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Nine Months - Changes
By Kudara
Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager and all who sail in her belong to
Paramount/Viacom and no infringement of copyright/trade marks is
intended.
Rating: Adult
Feedback: Always welcome, feedback is what encourages me to keep
writing. Please let me know what you like and what you dislike
about the story.
Revision History: 11/17/05; minor revision 01/05/07
Summary: Neither shortness nor friendship is quite enough for
their captors.
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Chapter 11 - Stardate 52518.84 (July 9, 2375 09:01am)
B’Elanna’s mind raced frenetically around and around, trying to
determine why Seven was accompanying her, and whether or not the
robots meant to harm her again. Though there was little, she
bleakly acknowledged to herself, that she could do without
making the situation worse, and getting Seven hurt even more.
From the sound of Seven’s uneven breathing behind her, she knew
the blonde was probably worried about the same.
The robot leading the way turned and entered a room she had not
been in before. It was square, and approximately ten foot by ten
foot. In it was a single bio bed in the center, a chair placed
beside it, and a sink in the corner with a washcloth and glass
upon it. The walls were unmarked metal, no sign of whatever
technology existed behind them given.
“B’Elanna Torres, you will place yourself upon the bio bed, you
will not attempt to leave the bio bed until given instructions
to do so. Your hostage will see to your needs between
treatments. Today’s treatment will be two hours in duration.”
‘Today’s?’ she thought, ‘that implies there will be more
tomorrow and maybe even longer, and treatments for what?’
Uneasily she sat upon the bio bed, and lay down. Looking up into
Seven’s concerned face, she tried to give the blonde a
reassuring smile.
“Torres Hostage, you will remain seated in the chair provided at
all times during the treatment phases. You will not attempt to
touch B’Elanna Torres during the treatment phases. After the
each treatment phase is completed, you may leave the chair and
provide for B’Elanna Torres’s needs. There will be three
treatment phases today, they will be announced 15 seconds before
beginning.”
Seven nodded jerkily, never taking her eyes from the
half-Klingon, and B’Elanna found the obvious concern for her in
them warming. Ever since the robot’s attack on Seven, and her
nursing the blonde through her recovery, the relationship
between them had changed from the tentative beginnings of
friendship into an actual friendship. Their discussions during
the evenings now ranged from the technical, to the personal.
Her reaction to the personal discussions bemused B’Elanna. She
hadn’t expected helping Seven to be so rewarding; but whether it
was helping her understand why she was feeling a particular
emotion, or discussions concerning her time aboard Voyager, the
half-Klingon found herself rather pleased that she was helping
the former Borg understand things. What surprised and dismayed
B’Elanna the most about the latter, was how well Seven had
hidden how uncertain and lost she had felt, from the very
beginning of her separation from the Collective, all the way up
to the time they were captured.
B’Elanna suspected that not even Janeway had fully understood
how alone and separate Seven had felt, or if she did, she hadn’t
done much about it that B’Elanna could remember, except to force
the blonde to attend social events. Though in all fairness to
Janeway, she suspected it would have taken a good psychologist,
or a very sympathetic and patient person, and certainly not a
hologram who was still figuring out how to interact with people,
to have guided Seven successfully through those first months.
She had also started wondering about what impact things, such as
Seven essentially living in the cargo bay instead of quarters
like everyone else, had played in Seven’s less than successful
integration. B’Elanna knew that Seven simply saw it as the most
efficient placement of her alcove, but upon thinking about it
further, she wondered whether or not it had played a part in
her, and other people’s views, of the woman. After all things,
not people, were generally put in cargo bays, and where she
would consider it rude and unacceptable to walk into someone’s
quarters and stare at them while working or sleeping, she had
never thought it wrong to do the same to Seven. After all
everyone else, including the Captain, was doing the same thing.
“The first treatment phase will begin in fifteen seconds.” A
mechanical voice broke into her thoughts.
Brought out of her thoughts, she watched as Seven sat down
quickly in the chair beside the bio bed, never taking her eyes
off her as she did so. There was enough time left for her to
note that both of them had gotten pretty good at expressing
their emotions to each other without saying anything, as such
sentiments were frequently taken as disagreement with their
captor’s actions.
The hum of some type of energy field caught her attention first,
then she felt a sensation like something, or more accurately
some things, were crawling around inside her. The sensation
increased into an annoying itch, then to a painful burning
sensation that escalated steadily into pure pain. Then noise
filled her ears and the next thing she knew the robot was
announcing the end of the first treatment period.
The room was spinning around and her stomach was threatening a
revolt, in short it felt like she was extremely drunk. Feeling
the nausea rise, she struggled to sit up hoping that would help,
only to find out once she achieved an upright position that
while it helped the nausea, it seemed to increase her dizziness.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders steadied her as Seven asked,
“B’Elanna what is your condition?” in a distressed tone.
“Dizzy, nauseated,” she explained and wondered why her voice
sounded hoarse, and why Seven sounded so upset. “And my throat
is sore.”
“You screamed during the last part of the treatment phase,”
Seven explained, her voice flat in tone.
B’Elanna turned her head enough to look at the blonde, and
realized how upset she was, her face was taunt and pale and her
eyes were oddly bright. The dizziness had abated enough for her
to feel steadier, “Water?” she requested.
Seven paused long enough to make sure she could remain sitting
on her own, then went and filled the glass by the sink and
brought it back to her. B’Elanna was ashamed to note how her
hands still shook as she took the glass. It was a measure of how
far their relationship had improved that she was thankful,
instead of indignant, when Seven reached out and helped her
steady the glass so she could drink without spilling it upon
herself. When she had enough Seven took it back to the sink, and
B’Elanna watched curiously as the blonde took the washcloth and
wetted it after emptying the glass.
Returning Seven made a slight gesture with the hand holding the
washcloth, “Your application of a damp cloth such as this one,”
she hesitated, “made me feel better, when I was injured.”
B’Elanna gave her a weak smile for correctly using ‘casual
grammar’ as the blonde was calling it. It was something she had
been trying to teach Seven for the past few months, so the woman
wouldn’t talk as painfully correct all the time.
As Seven held the cold damp cloth to her forehead B’Elanna
admitted, “I think it’s as much that the coldness feels good
when your sick, as it is that someone cares enough for you to do
it.” She was watching Seven when she said this and smiled at
what looked suspiciously like embarrassed pleasure on the
blonde’s face.
After the third treatment phase, once some of the nausea had
passed, B’Elanna was finally allowed to get up off the bio bed.
Seven helped steady her and she just had time to notice that
something seemed off, before the blonde gave her a startled wide
eyed look.
“You are taller,” Seven’s said, shocked, “by approximately two
inches.” she finished.
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Chapter 12 - Stardate 52524.6 (July 11, 2375 11:31am)
“B’Elanna Torres remove yourself from the bio bed and remain
standing near it.”
B’Elanna frowned slightly at the order to remain, that was the
second difference today, the first one being the fourth
treatment. She hadn’t lost consciousness during it, it hadn’t
even felt the same as the others, there had just been the hum of
the device, but none of the usual pain.
As she stood unsteadily, she glanced down at Seven who had
slipped a supportive arm around her waist to help steady her.
‘She’s shorter,’ B’Elanna thought in shock, it wasn’t as if she
hadn’t been expecting it, yesterday after the treatments she had
been just slightly taller than Seven, and she had known that she
would be taller today. It was just that the reality of being
able to see the top of Seven’s head was…weird, as was knowing
that she should be five foot eleven inches tall now, if she had
indeed gained another two inches like the days before. She
wasn’t quite certain what she thought of all these changes, on
the one hand she had always wanted to be taller, but everything
looked off. It was surprising how six inches made such a
noticeable difference in how everything appeared.
