Music played in the background as the group discussed various repairs and strategies to use to speed up their way home. Not taking part in these discussions was Seven of Nine and B'Elanna Torres who had issues of their own. No one really noticed too much that the two beauties hung to one side and silently sipped drinks, as they observed the actions of their fellow crewmembers. The Captain flitted from one person to another looking like the Queen of the Ball in a stunning white tuxedo tailored to fit her body like a glove. She flirted and cast bedroom eyes at anyone receptive to her; many enjoyed the attention she lavished on them. Tom Paris and Harry Kim circled the group looking for the most interesting people, mainly women, who displayed the features that Tom cherished most, large breasts. B'Elanna would never understand how the man had stayed with her as long as he had. Though shapely and easy to look at, she didn't have the main characteristic that drove Tom crazy. Her eyes drifted momentarily to the ex-Borg so she could study her. She possessed the type of body that most would kill for, especially outfitted in the skintight suit the Doctor had fabricated for her. Men and women dreamed of Seven in their arms, but none seemed willing or capable of putting themselves out there as a potential mate due to the rumors that surfaced after one unfortunate date Seven had. B'Elanna too was drawn to Seven but refused to show the ex-drone her feelings because then she'd lose the small edge she had over Seven. Their relationship was a competition of sorts. Both women took charge of situations, both were usually right, in their own way and neither felt inclined to give the other an inch when it came to most subjects, but on occasion, they shared small conversations that held more meaning and depth than the ones they shared with others. They didn't need a lot of talk to know each other's mind. In a strange way, their relationship was more intimate because they could do many things without words, but by looks and gestures.
Sighing, B'Elanna pushed away from the wall where she stood leaning against it. Approaching Seven, she waited for the woman to acknowledge her and then signaled they should sneak out of the boring party. Seven nodded her agreement and followed the half-Klingon woman she'd come to consider a friend. Though Seven still struggled with the intricacies of human nature, she understood that her affinity for B'Elanna lowered her guard and made her more vulnerable to the smaller woman. Exploring a personal involvement with the Lieutenant would intensify their relationship, a step Seven would like to take, but she felt unsure of the Chief Engineer's willingness, or on how to proceed to change their current status; a frustrating and problematic situation.
Seven caught up with B'Elanna and walked silently beside her. Finally B'Elanna glanced at her and asked if she'd like to come to her quarters for a drink. Seven didn't need refreshments, but knew this was one way that some humans began a mating ritual, so she agreed. Once inside, Seven was told to have a seat and asked what she wanted. Asking for a low-alcoholic drink seemed safe, so as she sipped the wine brought to her by B'Elanna as she studied the woman. She enjoyed looking at B'Elanna. Her face was unusual and she was pretty. Her darker coloring made her forehead ridges exotic and exciting. Though not a tall woman, her attitude made her seem much larger than in actuality, but Seven liked that. Her temper appealed to Seven too, exciting her in a way she hardly understood, but felt the need to explore. Often she pushed the smaller woman to anger just to watch the complex emotions ripple beneath the surface of her face. The sight of tightening jaw muscles, the throbbing vein in her forehead and tension in her neck, caused pleasant physiological changes to take place in Seven, though left her feeling deeply frustrated; pent-up sexual energy not released. At those times, she'd sometimes snap back at the Lieutenant so that she could spur the emotions caused by her arousal. Once again though, she'd find herself in a situation where she'd want to grab B'Elanna, tear her clothes off and copulate with her right there, but she'd keep a tight hold on her passion so as not to lose her Borg cool.
