me were there to witness the event, so this way it wouldn't be just your word against his. Plus, if and when he backs out, you'll not only have the upper hand, you'll have a few additional credits, and the fact that he chickened out in front of his girl…huh?"
"He'd back out?" Tom asked, feeling a bit awkward, but letting his pride take the lead.
"Of course. Just stay calm, say nothing and let me arrange things. We'll show him, honey" she says, leaning in and kissing Tom, confident that she had him where she wanted him. //All you have to do is show up, and we win,// she grinned to her self.
************
All week Kathryn had been dropping hints about Chakotay's age and how uptight people thought he was, especially one Tom Paris. She knew he had a sore point for the young pilot, and she just needed Chakotay to agree to show up, the rest would be easy; Tom wouldn't show, he was too much the ladies man to ever consider being with a man.
Their schedules kept them busy, but tonight she was going to hit Chakotay with both blasters. She had her tub full with a hot bath and dinner ready when her lover showed up, only twenty minutes late, due to last minute duties.
"Sorry," he said softly as he gave her a small kiss.
"If anyone understands, it's me," she smiles, as she took off his jacket. "You look tired, and I happen to know there is a hot bath waiting just through those doors."
"Ah, you're so good to me," he replies in a sigh, for he was soar. He headed into the bathroom and stripped off his uniform and climbed into the bath. "Are you going to join me?" he asked in a husky tone.
//Not just yet,// she thought to her self, making ready for step two of her plan. She walks in and takes a seat behind him and starts massaging his shoulders. "Hmmm, you are tight."
"Long day," he groans, as she works his tired muscles.
"I guess I don't have to tell you about how the days seem to get longer ever year," she says easily. Feeling the tension in his shoulders, Kathryn gives a tiny grin internally. "You know I was thinking about us going to Sardines, but as Tom says, you tend to bring the atmosphere down…"
"What? What does he mean 'I' bring down the atmosphere?"
"Oh, don't take it personally, Chakotay. I'm sure Tom was only referring to how… drink dear?" she asked, strategically changing the subject.
"Spill it, Kathryn. Referring to how…what?"
She gives a sympathetic look, "Don't take this the wrong way, but some of the crew thinks that you are too uptight…straight lace, and that the word flexible doesn't exist in your world."
"Hey, I can be just as flexible as the next guy," Chakotay replies defensively.
"Of course, as long as the next guy is about your age," she replies easily still rubbing his shoulders.
Chakotay turns around to look at her, "Are you saying I'm old? Or just that the crew thinks I'm old and stuffy."
"No, not the crew really, just Tom Paris," she replies, as she gets up and exists out of the bathroom to the living room to get some drinks and let Chakotay stew in his hot bath.
It didn't take long before Chakotay was out of the tub, wrapped in a white towel and on her heels. "Just what has that little upstart been saying about me?" he growls.
//Target in sight,// she chucks internally. "Chakotay, I'm sure it's nothing you would care to deal with. So why don't we forget it…"
"No, I want to know," he insisted.
She sits down with her glass of wine and sips it, staring up at her lover looking perplexed and angry. "He and I were having drinks, you know Kathryn and Tom, no shop talk. Well, he let it slip that he first thinks your too old to keep up with him as a lover and too uptight to ever consider testing him out on that theory."
"Test him out?"
"Well, he said that the only real way to determine if you could keep up with him is if you were with him, but then that's why he said you were too uptight…"
"Too old and too uptight!" Chakotay's face looked like he was going to explode. He started gathering his clothes. "I show him who's too old and uptight as I kick his ass from one end of this ship to the next," he started muttering.
"Commander…Chakotay, I didn't tell you this so I'd have to put you in the brig," she replied. She watched him pace her quarters trying to figure a way how to get even and stay out of the brig. It was time for the final step. "You know, Tom tends to have a big mouth," she says carefully.
"Tell me about it," he growls.
"In fact, I bet if you called him on his little bravado, he'd back down," she says finishing her drink and stands up to place soothing hands on strong bronze muscular shoulders. "I even believe that we could teach him a lesson. How about we set the little boy up?"
