Detente
 

B’Elanna never failed to notice Seven, whatever she was doing, wherever she was. This time was no different. The jumpsuited blonde strode into Engineering with an air of untouchability. Perhaps she put that on to avoid having crew members fawn over her. I know I’m just jealous, Torres thought, because Katherine can’t take her eyes ( or hands ) off of her, but Jesus, can’t she wear a regular uniform? B’Elanna studiously ignored the woman, until the Borg had gotten within inches of her.

“ I have come to assist you. “ She said, matter-of-factly. She smelled of flowers. It was oddly compelling. B’Elanna resisted the urge to draw in a deep breath, to take in the odor, to allow it to waft over her tastebuds like a fine wine.

“ I don’t need assistance. “ Torres finally managed.

Seven’s eyebrows raised. She said nothing for a moment. “ I have been ordered by the Captain to assist you. “

“ That’s nice “ Torres was quickly becoming annoyed. “ I still don’t need any assistance. “

Once, again, Seven paused. She was clearly unprepared for that particular response. Torres was busy trying to exclude the image of Seven’s last visit to their quarters from her mind. The last thing she needed was for the girl to pick up some sort of pheromone or body language that ...

Seven spoke quietly this time, almost in a whisper. “ May I speak to you in private? “

A loud sigh escaped B’Elanna’s lips before she could help it. She was clearly at an obvious breaking point in her work and any protestations to the contrary would be recognized by Seven. There was no escape. “ My office. “

Seven turned and preceded her out of main engineering to B’Elanna’s small office. The door whisked shut behind them, and Seven stood, arms behind her back, as Torres sat behind her desk.

Seven pondered for a moment. “ Lieutenant Torres, I do not understand your attitude. “

“ You don’t have to. “

“ But ... “

“ There is no but. I don’t need help, you’ll just be in the way. “

Seven was clearly rankled by that. “ I will not be ... in the way. I am a more than competent engineer. “

“ So am I. “

Seven realized that the professional approach was not working. When Janeway had told her she wanted the two of them to get along better, and asked Seven to seek B’Elanna out, she had intimated that it would not work. The Borg in Seven quickly reviewed her options and found only one.

Torres was speaking. “ Very well. If you do not need my help I will not insist. “ B’Elanna, showing obvious relief, got up from her chair and started for the door. Seven, without a pause, grabbed the half-klingon by the arm, spun her around and threw her into the wall. B’Elanna flattened out against the wall, and remained motionless from surprise. “ What the hell do you think you’re doing?! “

Seven merely stared at her, her face devoid of all expression. B’Elanna did not move, and watched in disbelief as the blonde’s teeth were slightly bared. Her nipples stood erect through the flimsy material of the jumpsuit.

Torres was overcome by feelings of both arousal and fear. There was a choice which to give in to, and she made it. She started for the door again. Seven made no move to stop her, but said, through her teeth, “ I know what you want. “

Torres escaped into engineering, and composed herself long enough for the Borg to pass her, and out the main doors. Several of the other crew members on duty noticed that, as the doors slid shut behind the girl, Torres visibly slumped against the console.

*what is going on* she thought. She raised her hand to her commbadge, to call Katherine. But the Captain was on the bridge, where everyone would hear the conversation. Maybe she should go up there ...

Don’t be ridiculous, B’Elanna, she thought. Pull yourself together. It can wait till you’re off duty ....

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It occupied her mind all day. For some reason, new orders kept arriving from the bridge which forced her to remain in Engineering. There was no opportunity to talk to Katherine. For hours her blood boiled, alternatively from anger and desire. There was recourse to neither. That night in their quarters kept replaying in her mind. Seven standing in the doorway, naked, and touching herself. The feel of Katherine’s hands on her as she tasted the girl for the first time. The experience of watching her lover kiss the blonde, the feeling of power she received from telling her what to do ....

Finally, it was time to go off duty. Not a moment too soon. Torres bound out of engineering, and managed to wait till she was in the turbolift until asking the computer where Katherine was. She wasn’t sure whether she would go and complain about Seven’s actions, or simply lock the office door and take the woman right there on the desk.

“ Captain Janeway is in her office. “ Good, finally I’ll get to see her. The turbolift opened onto the bridge, and Torres made directly for the office door without making eye contact with anyone. If Seven had been on the bridge, she didn’t know whether she could stand it. She entered the office, to find Janeway in conference with Tuvok and Chakotay.

“ Captain, sorry to interrupt ... “

“ B’Elanna ... we’re in a meeting right now, about the Atarians ... it’ll probably take a couple hours, I’m sorry, I can’t make any time right now. “ Janeway said, almost too convincingly. Why was she acting so strange, so formal? Everyone knows about us ...

