> Day five, morning.
"I believe someone is planning genocide," Seven said amused as she saw B'Elanna glance once more at the tree that had the bee's nest in it.
B'Elanna looked at her confused for a moment and then grinned. "I'm sorely tempted. You know; Klingon, revenge, it goes together. But in this case, since they are behaving themselves today I'll just let them be. After all, there was a big benefit to them messing with me."
"Which is?" Seven asked as she moved one of the legs of the sonic drill to a better position.
B'Elanna walked up behind Seven and took her in an embrace. She held her for a moment before placing a kiss at the base of her neck. "That I can do that. Even here on this planet with us having nothing to do but talk to each other. How long do you think it would have been? How long do you think we would have been running around each other and not act on what we both want?"
"Too long," Seven agreed. She turned and kissed her Mate. "Way too long. And the risk would also have been that we might have reached a state of equilibrium. Where we both would have thought that, clearly, since the other had not acted by that point, that the attraction must be one sided and therefore we would not have acted on it even if we are here for the rest of our lives."
B'Elanna nodded. "Yeah, so I'm glad it went this way. And we even got a funny story out of it to boot. Bees on a string. Bees, got to love 'em."
Seven looked down into the dark brown, almost black, eyes of the ten centimeters shorter woman and said with utmost sincerity, "it is not them I love; I love you. You do realize that, do you not? That I am hopelessly in love with you."
For a long moment, B'Elanna's mind was a total blank. There were no words forming, not even a body's action like a caress or kiss. And when she finally managed to think again, she started to worry that Seven would take her silence wrong. But that small, so damn adorable, smile told her that she didn't have to worry about that. Instead she opted for simply saying, "Wow."
"I managed to silence the woman that always has something to say. I am impressed," Seven teased.
B'Elanna put her arms around the blonde and put her head against Seven's chest. "That didn't just travel straight to my heart; it also moved to my stomach and filled me with a ball of happy. I could live on that. Forget about food, you saying stuff like that is enough to keep me alive."
Now it was Seven that was silent. But after a moment, tiers started to roll down her face.
B'Elanna was smart enough not to ask what was wrong. Instead, she smiled and treated her Mate to the most passionate kiss they had yet shared. Both of them putting all the feelings into it that even their heartfelt words couldn’t express.
~~~
> Day five, late morning.
"I just wish that we could beam the freaking stuff out," B'Elanna moaned as the sonic drill was steadily digging a hole by pulverizing rock and dirt alike and then beaming the debris to a pile about ten meters away. She was bored stiff, and even the occasional exchange of kisses with Seven didn't change that.
"There is a reason why dilithium is used to regulate the antimatter flow in warp engines," Seven reminded. "Beams pass through it at a very precise rate. Which is wonderful for engine designers, but the fact remains that they still pass through them." As she was saying this, she realized exactly who she was saying it to and added somewhat lamely, "As you of course know."
B'Elanna grinned before kissing Seven again. "Sev, it's okay to say stuff I already know. It's a conversation, now it would be my turn to say 'I know, but'. Just don't do it in engineering when we don't have the time to discuss stuff."
Seven nodded. "So that is the mistake I made?"
"One of them," B'Elanna agreed. "You never discussed; you stated. And if I didn't agree, you tried to ignore me and do it yourself. After two or three times of that I definitely had enough and started to just order you to do stuff, mostly just order you to go away. But in a conversation, a real conversation, it's fine. Sometimes it's even needed to state stuff that is already known. You know, kinda of a recap of a point so that the person knows what you are going to talk about next and which facts of the matter you already know."
"Like me stating that calculations are incorrect and then proceeding to correct them?" Seven wondered.
"Noooo," B'Elanna replied in a drawn out way. "Like in you saying, 'B'Elanna, you asked me to calculate the... the probability of us being rescued in the next three days. I did so and noticed that your own calculations were incorrect and I adjusted them to also factor in the time needed for Voyager to get here.' More like that, Sev. That would be you stating what I told you to do, even though I damn well know I told you, but then it's more of a prelude to the next part, the information you are going to give me. There it's actually better to give some old info first because by then my mind is on track with that subject and I can think 'hot' about it instead of just suddenly getting info and having to reply, hu, wha?"
"I see," Seven said before teasing, "You do a very acceptable impersonation of me, you even managed to not shorten words while you were pretending to be me talking. You even said 'incorrect' instead of 'wrong'. I am impressed."
Figuring that any excuse was good enough to get a few extra kisses in, B'Elanna winked, "Impressed enough to give me a little reward?" As she asked this she put her hands on Seven's behind and pulled her close. Seeing that the blonde went with the movement, B'Elanna increased it to squeezing the behind in rhythm with the kisses they exchanged.
"Yes," Seven said as she lowered her hands. B'Elanna had expected to feel them on her own behind, and in a way, Seven did. B'Elanna had just not been expecting it to be as she was being picked up and carried.
Before B'Elanna could ask a question, she felt the pressure of a tree against her back. "Oh, Kahless," She moaned as she realized that she was about to be thoroughly ravaged. She was more than happy to go along. She enjoyed the kisses, it was so hot to get kisses like that while pinned against a tree by someone you wanted to do a lot more with than just kiss.
She moaned when as the hungry kisses continued, two hands started to squeeze and mold her breasts. A second, even longer and deeper moan followed when one of those hands moved under her shirt. She still wore the Starfleet issue sports bra as her shirt during the day and the tight fitting fabric pressed the hand against her skin as it moved up. B'Elanna had no defense, as that hand reached her breast and cupped it possessively, skin against skin, her world crashed down to nothing but what those hands and that mouth were doing to her. A nipple was squeezed and the pleasure shot straight to her groin.
She was so focused on the pleasure that one hand was giving her, that she had almost forgotten its twin. That changed though when she felt it being moved down into her pants. Her eyes shot open and she managed to say 'Sev,' right before her sex was boldly cupped.
"No," Seven whispered. "You will still get what you want, I promise you. The first time we make love will be unplanned, but preferably close to bed, and will not be driven by our sexual needs but by our emotional ones. That is how we will make love for the first time."
Blue eyes looked deeply into brown ones as Seven continued. "But you have to understand, just like you never did that before and want to experience it with me, there is one thing I never did and I want to experience it with you."
"What?" B'Elanna asked. She was totally at Seven's mercy at that point, and they both knew it.
Seven kissed her, hungrily, demandingly. "I never pushed someone up against a wall, well, tree now, and just took her. But I sure imagined doing it... with you. You will get your wish, the first time we will make love will be wonderful." Seven gave her a smile, a smile B'Elanna could best only describe at wicket. "But B'Elanna Torres, you are a person that needs more. Sometimes you need a good basic fuck that is for the body and not for the soul. And I want to do that right now. I am going to fuck you, not make love to you, but fuck you. I am going to take you like this, just like you stand now until you come. And after that I will tell you to turn around, bend over and hold onto the tree, and I will fuck you again and again until your knees can't hold you up anymore."
