Unexpected gifts.
By HW. [email protected]
Dedicated to:
This story is dedicated to two very dear friends of mine. Congratulations, ladies. I�m sure that this step was only the first step on the road of a long and happy life together.I know that this isn�t much as far as engagement gifts go, but for special occasions I like to give personalized gifts. And what is more personal than a story I wrote?
Be happy, you deserve it.
Okay, let�s get rid of the disclaimer really quick this time.
Don�t own them.
Ain�t making any money out of this.Thanks very much to my betas; you guys make people believe that I can actually write in English. (Yes people, you should see my stories BEFORE my betas are through with them. No, don�t worry. I will not show you that, I don�t want to make you cry.)
Some adult words nothing too bad. But this story is definitely NC-17 for... other reasons. What other reasons you ask? Fine, okay, because you really want to know.
Rating: NC-17 for sex between two very beautiful grown-up women who are very adult and very consenting.
Relationship disclaimer: B�Elanna and Tom married? Waahaahaahaaa, good joke. Tell me another one. No, you misunderstood Paramount there, they are not married, they are not even in a relationship. They are just good friends.
I hope you enjoy this little endeavor. And yes, I love feedback. How do I know how good or bad I wrote without people telling me? So please, feeeed me.
Comments to HW
�Thank you, Naomi. That is really a nice drawing. I will give it a special place in my quarters.�
�Your welcome, B�Elanna.� The child said with a broad smile, glad that her gift was so appreciated. �Happy birthday. Sooo, did somebody else already give you something? What else did you get?�
The Klingon laughed at the child�s enthusiasm. She herself had never cared for birthdays, but it was a nice feeling to know that others cared. That a child cared enough to actually get up at six o�clock in the morning just to come to her quarters and give her a drawing she made. �Nope, you�re the first, I haven�t met anybody else yet today. Thank you very much, now, how about you go home and get some more sleep while I put this beautiful drawing away.�
�Okay.� Naomi said and started running down the corridor. But she stopped after several steps and turned around again. �I�m sure that you will get lots of presents before the day is through. People like you.� And then the child quickly ran around the corner.
�Oh yes, people just love me.� The Klingon said sarcastically while entering her quarters to put the drawing away. �I�m a fucking prize. People like me enough to be friends, but...� She made sure that the drawing was safely put away until she had time to replicate a frame from transparent aluminum to protect the drawing from her temperamental tendencies. �... but...�
�Arrrrrrrrgggg.� The Klingon suddenly growled while forcefully pushing the drawer, which she had opened before, shut again. �Why don�t you just admit it? You have friends enough, but nobody between the sheets. You�re horny as Hell.�
Taking deep breaths and trying to control herself, the Klingon came to a decision. �That�s it, I need release or else I will surely kill somebody today. Maybe a nice sonic shower, that would do it, I�m sure I have the time, yes, I don�t want to kill anybody on my birthday.� Decision made, B�Elanna turned around and headed for the bathroom, but only made two steps before that plan was crushed.
<Janeway to Torres.>
�Damn, damn, damn.� The Klingon cursed under her breath before opening the channel. �Yes Captain?�
<I just wanted to know when I could expect those reports that were due yesterday.>
�Umm, as you know, Captain, yesterday was a rather busy day. I get on them right away, you should have them in an hour or so.�
<Very well, umm, happy birthday by the way, B�Elanna. Janeway out.>
�Yeah, thanks a lot.� The Klingon muttered while stomping out of her quarters. �That interruption was a birthday present I could do without. Well, at least when I�m in the brig for killing someone I will have time enough to take care of my tension.�
***
�Lieut. B�Elanna Torres.�
*No, not her, not now. I haven�t even reached my office yet.* B�Elanna thought desperately before turning around and seeing Seven of Nine and Tom Paris walking down the corridor in her direction. �What?�
�We require your assistance.�
�Eemm, which translates into �we could use your help�.� Tom quickly said before B�Elanna could react.
�I know what she means, Tom. Still, what? Make it quick, I have to finish some reports for the Captain.�
�Well, remember when I ask you last week for some help on enhancing the Delta flyer? You told me to leave you alone, and go ask Seven.�
�Yes Tom, I remember. That was the day you kept bugging me. So, what�s your point?�
�No point, B�Elanna, just, umm, that I actually did that. Anyway, Seven and I came up with some ideas and now we really could use your help.�
�What? Why?� The Klingon asked shortly because she was starting to lose her patience. She expected Tom to answer, however, it was the Borg that it.
�Lieutenant Paris gave me several ideas on things he would like to change. Working from those ideas, I now have several different suggestions on how to enhance, or make each one of the things that he required.�
�And?�
�Since your knowledge on the limitations of the Delta flyer is superio... since your knowledge exceeds mine on this subject, we require you to make decisions on which suggestions and ideas work the best.�
Hearing the Borg change her words made B�Elanna grin. �Hehe, it just pains you to admit that I am actually superior to you on something, doesn�t it?�
�Yes.�
B�Elanna waited for more, not expecting Seven to simply admit that so easily. However, nothing more was forthcoming. So as it happened more and more often lately, quickly an awkward silence started hanging around them. �Well, umm, okay then, you bring me the suggestions later and I will have a look at them. But I really can�t look at them right now. The Captain is expecting those reports.�
�The Captain could have easily waited till tomorrow for those reports. You deserve an easy day today. After all, it�s your birthday. Congratulations by the way.� Tom interjected to get the conversation rolling smoothly again.
�Thanks, and it�s okay, I should have finished this yesterday, I just didn�t feel like it. Of course...� the Klingon added with a grin. �... Not that I will tell the Captain this, to her I was busy yesterday.�
�Birthdays are irrelevant. I will bring you our suggestions this afternoon. Your reports should be finished by then.� Seven suddenly said, obviously having enough of the unproductive small talk. �Excuse me.� The Borg then added before starting to walk down the corridor.
Seven�s sudden departure made B�Elanna and Tom look at her walking down the corridor, but strangely enough it was Tom who looked back first. He saw that the look on B�Elanna�s face was not one of surprise or confusion, but something else entirely. �You know,� Tom said quietly so that Seven wouldn�t hear them. �If you keep checking her out like that, sooner or later she is going to notice.�
However, his words did not register with B�Elanna until Seven rounded a corner, taking the hypnotic swing of her hips with her. Suddenly the Klingon�s eyes snapped to those of Tom and he could see the fire burning in them. He knew he had to be careful now. �What are you talking about?� The Klingon hissed, stepping a step closer to him.
�Nothing really, just that sooner or later she, or somebody else, is going to notice how your eyes are glued to her butt.�
�What?!� She asked while pushing him against the wall. �I don�t... she�s just... I wouldn�t... look, you... you just don�t know what you�re talking about. So shut up.�
�Sure, what ever you say, B�Elanna.� Wisely keeping his arms up, in a form of surrender. �Care to let me go now?�
�Fine!� B�Elanna said before pushing him against the wall a little harder and then stomping down the corridor.
�Boy, am I glad that she likes me.� Tom whispered under his breath while pulling his clothes straight.
�Be very glad!� Came a shout from down the corridor. Indicating that B�Elanna�s Klingon hearing had picked up his whispering. And suddenly he realized that if B�Elanna had heard him from that distance, then Seven with her Borg enhanced hearing must also have heard their whispering about checking her out.
