Encore Performance
Written by Ghostwriter
Rated: ADULT
Characters: Janeway/Chakotay, Paris/Torres
August 1998

Disclaimer: Paramount owns all things Voyager; I'm just borrowing. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note: This story is for Cheile, who begged me for a sequel to "Captive Audience." In order to fully understand what's happening in this story, it might be best to read that one first.

WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. If you are under the legal age of majority in your area or are offended by such, please read no further.

***This story begins right where "Captive Audience" left off...***

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"Oh, hell," Janeway mumbled as she came to the intersection of Jeffries tubes 16 and 24.

Chakotay crawled up beside her. "What's wrong?"

"The PADD I was carrying, I left it back there," she indicated behind them. "Seven's latest update on the slipstream modifications was on it, and if I don't get back to her by the end of this shift..."

"She'll annoy you until you do," he replied with a smile.

"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes." At least his answer was honest.

Janeway eyed her lover's uniform, a smirk crossing her face. "It looks like you left something behind, too."

"What?" He looked down, noticing for the first time that his combadge was missing.

"I guess that's my fault, huh?" she smiled knowingly at him.

He smiled back, his eyes twinkling. "I would never expect you to repress your...natural inclinations, Captain." She chuckled softly in response, wagging a finger at him in playful warning.

Turning around, the two of them headed back in the direction they came from. Less than two minutes later they rounded the corner to where their intimate rendezvous had taken place. Janeway was the first to spy the missing PADD and combadge, laying right where they'd dropped them. Reaching for his combadge, Chakotay opened his mouth to speak. At that same moment, a deep growl resonated off the bulkheads, causing both commanding officers to freeze in their tracks. Janeway glanced at her first officer warily as the sound repeated itself, louder this time. Whatever it was, was definitely coming from the other side of the partially open hatch directly in front of them. Chakotay reached for his phaser, realizing at the last moment that he wasn't carrying it.

"Oh, B'Ela...." The voice that filtered through the hatchway was definitely that of Tom Paris.

Both commanding officers' eyes widened at the sound. It was suddenly painfully obvious what was taking place just a few feet away, and the thought made Janeway begin to blush. She glanced sideways at her first officer, the look on his face nearly making her burst into laughter. She'd never quite seen such a combination of stunned embarrassment and playful mischief written on his handsome face before. As the sounds of rustling fabric and frenzied breathing permeated the air, Janeway felt her temperature rising fast. Then realization dawned...

My God, were they there just a few minutes ago? she thought frantically. She turned to look at Chakotay again and saw the same unanswered question in his eyes.

"YES!" Torres' voice rang loudly through the confined space. It sounded as though they were having an all-out wrestling match on the other side of the hatchway.

"Oooh, God..." Paris moaned softly. "You are so beautiful."

More frantic sounds of moving fabric filtered through to where a thoroughly embarrassed command team was unsuccessfully trying to find the best way to excuse themselves without making any noise. Janeway looked down the access way behind them, wishing desperately that she could just disappear. Even keying in a set of commands for a site to site transport would make enough noise to be noticed. She looked to Chakotay, hoping to find an answer. Her desperate gaze was met with the entirely bemused eyes of her first officer. The embarrassment she'd seen just a moment ago had disappeared, replaced by a look that could only be described as...naughty. Janeway cocked her head sideways, giving him her best 'don't even think about it' glare, but all he did was smile.

Torres had begun to whimper quietly, something neither of them would have expected to hear. Then, all noise stopped completely on the other side, leaving Janeway and Chakotay staring wide-eyed at each other. Somebody's boot was suddenly thrown hard against the inside of the Jeffries tube, leaving no doubt that the young couple on the other side of the hatch was engaging in a bit more...exercise...than Voyager's command team had. Janeway's jaw nearly dropped as a series of simultaneous, impassioned groans issued through the open hatchway. Chakotay looked as though he was going to burst out laughing.

"Yes!....yes!...yes!" Torres cried out loudly as the sound of movement resumed, minus the sound of clothing. Paris groaned again, his breathing labored.

Janeway had had enough. Blushing fiercely, and wiping moisture off her upper lip, the Captain of Voyager turned and made to leave the area, indicating with a nod of her head that her lover should do the same. Two loud moans and half a heartbeat later, she found herself fighting to stay balanced as the cuff of her right pants leg caught firmly in the grated floor underneath her.

"Oh, GOD, B'Ela! You feel so good..." Paris groaned in between panted breaths. She answered him with a deep growl.

Chakotay grabbed for Janeway as she fell to the floor, his right hand covering her mouth. Thankfully, the younger couple was too preoccupied to hear the soft thump as the two command officers hit the ground together. Janeway forced her breathing to remain even as she waited for the adrenaline rush to pass while Chakotay ran his hands gently over her back, making sure everything was okay.