Despite the words, B'Elanna noticed that Seven had not yet crossed the line of no return. Her sex was being cupped, but she had not been entered and her clit was just covered by a palm. She knew that she could end this right now by insisting that their first time would not be like that, and Seven would even accept it. She knew she could.
And because she knew she could stop it, she said, "Fuck me baby. Make my body scream for you. My mind will catch up the first time we will make love. But for now, fuck me, give me the best fuck I ever had."
She groaned in approval when she felt Seven move her hand and slip two fingers inside. She liked the edge Seven walked. Boldly and demandingly entering her with two fingers at once, like a good fuck demanded, but doing it slowly and carefully enough to make it a good and wonderful feeling instead of something best just forgotten.
She gasped when she felt the fingers go deeper and realized that there was a structure to them she had never felt before on fingers. She looked down, even though she could obviously not see the fingers, but it was enough to make her cloudy mind realize that it was Seven's left hand that was in her pants; her Borg enhanced hand. "Oh Kahless."
"Do you want me to stop?" Seven asked, and now the so self-assured tone from mere moments before was replaced with a more insecure one.
B'Elanna looked up at the worried face of her now finally lover. "Fuck no; makes it all the better. Come on, I'm still standing. Where is that knee bucking fuck you promised me?"
Seeing that wonderful smile alone was worth her first time with Seven being a fuck instead of a loving.
~~~
> Day five, noon.
"You are a woman of your word," B'Elanna said amused. Her knees truly had buckled. Well, having a big full body engulfing orgasm, four times in a row, could do that to a woman.
They were now sitting against the tree that Seven had selected some time ago. Or more to the point, Seven was sitting against it, and B'Elanna as sitting against her.
"I gather from that statement that you liked the experience?" Seven asked as she tightened the embrace she had on her lover.
B'Elanna chucked. "Don't go acting all smug now, bitch. You know I freaking liked it; me screaming your damn name in to the forest so loud that all animas ran away should be a good hint."
"It was not that loud," Seven said amused, and with just the right amount of smugness. "I liked that though. I like it when you say my name when you come, though we do have to work a bit on regulating the volume."
"Time," B'Elanna assured. "I'm not the quietest in bed, but I sure am also not a screamer... normally. It must have been the situation. I'm sure next time I'll manage to bring it down to just saying your name."
"I look forward to that," Seven assured in total sincerity. "So you are not quiet in bed?"
"Not the quietest," B'Elanna corrected. "I don't lay there like a corps. I like to make sounds that tell my partner... that tell you that you are doing it right. Learn my sounds, Sev. They will tell you if I want more of this, not really in the mood for that, liked such, but really want the other thing now. So no, I'm not quiet, but normally I'm also not that loud. Voyager doesn't count because we have soundproofing around the rooms, but I have been on more than one away mission where I had sex, and my team mates in the room right beside mine, in a normal building, didn't hear anything. I guess you can say that I'm vocal, but on room level." She turned in the arms to look at Seven. "What about you?"
Seven thought about that for a moment before saying, "Moans mostly. I do believe that I would fall in the quiet category. However, just like you, I also do not just lie there. I hum my approval, moan it, even encourage with whispers to stay 'right there'." She smiled before assuring, "You will love it."
"I also loved what we just did," B'Elanna assured. "So just for future references, you are more than welcome to fuck me whenever you feel like it."
Seven winked at her. "Whenever I want might be a bit too exposed for you. I have thought of fucking you more than once in Engineering. Why do you think I knew how to incorporate the tree? In my thoughts you were holding on to the warp core."
"Ohh, you can wink?"
Seven did it again. "I can, it is not that hard. I just never did so before. I do realize that 'winking' is a form of communication. Until now I never felt like communicating like that with anyone; not even Kathryn."
"Ooh, another piece of you that is all mine then," B'Elanna stated happily. "By the way, I think we really do have to revisit one of the discussions we had a few days ago. You telling me that you don't fantasize. You clearly do. Imagining me up against the warp core like that is a fantasy. At best yours are not filled with the hot details most fantasies have."
"Possibly," Seven allowed. "My thoughts do have the important details, but not the smaller ones that would, I believe, make you hot by thinking them. For instance, when I imagined you in engineering you were facing the warp core and bent over slightly, hands against the glass."
"Like with the tree," B'Elanna said in understanding.
"Yes," Seven agreed. "However the difference is in the fact that here I used my fingers,"
"Yes, shame on you for only making them vibrate the last time," B'Elanna interrupted playfully.
"I was building up the experience," Seven defended. "As you saw, I can do it. However, it is not like there is an on button I have to push. I have to coherent regulate the speed. It does require concentration, so it is not something I can do while stimulated myself, or even when turned on so extremely that I cannot think straight anymore. Which also explains why I was able to do it the last time but not before. Even though I was still pleasuring you, by that time I had my hormones back under control."
"What, you saying that fucking me got boring," B'Elanna asked, but her tone of voice made it very clear that he had been joking.
"Not at all," Seven still assured. "However, do not mistake my boldness for confidence and indifference. Even though I was bold and decisive, telling you what to do, to shut up and just take it, there was still the not so small fact that it was still the first time I actually touched you, the first time I was inside you, the first time I felt you around my fingers. That, I assure you, is a very distracting experience. But by the last time I knew the feeling enough to be able to concentrate on other things. I do not think that I will ever tire of feeling you, but I did know the feeling by then. And that is the point I was trying to make."
"Alright, let's get this over with right now," B'Elanna said. "While I found the explanation interesting, it was also not needed. We are lovers now, you are my Mate and it's not needed anymore to lay an entire defense system when you say something. If I don't understand it, or worse, understand it wrong, I'll ask you just what the hell you mean with that. At that time you can start doing the explaining."
Seven smiled. "Are you telling me you will not explode anymore at the slightest suggestion from me?"
"That depends on the suggestion," B'Elanna said with a smile. "You just told me to come for you, and I sure exploded at that point." Then she added a bit more seriously, "Naw, we are cool Sev, You 'are' my partner now, not just someone I work with. As such you will be automatically allotted a bigger dose of my patience. Knowing the stubbornness and temperament of us both, I'm sure we will have fights. But babe, it won't be the fights we used to have. We will fight, and ten minutes later we are in each other's arms. Because remember what I said before; I'm not easy to live with. The sex alone simply won't be worth it. But you know what will? Us sitting on a couch cuddling for an hour or two, and not to forget and to come back to the point, us arguing and me thinking 'Kahless how I love that woman' while you are at that very moment ripping an idea of mine to shreds."
