“Oh Hell!… Paris what is it with you and caves?” The Commander grumbled

Paris glared.

“I could ask the same thing about you and shuttlecraft!”

“Point taken”

Paris grinned in triumph.

The Commander glanced around uneasily. “Well either we hurry up and get out of here or get
trapped and knowing your luck…we know which it will be!” The last part said looking straight
at the pilot.

“Well Chakotay…if we get stuck we could always spend our time making out!”

“Let’s hope it’s a long rescue then!”
 

Tom sauntered over to where the Commander was standing, his features alight with mischief.
He looked around quickly to make sure no-one was watching and leant forward as if he was
reading something over the CO’s shoulder, placing his hand firmly on the uniform-clad rear and
pinched.

Chakotay spun around, glaring.

“Hey Sir!…what’s up?” said, smirking.

“You know damn well!” He hissed.

Tom just looked at him innocently.

“I ought to take you over my knee and spank that gorgeous rear of yours” He grumbled, half
seriously.

Heat flashed across startled blue-grey eyes

“If you insist!”
 

The Commander and the Pilot walked silently towards the turbolift to the bridge and the beginning
of another double shift, each lost in their own thoughts. The Commander halted and looked both
ways checking for crew before grabbing the Pilot and slamming him against the wall.

Tom looked startled, then curious.

Chakotay left one hand on Tom’s shoulder, the other slid around his back and rested on his hip.

“I’ve missed you!” He whispered.

“Damn Kazon!” Tom grumbled.

 “We just have to grab every chance we get, to be together!”

Chakotay kissed him passionately, before sighing. “Duty Calls!”

Tom groaned.