Hello all, just a little diddy I was thinking about for some time now and finally just sat down to write it. Hope you enjoy.
Title: What If...
Author: letterx
Pairing: T/7
Rating: NC17
Genre: Turbolift fetish
Summary: After all that research Seven constantly does wouldn't you think that her next question would be, 'What if...'?
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"I don't believe you. I can't. Harry, you?! In a shuttlecraft at the academy? Oh, my god, my innocent little captain fearing image of you shall for ever be tarnished."
"Tom, shut up. Geez you act like you haven't done it in wild places before. I bet that when you and Lanna were together you two did it everywhere, in engineering, on a shuttlecraft, docked and flying, in the holodeck, in the messhall, hell even on a turbolift."
"Actually, Harry, yes to the first three but no on the last two, nor on the bridge, nor in the conference room or even in the captain's ready room, something we really wanted to do but never found the right moment."
"Hehe, the ready room? My god, if Janeway would have found out..."
"I know, that's what made it so appealing, the danger of getting caught, the excitement of possibly getting away with something you're not suppose to be doing." <sigh> "But we wanted to start off slow in our, um, 'encounters' so we started off in Lanna's office, then the holodeck, and then the shuttlecraft, but we were making our way up to the bridge, eventually. Unfortunately, time ran out for us and even though I'm single now, I doubt anyone else would be willing or daring enough to try some of the places I have yet to 'christen'. Lanna, at times, was even more daring then me. God how I miss those days."
"Yeah, well..."
"Captain Janeway to Lt. Paris."
"Paris here, ma'am."
"Report to the bridge, I have something I'd like you to go over with me. Oh and bring Harry with you, he can help."
"Yes, ma'am, we're on our way now."
"Good, Janeway out."
"Well, chat time is over I suppose."
"Yeah, I guess your right, Tom, but I just want to leave you with one thought, Janeway might be daring enough."
"Ewwwwwwwww, the Captain?! I say again, Ewwwwwwwww. Bad thoughts, oh god even worse images, I'll get you for this Harry."
As the two men stepped out of the corridor they were in and into the turbolift, Seven stepped around from the corner she had been 'leaning' cough hiding cough against.
"Interesting. I believe that I have missed a sub-subject when previously researching human sexual behavior. Why would it be a 'turn on' for partners to copulate in a place in which there is a high risk of getting caught? I believe that more research is required."
And so Seven being the curious ex-Borg that she is, decided that she could forego the rest of her boring shift in Astrometrics to study such a phenomenon.
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Some time later, after extensive and exhaustive research was completed on what Seven now deemed the turbolift fetish, she now understood such an appeal, mentally, but still had no idea what it felt like, to feel the rush of adrenaline, the blood pumping furiously inside your veins due to the excitement, what it felt like to be so aroused, to be so turned on that your heart wasn't the only body part to be pounding. Seven wanted to know 'of' such an appeal, not just understand it. But the only way to do that would be to experience it, but... What if... Seven was anything if not decisive and when she figured out what she wanted, she knew she had to have it. It was rather all just a matter of planning now.
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Two days later...
"God damn, mother fucking, piece of shitten, warp core breaches. Noooo, nothing can ever be quiet around here for too long. Nooooo, when space is quiet, we just have to have an emergency warp core breach for no god damned apparent reason. Damn sensitive engines, you pay them no mind or a few days and this is what happens. Anything to get my attention. Ha! Now that I'm actually heading home for the first time in over 48 hours, wanna bet that something will happen to prevent me from reaching home?"
"I believe I shall take you up on that bet, Lt."
"Seven, oh shit, you scared me. Don't do that again."
"I shall endeavor to 'try' not to do that again." Seven smirked at the smaller woman, only this time Lanna suddenly had the feeling that the smirk was more playful then condescending.
"And hey, what do you mean you'll take me up on that bet? I thought borg don't bet."
"'Wanna bet?'" And as the two women walked into the turbolift together, Lanna couldn't help but laugh at the subtle humor.
"Sure Seven, let's bet, I'll bet you that I never make it off this turbolift before Carey calls me to tell me that something or other is malfunctioning. Today is definitely not my day."
