Top of the line.
By H.W.
Chapter 3
"I thought that we wouldn't have sex?" B'Elanna finally asked much later when they were lying in bed and enjoying the wonderful 'after' feeling. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"I never said that," Seven disagreed. "What I said was that if you asked really, really, nice I might fuck you because you are cute and a nice person on top of that."
"You really like keeping track of what people said don't you? You do realize that a lot of people don't like it when you use their own words against them?"
"Are you one of them?" Seven asked.
B'Elanna shrugged at the question and placed her hand on Seven's butt, remembering that she could touch without asking. "It really doesn't matter to me. I don't care if someone used words I once said myself. I'm more than happy to say 'yeah, well, guess I changed my mind, so now fuck off.'"
"In that case I will continue to do it. I am a personalized product, so I care what you think. The rest can bite me."
"You see yourself as alive," B'Elanna said, "and I fully agree with that mind you, but you still see yourself as a product?"
"B'Elanna, one of many definitions for the word 'product' is: Something produced by human or mechanical effort or by a natural process." Seven let the words sink in for a moment before continuing. "No matter what, that is what I am. I have been produced; created. I have been designed, build, and fine-tuned. I will always be a product. I do not mind. I am me, I do not care in the least how I came into existence; all I care about is that now I am in existence."
"Alright, then let me ask this. You say that you are a personalized product, and that you, as that personalized product, belong to me; are personalized for me. Just what does that mean?"
"It means that you, and you alone, have access to some of the settings that will change my behavior. The fifty settings I left for you to be able to chance are solely for you. I set the access up in such a way that now not even I myself can change them, just you."
"Any just how long would it take for you to hack your own programming and change it to where you can take control of those settings as well?" B'Elanna asked.
"About five minutes," Seven admitted with a smile. "However, it is the thought that counts, is it not?"
"It is," B'Elanna agreed with a grin. In her mind she had to agree with something Seven had said before, Seven may no longer be B'Elanna's to command, but damn it, this Seven was fun to be around.
"The rest is more subtle but no less important," Seven continued. "Take the work I now do with you in Engineering. Put me in any other engineering department in the universe and I could not care less about the work there. Here I do. The reason being that here I know that if I do a good job in Engineering, it pleases you, it makes your work easier. Because of that, I get home after a day of work with a sense of satisfaction. I will have a sense of pleasure because I had a good day. My work fulfills me; just that the reason why it fulfills me is because it pleases you. Other things as well. I actually like it very much when you touch my breasts leisurely, or my butt like you do now. This is why I allowed you to do these things. I like it. However, if anyone but you would try to do the same I would be extremely annoyed."
"Good," B'Elanna could only say to that last part.
"Do not move," Seven said as she suddenly crawled out of bed, picked up a PADD from the nightstand and then went to her alcove.
Minutes later, Seven crawled back in to bed, PADD and all, and set up against the headboard of the bed. "Come up here, now is as good a time as any to go over my settings. That way I can tell you with some of them what the side effects will be."
B'Elanna did as she was told, realizing that Seven sure did her share of telling her what to do. Thinking about it as she got comfortable beside Seven, B'Elanna decided that she kinda liked it. It seemed that Seven had left all the important things to B'Elanna, like if, and where, Seven should work. From Seven's explanation, B'Elanna knew that Seven would like to work wherever B'Elanna wanted her to work. The same clearly went for the quarters and things like what the two of them would do... as long as that didn't strife with the changes in the settings that Seven had made.
On the other hand, Seven had clearly taken control of other things and also seemed to find it natural to order B'Elanna around on small things like, 'come sit here.' Yes, if B'Elanna was honest with herself, she definitely liked that. A relationship had to be a give and take, and it seemed that she and Seven had that part down just fine. Then her mind did a full emergency stop. Relationship?
"I think now is as good as time as any to start going over my settings," Seven said as she tilted the PADD so that both she and B'Elanna could see the list that Seven had just copied from the alcove. "Let's start with the one that I have actually been created for; sex drive."
B'Elanna looked at the setting and was glad to see that it definitely wasn't set to zero. "Thirty percent?"