A small smile appeared on his lips while he started back down the corridor again, wisely enough in the opposite direction of the fuming Klingon.
***
The sound indicating that somebody was at the door made B�Elanna sigh in frustration. �Come. Kahless, what is it with people today? Is this the officially designated �annoy Torres day�?�
�Nooo...� The plant coming through the door spoke with Neelix�s voice. �It�s your birthday.� The plant said before Neelix shifted the one meter (three feet) high bushy monstrosity away to reveal his face. Putting the plant on the corner of B�Elanna�s desk, the Talaxian gestured proudly to the green bush. �Happy birthday. Here, this is for you. I thought you might appreciate it.�
B�Elanna took a moment to look up to the plant now towering above her before looking back to the proud Talaxian, who was obviously waiting for some kind of grand reaction. �Neelix, that is a plant. I don�t do plants; they die a miserable death with me. Plants and I are not compatible.�
�Eh, ah, um, yes, well, no actually. This isn�t just a plant. This is a desert plant from Darduriun six. The inhabitants of the planet lovingly called it �the survivor�. This plant is perfect for you, it can survive droughts up to five years, or floods, or, well, basically it survives pretty much everything except the vacuum of space. Actually,� The Talaxian interrupted himself, �I don�t know. Maybe it would survive space, I never tried. But I tell you it doesn�t taste good. Not even with Leola root. Anyway, you can�t kill this plant. And the best thing is, it always stays green, and blossoms six times each year. And also...�
�Neelix.� B�Elanna interrupted, having enough of it. All she wanted was peace and quiet... preferably enough of it to take care of that horniness that was building since she woke up the morning. What she wouldn�t give for a nice release. But she knew that wouldn�t happen until later that day when she was finally home. So, was just some normal peace and quiet that much to ask?
�Yes?� Neelix asked.
�It is a weed, okay? The people of Darduriun six call it the survivor because no matter how hard to try, you can�t get rid of it. It is meant ironically. And the reason is blossoms six times each year is because that way it can spread more.�
�Well, um...� The Talaxian said, not meeting B�Elanna�s eyes. �I asked the doctor to check it. He assured me that it is perfectly safe as a houseplant on board of a starship. He actually said that it was a good idea...� Now Neelix looked up. Being that he was a trader before joining Voyager he knew how to manipulate people, and at that moment B�Elanna knew she was being royally manipulated. �... Isn�t that interesting? The very same things that make it a pest on Darduriun six makes it an ideal plant for on a starship. Just goes to show you that if you put something worthless in the right environments it can become a very treasured thing.�
�You are right, of course.� B�Elanna relented. Not really wanted to know if the furry man was talking about himself or someone else of all of the misfits on the ship. Who knew, maybe he was even talking about her. �Thank you very much, it looks really... nice.�
�Yes, doesn�t it?� Neelix suddenly said enthusiastically. �I knew your birthday was coming up so I spent hours looking for a plant that was just... right.�
�Neelix, you won, okay? Now more need to sell me the idea.�
�Wha...?�
�Come on, Neelix, I know when I�m being played. So thank you very much for the plant, and remembering my birthday.�
�Your welcome.� The Talaxian smiled broadly and was once again being his carefree self. �Well, I should go now. Leave you to your work.�
�Thanks. And Neelix, out of curiosity, just how many of these plans do you have to give away?�
�A few. But only to special people, like you.�
�You know, this is actually a good gift idea. For people who like plants at least.�
�Wa, um, well, you think so? Good to know.� And with that The Talaxian stepped out of the office, once again leaving the Klingon alone.
�Computer, seal door and list me as unavailable.�
The small sound of confirmation from the computer finally gave B�Elanna the hope for some quiet to finish her reports.
�A plant.� She mumbled while taking a look at the green bush and then batting at one of the small branches. �A fucking plant.� Just saying the word �fucking� was enough to remind some of her body parts that they certainly wouldn�t mind a good �fucking� at that moment. �Great, now I�m horny again. I�m never going to survive today.� She squeezed her legs together hard and thought about taking a space-walk, without the spacesuit. That was finally enough to focus and start working on the reports. >BR>
***
Six hours later.
***
It had been a hectic six hours. First she had to push to get the reports finished in time and only one minute after she had sent them to the Captain some circuitry in Jeffries tube 36 had decided that it had enough of life. Not that this was so bad, but what was so bad was the fact that this circuit had not died alone. When it exploded it took the circuitry around it, and one gel pack with it. Which meant that B�Elanna had spent the last five hours lying on her side in some Jeffries tube. The position did nothing to relieve the tension that had been building all day. No, the movement of her closed legs had reminded her center for a torturous five hours that it wanted to be touched. The thought of relieving that tension in the relative privacy of the Jefferies tube had crossed her mind at least three hundred times. But the Captain�s new rule that people inside Jeffries tubes had to have their comm. links open at all times crushed that idea also.
But somehow B�Elanna had survived her time in the Jefferies tube, and as usual she had the dirty clothes to prove it.
�Computer, seal door, authorization; Torres 1.� The Klingon said after entering her office and looking down at her clothes. She realized that she still has two hours left on this shift and that she couldn�t keep running around with her dirty clothes for that long. So she decided to do what she had done so often before, simply replicate some new clothes.
The computer�s sound of acknowledgment was all the security that she needed; now the doors could only be opened in case of an emergency or with the Captain�s overwrite-code. The Klingon made quick work of stripping down naked and just as quickly put the clothes in the replicator to be recycled. Seconds later her clothes were gone and she started to push the replicator buttons to get her new uniform. But seeing her dirty hands she decided that it would be a better idea to wash up first. *What I wouldn�t give for a sonic shower right now.* She thought while looking at the small washbasin and toilet set into a much too small room of the left of her office.
Washing up was done quickly and minutes later she was once again standing in her office, facing the replicator. She sighed and looked down at her body, she knew she had in bad. Her nipples were already hard, and her center was just itching to be touched, literally. *Two more hours, and that is if nothing happens anymore today. I can�t last that long.* Her eyes drifted to the small room she just left, it would give her the privacy she needed right now. But then she decided against that. She was a full-grown woman, partially Klingon at that. She would be damn if she had to hide in some closet size room just to get off, she wasn�t a schoolgirl anymore, damn it all.
Suddenly she laughed at the absurdity of it. Here she was standing as naked as the day she was born in her office, thinking about having privacy. There was a seal on the door, how much more privacy could she have? But still, could she actually do it? Inside her office, while the alpha shift was still going, where only a thin wall separated her from the people on the other side. *A thin wall that is soundproof.* She suddenly remembered with a smile, thinking back to the time that the Captain had given in to her wishes and the small office was built.
That was the deciding factor... she needed release. And now, knowing that the door was sealed and the wall soundproof, it suddenly became very exiting and she couldn�t believe that she had never done this before.
She leaned back and little bit until she was leaning against the desk, thinking that the extra support could come in handy. She started off by once again looking down her body, basking in the sensation that she was actually going to do this. But quickly the hours of waiting became too much for her and she brought her hands to her breasts. �Mmmm, oh yes, now this is what I needed.� She moaned while she kneaded her breasts and started to pinch her nipples. But quickly this wasn�t enough and her right hand drifted down to between her legs to rub over her bundle of nerves, which was already hard after hours of being ignored.