"Agreed, and I shall bet you that you will make it off this turbolift and at least to the door of your quarters before 'something or other' malfunctions. What shall we bet on?"
"Hmm, well, I think I wouldn't mind having some extra replicator rations in my pocket for this week, say if I win, you give me 25 of your replicator rations?"
"I do not agree."
"What? 25, too steep for you, queen of collecting rations and holodeck time?"
"Not at all, however, if I were to win I would not want to receive rations in return, nor would I want any holodeck time. I believe we should bet with something of equal value and something that can be exchanged right away, so that no one else would be privy to our bet."
"Right away? What's the matter, afraid of getting caught and reprimanded by the Captain?"
"On the contrary, I am afraid of getting caught but rather because I have an 'image' to maintain." <smirk>
<smile> "Seven, you are too much. Okay, so we exchange right away, but what, all I have are the clothes on my back and I'm assuming the same for you unless you got some hidden compartment in that suit of your's. Hehe, perhaps you could actually do with borrowing one of my bras."
"And you could do with borrowing my... heels." <smirk>
"Seven, you're crazy. Computer, deck 3. Okay if I win, you have to wear one of my bras for a week and if you win, I'll wear you're heels for a week. And if anyone asks, we're just experimenting with new things. Okay?"
"'Deal'"
"You are so gonna lose."
<Erreck, bang, errrr, squeek, sqirrrrreee>
"Aw shit."
"I believe you are correct, Lieutenant."
"Shut up Seven."
"I thought you wished to win your bet?"
"Yeah but... Argh! Damn it, Seven you call it in cuz if I do, I'm gonna end up screaming at Carey, again." Lanna slumped down to the floor and leaned against the wall while Seven called in the malfunction to engineering. "I wanted to go home too."
Several minutes of silent brooding went by until Seven finally broke it.
"Lt, may I have your bra now?"
"What?!"
"The bet, you won, I must now wear your bra for a week."
"Right, but you want it right now? I mean we are in a turbolift, we can go to my quarters after we get out and I can change and then give you a clean one."
"That one will suffice, and it would be a waste of resources such as time to go to your quarters when we are sitting here doing nothing. I will 'hold up' my end of the bet."
"Was that a pun Seven?"
"Are you shy or embarrassed, Lieutenant?"
"No fair turning the conversation back to me. Fine, you wanted it you got." Lanna stood up quickly and threw off her jacket and standard issue Starfleet tank top, now left standing there in her black lace bra. "Um, Seven could you please turn around?"
"Why?"
"Just do it, damn it." And so Seven stood up and turned around, her back facing the now half naked half Klingon. But Lanna wasn't expecting Seven to begin striping either once she stood up as well. Though it was pretty obvious that if Seven was going to wear a bra under her biosuit she would have to put it on. Lanna suddenly got a good view of a strong, well muscled, alabaster colored back, marred only with a few scars and metal bands encircling the taller woman's rib cage. Mesmerized, she couldn't help herself, when she reached out and lightly ran her finger tips over the surprisingly warm metal. Seven flinched at the sudden, unexpected touch, but didn't move far since Lanna had wrapped her other arm around Seven's waste holding her in place.
"It's beautiful, Seven. You know, I thought that I would be repulsed by seeing human flesh embedded with metal implants but... I'm not. On you, it just... fits. It's not obtrusive but rather soft looking, and it's warm, I thought it would have ended up being cold and hard."
"To have implants that are cold and hard would be inefficient. And the Borg are anything but inefficient."
"Indeed." Lanna mimicked Seven's phrase and then sort of snapped out of her spell, handing Seven the bra over her shoulder. Except, when she went to move back, this time Seven stopped her keeping the darker woman's hand flat on her hip.
"How do you put on such a device?"
"Here, give it back and I'll show you." No words were used as Lanna simply showed the blonde how to put on a bra but somewhere along the line things slowed down, movements became more sensual and free- flowing. A hand grazed the underside of a breast, a gasp was heard, breathing suddenly became very shallow and quick.
"B'Elanna? Have you ever heard of the turbolift fetish?"
"What?" Lanna had to ask, trying to think past the haze of desire she suddenly found herself in.
