Chapter 15
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Pairing: B/7
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Chapter 15
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Extra note. This chapter is NC-17 from start to finish. If you are not interested in that than you can skip this chapter and continue with chapter 16. You won't miss anything plot wise. If you are interested in NC-17 then please let me know what you thought of this. Also, this is not sweet and tender lovemaking in bed. Nothing bad, I think, but I thought you should know.
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The bath had done wonders for B'Elanna. It had soothed her so much that she had actually fallen asleep in the bath for half an hour. But the moment she got out of the bath she was reminded of the fact that she hadn't seen Seven since their fight earlier that day. It had been the black silk bathrobe she had put on after drying that had reminded her of Seven. It was her favorite bathrobe, or better said, it was her favorite since Seven had seen it for the first time and had stated that it was 'aesthetically pleasing' to see B'Elanna wear it. That had been only moments before the coffee table had been christened. Since then B'Elanna referred to the bathrobe as her 'lucky' robe.
"Where is she?" B'Elanna asked out loud to the empty room. "Her shift ended two hours ago." The Klingon thought for a moment to simply ask the computer, but she decided against that because it felt as if she would be checking up on Seven. However, that didn't stop her from slowly starting to pace the room.
Ever since she and Zerisan had talked earlier that day about fighting with your partner, B'Elanna was looking forward to continuing the fight that had started in Engineering that day. So when half an hour later the doors finally parted to let Seven through, the first words the Borg heard were; "Where were you?"
Seven was about to explain that she had visited Naomi for a little while since she felt sorry for not being able to spend much time with the child lately. But when she saw the hotheaded Klingon standing there, hands on her hips, and only wearing that robe that Seven loved, the Borg quickly changed her reaction. "That is none of your business," She said while she walked past the fuming Klingon and put a padd she was carrying on the coffee table.
"Hey, don't you dare walk by me," The Klingon said while grabbing Seven's arm.
The blonde simply shook off B'Elanna's hand and went to the replicator. "Why not? You showed this afternoon that communicating is beyond you."
"Oh, so that is what this is about." B'Elanna said, waving her arms in an exaggerated gesture and stomping up behind the Borg.
Suddenly the Klingon pushed herself between the replicator and Seven, forcing the Borg to look at her. "Very well, if you want to make dinner then that is acceptable." Seven merely said after lifting her eyebrow and then moving away again, but not before giving B'Elanna the opportunity to see the want in those blue eyes.
"You better stop ignoring me, you stupid Borg."
"Why should I? The only thing you seem capable of saying is the same standard limited vocabulary. Listening to you saying the same thing over and over again is truly inefficient."
"You better watch what you're saying." B'Elanna growled, once again stalking after the Borg. "Or else I'm going to rearrange that glacier you call a face."
"Threatening me with your mediocre engineering knowledge is another show of your inadequacy in even basic communication."
At that the Klingon decided on a direct approach. "That was a low blow, you Borg." She gritted through her teeth and lunged herself as the ex-drone who had obviously not expected that maneuver and was tackled to the ground. After a few moments of wrestling, B'Elanna came out on top, straddling the blonde and breathing heavily. "Kahless, Seven, what a woman you are. I think I'll keep ya."
"Kiss me," Seven demanded and B'Elanna immediately obliged. Leaning forward, their lips met with passion and within seconds B'Elanna felt one of Seven's hands on the back of her head, pulling her even more into the kiss. When B'Elanna felt the tongue of her lover demanding entrance she willingly surrendered to that demand and didn't waste a second before she started using her own tongue to make love to Seven's. They parted for a moment to take the necessary air and then Seven willingly surrendered to B'Elanna who then took control of the kiss.
The Klingon moaned into her lover's mouth when she felt Seven's other hand drifting up her leg, conveniently shifting the loose robe up, and then B'Elanna moaned a second time when her lover started kneading her muscled cheeks.