The Klingon was so ready that within minutes she felt her peak approaching. But she was so caught up in wanting release that she didn�t hear the door open and close. What she finally did hear was a padd falling to the floor. Turning around to face the door, B�Elanna found Seven of nine, of all people, standing there, looking at the Klingon�s body with her mouth open.
Not really knowing how to react to being caught like that, B�Elanna reacted in her usual way, hot tempered. �What do you want?!� She shouted while looking around for clothes, only to realize that she had not replicated them yet. So looking for something else to cover her self she grabbed the plant that Neelix had given her and held that before her self in a desperate attempt to cover her nudity.
Seven said nothing however and kept looking at what she had only dreamed about till now.
�How did you get in here anyhow?!� The Klingon shouted over the bushy plant, starting to feel embarrassed for being caught during one of her most private moments. �I had the door sealed.�
�I... I, yes, I know.� The Borg finally said now that she could reply to a question. But it was obvious that she was not as cool as she usually pretended to be. �I tried entering but the computer did not give me clearance. However, it did say that you were inside and I did say that I would bring my suggestions to you this afternoon. So I overwrote the entry code.�
�You did what?!� B�Elanna could not believe her ears. �What do you think the privacy part in �privacy-code� stands for? Damn it, I wanted to be left alone, I wanted some privacy!�
�And I can see why.� Seven kept staring at the patches of Klingon flesh that were visible through the branches of the plant. Apparently the Borg liked what she saw because she wetted her lips with her tongue without really realizing it.
�What?! Why you...� B�Elanna shouted in true Klingon fashion. And in that same Klingon fashion she did what Klingons always do... throw things. Unfortunately she realized only after her hands were empty that throwing the plant she was holding to cover herself at Seven would leave her uncovered again. She quickly started looking for something else to use as cover but stopped just as quickly when she realized that Seven had not move and that the plant, including pot, had hit her square in the chest. Finally she realized that the easiest way out of this would be to simply replicate her new uniform so she turned to the replicator to punch in the commands, only to be stopped by four words coming from behind her.
The plant hitting her in the chest was finally enough to snap Seven out of her trance and prompt her to speak. �Stop! Please, B�Elanna... Lanna.�
�What?!� The Klingon shouted over her shoulder, her finger only a hair width away from the button that would activate the replicator. It wasn�t the fact that Seven had asked her to stop that was keeping B�Elanna from activating the replicator. It was the fact that Seven was now suddenly calling her �Lanna�. The Borg had never done that before. �What did you just call me?�
�Lanna. I called you Lanna. I... I like that name. It seemed appropriate to use it now. I would like to call you Lanna.�
B�Elanna looked at Seven speeches for a moment and then her lips curled up slightly when she heard how her name fell from Seven�s lips the last time she said it. She had to admit that she actually liked it when Seven called her that. It somehow sounded... special when the Borg said it. But then she snapped back to reality and turned to the replicator once more.
�Please, Lanna, I... I like looking at you. Please do not cover yourself.�
Seven�s words have grown softer while speaking, and the last sentence had been nothing more than a whisper. But B�Elanna had heard them clearly, and she realized that things were about to change. She had a feeling that the entire pretense was about to end. Only question was; did she want it to end? She asked herself if she was ready to make that step.
�Please, Lanna, do not hide from me.�
It took B�Elanna a moment before the double meaning of the words really registered, before she realized that the soft plea of the Borg was really an invitation to finally be honest with each other.
Taking a deep breath B�Elanna made her choice and turned away from the replicator, showing all of her glory openly to Seven. �Very well, I�m not hiding anything anymore.� She whispered while slowly started to walk to the Borg.
Seven closed her eyes when hearing B�Elanna�s words, and an expression of joy came over her face. But then she quickly opened her eyes again, realizing that this had to be one of her many dreams. �Please tell me this is real. That I am not dreaming once again.�
B�Elanna made the last few steps until she was almost standing against Seven. Hesitantly she reached up and used a finger to trace the Borg�s lips, feeling how they were trembling slightly. �Oh, this is real all right. And I�m about to make one of my own dreams come true.� She moved her hand behind Seven�s neck and pulled her closer for their first kiss.
Their lips met softly, as if both were trying to give the other a last chance to change their minds. Then, realizing that the other really wanted this just as much as the other, they pulled one another as close as possible, holding on tight, their hands roaming over the back of the other. And once again there lips met. This time there was no holding back and passion too long denied came over them. One of them moaned, triggering a moan from the other in answer. When the kiss ended both of them pulled back a little bit to look into the eyes of the other, searching for possible doubt or regret. But finding nothing but passion and longing mirrored in the eyes of their soon-to-be lover. They once again leaned closer and this time their lips met open and their tongues started to dance around each other, giving and gaining entrance into the others accepting mouth. Caressing the tongue of the other, swirling around it, but never losing the contact, never losing the feeling of the others hot, wet, tongue against their own.
Finally they broke apart a little bit, still clinging to the other, but enough to lay their head on the other�s shoulder and simply enjoy the feeling of finally holding the other in their arms.
It was B�Elanna who spoke first; �Let me get dressed and then we can go to my quarters.�
�No.� Seven suddenly said while taking a step back and out of the embrace. When she felt something brushing against her leg she looked down to see the plant that B�Elanna had thrown at her lying on the flour. Remembering where the plant had hit her, she looks down her own body to see a smear of brown dirt covering her biosuit. When she looked back up to B�Elanna there was a smile on her lips of which the Klingon knew from that moment on that whenever Seven smiled like that in the future, something good was about to happen.
�No?� The Klingon asked, also smiling.
�No. Location is irrelevant. I want to look at you, and this office is more than sufficient. Continue doing...� Suddenly Seven stopped talking and treated B�Elanna to a smile that made her knees weak. �Please, Lanna. I truly like looking at you. Please, continue what you were doing when I interrupted you.�
B�Elanna�s eyes quickly went to the door, wondering if she should really do this. After all, Seven had also managed to get into her office.
Seeing what the Klingon was looking at, Seven smiled once again. This time something that could best be described as a superior smile and B�Elanna realized that she looked forward to seeing those different smiles crossing those beautiful lips in the future, in their future.
