This part of space, void of character and any first encounters bored the crew to tears. Captain Kathryn Janeway having finished all of her executive duties, also longer for adventure, but nothing was forth coming. Her senior crew all showed signs of fatigue due to inactivity and she worried that it would interfere with their duties on the bridge. Something had to give and she feared it would be spirits and tempers. The last thing she needed at the moment was a bunch of squabbling crewmembers. Leaning back her in chair, coffee in hand, she took a sip and relished the favor of the bitter brew. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had real coffee, but this substitute was sufficient enough to sustain her, even through these trying times. Perhaps she should ask for suggestions from her senior staff this afternoon in their weekly meeting.
Having arrived early, Kathryn observed her staff as they strolled in. Even their gaits lacked enthusiasm. Tom and Harry came in and took their customary seats but the banter between them never quieted down until she called the meeting to order. It was the same every time, but she didn't mind, at east they weren't yawning and struggling to stay awake. Tuvok came in, took in the room and its occupants, nodded to Janeway and then also had a seat. Next came Neelix and the Doctor, one talking animatedly and the other looking as if he wished he had a gag. Chakotay entered, followed closely by B'Elanna and then Seven of Nine who took her seat as efficiently as always, turning her full attention to Kathryn and bringing an unaccustomed blush to her face. Recently at night, just before sleep overtook her, she'd fantasize about the blond, but she didn't need her private thoughts betraying her as they just did. Besides, the blond in question also had the ability to detect when someone's hormones ran away from her. Seven also found no reason not to state the fact; no matter who was around. Borg apparently lacked tack and Seven saw no reason for it either. "Any new business or reports that we need to hear at this time," asked Janeway of her senior staff. Evidently no one had anything to report judging by their blank expressions. "Ooookkkaaayy�," she said dragging out the word, "then I want to toss around some ideas on how to keep this crew motivated and that includes my senior staff." Looking around the room at each of her officers, Kathryn noticed that each shifted uncomfortably in his/her chair and cast their eyes down when she tried to meet them. "Look, don't be embarrassed. I know how hard it is to keep your mind on your duties when there's nothing going on to capture your attention, so we need to come up with some creative ways of dealing with it. I want to be able to provide each member of this crew with at least three days R&R." Sitting back, Janeway steeped her fingers and waited for suggestions. Harry and Tom proposed opening up the holodeck to all by creating a program that would intrigue almost everyone. "What kind of program did you have in mind gentlemen," inquired Janeway. They looked at each other and then at the captain. Tom took the lead, as always. "We were thinking maybe a topical island, with all kinds of holograms that would appeal to most. Vacation spots. Hideaways. Maybe some small adventures. Surfing, snorkeling, boating�well, you get the idea," finished Tom. Janeway's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "How many could use the program at a time," she asked. Harry spoke up this time and said, "Depends on where people go. If everyone goes to the beach or gathers in just one place, which we don't think will happen, then maybe 60 - 80 people. Either way, there should be plenty of room." Janeway nodded her head as she listened and then told Tom and Harry to go ahead and set it up in holodeck one and two, leaving holodeck three for other pursuits. "Any other suggestions," she asked looking at her unspoken senior staff. Neelix mumbled a little to himself and then said, "I could put together a luau towards the end of the week. Keep it running for twenty-four hours, so that everyone gets a chance to enjoy it." Kathryn nodded and then gave her consent. "I have much work in Astrometrics that would benefit from bored members of this crew," replied Seven of Nine. Janeway smiled and shook her head. "The idea Seven, is to relax and forget about work unless absolutely necessary. Rest and Relaxation are the key words here. By the way, I included my senior staff, so you might as well get use to the idea." Seven frowned but said nothing else. B'Elanna looked at Seven and appeared to be thinking when Kathryn interrupted her thoughts. "Lieutenant Torres," said Kathryn wondering at the gleam in her eye as she looked at Seven. "Do you have any suggestions?" B'Elanna blinked and then focused on the Captain. "Sorry ma'am, guess I was daydreaming. No, I can't think of anything at this time.""Very well. Let's get busy and see what we can do to schedule everyone time off. Dismissed." As her senior staff strolled out the door, Tom and Harry discussed their plans excitedly. It took her a moment to realize that B'Elanna had remained behind. Smiling, Kathryn leaned forward, entwined her fingers and looked questioningly at Torres. "What can I do for you Lana," asked Janeway using the nickname that B'Elanna's mother had called her by. Lieutenant Torres returned Janeway's smile. She loved it when Kathryn called her Lana. The use of the nickname reminded B'Elanna of her mother. "I have lots of stuff to do in engineering Captain. I really don't have need of this time off just yet. Could I request a delay?" Kathryn leaned back and swung her chair in B'Elanna's direction. "A rain check Lieutenant," asked Kathryn. "B'Elanna shook her head and replied, "Yes." Straightening up and then leaning on the table, Kathryn lightly covered one of B'Elanna's hands with her own. "You and Seven both are similar when it comes to your duties. You feel a responsibility to your jobs like no one else, but it will not do any of us any good if you burn yourselves out�so, no rain check. Sorry." "You understand I had to try," said B'Elanna grinning. "Oh course, I would expect nothing else from you," Kathryn replied also grinning. Kathryn walked B'Elanna to the door and then to the turbolift. "Try to remember how to have a good time, won't you," said Kathryn to her fiery chief engineer. "Yes, ma'am. I'll try," replied Torres as she stepped into the lift. For a moment she caught Janeway's eyes, looked into them as if she could see Kathryn's soul and then said, "computer, engineering" and as the doors closed, Janeway finally remembered to take a breath.
