ok this was Ghrdr's challange part II, sorry it took so long. it was
hard to come up with a good idea. hope this passes as ok. enjoy :)
Buddy



Lustful Ideas
Author: Buddy
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them, will return them
cleaned and pressed.
Rating: NC17

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B'Elanna could feel her blood start to boil, she knew she needed to
be alone, but couldn't be right now. She knew the early signs of Pon
Far. `Kahless, I thought I was cured of this.' Torres thought to
herself.

Her on again, off again relationship with Tom Paris was the result of
the first Pon Far and she wanted to keep it that way. `No more
mistakes. If I have to fight, I will. But if I have other
options ... ` Torres let that thought run threw her brain as she
heard the doors open and reveal Seven of Nine.

B'Elanna could feel a growl trying to come out, but she was able to
beat it down.

"Seven, what can I do for you?" Torres asked, trying hard not to
think about how sweet Seven smelled. How the metallic tang only made
her want to ... `WHOA! Stop right there!!'

Seven watched the smaller woman's eyes glaze over and her breathing
became ragged. "Lt. Torres, I was ordered to help with the repairs.
Are you feeling alright Lt.?"

Torres took a deep breath to try and clear her head, but with Seven
so close the sent made her growl. Seven raised her implanted brow at
her.

"I'm fine Seven." Torres said threw gritted teeth. "Let's just get
this over with." Seven nodded and followed B'Elanna. They worked for
three hours together, so when she saw B'Elanna stop working and lean
on the wall, Seven took a hold of her arm.

"Lt. you are not well. Please allow me to assist you to sick bay?"
Torres couldn't argue anymore. "Thanks Seven." She said as they
headed for a lift.

When they entered sick bay they saw Vorik and Tom Paris circling each
other like a couple of wild animals. The Doctor was standing off to
the side, watching them. "Doctor why are you not stopping them?"
Seven asked as they walked over to him.

Just then Vorik got a hold of Tom's arm and threw him towards them.
He hit the force field, then the floor. Once they we're apart the
Doctor put a field between them. "I was just waiting for them to move
far enough apart." He answered as he went to check on Paris.
B'Elanna had stepped behind Seven when Tom was free of the field. The
smell of his arousal was warring with the sent of Seven in side her
head.

She growled when Tom started towards her, which stopped him
cold. "Lanna? Honey what's wrong?" He asked as he pushed Seven aside
and reached for Torres.

B'Elanna's eyes flared at that and she sprang at him. Tom was so
surprised when he saw her jump that he froze. Lucky for him Seven had
not. She stepped between them and caught Torres easily.

"I would suggest that you find somewhere else to be for a while."
Seven told him as she turned B'Elanna to face away from her, but then
pulled her close and held her.

Torres stiffened when Seven caught her and she struggled to get at
Tom. She wanted to rip his arms off and beat him with them for daring
to just brush Seven aside. When she was turned and pulled against
Seven's chest, Torres started purring and quit struggling.

Tom was going to argue when the Doctor came over and agreed with
Seven. "Yes Mr. Paris you need to get out of here for a while. At
least until I can get Vorik and Torres more under control." He looked
Tom in the eye and asked him. "Or would you like to go a couple more
rounds with Vorik? Or maybe Torres? Since they are beyond controlling
the Pon Far right now, either could kill you."

"So why does the Borg get to stay?" He asked. Seven freed her mesh
covered hand and grabbed Tom by the throat and lifted him to her eye
level.

"If you do not leave, I will gladly assist you out." Her cold blue
eyes told Tom not to argue if he enjoyed breathing unassisted. When
she dropped him, he scrambled for the door.

"I'll be back. This isn't
over you Borg bitch." With every word against Seven, Torres was
becoming more agitated. She was trying to get a hold of him. The purr
was replaced with a low dangerous growl. Tom looked and saw the fires
burning in B'Elannas eyes. "Let her decide who she wants to help
her." Tom said.

Seven turned B'Elanna lose and stepped back. "As you wish Mr. Paris."
The Doctor looked shocked at Seven, then to Torres who was smiling.
Tom mistook it for a happy smile and walked towards her. But the
smile was an evil smile and her intentions towards him were bodily
harm.

Torres grabbed the arm he was reaching for her with and pulled him
close. He looked into her maddened eyes and finally realized he was
in deep shit.

Torres smiled bigger. "Never let a Klingon smell your fear." She
lifted him up with his arm and threw him out the doors.

