by RebelGirl
Below is another VJB challenge story in response to the general outrage
after the episode Human Error was aired (In the US). I hadn´t seen the episode
before I wrote this, merely having a few spoiler snippets to give me an idea of
what went on. – I´m not sure I want to see the episode now either!
Rating: f/f femslash – if you don´t like it – don´t bother!
Archive: Unlikely but go ahead if you wanna – just let me know.
Feedback: Of course - I wouldn´t post it otherwise.
Disclaimer:- Yes we all know they belong to Paramount blah blah blah and
this is for enjoyment only ;o)
The story is T/7. Rating NC17.
Comments to [email protected]
Lt Torres strode into Astrometrics and placed her tool kit on the floor. She
opened it and selected the instrument she required, setting to work on an
access panel. The power variance Astrometrics was using had exceeded tolerances
and after having no luck contacting Seven to investigate, the Chief Engineer
decided to look into the problem herself.
Quickly, she manipulated her tricorder and frowned into it whilst it scanned
for results. A stifled sob made her jump and she turned her head instantly to
identify the source of the noise. To her amazement, she saw Seven of Nine sat
in the far corner of Astrometrics, her arms hugging her knees in tight, her tear-ravaged
face distorted by crying.
Alarmed and distraught by the sight, the half Klingon leapt up and ran over
to where the ex drone was bundled.
“Seven, what´s wrong?” she asked. Seven did not respond but continued to
cry, hugging herself in even more tightly if that were at all possible.
Torres tried again but could not provoke a response from Seven. She wondered
about contacting the Captain or the EMH but then opted to sit next to the
blonde woman and just rubbed her hand up and down Seven´s arm in an effort to
try and soothe her and maybe calm her down.
Eventually the tears subsided but Seven´s distress did not appear to have
eased. She grabbed onto Torres hand and leant into the Lieutenant. Torres
reacted by wrapping her other arm round Seven and hugging her, trying to
project reassurance and protection, though from what, Torres had no idea.
“I am sorry, Lieutenant”, Seven struggled to keep her voice under control as
her breathing was still coming in great gulps as a result to her crying.
“What are you sorry for, Seven?” Torres asked gently, still holding the
woman in her arms. “What´s upset you so badly and why couldn´t you tell anyone
about it?”
“I have made a discovery about myself, Lieutenant”, Seven began but closed
her eyes, not wanting to continue. B´Elanna waited patiently, once again
rubbing Seven´s arm reassuringly and after a while Seven spoke again.
“The borg technology that remains inside of me prevents me from feeling
extreme emotion. I can never love nor hate anyone. I am also unable to bear
children. It seems I am destined for a life alone.”
Torres sat back in shock. “Are you sure? No, don´t answer that. Of course
you´re sure.” She looked at Seven earnestly and waited till she had her full
attention before starting again.
“I think you´re going to have to do some more research, Seven.” Seven
quirked an eyebrow, confused.
“Well that was one of the most emotional displays I´ve ever been witness to.
You might not think you can experience strong emotions but I´ve just seen that
you can.”
“That was just a selfish outburst of pity, Lieutenant”, she stated, pulling
away from Torres´ embrace. “I would not consider that to be an emotion worthy
of having. Knowing that I cannot love is altogether different.”
With that, Seven stood and composed herself. “I would be grateful if you
could keep this incident to yourself Lieutenant. I do not wish the crew to
discover that their thoughts about me are actually fact.”
“What?” asked Torres, confused. She scrambled to get upright. “What do you
mean by that?”
“When I first came aboard this ship, the crew believed me to be emotionless
and sterile. Through my interactions, some have altered their opinions and
therefore their manner with me. I do not wish to return to the isolation I
first felt when leaving the Collective. I would rather that the illusion
remained.”
Seven did not wait for Torres to answer but strode straight for the door and
headed to the solace of cargo bay two and regeneration.
Torres stared at the doors, long after they had hissed shut, pondering on what
Seven had told her. There was something intrinsically wrong with what she had
said. Focussing on what Seven had told her about her borg circuitry, the
raven-haired woman headed for Engineering to conduct a few experiments of her
own.
Several hours later, Torres paused outside Cargo Bay Two. Despite seeing the
results from her experiments concurring with Seven´s results, she was still far
from defeated over this.
Resolved, she strode through the doors and approached the tall, blonde ex
borg.