B'Elanna Torres rode the lift to engineering as she thought about the look that passed between her and Janeway. She'd meant only to look at her and smile, but when Janeway refused to break contact, B'Elanna had felt swallowed up. Her interest in Kathryn was not sexual and never could be since the woman began using the nickname her mother had called her as a child. The captain felt like a surrogate mother and all B'Elanna wanted from her was comfort and a shoulder when she needed it. As weak as that made her feel, B'Elanna also knew she wouldn't have survived some of the challenges she faced without the woman's strength. The barge of the dead had left her feeling strung out and emotionally drained, but Kathryn had been there for her and had helped her as a mother might a lost child. Although she knew Kathryn's resolve not to become involved with a crewmember was strong, she also knew Kathryn was only human and humans need companionship and love.
Lately the statuesque ex-Borg had captivated B'Elanna's attention. The woman's curves filled her dreams, as did her naughty whispers and tender touches, but each morning when she woke, it was just a dream and B'Elanna would end up having to relieve the tension before rising. It overwhelmed Torres to have the woman near her and not being able to touch her.
At that moment, Seven of Nine strolled into engineering and headed straight for the half-Klingon. A shiver passed over B'Elanna's body as Seven drew close. Torres decided not to look up when Seven got there, mainly because the woman would immediately notice her changed physiological state. "Something I can do for you Seven," Torres asked trying to look busy at the station. "Yes," replied Seven as she spread her legs slightly apart and then linked her hands behind her back. B'Elanna could image how Seven looked right now. She would be standing at attention in front of her, breasts jutted out proudly, while every inch of her body would be outlined by her biosuit. "Well, out with it," said Torres still trying to concentrate on the controls. When she didn't get any reply she looked up the length of Seven's body and then into her face. Suddenly B'Elanna felt hot and flushed. Pulling at her jacket collar to relieve the sudden heat, B'Elanna forgot to look away as her body reacted to Seven's nearness, not that Seven needed to see your eyes to detect the changes. "Do you need assistance Lieutenant," asked Seven in a quiet voice, "because I can provide it for you." B'Elanna took a couple of steps back afraid of what she'd just heard. "Wha�what did you say," Torres stuttered asking for clarification. "I wondered if you would accompany me to Hawaii for three days. You and I have been assigned the same time allotment for our�R&R," Seven stated. Torres stared at Seven. Had she actually heard Seven coming on to her or had she been daydreaming again? This new offer floored her as well. "I'd�love to," she stammered out before almost collapsing on the floor. As her knees grew weak, she leaned against the wall to support herself. Concerned, Seven stepped forward and braced her. "Do you need to see the doctor," inquired Seven, "or would you rather I help you back to your quarters?" B'Elanna shook her head to clear the cobwebs, but it didn't help. Without waiting for an answer, Seven swept B'Elanna off of her feet and carried her to sickbay. Once there the doctor came over and scanned the Lieutenant. "You need to rest Lieutenant. The tricorder shows that you're extremely fatigued. Luckily that's easily remedied. You are off duty for the rest of the day. Would you like something to help you rest," he asked shaking his head at her stupidity. He shouldn't have to remind people of their basic needs. "No�no, I'm fine. I'll rest this evening. I have things to do in�" The doctor held up a hand to stop her words. "I am confining you to quarters and will inform the captain as soon as you leave. However, since you seem reluctant to obey my orders, I'll just have Seven stay with you to make sure you do. Alright with you Seven?" Seven resumed her usual stance and replied, "That is acceptable." "Good, now get out. You never know when I'll have some real patients," he complained rolling his eyes. Oh great, thought Torres, I'll never be able to sleep with her so close.
Escorted to her quarters and feeling as if she'd just been sentenced to a stay in the brig, inmate Torres walked stiffly to her door and then opened it. "Come on in," she said sounding calmer than she felt. Heading straight for the replicator she ordered bloodwine. She usually reserved the drink for stressful situations and having Seven in her quarters sure did feel stressful. "Can I get you anything Seven�since you're staying?" Seven moved closer to B'Elanna, tilted her head slightly and asked why B'Elanna felt the need to drink. "My Borg implants pick up on the physiological changes that occur within you, so I know you are experiencing nervousness. Do you wish me to leave," Seven asked. B'Elanna raised an eyebrow. Thank Kahless that she didn't pick up on the other changes. "No. Stay�I just haven't slept well the past few days and this helps me relax," Torres explained to the curvy ex-drone. Seven nodded her understanding and then said, "I will join you in your 'relaxation' Lieutenant. A small glass of white wine, low alcohol content, will suffice." B'Elanna ordered then brought the wine over to Seven and handed it to her. "Have a seat, put up your feet," offered Torres as she flopped on the couch and did just that. Seven of Nine, not to be outdone, took a seat next to the Lieutenant and followed suit. "Comfy," asked B'Elanna. "Yes. I am comfortable Lieutenant," Seven replied. "Good. Then do me one other favor," Torres asked. Seven nodded yes. "Please call me B'Elanna." "Very well, Lieu�B'Elanna," replied the ex-drone, "Thank you." B'Elanna smiled in surprise. "Why are you thanking me," questioned Torres, "I should be thanking you for your help this morning." Seven turned toward B'Elanna and said, "The use of your first name is a privilege that you don't grant to many. I am grateful you allow me to use it." Taking B'Elanna's hand, Seven grinned and said in low voice, "You may call me Borg." B'Elanna, already startled by her hand in Seven's, almost missed the woman's attempt at humor. It was so dry and subtle, that at times you could miss it if you weren't paying attention. "Ha, ha," replied B'Elanna not removing her hand, "I remember the last time I called you that. I ended up eating some of the wall." Smiling, Seven said nothing else but drew B'Elanna in with her eyes. The stark blue disappeared as her pupils' dilated. B'Elanna