Seven stepped up and grabbed her before she could finish Tom off.
Paris stood up and charged back into the room. The Doctor grabbed
him. "Calm down Mr. Paris or I will have to sedate you and have you
removed." Tom looked over to B'Elanna and Seven. He saw Seven holding
Torres close and they were talking in whispers.

Vorik decided then was a good time to remind everyone he was still
there. "I challenge Paris for the right to mate with Lt. Torres."
Everyone froze.

"I accept. But I also challenge Seven." Tom said to the shocked room.
Seven opened her mouth to respond, but B'Elanna spoke before she
could. "NO! She has nothing to do with this. And I won't let you drag
her into one of your twisted little games." Torres was struggling
against Seven, but couldn't get a hand on Paris.

The Doctor just stood and watched. He jumped when a hand touched him
on the shoulder. "AHH ... Don't do that." He told Tuvok when he
turned to face the Vulcan. Raising a brow he asked. "You called for
security. Is there a problem?" Tuvok asked as he looked around.
Vorik was standing at the force field watching Tom. Tom was glaring
at Seven, who was holding Torres.

"Pon Far?" He asked. At the Doctors nod Tuvok asked who had
challenged who. Once he had all the facts straight, he made a logical
solution to the problem.

"Vorik, Mr. Paris and Lt. Torres will have to battle to see who has
mating rights." He looked over to Torres. "Unless you can find
someone to champion for you. You do not seem to be able to control
the blood lust Pon Far, you might kill one or both of them."

Even in Seven's grasp, Torres had started to shake with the blood
lust racing threw her vanes. Sevens sent was thick around Torres and
she was trying to keep from ravishing Seven. Hearing Tuvoks advice,
she decided to ask Seven to champion for her. It was the last thing
B'Elanna wanted to be doing, but Seven seemed to want to fight.
So they agreed to meet at the holo deck in one hour to finally decide
who would win the right to claim Torres as a mate.

Torres wasn't happy about it, but right now she was struggling to
keep control of the blood lust. She, Tuvok and the Doctor were in a
secluded part of the arena. Tom was warming up in one section, Vorik
was stretching and meditating, while Seven stood with her hands
clasped behind her and waited.

Tuvok stood, getting their attention. "In order to keep things fair,
you will have two fights. Vorik and Seven will start. The winner will
fight Mr. Paris. The last one standing will be the winner." Looking
to Torres, he asked if she agreed. She could only nod as blood lust
induced fantasy's raced through her head.

Vorik and Seven battled for quite some time, but it was clear that
Seven was only toying with him. A growl from Torres got Seven's own
blood going and she took him out. Tuvok nodded and motioned for Vorik
to have a seat on one of the three benches.

Tom was a whole different story. They circled for a while, then Tom
jumped at Seven, who just caught him by the throat. As she squeezed
Tom struggled to get lose. When he finally passed out, Seven let him
drop. Tuvok nodded again and instructed Seven to exit the arena.
The Doctor had gone down and revived Paris. "Do you wish to continue?
If you wish to quit now, you may."

"Do I still have a shot with Lanna?" Tom asked.

"No Mr. Paris. Once Seven defeated you both she won the right to
claim Torres as her mate. I believe they will be taking The Oath
soon." Tuvok replied.

"Then what's the good of us going on?" Tom asked, then looked over to
Vorik. He was shaking and sweat was pouring off of him.

"You could help Vorik to resolve his Pon Far." Tuvok suggested, but
Vorik jumped in.

"No. I will find another way. I will not fight Tom
now." Vorik was trembling now and having trouble standing. When his
legs gave out, Tom didn't stop to think, he jumped up and rushed over
to help him.

"HEY DOC. We could really use you down here." Tom yelled as he held
the weakened man.

Tom looked into his eyes and saw the struggle Vorik was going threw.
The pain, rage and desire we're flowing unchecked through him. Tom
knew Vorik could die if something wasn't done now.

He took Voriks hand and placed it to his own face, then placed his on
Voriks face. "Just tell me what to do." He smiled at the flood of
relief that flooded the Vulcans eyes.

The Doctor and Tuvok left them alone and headed back to sick bay.
They we're discussing what had taken place as they walked into sick
bay. They looked up to find the Capt. waiting for them.

"Care to explain what is going on around here? Why Seven and Torres
were ripping each others cloths off in the turbo lift? Why there is a
medical lockout on holo deck two? And where the hell my helms men
is?" She asked to calmly.

They looked to each other, then back to her. "Patient's privacy
rights would be broken if I did Capt. Everything will be back to
normal in two days." Before she could ask any more, they turned and
left her doing an imitation of a fish out of water.