�Computer, seal door, authorization code 7143872638Borgbitch.�
<Warning, none Starfleet issue authorization code has been activated. Override by Starfleet personnel not possible.>
�Convenient.� The Klingon said and then suddenly laughed when the last part of the code registered. �Borg bitch?�
�If you had to break that code, would you ever look for the word combination �Borg� and �bitch�?�
�Well, no.� B�Elanna have to admit. �I would probably say it about a thousand times, but no, I would never suspect you of using the word bitch as part of your code.�
�Then you know why I chose it. Besides, I... like the way the word sounds, especially... when you say it.�
�I will remember that.�
Seven stepped closer once again, brushing some hairs away from B�Elanna�s forehead before leaning in for another kiss. This time there was no passion in their kiss. It was soft and slow. The passionate kisses were great, it showed how much they wanted each other, but the soft kiss they were sharing now told more about their feelings. Even though the word had not been spoken yet, they both knew that the other loved them. When the kiss finally ended Seven softly trailed her fingertips over the Klingon�s forehead ridges, down, and then along her jawbone, to eventually stop by cupping B�Elanna�s cheek. �Remember it, Imzadi, I... I am yours. You own me.�
When B�Elanna heard Seven call her Imzadi, the Betazoid word for beloved, she once again took Seven in a tight embrace and leaned her head into Seven�s hand. *Kahless, I was still fighting with this woman yesterday. And today she is calling me Imzadi. How beautiful that sounds coming from her lips, I love it. I love her. How can she all of a sudden be everything I ever wanted? But, Kahless, this feels so right. Holding her like this, I know she is everything for me.*
�We were simply meant to be together.� Seven softly whispered as if hearing B�Elanna�s thought. �I have loved you, Lanna, for a long time now. I was just never sure if you felt the same. I never approach you because I was afraid of the chance of you rejecting my feelings. I swear, I had no intention of interrupting a private moment for you, but I must admit that I am glad I did.�
Suddenly a different kind of smile came over B�Elanna�s lips while she did a step backwards, out of the embrace. �That is right, you interrupted something. And I thought you wanted me to finish that.� The Klingon had realized that they were drifting into the serious and long conversation they still needed to have, but her office was simply not the place for that, especially not with her being naked. She took several paces backwards until she was standing against the wall and then her eyes darted to the side of her desk, the very same place she had been standing when Seven had come into the office, indicating that Seven should take that place. �So you just want me to...� She asked while slowly moving her hands over her own body. �... Continue what I was doing?�
�Yes, please, Lanna.� The Borg wasted no time and quickly took the place B�Elanna had indicated.
The Klingon softly laughed when she realized that Seven first had needed to wet her mouth before being able to say that. She moved her hands up to cup her breasts and squeezed them softly. �So you like to see me do this? And how about when I pinch my nipples... like this, do you also like seeing that?�
Seven looked at how B�Elanna was pinching and rolling her own nipples to the state of being rock hard and once again tried to swallow. It affected her more than she would ever have suspected. Contradictory to what many people thought Seven was not a stranger to arousal. Once she was severed from the collective several human tendencies had reasserted themselves. One of them was the occasional need for release, so Seven knew her own body very well. But never before had she been so aroused as at that moment. She could feel herself getting wetter with every passing second.
Bringing one hand down, B�Elanna cupped her center and moved her hand up and down several times before showing it to Seven. �See how wet I�m getting just from having you look at me? Maybe you would want a taste?�
Seven looked at the outstretched hand, smelling the essence on it. She knew she could not trust her voice to speak so she simply nodded, rapidly.
B�Elanna could see the effect she was having on the Borg and loved every second of it. �Well, tough.� She said while bringing the hand to her own mouth. �If you�re good then maybe I will let you have a taste later.� Keeping her eyes on Seven to see her reaction, B�Elanna slowly started licking her hand clean. Taking time to lick between her fingers, moving her tongue in a way that suggested that she was licking something else entirely. She finally took a kind of mercy when she heard a soft whimper coming from the Borg. �And, mmm, I taste good, even if I say so myself.�
Seven realized that B�Elanna was teasing her, and she also realized something she would have never expected, she loved to be teased. Usually when she satisfied herself it was straightforward, only to get rid of the tension. She never teased herself. At some point she had even perfected her technique so that she could have release within 1.6 minutes. But now she knew just how inadequate or her own experience had been. Standing there doing nothing else then watch, she was wetter then she could ever remember. And the feeling of arousal in her body felt better than any release she ever had achieved. She saw how B�Elanna finished cleaning her fingers and then heard what she said; it was almost too much for her. She wanted to do something, anything. Touch herself, or go to B�Elanna and kissed her, or demand tasting her, or just maybe simply take one of those erect nipples into her mouth. But she realized that none of those actions would be appreciated at that point. This feeling of wanting to do something, but not being allowed to do something was frustrating beyond belief. Gods, how she loved this feeling.
B�Elanna let her hands roam over her body for a moment while looking at how Seven�s hands gripped at the desk with more force, all in an efforts to keep them there. Deciding to tease the Borg just a little bit more she once again brought her hands to her breasts and slowly started to set a rhythm of squeezing them, then concentrating on the nipples before once again squeezing the entire breasts. �Mmm, this feels good. But I bet it would feel even better if it were your hands doing this. Tell me, Seven, would you want to be doing this to me right now?�
�Yes, please, Lanna. I want to touch you. I...�
�Maybe later, if you�re good.� B�Elanna slowed her movements and changed her actions to accentuate her next words. �But, mmm, Seven, just thinking about how my breasts would feel against your skin when you cupped them... like this. Mmm, this is making me so fucking wet. Does it make you even wetter also? Just only imagining how their warmth would feel in your hands. See how firm, yet soft they are?� B�Elanna kneaded her breasts softly and then lifted them slightly as the offering them to Seven. �Kahless, Seven. I would love to feel your hands on me. For you to hold my breasts, to cup them and feel their weight.� B�Elanna groaned at her own words. She was driving Seven crazy, but she was also driving herself crazy with the thoughts. �I would love to feel your fingers wrap around my breasts and squeezed them, hard.�
B�Elanna words were nothing more than a whisper while she mimicked her words by her own actions. Touching herself as she described the sensual movements. She once again covered her breast with her hands and moved them in slow circles, rolling her nipples in the palm of her hands. �Ohmm, mmm, this feels so good. I really wish it was you.� She moved her hand to give Seven a clear view of her nipples. �See how hard my nipples are for you? What you do to me just by letting me think about it? Can you imagine how my body would react if this really were your hands? I don�t think I would be able to keep standing anymore if it really was you touching me right now.�
Suddenly B�Elanna stopped and did nothing more than covering her breasts with her hands. �But I know you, Seven. I know that your Borg efficiency would never come into our love life. No, you would start slow. Simply laying your hands on my breasts, to just simply feel them. To feel how then the nipples would harden under your hands, to feel how my body would be longing for your touch. And then you would move your hands slightly to feel their weight lying in your hands. Wouldn�t you, Seven? I know you, Seven. You are dying to touch them right now. Even if it was just a feel my nipples against your fingertips.�
Seven couldn�t take it anymore, B�Elanna was driving her wild and she needed to do something about that. So without really realizing it her own hands left the desk and started for her own breasts. All she wanted was to squeeze them just a little bit to relieve some of the tension. To just quickly squeeze her nipples that were so hard they hurt. But just before she reached her breasts B�Elanna�s voice stopped her.