knew her own brown eyes mirrored Seven's as both became aware of each other's attraction. Seven pulled her hand away just as B'Elanna started toward her, lips at the ready. Blinking, B'Elanna shook her head and then located Seven who now sat in the chair across from her. Bewildered, B'Elanna gave Seven a questioning look. Seven glanced away and downed her drink. "Now is not the time B'Elanna." B'Elanna leaned back against the couch and said, "The time for what Seven?" Two could play this game. "I do not know how you feel about me," replied the blond in a low, unsteady voice. "How can you say that," asked B'Elanna, "I thought we'd come to a�silent understanding." Seven shook her head and continued, "People can have sex without really liking each other. I have studied and observed this." B'Elanna drew in a breath and exhaled it noisily. "Yes, that's true, but have you ever known me to do that," she asked. Seven tilted her head towards B'Elanna and said, "You slept with Lieutenant Paris long after it became apparent that your relationship was over, did you not?" B'Elanna stood up and began to pace. "That was different Seven. I hadn't realized that the relationship was over yet and when I did realize it, I had to figure out a way to let him down gently." Seven stood also. "You had sexual relations with him until that time though." She stated it as a fact. "How do you know that," asked Torres suspiciously. "I overheard Lieutenant Paris telling Harry about your�encounters. He told Ensign Kim that the breakup of your marriage was inevitable so he had been exploring his�options," Seven informed Torres. In a rage, B'Elanna picked up a dish she had not recycled yet and threw it against the far wall. "P'Tach," she screeched, "I an going to kill him the next time I see him!""That will accomplish nothing Lieutenant," said Seven matter-of-factly. "It will make me feel a whole lot better," came Torres reply. "If the two of you are no longer involved, I see no logical reason for this emotional display." B'Elanna whirled and grabbed Seven by the arm. She hissed and said, "I am sick of your superior attitude! Just because you've studied relationships and think you understand them, that doesn't give you the right to preach to the rest of us." Seven glared at the Lieutenant and pried her fingers off her arm. "I understand more than you think I do Lieutenant. Your emotions also don't give you license to preach," Seven replied angrily. Toe-to-toe the two women eyed each other and breathed heavily. One could have cut the tension with a spoon, it was that thick, but neither opponent gave an inch. Seven finally spoke up before she walked out of the door. "Shall I meet you at holodeck one at 0900 hours for our R&R?" B'Elanna was taken aback once again. "Sure," she replied as the anger washed away, "0900 hours."
The next day found both women wondering what to take on 'vacation', but since they both had three straight days off, they settled on light clothing and bathing suits. They also decided to take enough clothing for their three-day stay at the small cottage they'd reserved. B'Elanna had found it last night while looking through what Tom's program offered. It came fully furnished, with a pool, sauna and cook/housekeeper and it was in the middle of nowhere, but had a beach within a quarter mile. So, they hired a taxi to take them there and then settled in. "Can you imagine? No one else around for ten miles, our own exclusive beach and a pool. This is the life," exclaimed Torres to Seven. "This is acceptable," claimed Seven looking around. High praise considering the source. Clapping her hands together and making a rubbing motion, B'Elanna looked at the palm trees, native fruit and fauna and then said, "What shall we do first?" With a devilish glint to her eyes, B'Elanna slowly approached a suspicious Seven of Nine. "What are you doing Lieutenant," she asked eyeing the smaller woman. "I think it's time for a swim, don't you," she asked now openly stalking the gorgeous woman before her. "The question is, do you want to remove your clothes now before I throw you in or after?" Seven circled the Klingon and replied, "I do not wish to swim Lieutenant." A smile broke B'Elanna's face as she made a grab at Seven and missed. "You don't seem to understand Seven. You don't have a choice in this matter." She lunged again, but before she could take hold, Seven pushed her away. "I am not going to swim and unless I am mistaken, you are not...," Seven looked at the ground for a moment before continuing, "woman enough to make me." An evil grin now split B'Elanna's face. "Now that hurts Seven." With little notice, the Klingon warrior sprang on the ex-Borg and pinned her arms to her sides. Lifting the taller woman off her heels, B'Elanna approached the pool. Seven struggled and then seemed to panic. "Please, put me down! I do not know how to swim," she yelled to the Klingon. All motion stopped. "Don't know how to swim? I thought you 'studied' how to do everything," said B'Elanna teasing. "I did and it became clear to me that my Borg implants would weight me down. I would 'sink like a rock' as the saying goes."
B'Elanna stood back and surveyed the blond. "Tell you what, let's go change into our bathing suits and then I'll teach you how to swim." Seven nodded her agreement but them asked why they needed clothing to swim in. "Because�someone might see us," reasoned B'Elanna. "Computer, is there any people near this location," asked Seven. *Negative,* came the computer's response. "Computer, where is the closest person," asked Seven once again. *Ten point three miles from your present location.* After the last answer, Seven tipped her head to the left and again asked why they needed suits. B'Elanna panicked now. "Well, we�don't, but it's custom to wear one," she replied. Seven linked her hands behind her back and said, "It is not logical or practical to wear clothing to swim in. Especially since we have established the proximity of other people. Modesty is not required." B'Elanna placed her hand on the back of her neck and rubbed. She could not argue with Seven. She was right, but how do you explain to someone like Seven that seeing her naked would drive you wild with desire? How would she react if B'Elanna just came up and took her in the pool? Would she be disgusted and push her away or would her Klingon features drive her away? Too many questions with no answers, so she stopped this line of thinking. Sighing she made up her mind to ignore protocol and have fun. "Alright let's go," said B'Elanna as she headed for the back of the house, already stripping off her shirt and throwing it to the ground.
