Holodeck Epiphany  

B'Elanna jumped as a scream filled the air. 'Must be a Halloween program' s he thought to herself as she continued her journey in the holodeck. Tom had found a program he liked in the ship's database, and sent B'Elanna to check it out, along with the access codes to get in. At the time she had wondered why the program was locked, but now she saw the reason - it was a Halloween program, and one wouldn't want Naomi Wildman to wander into it.

B'Elanna found herself standing in front of a door when another scream shat tered the relative silence. She frowned, thinking the scream didn't sound too terrified. 'Must not be that great a program… I won der why Tom likes it?'

As she pushed the door open, she realized why Tom liked it. There, in front of a huge bay window, was Seven of Nine and Captain Kathryn Janeway. That in itself was not so surprising, they regularly spent time on the holodeck together - velocity, daVinci… What made B'Elanna stop, stunned - shocked - was what they were _doing_ in this  program.

Seven had Kathryn backed against the window and was kneeling in front of he r, her face buried between Kathryn's thighs. Both were naked and moaning, and B'Elanna could see Seven's arousal on her thighs eve n from her position by the door, at least ten feet away.

B'Elanna watched as Seven brought one hand up and pulled away from Kathryn, giving the Klingon a clear view of the dark, soaked curls there, and immediately plunged three fingers into the dripping depths . Kathryn let out a shriek, tossing her head back so fast it hit the window with a thump.

"Seven," Kathryn moaned. B'Elanna gasped. She never would have thought the  *Captain* could have sounded that sexy. "Seven, please…" She interrupted her plea with a whimper. "I need your mouth on me… "

Seven hummed low in her throat. "Soon, my Kathryn," she said quietly, her v oice low and throaty. Sensual. Sexual. B'Elanna's eyes went wide. Seven tilted her head back to look directly at Kathryn's face. " I want to watch you as you come."

B'Elanna choked slightly, having never expected to hear such erotic words f rom the icy-cold Borg queen. 'Icy?' B'Elanna thought. 'Like hell! Kahless, if she's icy, I'm Cardassian!'

B'Elanna suddenly noticed that Kathryn's moans were getting louder and she  was starting to pant. Her hands fluttered along the window, searching for something to hold on to, an anchor. Her left hand fou nd the curtain and grasped it in a white-knuckled grip. Her right found only cool, smooth glass, so she moved it down to hold onto Seve n's shoulder.

Kathryn's back arched as she moved her hips rhythmically, humping against S even's hand, rushing closer and closer to climax.

Seven spoke again. "Let go, Kathryn." Her voice was quiet and intimate, ful l of desire. "Come for me."

At the words, Kathryn tensed, arching her back further, a low - and loud -  keening wail coming from her open lips.

At the sight of her commanding officer so taken over with pleasure, B'Elann a felt an orgasm of her own wash over her, followed by a wave of embarrassment. Tom may like this program, which was so obviously ma de as a male fantasy, but B'Elanna wanted no part of it.

"Computer, end program."

The room disappeared into grey holodeck grid, and, suddenly losing her supp ort, Kathryn tumbled to the floor. B'Elanna turned white, no small feat given her Klingon heritage.

Looking around desperately, B'Elanna saw the clothing scattered over the fl oor, and realized that it was no simulation. 'Dammit, I should have know!' B'Elanna mentally screamed at herself.

"Lieutenant Torres." The voice was low and husky, still bearing resemblance to the passion-filled scream that it had been moments before.

B'Elanna gulped, glancing back up, then focusing on the redheaded woman's c hin after seeing that she seemed to not be aware of her state of undress. "Ca-Captain," she stuttered.

Kathryn eyed the woman in front of her. "Would you care to explain," she co ntinued, her voice suddenly silky smooth, though still slightly husky, the universal sign of impending Janeway wrath, "*why* you s uddenly burst into a *locked* holoprogram?"

B'Elanna swayed slightly, pure, unmitigated terror sweeping over her. 'Why  can't the honorable thing be to run?' she desperately wondered. She cleared her throat, reaching for some semblance of control. O ut of the corner of her eye she saw Seven moving to gather up the clothing. "Captain, I… I'm so sorry. I didn't know…"

Kathryn cut the flustered young woman off. "Skip the apologies. Why are you here."

"Tom said…"

Kathryn's eyes narrowed. "Tom?"

B'Elanna nodded. "Yes, ma'am." This was definitely crunch time. "Tom told m e about this holoprogram he had found. He told me he'd set it up for me and I should check it out around 2100. It was already runn ing when I got here, and he had given me the access codes to break through the privacy lock." B'Elanna paused. "Captain, if I knew…"

Kathryn waved a hand dismissively. "You know now." She grimaced. "More than you should." She pinned B'Elanna with a hard look. "And you're going to forget you know. Understood?"

B'Elanna nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am. Forgotten."

Kathryn's eyes glinted. "As for Mr. Paris…" she trailed off and B'Elanna ha d a sudden feeling of foreboding for her lover.