�Stop. Did I give you permission for that? I think not. You wanted to watch, not do something about it.�
�Lanna, please. I just need a little touch. You excite me so much they are starting to hurt.�
�Mmm, am I affecting you that much then?� B�Elanna slowly moved one hand down to her stomach to stroke it leisurely while she kept using her other hand to give the needed attention to her breasts and nipples. �Okay, you can touch, but you leave the suit on. And next time, you ask or else I might just decide that you have to suffer through it as a punishment.�
Seven didn�t waste a second after getting permission and immediately squeezed her breasts together, unable to stop the moan that formed at the feeling. It had never felt so good to touch herself. She saw that B�Elanna was now playing with the neatly trimmed triangle of hair and Seven could not help but lower one hand to that very same place on their own body. �Yes, Lanna. But, do... I always have to do what you tell me?�
The Klingon�s movements stop for a second when she heard that hesitantly asked question. She looked into Seven�s eyes and saw that the Borg would accept a yes as answer. She realized that Seven was ready to give herself totally to her; the Borg truly wanted to be owned by B�Elanna. �No, baby, you don�t. On average I will want an equal partner. It�s just that on some days I�ll want to be in control, and you happened to catch me on one of those days. Today I�m in control, maybe next time I let you lead. Can you live with that?�
�Yes. Lanna, please, continue.�
B�Elanna continued playing with her hair and massaging her breast slowly. �Well, I don�t know. Your question kinda broke my concentration. Maybe I need a new stimuli.� Than with a voice that left no doubt that it was a command; �Strip, slowly.�
The Borg did as ordered and slowly and very sensuously took off her biosuit. It looked so good that B�Elanna�s was certain that Seven had practiced it somewhere. When Seven finally stepped out of the suit B�Elanna couldn�t take it anymore. To say that the Borg was beautiful would still have been an understatement. She was gorgeous. *And she is all mine.* B�Elanna thought while lowering her hand a little more to rub over her neglected bundle of nerves. �Mmmm� She couldn�t help but moan. The feeling had never been so intense before. She couldn�t wait to actually feel Seven touching her. But she knew that still had to wait. Because just as much as she liked teasing, she also liked to prolong the pleasure for herself. �Kahless, you are beautiful Seven. And you really want to give yourself to me?�
�I have been yours for a long time already. I was just waiting for the day that you would be ready to receive me. Lanna, please tell me what to do.�
Just hearing the Borg�s words nearly drove B�Elanna over the edge. She realized that Seven was not asking what to do because of a lack of experience. No, at that point Seven simply acknowledged that B�Elanna was firmly in control and she wanted B�Elanna to tell her what to do, to give permission. �Kahless Seven. Watch what to say, I don�t want to cum just yet. Okay, just stand back against the desk and spread your legs a little. Let me look at you while you look at me.� B�Elanna sped up the movement between her legs a little when she saw Seven readily doing as she had been told. �Very good. Now, since you wanted to touch yourself at moment ago, why don�t you now? Squeeze your breasts for me, but don�t touch your nipples just yet.�
Seven�s gaze was transfixed between the Klingon�s legs. She saw how B�Elanna was teasing herself to prolong the pleasure. Shifting between stroking her erect clit and softly playing with her inner lips, only to move to her opening then, to play with that. But never entering more than just the fingertip, only to shift back to the ignored bundle of nerves a moment later.
�Tell me, Seven, how do they feel in your hands? They are so nice and big. I bet you just love to play with them, don�t you?�
�Y... Yes, my breasts and especially my nipples are very sensitive. I need to touch them during masturbation to achieve release. Lanna, please, let me touch you.�
�Not yet... But soon. Now, touch your clit. Tell me how it feels.�
Seven did as she was told and lowered one of her hands from her breasts over her stomach and hairless mound and slowly started rubbing over her clit. �Oh, Lanna, this feels so good. It never fell so good before. I never have been so wet.�
�Mmm, very nice baby. But something is wrong with this picture. This is not how I saw you in my dreams. I know! Loosen your hair for me, baby.�
Seven moved quickly to do as she had been told, secretly basking in knowledge that B�Elanna had dreamt of her, just as she had dreamt of B�Elanna.
�Oh, yes that�s it.� B�Elanna said breathlessly when Seven let her hair out of its bun and it came down to change the picture of perfection to beyond perfection. B�Elanna realized that she had to think of new words to say because like this Seven looked beyond beautiful. �Now, touch yourself again. Rub your clit with one hand and enter yourself with two fingers from your other hand. Those are my two fingers taking you, I�m the one taking you.� B�Elanna looked at how Seven did as she had been told, she looked at that indescribable expression of joyful pleasure coming over the Borg�s face and knew at that point that she would do everything to bring that expression back to that face as often as possible. �Now, start moving in and out. But remember, those are my fingers. It�s me that is moving inside you now. I�m filling you.� Once again Seven did as told and B�Elanna started rubbing herself faster and harder at the side before her. �Yeah, baby. Now take your fingers out and taste yourself.� The Klingon had trouble speaking now, she was close, but she wanted to keep telling Seven what to do until she reached climax. �Yes, baby that�s it. Now, fill yourself against and pick up the pace. I�m so close, baby. If you do that for me, I�ll be there.�
�No.� Seven suddenly said while stopping her movements and almost jumping from the desk to take B�Elanna into her arms. Kissing the Klingon passionately and demanding entrance with her tongue, Seven moved one of her hands down between B�Elanna�s legs while pulling her as close as possible with her other hand.
B�Elanna felt her hand being pushed away from her center by Seven and readily gave the control over to the Borg. �Mmmm� she moaned into the kiss when Seven started setting a rhythm. Within seconds she was ready to go over. �A little harder, baby. Almost.� She somehow managed to say while putting her head on Seven�s shoulder and giving herself completely to the Borg�s capable hands. �Faster...� Once again Seven reacted immediately and took up the pace a little bit. �I�m... Yes! Seeevvveeen!!!� The shout tore from her lips while she experienced one of her best organisms ever. �Don�t stop.� By now only the Borg was still keeping her upright, but she didn�t care. She never had been this far over before. All she knew was the feeling that Seven was giving her and that she didn�t want it to stop, ever.
Seven shifted her weight a little to compensate for B�Elanna�s, making sure to keep them both upright. She smiled when she felt the Klingons gift on her fingers when she came, she wanted to taste that so badly, but when B�Elanna told her to keep going she gladly did so. She kept up the movement of her hand and started to kiss B�Elanna�s neck. A kiss that quickly turned into a sucking motion that was sure to pull the blood to the surface of the skin and leave a mark for days to come. She was marking B�Elanna in her own way.
The Klingon was quickly approaching her second orgasm when she felt Seven sucking on her neck. She realized what the Borg was doing and that unless she would use a dermal regenerator the mark would be visible for everybody to see for days to come. She realized that Seven was marking her, and she also realized that she would wear that mark as the proud warrior she was. That knowledge, that people were going to know, was so powerful it sent her over for the second time.
Seven felt B�Elanna come in a quiet orgasm this time, as quiet as one could call the groaning and moaning that the Klingon was doing. But she decided to keep going, firmly holding on to B�Elanna she started to talk. �Give me one more, Lanna. Please, Lanna. I love to see you cum, to see that look on your face, and to know that I am the cause. Do you feel how wet you are against my hand? Cum one more time for me, Imzadi, give me more.� Feeling that B�Elanna was getting closer again, Seven actually slowed her movements and decided to send her over by using words. �Give me this gift, Lanna, and then I am yours to do with what ever you please. What do you want to do with me? Are you going to make me cum as hard as you just did? Or are you going to tease me first? Cum for me, and please, Lanna, scream my name.�
�Ssseeevvveeennn!!!� B�Elanna once again screamed when she came for the third time. This time all her strength left her after going ridged first and she just hung in the powerful arms of the Borg.