“Torres Hostage, place yourself upon the bio bed.”
B’Elanna reflexively clenched her teeth together, reminding
herself that she could not protest as she wanted to. The only
thing she could do was to give Seven what she hoped was a
reassuring look and quick hug, before the blonde released her
supportive hold to obey the order.
As the treatment progressed B’Elanna relaxed, Seven was tense,
but she wasn’t showing any signs of pain, causing her to believe
that Seven’s treatment was like her last one, the different
fourth one. The question was what type of treatment was it? It
obviously was not like the ones that had increased her height
and mass, so just what was it doing? She knew it had to be doing
something, for if there was anything she had become certain of
about their captor, it was that she was sure that nothing was
done to them without a reason behind it.
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Chapter 13 - Stardate 52527.89 (July 12, 2375 04:22pm)
“Maintenance of your hostage’s cybernetic systems is required.”
B’Elanna looked over in surprise at the robot that was
essentially a fixture in their quarters, as it seldom
communicated with them these days. There was, as she had
expected from what it said, an opening in its body. She glanced
inquiringly at Seven who was kneeling on the floor in front of
the stove. Seven had stopped cleaning the interior of the oven
at the first word from the robot and now looked up at her,
seeing B’Elanna staring at her Seven raised one metallic brow
and nodded.
Slightly irritated that Seven hadn’t mentioned that anything was
wrong with her implants to her, she dropped the cloth she had
been using to wipe down the countertops. B’Elanna approached the
machine and took the proffered tools, an engineering tricorder
and a general purpose recalibration tool, whatever was wrong
with Seven couldn’t be too difficult if this was all she needed
to fix it, B’Elanna thought.
“Kitchen table alright?” she asked Seven.
“Yes, B’Elanna,” Seven pulled out a chair and sat down. “I
believe it is my optical implant that needs maintenance.” Her
eyes flickered toward the robot and she frowned slightly. “I
have not mentioned it because I have been able to satisfactorily
compensate for the misalignment.”
B’Elanna raised an eyebrow at the irritated tone, then grinned.
She thought to herself silently, ‘translation, I don’t know why
this is such a big deal, it isn’t really bothering me yet.’ “I
guess you like going in for check ups about as much as I do.”
She commented aloud, her irritation at the blonde forgotten as
she remembered that Seven was a fellow Sickbay hater.
Seven regarded her consideringly, “You are most likely correct.”
she allowed.
B’Elanna ran the tricorder carefully over Seven’s body. “Only
thing is I’m not sure exactly what measurements I should be
seeing…oh never mind, the baselines for your implants are
already in here,” she commented looking at the readout. “Your
right, everything looks good except for your optical implant.”
She laid the tricorder on the table and picked up the
recalibration tool. Turning to Seven she raised the instrument
to the exposed exterior of her optical implant, her eyes picking
out the three places on it’s surface that she needed to make the
proper adjustments. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed
Seven clench her hand into a fist and heard the blonde take in a
deep breath and hold herself rigidly still.
Leaning back she took a look at Seven’s face. Controlled and
impassive, were the adjectives that came to her mind to describe
the blonde’s expression. “Hey I’m not the dentist,” she jested
uncertainly, not sure why Seven was acting as if she were
afraid.
“Dentist?” asked Seven, first glancing out of the corner of her
eye, then looking directly at her when she saw B’Elanna had
moved away from the implant.
“Your acting like I’m about to do something unpleasant to you,”
B’Elanna commented.
Seven looked forward again, presenting the implant to B’Elanna,
“It is not pleasant, but there is no other way to maintain the
implant, please proceed.”
“I wasn’t aware that your implants were sensitive?” B’Elanna
asked surprised, she had assumed that Seven would have no
sensation in her implants as they were completely mechanical.
Seven turned to look at the half-Klingon, “My implants contain
pressure and temperature sensors, the sensations are not the
same as those from my skin, but they are similar. My implant is
actually slightly more sensitive than the skin around it.” she
commented.
B’Elanna absorbed this information silently, looking at the
silvery implant in a new light, acknowledging that it wasn’t
just a mechanical attachment; it was an integral part of Seven’s
body. “There isn’t anything else that I can use to recalibrate
it properly.” she admitted reluctantly after a few moments.
“No B’Elanna, there is not. It is not a painful sensation,
merely unpleasant,” Seven turned her head back around presenting
the implant once again.
B’Elanna was not quite ready to proceed until she had a better
understanding of exactly what Seven would experience if she did.
She examined the sonic setting of the device that she would be
using to reset the implant, and determining that it would not
damage her, experimentally ran it over the inside of her
forearm.
Seven had moved to see what she was doing and now looked at her
wide eyed. “B’Elanna?” she frowned, confused at the half-Klingon’s
actions.
B’Elanna rubbed the skin of her arm, trying to wipe away the odd
sensation that the device had caused. Seven was right, it wasn’t
exactly painful, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant either. “Just
wanted to see what you were talking about, your right that
doesn’t feel too good.”
Seven stared at her for a moment then she smiled slightly in
amusement, “No it does not.” The smile faded, and she glanced at
the robot in the other corner of the room, “Please proceed,
there is no other choice.”
B’Elanna glanced over at the robot; divining Seven’s meaning and
nodded. Seven tilted her head presenting the implant at
precisely the correct angle for B’Elanna to work on it the
easiest. B’Elanna made the first adjustment as quickly as
possible then impulsively gently stroked her finger over the
adjustment point, reasoning that since it had helped her, maybe
it would help Seven.
“B’Elanna?” Seven asked uncertainly.
She stopped, “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”
“No,” Seven replied hesitantly.
“Did it make the other sensation go away?” B’Elanna asked
uncertainly.
There was a moment of silence, then a surprised, “Yes, the
motion of your finger across the surface replaced the data in
the pressure sensors from the instrument.” Seven turned and
looked up at B’Elanna admiringly, “An efficient solution,
B’Elanna. Thank you.”
B’Elanna completed the last adjustment and gently rubbed her
finger across the area to reset the sensors, “There all done.”
She was feeling rather proud of herself, for coming up with a
way of making the experience less unpleasant for Seven, and
rather annoyed that the Doctor hadn’t considered a similar one,
as he was the one who had known the most about Seven’s implants.
She was already thinking of several ways that the tool could be
modified so that it wouldn’t trigger the pressure sensors in the
implant, but would still calibrate properly. How much trouble
would it have been for the Doctor to have mentioned this to
someone so it could have been done for Seven along time ago.
“Thank you, B’Elanna,” gratitude was readily apparent in the
blondes tone.
Slightly embarrassed by it, B’Elanna commented, “Hey, that’s
what friends are for.”
“Yes,” agreed Seven softly. “I believe I will no longer dislike
this procedure if you are the one performing it.”
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Chapter 14 - Stardate 52539 (July 16, 2375 05:41pm)
B’Elanna tore her eyes from their intent perusal of Seven’s
naked back and rear, completely taken by surprise by the rush of
desire she had experienced at the sight. She had been staring at
her reflection, noting the subtle changes in her face, more
Klingon looking, and skin tone, a shade darker; when she had
noticed the blonde woman bend, then gracefully step out of her
underwear in preparation for their bath. It wasn’t that she
hadn’t noticed that the blonde had a nice body, but she was
absolutely certain that she hadn’t ever responded to Seven’s
nakedness in the way she just had. Her eyes had focused on the
narrow waist and curves of Seven’s hips, and her thoughts had
dwelled on how it would feel to run her hands over that waist
and test the firmness of that very shapely rear.
Maybe it was just that because she was never alone, and it had
already been a few months without being able to take care of
certain physical urges that being part Klingon dealt her even
more than the average human, and Seven was the only one around?
