YCD had written a story called "Bronze Statues" for which she got an unfortunate number of requests for a sequel, but couldn't come up with one. Fortunately Cybermum did.

OOPS!
by Cybermum

Ensign Paris looked around
To make sure he wasn't found
By his feisty Klingon mate
With whom he'd often copulate.
His recent view of his superior
Had made her somehow seem inferior.
He now aspired to something more
And so he skulked inside the door
Of Janeway's holodeck retreat
Hoping that he might meet
The object of his new desire
Who'd lately set his loins afire.
Da Vinci's room was all aglow
The candles lit, the fire low.
A soft wind added to the mood
The scent of roses did exude
An aura of romance and love
That wrapped around him like a glove.
So Tom began to lose his grip
He actually began to strip
His jacket, boots, and more removed
As each came off his mood 'improved.'
His thoughts of Janeway did effect
A certain organ to erect.
So Tom laid back and fantasized
About some scenes that could arise
If Kathryn were to recreate
Her previously undressed state.
So rapt was he in fantasy
When She came in he didn't see
So totally did his dreams encroach
He didn't hear her quiet approach
So warm was his engorg-ed shaft
He didn't even feel the draft
Of Janeway's famous icy stare
The one referred to as 'the glare.'
But that all changed with one small phrase
That he'd remember all his days
"Mr. Paris, if you please
You may stand down now...
At Ease."