Chakotay looks at her intense blue eyes and only see the deep mischievousness, not realizing some of it is directed his way. "What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, how about you, Tom and B'Elanna, and I get together, and you make a move on Tom. He'll cower and…" seeing Chakotay laugh she knew she didn't have to say anymore, // direct hit!//
*************
It was the night of the bet, and B'Elanna and Kathryn agreed to use her quarters for their gathering, since it was the biggest, though both thought this wouldn't take very much time. At 1800 hrs, B'Elanna showed up and made the final arrangements, having told the guys that dinner was at 1830. Kathryn made sure dinner was light and there was plenty of candlelight for atmosphere, while B'Elanna made sure there was plenty of hard coffee, the alcohol to loosen inhibitions and the caffeine to stimulate the male libido.
1835 and there was no sign of either of them. "We didn't discuss what happens if neither of them shows," Kathryn states casually, feeling annoyed that Chakotay would let her down like this.
"Tom will be here," B'Elanna replied. //He better if he knows what's good for him.//
The door chimed at 1837, "Enter," Janeway replied with hope.
"Tom!" B'Elanna replies, a smug little look at Kathryn "What kept you?"
"Ah, sorry, got wrapped up in…stuff," he stammered a little as he tucked in his blue silk shirt into his black jeans. Then he looked around and saw the Commander wasn't present and this puffed his ego right up, "So, your other half copping out?" he said with a bit of arrogance.
Janeway was about to reach for her com badge when B'Elanna gently grabbed her hand, "I'm sure he'll be here on his own volition," she states, a taunting gleam in her eyes.
"Would you care for a drink?"
"Love one," Tom replies.
Just then the chime sounds "Enter," Janeway says, almost yelling it.
Chakotay enters, wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks, "Sorry, I'm late, but I got held up with Tuvok in the corridor," he states easily. Then seeing Tom he steels himself for tonight's little game, "Tom," he says with a firm nod and then moved to get a drink from Kathryn.
The four took a seat at the elegantly prepared table an enjoyed the light meal that the Captain prepared. Kathryn and B'Elanna sat next to each other so it would work out that Tom and Chakotay would sit near one another also.
"Nice shirt, Tom" Chakotay said easily as he sat back in his chair sipping his third cup of coffee. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear that before."
The curse of fair skin hindered Tom as a slight blush crept into his face, "Ah, well, it's not like any things going to happen to it tonight," he said in a challenging tone. "Your looking pretty sharp tonight yourself," he added.
"I stay in shape and can take guys half my age in hand to hand combat exercises."
"Really?" Tom states casually.
"Really," Chakotay growls slightly.
Kathryn and B'Elanna chose to remain silent as they remove the dishes and take their drinks to the living room, both taking the only chairs, leaving the sofa for Tom and Chakotay. "Gentlemen, you are planning on joining us?" Kathryn says softly, a bit of laughter in her eyes as she looks at B'Elanna.
Tom and Chakotay moved into the living room and see that the only place is the sofa and both men almost charge it, not wanting to appear bothered by this set up. The four of them sit quietly and an awkward silence fills the room.
"B'Elanna, I have this most interesting book to show you," Kathryn states as she gets up, eyeing the Klingon woman to follow her. The two woman move off to the other side of the cabin. "Let's just give them time to…work it out," she says, a little smirk on her face.
"Don't get too cocky, Tom's not going anywhere."
The two women do their best to fade into the background.
The awkward silence is still in the living room as the two men sit quietly on the sofa, both somewhat aware of why the women left.
//Okay, let's get this over with,// Chakotay thinks to himself. He braces himself and turns to face Tom and takes in the young blond before him, and he reaches out and strokes the soft strands of his hair, "I've always wondered if it would feel soft," he says more gently.
Tom almost flinches but holds still to the gentle touch, "is that the only thing you've been wondering as you've been staring at me for the last few years?" he asks, his eyes looking mischievous, though his nervousness is hinted in the tightness of his lips . //Your not going to make me back down.//
"What if I said no, that isn't the only thing I've been thinking of?" Chakotay says in a husky voice while sliding closer to Tom, still caressing the young man's hair.