Seven kissed her. "And there is another benefit to us still having disagreements. If we have fights, we can have makeup sex."
"Well, yes, there is that too," B'Elanna happily agreed before adding hesitantly, "And talking about sex, you, um, sure you don't need some attention? Or some private time if you don't want me to replay the favor."
"I will live," Seven assured with a smile. Then she explained, "No. As much fun as what we just did was, as much as I loved to live out that... fantasy, I really do like your idea as well. So let the first time we make love just happen. And the last thing I actually want is for the first time you make love to me, to be a repayment for me fucking you."
B'Elanna cringed. "Well, if you say it like that it does sound bad."
"Which is why I said it like that," Seven noted amused. "I knew it would get the point across. Do not worry, the next time we fuck, I will let you repay me for my services by pleasing me exactly how I want to be pleased at that point."
"Ooh, I like that idea," B'Elanna agreed. "And the same for me if I was the one that fucked you. Then I'll also get to tell you how to rewards me." She playfully tapped a finger against Seven's nose. "And that will include those vibrating fingers of yours."
Seven merely smiled her agreement.
"Sometimes," B'Elanna then added. "When the situation is right for it."
She hesitated for a second as a thought occurred to her and then added, "And it's good to know about how you have to concentrate to make your fingers vibrate, by the way." She very deliberately made her tone of voice such that it made clear that she had been putting a detail of her lover to memory, and not some detail in the limit of getting pleasure. B'Elanna had a feeling that making such small differences would be very important with Seven in the long run. "I love it when you do it, but it's good to know that me concentrating a bit more on you is all it takes for you not being able to make them vibrate anymore."
"Why would you not want me to be able to do that?" Seven wondered confused.
B'Elanna kissed her. "Because it will tell me that you are feeling damn good. It's my new task in life to make you feel good, baby."
Seven returned the kiss. "It is ironic. Most partners would be glad that I can use that... skill to please them. You on the other hand are glad that I have that skill, and set yourself the goal of me never being able to use it."
"Well, I didn't say 'never'," B'Elanna reminded before shrugging. "As great as those fingers are, I can get vibrations from a toy as well. Hell, I can hold the toy myself while you use those hands to do other fun stuff. So yeah, those vibrating fingers are fun, and we will use that little trick more often, but no, to me it is not that important as it may sound. Hope you don't mind that."
"With that explanation, I do not," Seven assured. "However, now that you do bring up the subject; here I used my fingers. But in my thoughts, or to prevent an argument and make very clear what kind of thoughts they were, let us call that fantasies too. So in my fantasies, I was holding onto your hips while I was taking you with a toy. You know, one of those models that attaches to the body by nano suction and enables the wearer to actually feel the sensations of being inside?"
"I know them," B'Elanna assured, "Kathryn used to have one that we used on a regular basis. She had bought that one some years ago because it was also functional for self-pleasure."
"She still has it," Seven informed, "Unless it is a new one that she got after the two of you ended the relationship. We too used it regularly." She frowned. "It is interesting that there are so many women that like the company of other women, and then use a toy that mimics a man in their lovemaking."
B'Elanna laughed. "It's not that at all, babe."
"Then what is it?" Seven wondered, surprised that the laughing at her statement didn't even cause the slightest of irritations.
"A combination of so many factors," B'Elanna said. "But the biggest one is the difference between biological and mental evolution I would say. Whether you like women or men, fact remains that the female body is made to interact with the other sex. Evolution didn't make the female body to be filled by fingers, but to be filled by a dick that reached deep inside so that sperm is closer to eggs. Even in this day that is a fact, just that we Humanoids have discovered that it's also possible to have fun in other ways. That a tongue can feel better than being filled. We evolved mentally."
Her lips twitched into a smile. "We discovered that copulation isn't only needed for reproduction, but that it's also great for feeling good. And once we knew that, well, there was no stopping us, we discovered that other positions can feel a lot better than just being mounted from behind. We discovered just how great it can feel to see your lover's eyes when she comes. And we discovered that the partner doesn't have to be from the opposite sex for lovemaking to still feel good."
"And toys come into this, how?" Seven wondered.
"Because the female body didn't change that much," B'Elanna said. "Even though we mentally realized that it can be a lot more fun for a woman to be with another woman, fact remains that the body is made by nature to prefer something of a certain size and shape. While I love to play with breasts and lick pussy, still doesn't mean that I suddenly stopped liking the feeling of something long and hard inside me."
"There are reported cases of certain women not liking that," Seven pointed out. "I researched copulation when the subject first came up, and I found out that certain women do not like to be entered at all, and this is not an ignorable percentage."
B'Elanna nodded her head. "I'm not disagreeing with you there, but I still stand by my statement because it doesn't matter for this specific discussion. Women that don't like to be entered wouldn't have liked it no matter what. Problematic if you like men, but a lot more easier if you like women. But the fact still stands. Toys are great because my body is made to like that form, to like the feeling, to love to feel something deeper than fingers can ever reach."
Seven nodded. "And with modern technology, if one woman is being entered, why shouldn’t her partner enjoy the entering, even though she is a woman?"
"Right," B'Elanna agreed. She hugged Seven again. "I don't know about you and Kathryn, but when she and I were using that thing, sure I loved to feel it inside me. But sometimes it actually felt better to wear it. It feels so damn good, and yet so different from what you can feel as a woman that is being taken."
"I agree," Seven said. "And I believe it is a good thing that we both like both options. Or else we would have to have serious arguments about who is the one to use it on who that time."
"Oh, yes," B'Elanna agreed with a laugh.
"But," Seven said hesitantly.
"Yes?" B'Elanna wondered, surprised and intrigued to see the hesitation, in comparison of how they had been talking.
"I am claiming the use of it as the wearer the next time I fuck you. Well, after we actually replicated one."
B'Elanna kissed her. "There is nothing to claim there, babe. If I'm getting fucked, I want to feel that I'm getting fucked. So how about we just say that the person doing the fucking wears it, and the person that is being fucked just bloody well takes the pounding."
A pale eyebrow lifted in surprise.
B'Elanna grinned. "Come on Sev, we are now officially lovers, even though I haven't touched you like that yet. Lovers can talk about being pounded because it's assumed that you know the other person and know what is meant. If we are in that situation, if I'm holding on to a tree and you are taking me from behind with that toy, I want you to do it like you did today. Nice and slow we can do in bed when we make love. But if we fuck, I want you to freaking pound my pussy."
"Which is in reality me taking you as I did today, just with a toy," Seven said in understanding. "You are correct, it does sound, colorful. And at a moment like that, colorful is good."