“ ... all right. I suppose it can wait. “ B’Elanna slowly turned and left the office.

Paris got on the turbolift as she did. Wonderful, that’s all I need ... Tom Paris flirting with me when I’m in this state ...

“ How’re you? “ Tom asked absent-mindedly.

“ *Wouldn’t you like to know*” B’Elanna said under her breath.

“ Excuse me? “ Paris asked.

She considered repeating it loud enough for him to understand. The human part of her decided against it. “ Tired, doesn’t it show? “ good, that at least rhymed.

“ I guess. “ Paris said. “ Deck five. “

“ Deck six. “

He said nothing else until the turbolift doors opened on deck five, and he called out behind him as he walked out into the corridor, “ Try to get some rest, you’ll feel better. “

The doors closed behind him. “ *Gee, thanks, doctor Paris*. “ she muttered. She felt a momentary twinge of embarrassment at being so testy. He was only making conversation, after all ... he couldn’t know. The doors opened again, on her deck, and she made quickly for her quarters, the quarters she shared with the Captain. Her Captain.

They were roomy, more so than the quarters she’d been initially assigned when coming on board. well, there were some perks to being the Captain’s lover. In regular service, you’d get court-martialed for fraternization. Here, in the depths of the Delta quadrant, you got nice quarters and very interesiting pillow talk. And very good reason to wear a beaming smile on your face in the morning ... if your Captain happened to be Katherine Janeway.

B’Elanna changed into something she knew Katherine would appreciate, the little black dress that came only halfway down to her knees. It had taken time for her to learn how to strategically place one hand in her lap to protect her from prying eyes when sitting ... a skill she sometimes conveniently ‘forgot’ when she was alone with Katherine. Nothing was surer to get her lover in the mood than a teasing glance, a coy look, a brush of the hand. Janeway (generally) appreciated subtlety. The way Torres was feeling tonight, there would be no subtelty. She was already preparing her pounce when the communicator chimed.

“ Torres here. “

“ B’Elanna, this is Katherine, listen, I’m sorry ... we’ve recieved another communique from the Atarians, they want another meeting. It looks like I’ll have to be later. Probably much later. Don’t wait up. Janeway out. “

“ But .... “ the circuit was already closed, there was no arguing the point. B’Elanna sat heavily on the couch, wondering how she would manage the evening. Maybe a cold shower. Maybe she should go down to the holodeck and use her calisthenics program. The one with the realistic gore when she cut the holographic Romulan attackers in half ... or maybe a more ‘stimulating’ program. The ones that Seven had found were sure to be entertaining ...

Seven. It all came down to her. B’Elanna hated herself for being so distracted by the girl. Janeway had explained that being in a position to ‘guide’ someone, to ‘teach’ them ... could be very exciting. There was no doubt that their evening together, the three of them, had given Torres a great deal of pleasure. But did the pleasure come from fucking Seven, or from sharing her with Katherine. There’s only one way to find out, Janeway had said. I’m sure.

“ Like I’m going to go seduce her. I have what I need. “ B’Elanna responded, and Janeway had only smiled. “ It’s not about what you *need*. It’s about what you *desire* “

B’Elanna leaned back in the couch, and crossed her legs. She looked around the room, and it seemed very empty indeed. “ computer, locate Seven of Nine. “

“ Seven of Nine is on deck six, outside Captain Janeway’s quarters. “

B’Elanna leaned up with a start. Here? And Katherine in a late meeting. She couldn’t have set this up, could she? A little conspiracy to get her little klingon to partake ... She rose, and walked to the door, pausing just outside of it’s sensor range. If this is going to ... if this is going to happen, it’s gonna be on*my* terms. She stepped forward, and the doors swished open, and there stood Seven, in a jumpsuit Torres had not seen before. It was jet black, and shiny. It seemed impossible, but it accentuated the girls’ figure even more than the others did. Seven opened her mouth as if to say something, but before she could, B’Elanna reached out, stuck her fingers in the v-neck front of the jumpsuit, and pulled. The girl was whipped forward into the room, past B’Elanna and fell onto the floor, landing with a thump. The doors closed. Torres found it all terribly satisfying. She almost laughed, but brought a stern and commanding expression to her face instead.