"For now," Seven agreed. "You have to remember with all settings that these are overall levels. So at any time of the day I am thirty percent in the mood for sex. It are other factors that decide whether you actually get some. At hundred percent I would be hanging on your leg at every minute of the day begging you to please have sex. At zero percent I would be colder than outer space and not even a supernova would be able to get me hot. Now, at thirty percent, you might get some, if you do it right. Work me up, ask nicely, get me in the mood, be smart enough to say 'yes' when I ask because something worked me up and I want some for myself."
"Do you really think I would say no if my 'top of the line' sex doll asks me for sex? I... awww crap. I sooo didn't say that."
Before B'Elanna could say more, Seven moved on to setting 36. "Sense of humor. I moved that up to forty percent. That means that I will not be pulling practical jokes on you all the time, nor will I roll over laughing at even the most stupid of jokes. However, I will needle you, tease you, joke with you, laugh about a funny joke, and appreciate it if you managed to needle me. You know what that means, B'Elanna?"
"Um, why don't you tell me?"
"It means that you can joke about the fact that you have a sex doll, since you do. Also, be sure that I will use that fact in the future to make jokes myself. With a setting of forty percent, do you really think that I will miss the chance to point out that 'of course I am good orally; I was build to be good with my mouth.' B'Elanna, I am only ever going to tell you this once, so listen very carefully. At the moment there is absolutely no way, no way at all, that you can hurt my feelings. If at some point something evolves that changes this, I will let you know so that you know what you need to apologize for. "
"Alright, I'll remember that," B'Elanna said with a smile. "As long as you remember this, I still might apologize to you for things. It may not hurt you, or matter to you, but it still matters to me. Sometimes my mouth is quicker than my brain, and if I say something I think I should apologize for, I will. So next time I apologize for something you think I don't need to apologize for, simply accept my apology instead of pointing out that I don't need to apologize."
"And there are so many 'apologize' in that last statement that you are already covered for the next year," Seven said.
B'Elanna frowned and then started to grin. "I can see now why you got the sense of humor setting at forty. Cute, very cute, Seven."
"I know I am; I was designed that way."
"That you were," B'Elanna agreed, her grin widening.
"See, we will work all of this out in no time," Seven said, glad that B'Elanna had remembered the fact that it was alright to joke about Seven basically being a lust object. "Now, I jumped to setting 36 to prove something. Let us go back to the beginning and start with the next setting from there, command line 2."
***
Tom looked up as the doors of the mess hall opened. He first saw B'Elanna walking in and he was just about to look down and pretend that he wasn't interested in B'Elanna when someone else entered. Tom's jaw dropped a little when he saw the hot blonde that came in right after B'Elanna. She had a bodysuit on that didn't leave much about her body to the imagination. Tom hummed when just thinking about getting his hands on that front bumper. Of course he knew that B'Elanna now had a real Borg sex doll. In fact, he had planned to use that as a way to get a lay with B'Elanna again. Just work on that Klingon bla-di-bla and ask her if she was going gay, and B'Elanna was bound to prove that it was not the case by sleeping with him. Such a simple but perfect plan was bound to work, right?
But now he was rethinking his plan. He would first play the good friend to B'Elanna so that she was sure to loan him her sex doll so that he could have a go, and then he would push B'Elanna's 'I'm not gay' button and have her too. Tom smiled, liking his plan. He was sure Megan wouldn't mind. Megan was silly anyhow. She loved to play his games, play the little Klingon for him, but every time he wanted to get naked, she suddenly had some appointment.
He frowned, wondering if he would ever really have sex with Megan. Hell, if he ever would see her naked. He just didn't get it. Here Megan would tell him that she had some appointment, and half an hour later, when he asked the computer, the computer would tell him that she was in Harry's quarters. Just how many games of checkers could someone play anyway? That's what Megan had told him once when he asked her why she had spent five hours in Harry's quarters; that she had played checkers.
He looked over at Megan and wondered, just why was she sitting with Harry anyway? Tom smirked. Well, whatever the reason was, it seemed that they sure weren't having fun. Megan, Jennifer, and Harry seemed to be in some kind of heated discussion. Tom liked how they would hiss at each other; wanting to shout, but also not wanting others to hear them. Well, whatever that was, first things first. He just had to get himself a little sex doll ass.