Their talking was interrupted by a beeping that came from the sonic drill's control panel.
"Oooh, we struck gold," B'Elanna said amused. "Well, dilithium anyway. I totally forgot that thing was still on. Not that I would have cared much one way or the other."
"That means that we have to lower the extraction drone into the hole now," Seven pointed out. "No beaming."
"I know," B'Elanna sighed as she got up. "I tell you, it's no fun to be responsible. I would much rather sit here and cuddle."
"The faster we finish this, the faster we can beam back to the shuttle and cuddle in a nice and very comfortable bed," Seven pointed out.
"Right," B'Elanna agreed, only to then start looking around her. "Um, where is the damn locator beacon? Last thing I want to do is walk back and carry the damn stuff."
"Where they are designed to be," Seven noted dryly. "In the little compartment in the top of the drill so that people cannot take the drill and forget the locator beacons that need to be placed on the mined dilithium."
"Smartass," B'Elanna said as she took one of the three beacons out. It looked a lot like a communicator, just that it had no talking part and therefore had room for an extra powerful transmitter. "Alright, it's working, now for the extractor drone."
"Maybe we should have checked the devices before leaving the shuttle," Seven noted.
B'Elanna shrugged. "Eh, we weren’t expecting to go and just find the stuff. I'm just glad that you actually knew the serial number of the box and could use that to tell the computer to beam the box with the drill in it out here."
"See, I am good for something," Seven teased.
B'Elanna chuckled. "Too easy Sev, too easy. I'm so not going there."
~~~
> Day five, late afternoon.
The downside of having thirty-hour days was that even if you had done a good day's work, there was still time left. Seven's guess had been correct, of course. The dilithium they had managed to gather was just enough to consider the mission a success even if the shuttle had to be left behind... if they were rescued of course. But that was also pretty much it. There was hardly enough for use, and definitely not enough to also do some 'on a hunch' tests with it or use some as a payment for goods on some planet far away.
Still, they had what they came for, and on top of that they had also fount each other to boot. All in all a pretty successful mission, B'Elanna decided.
It was still light out, and with fifteen hours of darkness yet to come, there would be more than enough time to snuggle up in bed. So they had decided to spend the last few hours until dark with doing some stuff around the shuttle. Seven was going to experiment with using the bow she had put together, and B'Elanna was going to test the crossbow. But in reality it came down to B'Elanna just watching what Seven was doing.
"You are staring," Seven noted as she lifted the bow as if to shoot, just to get the feel for it.
"Yep, I am," B'Elanna happily agreed. "That's because you look so damn sexy in those clothes."
"They reveal less of my body than a bio-suit does," Seven pointed out, "Especially these... baggy shorts... as you called them. How can that be sexy?"
"Because the bio-suits don't hide much of your forms. All they do is cover your skin," B'Elanna pointed out. "But I, well, everyone really, can see the curve of your hips, how flat your stomach is. But the clothing you have on now hides some of that, with showing just enough to show that there is something under there that a person wants to see more of. And because they can't, but want to, it makes it sexy. It's in the nature of most humanoids babe; want what you can't have, and want to see what you can't see."
"I see," Seven said thoughtfully. "A lot like Starfleet uniforms then. They cling to the body and also reveal a lot of it, yet they are loos fitting enough to hide most."
"Yeah," B'Elanna agreed. "But there I do honestly think that it is a side effect of de briefing the designers had. Loos fitting to be comfortable, yet snug to the body so that it can't hook on stuff while you work."
Seven mock aimed the bow once more. She had Borg enhanced hand/eye coordination, and on top of that implants that prevented any shaking of hands and that could use muscle power down to the tenth of percentages. So the both of then just knew that Seven learning to use the bow would really just come down to her shooting it a few times to learn angle and force combinations.
Seven put an arrow on the string and pulled it back. For a start she had picked an easy target; a simple square foam block that had just fitted inside the replicator and stood now twenty meters away. She adjusted the angle of the bow one final time and let go of the string... making the arrow jump off and fall to the ground, while Seven herself dropped the bow and held her arm against her body; the reaction Humans had used against pain for longer than the spoken word existed.
B'Elanna jumped up and carefully pried Seven's arm away from her body. There was a nasty red scrape down the inside of the arm where the string had scraped it, but otherwise the arm was fine. Seeing that there was no real damage, B'Elanna laughed. She stopped mere seconds later when she saw the storm clouds crossing Seven's face, but she knew the damage had been done.
She closed her eyes, wondering how much that little laugh was going to hurt their building relationship. But as she was wondering that, another part of her decided, hell no. She squared her shoulders and looked Seven straight in the eyes as she stated, "I first checked if you were alright, then I laughed. That, is allowed. Cos, babe, that was funny as hell. I so expected you to nail that thing."
Seven looked once more at the red bruise on the inside of her right arm. Then she looked back up, the storm clouds gone again, and agreed, "You did indeed first make sure I was not hurt. This means that my reaction to your laughing should be me saying; and you think you can do it better?"
B'Elanna grinned, realizing that a new rule had been written in their ever-growing book of relationship rules. Laughing at something funny was alright, as long as nobody was hurt. B'Elanna was sure that she would have a lot more problems with it when Seven was laughing at her. But, hey, worst came to worst she could let Seven kiss it and make it all better.
She nodded to the bow on the ground. "With that? No." Then she nodded to her crossbow. "But with that, yes." She grinned and she lifted Seven's arm and placed a kiss on the red spot. "Sorry babe."
"You apologize for laughing?" Seven asked confused.
B'Elanna shook her head. "No, for suggesting you try that Starfleet issued sports bra this afternoon. If you had your bio-suit on, you would not have felt it like that. How is that thing treating you by the way?"
Seven twisted and even jumped up and down a few times. "It feels different, but not unpleasant. My fear that it would not stop my breasts from moving as much as the bio-suit does was unfounded." She looked at her chest before adding, "Though my breasts look smaller now."
"Because the bio-suits were made exactly for your body," B'Elanna explained. "there were cups made in it that your boobs fitted right into, like a key fits into a lock, or more to the case here, a... a,"
"A delicate and very expensive vase fits into foam packaging designed exactly to cradle its form?" Seven suggested.
"Well, I would have gone for a different description, but yeah it gets the point across," B'Elanna agreed. " Anyway, the thing is, these sports bras work more by pulling your boobs closer to your body, so to speak. Very deliberately I might add."
"To keep them out of the way," Seven guessed. "I noticed that. I do not think that I would be able to shoot the bow with a bio-suit on. If I were to try that, the string would hit something a lot more sensitive than my wrist."
B'Elanna cringed. "Ouch." Then she picked up the crossbow and loaded it. She aimed at the block of foam and pulled the trigger. While it was far from being a good shot, she at least managed to shoot, and even hit the target, even if it was only just clipping a corner before scattering off into the grass.
