Late Night Snack
Author: RebelGirl
Disclaimer: All the characters
belong to Paramount – they sure as hell wouldn’t write this! I’m just having a
little fun.
Rating: NC-17 FEMSLASH alert – you
have been warned.
Summary: LOL! This is pure PWP and the
title says it all.
Feedback: Yes please [email protected]
"There must be *something*
here you like," came a muffled voice from inside the refrigerator.
Seven looked on, bemused by
B’Elanna’s actions. She had been quite content to remain in the Chief
Engineer’s quarters and continue her mapping of the darker woman’s body, but
B’Elanna had interrupted her exploration after declaring that she was hungry.
"What exactly are you looking
for, B’Elanna?" Seven enquired, mindful of the lateness of the hour and
their current state of dress, or more accurately, undress. B’Elanna had flown
out of her quarters with just a bathrobe tied round her. Due to the speed of
her departure, Seven had grabbed the closest article of clothing to hand. It
turned out to be one of B’Elanna’s t-shirts and just about covered her hips.
The appropriateness of their attire might come into question if they were
discovered by a security patrol.
"Oh, I’ve got what I
want," B’Elanna said cryptically. "Now, tell me what do you like to
eat?"
"You," answered the drone
in a blatant come-on.
B’Elanna hit her head on the roof
of the fridge as she pulled out. "I know that," she replied with an
evil grin. "You must have a favourite flavour though," she reasoned,
determined to get Seven in on her idea.
"You," Seven repeated
seductively, draping her arms over the smaller woman and claiming her lips in a
bruising kiss.
B’Elanna couldn’t help but respond.
As Seven lifted her arms to encircle the engineer, her t-shirt had lifted,
revealing intimate areas of flesh that B’Elanna never tired of exploring.
Summoning every micron of willpower, the Klingon pulled her lips away from
Seven, stroking her face tenderly as she spoke. "Your favourite food?"
she prompted.
"I had strawberries a few days
ago. Though sweet, there was a pleasant tartness to them. They have an
acceptable flavour," Seven responded, the sentence punctuated by fleeting
kisses on B’Elanna’s brow ridges before Seven finally secured her lips back
where they wanted to be; on the shorter woman’s full mouth.
B’Elanna melted into the caress,
feeling her hearts pound in her ears and at a lower juncture as her desire
escalated. She broke off the encounter with a slight shove and rummaged through
the kitchen refrigerator again, triumphantly exclaiming when she targeted in on
her booty.
Grabbing Seven’s hand, she kicked
the fridge door shut and headed back to her quarters, the contraband held
firmly in her other hand.
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Without waiting for the doors to
close shut behind them, Seven pulled B’Elanna into her arms again. She wanted
this fiery engineer, and she wanted her now.
Enveloping her into her arms, Seven
crushed her lips down onto the smaller woman’s mouth and used her tongue to
demand entrance. B’Elanna happily obliged, draping her arms over the shoulders
of the blonde amazon, careful though to keep hold of her smuggled goods. Within
seconds, B’Elanna had forgotten about what she was holding, consumed by Seven’s
ardour as the younger woman continued to ravish her mouth and body, hands
raking over her back before roaming round the front and into the opening of her
bath robe.
Seven moaned as her hands brushed
against B’Elanna’s breasts and instinctively she massaged them, circling the
dark nipples roughly, teasing the pebbles into painful tautness.
Moving her head down, she kissed
each of the nipples almost reverently before locking onto one and sucking
harder, grazing it with her teeth and nipping it, stimulating B’Elanna and
herself with the contact. She grinned as she heard her lover groan and wrapped
her arms round the engineer’s waist, knowing that B’Elanna’s legs would give
way any second.
The movement was enough to spur
B’Elanna into action and she pulled away from Seven’s intimate caresses.
"Bed," she ordered, the impish grin returning as she drew Seven’s
attention to the foodstuffs in her hands.
Confused but obliging as ever,
Seven allowed herself to be led into the bedroom, the crumpled sheets evidence
of their earlier activities.
Slowly, B’Elanna eased Seven into
the middle of the mattress and then straddled her, shrugging off the bathrobe
as she did so. Seven’s hands rose automatically to claim the klingon’s breasts
once more and B’Elanna arched at the contact. Seven could feel B’Elanna’s
wetness on her stomach and her own readiness increased as she became more
excited. She wriggled underneath the woman, wanting her touches to become more
intimate and more stimulating.
B’Elanna grinned and brought her
head down to kiss the ex-drone passionately, spurred on as Seven’s hands
clenched at her breasts convulsively. Slowly, she slid down her lover,
extricating the t-shirt over Seven’s head to reveal her voluptuous breasts. She
traced intricate patterns in the flesh, and danced her fingertips over the rosy
aureoles, making them stiff with ardour before sliding her sex down the
alabaster skin of Seven’s abdomen and then further down her right thigh,
leaving Seven gasping in ragged breaths. When her head was parallel with her
intended destination, she lowered herself down slowly and gently blew at the
downy fuzz covering Seven’s mons. Seven’s hips rose up, wanting physical
contact with B’Elanna but settled back down as B’Elanna pushed them gently,
opening her legs further as she did.