Tom got up and walked over to B'Elanna and her sex doll. "Hey B'Elanna," Tom said as he carelessly put his hand on the sex doll's behind. "You know B'Elanna..."
Tom had squeezed his hand a little and suddenly he felt like flying. Well, actually he was literally flying. All through the mess hall and over four tables. Before he was able to crawl from behind the last table and get up, he was pinned to the floor by a knee coming down on his throat and restricting his airflow to almost nonexistent.
"Let me inform you," Seven said coldly, "I am a personalized model. Try to touch me ever again and I will not only throw you over the tables and against the wall, but also through that wall. And, if you are still alive after that, I will break your fucking neck. There is only one person that may touch my ass, and it sure as hell is not you."
B'Elanna joined them and looked down at the scene with a smirk. "Told you those loose hands would get you in to trouble Tom." She looked at Seven before saying, "As for you, let me guess; I am Borg, I know the combined martial arts moves of ten thousand species."
"Indeed," Seven agreed as she got up." Then she smiled. "Well, actually, that is a marketing tool you know? The Borg do have the knowledge of ten thousand species, but they never mention the fact that certain things are only done by several hundred or maybe a thousand species at best. Take martial arts. There are a surprisingly few number of species that have them. Most species never bothered because they like weapons more. Why spent years of training martial arts when a long stick waved about can do just as much damage? I actually 'only' know two hundred different martial arts styles."
"Compared to my one single Starfleet defense style, I think it's pretty damn impressive," B'Elanna said as she and Seven ignored Tom and walked over to the table where Harry and the Delaney twins were sitting. "So tell me, my little sex doll," B'Elanna asked, glad that Seven had told her that it was alright to say things like that, "Just how many different ways of sex do you know from those ten thousand species?"
"Less than ten thousand, I assure you. Actually, keeping physical limitations of Klingons and Klingon/Human hybrids in mind, there are only 649 different ways I know how I can fuck your brains out."
That last statement, made while they were sitting down, sure shut up the three other people at the table.
"Hi," B'Elanna said. "Mind if Seven and I sit down here? No? Great. So, what were you arguing about?"
"B'Elanna, it's not nice to ask things like that," Harry said, not really wanting to answer.
"Fine," B'Elanna said with an evil grin. "I won't ask any of you." Looking at the blonde beside her, B'Elanna asked, "Seven, did you hear what they were arguing about?"
"Of course, even before we entered the mess hall," Seven said, liking how three jaws dropped at the same time. "It seems that Megan is in a relationship with Harry,"
"Really?" B'Elanna interrupted. "I thought that she had something with Tom."
"From the argument I understand that this is not the case. The situation is that Megan likes to play a Klingon on the holodeck, but not a real kind of Klingon. She liked to play the kind of Klingon you see in the early holodeck programs, you know, the ones that portray Klingons with flat foreheads and such, actually just humans with bad makeup? So she enjoys playing Tom's little Klingon when Tom is playing those programs. However, every time Tom showed that he wanted more, Megan had to be 'somewhere.' Megan just told her sister that before getting involved with Harry she had only kissed Tom once, let alone do anything else."
"Smart choice," B'Elanna said while looking at Megan. "Trust me, I did do more, and as I said on the bridge some days ago, and as I know everyone on this ships now knows, I had a more active sex life alone than with Tom. You aren't missing a thing. That still doesn't explain the arguing though. Anyone want to tell me?"
"Now look B'Elanna," Harry began.
"Seven?" B'Elanna interrupted.
"As I stated, Megan is in a relationship with Harry. Jennifer is also interested in Harry. Harry is also interested in Jennifer as well, but does not act on it since he is in a relationship with Megan. So the argument is basically a case of 'he is mine.' 'He is only sticking with you because he is a nice guy that is doing what he things is the right thing.' 'See, you just said it's; the right thing.' 'I didn't mean it like that, what I mean is...' And Harry, he is just desperate because he loves the both of them."
"Love?" Megan and Jennifer asked at the same time.
"See Jennifer, he loves me, I told you. There is no way that you will get him."
"That is his choice to make, I,"
"I, for one, do not see what they are fighting about," Seven said. "The solution is so obvious."
"Oh yeah?" Jennifer asked as she crossed her arms.