"Oh," Seven said in a surprisingly deflated tone.
B'Elanna heard it, and instead of asking what was wrong, she made an educated guess. "You can't compare the two, babe." She lifted her crossbow a little to indicate it. This is Earth's middle age's version of a phaser, while the bow is more the equivalent of a Breen assassin's rifle. People had to train for years to get good at the bow, but once they did they could pick off targets at a long range. While with the crossbow they needed only fifteen minutes of training. As I said, just like with the phaser. 'here, this is how you fire it, here this is how you reload the energy cell. Now go kill people'. My crossbow is the best deign the Federation could think up. Not just one planet; all of them. And all of them also looking for which materials are the best. But normally a bow was vastly superior in every aspect to a crossbow."
She shrugged. "But, if you are a king and can say to a thousand people, 'go fight or I kill you myself' then a bad crossbow is good enough. Because a thousand untrained people firing crossbows will still do more damage than ten people with bow that trained for twenty years. "But battles in history have shown, when crossbow is facing the normal bow and the numbers are not overwhelmingly in the favor of the crossbow, the normal bow wins all the time."
"So you suggest I learn the crossbow instead?" Seven asked.
B'Elanna shook her head. "Far from it. I think that bow suits you just fine. I'm sure that you will master it in days. You are good, you have skills that help you train, and you are not above learning from mistakes. All I'm saying is that you should practice more. And, um, maybe replicate an arm protector. I on the other hand am a crossbow kind of girl. Oh yeah, this baby suits me just fine. Brutal, bloody, and unstoppable. So Klingon."
Seven smiled and flipped the bow over and took it in her left hand.
"Um, babe, you got it upside down," B'Elanna teased. "See that little lookie through thingy? It's supposed to be above the grip."
"No, really?" Seven said in fake shock. "And I thought that was only to clip it too its carrying halter."
"Ooh, does it even come with that?" B'Elanna asked as she watched Seven take a few draws of the string with the upside-down bow.
"It does," Seven assured. "I merely did not replicate it because I did not see the use since I do not intend to carry the bow with me for hours." She pulled the string back half way and let it go. It once more scraped down the inside of her arm, but this time, she merely smiled in satisfaction. "It seems that the answer to the problem is for me to merely replicate a left handed bow. Then the string will hit the metal bands on my arm and I do not feel it. As for the carrying halter, I assume that it exists so that people can carry it for a longer time during events. This is after all the design that won Earth's Olympic Games for the last five years before Voyager was stranded in the Delta Quadrant. The halter is designed so that one can carry it on their back, pull it down to shoot and then reposition it on the back, all without removing it from the halter. This is probably done so that no time is lost during the events. The bow will be secure on my back, yet I will be able to use it within five seconds, once trained of course."
You think you can shoot a bow left handed?" B'Elanna wondered. I know that I can't without even trying. I'm dominantly right handed."
"Borg, implants, regulate," Seven said before adding, "What was your question again?"
"Bitch," B'Elanna shot back with a grin. "But I have to admit that was a lot more fun than hearing 'I am Borg'."
"But I am," Seven pointed out.
"You are, and it is a great, 'I'm so superior to you, so there,' line," B'Elanna explained. "I heard it once too often to be honest."
"I see, so I should only use that when I want to tease you." Seven winked. "After all, if I understand this correctly, you do not like to hear it, but if I tease you with it, you will still like hearing it even though you do not like it in other situations, simply because you know from the fact that I am saying it that I am teasing you and therefore it is alright for me to say it."
B'Elanna needed a moment to work that line out, she even mumbled a few parts of it to see if she understood it. Then she finally said, "Right. And one more line like that and I will have to go lie down with a headache."
"Tempting," Seven said.
"Tempting?" B'Elanna repeated confused.
"As in giving you a headache deliberately is tempting," Seven explained. "Because then you would go lie down and I could join you and make you forget all about having a headache."
B'Elanna grinned and crooked a finger at the blonde. "Come here you. Gimme some sugar."
Seven sure didn't need any convincing and they spend a few very enjoyable minutes kissing and necking as hands roamed. Seven felt a breast being cupped and reminded in a whisper that B'Elanna could only describe as seductive, "I am not wearing a bio-suit now."
B'Elanna got the hint and lowered her hand to the hem of Seven's sports bra. Then she moved back up, under it, and cupped the breast once more. This time it was skin against skin and the difference was mind-blowing, just like she had known it would be. B'Elanna captured the nipple and felt it harden between her fingers. After a few moments of that, she moved her second hand under the sports bra and then used both hands to push it up and over Seven's breasts. She looked at how the breasts moved as they spilled free and knew with utmost certainty that she was going to take Seven, right there.
"You did not want the first time you make love to me to be like this," Seven reminded, not realizing that her words would only compound B'Elanna's change of heart.
B'Elanna heard the words, admired how Seven reminded her of what she had planned, and yet at the same time, how she had chosen her words in such a way that it made very clear that she sure was not going to ask B'Elanna to stop.
"I changed my mind," B'Elanna said as she started to place kisses on Seven's neck and throat, both of them already knowing where she was going. "It should actually be exactly like this. I already know I love you, and that you love me. So, knowing that, I should take you for the first time just like this, to show me just how much better it feels if you do this with someone you love before doing it, and not someone that you start loving after. And then, the first time we make wonderful slow and sensual love, it will be all the better because those first time nerves won't be an issue. I won't have to be nervous from seeing you, touching you for the first time, and can concentrate all the more on making love to you."
She captured a nipple and sucked it hard before adding, "So that I can do that and love the way it feels instead of having to worry that I die from a heart attack from finally being able to do it."
Seven laughed and pulled her lover's head even closer. "Interesting point of view. I definitely do not mind at all." Then she pulled B'Elanna up for a kiss before asking, "However, the first time I took you, I made an idea come to life,"
"Fantasy," B'Elanna corrected.
"Fantasy," Seven said willingly. "So, what do you want, besides me? What is the fantasy of me that makes you the hottest when thinking it? What do you want me to make real?"
B'Elanna cupped Seven's breasts and played with them a bit, wanting to be touching Seven to make sure that they didn't do too much talking and cooled off. "Some of my best fantasies I never want to see real. That's why they are fantasies. I so wanted to fuck that cold bitch and have her just take it. But for real, I never want to see or hear her as we make love, or even just fuck."
"You will not," Seven promised. She figured that since B'Elanna was touching her, she could do some touching as well. Deciding that the space between them would get a bit too crowded if she was to start fondling B'Elanna's breasts too, she decided to opt for putting her hands on B'Elanna's behind and pull her against her and then gently squeeze the globes a bit to show appreciation.