Seven watched B'Elanna strip off her shirt and felt a gnawing throb between her legs. The sensation happened every time she observed B'Elanna. She found it very distracting. If humans experienced this sensation each time they were around someone they found attractive, it was no wonder they could not get their work done. She walked unsteadily to the cottage and to then to a bedroom. The room was attractive in a plush manner. The coloring of the room coupled with the handsome bed covers relaxed Seven in a way she'd never known. Even aboard Voyager. Reaching behind her and drawing the zipper down from her neck, the biosuit slowly slipped away from her shoulders. She changed the biosuit every two days. To do so any sooner would be a waste of the ship's resources. The suit controlled her bodily functions including her sweat glands, so the need to change it sooner was unnecessary. She knew how she looked in it and how much attention she drew wearing it, but the doctor had assured her that it was because she was beautiful, not because of the suit. Still she didn't believe him whenever she passed a crewmember that only looked at her body, never at her face. Perhaps she would ask B'Elanna for her assistance in outfitting her with more suitable clothing. Stripped of her biosuit and heels, her height was somewhat less making her and B'Elanna approximately the same size. There was a certain freedom in losing the heels. They set her apart by making her tower over almost everyone aboard Voyager. She didn't like them for that reason, plus having run in the shoes on several occasions, she also found them impractical. A floor length mirror reflected her imagine and she frowned at the Borg implants. As long as they existed as part of her body, no one would find her attractive or want to love her. They reminded most of death. Sighing, she finally headed for the pool and a waiting B'Elanna.
B'Elanna had been in the pool for close to ten minutes fretting about her body and lost modesty when Seven came walking out. She looked to be the same height as Janeway, but far more endowed than Janeway. Her breasts were smaller than her biosuit suggested, a fact that surprised the Klingon. If B'Elanna had to describe perfect breasts, she would refer to Seven's. They were beautiful, just like the woman. Seven walked into the shallow end of the pool and then just stood there staring. Kahless, but she's beautiful, thought Torres once again as she tread water in the deep end. Slowly she swam toward the ex-Borg. As she drew near, she swore she could feel the heat of Seven's body. Closing her eyes, she swallowed and then looked at Seven, this time with a clear mind. "So, coming in," she asked. "No, this is�sufficient," answered a shivering Seven. Reaching out a hand, B'Elanna offered it to Seven and said, "Come with me." Seven wanted desperately to take B'Elanna's outstretched hand but she seemed frozen in place. "I can not move," she told B'Elanna, "My body is not functioning correctly. Perhaps I should�beam to sickbay." B'Elanna knew terror when she saw it but needed to assure Seven before the woman really panicked. "You're just scared�it happens to a lot of people Seven. We just have to take your mind off of it." Seven raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You see? You just moved your eyebrow and that's because you weren't thinking about it. Conquering your fear of water is the same," explained B'Elanna with her hand still outstretched. "Come on. Hold my hand. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Knowing that Torres spoke the truth still made it hard to grab her hand and allow her body to be pulled in further, but trust B'Elanna she did until they came to the slope of the pool. "I can not go any further," she complained, "I will drown." B'Elanna knew Seven would float but was short on ideas of how to prove it to her. Finally she decided to approach the issue from another angle. Walking up to the beauty, B'Elanna slipped her arm around Seven's waist and pulled her close. She placed her mouth next to Seven's ear and began whispering reassurances to the woman as she stepped backwards and moved them into deeper water. Seven closed her eyes and put her arms around B'Elanna neck and went with the flow. She reveled in the sensation of B'Elanna's round, perfect breasts and nipples tracing lines along her body as well as the ticklish feel of her pubic hair. Seven felt her body floating above B'Elanna's and also felt the gentle kick of her legs as they went in deeper, but couldn't feel concern when the other's breath warmed her ear. Finally B'Elanna stopped and Seven opened her eyes. "You see, you do float," said B'Elanna in a voice filled with passion. Seven looked deep in her eyes and replied, "Is this how you teach all of your pupils to swim Lieutenant?" B'Elanna blushed a color even the sun would be jealous of and made to pull away. "Do not leave me," said Seven feeling afraid that she would drown, and die from loneliness. B'Elanna placed her arms beneath Seven's and then grabbed the edge of the pool as she pressed her friend against the wall. "Do you need more�lessons Seven," B'Elanna asked playfully. Seven appeared to consider the question and then answered, "That would be acceptable." B'Elanna looked closer at the ex-Borg. Try as she might, Torres just couldn't figure out which meaning Seven had answered to, so she decided to play it safe and show her some basic swim moves. Seven's expression when Torres began her demonstration cleared up the entire matter. Not to say she was pouting exactly, but the last time she'd seen a lip that big was when she refused to play in Tom's Captain Proton program. Oh, but what a beautiful lip it is, thought Torres as she smiled at Seven. "Is anything wrong Seven," she asked innocently. "No, I�misunderstood your intension. Please continue showing me how to swim," said a dispirited Seven as she held onto the pool's wall. Swimming lazily towards Seven's bobbing breasts, B'Elanna pulled along side and then kissed Seven passionately. When she pulled back, partly in need of air, and partly because her body screamed for action, Seven's eyes seared into hers. Pushing off from the side, B'Elanna narrowly missed being snagged by Seven's hand. "If you want me Seven, you have to come get me," she teased as she settled into treading water at the pool's deepest point. Seven smacked the water with an open hand and then growled in frustration as she watched Torres. The growling raised in B'Elanna a raw, primal need that she almost gave in to as she watched Seven considering her options. Seven tried to pull away from the side but found she didn't have the courage. Her frustration built until she finally launched herself off the side of the pool towards B'Elanna. As Seven shot forward, B'Elanna kicked and placed herself just out of reach again. Seven slammed the water wildly trying to stay afloat, but couldn't quite get the hang of it. As she sunk in the watery depths of the pool, she felt a hand grab her wrist and pull her to safety. As soon as her feet hit solid ground though, she grabbed B'Elanna around the waist and then stood up smiling in triumph. "I knew you wouldn't let me drown B'Elanna Torres and now it is your undoing. You are mine," Seven exclaimed in victory as she walked to the stairs still carrying Torres. "Don't you think you should ask if I still want to be the prize? Since you cheated," Torres asked slyly. Putting her down, Seven was just about to apologize for misreading the clues again, when B'Elanna bolted for the house. "Ha! You still haven't got me," she yelled over her shoulder as Seven broke into a run realizing her mistake. The engineer's lithe body rounded corners and shot through rooms like a cat, but Seven was in good shape and agile too, so Torres wasn't too sure of her lead. Bursting out of the French siding doors, B'Elanna glanced over her shoulder and saw�nothing. She pulled up and listened carefully but heard nothing. Silently she made her way around the pool and then flattened herself against the wall of the cottage, peering around the corner. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she whirled around, but no one was behind her. Now she was tense and jumpy and this was suppose to be her vacation. Damn. She crouched and scoured the lay of the land for several more minutes before believing that Seven was not lying in wait. When she returned to her room, she was surprised at what or rather, who lay on her bed.