Tom feels his breath catching, //well two can play this game, buddy,// he thinks. He reaches out and lets his fingers gently caress up Chakotay's chest, feeling the smooth fabric of the white cotton shirt. "What if I said you were not alone in these thoughts of yours," he whispers, leaning forward, so their lips are inches away from one another.
//I'll show you who's uptight,// Chakotay thought, seeing that Tom was going to push things. Making up his mind on what he's going to do, Chakotay moves in and presses his lips on Tom's while slipping an arm around the young man's waist for a better hold.
//You want to kiss? I'll show you a kiss!// Tom is slightly taken back by this action, but he then relaxes and then wraps his arms around Chakotay's strong shoulders and neck, pulling the man in closer, and licking the other man's lips, indicating he wanted to deepen the kiss.
The two men plundered each other's mouth hungrily, driving the kiss further and further. When the need for air came they parted only enough so they could breath, leaning forehead to forehead, panting, for both seemed to be taken back on the kiss they received. Then they opened their eyes, and both could feel the heat off the other's body and the connection that was formed during the passionate kiss.
Tom seeing the intensity in Chakotay's dark eyes felt a sense of vulnerability he had never felt before and it scared him, and on instinct fell back on his cocky attitude. "Not bad."
Chakotay felt himself falling into a sea of blue, seeing a strong sensitive soul that held acceptance and understanding and untapped passion, which seemed to also reflect his own soul. But hearing the cocky reply snapped that moment closed, and a bit of anger took over, "I'll show you not bad," he growled, and plunged forward into another full sizzling kiss.
Chakotay was surprised at how his groin was responding to Tom's kiss, but there was no denying he was getting hot and hard from the taste of the young pilot. His kisses were full and sensuous, and he put everything into them, and the feel of that was the most erotic for Chakotay. He could sense that Tom wasn't holding back, and one look into the now dilated blue eyes confirmed this, and it only served to make him give a soft groan, as he found himself falling. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Chakotay's kiss was overwhelming and the most fulfilling and delectable kiss he'd ever experienced. There was no doubting it, the man could kiss! The little things the man did with his tongue while pulling him tight to his firm body, drove Tom crazy. He'd never kissed a man, but now he felt he couldn't get enough of Chakotay. Then hearing the deep throaty groan of pleasure sent a fiery chill up and down his spine and his cock shot up like a rocket. Then hearing the soft word the older man whispered during their kiss, stirred something in him and all he knew was he wanted more of it.
The two of them continued to kiss, but Tom was now straddling Chakotay's lap, their hands all over each other, slowly diverging the other of their shirt. Then Tom leaned back, his lips slightly swollen from being firmly kissed, his cheeks flushed and saw much of the same in the face staring back at him, and gone was any animosity that had once been there, to be replaced with an undeniable longing. Slowly Tom undid the buttons on Chakotay's shirt, their eyes still locked onto each other. Then when the shirt was undone, Tom gently, slowly parted the fabric and let his fingers caress the glistening bronze skin of the rippling strong chest of the man before him. Tom instinctively licked his lips as more blood raced south.
Chakotay saw the look of desire and felt its fire himself as he reached up and undid the buttons of the silk shirt Tom was wearing. Then he too let his hands glide along a sweaty strong lightly dusted chest, taking note to the contrast of his dark hands to the pale flesh he was savoring. Then he removed Tom's shirt and let his hands feel the strong muscles in the young man's back, all a while feeling how tight his own pants were becoming. Then he let his hands roam down and he let his fingers feel the soft yet firm flesh under Tom's jeans, and the tiny moan that escaped the young man's lips was tantalizing.
"More," Tom whispered, wanting to feel more of those strong hands on his body. He allowed himself to be pulled in for another kiss and this time, as Chakotay leaned back, they adjusted their bodies and soon Tom's erection pressed against Chakotay's and both men hissed in delight. "Oh yeah."
"Mmmm, that feels good." Chakotay pulled Tom to him and they started kissing again as their bodies aligned and their hard cocks pressed against each other, and they started rocking against each other. Chakotay pulled Tom tighter to him, as he thrusted upward to feel the young man's cock against his own, for it was so exotic and it felt so good.