“Lieutenant Torres”, acknowledged Seven neutrally. “Seven, I´ve viewed the
data and investigated this problem myself”, Torres began without preamble. “I
can see why you´ve come up with your conclusions but I think you´re wrong. You
are capable of feelings and I´d like to help you realise that.”
“There is no need, Lieutenant”, Seven responded, “I am resigned to the facts
now.”
“No,” contradicted Torres angrily. “You can´t just give in to this. Examine
your time on Voyager carefully. Really think about all that you have gone
through.”
Seven looked at Torres blandly. “I am unwilling to, Lieutenant”. She stated.
“Why, frightened that you might see that the precious Borg were wrong?”
goaded Torres, angry at Seven´s defeated acceptance to her situation.
“No, I am frightened that it will just confirm what I have already
extrapolated.” Seven whispered.
“Right, then. We´ll do this together. I think you´re going to need a friend
to get you through this.” Torres decided.
“You are not my friend, Lieutenant Torres.”
“I am now.” Torres retorted. “Right, where do you want to start?”
It began with the two women analysing countless log hours from the time when
Seven boarded. Every time Seven came across an entry where strong emotions
might have been used, they picked all the data through minutely, discussing
every nuance of what happened. Seven related to Torres her feelings when she
had flashbacks to The Raven, how she felt when she thought she´d been violated
by a trader and even recalled her own emotions mixed up with all her other
countenances when the vinculum had come so close to destroying her mind.
It took several weeks. At first, B´Elanna designated a specific time,
usually after her duty shift, to assist Seven. After a while, she dropped by to
chat to Seven at any time and they talked about other things; engineering or
astrometric projects, the interactions of other members of the crew and of her
own feelings regarding the end of her relationship with Tom Paris and the
strong emotions that she had endured.
For her part, Seven was enjoying Torres´ company even if the reason for her
presence was so painful. Some of her experiences she felt warranted emotion but
nothing so far had really been strong, passionate, wholehearted emotion. She
wasn´t sure she would ever find that but she had at least gained a true friend
in B´Elanna. She welcomed her company and missed her when she left. She
monitored her friend´s whereabouts and movements, worried if she was late for a
rendezvous and revelled in the woman´s own revelations concerning emotions.
Torres launched herself from the turbolift and hurried to cargo bay two. She
was almost an hour late for her session with Seven because of a fractured relay
link in Jeffries tube 12. As she entered the bay she saw Seven sitting in a
corner, crying. She had a sudden flashback to the time she saw her in
Astrometrics several weeks ago and sped to her side. “Seven, what´s wrong?”
Seven looked up, a miserable angry look on her face. “You are late. I
thought you were not coming.”
“Kahless! Why would you think that? I just got caught up in engineering..”
Any further explanation was halted as Seven reached out and grabbed B´Elanna.
She pulled her close and kissed her fiercely. B´Elanna, initially stunned by
the action, found her body reacting and her lips opened, allowing Seven to push
her tongue into her mouth and explore hungrily.
Torres broke off suddenly. “Whoa, whoa. Seven, what´s going on here?” she
asked breathlessly.
Seven, eyes full of emotion stared back at the engineer and hesitated
slightly before answering. “B´Elanna, I love you. I hate it when you aren´t
here, I count the seconds until you´re arrival and I relish every instant I am
in your company.”
B´Elanna sat back and stared at the beautiful woman, realising that she had
just heard her own feelings put into words. She grinned ferally. “Then let´s
put your theories about extreme emotion to the test then” and with that kissed
Seven hard, forcing her tongue into the warm hollow of her mouth and tasting
her ravenously.
Seven responded instantly and put her arms around B´Elanna, pulling the half
Klingon as close to her as possible, wanting to touch and feel every part of
the extraordinary engineer. Having secured a firm grip, she twisted and
manoeuvred B´Elanna onto the floor, lying on top of her and still kissing
deeply.
Torres snaked her arms up around her lover´s head and pulled at the pins
securing her hair. As the blonde tresses cascaded down, she ran both hands
through it, enjoying the soft touch and feathery tickling as it fell over her own
face.