With that, the Klingon decided that it was time to put her own hands to good use and started massaging the Borg's breasts. She laughed softly when even through the fabric of the biosuit she felt Seven's peaks immediately coming to full attention at her touch. She loved how responsive Seven's body was to her touch. "Let's go to bed," The Klingon whispered.
But Seven had other plans and her lover's words were enough to bring her back from her temporary leap of concentration. Without warning, the Borg pushed her lover off her and stood up. "If you think that I will let you have your way with me after the way you just treated me then you are sorely mistaken. Do you really think that I would copulate with somebody who just tackled me to the floor? I think that you should sleep on the couch tonight."
"What? Are you nuts?" B'Elanna asked and once again started following Seven. "You just got me hot beyond belief and you better take care of that."
"Only in your dreams," The blonde said with a sexy smile while she reached the wall behind the couch and she turned around. The place seemed random to the agitated Klingon but Seven had chosen that spot deliberately. With the couch that was standing a little more than a body length away being the closest thing, they would have enough room to play.
"No, no, no. You don't seem to understand, Borg. That is not open for discussion. Tonight you're mine. Even if that means that I have to take what is mine." By now they were standing almost against each other and they could both feel the body heat radiating off the other. B'Elanna could clearly see Seven's erect nipples showing through the fabric of the biosuit. A clear testimony to how aroused the ex-drone truly was.
"You should not claim as your own what you can not handle."
"Oh, I can handle you all right. You're mine and you will do whatever I say."
"If you want something from me, then you better be prepared to take it. For you will not be getting anything at all from me willingly tonight."
With that B'Elanna shoved Seven back and immediately followed, pinning the Borg against the wall. "I'm going to take what is mine now," She growled. Then she ignored the game for a moment and with a voice full of lust asked, "Have you any idea how worked up I am now? I'm only barely able to keep myself under control."
"Who said that you should control yourself?" Seven asked while she struggled a little bit against B'Elanna's hold and then pushed the Klingon away, thereby getting the Klingon back into the game.
With another growl, B'Elanna launched herself at Seven again, body slamming her back into the wall with enough force to knock the air out of the Borg's lungs. But with nowhere near the force to really hurt the ex-drone. "What the fuck gives you the idea that you can defend yourself against me? I'm in charge here."
Once again Seven struggled and pushed the Klingon away, only this time she took a good hold of B'Elanna robe and kept her at a small distance. "Maybe if you started acting as if you were in charge, I could actually believe that." The Borg's voice was more arrogant then B'Elanna could ever remember it being.
"Get your hands off me," B'Elanna growled through closed teeth in a tone that held many unspoken threats.
Seven let go of the robe, but obviously wasn't quick enough because B'Elanna brought up her own hands and pushed Seven's away, slamming them against the wall and holding them there. Using the rest of her body and her body weight, the Klingon once again pushed the blonde into the wall. "You think that's so funny, don't you? Torturing me like that? It is high time that you are put back in your place."
"As if you would have what it takes to put me in my place," Seven came back while struggling against B'Elanna's hold, but making sure not to use enough force to actually break free.
The Klingon growled again, she couldn't help it. Seven knew exactly what to say. Keeping the Borg's hands firmly pressed to the wall, B'Elanna pushed those hands lower until they were behind Seven's back and she could hold both hands in place with just one of her own. Using her now free right hand, she took a firm hold of Seven's hair and brought the blonde's head down. The Klingon claimed the lips of her lover roughly, demanding entrance with her tongue with an authority that Seven couldn't deny even if she had wanted to.
Abruptly the kiss ended and Seven's head was yanked back. "Apparently you don't understand. I own you, you're mine." B'Elanna's fingers traced Seven's lips. "These are mine." The Borg parted her lips slightly in response and suddenly B'Elanna felt one of her fingers captured between neat white teeth. "Do that and I'll make you sorely regret it." The words had been spoken in a soft whisper, but somehow that only gave the Klingon's threat more meaning.