"So, one fantasy I would really love to see come alive," B'Elanna said as an idea started to form, "would be the one where we have a disagreement in engineering and I bet that I'm right. You take the bet and I lose."
Seven lifted an eyebrow. "In engineering, you actually wanting me to be correct? I would most definitely call that a fantasy."
B'Elanna chuckled. "Yeah, well, that's just the prelude, the setup for what's coming next. Since I'm a woman of my word, just like you babe, I admit that you won and ask you what you want as reward."
"And here comes the hot part," Seven guessed as she placed one of her legs between B'Elanna's and pressed against her sex.
"Oh yeah," B'Elanna approved and agreed at the same time. "Because as a reward for being right you want me to kneel and,"
"And I think I can guess what comes after that," Seven concluded. She stepped away from B'Elanna and moved to the door of the shuttle. For a moment, B'Elanna thought that Seven would go inside, but once at the door, Seven took off her sports bra and tossed it inside. Then she turned and beckoned B'Elanna closer.
Once B'Elanna was standing in front of her, Seven explained, "I just promised you that you will never see the cold Borg bitch in our love life. I even promise that you will never see her in our relationship, or at best only see her if directed at others." She caressed B'Elanna's face. "But that doesn't mean that an order or two on the right occasion is wrong between lovers, does it?"
"No," B'Elanna agreed. "That can actually be fun."
Seven nodded before ordering in a voice that left little resistance, "Kneel."
B'Elanna felt her knees respond even before her mind did.
Seven put a hand on her head. "Good girl. And now I want you to take my clothes off and then eat me. I want you to make it feel so wonderful that I actually do scream, or until my legs cannot hold me up anymore; whichever comes first."
B'Elanna replied by starting to unbutton Seven's pants. She felt her cheek being caressed and looked up.
"I did not hear an audible reply from you," Seven noted. "Was my ordering too much?"
B'Elanna shook her head. "No, perfect. And just the right tone too. It made my body comply before my mind could even think of it. It's perfect Sev, for when the situation is right for it." Then she grinned. "Though I'm not so sure about being called a good girl. I am not a good girl."
Now Seven laughed. "You do realize that you just condemned yourself, do you not? You call me Sev, but I like your name too much to shorten yours. So I have to find an endearment I can use in different situations."
B'Elanna groaned. "I'm going to be called a good girl a lot, won't I?"
"Yes," Seven assured, but I will not work extra hard to fit the term into situations where it does not really fit. If I call you a good girl, it will be part of the conversation. And now be a good girl and please me."
B'Elanna shook her head. "Nope, fantasy time remember? I am supposed to not want to do this and all that."
"We definitely have to talk more about fantasies," Seven noted. "Fantasizing about having to do something that you do not want to do, but actually do want to do only to pretend not to want to do it? That even confuses me."
B'Elanna merely chuckled.
Seven waited for a few moments to deliberately put a space between the talking they had just done and what was coming next. With the commanding tome clearly back in her voice she said, "I told you to take my pants off, now do it. Unless you are the kind of woman that goes back on her word."
B'Elanna's eyes shot up when she heard the last words. It was amazing how Seven had changed the setting, tweaked it a bit more, just from that little bit of extra information she had gotten from their talk. Kahless, that woman was perfect for her. How did she not see that back on the ship?
It didn't take B'Elanna long to take the pants and panties off, and for Seven to step out of them. For a moment she just sat and looked. She had seen Seven naked at least twice each day now. The blonde had the habit of taking a shower in the morning and one before going to bed, and taking both opportunities to change clothes. And since that first day where they agreed they would not try to hide their bodies, they had not. B'Elanna had taken the opportunities to steal glances, to actually see as much of Seven's body as she could.
But obviously she had not been able to see Seven's sex, the only thing she really knew there was that Seven had no pubic hair at all. She looked at Seven's Venus mount and saw absolutely no trace of even a stubble. "You don't have hair growth at all down here?"
"B'Elanna Torres, it will be very hard to do a clear commanding personality if you keep asking me questions like that," Seven informed. But starting to know the nuances from Seven's voice better now, B'Elanna understood that Seven didn't mind the talking, and was merely once again reminding B'Elanna that she was breaking her own fantasy.
B'Elanna smiled and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the smooth skin just above Seven's sex. "Naw baby, the fact alone that I'm actually kneeling in front of you makes sure that I feel my fantasy is being fulfilled. So why don't you have hair? I know that it's common these days for women to have the hair growth suppressed on the pussy itself, but most prefer to leave the hair above it. I had that done. I had almost all the hair permanently removed, but I left a nice space above where hair can still grow. And with my thick Klingon hair it's great. I can have it grow to have curls down there, or trim it so I have a little mat, or even shave it a bit to have a nice form like the triangle I maintain these days."
Seven frowned. She knew that if she would be sitting with her mouth that close to B'Elanna's sex, she would not be interested in talking much. Then she narrowed her eyes as a potential reason struck her. "Are you teasing me?"
B'Elanna looked up and smiled sheepishly. "A bit, you mind?"
"I do not mind being teased," Seven assured. "I was merely not expecting it, or for you to have the restraint at this moment."
B'Elanna leaned in and started to pace kisses all over Seven's abdomen. "I'm surprising myself to be honest. Maybe it's because I know you want this as bad as I do. I can smell you." She very softly moved her index finger along Seven's still closed inner lips and looked at the wetness she had collected for a moment before putting the finger in her mouth and sucking it. "Ooh, tasty."
Seven's eyes closed on their own accord as she enjoyed the strange sensation of being only barely touched. B'Elanna kept running her fingertips over her sex as if gently caressing a delicate flower. 'Fitting comparison' Seven's mind noted as her thought registered. She felt her inner lips part at one of the touches, and yet the fingers didn't touch her there more than that. She enjoyed the feeling of being teased for a while longer, but decided then that it was about time to take back control.
She put her hand on B'Elanna's head and pushed her back a little. Then she showed her arm to the Klingon. "Look, I do not have the small hairs all over my body as a human does either. The Borg stopped my hair growth to improve the fitting of the body armor. The Doctor had to stimulate the growth of the hair on my head, and he did not see fit to stimulate it anywhere else." She suddenly grabbed a hand full of B'Elanna's hair, making sure to not actually pull it, and used it to force the Klingon to look up. "And now you stalled enough. Honor your debt and eat me."
B'Elanna's heart skipped a beat at the words and the tone. Kahless this was better than any fantasy, and then Seven even improved on it by 'forcing' B'Elanna's head to where Seven wanted it.
~~~
> Day five, late afternoon.
