this should probably have a D.R.A.W. warning with it.
sorry but this isn't a challange answer, just my own demented mind at
work. *eg*
hope u like ;)
Buddy


The Dance
Author: Buddy
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them, I'm just borrowing them.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Torres/Seven
Summary: Just a little something that came to me while listening
to `Addictive by Truth Hurts'.


Walking into the mess hall B'Elanna noticed that it was fairly
crowded. She ignored the looks she was getting, walking up and
getting her lunch.
She took her plate, looked around and found an empty table in the
back.
As she passes through the crowd, bits and pieces of conversations
filtered through her head.
"Yah, I was surprised to. She ... "
"I saw her moving like ... "
Torres kept going, missing most of what people where saying. Finally
she was at the table and sitting to eat. From what she had heard so
far, an unknown woman had done something that seemed to surprise the
whole crew.
But she couldn't here any names and that was making her curious.
" ... music was to die for ..."
"I know. She was HOT in that ..."
" ... just like an angel from heaven."
The voices kept talking about the mysterious woman, but never
revealed her name.
B'Elanna quickly finished her food and took care of the tray. After
watching it disappear in a shower of blue sparkles, she made her way
to the door.
She was almost there when it open and the whole room went silent.
Looking around she notices that everyone is watching the door.
Finally a figure walked in said doors with a nod to Torres, then
continued like it was no big deal that no one was talking.
Torres was still watching the door, waiting for who was coming in
that could silence an entire room with their presence. Then they
closed and she was baffled.
`Maybe they we're expecting Seven and I to fight?' she thinks.
Stepping through the door and heading back to Engineering, she starts
thinking about the crews strange behavior.
Waiting for the lift to come, she heard more about this 'Angel'. What
could she be doing to cause everyone to act like a bunch of
hormonally challenged teens.
`Wonder who it could be?' Torres thought as she stepped into the
turbo-lift. "Engineering." she orders, then leans against the wall
and waits.
She never noticed that she wasn't alone in the lift. Whispered words
broke her wondering.
".. sheer vales were there like ..."
"No, it was the sounds ... like ..."
The lift stopped before they finished and Torres stepped out. Not
seeing that she wasn't where she had requested. She was to busy
thinking about what had everyone talking, that she didn't notice she
wasn't alone.
On auto-pilot, Torres unknowingly made her way to Cargo Bay 2 and
inside. She only notices where she is when a voice behind her spoke
up.
"Can I be of assistance Lt. Torres?"
"Seven?" Torres asks, turning toward her. "This isn't Engineering?"
She says looking around.
B'Elanna could have swore she saw a smile starting to curve Seven's
lips, but was gone so fast she wasn't sure if she really saw it or
not.
"Sorry Seven. I didn't mean to bother you. I'm not sure how I got
here." Torres headed for the doors, but Seven spoke up.
"Lt. I ... I have a request, but because of our past arguments I
am ... reluctant to ask."
B'Elanna smiled, hoping to put Seven at ease. "You can ask me
anything Seven, but I can't promise I can or will answer."
"Fair enough Lt. I would like your opinion on a 'side project' I have
been working on? I understand if you do not have the time." Seven
stood calmly waiting for an answer.
Torres could have swore she saw a glint of something pass over Sevens
eyes. Nodding she agreed to take a look.
"When would you like to do this Seven?"
"1800 Hours is available on holo deck 1, if that is 'alright' with
you Lt.?"
"Sure Seven, that would be fine. I'll see you then." Torres turned
and walked out in a confused haze.
`First this woman everyone is talking about, then Seven is asking for
my opinion. Life in the Delta Quadrant is never dull.' She thought as
she made her way to Engineering, paying attention to where she was
going this time.
As B'Elanna walked through the doors she hollered to Carey, "I'll be
in my office doing paperwork if you need me."
He nodded ok, then went back to the diagnostic he was running.
~~~~~

Time flew by and before Torres realized it, she was late for her
meeting with Seven. Quickly finishing up what she was working on and
logging out for the day B'Elanna hailed Seven.
"Torres to Seven of Nine"
"Seven here. Go ahead Lt."
"I'm running just a little late, but I'm on my way right now."
"Understood Lt. I shall expect you in five minutes."