Perhaps her slight genetic tendency toward homosexuality that
she had been informed of during her comprehensive medical exam
for the Academy entrance, was letting itself be felt for the
first time since another woman was her only choice for a sexual
partner?
B’Elanna’s eyes narrowed in thought, or maybe their captors
thought friendship wasn’t quite enough to guarantee her
obedience. Maybe that was the reason she had been searching for
behind those odd treatments she … she and Seven, her mind
reminded her.
Straightening and turning she looked at Seven, and even though
she had half been expecting it, she found the wide eyed,
slightly flushed look, as Seven jerked her eyes away from where
they had been focused, both startling and amusing. Seven was
obviously a bit more unnerved by this than she was, not
particularly surprising since B’Elanna would bet that this was
the first time the blonde woman had ever felt physical
attraction toward someone.
Keeping her eyes strictly away from Seven, B’Elanna absently
entered the tub and began washing while considering what if
anything to do about the situation. She had figured out a few
months ago that every thing that had happened to them had been
planned so that she and Seven would become friends. It made
sense really, their captor’s entire hold on her obedience and
willingness to do what they wanted was Seven’s wellbeing. The
closer and more protective she felt of the blonde, the more of a
hold they had over her.
Her anger over being manipulated, once she had recognized what
had been going on, had resulted in some quiet nights where a
confused Seven had kept what distance she could from the moody
half-Klingon. But B’Elanna had never been angry at the blonde
woman, only their captor or captors. Seven had certainly not
been given any more choice than she, and had definitely gotten
the short end of the deal. On those nights B’Elanna had always
forced herself to put aside her anger long enough to give Seven
a reassuring look and/or squeeze to the arm, and let the blonde
know that it wasn’t her that she was angry at.
Currently, her initial reaction was to fight against these new
feelings for as long as possible, to rebel against the wishes of
their captors for as long as she could. But the more she
considered that idea, the more she had to acknowledge that the
only thing she would accomplish by her stubbornness would be
getting Seven punished. She had given up the hope of rescue over
a month ago, knowing that Janeway would have had to move on by
now. So she was expecting no reprieve from their captor’s plans,
if she was right about what they wanted, sooner or later she
would have to give in.
Which simply left the timing of her capitulation, would she wait
until she was given a directive to have sex or intercourse or
whatever term was used, with her hostage? She frowned as she
considered that possible situation; did she really want to
Seven’s first experience to be like that? One where there was
the threat of Seven’s pain inducers being activated if the
robots decided it was a failure? Kahless that would be a
situation where she knew she probably wouldn’t be feeling too
aroused, much less how un-aroused and frightened Seven was
likely to be if she was placed in such a situation.
‘So where does that leave me?’ she asked herself. ‘That I’m
going to have sex with Seven and I’d rather it be before I get
ordered to.’ she answered herself honestly. Of course there were
a few other questions, such as how did she feel about it and how
did Seven feel. And, of course, was Seven even willing.
With surprise she realized that she was industriously washing
her arms, for the second, or maybe it was even the third time.
Slightly embarrassed she glanced over at Seven only to realize
that the blonde seemed to be lost in her own thoughts and wasn’t
really paying any attention to her. Taking advantage of the
inattention, she allowed her eyes to wander over Seven, just how
did she feel about the prospect of touching those full breasts,
caressing the woman intimately, feeling and seeing her come for
the first time.
‘Ok, so I know the answer to that question,’ B’Elanna thought
looking away from the blonde moments later and hoping that Seven
wouldn’t notice her obvious arousal. Thinking about introducing
the blonde to sex was a definite turn on. Ducking underneath the
water she began to wash her hair and try to get herself under
control.
Once she was finished bathing, she stepped out of the tub and
quickly grabbed up a towel. Wrapping it quickly around her, she
said to Seven on her way out, “I’ll set the table for dinner.”
The robot standing motionless in the bedroom caused her to halt
in surprise and dismay, wondering what was about to happen now.
“New sleep wear has been provided; you will wear the provided
clothing after bathing each night.” It communicated and then
began moving toward the door. B’Elanna jumped to the side to get
out of its path.
She looked across the room to the now open doors of their closet
and went to investigate what clothing it had referred to placing
there. The closet was divided into two areas, the left most one
was B’Elanna’s, and the rightmost Seven’s. Hanging on her side
were three robes in plush, velvet looking fabric, and stacked
under them on the shelves below she spotted what looked like
tank tops and shorts. The top set was a deep wine red color, and
matched one of the robes, looking closer she could see that
there were three sets and they matched the three robes. Robes
also hung on Seven’s side, but they were in softer colors and
looked like they were made of thick silk. The clothing stacked
underneath was also different and B’Elanna’s eyes widened as she
took in what was undoubtedly a camisole and the very brief
panties that went with it.
‘Well, I haven’t been given an order yet, but this is a pretty
clear hint.’ she thought. Hearing a sound behind her she turned
and looked at Seven who had just entered the room. Indicating
the new clothing she relayed, “New clothes we’re supposed to
wear at night.”
Seven raised one brow and walked over to stand beside B’Elanna
who was trying very, very, hard not to notice how sexy the
blonde looked in just a towel.
Seven held up the camisole by its spaghetti straps and stared at
it, “This does not appear to be very warm,” she finally
commented.
B’Elanna choked back a laugh and pointed out, “I believe that’s
what the robe is for Seven.”
“Indeed,” was the careful reply.
“I think you’ll look very beautiful in it,” B’Elanna commented,
and then froze for a moment, shocked that she had actually said
the thought aloud. Regrouping, she turned and casually dropped
the towel wrapped around her, and started dressing, trying to
hide the slight tremble in her hands. Oddly, the sharply indrawn
breath of the woman behind her was calming, reassuring her that
she was right; she was not alone in experiencing these new
thoughts and feelings.
Pulling the robe around her she brushed a hand over the sleeve,
admiring the soft plush fabric. Finally she turned around and
looked at Seven, allowing her eyes to wander over the blonde’s
shapely figure and admire how it looked in the pale blue
camisole that covered her to just above mid thigh. “I was
right,” she noted, meeting Sevens eyes frankly, “You do look
beautiful in that.” Ignoring the surprised look on the blonde’s
face she strode out of the room.
‘Ok what am I doing?’ she asked herself as she set out the
tableware for dinner. ‘Trying to let Seven know I’m interested
in her.’ was the rather simple answer.
“You look beautiful as well, B’Elanna,” Seven’s voice came from
behind her. She turned and looked at the blonde who continued,
“That color is pleasing against your skin tone.”
The two of them stared at one another for a moment, “Thanks.”
B’Elanna replied. Taking a calming breath so she wouldn’t
embarrass herself by sounding like a breathless teenager, “I
like that color blue on you, it really brings out your eyes.”
Seven did look particularly nice in the matching pale blue silk
robe that clung to her breasts and hips, and then fell
gracefully to just above her ankles.
Seven looked startled for a moment, then color bloomed in her
cheeks and a smile grew upon her lips. “Thank you.”
They both started at each other for a few more seconds in
silence, and Seven’s gaze seemed to ask B’Elanna what it was
they were doing. “Foods getting cold, we should sit down and
eat.” B’Elanna broke the silence. She wanted to tell Seven that
she wasn’t really sure what they were doing either; it wasn’t
like she had done this before, at least not with another woman.
B’Elanna did have her share of lovers in her life, but all five
of them had been men. Seven wasn’t anything like B’Elanna’s
former lovers, B’Elanna liked confident and sure. Not that Seven
wasn’t usually confident and sure, she was, but the blonde had
absolutely no experience in this area, and B’Elanna was finding
it more intimidating to be the leader in this than she had
anticipated.