Immediately B'Elanna felt the pressure of the teeth letting go. However Seven then began to use her tongue to make love to the finger inside her mouth. "Oh yeah, that's more like it, baby." The Klingon purred before she reluctantly removed her finger. She needed her hand for something else.
Suddenly Seven felt B'Elanna's hand between her legs, cupping her center through the biosuit and slowly rubbing up and down. The feeling tore a moan from Seven's lips and for a moment all pretenses of resistance fled from the Borg's mind.
"This is mine, all mine," The Klingon once again purred. Then she lifted her hand, putting more pressure on Seven's sensitive flesh, which caused the blonde to move her body up until she was standing on her toes. "Get down here and feel what I do to what's mine." B'Elanna said with a voice full of lust. She pulled Seven back down by the hands that she was still holding behind the Borg's body. She then started to put more pressure on the Borg's oversensitive bundle of nerves and was thrilled by the lustful grunt that Seven produced at that. "Tell me, who owns you?"
"No one."
B'Elanna smiled at the resistance and started to rub her hand a little faster. "My, you're swollen. You really want it," B'Elanna stated, knowing it to be the truth. "Who owns you?" She asked again just before she bit down on the soft skin of Seven's neck. Pinching, but not drawing blood.
"N... Oh, Lanna. You do. You own me. I am all yours. Please Lanna. I need more, I need you," Seven pleaded. She wanted to feel B'Elanna, to feel B'Elanna take her.
"I can smell you, you know. I can smell that delicious wetness between your legs. You know that." The Klingon said while she removed her hand from between Seven's legs and moved it up her body until she reached the blonde's breast and started kneading those hard. "I always can. Sometimes when we are in Engineering, I can smell you. Have you any idea what that does to me? To be standing in Engineering talking to Vorik, and I fucking know that one meter away you're standing, ready to take whatever I can give you." She moved her hand to the neck of the biosuit. "And you know what makes it even worse? That I know you are absolutely naked under this. That I just have to do this..." a ripping sound was heard when B'Elanna tore open one of the seams of the biosuit, knowing that not even she could rip the fabric itself. "... and I can have what is mine." A couple of more tears and what was left of the biosuit was hanging between Seven's feet and her wrist. B'Elanna realized that the sleeves of the biosuit were now trapping Seven's arms behind her. While this was not the intention, it pleased the Klingon nevertheless because that freed up her second hand.
Seven once again started to struggle, this time against her new captivity. While her legs were still pretty free, which would come in very convenient, she hoped, there was no way of really moving her arms unless she used more strength than she wanted. After a moment of struggling, she realized that this confinement excited her tremendously. She was now completely at B'Elanna mercy, B'Elanna truly owned her. She stopped struggling when she saw the Klingon taking a deep breath. Her excitement had not gone unnoticed.
Without a word, B'Elanna dropped to her knees and buried her face in Seven's overheated flesh, feasting on the Borg's excitement. Causing Seven to grunt approvingly. She was way past moaning.
B'Elanna put her tongue to good use, making sure that not a single drop of the aphrodisiac that was Seven's arousal went to waste. Finally she honed in on the source. For the moment the game was forgotten and there was only one purpose in life for the Klingon. Pleasing her lover. Using her hands she angled Seven's lower body a little bit away from the wall to gain better access and then immediately plunged her tongue as far as possible inside of Seven. B'Elanna simply loved the feeling of the Borg's muscles gripping at her tongue.
"Yes!" Seven said loudly when she felt B'Elanna entering her. She then spread her legs even further apart and angled her body a little more to give B'Elanna even better access. Never before had she been so glad for the rough soles on the shoes of her biosuit because their grip on the floor was the only thing keeping her up in this position. "Please, faster."
However, B'Elanna had other plans and moved her mouth to concentrate on the bundle of nerves that was begging for attention. Capturing it between two fingers, she attacked it ruthlessly with her tongue.
"Yes, Lanna." The Borg panted, trying to keep her legs steady. "Please, Lanna, just a little more. I am so close."
