Entente
He was truly exasperating. “ Tom, I’m way too busy to deal with you right now. “ B’Elanna closed the spanner over the faulty isolinear rod, and pulled it from it’s housing. “ I’ve got a lot of work to do. “
“ I know that ... I’m saying that *after* .... “
“After I’m finished, I’m going to go to my quarters and relax. “
Why on Earth couldn’t he leave her alone? Didn’t he realize she was in a relationship? With the Captain? Maybe I should sick Kathryn on him.
“You’ve got to eat. “ Tom interposed, wondering why she was fighting the inevitable. There were few women on Voyager whom he had not bedded, and B’Elanna was soon to be removed from that short list ...
“ Tom, “ she turned and glared at him. “ When are you going to figure out that I’m *not* interested? Does a shuttlecraft have to fall on your head? I’m in a relationship, okay? Even if I wasn’t, I still wouldn’t be interested in *you* or any *other* man. Now leave me alone so I can get some work done. “ She turned back and resumed her work while studiously ignoring him.
Well, she’ll come to her senses. Tom turned and strode confidently out of Engineering. This thing with Janeway is a phase, she’ll get over it sooner or later. There were some things he could do for her that a woman just *couldn’t*. It went without saying.
“ I noticed “ B’Elanna turned, and saw Seven
standing there “ That you were having a less than polite
exchange with mister Paris. “ the girl continued.
“ Paris can’t seem to get it through his thick head that
I’m not interested in him romantically. “ Torres grunted, while
inserting the replacement rod into the housing.
“ Ah. Another mating ritual. “
“ Only in his head, Seven, only in his head. “
“ Perhaps he requires empirical evidence that you are
... ‘not interested’. “ The former Borg observed thoughtfully.
“ And how would I go about doing that? “ Torres
wondered aloud.
“ I am not sure. You are more familiar with these
rituals than I. “ Seven stood erect, observing Torres’ progress
with the repair.
“ You’d think. “ The work was done, and Torres
stood, wiping her palms on her uniform pants, and began
collecting her tools from the deck. “ I’ll have to give that some
thought, not a bad suggestion. “
“ I am glad to be of assistance. “
B’Elanna looked at her, and smiled in spite of herself.
“ I’m glad that we’ve ... improved our working relationship. “
“ As am I. “ The girl responded, still without any
expression. B’Elanna thought, I’ll have to work on that with
her. Get her to show some facial expression other than anger
and confusion.
“ Let’s get some dinner, I’m famished. “
“ An apposite course of action ... B’Elanna “ well, she
was trying ...
Once in the dining hall, B’Elanna and Seven sat at a
corner table, facing each other, and talked over their plates. “
Why does he not understand ... “
“ I don’t know “ B’Elanna answered before the
question was complete “ He just thinks that it’s impossible that
any woman wouldn’t want him. “
“ He is a reasonably attractive male. “ Seven
observed.
B’Elanna raised an eyebrow at this. “ You know
Seven, “ she lowered her voice somewhat, “ Just because I’ve
made a choice to ... well, some people say sexual orientation is
genetic, others say it’s environmental ... but just because
you’ve tried one way and liked it doesn’t mean you can’t try
the other way. And don’t let the fact that Kathryn and I have
been ... with you ... stop you from going after a male if you
want. You’re still figuring all this out. “
Seven pondered this carefully for a moment before
responding. “ He is physically attractive to me, which leads me
to believe that I am attracted to males, however, individually, I
find his unprofessional demeanor ... decidedly unattractive. “
“ Maybe someone else? Kim? Tuvok? “ B’Elanna
realized this could be fun ... fixing Seven up with someone so
she could try ‘playing for the other team’
“ It is worth further consideration. “ Seven agreed,
and then looked up, beyond B’Elanna, which made the
engineer turn around to see what she was looking at.
“ Ladies. “ Paris said, with a grin.
“ Oh Lord, here we go again. “ Torres murmured
under her breath.
“ I thought you weren’t hungry. “
“ I didn’t say that, did I? I said I wasn’t interested in
having dinner with *you*. “ Torres said impatiently, turning
back towards Seven and her food. She made a point of
continuing with her meal in spite of Paris’ presence.