Seven finally slowed, and then stopped, her movement between her lover�s legs before kissing B�Elanna once more. Moving her hand from between B�Elanna�s legs to behind the knees, Seven took the Klingon in her arms and carried her over to the desk-chair and softly set her down. Seven knelt down beside the Klingon and took B�Elanna�s hands into her own. She started placing soft kisses all over those beautiful hands. She could taste some of B�Elanna�s essence on those hands, but decided not to use her tongue to get a better taste. After all, B�Elanna would let her taste when the time was right. But still, she wanted to do more, to kiss B�Elanna, or take that nipple that was right in front of her eyes into her mouth. But she knew that that day B�Elanna was the one in control and she would tell Seven what she wanted, when she wanted it.
Finally B�Elanna had found her breath again and looked at Seven with a broad smile. �Kahless, Seven, that was incredible. I never did that before. I never went further than the first one. You made me feel so good.� B�Elanna saw how Seven was sitting there beside her, looking up at her, readily giving all control to her. She lifted her hand and started caressing Seven�s face, seeing how Seven closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. With that simple gesture the Borg made B�Elanna feel more special than anybody else had ever done in her life. She hadn�t been lying; on average she wanted an equal partner in her life. She had no need to be always in control like she was that day. She almost couldn�t wait for the time where she would give control over the Seven. Tough she knew that most of the time, neither of them would be in control. They would be equals. But to know that she now had a partner that would readily let her be in control on days that she really needed to be the one in control, like that day... she knew that at that moment she had to be the luckiest woman in the universe.
They looked into each other�s eyes for a timeless moment, complete understanding passing between them. Finally B�Elanna padded her legs. �Come here.� She waited until Seven had gotten up and was straddling her before she pulled the Borg closer for a kiss. �I love you, Seven of Nine, I am hopelessly in love with you. You know that, don�t you? I was already in love with you before, but from now on you are everything to me. There is, and will never be, anything more important to me than you.�
�I know, Lanna. And you know that I love you just as much. You are more important to me than life itself. There is, and will never be, anything more important to me then you. You know that, do you not?�
�I know.� B�Elanna leaned forward and this time placed a kiss in the valley between Seven�s breasts. Tasting the Borg�s skin made B�Elanna want to taste more and she realized that now it was her turn to return the favor. �Now, you realize that you were not supposed to touch me, only watch. So you broke a rule. I have to find a way to punish you.� Her tone had been teasing, there was absolutely no doubt that she was doing nothing more than leading up to ravishing the Borg. But surprisingly she got a serious answer back from Seven who wanted to be clear on this subject.
�No, I did not break a rule, you almost did. Know this, B�Elanna. I am yours completely, to do with what ever you want. On days like today, where you want to be in charge, I will do what ever you tell me to do. But, nothing and no one except me is ever going to give you release, that also includes yourself. Your orgasms are mine. You can only come when I am touching you, or when I said it was all right. I will not use this against you, Imzadi. If we cannot be together I will give you permission by saying something like; �think of me when you cum tonight.� But that is my demand. You can do what ever you want, but your orgasms are mine.�
B�Elanna realized that Seven was absolutely serious and wanted to object. But before she opened her mouth Seven sealed it with a kiss.
�Think before you speak, Lanna. I know you want to object. But is this really so much to ask? Do you really think that now that we are together you could satisfy yourself when you know that I am always willing to do that for you? I am yours, completely. The only thing I want in return is that your releases are mine. And I am also giving that same gift to you. From now on all my releases will be for you only.�
�Yes.� B�Elanna agreed. She knew that Seven was right. She knew that from that point on quickly getting off would never be enough again. She was addicted now to seeing the Borg�s eyes, to hear her voice, to feel her touch. Yes, her releases would only be for the person she loved. �And now, I�m going to get my first orgasm from you.� B�Elanna said suddenly with a soft growl of pleasure. Any hot blooded person like B�Elanna was could only concentrate so long on talking when a gorgeous naked blonde was sitting on her lap, wanting to be touched. �Kahless, where to begin?� She wondered out loud while letting her eyes roams over Seven�s body. Then she simply leaned forward and buried her face between Seven�s breasts. �I�m like a kid in a candy store which can�t decide what to eat first.�
Seven pulled B�Elanna closer against herself and placed a kiss on the head that was placed so conveniently in front of her. She understood the Klingon�s dilemma and decided to help her out a little. �My nipples are still so hard that they hurt. Please, Lanna, pinch them for me.�
�Pinch? I�ll do a lot more then just pinch them.� Finally knowing where to begin, B�Elanna moved her head until she could take one of the aching buds into her mouth. She knew that she first had to give some harder attention to the nipples before she could start teasing them. So biting down softly, but just with enough force, she captured the bud between her teeth and then moved her jaw so that the aching nipple was being rolled back and forth between the sharp Klingon front teeth.
�Yes.� Seven arched her back at the feeling; it was incredible. B�Elanna was biting down just hard enough to give that trace of pain her nipples needed right now after being so hard and ignored for so long.
Deciding that it was now �safe� to touch that breast, B�Elanna moved to its twin and repeated her treatment there on the bud that was just waiting to be caught between neat white teeth. But this time she started rolling and pinching Seven�s other nipple in the same rhythm she was setting with her mouth on its twin. After she was sure that the second nipple had gotten the attention it needed, B�Elanna started massaging the heavy mounds in front of her, never letting much time pass before recapturing the buds on top between the firm grip of her thumbs and fingers, only to moments later use her hands to knead the surprisingly firm flesh again. Since her mouth was no longer occupied she put that to good use by sharing long and passionate kisses with the Borg.
Slowly B�Elanna started to notice that the wetness that Seven�s sex was leaving on her legs continued to grow the more she kept playing with those beautiful mounds. So the Klingon decided that it was time to go a step further. Sharing a last, long kiss she then told Seven to get up and stand against the desk.
B�Elanna also stood up and actually took a step and took in the view of the naked blonde standing there, waiting for her. The Borg�s body truly was a picture of perfection. Incredible long shapely legs that ended into perfectly rounded hips that always gave that little swagger to Seven�s walk. B�Elanna simply loved that swagger, to see Seven role her hips and backside when she walked away. The Klingon couldn�t help but quickly look between Seven�s legs before looking at that perfectly flat stomach. But the quick look was enough to see that the Borg�s center and thighs were shining from the excitement covering them. Then, leaving the flat stomach behind, her eyes drifted to those breasts, which B�Elanna could only describe as perfect. Nice and large, just how she liked them, but yet still as firm as her own breasts. And then those beautiful, taut nipples, standing erect, waiting for her touch. But soon she forgot about all of that when her eyes found those of Seven. She could see the love and desire for her written so clearly in them as if it was written on a banner as big as Voyager itself. The Klingon stepped closer again and drew a finger down that unique jawbone that added so much to the Borg�s beauty. �You are so beautiful, baby. Thank you for giving yourself to me.� B�Elanna whispered before taking Seven by her hands and leading her back to the side of the desk again. �Sit.�
Seven did as she had been told and set down on the desk, immediately opening her legs when B�Elanna stepped in between them. They once again took a moment to look into each other�s eyes before B�Elanna leaned in and they shared several long kisses. Finally the Klingon shifted her attention to that long, elegant neck and started to suck there, placing her own mark on the Borg. But at the same time her hands once again found those mounds that were just waiting for her touch. �You know what I discovered, Seven? I love touching your breasts. To feel them in my hands. They�re just so... perfect.�
�No, they are adequate, and I am happy that you like them. But they are not perfection, your breast are, you are.�
�Oh, I�m sorry, baby.� The Klingon suddenly said when Seven talked about her breasts. �I just realized that I�m being mean to you. That was not my intention. You can touch me. Touch them, baby I want to feel your hands on me.�
Seven wasted no time and brought her hands to her lover�s breasts. B�Elanna had not been lying earlier, they felt exactly as she had described, only it was so much more to be the one doing the touching.