Suddenly Tom stops, and Chakotay groans with disappointment, but when he sees that the young man is undoing his pants, he gets the idea and starts removing Tom's jeans. The two men tear off each other's remaining cloths, taking in the full endowment of the other, neither having anything to be ashamed of. Once again they started kissing, letting their hands touch all over the other's body. Soon, Chakotay shifted so he was almost lying down on the sofa, propped up against the sofa arm, and he pulled Tom to him tightly, once more aligning their bodies. There were no words, once their cocks touched again; they once more started to rock against each other, while they fully kissed each other.
The pressure was building and soon Tom found himself simply panting, his eyes closed and all was focused on the feeling of Chakotay's cock rubbing against his own. "Oh, Tay, this feels so good," he replied.
"Oh, Tommy," Chakotay groaned, especially when he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful flushed face that was becoming lost in their touching. Then he saw the tightening of the facial muscles along with feeling them tighten in Tom's lean body, and soon he heard Tom roar with pleasure as he also felt the wetness of Tom's organism. The exotic burning of knowing that he brought Tom to this stage, most beautiful and gorgeous state, took him over the edge and his own body took hold and he roared out his own triumph. Then the two men simply laid there panting into each other's arms, letting the moment wash over them.
************
"Wow," B'Elanna said softly as she and Kathryn moved into the bedroom, to give the guys some time to gather themselves. "That was…"
"Incredible," Kathryn finished for her, her own face flushed as she suppressed a shutter of excitement.
"Drink?"
"Drink."
The two women move and get a cool drink to ease the fire they are both feeling in response to watching silently their lover's make out with each other. "Well, I must say, I really didn't think they'd do it," B'Elanna says, a nervous laugh, allowing the tension to leave her body.
"I must admit, I'd thought one of them would have backed off," Kathryn added, sipping her drink. "I would have never thought Chakotay would have kissed Tom, much less Tom kiss him back."
"So, I guess that means neither of us wins the bet. They both showed up and they both went through with it," B'Elanna states.
"We consider it a tie and leave it at that," Kathryn states. "Besides, this all started just because you wanted to see your fantasy of them making out…"
"My…our," B'Elanna corrects her.
Janeway laughs, "Okay, our fantasy, of seeing them making out with each other.
B'Elanna grins from ear to ear, "It was pretty great wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was," Kathryn replies, and once again the teenage girls fill the room with a giggle.
"So what now?"
"We let them rest then I'll move Chakotay into my bedroom, you can take Tom into the other bathroom, then we clean them up and then take their minds off this whole charade," she grins.
"You have it all figured out," B'Elanna chuckles. "I had to trick Tom and say that Chakotay thought he was less then a man…blah blah, blah. But it worked, Tom's pride stepped right up and took the bait"
Janeway grins, "Oh, Chakotay took some doing, let my tell you. I took a week at hinting about how old he was getting, knowing his ego wouldn't accept this, and then used his insecurities about how the crew think he is uptight and inflexible to sway his thinking. Of course the real clincher was mentioning that it was Tom that thought all this," she laughs.
"It's amazing that for two men that profess not to stand each other how much passion they could generate," B'Elanna observes.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to go generate some heat of my own if there's anything left," Janeway teases as she puts her glass down and moves with B'Elanna back out to the living room, only to find the room is empty. They look at each other in puzzlement.
"Computer, location of Lieutenant Paris and Commander Chakotay?" Janeway inquires, for she didn't see their clothes either.
<Lieutenant Paris and Commander Chakotay are in Commander Chakotay's quarters.>
The two women look puzzled at each other once more, "Janeway to Chakotay." She waited, silence. "Janeway to Chakotay," she said again, this time more insistent.
"The only thing I have to say to you is…fuck you Kathryn!" Chakotay snapped over the com link.
"I have a better idea, Tay," Tom's voice interjects sarcastically in the background. "Why don't you fuck me, and let them hash out from there who comes first."
The eyes of the two women go wide as they realize that they were over heard in their conversation about the bet.
"You know, Tommy, that's not a half bad idea," Chakotay replies, his tone less angry and almost seductive as he cuts the channel.
"What do we do now?" B'Elanna asks looking devastated.
"Groveling comes to mind," Janeway stated.
***End of Part One***