“ Alright. Listen to me. “ She stepped forward to within inches as the girl regained her feet. “ You may think you know what I want, but you have *NO IDEA*. I am in charge. You do *EXACTLY* as I say and I you might not get hurt. “ might not. Seven listened impassively. That only served to annoy B’Elanna. She grabbed the girl and hurled her at the couch. She watched as the borg rolled across it, and then managed to right herself into a sitting position. B’Elanna walked slowly over, running her hands down the side of her black dress to smooth it against her body. She noticed Seven was staring at the small bulges where her hard nipples showed through the dress. Well, that was a switch.

“ Get on your feet. “

There was very little hesitation. Seven had still said nothing, and now opened her mouth again, only to see a scowl manifest itself on B’Elanna’s face. The mouth closed again, and she stood, as if at attention.

“ Good. “ Torres studied her for a moment. She was breathing somewhat heavily, and her breasts heaved up and down with each intake, and exhilation. Her hands were clenched at her sides. B’Elanna stepped very close to her, and took one of her hands, raised it in the air in front of her face, and forced it open. She looked at the palm, the soft pink skin, and then moved it close to her face, and drew in a breath. The girls’ smell was faint, almost metallic. But under that, mixed with the odor of latex, was the smell of a woman. The girl still made no sound as B’Elanna closed her teeth gently around the fleshy skin of her palm, applying mo more pressure than she did with Katherine.

She looked up, and the girls’ eyes were closed. I’ll bet Katherine told her what to expect. ‘ A little roughhousing, but sooner or later, she’ll get down to business the way everyone does ... ‘ Sure. Time to show off my spontenaiety.

B’Elanna put the flat of her hands against the girls’ chest, and pushed. Seven stumbled backwards into the bedroom, a look of surprise on her face. B’Elanna followed her through the door, and pushed her again so that she clutched to the corner of the bed to keep from falling down.

“ It is not nescessary to ... “ Seven began, and was interrupted by the flat of B’Elanna’s palm across her face. The report reverberated off the walls, and the girls own hand went up to cover her cheek, and a look of shock formed.

“ *I* decide what’s nescessary. Stand up, right now. Take off your clothes, *right now* “

Seven hesitated again, until B’Elanna took a step towards her, and then immediately reached for the clasps on her jumpsuit as she stood. The front of it opened, and it well from her body. Underneath, she was wearing a black bra which pushed her breasts up and together, and a very ... economical g-string bikini bottom. It was, B’Elanna observed, very flattering. She consciously did not smile. Seven reached around behind her to the clasp of the bra.

“ No. Leave it.“ Torres snapped, and Seven’s hands fell to her sides. Torres stepped closer to the girl, and cupped one of her breasts in her hand. She closed her thumb and forefinger over the nipple, and pinched, hard. She locked her gaze with Sevens’, until the girl closed her eyes. Only then did she allow herself to smile. She released her grasp and Sevens’ eyes opened. “ Turn around. Right now. And lean over, putting your hands on the edge of the bed. Right now.“

Seven immediately turned, and leaned down, facing away from B’Elanna, revealing her behind. B’Elanna reached out and ran her palm along the flesh of Seven’s ass. She drew the hand back as if to lay a smack across the creamy white globes, and then thought better of it. Instead she placed both hands, one on each buttock, and began kneading them, grinding her fingers in, leaving white fingermarks. Seven moaned, and that, B’Elanna thought, was a good time for the smack, and she delivered a resounding blow, leaving the white flesh jiggling and red. “ Don’t make *any* noise. “

She stepped back to take in the spectacle before her. Seven, leaning on the bed, covered by only the slightest of undergarments, her ass still vibrating from the slap, her large breasts hanging under her, her eyes closed. “ Stand up. Don’t turn around. Do it. “

Seven stood, arms at her sides, and did not turn. B’Elanna reached up and took the bra clasp in her hands, deftly undoing it. She pulled the garment off, freeing the girls’ large breasts. She reached around, her hands open, and ran her open palms slowly back and forth across Seven’s nipples, until they were rock hard. The girl let out another soft moan, and Torres immediately withdrew her hands and gave Seven’s ass another slap. “ I said not to make any noise. “ She placed her hand in the center of Seven’s back and pushed. The girl flew onto the bed, landing face down amidst the tousled covers and pillows. “ Now. Turn over. “

Seven’s face held an expression not as much of fear as of resignation. There was also a touch of arousal, particularly in the open mouth. She lay on the bed, wearing only the g-string panties, propped up on her elbows. B’Elanna looked at her, watched her breasts move up and down with her breathing, saw as she bit her pouty bottom lip, saw the curled toes rubbing along her shin ...