"Sounds about right Seven. Torres out."
Everyone she passed seemed to be talking about the same thing.
Stepping into the lift she smiles at the two Ensigns that were in the
lift. They were whispering also.
One of them had accidentally walked in on someone in a very erotic
dance in the holo-deck. They were about to say the name when the lift
came to a stop.
B'Elanna stepped out wondering if that had anything to do with
the 'Angel' everyone was talking about. She was getting some pretty
strange looks as she made her way to the holo deck, but they stopped
when she stared them down.
Finally she stood before the holo-deck doors and took a deep breath,
readying herself for what she thought would be some new 'improvement'
Seven had in mind, more then likely. Drawing a final breath, she
walked through the doors.
B'Elanna stopped and stared, frozen by what she sees. 'Is this the
right place or did I just step into an Arabian Nights tale?'
Silk was draped everywhere, sheets of it hung from the ceiling drawn
back to the walls. A table was set up off to the left with food and
drinks. The right was stacked high with pillows with guests sitting
on them.
But she was most surprised by the throne that was right across from
where she stood. It was empty, but two women stood on either side of
it. Some of the locals were sitting around with women in sheer
outfits bringing them food and drink.
She was even more surprised when the women by the throne came towards
her. They bowed, then each took an arm and led her to the throne.
As Torres sits down one hands her a drink and the other offers her a
plate of food. No sure what to do, she took the drink, but declined
the food.
"What's going on here?" B'Elanna finally asks them.
"The new dancers are being brought in for your pleasure, my Lord. You
are to choose one of them to be yours. Do you not remember Lord
Torres?" one asks a little confused.
Before she could answer, a set of doors open and five women were led
into the room by four armed guards. Everyone around turned to face
the throne, waiting for the show to begin.
All five wore sheer vales and were covered by a sheet so that only
their eyes could be seen. They walk out to the open floor, facing
B'Elanna, then wait.
The woman standing on Torres's left bends down and whispers to
her, "You must give the command for the dance to begin, Lord Torres."
B'Elanna was staring at the women before her, then nods towards the
guards who brought them in. "Begin" Was all she could think to say.
Surely this wasn't what Seven had wanted her opinion about?
The women are moved to the center of the floor as music fills the air
and they begin their seductive dance.
Moving with the music, they seem to put the whole room under a spell.
Four of them surround the fifth, slowly removing their vales as they
move.
The music and view had Torres hypnotized, watching the skin being
revealed with every sheer vale that was removed, that she didn't
notice the woman in the center was still fully covered.
B'Elanna watched as the outer four seemed to melt into the shadows,
leaving the last woman alone on the floor.
She moved like an angel, floating around the floor, moving closer to
Torres with her every move. Then the others reappeared and begun
removing the vales of the last one dressed. She never stopped moving
as her skin was slowly revealed.
B'Elanna was transfixed by the beauty of her moves and the flawless
skin that was being revealed just for her. She had finished her drink
without realizing it and was feeling warmer as more skin is revealed.
The woman to her left refills her cup without a word, as the song
seemed to be coming to a close. They women ended their dance bowing
before Torres.
Someone starts clapping, then everyone follows. Smiling at the show
they put on, Torres caught a glint of metal. Before she could say
anything the woman to her right leans forward and whispers,
"You must chose one now, my Lord."
B'Elanna had been so taken with the dance, that she'd forgotten about
that. Looking around, she saw that everyone was waiting for her,
waiting to see who she would chose.
Some of the men seemed to be placing bets on which Torres would
chose. As she stood, everyone went silent.
Handing her glass off to someone, Torres walked towards the women.
She walked back and forth in front of them, then stopped and motioned
for one of her helpers forward.
"Can you have them stand up? I would like to see better before I
decide. Then I want the room cleared."
Bowing to Torres, the woman clapped her hands and the dancers stood.
Then she turned to the guards. "Lord Torres has ordered the room
cleared."
Everyone but the five dancers and Torres's helpers left the room.
None of the women looked up, keeping their eyes on the floor. They
still wore vales on their faces, but once they had stood, B'Elanna
knew who she would chose.
"Her." Torres said pointing to the one in the middle. "Have her
brought to ... " She stopped, not sure where she was suppose to go
now.