Seven laid back, feeling the cooler
air on the molten folds, knowing that B’Elanna’s lips were about to consume her
totally when suddenly, a substance neither solid nor liquid, yet extremely cold
landed on her most intimate flesh. She let out a startled squeal and started to
sit up when B’Elanna attacked her flesh, licking the cold substance voraciously
from where it had spread. The heat of B’Elanna’s mouth contrasted starkly with
the substance that was now starting to trickle deep into her and Seven found
herself totally aroused by the attention.
B’Elanna didn’t let up, the mixture
of the banana ice-cream and Seven’s unique taste spurring her into obtaining
every droplet of moisture as she licked deep into Seven’s folds and below,
cleaning her thoroughly. She could hear Seven moaning softly, regularly, as she
made contact with her flesh and lapped up more of Seven’s juices as they
escaped her. Continuing her efforts, she waited until Seven was teetering on the
edge before dropping another splodge of banana ice cream onto her, once again
attacking the area, eating into the mixture of ice cream and Seven, feeling her
own pulse racing as her lover reacted to her caress, and smothering a smirk as
she heard Seven’s shriek of surprise as the coldness hit her again.
Seven was close, so close that she
thought she might stop breathing altogether. Her hips had a life of their own
as they gyrated with the rhythm of B’Elanna’s tongue. She was expecting another
blast of coldness as she teetered on the brink again. Then she yelled,
B’Elanna’s name torn from her throat as her lover took her over the edge and
brought her to a crashing orgasm.
B’Elanna crawled up to face her
partner, watching in awed amazement as Seven panted, a fine sheen of
perspiration covering the porcelain skin and darkening her golden hair. The
ex-borg’s beauty never failed to astound B’Elanna; she could study her for an
eternity and still be astonished by it.
After a moment of satiated silence,
Seven turned her head to gaze deeply into the smouldering brown eyes of her
mate. "That was incredible. Now I know why you were so eager to get
something to eat." Her voice was breathy, indication that she was still
coming down from the heights B’Elanna had sent her to.
B’Elanna smiled lovingly at Seven.
"Well you certainly fed my appetite," she quipped, trailing a finger
over the optical implant adorning Seven’s face, knowing how sensitive that part
of the ex-drone was.
Seven smiled back before leaning
into B’Elanna and pushing her onto her back. She kissed her chastely before
rising onto her elbows to look down at the smaller woman. "Well I’m hungry
now," Seven told her, lowering her lips back down to nuzzle B’Elanna’s
neck, driving her crazy at the contact.
Seven took her time with B’Elanna’s
body, kissing her neck thoroughly, and marking the klingon once again in a spot
that would not be seen when the engineer was back in uniform. B’Elanna growled
at the contact, her pulse thundering through her ears, her body hypersensitive
to Seven’s ministrations.
Slowly, Seven worked her way down
and onto B’Elanna’s breasts. She could feel her own excitement build again and
this spurred her on further. She marvelled at the soft flesh and attended the
breasts lovingly. They grew dark as her lips coaxed more blood towards the
surface of B’Elanna’s skin and Seven lavished her tongue over the tight
pebbles, swirling round them before teasing each one with her teeth.
She moved further down and caressed
B’Elanna’s tight abdomen, feeling the sinewy musculature underneath the soft
tissue. She rolled her tongue round B’Elanna’s navel, knowing how crazy it sent
her, giggling softly as she heard a frustrated growl emanate from the
engineer’s lips.
As she descended further, she
draped one hand over the side of the bed and located the strawberries. She took
a large ripe fruit, removed the stem and then pushed it slowly into B’Elanna’s
opening. Once embedded, Seven lowered her head and proceeded to suck at the
area, occasionally licking around the folds as B’Elanna’s juices overflowed at
the attention. Forcefully, Seven worked the fruit out and managed to get her
tongue around it, at first, pushing it back in before deftly ensnaring the
strawberry and freeing it from B’Elanna and savouring it’s tart flavour before
imbedding another strawberry and repeating the process.
B’Elanna was howling at the
attention. Seven’s tongue and the strawberries were driving her wild with
excitement. She could feel her juices coating her thighs only to be lapped up
by Seven before more fruit was pushed into her, only to be released by Seven’s
tongue, teeth and now her fingers as she probed deeper and deeper.
Seven decided that strawberries
truly were her favourite food, after B’Elanna. The more adept and confident she
got at extricating the fruit, the further in she would push the next one,
relishing every bucking movement B’Elanna made, knowing that she was beyond
control. Hearing her lover’s breathing becoming more and more stilted, Seven
finally took her over into release and lavished attention purely on B’Elanna’s
folds with her tongue, adding a finger to stimulate the klingon’s swollen nerve
bud.
B’Elanna yelled as she came,
bucking uncontrollably as Seven probed her again and again with her deft tongue
and fingers. She came again quickly a second time and marvelled at the skill of
her lover, even as her body ached for a third orgasm.
Seven obliged, knowing B’Elanna’s
reactions as well as she knew her own. She brought the dark-haired woman back
down gently, stroking her thighs and abdomen softly before sliding back up the
bed to nestle into B’Elanna’s waiting arms.
B’Elanna stroked one of Seven’s
arms lightly, still trying to get her breathing back into a more regular
pattern. Eventually she found her voice. "Now I really AM hungry."
The
End