"Tom....God!.....Tom!!" The engineer's voice held a note of desperation as she sobbed her partner's name into the tiny crawl space. "YES! HARDER!"

"B'Ela, what you do to me!" Tom cried out. "God, you are incredible!"

"YES!"

"You're so hot, so wet, GOD!!"

Janeway covered her mouth in embarrassment as they listened. She tried pulling on her leg, but the fabric was firmly caught. Then, Chakotay's breath was in her ear, a soft, breathy chuckle. She shuddered as his lips traced the outline of her ear, his tongue darting out to tease her.

"B'Ela! Oh God!"

Janeway rested her head against the floor, her entire body burning from embarrassment and arousal. Chakotay's mouth was all over the back of her neck and ear, his hands wandering once again to places too tempting to resist. She felt his arousal against her body as he leaned into her. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she thought wryly, desperately trying to tune out the dramatic sound effects echoing from the next access way.

"Tom, I'm coming!....Oh God!....." Torres' breathing changed noticeably, turning to loud pants mixed with whimpers and passionate moans. "God!...OH!... OH!...TOM!...OH!!....OH GOD!!"

"B'ELA!!!"

Chakotay's hands became daring then, wiggling against Janeway's ribcage. Her body reacted instantly to the delightful sensation, almost giving their presence away. Thankfully, a muffled thud was all that sounded as she tried to fight his hands away from her. Voyager's first officer would not be dissuaded though, and in their precarious position, she was a wonderfully easy target for tickling. Kathryn Janeway could face the fiercest of enemies without flinching so much as a muscle, but try a pair of wandering fingers in the right place and she turned into a quivering bowl of jelly. She writhed in horror and frustration as her lover continued his assault, a smile forming on her face without her permission.

"OH MY GOD!! TOM!!" Torres wailed, the sound of their bodies slapping together plainly heard. "TOM!....I'M COMING!OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!" she yelled, her voice rising in pitch with each word.

"OH, B'ELA!!" Paris shouted just before he began to groan loudly. The sound of their movements had risen to a fevered tempo, mixing deliciously with their impassioned cries of love. Chakotay's hands stopped then, his tongue wiggling into Janeway's ear just as Torres' voice let loose in a long, desperate cry of release. The two young officers were in no way holding back, screaming and wailing at the top of their lungs as their bodies erupted in pleasure. The captain chose that moment to turn and look into her lover's eyes, hovering so close to her. There was so much passion written there that it forced a lump into her throat. He brought his face down and brushed his lips against hers as they listened. The younger couple was still calling out to each other, but their voices were now calming into soft sighs, their passion dissipating gently.

"Oh, Tom....Oh..."

"I love you, B'Ela," Paris murmured lovingly.

Janeway smiled against Chakotay's lips as she heard the soft declaration of love. There was certainly more than enough of that on board Voyager...enough to keep hearts warm for a long time. His hand caressed her short hair as they continued to brush lips softly together.

"Oh...I love you, too," Torres replied breathlessly. The pilot began to laugh then, his voice echoing brightly. "What?" Torres laughed back, the giggles becoming contagious.

"I dunno..." he continued, barely able to get his thought out.

"What?" she repeated, now laughing just as hard as he was.

"I was just thinking...what do you think the captain and commander would be doing if they'd been the ones hearing us instead of the other way around?"

Janeway's mouth flew open, her eyes bulging as the young couple broke out into hysterical laughter. Chakotay, for his part, was looking a bit stunned himself, but knew better than to risk laughing with them. She looked as though she was about ready to say something when Commander Tuvok's voice blared through the ship's comm system.

"All senior officers, please report to the Bridge."

Exactly two seconds of silence followed the announcement.

"SHIT!!"

"We have to get out of here!"

"UGH!"

"Who was that?"

"I'm still STUCK!"

"My God, someone's there!"

"WHERE'S MY UNDERWEAR!?"

"SOMEONE WAS LISTENING, TOM!!"

"Help me, will you?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

"Don't forget the PADD!"

"This isn't HAPPENING!"

"Hurry!"

"My combadge!"

"THERE!"

"WHO'S THAT?!"

"COME ON!!"

"MOVE YOUR LEG, WILL YOU!?"

"NOW!"

"Let's get out of here!"

"God, we are in so much trouble!"

"HURRY, WILL YOU!?"

Muffled sounds of a hasty retreat could be heard on the other side of the hatchway, prompting Paris to grin evilly. "HEY!! TOMORROW - SAME TIME, SAME JEFFRIES TUBE!!" he bellowed sarcastically.

"VERY FUNNY, PARIS!" Chakotay's voice filtered back.

"I KNEW IT!!" The pilot yelled, turning to look at his lover, but she was too busy rolling on the floor laughing to hear a word he said...

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