"Making love in a turbolift. Have you ever done it?" Suddenly Seven didn't sound like the inhumane borg drone, Lanna once thought her to be, and the quiet whispered words only served to further excite her, nearly throwing her over the edge just thinking about making love in such a public place, with Carey already on his way to fix the lift. There was a strong chance of getting caught and it nearly made Lanna cum right then and there.
"No. Have you?"
"No." Seven turned around still inside Lanna's arms and brought her lips just a hairs breath away from Lanna's. "Will you show me?"
"Yes." That one whispered word was all the incentive Seven needed to bring her lips that inch closer and connect with Lanna's. The first kiss was sweet and sensual but soon gave way to the passions that were bubbling so close to the top in each woman. Lanna brought her hand up and around Seven's neck, pulling her even closer, mashing their breasts together, rubbing already hard nipples against each other, causing Seven to groan out in pure delight, thereby opening her mouth and allowing Lanna's tongue entrance.
And soon, Seven's tongue was repaying the favor, exploring Lanna's mouth as she had just done to her. But soon that was not enough, she wanted to feel, to explore more. Hands began to roam, coming up and grabbing hold of Lanna's ass, squeezing, and then hoisting the smaller woman up and onto her hips. B'Elanna moaned and began to rock against the woman holding her, bringing her hands down from Seven's neck and encircling the most perfect breasts she had ever seen. First squeezing them as Seven had done to her ass, and then pinching the buds, pulling on them, bringing out even more moans of pleasure from Seven until Seven couldn't stand it any more. The ex- drone back up against the wall closest to her, crashing into it and trying her best to support herself and the woman in her arms on wobbly legs. Seven's head tilted back in pleasure and pain once she hit the wall, and Lanna took that opportunity to bring her mouth down, following the path her hands had taken previously until her tongue now encircled the taut buds.
Seven now kept up a constant rocking against the woman in her arms but still she ached for more. Sliding down the wall, Seven ended up sitting on the floor with Lanna in her lap, panting and so aroused that Lanna could now see the wet spot staining Seven's blue biosuit. So B'Elanna eased out of the borg's arms and helped her to pull down the rest of her biosuit, taking her heels right off with it. But when Seven was about to return the favor, Lanna pushed her shoulders back and settled down on the floor between Seven's legs. Slowly she stuck out her tongue, tasting the blonde for the first time and finding the taste salty, yet sweet, and very much to her liking. Running her tongue back up and down the now swollen lips, Lanna nearly brought Seven over the edge, but she had more she wanted the younger woman to experience. Taking one finger, she lubricated it with Seven's more then abundant juices and slowly began to insert it into Seven fairly tight hole. But once stretched enough, she began to pump in and out of Seven matching the speed Seven was setting with the rocking of her hips. Knowing that Seven was real close now, Lanna added her tongue back to the mix and teased her nub, peaking out of it's hood. It didn't take much after that to set Seven over the edge and as a scream ripped out of Seven's throat, possibly alerting others near the turbolift to what was going on inside, it also brought Lanna over the edge, climaxing a few seconds after Seven did.
Both women very exhausted, and very satiated, they still some how managed to get dressed in a hurry after Seven had heard Carey's voice saying 'bring the lift back online'. A few minutes later, two dressed women came flying out of the now working turbolift, one oddly wearing blue sparkled heals with a Starfleet uniform and one oddly wearing a bra underneath a biosuit. Neither stopping to say thanks, nor stopping to file any sort of report.
Both women made it to Torres's quarters in record time hoping that no one really saw the evidence of what had just happened. Of course the fact that Seven kept pulling on the bra she was currently wearing in which was way too small for her, might have brought just a little attention to their escapades through the corridors. 'Next time I plan a bet, I shall be a bit more careful on what I bet about', Seven thought to herself.
"Shower?"
"Indeed, I shall wait for you to go first."
"No together."
"There is a shower fetish as well? I did not know. I had only planned for the turbolift."
"You planned the turbolift?! YOU sabotaged lift?! On purpose?! YOU set me up?! Damn that was better then Tom's usual 'plans'. Now, let me show you the shower."
The End!
Hope you enjoyed, now wait till I spoof this. :)
This little story is also dedicated to Rachel, cuz she's been wanting to write another turbolift story and asked me for some inspiration. Hope this helps.
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