They spent several minutes paying full attention to the others breasts before B�Elanna wanted more. She started placing kisses lower and lower, moving closer to the floor, until finally she was kneeling between the Borg�s legs and placing kisses just above her center. �Lie down on the desk, baby, and just enjoy. But keep playing with your breast for me.�
Seven did as she was told, thereby giving B�Elanna better access, and now a clear view on her wet and swollen sex. The Klingon took a moment to just look at what was so readily offered to her. Of course, the wetness alone would have been an unmistakable sign of just how aroused Seven was. But the swollen flesh glittering with that wetness, and that bundle of nerves peaking out from under its hood... it was obvious that Seven was beyond being �just� ready. B�Elanna knew that she would get to see this sight countless times in the future, but she also knew that she would never forget this first view of Seven offering herself to her like this.
B�Elanna decided that a cleanup would be a good start so she started with placing kisses on the knees and slowly working her way up, always shifting between one leg and than it�s twin. As soon as she encountered the first of Seven�s excitement her tongue came into play and she started licking the legs clean.
�Lanna, please, move higher.�
The Klingon couldn�t stop the laugh that formed in hearing Seven�s plea. �In a minute, baby. You simply taste so incredibly good I can�t let anything of that go to waste now, can I?� She than wetted two of her fingers by stroking up and down Seven�s center a few times and then offered those fingers to the Borg that was now moaning loudly thanks to the short attention to center had gotten.
�Here, taste yourself, and tell me how I could possibly let a drop of that go to waste.� During all of this B�Elanna had kept up with cleaning the Borg�s legs and was now teasing her by swirling her tongue around Seven�s center, almost, but not quite, touching the outer lips and the clit above.�I know I taste good, I like the way I taste. But, Lanna, I want to taste you.� Seven pleaded, but only after she made sure that she had cleaned B�Elanna�s fingers entirely.
�Damn, you�re right, that isn�t fair of me. Here, let me changed that.� B�Elanna once again coated her fingers, this time with her own juices, and offered those to Seven.
The Borg took her time savoring her first good taste of B�Elanna. She had always liked her own taste, but in her mind it didn�t compare to the taste of her lover. Of course, at that very same moment the Klingon was thinking the very same thing a little bit further down.
Deciding that she had done enough teasing, B�Elanna moved in a little further and traced her tongue along the outer lips of the Borg.
�Please, Lanna, I need more.�
B�Elanna heard a subtle shift in Seven�s plea and knew that she had stopped teasing at exactly the right time. Moving in a little more once again, she trailed her tongue from the bottom to the top of Seven�s center several times, making sure to pace her movements with the jerking up Seven�s hips. She put her hands on the Borg�s legs to stop them moving so much and then concentrated on giving the poor clit the attention it deserved. She sucked the hot flesh into her mouth and captured it between her lips before swirling her tongue around it.
�Lanna!... Yes!... Don�t stop.� The Borg panted, feeling better than she had ever done before in her life. It felt so good that she even stopped playing with our own breasts so that she could concentrate more on the feelings that B�Elanna was causing.
B�Elanna moved one of her hands away from the Borg�s hips and slowly started trailing seven�s soft inner lips up and down as far as she could while continuing to hold the clit firmly in her mouth. Then she finally let go of the tortured bundle of nerves with her mouth, only to capture it between two fingers.
With much effort Seven lifted her head and looked down, only to see her lover looking back. The site alone was almost enough to send the Borg over. It was one thing to feel all those incredible things that the Klingon was doing to her, but to actually look down and see her there, to see that head moving in the same motion as the feelings that were short-circuiting her body, that alone was one of the best things that had ever happened to her.
B�Elanna kept looking straight into her lover�s eyes while she started to move the length of her tongue over the clit that she still had captured between a finger on either side of it. After several sweet minutes of this she finally freed the hard bundle of nerves by moving her fingers and once again started teasing the soft inner lips with them, but never letting off on attacking the clit with her tongue. The Klingon started circling Seven�s opening with her fingers and then she suddenly surprised the Borg by slowly entering her with a finger, pushing in as far as possible only to pull back until just the fingertip was still inside. B�Elanna continuing doing this until a slow but steady rhythm was established. Then she entered her lover with two fingers several times only to than change her approach once again entirely by removing her fingers and moving her tongue away from the hard clit.
Moving her mouth lower while shifting her hand up, B�Elanna started circling Seven�s opening with her tongue while moving her hand so that she could rub over the clit with her thumb, not wanting to ignore it. After several minutes of that she could feel Seven getting close so she started moving her thumb a little faster and started entering the Borg time and time again with her tongue.
Feeling B�Elanna enter her with her tongue, feeling that soft yet firm muscle penetrating her was too much for Seven and she came harder then she could ever remember. �Lannaaa, yesss!� She shouted while her body shook with the release.
B�Elanna continued moving her tongue around Seven�s center. Making sure that not a single drop off the Borg�s excitement when to waste, just like she had said she would. But she changed her movement to bring Seven down from her peak a little bit. But not so much, she still had plans for the Borg.
Seven finally caught her breath and look down, only to see B�Elanna looking back. B�Elanna was smiling, not grinning, and treating her to a beautiful smile that lightened up her entire face. Smiling back, Seven offered a hand to B�Elanna in a gesture asking the Klingon to help her sit up.
�No, I�m not done yet.� The Klingon stood up and leaned over Seven to kiss her. Giving Seven the opportunity to taste herself on her lips. She placed her hand softly on Seven�s center; doing nothing more than just cover it and treating the Borg to the sensation of having her lover simply just touch her there. �I love you, Seven. Kahless how I love you, baby. And now I am going to make love to you again. Can you handle another one?�
�Yes.� Seven immediately said without a doubt. �I do not think that I will never be able to have enough of you. Make love to me, Imzadi.�
�Gladly.� The Klingon stood up again and took hold of Seven�s hips. Pulling her forward and off the desk a little more. Just so that the Borg was still lying comfortably on the desk, but that B�Elanna had room for what she was planning on doing. She once again took position between Seven�s legs but then put one of her own legs over one of the Borg�s, putting her knee on the desk. Thereby effectively stranding one of Seven�s thighs. �I always wondered if this feels as good as I think it will.� Shifting her position slightly she brought her center closer to the Borg�s who was twitching with anticipation now that she understood what B�Elanna was about to do. The Klingon could now feel the heat of Seven�s center radiating against her own. One more small shift of positioning made sure that she could keep standing like that for some time. Then ever so slowly, teasing Seven as well as herself, she brought herself down until their centers were touching. Both of them moaned at the feeling and B�Elanna�s leg started to tremble, suddenly having trouble to keep her weight upright. �Oh, damn, this feels so fucking good.� The Klingon groaned, putting her hands on the desk in an attempt to make sure that she could keep standing.