Seven's attention came back to the present when she heard B'Elanna sigh and sit down next to her. "Was it me or are there parties getting more dull?" B'Elanna asked, not really expecting an answer. "Yes," replied Seven, "I see no reason why we should attend. I have more pressing matters I could be taking care of." B'Elanna raised an eyebrow. "Like what? You don't seem in a hurry to return to your work now." Seven took a sip of her wine and said, "Perhaps I did not mean work." It was B'Elanna's turn to look surprised. "Really? What did you mean?" she asked coyly. "I have other matters to attend to that do not involve my work," answered Seven as she tried to sidestep the question. "What's going on, Seven? You always answer a question directly. Even if the other person doesn't like the answer," B'Elanna quizzed. Her curiosity made her study the woman closer. She'd always wanted to make love to Seven, but her involvement with Tom always made her shut down that side of her, but now that she was single again, she wondered if Seven felt the same. B'Elanna enjoyed it when Seven challenged her and made her angry. It burned off the excess sexual energy that built between them when they worked closely together. In a strange way, the two had been drawn to one another since their first meeting, though neither would admit it. Right now, something like electricity jumped between them. Seven hesitated and looked unwilling to continue the conversation, or maybe felt unsure of how to continue, so B'Elanna figured that now would be a good time to test her theory.
Reaching up, she placed a hand on Seven's cheek and stroked it gently. Initially Seven drew back but then allowed the touch. B'Elanna's touch felt like no others', not even Chakotay's. He had been exciting up to a point, but lacked something Seven needed, though Seven would be hard pressed to tell him what that was. Sighing, she leaned against B'Elanna's hand as it stroked her cheek. This one sound inflamed B'Elanna like nothing else. She drew Seven to her and kissed her lightly. This time Seven didn't flinch, but offered herself up willingly. Both thought that lips could be no softer than each other's and no physical contact would ever equal this sensation. When they drew apart, both breathed heavily. "Seven," B'Elanna whispered, "Seven, are you sure?" she asked cautiously. Instead of answering, Seven nodded and took B'Elanna's bottom lip in her own lips. This finished any talk. Somehow both managed to put their drinks down without spilling them and now, B'Elanna pushed Seven onto her back and lay on top of the beauty. "Am I too heavy?" she whispered as she continued to kiss Seven. "Never," replied Seven who at that time was exploring B'Elanna's body with her fingers and hands. "Oh Kahless, Seven," breathed B'Elanna as Seven hand found her breast. "Remove your clothing," instructed Seven suddenly. B'Elanna grinned and pulled away from Seven for a minute. "In a hurry?" she asked huskily. Seven grabbed at B'Elanna's shirt and yanked up. "Yes," she replied as she quickly rid B'Elanna of unnecessary outerwear. B'Elanna panted from excitement. "What about you?" she asked, "I need to see you too, Seven." Seven quickly complied by unzipping her biosuit and pulling down the top to expose her creamy white breasts. B'Elanna had trouble breathing as she looked at Seven's perfectly formed breasts. Noticing her lack of attention, Seven glanced up and asked B'Elanna if something was wrong. "Do you not like the way I look?" she asked feeling a desperation she hadn't known before. She needed B'Elanna to find pleasure in her. "Oh, Seven. How could you ask such a question? You are beautiful," she told the woman as she stroked her hair. "You are more beautiful than I deserve." "In my eyes, you are the same," Seven replied. B'Elanna grinned again and said, "Are you saying we don't deserve each other?" "No, we deserve this. All of this," Seven responded. "Umm, I agree," B'Elanna concurred, "Now, where were we?" "I believe we were about to do this," Seven said as she reached between B'Elanna's legs and rubbed seductively. B'Elanna closed her eyes and whispered, "Oh, yes, thanks for reminding me." "Shhh," said Seven holding her finger to B'Elanna's lips. A smile filled B'Elanna's face as she kissed the blond beneath her.
As they woke in each other's arms, both wondered when they'd moved to the bed. Not that it mattered, because neither wanted to break the mood. Colors blended as they wrapped their arms and legs together trying to retain the closeness they felt. Contact reminded them of previous activities and sparked the passion again. The spared no time for talk as they made love. Neither needed words to know the other. Such was their relationship. Eventually the time to report for work came around and although both wanted to play hooky, they decided against it. On a ship this size, their relationship would soon be known, but for now, they wanted to savor it in private, so they went to work and tried to hide the satisfaction the other had brought about.