The setting sun found them lying in the hammock. It was actually a bit too small for two people, but for now it was holding them and it was a good excuse to lie half on top of each other. Not that they really needed an excuse for that.
"It turns out that we are both women of our word," Seven said amused. "You did make my knees buckle."
B'Elanna kissed her. "Thank you for living out one of my fantasies, and thank you even more for knowing that I was so turned on from doing you that I needed to come too and even managing to work it into the situation."
"I was inspired," Seven said with a smile. "And there is of course the fact that I wanted to see it. So ordering you to masturbate for me was a very easy thing to think up."
B'Elanna chuckled. "Kahless we are weird. You so fucked me, I fucked you,"
"No," Seven disagreed. "In order to stay inside your fantasy, you did not fuck me; I ordered you to fuck me."
"Of course," B'Elanna agreed. "So you fucked me yesterday, then you ordered me to eat you today... how about that correction?"
"Acceptable." Seven allowed with a smile.
Then you even watched me masturbate," B'Elanna continued.
"Which will not be the last time I did so," Seven interrupted again. "I enjoyed that very much. I may ask you to do so again."
"And you can," B'Elanna assured. "Kahless that made me so damn hot, to have you watch. It, it makes touching myself sex and not just getting off. It's great. But the point is, we did all that, and yet we still haven't made love. We still are waiting for that moment where that just happens. We are so weird."
"Weird can be good," Seven pointed out. "I for one like the fact that we simply go with where events lead us and do not try to hold on a clear path in the delusional conviction that it will make our relationship."
"Like I did by saying that I wanted us to make love first, to just have it happen," B'Elanna pointed out.
"Yes," Seven agreed, only to then add, "and no. The difference is in the fact that, yes, there was a plan, but no, we did not hold on to it regardless of current events. You made a plan, and we adapted to the point that the original plan is only the fact that we both still feel that the first time we make love, the kind of love that is for the soul and not for the body, should be an event that is not planned and merely happens when we both feel like it is the right moment."
"But there is a risk," B'Elanna pointed out. "A risk of us getting used to the other stuff and that the love for the soul never happens."
Seven snuggled a little closer still. "If it does not, it does not. So be it. That will merely indicate that we like the other things too much and therefore we do not need the soul filling lovemaking. After all, does it not already sooth my soul to know that you love me? Does it not already make me feel warm inside... and yes I know it is a cliché to say that, but I still say it because you do truly make me feel warm inside... to know that you love me so much? What is wrong with our lovemaking being more for the body?"
"I guess you got a point," B'Elanna agreed. "So we will see what happens. But bottom line is, no more planning. We just do what we like."
Seven merely nodded her agreement.
~~~
> Day five, late afternoon.
Dusk was finally setting in and found them once more shooting at targets. B'Elanna was by now hitting the target with each shot, but even she knew that the sole reason for that was the fact that the target was so close. Once Seven had reached a point where she could use the bow, the target would be set further away and then B'Elanna could see if she actually had some skill at using the crossbow.
Seven was still using her upside-down bow for now. As she had pointed out to B'Elanna; she would have more than enough time to replicate and assemble a left-handed bow once it was fully dark. But despite the fact that her hold wasn't the best because of the misshaped grip, she was improving. By now the arrows were actually being shot, even though hitting the target was something or a random affair. She looked at B'Elanna when she saw her securing the crossbow. "Enough for tonight?"
"For me, yes," B'Elanna said. "I'll train some more when we can move the target away some. Maybe we can make a target that is higher than just a box on the ground. But you go right on training a bit longer if you want to. I got something else to do."
"Which is?" Seven asked as she pulled one of the arrows out of the ground and notched it.
B'Elanna sat down on the box they had been using as seat from the first day and said with an impish grin, "Watch you of course. You are so damn sexy, and you don't mind if I just sit here as an idiot and look at you; trust me, I'll be entertained."
Seven gave her a tolerant smile before letting go of the string. The arrow nipped the corner of the block of foam, but Seven was quite happy with it. "Do you want me to take my bra off? Improve the visuals?"
B'Elanna smirked at the offer. "Naw, I'll have you do that later in the shuttle. Here, I don't know, it's actually more sexy that way. The top you have on now, it kinda goes with the bow. Sporty, and sexy."
Seven shot another arrow, and this time, by sheer chance it actually hit the center of the target. B'Elanna clapped. "Yeeey, bonus points for you babe."
"Really, and what do I get for them?" Seven asked as she turned to her lover. As she did so, her eyes caught something on top of the shuttle and she looked at it. "We have a spectator."
B'Elanna looked up too, "Ah, it's Tika."
"Tika?" Seven asked as she looked from the cat on top of the shuttle to the Klingon.
B'Elanna shrugged. "Come on, babe, we've seen that cat at least twice each day ever since the first day. I'm not going to suggest that we try taming it or anything, but don't you think it's about time we gave it a name?"
"Her," Seven pointed out. "And I can see your point, but Tika?"
"From Tika cat," B'Elanna explained.
"I guessed that," Seven assured. "However, Tika cat, known for not being brave, to put it mildly, and normally given to Klingon children in pairs so that children know from an early age how life reproduces. After all, Tika cats my not be brave, but they do mate at least three times every day, even if they are not in season. And you compare that to this animal?"
"Not really," B'Elanna assured. "It just came to mind, and a name is a name. It's not like it will react to the name, we just need a name so that we can refer to it instead of calling it 'the cat' or 'the main predator in this area'."
"Very well," Seven agreed, "However, if a name is just a name, may I suggest a different one? Because Tika does not suit her, and is not really a smooth name to say in conversations."
"Smooth?" B'Elanna repeated. "You mean as in not easy to say?"
"As in not really fitting the rest of sentences," Seven clarified. "For instance, 'I saw Tika earlier today'. I would then even be more inclined to use synonyms instead of that name. 'I saw our guest earlier today' even sounds better than 'I saw Tika Today'."
"I guess you got a point," B'Elanna said with a strange mix of sensations. On one hand she was kinda disappointed that her idea for a name had been shot down. But on the other hand she was really glad to see that Seven was still Seven and did not hesitate to voice her objections. Last thing she wanted was for the blonde to stop speaking her mind only because they were lovers now and Seven was humoring her. Being humored was fine, but it should be in certain situations where you knew it was happening and you could appreciate it, and not in each conversation. It could become really frustrating really fast then. "What would you suggest instead, since you did agree that we need to name it, her?"
Seven thought for a moment as she kept looking at the animal, making sure to not look it in the eyes. She did not want to start a staring contest which could hint at a fight for dominance. "As you just said, we see her a few times every day. By now it is clear that both parties, her and us, accept the presence of the other. But most times when we see her, we do not see her arrive."