"You are?" B'Elanna suddenly asked, breaking all contact and standing up again. "Well, that was actually not what I had in mind for you, I got a little distracted." The Klingon then looked to the ignored nipples of the Borg, which seemed rock hard. A theory that B'Elanna quickly tested by pinching them. "Oh yeah. It seems that I neglected those poor guys, let me rectify that."
"Nooo. Please, Lanna. I am so close, I need release."
"Too bad. Live with it." B'Elanna grabbed a hand full of hair and then claimed the Borg's lips once more. "Taste that? That'll have to be enough for now. Because you can only have release when I'm good and ready to give it to you. Is that clear?"
"Y... Yes," Seven reluctantly agreed while B'Elanna concentrated on those full mounds. Kneading them and always pinching and rolling one bud while biting, sucking and licking the other. But only after a couple of minutes of this Seven pleaded again. "Please, Lanna, now. I can't stand it any longer."
Hearing Seven shorten her words was always a clear indication for B'Elanna and she realized that Seven really meant her words and immediately reacted. She put one of her legs between those of her lover, knowing that this would be more than enough for the highly aroused Borg. "I'm busy right now. If you want to come so desperately, you'll have to work for it."
Seven didn't hesitate and immediately brought her wetness down on B'Elanna thigh. This was the first time they had done this, but they both knew that it wouldn't be the last time. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them. For Seven to feel the muscled smoothness of B'Elanna's silk-like leg against the sensitive flesh of her womanhood, and for B'Elanna to feel the warm wetness of her lover coating her thigh. Both were sensations they wanted to experience more often. After a moment Seven finally started gliding along the surface she knew would bring her release and B'Elanna once again brought her mouth to the candy in front of her.
She simply couldn't get enough of Seven's mounds. The firm, yet incredible soft feel of them in her hands when she was molding them. The hard buds on top of them, standing as proud and erect as could be. B'Elanna felt like a kid in a toy store and couldn't help but bury her face in the valley between two of her favorite toys. She loved Seven's large breasts, lots to play with. And just as if Seven had been made just for B'Elanna, they were exactly the perfect size. She took a moment to taste the sweet skin between the Borg's mounds before concentrating on her nipples again. She took one of those perfect buds in her mouth and the feeling of the hardness of it against her tongue went straight to B'Elanna's center and she could feel herself getting even more lubricated than she already was.
And to top it all off, there was the incredible sweet torture of feeling her lover sliding over her thigh. "Kahless, I don't know what I did to deserve you, baby, but I swear to you that I will fight Kahless himself before ever giving you up."
"Uhg, umm. You won't have to, Lanna. I'm yours forever, forever."
"And I'm yours forever, Annika. You own me."
With that the Klingon decided that it was time to send her lover over. She put her hands on the Borg's hips and started setting the pace. "Come on, baby, I know you're close. Come for me."
Those words had the desired effect and with a last grunt Seven came. But it wasn't enough for B'Elanna. She immediately brought a hand to Seven's center and started rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves while the Borg was still on the last wave of her organism. B'Elanna had only a sole purpose so within mere moments she sent Seven over a second time. The Klingon didn't mind the shout of 'Laaannaa' right by her ear at all since it had been what she was looking for. And just as always, hearing her lover shout her name had taken B'Elanna over the edge too.
Closing her eyes to concentrate, B'Elanna fought getting too caught up in her own release. Her lover was all that mattered to her at that moment and just as the Klingon loved bringing Seven to her peak, she also loved coaching her down. While she once again started nibbling and teasing those perfect breasts in front of her, she started slowing the pace of her rubbing and steadily helped Seven ride out the waves of pleasure.
Finally the Borg relaxed her muscles and leaned back against the wall while getting her breath under control again. "I love you, Lanna. You are my life, Kyamo."