B'Elanna tried not to hum or think too much about her new love and what it all meant when she received a hail. Lieutenant, I require your assistance in Astrometrics immediately "On my way," replied B'Elanna. "Better you than me," replied a nearby crewmember. B'Elanna grinned and replied, "Yes, I suppose you're right." The crewmember glanced at her Chief and smiled having shared what she considered a rare and special moment with the fiery woman. "I'm not sure when I'll return," said B'Elanna, "Let Lieutenant Carey know for me. Would you?" "Yes, Ma'am," replied the stunned crewmember. She'd never had this much notice paid to her from Lieutenant Torres before and it was knocked her off balance. B'Elanna hurried away, though she tried to look casual about it. She had no idea just how many of her engineering crew would have given anything to be with her, but she assumed most found her hard to work for and hard to get along with. It had always been her view.
Strolling into Astrometrics, she didn't see Seven anywhere. Then she noticed the open access panel. She began to felt depressed as she realized that Seven really had needed her help. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'No mid-day romp for me.' Crawling into the passageway, B'Elanna glanced at Seven's backend and shivered. The woman was on her hands and knees repairing a panel. Tools were scattered around her and her hair was partially undone. Reaching out, B'Elanna felt the temptation to touch the perfectly formed butt in front of her, but as if reading her mind, Seven glanced back. Sighing, B'Elanna asked what Seven needed. "I am attempting to reroute power from engineering to a project of mine," she answered. Suddenly B'Elanna transformed into the Chief Engineer of Voyager and began yelling at her about protocol, chain-of-command and needing her express permission to any changes. As she reached new heights of anger, Seven rolled onto her back and pulled the angry woman on top of her. "What are you doing, Seven?" she demanded feeling confused by the sudden change. "I am exciting you into action," Seven replied. "What?" B'Elanna stuttered. "Show me your displeasure," Seven replied. Her eyes conveyed her message clearly and suddenly the heightened angry turned into lust. Her Klingon side went wild for a few minutes as she took Seven in the manner that she'd pushed for. Seven's ankles wrapped around B'Elanna's thighs as the woman rode her. Both worked through clothing, conscious that someone could walk in any minute looking for either of them. Seven pressed B'Elanna into her. As Seven began to ride the beginning of an orgasm, she moved a thigh between B'Elanna's legs and both hoped this would hold them until they could return to B'Elanna's quarters that night. Holding tight, both women masturbated on the other's thigh as a temporary solution to their sexual tension. Moving in a rhythm of their making, both came together just minutes before Janeway walked into Astrometrics.
As they straightened their uniforms and tried to smooth them, Janeway walked in and hesitated only a moment before walking up to them. "Have you finished your repairs, Seven?" "Yes, Captain. Lieutenant Torres assisted me," Seven stated. Janeway smiled and thanked the Lieutenant. "I was wondering if the two of you wanted to come to dinner this evening? In my quarters. I've asked Chakotay too." When she said her First Officer's name, she smiled at Seven who paled at the thought of spending time with the man. After their relationship ended, though they'd remained friends, Seven knew that Chakotay still wanted to get back together. "I am�busy," Seven tried. "Nonsense," replied Janeway. "I expect both of you at 1900 hours. Don't dress up. I just want to relax." Both women consented though neither wanted to go. When Janeway left, they turned to each other. "This is not how I wanted to spend our evening together," said B'Elanna. "We must go," Seven reminded her. "I know, but I don't want to watch Chakotay drooling over you all evening." "Are you jealous?" Seven asked as she smirked at B'Elanna. "How would you feel if it was Tom and he still wanted to get back together with me?" B'Elanna asked. That removed the smirk from Seven's face. "Does he want you back?" she demanded. "Maybe. My question was how would you feel if the roles were reversed?" B'Elanna asked again. "You will not see Mr. Paris," Seven told her. B'Elanna crossed her arms over her chest and said, "And who are you to stop me?" she demanded. "I will show you," Seven replied as she swept her up in her arms and kissed her soundly. "Do we have time?' Seven asked feverishly. "If we hurry, but let's go to my quarters this time," B'Elanna instructed.