“ Take off the panties. “ I hate that word. So diminutive for such a powerful article. They hid, and, when removed, revealed what B’Elanna, at that instant, wanted most. Sevens fingers curled under the slight band and pushed downward, carrying the string with them over the knees, and down to her ankles. She kicked them deftly off, and leaned back on her elbows, totally nude. Her thighs were fast together, and one knee was arched up, her foot beside the other knee. It was a picture that could have been painted by one of the great masters.

“ Very nice. “ She allowed the girl that much. “ Now. This is important. Roll back over. Put your arms and legs out so they’re at the corners of the bed. After that, don’t move. Say *nothing*. “ B’Elanna watched as her instructions were carried out, and in the end, the girl was spread-eagled face down on the bed. Her gorgeous ass lay invitingle in the middle, and the dark ( and B’Elanna noticed, damp ) patch at it’s base, though in shadow, was open to her. It took all Torres’ will not to climb onto the bed and lay atop the girl, applying every skill in her possetion to that skin, touching every inch with her knowledgeable tongue. Instead she got four silken pieces of fabric, a gift from Katherine, from the dresser. It was only appropriate, after all. She tied one to each corner of the bed, and then to Seven’s hands and feet, so the girl was bound inextricably to the surface of the bed. Usually when she tied Katherine, she was face up, which made it easier to ... but for now, it was not to *give* pleasure that she labored.

“ Now. “ B’Elanna pondered on what exactly she was going to do. So far she had been improvising, more or less succesfully. But this required some thought. Perhaps Seven herself could give some clue. “ You can talk now. “

There was nothing, for a moment, and then ... “ May I ... may I ask a question? “

B’Elanna smirked. “ You may ask. That doesn’t mean I will answer ... or that you’ll be pleased with the answer if I do. “

“ .... Are you going to continue beating me? “

“ If I choose. “ B’Elanna sat on the bottom edge of the bed, between the girls’ heels, and stared at the wall. What am I going to do? “

Seven obviously took great pains in formulating what she said next. “ If it gives you pleasure to beat me ... “ there was another pause. B’Elanna waited patiently for the end of the question. “ If it gives you pleasure ... I will consent ... there is no need to bind me. “

An eyebrow raised on B’Elanna’s forehead. Indeed. “ Does it give you pleasure? “

Again there was a pause. “ It ... is not entirely unpleasant. I ... understand that you will not injure me. “ Seven conluded meekly.

“ Don’t be so sure. I’ve drawn blood before. “ B’Elanna said, darkly.

Seven said nothing. B’Elanna turned, leaned forward, and ran her hand gently down Sevens’ bare back. “ You have good skin, though, it would be a shame to mark it permanently. “ She squeezed the girls buttocks, and brushed the back of her hand against the inside of her thigh. I should just leave her here for when Katherine gets home. ‘oh, hi, honey, I left a present for you on the bed .. ‘

B’Elanna traced a finger over Sevens’ labia, collecting the dewdrops of wetness, spreading them over the length of the opening. The girls’ breathing was shallow now, and in fits and starts. It must be torturous ... she raised the hand away, then brought it back down against Seven’s ass, twice, three times. Then she rubbed the red spot gently, and gave the girl time to enjoy the sting.

“ She sent you here, didn’t she? “ B’Elanna waited for the response, and when it didn’t come, she delivered two more good blows to the back of Seven’s thighs.

“ YES! “ seven cried, through clenched teeth, as the sound of the last slap still echoed through the room. “ She ... the Captain sent me ... “

“ Did she tell you this would happen? “ She smacked the ass again, then rubbed it with her palm, kneading it in her hand.

“ .... No. “

I didn’t *think* so. “ Are you sorry you came? “ She asked, and waited for the answer. Her hand was about to come down against the girls’ pristine skin again when she noticed that Seven was quietly sobbing ...

“ ... No ... I’m not sorry. “

B’Elanna held her breath for a moment, wondering if she had gone too far, wondering if ... She reached for the bindings at the foot of the bed first, pulling them apart easily, as they had not been tightly done, and then released the girls’ hands. Seven curled up into a ball, her arms covering her body and her face, hiding her tears. Torres lay behind her, and put her arms around her, and pulled herself against the crying woman’s back.

She held on tightly, and waited for the tears to slacken off before speaking again. “ I’m sorry ... “ I really wasn’t going to hurt you ... I wouldn’t really ... hurt you ....“

Seven sniffled, and then turned over to push her head against B’Elanna’s shoulder, burying her face in the pillow. B’Elanna ran her hand through Seven’s hair, and softly whispered reassurances in her ear. She placed a soft kiss on the girls’ ear, and one on her cheek. Soon, Seven’s face turned up to her, and their eyes met, for the second time, and Seven reached up with her mouth to kiss B’Elanna. Their lips brushed against each other, at first, and then, as Seven’s arms reached around to hold the klingon, their mouths opened, and their tongues met, their lips wettened, and all that had come before was forgotten.