Continuing to calm her lover down, B'Elanna shifted her attention to placing soft, soothing kisses all over her body. Working her way up to Seven's lips. Finally claiming those in a long passionate kiss. Then she brought her hand up and clean Seven's wetness of one of her fingers before once again sharing a long kiss with her lover. She then offered a second finger to Seven who gladly took the offer. "And I love you, Annika. You are the reason for my existence. You are more important to me than the air that I breathe."
They kept exchanging words of love with kisses until they both had calmed down enough. "I'm, umm, I'm sorry about the suit, baby." B'Elanna finally said while freeing her lover of what was left of the biosuit.
"Do not feel sorry about that, Kyamo. I have the pattern in the replicator for a reason. I... in situations like today, I... I actually enjoy it when you do that." The Borg explained in something that came close to a shy confession.
"Really?" The Klingon asked with a toothy grin. "That is good to know." But then she became serious again. "So, listen, why don't you put something on to keep me from temptation while we work out a compromise that we can offer to the Captain tomorrow."
"That is not necessary. We already reached a compromise," The Borg said while walking to the coffee table in a sensual way that left no doubt that she was trying to work B'Elanna up again.
The Klingon's nostrils flared when Seven came back to her. The Borg was wearing nothing but that sexy smile that was only reserved for B'Elanna. And she was walking deliberately slow to give B'Elanna a good view her extraordinary body, a body just begging to be touched.
But knowing that she also had a duty to the ship, B'Elanna somehow managed to concentrate long enough to read the information on the padd. "You made quite some concessions here, baby."
"As have you, love," The Borg said with that sexy smile. "I think those are acceptable compromises. Do you agree?"
"Yeah, first we enter the suggestions that the Followers gave us for enhancing the warp drive into the computer. And while the computer tests if Voyager can take a consistent cruising speed of warp 9.99997 we go work on your precious sensors."
"Lanna, if we succeed in reaching and sustaining a cruising speed that is almost warp ten then we need to upgrade 'my precious sensors' or else we might already be crushed in a black hole before the sensors can warn us that we are even nearing one."
"I know, Mesh, but still. We also need to adapt the inertial dampeners frequency. We could just as well do that instead of..." B'Elanna's words trailed off when Seven came closer. "...um, great suggestions, I'm all for them." She let the padd slip from her fingers. The compromises she made, they both made, already forgotten before the padd even touched the floor.
"Excellent," Seven said, standing so close to B'Elanna that their chests were touching, the only barrier being B'Elanna's silk robe. "In that case, answer me a question."
"Sure."
"Why is it that almost every time when you first make love to me, you end up keeping some clothes on?"
The Klingon laughed at that. "Maybe I am just to impatient. Come on, Annika. If you are standing before me like you are now. That look in your eyes, that smile on your lips..." B'Elanna took a moment to take a deep breath through her nose. "... your body so ready for me. Taking all of my clothes off simply takes too much time."
"Indeed. Then I believe it is time that we took this garment off."
"Going to bed, are we?" B'Elanna asked, more than ready for some lovemaking with her partner.
"We will go to bed, later. But first..."
Before B'Elanna really knew what was happening, Seven had taken her into her arms and was carrying her to the kitchen area of their quarters.
"... but first, I am going to show you one of the reasons I insisted on a kitchen table in our quarters."
"Did I already tell you how much I love how strong you are?" B'Elanna asked while she felt herself been lowered onto the table. "That is such a turn on for me."
"All my strength is at your disposal, Lanna. To give you pleasure, and to protect you. You are my life. You are the reason for my strength. The Borg may have altered my body. But I would die without your love."
"You never have to worry about that, baby. I'm yours for eternity."
"Thank you," The Borg said quietly before showing that sexy smile again. "Now, before I give you your massage and you can feel even more, I need a little snack to ensure my energy level..."
B'Elanna heard Seven pulling a chair closer and sitting down. Indicating that she was planning on spending some time on what ever came next. She started to grin, wondering and hoping. And with the next words she heard her grin only got wider.
"... so spread them, Lanna, I want my snack."
And with a delighted laughter, the Klingon obliged.
Continued in Chapter 16
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