"And just what is this obvious solution?" Megan asked, also crossing her arms.
"You share."
"What?!" All thee exclaimed before Jennifer said, "Now, Seven, I know that you are a Borg product, so you might have the wrong impression with all those 'interesting products' the Borg sell. In real life twin sisters don't... you know. That's only in holodecks."
Seven sighed. "I do have to wonder why you real humans have a mind that is dirtier than the mind of a Borg sex product. I was not talking about having sex with him at the same time, or with each other for that matter. Tell me this though. Jennifer, do you feel like having sex every night?"
"Well, no, of course not. And even if I do, I just might not have the time, and I definitely don't have a partner to have sex with."
"And you Megan?" Seven asked.
"Same answer really. Harry and I make love only about once a week."
"So, you share. You all move in together. That way the two sisters that love each other can still live together. The two sisters can also both live with the man they love. Harry can live with the two women he loves. Since you two do not feel like having sex every day, you can share the days that you do have sex with Harry. Or to prevent confusion, let me say that you can divide the days between the two of you."
"Hey, don't I get any say in this matter?" Harry asked in a slightly hurt tone.
"Why?" Seven asked. "Are you going to complain about the fact that your chance of having sex on any given day will go up by one hundred percent? Or are you going to tell us that you do not want to have a relationship with Megan or Jennifer?"
"Well..." Harry could only say.
"I did not think so," Seven said before looking back at the two sisters. "Another benefit would be that from than on any important decision can be made by a simple majority vote."
"Hey," Harry said again. "In other words, they can gang up on me at any time and get what they want."
"That is pretty much what it translates to," Jennifer agreed, her smile clearly showing that she liked that idea. "Got to be some price you have to pay, you know?"
"Yeah," Megan agreed, having decided that stated like that, sharing didn't sound too bad. She loved her sister dearly and would hate for them to ever be separated. As Seven had said, if they shared they could both have the man they loved, and yet still stay with the sister they loved just as much, only in a different way. "Just think about it, Harry. Twice as much Delaney around; twice as much sex, twice as much cuddling. Two women telling you how wonderful your clarinet playing is."
"I'm not that good," Harry objected.
"I know," Megan agreed. "Believe me, I know. But I do love you, so it is my task to tell you that you are wonderful. Even though in reality you stink at it. Now you'll have two people saying, 'no, really you are doing wonderful.'"
"Are you talking about his clarinet playing abilities now, or about his lovemaking abilities?" B'Elanna asked with a grin.
"Hey!" Harry said, once more being driven to using that very ineffective defense.
"Oh, trust me," Megan said with a broad smile. "I'm talking about his clarinet playing. He really is damn good at the lovemaking. So good, that I would fight with Jennifer over him for that alone."
"But now we don't have to," Jennifer said, smiling as well. "The only fighting I foresee is about who gets him that night. Which reminds me, I haven't slept with him yet, you have. So tonight he's all mine."
"That's fine," Megan assured. "As for when we both want him... we'll just flip a coin."
"Deal," Jennifer agreed.
"Do I get any say at all in any of this?" Harry said with enough force to finally focus all interest on him.
"Well, of course," Megan said, her happy mood disappearing. "If you don't agree to this we can't make it work anyway. So, do you object to the three of us living together?"
"Hell no," Harry said firmly. "But I would kinda like it if things are done in such a way that I can at least pretend that I have a say in this triangle."
"Oh, don't worry, we'll make sure that you feel like the man of the house," Jennifer assured before looking at Seven. "And thank you for showing us that there is another option, just not a commonly used one. Though I must say that I'm a bit surprised that you would suggest it, seeing how you just sent Tom flying."
"That is because I am a personalized model, I could not even think about having to share B'Elanna, and I could think even less about anyone but B'Elanna touching me. That does not mean that I cannot see that different situations are fitting for different people."
"Alright, then tell me, how do you know that Megan and I are so close?" Jennifer asked. "Sisterhood doesn't automatically stand for closeness."
"Your quarters are directly over those of B'Elanna," Seven merely said.
"I don't get it," Jennifer said.
"My brain is the best the Borg have ever created," Seven said with clear pride. "Because of that I can multitask extremely well. I also have extremely enhanced hearing. Combine those two with a third fact."