She was casting around for a suitable topic of conversation to
carry them through dinner when Seven sat a familiar dish in
front of her. “Tamale Casserole?” she asked, memories of the
past assailing her.
“Correct, you are familiar with this dish?” asked Seven
curiously.
B’Elanna’s first impulse was to nod and change the subject
quickly, but then she reconsidered. She had gotten to know Seven
quite well, but she hadn’t shared much about her past with her
new friend.
‘Maybe I should,’ she thought, “The last time I had this was the
week before my father left us.” finally looking up she realized
from Seven’s face that she had surprised the woman, obviously
Seven hadn’t expected this. “He usually made this for us every
other week or so,” she continued. “I haven’t had it since that
day.” she finished quietly.
“I am sorry, I will prepare another dish,” Seven rose and
reached for the dish.
“Don’t,” B’Elanna requested, and Seven paused mid motion.
B’Elanna took the opportunity to serve herself a helping as
Seven sat back down, clearly confused. Taking her first bite,
she expected it to remind her even more strongly of those times,
only to quickly realize that her father’s casserole had never
tasted quite like this.
She couldn’t help the wry smile that covered her face as she
commented, “Seven, you’re a better cook than my father ever was,
this is ….much better than his.”
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Chapter 15 - Stardate 52539.1 (July 16, 2375 06:31pm)
Dinner became much easier from that point, and B’Elanna found it
less difficult than she had thought it would be to talk to the
quiet, intent woman across from her. Seven didn’t interrupt her
with platitudes or advice, she simply listened, and if she did
not offer sympathy beyond the acceptance in her eyes, B’Elanna
didn’t feel judged by her either.
She was helping Seven clean up from dinner when it happened,
Seven turned with a clean plate in her hands intending to store
it, and stepped into B’Elanna who had turned at the same time.
She reached out and helped steady the now smaller woman, only to
be caught by the vulnerability, and nascent desire in Seven’s
blue eyes, as she looked up at her.
She couldn’t resist anymore, bending down she brushed her lips
against the blonde’s. So soft and lush, it really wasn’t
anything like kissing a man, she realized. As she explored
Seven’s lips she became confused, Seven wasn’t moving away, but
she wasn’t kissing her back either.
Lifting her head she looked into Seven’s face and all thought
ceased for a moment as she took in the now very blue dilated
eyes, the flushed face, and definite look of passion on the
blondes face. “Kahless,” she whispered unsteadily as her own
passion increased suddenly in response. ‘But,’ her mind
whispered confused at the difference between Seven’s lack of
response and her obvious actual arousal, then she realized, ‘she
doesn’t know how to respond, how would she, she’s never done
this before.’
“Like this Seven, just follow my lead, and move your lips
against mine, like I am against yours.” she instructed. She
lowered her head again, intent on demonstrating to Seven how to
properly kiss. She had thought the blonde’s inexperience would
lessen her enjoyment, but instead the feel of Seven’s first
tentative response against her lips was incredibly arousing, at
the same time as it evoked soft, tender, and possessive
feelings.
“That’s it, that’s right,” she whispered encouragement as she
took the plate from Seven’s hands and placed it blindly upon the
nearest counter then wrapped her hands around the blonde’s waist
and pulled her closer. As Seven’s body made full contact with
hers, B’Elanna could not suppress a moan of pleasure at the
feel. Moving her hands slowly up and down Seven’s silk covered
back, she enjoyed the feel of the muscles underneath her hands.
Seven’s tentative kisses were getting bolder and more confident,
so B’Elanna decided to introduce an advanced technique. Slowly
she ran the tip of her tongue over the blonde’s lower lip,
eliciting a gasping moan from her. Unable to resist she deepened
the kiss, entering Seven’s mouth and stroking the blonde’s
tongue with her own before pulling away. Seven was breathing
deeply and unsteadily, her eyes glazed with arousal.
Looking around B’Elanna realized they needed to finish cleaning
up before continuing this any further, she didn’t want to risk
incurring a punishment. “Seven,” she said gently, “we need to
finish cleaning.” The look of disappointment and then the
following pout that followed was unmistakable; B’Elanna stared
surprised, then began to smile, “Afterwards.” she promised.
“I will comply,” Seven stated. The nature of the reply, combined
with Seven looking around blankly, then almost shaking herself
before starting to clean again, concerned B’Elanna. Was she
going to fast for Seven?
A few minutes later they were finished and B’Elanna turned
toward Seven, looking into those expressive blue eyes to try and
figure out whether or not to continue where they had left off.
Clear windows on Seven’s feelings, they revealed that the blonde
was confused, and maybe a bit frightened, “Seven we don’t have
to do anything if you’re not sure,” B’Elanna stated quietly.
Disappointment, “You do not want to continue?” Seven asked
uncertainly and her gaze dropped from the half-Klingon to the
floor.
B’Elanna took a step closer, and cupping a hand under the
blonde’s chin, raised Seven’s face. “You looked frightened; I
don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.” There was
silence from Seven, and she looked more torn and confused than
ever. “What are you thinking Seven.” B’Elanna requested.
Seven’s eyes met hers, “That I am experiencing some distress due
to the number and strength of the emotions I feel when you touch
me, yet I do not wish for this to stop.”
A slow smile crept across B’Elanna’s face, “I remember feeling
the same way my first time, its normal Seven.”
As she had hoped, this seemed to immediately reassure the blonde
woman, “It is normal to experience uncertainty and anticipation
when engaging in…” Seven trailed off frowning. “B’Elanna I am
not certain which of the possible terms for non-reproductive
copulation I should use.”
B’Elanna’s eyebrows raised, she had not been expecting this
question. “Well… I guess having sex…” she trailed of frowning,
it didn’t sound quite right. She had thought of it that way
earlier but now… Looking down into Seven’s eyes she acknowledged
that it would be a bit more than that, she wasn’t in love with
Seven, but she did care for the blonde deeply.
“But that’s not quite right either.” She trailed off, “Seven,
you know the term making love?”
Seven’s eyes widened and she nodded.
‘Oh no, she thinks I’m about to tell her that I love her,’
B’Elanna thought and hurried to finish her statement before
something happened that would probably embarrass them both, and
completely break the mood.
“Well there are really two different levels, one where two
people care for one another and are having more than just sex,
and then there is the other type. That one I don’t know how it
feels, because I’ve never been in love with anyone.” she
admitted. “The first type though, that’s what we will be doing
if it happens tonight, I’ll be making love to you Seven, and I
hope you will make love to me.” she finished in a slightly lower
tone.
Seven frowned in response and got a far away look in her eyes.
B’Elanna smiled, recognizing that Seven was fitting in the new
piece of information she had received with the rest of what she
already knew. The half-Klingon waited patiently, knowing that it
would only take Seven a few seconds to get past this point.
Seven’s eyes refocusing on her let her know that an answer was
most likely forthcoming.
“I wish to continue this activity.” Seven announced, then in a
more hesitant tone, “I want you to make love to me and I want to
learn how to make love to you.”
It shouldn’t have been the most erotic thing she had ever heard,
but her libido wasn’t paying much attention to how poetic the
declaration was, it was paying attention to the trust and desire
shining from Seven’s blue eyes.
Holding out her hand B’Elanna waited, Seven gave her a puzzled
look, but she placed her hand in the half-Klingon’s without
hesitation. Walking backward she led the blonde from the kitchen
area back to their bedroom. Once there she stopped and let go of
Seven’s hand, reached for the tie to the blondes robe, and
untied it. Pulling the front open she allowed herself to feast
her eyes upon Seven’s body, ending her perusal by meeting the
blondes gaze, knowing that Seven would see the desire for her in
them.
