Cargo Bay Two

By Campbell

“No…Captain…you don’t know what you’re asking…”

The Captain smiled slightly to herself.  She knew exactly what button to push.  She leaned in on it deliberately.

She mentally licked her lips.  “Afraid?” 

With that, B’Elanna turned, eyes blazing, grabbed Janeway savagely, and sunk her teeth into that pale cheek.  Kathryn screamed.  B’Elanna moaned as the Captain’s blood trickled down the back of her throat.  The only thing either brain could formulate was, “Finally…”

Kathryn had been afraid of the pain, afraid of what B’Elanna would do to her.  Then she had approached the half-Klingon, the scent of her filling Kathryn’s spinning head.  Her long-repressed desire seethed.  She no longer cared.

Seven watched in stunned silence.  She had wanted to speak to the Captain all morning, but duty had interfered.  When she walked into the Cargo bay, her senses had picked up the charged atmosphere.  Seven had looked, but saw no one, so she had approached cautiously.  She heard their voices, the Captain and the Engineer, heard their conversation.  Her curiosity drew her forward, and she spotted them in the rear corner of the Cargo Bay, opposite her alcove.  Fascination aside, she knew she must leave, the Captain having lectured her previously about spying on the crew.  She knew the Captain’s displeasure at this discovery would be absolute.  It was then she saw B’Elanna’s teeth flash and heard Janeway scream. 

For physical damage, her nanoprobes were efficient.  For emotional strain, they were thrown into disarray.  Sweat broke out along Seven’s spine, and she began to think she might faint.  She wondered if B’Elanna’s heightened senses would pick up her scent.  The Borg slipped back into the shadows, as far away from the two women as she could manage. 

Thinking it more wise than collapsing, she lowered herself onto the deck and leaned against the bulkhead,.  From behind the storage containers, she still had a slight view of the spectacle.  She watched and she waited.

Her throat went dry as she saw the Captain grab the Engineer’s head and drink her own blood from the Engineer’s mouth.  B’Elanna growled in her chest, and lifted the other woman up, marched a few paces and slammed her into the bulkhead.  Janeway grunted as her body hit the wall.  Torres slowly lowered her down onto her waiting thigh, claiming her mouth with her own.  The Captain moaned long and low into her lover’s mouth, hands flying, roaming, pulling, pressing.

“Is this what you wanted,” Torres ground her thigh between Janeway’s legs.  The Captain groaned, grabbed Torres’ backside with one hand and the back of her head with the other.  Pushing Torres into her, she assaulted the Engineer’s mouth.  B’Elanna smiled internally.  “Now this is bliss,” she thought.

Seven was completely lost.  She must leave.  She did not care if they heard.  Overwhelmed by emotions she did not understand, Seven stumbled up and out of the Cargo bay, almost hitting the corridor bulkhead in her haste.  Where could she go?  They were in her quarters.  She made her way to Astrometrics, not noticing the stares from her crewmates she passed.

As the hatch closed behind her, she leaned on the railing and took her first real breath.  She blinked, trying to regain her equilibrium. 

“Computer, seal the doors to Cargo Bay 2, Borg encryption code: four three seven.”

She protected the Captain’s privacy.  She also sealed her fate.