Seven moved her hands gently and traced B´Elanna´s face and neck whilst
still nibbling and sucking at her lips and tongue. Reluctant to break contact,
even for a second, her lips followed the path of her hands as she caressed
Torres´, savouring her taste and scent. She buried her face into the hollow of
her neck and without thinking, bit down hard, drawing blood and an impassioned
yell from B´Elanna who arched into the pain. Using her tongue to take the sting
away from the bite, she licked the spot for some time, tasting the hot salty
blood she had liberated, feeling the smaller woman wriggle in ecstasy
underneath her. Seven moved her hands lower and encompassed B´Elanna´s breasts,
squeezing them and kneading them through the fabric of her uniform. Frustrated,
and wanting to feel her skin, she moved her hands to the zipper of the jacket
and opened it. When her hands reached the bottom of the jacket, they journeyed
back up again under the t-shirt of the engineer, feeling her hot skin react to
her cooler hands until she found her breasts again, still encased in B´Elanna´s
Starfleet issue bra. Deftly, she moved one hand behind B´Elanna and sprang the
clasp, releasing the beautiful globes and she returned her hands to massaging
them, teasing her dark nipples into painful erection. She pulled B´Eanna´s top
up, exposing her skin to her view for the first time and she gasped at the
woman´s beauty. Without volition, her lips moved to take in one of the buds and
she licked and circled the taut tip, smiling as she heard B´Elanna growling in
ecstasy. She could feel B´Elanna´s small, strong hands on her back and neck,
tracing her implants, sending surge after surge of desire through her. She
moved to the other nipple, letting her hand continue the massage of the one she
had left and concentrated on her new prize. She could feel the power she had
over B´Elanna as she carried on with this activity. It made her heady with
excitement and she wanted nothing more than to pleasure B´Elanna as wholly as
she could. B´Elanna released her grip on Seven for just long enough to rid
herself completely of her top and bra. Her pulse was pounding between her legs
and she wanted to return as much pleasure as she could but she could hardly
think as she reacted to Seven´s ministrations. She felt Seven leave her breasts
and continue kissing her abdomen and navel, obviously intent on kissing as much
of her body as possible and her one dim thought was to reciprocate the passion
she was feeling.
Seven continued down and slipped her fingers under the waistband of
B´Elanna´s trousers. She popped the button and B´Elanna raised her hips
slightly as Seven tugged the trousers and panties off together, sliding them
down her legs where she pulled off her boots as well. The whole lot came off as
one package and was tossed aside as Seven adorned B´Elanna´s legs with kisses,
working her way up slowly, alternating legs continuously. Unbidden, B´Elanna´s
legs parted and Seven could smell her arousal, a sweet musky aroma and she
looked up to see B´Elanna´s lips and thighs glistening with moisture. She
continued her kissing and as she got closer, began to taste B´Elanna´s
readiness on both inner thighs. She carefully licked each thigh clean before
finally running her lips across B´Elanna´s mound. B´Elanna groaned and bucked
at the touch and Seven grinned happily. She could feel her own arousal as her
nipples tried to burst their way through her bio-suit and her crotch was dark
as her wetness spread. She wiped her tongue across the outside of B´Elanna´s
sex again and then allowed it to probe deeper. She lapped the fluid seeping
from her lover and searched the folds with her tongue, seeking out the swollen
nerve bud. She took B´Elanna´s engorged clit into her teeth and rolled the tip
of her tongue on it. B´Elanna screamed and placed her hands firmly away from
Seven, not wanting to inflict any damage from the fingers she knew she´d use as
claws.
Seven adjusted her position slightly and placed one finger into B´Elanna´s
opening whilst still massaging her bud. She felt the vaginal muscles clamp down
on her but pushed another finger through and began rubbing gently into her,
building up rhythm slowly. B´Elanna was mewling at this and rocking her body in
time to the pressure. Seven took her fingers out completely to B´Elanna´s shock
but replaced them with two and then three fingers of her borg enhanced hand.
B´Elanna´s body bucked again, acting totally of its own will and Seven
continued the massage until, a short while later, B´Elanna erupted with a roar.
Seven hungrily lapped up the fluid gushing from B´Elanna and continued with the
onslaught, bringing her lover to orgasm again quickly and then extracted a
third orgasm out of her before B´Elanna laid a hand on her, indicating that she
could take no more.
Bringing her down gently, Seven finally moved away from between B´Elanna´s
legs and moved her body up to lay face to face.
“Oh Kahless, that was incredible”, gasped B´Elanna, smiling into Seven´s
eyes. Seven drew little circles on the darker woman´s skin, now slick with
sweat. “Kahless had nothing to do with it” she grinned.
B´Elanna face changed subtly and she drew her hands up to examine Seven´s
face. “So beautiful, my love”, she whispered, almost to herself but with
complete sincerity, bringing a prick of tears to Seven´s eyes and a blush to
her cheeks. B´Elanna sat up slightly. “You don´t believe me?” she asked
incredulously. Seven shook her head and blinked back the moisture from her
eyes. “No it´s not that, B´Elanna. It´s just that no-one´s ever said that to me
before.”