She wasn’t surprised when Seven mimicked her actions after a
moment, undoing B’Elanna’s robe and opening it. She watched as
Seven’s eyes drifted over her body, the color of them deepening,
and when Seven looked back up into her eyes she could see how
aroused by the simple action Seven was.
Stepping forward she stopped close enough to almost, but not
quite, come into contact with the blonde’s silk clad body. Never
dropping her gaze from Seven’s, she reached up, slowly slid the
robe from the woman’s shoulders, and let it glide down the
blonde’s body to the floor. Seven hadn’t spoken since her
declaration, and now she stood unmoving, except for her
quickening breath, watching B’Elanna intently.
B’Elanna stopped and waited, a quickly indrawn breath and then
Seven finally moved, duplicating her action, and sliding her
robe from her shoulders. B’Elanna allowed it to slip down her
arms and pool at her feet, watching the blonde closely. Seven’s
eyes followed the robe in its descent then returned slowly to
the half-Klingon’s face. There was no fear remaining now that
B’Elanna could see, only the clear signs of arousal.
‘Yes,’ she thought to herself with satisfaction. Finally she
stepped the remainder of the distance and placed her hands on
Seven’s waist and pulled the smaller woman firmly against her,
lowering her head and kissing the blonde at the same time.
‘Intoxicating,’ was the word that ran through her mind as
Seven’s lips parted immediately underneath her own, allowing her
entry if she so desired. A growl rumbled up from the depths of
her chest as she accepted the invitation, and stroked the inside
of the blonde’s mouth with her tongue.
An aroused moan rewarded her, and then suddenly she was wrapping
her arms around Seven to keep her from falling and supporting
most of the blonde’s weight. Surprised she pulled away and
looked at Seven, only to see her eyes slowly open. She had never
seen Seven’s eyes so dark or so beautiful. “What happened?” she
asked huskily.
“I am unsure,” Seven said, sounding rather dazed, “My legs
malfunctioned.”
B’Elanna eased up her hold as Seven straightened, she was
puzzled by the reply until she thought disbelievingly, ‘Her
knees buckled?’ She almost chuckled, but the impulse faded away
as arousal, and her own awareness of her own sensual power over
the beautiful woman in her arms, sharply increased.
‘I’d love to pick her up in my arms and lay her down on the
bed.’ she thought, then, ‘Why not? I’m certain I can.’ Without
any more ado B’Elanna bent down, slid one arm under Seven’s
thighs and lifted her, startling the blonde who cried out and
grabbed onto her.
Seven stared up at her in wide eyed surprise, as she laid her
down on their bed. The surprise in her eyes, faded and was
overtaken once again by desire as B’Elanna climbed up on the bed
and stretched out beside her. B’Elanna leaned over the blonde,
just before their lips touched she whispered, “Malfunctioning
leg problem taken care of.”
If Seven intended to reply it was lost in the kiss that
followed. Reluctantly leaving the blonde’s lips B’Elanna traced
a path along one jaw line, then kissed, and lightly nipped her
way down the smooth, elegant neck. B’Elanna found herself
fascinated with the combination of sounds Seven was making, the
different pitches of soft cries, moans, and irregular breaths.
None of them were very loud, indeed they were all rather quiet,
but combined with the restless, constant small movements of
Seven’s body they were driving her wild with the desire to roll
on top of the woman and …Kahless, what was Seven trying to do to
her, arching her breasts against her, and rubbing her legs
against B’Elanna’s.
B’Elanna pulled back and looked at the woman beneath her,
Seven’s long blonde hair was spread out over the pillow, her
eyes were dark and glazed with arousal, her lips full and red,
and B’Elanna sucked in a sudden breath at how rawly sensual she
looked at this moment. Seven’s desire was so boldly, openly
shown that it shocked her until she realized that Seven didn’t
know what it felt like to be hurt by a sexual partner, she
didn’t know that she should hide how aroused she was, she had
never absorbed as she grew up around humans that proper girls
hid their sexual desires. The only concern Seven had was being
overwhelmed by the emotions she was feeling.
‘Slow it down Torres,’ she thought to herself, ‘ramp it up
slowly, let her get a chance to get used to things so she
doesn’t get scared.’ Following on those thoughts, ‘and don’t
teach her any hang-ups, Kahless, but she looks amazing like this
and I never want her to feel like she has to hide it.’
She focused on Seven’s eyes which were just starting to clear
and grow puzzled, “You are so beautiful, so very, very beautiful
Seven.” she said in a low intent tone. Moving slowly she sat up
and swung one leg over the blonde, ending up on her knees,
straddling Seven over her hips. She began exploring with her
hands, running them up the blonde’s arms, and gently stroking
over the implant embedded in the right bicep. Seven’s eyes
closed and she moaned lightly, it was enough to let B’Elanna
know what she had wanted to know. Placing one hand for balance
near Seven’s head, she leaned down and started exploring the
arch of the silvery implant around Seven’s eye with her lips and
tongue, while still gently stroking the one in her arm.
“B’Elanna,” gasped Seven, then moaned incoherently.
It was the first time Seven had spoken her name in passion, and
something inside B’Elanna whispered, ‘Mine,’ a low growl rumbled
up from her chest, and she held onto the feeling that hearing
her name had evoked.
Finally, reluctantly she pulled away once again from Seven and
waited until the blonde opened her eyes to look up at her.
Shifting backward she moved further down Seven’s legs, “Sit up
for a moment,” she requested. The optical implant rose slightly
at this request but Seven didn’t ask why, she just looked at her
curiously as she obeyed.
Sliding her hands up the gentle curves of the blonde’s hips,
B’Elanna gathered the edge of the camisole and lifted it, even
as she raised it past Seven’s waist, she had to be amused at how
much she wanted to see those full breasts. It wasn’t as if she
hadn’t seen them at least once a day for the past four months
after all, but right now, it was different, special. So
beautiful, full, and tipped with the loveliest shade of rose,
she thought, as she pulled the camisole over Seven’s helpfully
raised arms, and dropped it beside them.
A gasp from Seven brought her eyes from where they had been, up
to Seven’s face. The blonde had a surprised or maybe even
astonished, look on her face, as she examined the half-Klingon.
It confused B’Elanna, until she realized what Seven was seeing;
she almost tried to cover the extent of how aroused she was
until she remembered that she didn’t want to teach Seven to hide
her passion. Instead, she let her eyes drift back down to those
rose tipped breasts, let the desire and passion she was feeling
roll through her, and watched as they responded in an
unmistakable physical reaction to her gaze.
B’Elanna responded to the sight with an almost inaudible
possessive growl, and then met Seven’s eyes once again. They
were wider than before, but less surprise now and more matching
desire, and the blonde was breathing rapidly through her
slightly open mouth. “Slow deep breaths Seven,” she instructed,
not wanting the blonde to hyperventilate. Seven nodded and
brought her breathing back under control.
B’Elanna raised her arms over her head; her gaze never leaving
Seven’s and waited. It didn’t take long for the blonde to
understand the invitation; B’Elanna let her eyes close as she
focused on the feel of the hands touching her as they slid the
tank top upwards. An indrawn breath and her breasts were exposed
to Seven’s gaze. Knowing that the other woman wouldn’t be able
to lift the top much higher, she quickly stripped it off and
dropped it on the bed beside the camisole Seven had been
wearing.
Watching Seven, B’Elanna could tell that the blonde was intently
examining her naked form, and her gaze was not fixed upon her
breasts but wandered all over. She wondered at the entranced,
fascinated look on Seven’s face until she considered that
perhaps Seven, like herself, was looking at her with an entirely
new perspective. And of course, there was the fact that her body
had changed quite rapidly as a result of the treatments she had
undergone last week. Taller, heavier, slightly more muscular,
and her skin was just barely darker than it had been.