Seven had been looking down to see what her lover was doing, but when their centers met her head dropped back onto the desk with a considerate bang. The feeling was indescribable. To feel B�Elanna hot, wet, and oh so silky soft flesh against her own... it short-circuited her brain. She could think of nothing else but that incredible feeling.
After some time the Klingon was pretty sure of being able to stand so she started moving just a little bit, just enough to feel their soft flesh gliding against each other, thanks to the wetness that was here in abundance. �Does this feel... mmm... feel just as good for you as it does to me, baby?� She asked after leaning down and kissing her lover in a deep, passionate kiss. But then she set up again because a side effect of being able to share great kisses was that their centers were no longer touching completely.
�Yes, Lanna. This... this feels so incredible, s... so good.
B�Elanna started setting a rhythm of moving against Seven, rubbing their centers together in short show strokes. She then leaned down once again to kiss Seven. But when she set up again there clits rubbed together briefly.
�Oh God�s.�
�Kahless.�
After that accidentally discovery B�Elanna moved slightly again and changed the direction of her strokes a little. The result was overwhelming as their clits continued to rub against each other now.
�Lanna, I�m so close. I�m going to cum.�
�No, not yet. You hold back, b... mmm baby, I�m close myself. We�re going to cum together.�
�Gods, I will hold back, but soon, please.�
B�Elanna paced up the movement, now rubbing her center harder and faster against her lover�s center. Their clits kept rubbing together, taking them closer with every touch. All the while their wetness kept them so lubricated that the movement was more like gliding against each other instead of rubbing against each other. Up and down, the movement kept going, the wet sucking sounds coming from their touching centers alone would already have been a credible thing to hear on its own, but actually feeling Seven�s flesh moving against her own, to feel her soft inner lips against her own, it was the best feeling that B�Elanna had ever experienced. Only topped by the feeling she was also experiencing at the very moment, the one of feeling Seven�s hard clit moving against her own.
�I�m almost there, baby. G... get ready to cum with me.�
�Yes, Lanna. I�m sooo close, tell me to cum.�
�Yes, cum for me baby, and take me over with you.�
Seven came immediately at hearing B�Elanna giving permission. Her orgasm was even more powerful than the one she had before. The fact of holding back her release had doubled the sensation when she was finally allowed that release.
B�Elanna felt Seven cum against her own center and the combination of that feeling, and the knowledge that Seven truly had managed to hold back her orgasm until B�Elanna had allowed her to reach release, sent her over in her own orgasm that left her so drained that she collapsed onto the Borg.
Seven was the first to recover sometime later, but she had no intention of moving, she could easily carry the Klingon�s weight upon her and she loved that feeling. She started kissing B�Elanna�s face softly until the Klingon started moving slightly.
�That was so fucking incredible.� B�Elanna lifted her head so that she could look into Seven�s eyes. �How were you able to hold back your release like that, baby? I have never been able to do that. When I come, I come.�
�I did not really think about it. You told me not to come yet, so I did not.�
�That easy, hu? B�Elanna started to play with one of Seven�s breasts, circling the nipple with her fingertip, but both of them knew that this was not meant to arouse, but simply to be touching her lover.
�I did not say it was easy. But, Lanna, I must admit that I loved it when you told me that I was not allowed release. And then when you finally told me to cum for you. I love when you do that.�
�That is nice to know. I�ll remember that.� B�Elanna started crawling off Seven until she was standing on the floor. Offering her hand to Seven she helped the Borg of the desk and onto her feet. She looked at herself and Seven before inhaling deeply through her nose and starting to grin. �You know, we will have to use a side to side transport to get to my quarters now. That small sink in there will never be enough to wash up enough to get rid of the way we smell.� She moved to the chair again and dropped her weight into it.
Seven bend down to take her biosuit of the floor. �I like the way we smell together. And if we are going to your quarters we will not wash up anytime soon, I still have plans for you.� She saw the plant that B�Elanna had gotten from Neelix lying on the floor and picked it up to put it on the corner of the desk again. Apparently the plant lifts up to its name of �the survivor�, because after all that happened to it, it didn�t look any worse for wear.
�I like that sound, baby. I would love to continue this in my quarters. By the way, be careful with my birthday present there.�
When Seven heard B�Elanna mentioned her birthday she put her biosuit on the desk also and once again kneeled beside B�Elanna. �Yes, that is correct. Today is your birthday. Tell me, Imzadi, did you like my birthday present?�
�Oh, believe me, I liked it very much. But please don�t tell me we have to wait till my next birthday before we can repeat this.� B�Elanna said with a smile, going along with Seven�s joke.
�Not at all, there is also my birthday.�
�Oh, so twice each year. This is improving rapidly.�
�Did you know that tomorrow it will be precisely two years since I set foot on Voyager?�
B�Elanna started stroking Seven�s face again while the Borg had rested one of her arms on B�Elanna�s legs and was now softly playing with the triangle of hair above the Klingon�s womanhood. �Now we are improving, of course we have to celebrate an anniversary like that.�
�Yes, and six days from now it will be exactly one year since the first day we were able to spend an entire day in engineering without having a fight.�
�Once again an anniversary we just have to cover.� B�Elanna said with a smile, simply loving the fact that Seven could number up things they could �celebrate� so easy. And she had no doubt that the dates were correct. �Tell me, without doing any research, just how many potential anniversary dates can you come up with?�
�Four hundred sixteen.�
�I�m impressed. Of course, we can�t use them all since the year only has 365 days.�
�Then we shall celebrate several anniversaries on one day.� Suddenly Seven seemed to get very serious. �For instance, today is your birthday. A reason that is well worth celebrating. But I know how we could make this day even more special.�
�Yes, the first time we made love.�
�Yes, Imzadi, that too. But I was thinking about making today the anniversary day of our engagement.� Seven took B�Elanna�s hands into her own before taking a deep breath and asking; �B�Elanna Torres, will you marry me?�
First B�Elanna couldn�t believe her ears, and then she thought that Seven was joking. But that idea also only lasted for a couple seconds. She took down at the naked Borg kneeling at her side looking back up to her with those beautiful blue eyes that no doubt about just how sincere she meant that question. B�Elanna realized that Seven would not ask this lightly. She could see in the Borg�s eyes that when she would answer the question with yes then to Seven it would be until the famous �till death does us part�. And being honest with herself she realized that she herself could never accept any other kind of commitment. If she was to give herself to the woman that meant everything to her, it was going to be for life.
�Lanna, you know I am yours already, I like being yours.� Seven said softly between placing kisses on B�Elanna�s knuckles. Then she asked again; �Will you marry me?�
Looking down into the blue eyes of the woman who so gladly accepted her the way she was, the woman that meant everything to her, the woman that was more important to her then her own life, B�Elanna answered the question in the only way possible.
�Yes, my fianc�e. I will marry you. I�m yours for the rest of my life.
The End.
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