“Well they´ve missed their chance now”, decided B´Elanna. She settled on the
floor again, barely noticing its cold hardness as she began tracing patterns on
Seven´s body through her bio suit. She could see Seven´s aching desire from her
erect nipples and her klingon sense of smell had picked up her arousal easily.
Seven stayed where she was, frightened to break even this gentle contact when
B´Elanna moved toward her slightly and kissed her lips gently. “I think we have
some unfinished business, my love,” she murmured into her lips. Seven pulled
B´Elanna on top of her and relished her weight on her. B´Elanna raised herself
slightly and ran her fingers round the neck of Seven´s bio-suit. “Get this
off”, she growled as she grabbed a handful of Seven´s hair and crushed her lips
into Seven´s with a barely contained desire.
Seven returned the kiss with fervour whilst reaching back and unfastening
the clasp from the back of her neck.
Seeing an opening at last, B´Elanna growled more deeply and ripped the body suit
open, revealing the younger woman´s upper torso and freeing her ample bosom.
B´Elanna fell hungrily on Seven´s left breast whilst using a hand to massage
her right one ferociously. She sucked and nipped at Seven´s alabaster skin,
reddening it with her attention. Seven gasped at the sensation and allowed
herself to get completely drawn into B´Elanna´s love making.
B´Elanna busied herself on both breasts, in no hurry to go anywhere else
until she could see Seven´s skin tingling with excitement. She traced the
lateral borg implant lazily with her fingertips and then her tongue, glorying
in Seven´s reaction to her as she scratched the metal gently, making a mental
note at how warm it felt. This woman was the most perfect vision she had ever
seen and she wanted her totally.
She jammed her knee into Seven´s groin feeling her wetness through the bio
suit. Continuing to explore Seven´s body, she ground her knee into Seven´s
pubis; delighting in feeling Seven squirm with tension, wanting release. Gently
rubbing her knee up and down, B´Elanna returned to seven´s breasts, determined
to prolong the experience for as long as she could endure.
Sensing that Seven was close to the edge, she withdrew her knee, hearing a
disappointed moan escape from Seven´s lips. “Patience, my love” she whispered
reassuringly as she slowly moved down. Seven´s body suit was peeled away
totally and thrown next to B´Elanna´s discarded clothing. Emulating Seven´s
earlier actions, B´Elanna slowly worked her way up, kissing and touching each firm,
toned leg, running fingertips all over her legs, scratching lightly over her
highly sensitised skin. Seven moaned again and opened her legs wide, feeling an
overwhelming longing for B´Elanna to enter her. B´Elanna could see and smell
her and wanted nothing more than to bury her face into Seven´s mound, but she
controlled herself and continued the slow path up. She passed her fingers over
Seven´s mound, running her fingers through the damp curly hair and then over
her folds, before going further and caressing Seven´s crease before gently
running a fingertip round her puckered anus, slick with moisture that had run
from Seven´s vagina. Torres continued to move her fingers around the area until
they were saturated with Seven´s fluid. Gently, she teased the opening of her
anus again, easing a finger in gently. As she entered her from behind, B´Elanna
deftly slipped three fingers into the younger woman´s vagina, causing Seven to
almost overload with the sensation. Her body didn´t know where to buck first,
and she could feel the pressure within her build and build as B´Elanna
continued her ministrations, gently pumping both openings and working her way
deeper and deeper. Just when she thought her senses could not be further
assaulted, B´Elanna bent down and ran her tongue over Seven´s clitoris,
massaging it mercilessly. Seven could no longer keep coherent thought as her
body reacted in a very physical way to B´Elanna´s touch. Suddenly, she blew,
screaming B´Elanna´s name and brought her knee up in a convulsive reflex
action, catching the klingon hybrid in the side of her head and throwing her
some distance from her.
She lay panting, relishing her body´s sensations as she still tingled,
committing every second of it to her eidetic memory even as she struggled to
come to her senses. A small groan from B´Elanna made her sit up suddenly and
she saw the smaller woman wipe blood away from her mouth.
“Oh my God, B´Elanna. What have I done?” she asked, full of remorse after
remembering how she had lashed out after coming to orgasm.
B´Elanna grinned, allowing more blood to trickle from her split lip.
“That´s the second time you´ve drawn my blood, Seven” she stated happily.
“You´ll have to marry me now”.
Seven smiled back beatifically.
The End.