Both dressed down as requested to by Captain Janeway and made the dinner date with two minutes to spare. Chakotay was already there, of course, and watched as the two women came in together. Offering a bottle of wine to Janeway, B'Elanna strolled in and greeted Chakotay. Seven nodded in his direction and then took a pro-offered glass of wine from Janeway. "I love these little get togethers, don't you?" Janeway asked. Chakotay chimed in and agreed, of course, as while the other two simply smiled. "Have a seat everyone," Janeway said as she waved a hand in the direction of her livingroom area. Chakotay took a seat on the couch, but the women thought it would be rude if neither of them sat beside him, so B'Elanna sat beside him. After all, she wanted to look at Seven and keep an eye on Chakotay too, but she'd forgotten about Captain Janeway, who perched herself on the arm of Seven's chair. B'Elanna tried not to growl. They all talked, feeling an unexplained tension in the air and not understanding why, especially Janeway and Chakotay, until it was time to eat.
Since the table was square, B'Elanna made sure she sat next to Seven, so she could press her knee against Seven's during dinner. The meal was pleasant and for a change, not burnt, so they all relaxed as the meal progressed. To B'Elanna's surprise, Seven reached under the table casually, as if she was laying her hand in her lap, and moved it beneath the table until she touched and stroked B'Elanna's knee and thigh. When she reached for a drink, she would remove her hand and pick up her glass with the same hand so no one became suspicious of her activities. Not that they would have ever dreamed her capable of such games. B'Elanna did her best not to wiggle in her chair or push her body toward Seven's touch. She wouldn't have objected if Seven had groped her even more. Acting as if nothing was going on was the hardest part and it driving B'Elanna mad with desire. Who knew Seven had this adventurous side? B'Elanna never suspected until now, but then why would she? When the meal finished and after-dinner drinks were finished, both women decided to call it a night. Janeway and Chakotay acted disappointed, but knew that these two were not known for their patience when it came to social gatherings. "I had a nice time, Captain," B'Elanna offered on her way out the door. "Thank you for the invitation," Seven replied, "I had a 'nice' time too." "We should do this again when you can stay longer," Janeway said in reply. B'Elanna and Seven nodded and then left. "Well?" Kathryn asked as she turned to Chakotay. He grinned as he glanced her way. "I don't know about you, but I found it really amusing when B'Elanna tried to keep a straight face as Seven touched her leg under the table," he replied. They both laughed and smiled, glad that the two had finally seen what everyone else had always known; that they belonged together.
B'Elanna and Seven barely made it in the door of B'Elanna's quarters before they tore at each other's clothes. "Oh, Kahless! I've never wanted someone so bad in all my life! Hurry and remove this blasted thing!" demanded B'Elanna as Seven quickly attempted to take off the biosuit. The longer it took, the more B'Elanna cursed the Doctor for its design. "I think I will reprogram the Doctor to act like a Targ!" she snapped as she yanked at the rest of Seven's suit. Seven giggled and grabbed B'Elanna's hand and thrust it between her legs. "Please, B'Elanna, I can not wait." B'Elanna growled in response. She shoved the biosuit to Seven's ankles and knelt in front of the blond and teased her sex with her mouth and tongue. Seven grabbed B'Elanna's hair and pushed the woman tight against her crotch as she thrust her hips into B'Elanna's mouth longingly. Before long, B'Elanna needed better access, so she pulled Seven to the floor where she spread Seven's legs. She used her mouth and fingers to pleasure her new partner and make her cry out in delight. Not to be outdone, Seven returned the favor in time.
Sometime during the night, both began to think of the other in a different way. What would happen if they lived together? Were they meant to be partners in this life? Is this why B'Elanna had to be stranded in the Delta Quadrant with a strange crew? Why Seven had been kidnapped by the Borg as a child? Was this fate? Only two people could determine how it would end and they had a lot of years to figure it out.