Finally Seven met her gaze again, “Lovers are permitted to look
at one another.”
It seemed both a statement and a question, and B’Elanna
belatedly remembered her long ago instruction to the blonde that
she wasn’t supposed to look at people while they were bathing,
and then shortly there after the instruction was expanded to you
weren’t supposed to look at people when they were nude. ‘Not,’
she thought to herself in amusement, thinking of when she had
caught Seven staring in the bathroom earlier, ‘that she’s been
following those instructions too well. Of course neither have
I.’ she admitted to herself honestly.
“Yes, lovers look at one another,” B’Elanna agreed, “And touch
one another,” she added huskily.
By now they had shifted around until they were kneeling in front
of one another, and when Seven realized the statement was an
invitation she immediately acted upon it. B’Elanna was surprised
when Seven began by touching her shoulders and arms, instead of
where she had expected. She was contented to let the blonde take
her time until she realized that Seven was only touching her
with her fully human hand.
Raising one hand palm up in front of her, B’Elanna asked, “May I
have your hand?”
Seven immediately placed the hand she had been using to explore
B’Elanna in the half-Klingon’s. “Your other hand,” B’Elanna
specified, as if she hadn’t known that Seven would choose that
hand. Seven hesitated; looking at her with a slight frown then
reluctantly removed her right hand and replaced it with her left
one.
Curious, B’Elanna stroked the ridged metal on the back of
Seven’s hand, surprised to find that the metal was much smoother
than it looked. As with Seven’s other implants, the metallic
material was not cool, but the same temperature as her skin. “Do
you feel things with your exoskeleton like you do in your other
implants?” she asked curiously, suspecting that the answer had
to be no, as Seven used this hand every day, and hadn’t shown
any signs that touching things with it pained her.
“My exoskeleton contains sensors for pressure and temperature
like those in my other implants, and also sensors for light,
humidity, and strain.” Seven looked at her hand in B’Elanna’s,
“The sensitivity of its temperature and pressure sensors is
comparable to the sensitivity of those in the skin around it,
but my exoskeleton contains one point five times as many of
these types of sensors per area, thus the sensitivity in it is
more…detailed than what I can feel in this hand.” Seven held up
her human hand.
“Really,” B’Elanna purred and slowly smiled. She knew the
conversation had cooled the blonde’s desire, now she intended to
regain that lost ground.
The comment had definitely caught Seven’s attention; she could
tell from the curious look Seven was currently giving her.
Before Seven could react, B’Elanna lifted the hand she was
holding and ran the tip of her tongue along the metal capped
index finger of Seven’s left hand. At any other time the stunned
look on Seven’s face would have sent her into gales of laughter.
“So that feels different than,” she took Seven’s other hand and
repeated the experiment, “that?”
Seven blinked slowly once, “yes?” she answered hesitatingly.
“You don’t sound too sure,” B’Elanna noted with a knowing grin.
This time she slowly drew the metal capped finger into her
mouth, watching Seven intently. Seven’s gaze was locked onto her
mouth, and as B’Elanna teased the metal capped tip of her finger
Seven’s eyes dilated and darkened. Deciding that the blonde
wasn’t yet aroused enough, B’Elanna drew the finger deeper into
her mouth, and let her tongue play with the edges of the banding
where metal and flesh met, noting that Seven had stopped
breathing as soon as she did so. Slowly releasing the finger she
advised, “Breathe Seven.”
The blonde took in a startled gasp, obviously not having
realized that she had stopped sometime during the experiment.
Before Seven could fully recover she gave the same treatment to
the same finger of the right hand.
“So,” B’Elanna looked into darkened blue eyes with satisfaction,
“if I were to do that again, with which hand would you get the
most pleasure.”
Seven stared at her for a moment, and B’Elanna saw her eyes
flicker from her left hand to the half-Klingon’s mouth before
she admitted, “My left hand.”
Slowly, her eyes never leaving Seven’s, B’Elanna caressed and
teased the metal tipped fingers with her tongue and mouth, and
watched Seven watch her. When the blonde closed her eyes and
whispered her name in a pleading tone, she gave them one last
kiss and reluctantly let them go.
Seven’s eyes fluttered open just as B’Elanna said, “Lay down, I
want to feel you against me.” her need plain within her tones.
B’Elanna moaned in pleasure as she lay down beside, and
partially on top of the blonde. Seven’s skin was just slightly
cooler than hers due to the difference in their body
temperatures, but the difference was not at all unpleasant.
Looking down into Seven’s face she lifted her torso and
requested, “Put your right arm around me.” A moment of
hesitation, while Seven figured out what she wanted, then the
blonde eased her arm under B’Elanna and wrapped it around the
half-Klingon’s back, and then lifted so B’Elanna could put her
right arm under the blonde’s back.
“Good,” B’Elanna commented. Then she leaned down and began
kissing Seven once again. As before the blonde’s lips
immediately softened under hers and she took the invitation and
deepened the kiss. As she stroked and caressed the blonde’s
mouth and tongue with her own her hand drifted down and she
caressed the soft fullness of Seven’s breasts for the first
time.
Seven whimpering into her mouth in response to her touch
inflamed her, and during the time span that followed it was all
B’Elanna could do to keep forefront in her mind that this time
was for Seven. That Seven’s first time was going to be as good
as she could possibly make it. There were moments she struggled
with that resolve, such as when she covered Seven’s breast with
her mouth for the first time and played with the hardened nipple
with her tongue and grazed it with her teeth. Seven’s passionate
responsive cry and the feel of the blonde’s body bucking
underneath her own was intensely provocative.
Then suddenly it became very easy. The last remaining pieces of
clothing had been removed, and as B’Elanna touched another woman
intimately for the first time, her own desire was completely
eclipsed by wonder. Wonder as she watched Seven’s face as the
blonde felt an intimate touch for the first time, she could see
the moment Seven’s focus became entirely inward, concentrating
on the sensations the half-Klingon’s fingers were producing as
they touched her. Wonder, surprise, awe and finally such a look
of pleasure, that B’Elanna felt her own need drop away, and she
was left in a place of calm as she watched the expressions on
Seven’s face and in her eyes.
Finally the moment seemed right, B’Elanna inhaled sharply and
focused for a moment on the sensations she was feeling as she
slowly entered Seven. The blonde was tight; one finger was all
B’Elanna was sure would be comfortable for her. So tight, so
soft, so smooth and wet, B’Elanna was pressing in gently when
Seven surged against her hand, burying B’Elanna’s finger deeply
inside.
“Ahh,” Seven cried out, then in an almost sobbing voice,
“B’Elanna.”
“I’m here, I’m right here,” B’Elanna answered, seeing from
Seven’s face that the blonde was feeling overwhelmed and
confused. “Shhh, shhh, its alright, I’ve got you. Just go with
it Seven, your body knows what it wants, just let your body show
you what to do next.”
Seven looked up at her, and what she saw there must have been
all the reassurance she needed, for she simply nodded and seemed
to immediately calm. Slowly she rocked her hips forward and
B’Elanna instinctually met them with a slow thrust. “Ohh,” Seven
cried out and there was both wonder and deep pleasure in the
tone, a softer “Oh,” followed on the next thrust. Then Seven
turned her head and buried her face in B’Elanna’s chest,
“B’Elanna,” she cried softly.
B’Elanna had automatically shifted slightly to accommodate
Seven’s new position, and now as she thrust slowly into the
blonde, and gently stroked her clit with her thumb, she looked
down into Seven’s face where it nestled against her. A
possessive growl rumbled softly from her mouth, and ‘Mine,’ rang
strongly through her mind, as she looked down into Seven’s
passion flushed face.