B’Elanna reached down, without breaking the kiss, and pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Seven assisted in pulling the black material down Torres’ body, to collect around her ankles. B’Elanna smiled at the girl as she kicked the dress off onto the floor. “ I’m not sorry you came either. “

She kissed her again, and soon, their hands were exploring down one another’s bodies, their mouths locked in a passionate dance, their legs entertwined, and their desire overflowing.

Seven now took the initiative, as she rolled over on top of B’Elanna, and began working her mouth down over the woman’s neck the shoulders, and onto her breasts. She took Torres’ breast in her mouth, and sucked on it, as her hand trailed down and under the waist band of B’Elanna’s panties.

“ Mmmmm ... “ Torres moaned happily as the warmth of Sevens’ palm covered her womanhood, and she reached down to push the panties away as she had her dress. They were skin to skin now, along the length of their bodies, and their hands were drunk with the feel of each other, their mouths with the taste of each other.

Sevens’ hand was soon replaced by her mouth, and as her lips fastened around B’Elanna’s clitoris, and her tongue flicked across it, her hands flat across her stomach, the Klingon moaned, then gasped, then cried out. She opened here eyes to look down, to watch Sevens’ mouth on her, her tongue in her, her hands over her, and drank it in.

She pushed her hips against Seven’s face, and the girl licked furiously, not pausing at the gasps and cries, not altering her attentions as B’Elanna thrashed. She reached up with one hand and ran her finger along the woman’s wet lips, and B’Elanna took the finger in her mouth. She sucked on it, and bit down on it, and licked at it till it was covered with a thin film of saliva. Seven withrew the finger, and reached back between her own legs, and found her own clit. She rubbed in synchronization with her licking and sucking, the warm breath of her gasps falling against B’Elanna’s thighs.

B’Elanna reached over to the nightstand and retrieved the strap-on dildo from its drawer. She was pulling it on when Seven started to get onto her hands and knees ... “ No, sweetheart ... “ B’Elanna reached out, and took the girls’ hand. “ Like this ... “ When it was fastened on correctly, Torres laid back down, and pulled Seven back atop her. She guided the young woman’s legs on either side of her, and Seven seemed to understand ... she reached down, and took the shaft in her hand, rubbing up and down it’s length.

“ I imagine “ Seven observed “ That it functions best when it is properly lubricated “

B’Elanna laughed. “ Yes. Since I’m wearing it, why don’t you do the honors ... “

Seven moved down on the bed and leaned forward, closing her mouth around the shaft. Her lips slid down till the length of the dildo till the tip of it was at the back of her throat. As she withdrew her mouth from it, she ran her tongue along it, licking a swirl along the tip. She looked at it for a moment, raised her hand before her face, and spat into it. B’Elanna couldn’t help from giggling as the girl applied the saliva generously to the shaft.

“ Now .... “

Seven required no further instruction, and moved up. She lowered herself onto the dildo, slowly, her breath held, her eyes closed at first, then open wide. B’Elanna looked up at her as she began slowly moving up and down over her, and she reached up to grasp the girls’ firm breasts and rub them, squeeze them ...

“ Oh, yes .... “ Seven said. B’Elanna found this amusing, for some reason. Probably because the Borg was always speaking formally, precisely ... but now she said the same things all humanoids said when feeling what the two women were feeling. Seven did not stop the movement of her hips when she leaned over and kissed B’Elanna, their mouths grinding against each other. B’Elanna grabbed Seven’s hips and began pumping furiously into her from beneath. Seven clutched at the bedspread on either side of B’Elanna’s head, her face buried in the pillow, as B’Elanna fucked harder and harder, the skin of the klingon’s hips smacking against that of Sevens’ thighs and ass, as the flat of her hand had.

They came together, and they collapsed together, the only movement that of Seven’s juices dripping slowly down between B’Elanna’s thighs. After a long while, Seven moved off her, and they cuddled together, the Strap-on now discarded, in a slowly moving ball of arms and legs and breasts and mouths. Soon, they slept the sleep of the satiated, innocent of anything beyond the feel of their skin against skin.

Janeway entered to find the pair deeply asleep, and smiled. Obviously her plan had been a complete success ... She discarded her own uniform, and crawled gently and silently into the bed beside B’Elanna, pulling the covers over the two and herself as she did. She placed a small kiss on Torres’ neck, drank in the sweet smell, and slept.