Stepping up, a helper took Torres's arm and started walking off with
her. "I will have her brought to your privet chambers, my Lord."
Torres nodded, allowing herself to be led away. Not really paying
attention to where they were going, Torres's thoughts were running
mad now.
`Why didn't I notice how beautiful she was before? Or how she moves
with such grace.'
Her thoughts were stopped as they reached another set of double
doors. Stepping inside she was stunned again.
A bed the size of her whole bedroom was set in the middle of the
room, draped with more silk and sheer sheets. A knock at the door
stopped her from exploring the room further.
"Come"
The other helper walked in leading the woman Torres had chosen. They
stopped before her, then the helpers turned and left the room.
Now left alone Torres walks over to the woman and stops right in
front of her. Her eyes are firmly on the floor, not daring to look
up. She could feel the heat of the half Klingon's body moveing closer.
A firm but gentle hand grasps her chin and raises her head, so they
are face to face. But she still wont look B'Elanna in the eye.
`Let's see what she has planned?' Torres thought with an evil
smirk. "So what are you going to do now my pretty? Another dance
perhaps? A more 'privet' dance?" She asks with a low purr.
"If that is what my Lord wishes of me" she answers shyly.
B'Elanna releases her chin and walkes over to sit on the huge bed,
playing her part to the fullest. "Well then, be all means, lets see
this 'privet' dance."
Her head nods and music starts. Her moves are as smooth as ever, but
with more passion then B'Elanna had ever seen from that body or those
eyes. There was a fire burning in those impossible blue eyes.
Moving closer to the bed, she starts removing vales one by one, very
slowly. Soon she is down to just the bra type top and sheer bottoms,
with a slit from hip to ankle.
B'Elanna was finding it harder and harder to just sit there while
this creature seemed to tease her with every move.
Moving in closer to Torres, she wraps one of the vales around
B'Elanna's neck and pulls her up off of the bed.
B'Elanna allows herself to be pulled up and away from the bed, but
was unable to remain silent any longer.
"Why are you doing this Seven?"
The woman in question never stops moving, but does whisper her answer
into a tempting ear.
"For you. I need you. You need me." Then she moved around behind
Torres and starts to remove her jacket. Torres gives no resistance to
being undressed.
"Oh, I do need you. More then you'll ever know." Torres breathed out
as Sevens hands slid down her shirt to pull it from her pants.
Working her hands under the tight fabric, Seven slowly pulls it up
over Torres's head. Dancing around the standing woman, Seven teases
her with her moves. Brushing against her, but then pulling away.
The music was starting to move the half Klingon, she sways to the
beat. Watching Seven come closer, then moving away as she reaches out
to touch the now very tempting skin.
B'Elanna releases a growl of frustration that brings a smile to
Seven's lips. She is moving in ever smaller circles, closer and
closer to Torres, needing to touch the skin that had fascinated her
for so long.
Working her way back behind B'Elanna, she wraps her arms around the
little engineers body and begins removing the rest of her cloths.
Moving with the body wrapped around hers, Torres is lost to the
feelings Sevens body is creating inside of hers. She feels those
skillful hands unfastening her pants and lowering them.
Seven steps back to remove her costume, simply ripping it away from
her body. Then she moves back to Torres and removes her remaining
clothing in the same fashion.
The feel of Sevens naked body against hers pushed the Klingon over
her limits. She couldn't just stand by anymore, she wanted to see
that skin that had been hidden from all except a few. Turning around
she takes Seven in her arms and looks deep into darkened blue eyes.
"What do you want from me Seven? Is this just another of your
experiments?" Torres asked, hoping very much that it was nothing like
that.
Seven wrapped her arms around the other woman and pulls her closer.
Choosing to answer only the first question she looks Torres right in
the eye. "I want forever." Then leaned in and claimed the lips she
had dreamed about for so long.
Smiling at the answer, B'Elanna works them over closer to the bed and
crawls up onto it, pulling Seven with her. "Then you shall have it."
Torres nudges Seven down flat on the bed and lays atop her claiming
her lips in a passion filled kiss. Seven runs her hands down the
strong back and over firm butt cheeks, pulling them closer together.
She wraps a leg around Torres's hip and moaned at the feel of
pressure it created in side of her.