‘Soon,’ she thought as Seven’s counter-thrusts quickened, the
blonde’s breath dissolved into panting soft cries, and B’Elanna
could feel the rising tension in Seven’s body. “Beautiful, so
beautiful,” she crooned soft encouragement. “That’s right just
let it flow, let it build my beautiful one.”
Seven whimpered and held onto her more tightly in response. Then
finally, after a minute or so, it happened, unmistakably
B’Elanna felt the muscles around her finger tighten, Seven let
out a surprised moan and her eyes opened wide for a moment. Then
another moan, this time louder and the blue eyes closed and
Seven threw her head back.
“That’s right, come for me,” B’Elanna whispered, completely
caught up in the moment, almost wishing that she had Seven’s
cortical node so she could remember how Seven looked at this
precise moment, her head thrown back, her mouth just slightly
open, and the open, naked look of pleasure on her face as the
muscles of her channel tightened around B’Elanna’s finger, and
the muscles further in fluttered against her finger tip.
Slowly the beautiful look of pleasure faded, and Seven’s face
smoothed into a peaceful expression as her entire body relaxed.
Gently B’Elanna withdrew her finger and shifted, throwing one
leg over Seven’s and cradling her protectively her arms.
B’Elanna waited patiently, watching Seven and wondering if she
had fallen asleep. Finally Seven’s eyes opened slowly and looked
up at her, Seven didn’t speak and there was such a look of
wonder and awe in the blue eyes that B’Elanna felt both cocky
and humble for her part in putting it there.
“Pleasure is not irrelevant,” Seven finally stated solemnly.
B’Elanna almost chuckled, but forced it down, not wanting to
hurt Seven’s feelings. For the former Borg it was a profound
statement of how much their lovemaking had affected her. An
upwelling of tenderness chased away the mirth and B’Elanna
smiled gently as she responded, “No it’s not.”
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Chapter 16 - Stardate 52539.1 (July 16, 2375 11:05pm)
B’Elanna stared blankly into space, arms wrapped around the
woman so sweetly nestled against her. It wasn’t that she had any
regrets, she didn’t. It was just so strange to think that only
five months ago she hated Seven, or more accurately she hated
the person she had though Seven was, and tonight… tonight, she
had been Seven’s first lover, and Seven had become her lover.
It was just… where did they go from here, how should she treat
Seven in the morning, how did Seven want her to act? What did
she feel for Seven? What did Seven feel for her?
Their lovemaking had been so intense, so open, and it was not
only the intimacy of watching and feeling Seven orgasm for the
blonde’s very first time, but afterward, when Seven had asked
B’Elanna to teach her how to make love so that B’Elanna could
experience what Seven had. And she had, influenced by Seven’s
innocent sensual openness, she had been more frank and open with
the blonde than any other lover, letting Seven know what pleased
her, what felt good, how she liked to be touched with a certain
level of firmness, a certain intensity, but never roughly.
She had never told anyone so explicitly what to do to arouse
her. From admitting that she liked having her shoulders bitten,
to asking Seven to gently bite her nipples, and when Seven had
asked how much pressure constituted ‘gently,’ she had candidly
replied “gradually bite harder until I tell you it’s enough.”
Seven had been a quick learner, and before B’Elanna knew it she
had found herself at the mercy of a lover who suddenly seemed to
have an almost innate sense of exactly how to touch her to give
her the most pleasure. Seven’s eyes had locked on hers as they
made love, giving her the level of contact she craved. Seven’s
touch became confidently firm, demanding her responses, and
giving B’Elanna the security she needed in Seven’s desire for
her.
At the end, Seven had been crouched over her, most of her left
hand buried inside B’Elanna, meeting the slow thrusting of her
hips unhesitatingly, while with the other she stroked her
clitoris with a firm, constant, maddeningly perfect, pressure.
It hadn’t taken long under such attentions that she had loudly
cried out her release, and surrendered to the waves of pleasure
that Seven’s touch aroused.
Afterward, Seven had stretched out beside her, and just as
B’Elanna had done for her, cradled the half-Klingon in her arms.
After a brief moment of surprise, B’Elanna had relaxed into the
blonde’s body, allowing herself to enjoy the tender way Seven
was stroking her back and pressing slow, light kisses into her
hair. It was, of course, the same as she had done while Seven
rested, she hadn’t thought much of it at the time, except that
it was what she felt like doing as the blonde cuddled against
her.
She had looked up into Seven’s eyes, they had been so blue
still, and held such an expression of tenderness and caring that
it had taken her breath away for a moment. She could count on
one hand the number of people she could recall that had looked
at her as if they truly cherished her. Her father when she was
young, her mother before they had begun arguing constantly, Tom
sometimes especially after they made love, and now Seven.
Shortly afterward they had curled up together and Seven had
fallen asleep, leaving B’Elanna to contemplate the woman
sleeping in her arms and wonder at the direction their
relationship had just taken. It didn’t really matter right now
to B’Elanna that it was what their captors wanted, it didn’t
even really matter much that she hadn’t desired Seven before the
treatments last week. She wasn’t really thinking about the why’s
of what had happened, she was thinking about her own emotions,
and Seven’s.
Now she was wondering about her past assumption that Seven had
only been taking care of a member of her Collective, one that
had become a friend. Now she was wondering if friendship had
changed into something else before last week for Seven, because
the look in Seven’s eye… She would swear that it had been
somewhat more than just affection for a friend.
Only…, she wasn’t sure what she felt for Seven. Before tonight
she would have unhesitatingly said friendship, but that had been
before. Before she had touched and felt how smooth, soft and
inviting Seven’s body could be…before she had watched and seen
how sensual Seven looked when aroused…before she had listened to
Seven’s soft cries and moans when she touched her…before she had
realized how enthralling making love to Seven could be, and
certainly before she knew what it was like for Seven to make
love to her.
Now she didn’t know what she felt for Seven. Love? No, she
thought not, at least not yet, but she had the uneasy feeling
that Seven would be all too easy for her to fall in love with.
Lust? Oh definitely, she was certainly feeling that for the
blonde beauty. The mere memory of Seven lying beneath her with
her hair spread out, lips reddened from her kisses, and those
eyes, so dark, so alive with desire, B’Elanna shuddered; just
the memory of how Seven had looked was enough to reawaken her
desire.
B’Elanna raised herself up on her elbow and examined the
sleeping face of the woman next to her. Ruefully she
acknowledged that she hadn’t felt this level of physical
attraction for anyone, not even Tom Paris. Easing back down, she
allowed herself to wonder how Tom was doing, if he had gotten
out of solitary alright, if Harry had helped him, and wondered
if he had gone back to Megan Delaney yet.
Memories of Tom had once made her angry and despondent at the
thought of never seeing him again, now though she only felt
mildly sad at the thought of what might have been, but now
wouldn’t. Nuzzling her face into Seven’s blonde hair, she
inhaled deeply, absorbing the scent of her new lover. ‘Goodbye
Tom, I hope you find someone to love you.’ She wished silently.
“B’Elanna,” a husky whisper drew her attention.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” B’Elanna softly
apologized. She loosened her hold as Seven shifted, rolled over
onto her back and looked up at her, still sleepy eyed.
Seven reached up with one silver banded hand and gently traced
the ridges in her forehead tenderly. Seven’s eyes were focused
upon her hand, but then shifted to meet B’Elanna’s, and there it
was again, that gentle, caring look, the same one from earlier,
the one that said to B’Elanna that she meant something to Seven
beyond friendship.
Lips so soft, full and inviting, B’Elanna did not really
remember initiating the kiss, only that Seven’s arms were
winding around her back and not so subtly letting her know that
Seven wanted B’Elanna on top of her. The half-Klingon gave into
the gentle pressure and rolled on top of the smaller woman,
being careful to support most of her weight on one knee and arm.