Seven loved the hunt and thrill it gave her, but her needs at the moment had lessened, so she had logic back on her side. After having chased the Klingon through the house and around the yard, Seven decided to try a more simplistic approach. Waiting on B'Elanna's bed. Seven soon grew tire of waiting for B'Elanna though and consequently fell asleep. When next she woke, Torres was standing at the foot of the bed watching her, a smile on her face. "My," Seven purred, "What big�eyes you have grandma." B'Elanna grinned and then threw herself onto the bed next to the lanky blond. "And just where did you learn that, may I ask," questioned B'Elanna. "From a little girl who insisted I read the dreadful story to her," Seven replied. "Anyone I know," asked B'Elanna knowing full well whom she meant, but teasing anyway. "Naomi Wildman," stated Seven puzzled, "Don't you remember her?" Tracing a circle on Seven's stomach, Torres whispered back, "Oh yes, I remember her. I just wondered if you had any other�women on Voyager I should be concerned about." Seven leaned up on her elbows and turned her head in Torres's direction. "I am uncertain of your meaning Lieutenant," claimed Seven confused. "I meant, will I be the only woman wanting to crawl in your bed and ravish you," replied B'Elanna, "Or are there other women that I should be jealous of?" Seven blinked, swallowed hard and then said, "We are going to copulate Lieutenant?" B'Elanna flopped onto her back and replied, "Not if you call it that and not if you keep addressing me as Lieutenant." Seven rolled onto her side and looked at B'Elanna. Her eyes scrolled the length of B'Elanna's body, stopping to study the thatch of dark hair near B'Elanna's sex and then she turned her electric blue eyes on B'Elanna's nipples which hardened in response. B'Elanna closed her eyes and willed her traitorous body to behave, but when she opened them again, she became lost in the depths of Seven's eyes and could control nothing. "So," B'Elanna began, "Are there other women who you 'copulated' with?" The issue of other women was beginning to irritate Seven. "Why do you require this knowledge, Lieut�B'Elanna," she asked grumpily. B'Elanna tilted her chin up and said, "Oh, so I'm not the first." "It is rather presumptuous of you to think otherwise, do you not think so," Seven stated turning away. B'Elanna snapped back, "I don't presume to know anything about you. I just thought�well, I don't know what I was thought. I guess I was hoping I'd be your first. There happy," Torres asked angrily. "Am I your first B'Elanna," asked Seven knowing full well she wasn't. "In a manner of speaking, yes, you are or were going to be," replied B'Elanna feeling more upset with every passing moment. "Explain," said Seven waiting for clarification. B'Elanna turned to Seven, her eyes tearing as she answered, "I've never been with a woman before. I had hoped my first time would be with you." The rest of the answer was said so softly that if not for her Borg enhanced hearing, Seven would never have caught it. Seven looked down now, unable to meet B'Elanna's eyes. "I have had sex with�holographic women, so that I would be experienced for..," but she didn't finish the sentence. Torres started but then reached over and moved Seven's hair from her face and asked, "For whom?" Not wanting to answer the question, but not wanting to move away from her touch, Seven finally muttered, "You. I wanted to be ready for you, so that I could pleasure you." B'Elanna pushed the woman over onto her back and then rolled on top of her. "Shall we see how much you learned," purred B'Elanna as she touched her lips to Seven's.
Seven shook in anticipation but decided to put off having sex with the Lieutenant, however the feelings B'Elanna's lips and exploring hands aroused in her was making the decision seem ludicrous. Gently she stilled B'Elanna's roaming hands and then rolled her off her body and onto the bed. "Not yet B'Elanna," she told the surprised half Klingon, "We should consume nutritional supplements first. Perhaps even liquid refreshments." B'Elanna threw her left arm across her eyes and sighed. "So you're telling me we should eat first and then have sex, or are you telling me we shouldn't have sex at all," B'Elanna all but whined. Seven smiled at the frustrated Klingon but decided to tease her. Moving onto hands and knees above the lithe form of B'Elanna Torres, Seven began to kiss her way down towards B'Elanna sex. B'Elanna, who couldn't believe her good luck, began to wriggle beneath Seven's lips as they inched their way down her body. Suddenly, she felt Seven's weight lift off the bed and just as she was about to sigh out her disappointment, she felt arms wrap around her thighs and pull her to the end of the bed, just before she felt those lips latch onto her clit. With surprisingly little effort, Seven made her come. With her legs dangling over the end of the bed, she felt the blond lean over her and then kiss her on the lips before those same lips whispered in her ear, "That will have to suffice until later." Having said that Seven stood, returned to her room to shower and to ready for dinner.