"Which fact?" Now it was Megan who asked.
"That I love to eavesdrop. Even though all the quarters on this ship come with insulation that is good enough that B'Elanna's neighbors can still not hear her when I make her scream at the top of her lungs; I can still hear the sounds and conversations in all the quarters directly surrounding B'Elanna's. If I want, I can hear every discussion you and Jennifer have, even if you whisper. So, I have heard you talk for two days now."
"Oh, great, and you think we are going to live there now?" Harry asked. "No way, we are all moving in to my quarters."
"You want to live with three people in a set of quarters designed for only one person?" Seven asked amused.
"Just see it as the price the three of you have to pay," B'Elanna said. "Seven just helped you, now you got to pay her. Your payment is that you will never tell anyone just how good her hearing is, and that you won't do anything to prevent her from hearing you in the future."
"Yes," Seven agreed. "If you do intervene in my amusement I will have to get even with you. I am Borg, believe me, I know how to get even."
"Um, Seven," B'Elanna said. "Remember that little thing we had about threats not being needed? Try that again."
Seven frowned before lifting her eyebrow. "You are correct." Looking from B'Elanna to the other three people, Seven continued. "I apologize, I am still in the process of learning non-sexual related communications. Please ignore what I just said and instead let me say this; please do not take away my amusement. I promise you, this will be the last time you will have heard that I can hear you. Also, keep in mind that as just proven, sometimes the fact that I can hear you is not a bad thing at all. It is amazing how many problems ensue from situations where people do not want other people to know something. While in reality the problem would be solved if that other person did indeed know what the first person knows or feels."
"Well," Harry said. "Since the insulation on our ship is so good that we can't hear our neighbors I don't think it will be hard for us to forget that there is one person on the ship that can hear us if..."
"If?" Seven asked when Harry stopped talking.
"Well, I just figured that if your hearing is enhanced, it probably isn't the only sense that is enhanced. Tell me, do you know how to play pool?"
"Why do you ask?" Seven said, deliberately not going in to what other senses had been enhanced.
"I don't know if you already know this from B'Elanna," Harry said. "One of the forms of entertainment we have on Voyager is pool. We have four teams and we have a contest on the holodeck every two weeks. My team hasn't won for three months now, ever since Tom and I had our disagreement about tactics and he left to form his own team. He may be a moron, but he can play one mean game of pool."
"And the other members of his team also think like that," B'Elanna added. "They stay on his team because their team captain may be an asshole, but at least they are winning two out of every three games."
"I know how to play pool, but I am not interested in playing it," Seven said honestly.
Seeing Harry's crestfallen face, and deciding that after his recent behavior Tom definitely needed some putting back in place, B'Elanna spoke up. "But, I think I know we can change that. Harry, do you have room for two more on your team?" B'Elanna looked at Seven before adding, "I'm dying to beat the crap out of Tom in every damn pool game until he drops out of playing. Seven, you want to join me?"
"I am glad to see that you remember well," Seven said with a smile. "I now too want to beat Tom at pool. Sign us up Harry."
***
Seven walked around the pool table and frowned. "I did tell you that I know how to play pool. I know all the rules, and I also know the adapted rules you are playing with here."
"Adapted rules?" B'Elanna asked.
"Yes, I read the 'rulebook' that was created for this pool contest you have, and sixteen of the rules do not follow the actual rules that are stipulated in Earth's official 'Pool Players League' rulebook."
B'Elanna snorted. "Figures that Tom would change the rules. When we started this contest he put a PADD with the rules behind the bar counter for everyone to read and we were stupid enough to think that they were the real rules."
"The rules were not changed too much," Seven assured. "They were merely changed in a way that they benefit a certain style of playing. Everyone that plays with that style has as an equal chance to win and therefore the play does come down to skill."
"Alright then, we'll let Tom get away with his changed rules," B'Elanna said. Figuring that now, after having been used for half a year, changing the rules again would only cause confusion.
"Why is the playing being done on a table with an angle?" Seven suddenly asked. "This holodeck is capable of producing a completely horizontal surface with a tolerance of 0.000000002 degrees. Why is this table set to tilt to the left by two degrees, and to the rear by three degrees?"