“B’Elanna,” Seven cried pleadingly against her lips and arched
into her.
B’Elanna inhaled through her mouth and nose, taking in the
mingling of woman and machine that was Seven’s unique scent,
along with the heavier musk of her arousal. “Yes,” B’Elanna
growled in reply.
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Chapter 17 – Stardate 52547.62 (July 19, 2375 09:11pm)
“You are so beautiful,” whispered B’Elanna reverently as she
stroked Seven’s arm. She frowned as Seven’s eyes shifted
uneasily from hers at the words. “Seven?” she questioned
concerned. Seven remained silent, and would not look at her.
B’Elanna could feel the sudden tension in the formerly very
relaxed body lying so closely against her. The half-Klingon
searched the averted features of the blonde, trying to figure
out why the statement had bothered her so, and why she didn’t
want to admit that it had.
“Don’t you think your beautiful?” she hazarded a guess as to
what the issue was after thinking about the way Seven hadn’t
wanted to touch her with her left hand the first day they had
made love, until she had made it clear by making love to the
metal banded fingers with her mouth, that she certainly didn’t
mind them touching her.
Seven’s eyes met hers’ for a moment then flickered away again.
“I am aware that my physical appearance is considered appealing,
B’Elanna.” the blonde paused, “Thank you.”
‘What the hell? Where did that come from,’ B’Elanna thought.
“Seven?” she said uncertainly, “What are you talking about, your
beautiful in so many more ways than just physically.”
Seven’s eyes met hers once again and B’Elanna was dismayed at
the amount of hurt and confusion revealed in them. “B’Elanna I
am…” Seven trailed off.
B’Elanna pulled Seven into a tight embrace, responding to the
pleading look in her blue eyes. She didn’t know exactly what was
wrong but she recognized that look, Seven got it sometimes when
she was trying to figure something out, but found whatever it
was too painful and confusing. “What’s wrong,” she whispered
into blonde hair.
“I am…” Seven’s muffled voice trailed off again for a moment, “I
find that I am remembering events from Voyager, and I do not
understand why.” The blonde’s tone betrayed her sadness.
She frowned, “What events?” Seven just buried her head against
her chest in reply and squirmed closer. B’Elanna shifted so she
could hold the blonde more securely against her; deeply
concerned that Seven was hiding from her and not responding. She
was somewhat amused that the blonde was hiding from her by
apparently trying to hiding under her, and pleased that whatever
was bothering Seven, the blonde wasn’t responding by pulling
away from her, but was silently asking for reassurance.
Reassurance, her mind latched on to the word, suddenly a bit
less pleased with the fact than she had been. Why did Seven need
reassurance from her, did she think B’Elanna would be displeased
or angry by whatever these events were? A memory surfaced, and
suddenly B’Elanna suspected she knew exactly what Seven was
remembering, and why her statement would have triggered the
response it had gotten.
Harry had been staring at the Borg, longing apparent in his eyes
when B’Elanna had come up beside him and started harassing him.
“Yea, well physically she might be beautiful, but it’s only on
the outside, inside she’s just a machine, emotionless and cold.
Don’t be taken in by the packaging, Starfleet, you’ll just get
hurt.” Seven had looked up then, and she had thought the drone
had heard, but Seven simply walked past them, remote and
distant, as always. It had been the first time she had said
something like that, but it certainly hadn’t been the last.
Variations of it had become her stock answer to anyone
commenting favorably about Seven’s looks.
B’Elanna closed her eyes, feeling the all too familiar stirrings
of remorse. ‘I’m so tired of feeling this, haven’t I apologized
enough?’ she thought. Then her eyes snapped open and her body
stilled as she thought intently. ‘When have I apologized to
her?’ she asked herself bluntly. Her mind came up with a few
answers, but they were all for specific incidents. She had been
feeling remorseful for quite awhile, and had apologized in her
mind frequently. But actually telling Seven that she was sorry
for the things she had said and the way she had treated her…No,
she hadn’t actually done that.
She looked down at the woman buried against her chest, once her
enemy, now her lover, and her friend. She had probably been one
of the nastiest people on Voyager to Seven, and yet, the blonde
forgave her enough to let her get this close. But B’Elanna’s
past actions and words, the one’s she had somehow, against all
rational expectations, hoped Seven had forgotten, could not, and
obviously were not, forgotten. B’Elanna suspected their current
closeness was what triggered Seven’s memories of the past,
evoking comparisons between B’Elanna’s past actions and her
present behavior.
If she was right, it would also explain why Seven wouldn’t
particularly want to bring the subject up. She knew that Seven
enjoyed the recent change in their relationship, and having
decided that pleasure was relevant, had become quite interested
in both experiencing and giving it. B’Elanna suspected she
didn’t want to do, or bring up anything, that might result in a
disruption of the new physical intimacy in their relationship.
And then of course there was the other consideration, namely
Seven’s emotions for her, even though the half-Klingon only had
suspicions about what they might be. She couldn’t imagine that
if she was right, and Seven cared for her as much as she thought
she did, that Seven would want to hurt her by bringing up those
incidents.
“Seven,” she whispered sorrowfully, “are you remembering the
things I used to say about you.” Seven’s body jerked slightly,
then stilled completely, “It’s alright, Seven. Shhh, shhh,” she
murmured, “please look at me, Seven.” She entreated but Seven
shook her head silently and pressed her head against B’Elanna
more tightly.
“Seven,” she requested, “I’d like for you to look at me when I
beg you for forgiveness.”
Seven slowly pulled away, “B’Elanna?” she questioned, confused.
B’Elanna stared for a moment at the blonde, eyes tracing the
silvery implant around what she knew was an artificial eye, the
real one taken from a young Annika Hansen while still a child.
She stared into blue eyes that, just as the cliché claimed, were
windows into Seven’s soul, once a child, once a Borg, now a
woman trying to discover who and what she was.
B’Elanna did not notice when the nervousness left, and surety
took its place, but without thought, without considering whether
they were the proper words, she spoke, “They say the eyes are
the windows of the soul, in yours I see the child you were, the
remains of the drone the Borg forced you to be, and the
wonderful, caring, nurturing, funny, startlingly intelligent
person that you have, and continue, to become. I was such a
fool; I don’t even understand now why I was so mean to you, why
I had to see you as just a drone.”
She paused, noting with amusement the clearly astonished look
Seven was giving her, “I didn’t see you Seven, I saw only what I
wanted to see. I didn’t see who you were until a few days after
we came here. I was wrong Seven, so very wrong.” Gently she
reached over and cupped Seven’s face, “You are beautiful, both
inside and out, never doubt that.” Their eyes met for a long
moment, Seven’s searching, questioning, and B’Elanna trying to
show how much she meant the words she had just spoken.
“Can you forgive me for the things I’ve said to you, the way I
treated you?” B’Elanna asked humbly.
Seven nodded, “Yes,” she whispered her eyes soft and bright.
B’Elanna gently trailed her hand down the blonde’s face, reached
for Seven’s left hand. Seven did not resist as she brought it to
her chest, and pressed it against the skin above her dual
hearts, feeling the exoskeleton banding pressing against her
skin. “Seven of Nine, Annika Hansen,” she said in a somewhat
more formal tone, allowing herself to experience all of the
guilt and remorse she felt over her actions. “I beg you to
forgive me for the things I said, the way I treated you.”
She would have gone on, but Seven levered herself up from where
she had been lying and placed her lips over B’Elanna’s. Their
lips moved against one another for a long moment until Seven
pulled back, “Do not beg B’Elanna. I forgive you.” she said
gently.
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