B'Elanna lay breathless on the bed for at least another ten minutes before she could move. Had she known what her impatience would buy her, she would have become impatient much sooner. Had she known, but she hadn't and wasn't about to start complaining now. Of course, between the pool and the chase, she had worked up quite the healthy appetite for the blond goddess, so she'd been on the edge of orgasm for a while. Nonetheless, she still felt like the over-eager teenage boy who couldn't hold back anything once he'd been touched. She'd been too easy and now felt slightly embarrassed by her reaction. She finally pushed herself up and into the shower hoping to wash away her musty smell and embarrassment, but once in the shower, her body remembered the brief encounter again and she closed her eyes. Leaning against the wall of the shower, B'Elanna's fingers found her sex and began to massage her aching clit. Moving in a circular motion, she quickened her pace and finally stiffened as she came once again. When she opened her eyes, she was startled to find Seven leaning against the outside wall of the shower with the door open, sipping wine and watching her. Seven's face betrayed the lust she felt for B'Elanna when their eyes met. Dressed in a flowing cotton sundress that B'Elanna could see straight through, Seven came close to stepping in the shower with B'Elanna. "How long have you been watching me," asked B'Elanna trying to cover her discomfort at having been caught masturbating. "Long enough," came Seven's strained voice as she put down her drink and then reached in and cupped B'Elanna's mound. As Seven's fingers touched B'Elanna's clit, she felt her body respond to the kneading friction, but when Seven leaned in more closely, still managing to keep her dress from getting wet and inserted her fingers into B'Elanna's vagina, B'Elanna's knees went weak from desire. As the fingers pushed in and pulled out in a steady motion, B'Elanna managed to spread her legs a little more giving Seven better access. Soon though, Seven's thumb joined the mix and began caressing B'Elanna clit stimulating her need even more as her fingers continued their thrusting motion. Before long, Seven thrust her head in the shower and took one of B'Elanna's nipples deep into her mouth, sucking and biting until they began to throb in time with her pulsing heartbeat. Seven's right hand held to the outside wall of the shower to keep her from becoming too wet in the water's flow, however it still allowed her complete access to the areas of B'Elanna's body that she now held, either in hand or in mouth. Seven was oblivious to the water as she came close to orgasm. B'Elanna's left hand held tightly to the back of Seven's neck as she bit at and licked B'Elanna's nipples unmercifully. Seven's fingers thrust deeper into B'Elanna when she felt B'Elanna's hand push against hers. Between the two of them, B'Elanna hit the edge of ecstasy and then spilled over as she came to Seven's ministrations. When Seven felt her fingers in the tight grip of B'Elanna's vaginal muscles, she came harder than she ever had. The experience left her wanting, but in some ways satisfied too. After that first shower, B'Elanna felt the need for another one, surprise, surprise, but Seven only needed to change her dress, which did end up soaked. Once Torres stepped into the livingroom, Seven approached her and handed a glass of wine. "To�us," Seven toasted with an eyebrow raised in question to B'Elanna. "To us," B'Elanna managed to squeak out before her voice failed her completely. She felt stupid losing her nerve around someone as gorgeous as Seven, especially since they worked together and they'd had sex, but then she wasn't use to anyone really finding her attractive either. Most people cowered before her temper and were turned off by her Klingon features.
Seven led her to a nicely decorated table with candles burning and places already set. When B'Elanna drew near a chair, Seven pulled it out for her and seated her. Tom could certainly pick up some manners from this Borg, thought Torres. Seven stayed behind her and ran her long fingers through B'Elanna's hair until B'Elanna tilted her head back and rested it on Seven's stomach. "Hhhmmm, that's very nice," purred B'Elanna losing herself in the sensation. Seven continued her caresses through the Klingon's hair until she couldn't control her desire anymore. Leaning down, she kissed the slender neck as her hand slid slowly down the woman's body, pausing only long enough on her breasts to harden the nipples. As she snaked her hand ever closer to B'Elanna's center, she felt B'Elanna's lips graze her neck and then her hand wander down to hold Seven's breast. Breathing heavily, Seven suddenly yanked the chair back away from the table and attempted to sweep the engineer off her feet, but as she reached for her, B'Elanna sprung up and hurried to the other side of the table. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, B'Elanna met Seven's eyes and almost fainted when she saw the raw lust in them. "Not so fast love," teased Torres, "You didn't actually think you could leave me hanging like you did�for dinner no less and then not feed me, did you?" Seven clutched the back of the chair recently vacated by Torres and growled, "Come here." B'Elanna did a double take and then laughed. "That almost sounded like a command Seven." Seven emitted a low growl deep in her chest in answer to Torres statement. B'Elanna backed up and began putting distance between them. Wagging her finger back and forth, B'Elanna said, "Now, what's for supper," she asked opening up pots on the stove and trying to act nonchalant, "You're the one who just had to eat."