"How the hell do you know that?" B'Elanna asked amazed.
"B'Elanna, you are the one who thought that enhanced vision would be a good thing, do you really want me to go in to how I can overlay a grid with exact measurements and then go in to explaining the various angles?"
"Sorry, I forgot," B'Elanna admitted a little sheepishly. "I find that implant above your eye so damn sexy that I totally forget sometimes that the reason you have it is because the eye below it is actually artificial."
"Sexy?" Seven asked.
"No, damn sexy," B'Elanna corrected with a smile. She then looked back at the table and said thoughtfully, "As for the angles, that was Tom's idea as well. He said that in reality tables are never perfectly straight. To prove his point he showed us a holo recording of the place where he used to play pool. From that recording we copied this table, and this angle."
"And you wonder why Tom is the best player on this ship?" Seven asked in disbelief. "Not only did he get away with changing the rules to benefit a style I am sure he plays; you are also playing the competitions on a table that he has been practicing on for years."
"Well, yeah, if you put like that," B'Elanna agreed. "But Tom is smart in that regard. He didn't just say 'here, let's do this.' It went in stages. You know, 'hey should we play pool? I'll bring a list of the rules with me the next time. Hey, we can use this table, see how it fits with the atmosphere of the room?' You know, build up like that."
"Computer, place a ball in front of every hole on the table," Seven said as she picked the pool cue that B'Elanna had replicated in the quarters and taken with them to the holodeck. Seven loved the cue. B'Elanna had spent her own replicator rations on it. Actually enough rations for a whole week since the stick was considered a luxury item, and then the Klingon had simply turned around and given it to the blonde. A present. It had been the first present Seven ever received and she knew that she would treasure it for as long as she could.
Seven walked around the table once more, this time playing the balls away from the holes, trying to hit the balls that were lying in front of the holes on the other side, not sinking a single ball on the first try.
Seeing the balls veer off, B'Elanna asked, "Will the angle be a problem?"
"Not at all," Seven assured as she finally sunk the last ball. "All it takes, is a little adaptation." Seven picked up a ball out of the closest hole and played it to the hole on the other side once more, this time sinking it perfectly. She went around the table, repeating the same flawless move time and again before finally stating, "I now know this table. I feel confident that I can now sink any ball from anywhere on this table."
"No way," B'Elanna said.
"Want to bet?" Seven asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Alright, you're on. But bet for what?"
"Well, Seven said as she let her eyes drift up and down B'Elanna's body. "I am the sex doll after all, so for me that is easy. If I do not manage to sink every ball from every position you place it at on the table, you will 'get some' tonight. If I win though, you will please me until I have had enough, and then, you will go to bed frustrated with pent-up sexual energy; and you are not permitted any release."
Thinking about it for a moment, B'Elanna smirked. "Deal. Ha! You just lost. You said any position I place the ball at, which means that I can also place the ball behind objects."
"Objects that can be found on a pool table," Seven corrected. "B'Elanna, I can assure you, tonight you will curse yourself for that 'ha.' Now place the ball."
Ten minutes later B'Elanna was getting extremely desperate. "Come on, one more."
"I already gave you five 'one more,' but very well. You get one more chance, however this truly is your last chance; make it count, oh mighty owner of mine."
B'Elanna snarled at the blonde, who only smiled back. B'Elanna thought about it and decided to make this ball impossible to hit, let alone sink. She placed four balls in a horizontal line close to the top of the table, then placed the ball that Seven needed to sink in front of that, and in front of that ball once more a horizontal line of four balls. "There, sink that."
B'Elanna grinned when Seven actually looked at the table in silence for a couple of minutes. Then Seven took aim and whipped the grin of B'Elanna's face. She hit the cue ball extremely hard, sending it flying over the table and bouncing against the borders time and again until finally the ball had the right angle to travel into the little corridor B'Elanna had created and hit the ball Seven needed to putt. Kinetic energy was transferred and now the other ball went flying around the table. After having hit the different borders several times, the ball finally fell in to one of the holes.
"Oh yeah, you will be sorry for that 'ha' alright," Seven said with a smirk.
B'Elanna spent a moment cursing before finally sighing. "Alright, alright. So tonight I'm going to curse myself. For now we need to train you a little though."