B'Elanna was nipping and licking her way down to those beautiful full
breasts. She was happily growling away as she took one straining
nipple into her mouth.
Seven cried out at the feel of B'Elanna's hot mouth surrounding her
breast, she wrapped her fingers in the dark hair and pulled her
closer, never wanting it to end.
B'Elanna's hand moves down the abdominal implant causing a shiver to
run through Seven's body. Moving so she was nuzzling Seven's ear.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" B'Elanna asked, needing to be
sure Seven knew exactly what this would mean.
Seven took B'Elanna's face in her hands and said one word. "qawlv."
(I choose you)
Torres captured those beautiful lips in a searing kiss as her fingers
slipped into Sevens folds. A moan worked it's way up from deep inside
of Sevens chest, but was swallowed by the relentless kiss Lana was
keeping her in.
As a finger slipped into Seven for the first time, she tore away from
the kiss with a growl of her own. She slowly slide in and out of
Seven, keeping the rhythm that the ex-drones hips were setting.
"More, please, muSHa'. " (love) Seven moaned out. She still couldn't
believe this was happening. So many times she had dreamed of this
moment. How B'Elanna would be loving, demanding and yet so gentle.
Seven was on the edge now, just needing a little more to go over.
Torres could feel the flutters begin within Seven's center. Looking
deep into Sevens eyes she sees what she has always wanted. Love.
Finding it she did the only thing she could.
"jlH dok" B'Elanna growls out.
"maj dok" Seven replies with an equally firm growl and turned her
head.
B'Elanna kissed the alabaster cheek, then firmly bit into the skin.
The feel of the half Klingon's teeth claiming her sent Seven over the
edge, screaming B'Elanna's name.
`This is omega.' Was the last thought to run through Sevens head
before her world seemed to fly apart. B'Elanna pulled the shaking
woman into her arms, holding her close.
As her breathing returned to something close to normal, Seven pulls
Lana's face closer as she slips a hand between them to cup Torres's
center. A rolling purr was her answer, so she leaned in and claimed
those irresistible lips in a breath stealing kiss.
B'Elanna slides a hand down Sevens arm, urging her further, stopping
only when Seven was deep within her. She had been so close, that she
knew it wouldn't take much. Just the feel of Sevens mesh covered hand
inside of her was pushing B'Elanna closer and closer.
When she felt Seven bite her cheek, B'Elanna pulled her closer and
slipped inside again.
"We go together this time Be'nal." She said as they fell into each
other, howling their release.

~~~~~

As Torres and Seven stepped out of the holo-deck doors, clapping and
wolf whistles stopped them in their tracks.
A crowd had gathered outside the doors when word had spread through
the ship that they were locked inside the holo-deck and growling
could be heard. When they saw the matching bite marks, everyone was
relieved.
Capt. Janeway stepped forward and quieted them down. "B'Elanna,
Seven. I am glad to see that you finally worked out your
differences." She said with a rakish grin, that made both women
blush. "May I be the first to say congratulations and it's about
time."
The whole hall agreed, watching their fierce chief engineer take
Sevens hand and kiss the mesh covered digits. As she was about to
speak, Janeway stopped her.
"One more thing ladies. You have the next three days off, my gift to
the happy couple." She hugged them both, then stepped aside.
To Torres's surprise, Tom, Harry, Chakotay and Neelix all stepped
forward, offering her a data padd.
"Three days of holo-deck time and a program we wrote just for you."
At the questioning looks Harry explained that everyone knew they
would end up together.
"It was just a matter of time." Harry finished with a knowing look.
B'Elanna was so surprised by her friends and family she didn't know
what to say. Vorik and Tuvok stepped forward before she could say
anything and handed her another padd.
Seven smiled when she saw the plans for a smaller alcove. "It will be
installed in your quarters by the time you return to duty." Tuvok
explained.
Janeway stepped forward again, before either woman could speak.
Smiling at then, she turned them to face the doors they had just
exited.
"Go on you two. You can thank us later." Then she gently pushed them
through the doors. Seven turned and took her wife into her arms and
kissed her ridged forehead.
"I believe I will like this 'honeymoon'." Seven said as the doors
closed on the happy couple and everyone else just smiled, then went
back to their work.

The End