Seven stood glaring at the other woman, but finally turned around and walked off. Once outside, she found it easier to breathe. Grabbing a lawn chair, she slammed it down next to the pool, on the opposite side of the French doors and watched the moon's reflection ripple in the water as she thought about her current situation. She felt like she was being used again, like the Borg had used her. They also took what they wanted, just as B'Elanna was doing now. When Seven had returned to the Collective, in an attempt to save Voyager, the Borg Queen had tried to use her too. She claimed that Seven was always her favorite drone and she found her quite attractive, as human's go, but when she had placed her cold fingers between Seven's legs and began massaging the area, the jolt it sent through Seven was unlike any she had experienced�until now. As Seven held tightly to the poles of the Queen's regeneration chamber, the BQ had almost made her come as she whispered in her ear and rubbed her body against her, but as she neared orgasm, Captain Janeway burst in on the scene with a compression rifle and demanded her return. Seven's only saving grace had been Janeway's naive assumption that the BQ was torturing her because of her desertion. Sex would never have entered Janeway's mind since she couldn't see the otherworldly attractiveness of the BQ. Had she never been taken from the BQ, Seven wondered if the BQ would still have found her attractive. The BQ tended to be like a bully who saw his long forgotten toy in the hands of someone else who found solace in it and just had to have it back. Only no one found comfort in her and no one loved her on Voyager. She was just another lost soul rescued by the heroic Captain Kathryn Janeway and not a very well liked one at that. Her thoughts fogged her mind to all around her and she would have stayed that way for some time to come if B'Elanna hadn't cleared her throat and brought her out of it. "Are you going to stay out here all night," the small engineer asked Seven. "Go ahead and eat. I do not require anything," Seven stated without answering the question. She refused to play this game anymore. As B'Elanna approached her, Seven stood, pulled her chair back and declared she was going for a walk. "I'll go with you," tried B'Elanna. "That is not necessary," answered Seven as she turned and took long strides down the path to the beach.
What happened, thought B'Elanna, one minute we're having sex�well, wait. That's not right. Seven touched me each time. I never really had the chance to touch her and then when she thought it was her turn, I teased her and played around. I'd suddenly lost my nerve when she reacted so strongly and Seven finally lost her cool. I'd be damned uncool too. And what happened to my unemotional Borg? Deciding that time was what Seven needed, not a Klingon hounding her, Torres went inside and ate dinner. The meal, though cold, was good and satisfied the hunger that rumbled her stomach. After that she stripped and jumped into the pool to cool her over-heated body. Secretly she wished Seven would return while she swan but after thirty minutes, the Borg had still not appeared, so Torres called it a night and got out. Two hours later as she read a Klingon trash novel, when she heard Seven quietly enter the cottage and go straight to her room.
As the night passed, Seven finally dozed off to tortured thoughts and didn't wake until she felt the brush of fingers on her skin. Coming fully awake, she grabbed the offending hand and hauled it close. B'Elanna sailed into her because of Seven's strength, but decided to take advantage of Seven's surprise. As the smaller woman came flying up to her, she latched onto Seven. Still holding Torres's hand above her head, she came up on her knees and then pushed at B'Elanna who refused to let go and just ended up toppling them over, Seven on top. "This is unwise Lieutenant," stated the clear-headed ex-drone as she felt B'Elanna begin to kiss her neck. "Hhmm," replied Torres, humming against the side of Seven's neck. "You must stop Lieutenant," Seven tried again. "No," came Torres's answer. "Stop this or I will stop you," Seven threatened dismayed at her body's reaction to Torres. "Go ahead Borg," challenged Torres, "Do it if you can." Seven tried to pull away from the woman but she kept her legs firmly around her thighs. "I do not wish to injure you Lieutenant," said Seven in that calm way just before the shit hit the fan. "I'm waiting wonder woman, show me your powers." Seven's expression turned to anger at the woman's teasing. "Very well, I have warned you," she growled aggressively, but Torres was prepared. She met every attempt to displace her by strengthening her grip and every bruised muscle as an indication of Seven's lust, but when the woman smacked her in the shoulder to loosen her grip, B'Elanna growled and said, "So you want to have sex the Klingon way! Very well, consider yourself warned!" She drew back a fist and landed it on Seven's jaw, but the other woman continued to hold on tightly unfazed. "You wish to have sex with me, Lieutenant," asked the normally unemotional Borg. B'Elanna blew air out of her mouth noisily and then replied, "What the hell did you think I was doing all this time?" Seven let go of B'Elanna and leaned back on her knees now, still straddling B'Elanna's pelvis. "Then you still like me," asked Seven. Pushing up on her elbows, Torres looked at Seven in amazement. "You've got to be kidding!" "I do not kid," Seven replied crossing her arms. "Of course I like you�in fact, I'm pretty sure it's more than like," said B'Elanna, "But how 'bout we take it one step at a time?" "That is acceptable," agreed Seven as she placed an arm on both sides of B'Elanna and leaned into her body. "You will have sex with me," Seven stated as she kissed the engineer's lips. When Torres broke free for a breather, B'Elanna purred, "You're the boss." Seven cupped B'Elanna's breast and replied, "Yes," as she kissed the Klingon again.
