Word Count: 100
Written in response to a challenge on the LJ community voyager_week
He was desperate; there was no other word for it.
Desperation ran through his veins like a raging river bursting to reach the sea. His heart pumped fiercely, his body shook... Beads of sweat, born of anticipation, glistened on his brow.
His eyes gleamed with desire and lust; ice blue orbs burning with passion as he stared eagerly at the sight before him. His arms reached out, his hands twitched nervously. His fingers touched, and shivers ran up his spine.
“Tom.” Chakotay’s voice was a whisper in his ear. “It’s just a shuttle. You can fly it later.”