“ Look B’Elanna, this *fling* you’re having with
Janeway can’t last, you aren’t the type .... “
Paris had gone too far without realizing it. B’Elanna
jumped to her feet, barely restraining herself from lunging at
him.
“ Listen to me, *Lieutenant*. “ Her face was red with
rage. “ If you *ever* so much as talk to me about *anything*
not directly related to the operation of this ship, I will tear out
your heart and *show* it to you while you die. *Do* you
understand? “
Most of the cafeteria was now turned, looking at the
scene. Paris opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off.
“ Lieutenant Paris. “ It was Seven, now, standing next
to him, that same impassive, almost Vulcan expression on her
face. “ It has occurred to Lieutenant Commander Torres and
myself that you may require some objective evidence to
convince you that Torres is not inclined to accept your
proposal of further mating rituals. Please observe.“
Seven turned to Torres, grabbed her arm, turning the
engineer to face her. Torres’ face was still angry, and
momentarily confused by the interruption. Seven pulled the
woman closer to her and planted a firm kiss on Torres’ mouth.
B’Elanna felt herself responding automatically as the girls’
tongue forced it’s way into her mouth. The kiss only lasted a
few seconds, but it was enough to make B’Elanna forget about
her plan to disembowel Paris right then and there. Seven pulled
back from the kiss, but kept a firm grip on Torres’ arm.
“ I believe “ Seven stated to the bewildered Paris “
That is all the evidence you should require. Please excuse us. “
She pulled B’Elanna through the room, and to the door, which
closed behind them on many sets of amused eyes, and also
those of Tom Paris.
An interesting development, Paris thought. Now I
know why she’s been playing so hard to get ... she must want a
three way with Seven, but she’s afraid to say so. He smiled to
himself. Well, that can be arranged, I’m sure.
“ She did *what*? “ Janeway had heard it the first
time, which was why she was laughing so hard she had spilled
her coffee, but she just wanted to hear it again.
“ She kissed me. In the mess hall. In front of half the
crew. “
“ Bwa hahaha “ Janeway couldn’t help herself, truly.
The mental picture was just too ridiculous. Serves Paris right.
The little punk.
“ But what will they all think, that I’m cheating on
you with Seven? “
“ Of course not. Most of the crew is still treating
Seven like she’s the archetypal little green girl from Mars. They
won’t read anything into her actions other than, ‘there she goes
again’. “ She put her hand on B’Elanna’s shoulder, and the
engineer leaned down and put her head in Janeway’s lap,
looking up at her.
“ You’re probably right. “ B’Elanna began chuckling “
You should have seen the look on his face. “ She was laughing
uncontrollably now, as was her lover, the Captain. “ It was
priceless. “
“ Remind me to thank Seven properly. “
“ I was about to suggest we do just that .... “
B’Elanna said, reaching up to pull Janeway’s head down to
hers, when the intercom beeped.
“ Torres here. “
“ Kim here. Seven wants you to meet her on holodeck
three. “
“ She say why? “
“ Sorry, I got the info third hand. I haven’t seen her. “
“ Okay, thanks Harry. Torres out.“
“ It would appear. “ Janeway said “ That Seven is way
ahead of you. “
“ But why would she ask somebody to tell Harry to
tell me, when she could have called herself? “ B’Elanna mused.
“ Good question. “
“ And why didn’t she invite you? “ B’Elanna
wondered. “ Torres to Kim. “
“ Kim here. “
” Who gave you that message? “
“ Paris ... he was on his way through the bridge, he
said ... “
“ Is he still there? “
“ ... nope. “ Kim answered.
“ Thanks Harry. Torres out.“
“ Well it would seem that Tom is up to his old tricks.
Maybe he wants to throw a little ‘party’. “ Janeway said.