The next morning, both women woke to the sun high in the sky and a warm breeze blowing through the curtains, but when they heard the sounds of pans clanging together, they looked at each other and quickly dressed. Investigating the noises, they were drawn to the kitchen and confronted by a rather heavyset woman with a dark complexion and a big smile. "Good mornin' to ya," she began. The melodic tones of her voice brought an automatic smile to the faces of both women. "Would ya be wantin' some lunch then," she asked politely. "I could whip up ma specialty." B'Elanna and Seven had both forgotten about the cook/housekeeper that came with the cottage, but wondered at her accent. Maybe Tom and Harry had their islands mixed up. "That would be lovely�ah, I'm sorry. I don't know your name," said B'Elanna to the large woman. "You would be callin' me Clara," said the woman offering coffee to both women. "Now have a seat and I'll be bringin' your lunch to ya soon. Though I had wondered if the two of ya would be getting' outa bed today." Seven blushed and looked toward the floor as B'Elanna took her hand. "Well, had we not heard you out here, we may not have," said B'Elanna with a twinkle in her eye. Grabbing a bowl and whisking its contents, Clara winked and said, "If I were a bit younger, I might have a romp with ya myself." Seven glanced up quickly at the statement and fought off a spark of jealousy as she placed her cup of java on the table. Throwing the eggs into a hot frying pan and pointing a spatula at Seven, Clara said, "Mind ya love, you look to be a tasty morsel too." Seven blushed fiercely at the comment but tried to remember her socialization lessons the doctor had taught her. "Thank you�so do you." B'Elanna spit out the coffee she'd just taken a sip from and Clara threw her head back and gave a belly laugh before wagging her finger at Seven and replying, "You're a liar but I luv ya for it!" Coming around the cooking island, Clara rushed over to a startled Seven, who was still trying to get her head around the quick way the woman could move and gave her a bear hug unlike Seven had ever had. With arms pinned to her sides and feet three inches off the floor, she looked over Clara's shoulder and shot B'Elanna a pleading look. B'Elanna caught her eye, but then began studying something at her feet with unusual interest until Seven was lowered back to the ground and given an enormous wet kiss on the cheek. Stunned all Seven could manage to do was sit. After lunch, Clara chased them out of the house and cleaned. Approximately two hours later, she emerged and declared her work finished for the day. "I've left you dinner in the cooler, but you should have no time of heatin' it up." Both women smiled, though Seven was more cautious about what she said around the rotund woman now. B'Elanna asked Clara, "Couldn't you stay for dinner? Maybe go for a swim?" The woman grinned at the offer and replied, "That's the nicest offer I've had all year, but I'll not be temptin' ya wit this gorgeous body now�you'll have to make do wit what ya have." As they waved good-bye to the cook, both reflected on the woman.
"Would you like to take a swim Seven," asked B'Elanna looking forward to having some downtime with her beautiful blond. "That would be acceptable," came the regimental answer. "Shall we put swimming suits on," Seven asked still not clear on the rules. "Do you want to wear one," asked Torres already stripping. As Seven watched the Lieutenant undress, she barely had the breath to answer. "No, I do not believe it will be necessary to wear one." "Good, then quit gawking and strip. I want to watch," claimed B'Elanna as she tread water, "And please hurry!" Seven smirked at her new lover and then reached back and unzipped her biosuit slowly. She allowed only her shoulders to show as the suit began to fall. Without knowing she had drifted toward the blond goddess, B'Elanna's eyes were glued to Seven's form. "Ah Seven, you're killing me here." Seven stopped her actions and looked concerned. "Do you need assistance Lanna," asked Seven. "Yes, I do and if you continue to take your time removing that suit, I may not wait for you," exclaimed the frustrated hybrid. Seven raised an eyebrow giving B'Elanna a questioning look, so to illustrate the point B'Elanna floated over onto her back and began touching herself. Seven's eyes dilated and her body filled with lust at the sight before her. It had to be the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed and she wanted to be right next to B'Elanna to watch it. Throwing her clothes off, she ran into the pool, not minding the coolness of the water and made her way to B'Elanna in record time. B'Elanna stood up and was about to make a smartass comment when Seven kissed her and whispered, "Do not stop. I wish to watch you." B'Elanna led Seven over to the shallow end and then had her sit on the stairs next to her. She stretched her body out and began to touch herself again for Seven's benefit. Her excitement heightened at the thought of this lovely creature wanting to observe her having solitary sex, though she'd already watched her do this once, Seven couldn't seem to get enough. Seven rolled in the water and leaned into B'Elanna as she touched herself. Seven's eyes traveled between B'Elanna's hand activity and her facial expression as she neared climax. When she came, Seven slid an arm beneath her and then rolled B'Elanna on top of her and held her close. "That was beautiful Lana," she whispered to her lover, "But I think I am done swimming. Shall we go into the house where I can explore you more?" B'Elanna grinned, kissed Seven and said, "Sweet talker."
The rest of the vacation went smoothly and Clara made sure they ate at least once a day, even if she had to kick them out of bed, much to their embarrassment. Both woman enjoyed the robust housekeeper and decided to vacation there again...soon. As they strolled out of holodeck one, Captain Janeway, dressed in Hawaiian shirt and shorts, books in hand and suntan lotion, ran into them. "How was it ladies," she asked the two very relaxed looking officers. "Great Captain. May I suggest the cottage we just left? It was excellent," claimed B'Elanna as Seven nodded her agreement. "Well, where is this paradise," asked Janeway trying to juggle the contents of her hands. When Torres explained how to get there, Janeway nodded and entered the program. The two new lovers glanced at each other and B'Elanna yelled, "Race ya," as she surged down the hall at incredible speed, but Seven's legs allowed her to overtake the woman before the turbolift doors closed. Slipping between the shutting doors, Seven grabbed B'Elanna's waist and drew her in as she settled against the back wall. "I believe we have an appointment in your quarters Lieutenant," said Seven in her usual manner. "Back to that are we," said B'Elanna as she pressed her pelvis into Seven's a little harder. "I believe I need reminding of who is in charge once again," declared Seven with an eyebrow cocked. Smiling devilishly, B'Elanna replied, "I believe my first command can wait until we're in my quarters." Lifting B'Elanna up so she could wrap her legs around her waist, Seven said, "I do not believe I can wait for that order Lieutenant." B'Elanna drew back her head and said, "You had better wait crewman, or I'll have to discipline you." Seven shivered and closed her eyes hardly noticing that the doors had slid open. When B'Elanna whispered this to her and ordered her to put her down, Seven answered, "I will not comply." "Very well, then you know what I must do," stated Torres feeling even more randy than when she'd been on the island. "I understand Lieutenant," came Seven's weakened response as she hurried to Torres's quarters. Luckily no crewmembers were around to see the "Ice Queen' carrying the temperamental Klingon in this manner because no would have believed it in the first place and most may have fallen over in a dead faint at the sight; however nothing happened until they entered B'Elanna's quarters and the rest, as they say, is really none of your business.