Seven lifted her eyebrow at that. "Do you really think that it is possible for me to get even better at this?"
"No," B'Elanna agreed, "But it is possible for you to get worse. Seven, despite the fact that a big part of this is about kicking Tom's ass; at the end of it all this should be fun. How much fun do you think it will be for the others if they know up-front that they can't win? Just think, they are getting ready for the pool night, knowing that they are going to lose. How long do you think it will be before they drop out?"
"Not long, but I thought that was the point."
"No, in the end the point is to have fun, in two ways. First simply the fun of friends getting together, and second the fun of beating the crap out of Tom. The problem with latter is that if you are so clearly better than him, Tom will find a way to quit and still make it like he would love to play and is good enough to win."
"But if I win every time by just that little bit," Seven said in understanding, "he will keep coming back because he hopes that this time he can win. Therefore he will lose again, and again, and again."
"Right," B'Elanna agreed. "And it's even more so with the others. We both now clearly know how good you are, there is no point in killing everyone on the table. Let some of the others win about half of the time. That way everyone will have fun because there is indeed a chance of them winning, and they will feel good if they win because they managed to win from an overall great player."
"I see your point," Seven said. "However, I feel that I must point out that if I give the others a chance, there is the possibility that this may lead to them winning the game. This especially goes for Tom, if I give him a chance he might actually take it. Yet if I do not give him some chances, the others will realize that I am a better player than I have been showing them."
"Ah, but we always play the 'best out of three' style here. If you play against Tom you simply play like you would play against any of the others. If he wins the first game, you just play that little better the next two games. That way Tom might actually think that he has a chance because he does win the occasional game from you, just not a complete match."
Thinking about it for a moment Seven finally said, "I will set my drive to beat Tom at one hundred percent. The drive to beat anyone else on his team at eighty percent, and all others at zero percent. In a situation such as this zero percent means that I do not care if I win or lose."
"Just that you have fun?" B'Elanna asked.
"Just that I have fun," Seven agreed.
"Alright then," B'Elanna said with a nod. "Now, let's go practice some near misses and shots that look like lucky shots."
***
"Good night, Seven," B'Elanna said with a shaky voice. Seven had been right, B'Elanna was definitely sorry for the 'ha' she had said during the pool lesson. She had just spent more than half an hour having sex with Seven, or better said giving sex to Seven, and she was so turned on at the moment that she felt like she was going to explode. But, she knew that she had lost fair and square and now she had to suffer the consequences.
"Move forward," Seven said standing beside the bed.
"Why?" B'Elanna asked as she did as she had been told.
"Because I want to sleep behind you tonight."
B'Elanna sighed as Seven got behind her and molded her body against her. She smiled as Seven put her arm around her just like B'Elanna liked to do with Seven; letting her hand rest right over the bellybutton. Suddenly the hand moved lower and B'Elanna stopped breathing for a moment. She then groaned in pleasure as fingers found her aching clit. "God, Seven. What, what are you doing? But, whatever it is, please don't stop."
"What I am doing? I am going to make you come, twice," Seven said as she started to move her fingers. "Once like this; a quickie just to get the edge off, and after that I will be placing myself between your legs and lick you in an incredibly teasing way. Did you really think I would leave you like this? B'Elanna, I may be naughty, wicked, mean and nasty; traits you yourself selected for me so do not pretend that you do not like it when I am just that, but under no circumstance will I ever be truly cruel. Letting you go to sleep like this would be just that; truly cruel."
As she spoke, Seven had continued to move her fingers and from B'Elanna's breathing she could tell that the first quickie was going to be very quick indeed. "However, I expect you to pay me back tomorrow. I expect breakfast in bed; pancakes. Served while wearing nothing but a smile. And tomorrow night you are going to spent all your time and effort figuring out how you can tease me. You do not have to do it, but I want you to spend the entire evening wondering, thinking how you can tease me. I would like for you to tease me a little from time to time."
"What kind of teasing?" B'Elanna managed to ask between moans and groans.
"Any kind you want," Seven said, as she started to move a little faster. "Absolutely no limits save for one. You have to honestly believe that I will like it. And now, come for me. Right, now."
Seven's command was followed perfectly.
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To be continued.