“ And Seven and I are the party favors. “B’Elanna sat
up. “ Torres to Seven. “
“ Seven here. I am in route to the holodeck.“
“ Stand by. “ she touched the communicator. “ What
do we do? “
Janeway thought for a moment. “ Let’s turn the tables
on him. Teach him a lesson. “
B’Elanna touched the communicator again. “ The
Captain and I will meet you there. Don’t go in without us. “
“ Computer, add one bed. Large. Canopy. No, make
the sheets satin. “ The computer complied, and the love nest
program was complete, except for ... what? Tom looked
around. “ Candles. Computer, candles. All around the room. “
Candles appeared singly and in candelabras on every
other piece of furniture. There, that, was perfect. No woman
can resist him in such an environment.
The computer beeped. That would be his quarry,
accessing the holodeck controls. Paris leapt over the bed and
hid behind the curtains beyond. As the arch appeared and the
door slid open, he saw that B’Elanna and Seven had arrived
together, hand in hand. Perfect.
“ Seven .... “ B’Elanna said, turning to the girl, and
pulling her close. “ It’s beautiful. Thank you. “
“ Thanks are inappropriate, Seven said, while placing
her own arms around Torres’ waist. “ I did not create this
program. “
“ Well, “ B’Elanna said, knowing it was a lie, “ Maybe
Kathryn did it for us. “ She leaned forward and kissed Seven, a
hot and wet kiss that Tom observed with relish. “ We’ll have to
thank her. “
*no, you’ll have to thank me*, Tom thought, as
B’Elanna maneuvered the girl over to the bed. This was going
to be *very* entertaining. Perhaps I’ll let them proceed a little
further before joining them.
B’Elanna’s eyes were surreptitiously scanning the
room as Seven, sitting on the edge of the bed, worked her
hands down B’Elanna’s body. She spied Tom’s boots sticking
out from below the curtain’s fringe, and smiled. She felt
Seven’s hands pulling her down onto the bed.
B’Elanna whispered in Seven’s ear, “ *make it
convincing* “
“ Your instructions are unnecessary. “ Seven
responded as she placed another kiss on B’Elanna’s lips.
B’Elanna realized the girl was turned on by the prospect of
making love to her with Paris watching. All the better, the
engineer thought. The girls’ hands pulled at B’Elanna’s
uniform, exposing her breasts, which she immediately attacked
with her warm, wet mouth. It almost made her forget about
Paris.
This was certainly getting interesting.
Paris was so involved with watching the spectacle
unfolding before his eyes, that he did not hear the holodeck
doors open again. Janeway had counted on that in her plan. He
remained fixed on the bed, where Seven had risen from her
prone position to pull open the front of her jumpsuit, allowing
her perfectly shaped breasts to fall free. B’Elanna ministered
voraciously to the exposed flesh while, in the corner of her eye,
she watched Janeway creeping around the edge of the room
towards Paris’ hiding position. *see him, see him*
It was just as Seven’s jumpsuit was entirely discarded,
revealing her body in all it’s glory to Paris, that Janeway too
saw the black service shoes sticking out from under the curtain.
The Captain grinned to herself. Now we have some fun. She
whispered a command to the computer.
Paris watched B’Elanna’s mouth progress down from
Seven’s face, across her breasts, across her belly, to plunge
between the girl’s creamy white thighs, and decided it was time
to make his triumphant appearance. Only he found he couldn’t
move.
“ Computer, remove curtains. “ It was Janeway’s
voice, and it struck the fear into his heart that he had felt as a
teenager when his Admiral father had caught him masturbating
to some magazine. ‘Girls of Starfleet’, probably. The curtains
disappeared, and he found all three women, Janeway standing,
arms crossed, Seven lying naked on the bed, and B’Elanna
from between Seven’s legs, all glaring at him.
“ What do you have to say for yourself, Mister Paris?
“ Janeway said, in her best commanding voice, trying very hard
not to laugh.
“ Captain ... I .... umm... “
“ I ought to kill you right now. “ B’Elanna said,
matter-of factly, as Seven stroked her hair from above. “ But
I’m a little busy. “ She smiled coyly.
“ Perhaps. “ Seven said, impassively, as B’Elanna
began kissing her thighs, “ You need more ‘empirical
evidence’. Will observing this activity provide enough evidence
for you to cease your courting of Lieutenant Commander
Torres? “
B’Elanna looked up at Seven, as that had not been
part of the plan. Not a bad idea though, although kinky ...
might be fun to torture him a little more ...
