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. “