“ I would hope so. “ Janeway said. “ Mister Paris?
The alternative is being brought up on charges. One good
show and then no more bothering B’Elanna. Or Seven, for that
matter. What do you say?“
The choice was obvious. “ Yes, Ma’am. “
“ Good. “ Janeway saw that B’Elanna had already
resumed her attentions to Seven’s womanhood, and her hands
were kneading the girls’ huge breasts. Seven looked up at
Janeway momentarily.
“ Are you going to ... join us Captain? “ she said
between gasps and moans.
Janeway considered Paris for a moment. “ Why the
hell not. “ She began removing her uniform. When she was
naked, she reached down to pull B’Elanna’s remaining clothes
down over the woman’s hips, and then pulled Torres’ ass up
into the air so she could reach between her thighs with her
hand. B’Elanna was already quite wet, and Kathryn rubbed her
hand across her labia, spreading the juices, and slid a finger
inside. Soon she bent down and began licking B’Elanna’s juices
from behind.
“ Oh, god ... “ Seven was exclaiming, as B’Elanna’s
own hand worked furiously at the girl’s clitoris, Torres’ tongue
inserted deep within her.
“ Ummm ...” Paris said, meekly
“ What?! “ Janeway said, impatiently, as she squeezed
the cheeks of B’Elanna’s ass.
“ Do you think you could enlarge the forcefield so I
could move? “
“ Why, “ asked B’Elanna, “ so you can jack off? “
Paris’ silence was the unspoken answer.
“ It would seem “ Seven said, without opening her
eyes “ a reasonable request under the circumstances.. “
“ Oh, alright. Computer, elarge forcefield to three feet
in diameter. “ Janeway said. “ And computer. Provide mister
Paris with a towel. “
Paris undid his pants as the three women converged
into a solid mass of undulating flesh on the bed. Their hands
ranged freely over each other’s flesh, as did their mouths.
Seven, still lying on the bed, soon pulled B’Elanna up so that
the engineer squatted over her face, and Kathryn, now with the
strap on dildo, her favorite toy, fucked the girl.
His cries and moans soon merged with theirs, and he
finally climaxed, his eyes fixed on the jiggling globes of
B’Elanna’s ass, as she herself came. He managed to grab the
towel just in time.
When he recovered, he saw that Seven and Janeway
were lying spent on the bed, and B’Elanna was standing, still
naked, hands on hips, looking at him. “ Tom. “
“ Yes. “
“ You made a promise to me. “
“ I know. I’ll keep it, don’t worry. I didn’t know that
....“
“ that it wasn’t just a *phase*? “ she said accusingly.
“ Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you
uncomfortable.“
B’Elanna weighed his statement, and decided to take
him at his word. At least he was looking her in the eye now,
and now staring at her body. Actually, that was kind of
disconcerting. She was naked after all. “ So you’ve learned
your lesson? “
“ Yes, ma’am. And may I say it was a very enjoyable
lesson. “
“ Don’t push your luck, Paris. “ She turned and
reached for her clothes, as the other two women did the same.
When they were dressed, and headed for the door,
Paris exclaimed, “ Wait! “
Janeway turned “ what is it, mister Paris? “
“ Are ... you going to let me out now? “
Janeway smiled placidly. “ Computer. Release the
forcefield in exactly one hour. “
Well, at least she hadn’t decided to leave him there for
some crewman to discover. Paris counted himself very lucky.
“ Seven. “ Janeway had gone to the bridge, and
B’Elanna and the girl were headed for the Captain’s quarters,
to relax.
“ Yes, Lieut .... B’Elanna? “
“ Thank you for your ... help. “
“ It was my pleasure. “
“ We make a good team. “ B’Elanna observed, taking
the girls’ hand, and squeezing it in her own.
“ Perhaps you could return the favor by aiding me in
... exploring relations with males? “
B’Elanna grinned. “ I think I can arrange something.
Perhaps Harry can be convinced to participate in our little
experiment. “
“ That would be acceptable. He seems to have a
physical attraction to me.“
“ Most of the men on the ship do. “
“ I was unaware of this. “ Seven said, surprised.
“ Oh, please. “