"True," B'Elanna agreed. "Most of the times she is just there, like now. If she really wanted to kill us, we would have been dead long ago, and probably already digested. In fact, remember when we were in the hammock? I don't know if you saw her then, but she was there too, walking past us less than a meter away."
"I did not see that," Seven admitted. "Nor hear it, and I have enhanced hearing."
B'Elanna shrugged. "Well, I was kinda looking in that direction and you were looking in the other direction, because we both were looking at something we like seeing. Your blue eyes are a lot more interesting to me now than looking at some trees. As for you not hearing her, well, I'm not surprised, there is sound all around us, a good predator learns how to make as little sound as possible, and the sound that is made to sound normal. Because if not, they are a starved to death predator."
"A valid point," Seven agreed. "I believe it is safe to say that we tolerate her presence, and in return she tolerates ours. And neither side tries to do more."
"Right, so?" B'Elanna said, knowing that they were actually still on the subject of a name for the animal, and that Seven was merely pointing out things that should be considered in choosing that name.
"We try not to tame her because we know that it would be an impossible task," Seven continued. "Just like it would be an impossible task to try and tame a shadow. We never hear her arrive, just like you do not hear a shadow arrive. She is just there,"
"Just like a shadow," B'Elanna finished. "That's your idea for a name? Shadow?"
"You do not like it?" Seven wondered, mostly because how B'Elanna had formulated the last sentence. "You sound like you cannot believe I would even suggest such a name."
B'Elanna chuckled. "No babe, I just cannot believe I didn't think of that myself. The cat is black for crying out loud. Forget the other stuff. Black, and I didn't think of Shadow? Alright, Shadow it is."
With that decision made, Seven ignored the cat... Shadow... since she was by now sure that she could safely turn her back to the animal, and continued to shoot a few more arrows until she decided that it was getting too dark. "I believe it is time for us to move back into the shuttle." She started to move towards the target but was stopped by a hand on her arm.
"Leave it," B'Elanna suggested. "It's not like someone will come and steal it. And before you point it out, it's non-toxic. Animals could eat the entire thing and not get sick."
"Very well," Seven agreed. Though it was in her nature to clean up, she could see the logic in not storing away an item that they were only going to take out again the next day.
~~~
> Day five, evening.
Once they entered the shuttle they looked at each other for a few moments. "I am confused," Seven finally voiced the issue they both were having. "I no longer want to spend the evenings as we did until now." She stepped closer and put her arms around B'Elanna. "I can touch you now, and I want to." She kissed her very willing companion. "I can kiss you now, and I want to." She sighed. "And yet, I now feel that spending the evenings as we have been would feel a lot nicer. It was generally calm and relaxing. I am certain it would be more so now. So I want something I do not want."
B'Elanna nodded. "Yeah. You know that horny Klingon thing? Part of me wants to have sex again, knowing that you would like it too. And part of me wants to do the other stuff. Wants to talk to you about your opinion on the story you have been reading, wants to do the mundane stuff and not think of what we could be doing instead. Wants to watch you assemble a new bow and hear you comment on how it lies in your hand."
"However," Seven pointed out after another kiss, "You have been doing that before as well. If you thought of me as you masturbated, surely you cannot tell me that some other situations during the day made you not think as well. Surely you thought of touching me when you saw me nude before."
"Well, yeah," B'Elanna admitted. "But,"
"So nothing really changed," Seven pointed out. "Nothing other than the fact that from now on, if you see me nude and want to touch me, you can." She gently caressed B'Elanna's face. And I definitely enjoy the fact that I can touch you." She give the Klingon a gentle smile before deciding that one of them would have to start setting up the normal interaction behavior for in the shuttle. She took B'Elanna's hands and pulled her little further into the shuttle. "Come."
Seven led them in the direction of the cockpit, but then her explanation made clear that this was not their destination. "We normally both take a shower after we decided that we will not go outside anymore for the evening. That is normal procedure."
"It is," B'Elanna agreed.
"We will uphold normal procedure in that regard," Seven explained. "However, I have contemplated more than once in the last few days to share the shower with you. Simply tell you that I am Borg, it would be wasteful to have two individual showers, and it would be more efficient to share a shower. I am certain that I could make it sound very convincing."
"I see," B'Elanna said as she saw Seven open the shower door. "But you aren’t going to explain the logic of it to me?"
"No." Seven stepped closer and put her hands on B'Elanna's behind. She squeezed a little, really loving the Klingon's firm butt muscles. "Because now I can simply tell you that I want to share a shower with you. Would you need more explanation than that?"
B'Elanna shook her head. "You are right; it's all the explanation I need." By now they were in the shower and B'Elanna chuckled. "You just forgot one thing, while two people can be in here at the same time, it's kinda cramped in here to get undressed."
"I did not forget," Seven assured. "I merely figured that it would be more fun to undress each other here."
B'Elanna only chuckled as she placed her hands on Seven's hips. "I love you baby. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. It just took me getting stranded here to figure that out."
"Whatever works, works," Seven stated amused. Then she lifted B'Elanna's chin, making sure that they were looking into each other's eyes before whispering softly, "I love you."
There was no further explanation, no 'more than life' or 'more than anyone ever loved someone'. No. merely a simple 'I love you'. And because of that, those words easily found B'Elanna's soul and told it that it was home.
Seven heard the soft whisper, heard the words B'Elanna had said without even knowing it. "Yes you are. You are home, with me. I never gave my heart to someone; I could not. It was like something was always forbidding me to make that step. Now I know what it was. The key never fitted. Others could at best touch my soul, Naomi did, she showed me the meaning of friendship. Kathryn did, she showed me the beauty of making love, and why it is better than having sex. They touched my soul, but they could not open it. You opened it. You opened it and walked in, you found the very core of my soul and merged with it." Seven put a hand over her heart. "You are in here, forever."
"Forever," B'Elanna repeated, and then realized what that word meant, truly meant to Seven. She looked up at those invitingly open blue eyes and said the only thing she could. "Forever." And she knew that right there, standing in a Federation shuttle's damn shower stall they had committed to something more binding than even the Klingon Oath. She took Seven's hand in her own and put both against her own chest, where her strong heart was beating overtime and said something she said before, but this time with a whole new meaning. "This beats for you." In a soft whisper, she added. "Now, and for all eternity."
"Forever," Seven merely repeated, getting all the needed emotional promises across with that single word.
~~~
> Day five, evening.
They stood like that for an uncounted time, just looking at each other, knowing with utmost certainty that they would spend the rest of their lives together, and preferably even more than that. But eventually the emotional magic started to lessen. Lessen, but not disappear. In fact, it was just right for...
Seven kissed her partner once more and slowly started to let her hands roam.
B'Elanna knew right there that this was it, this was what she had been waiting for, had wanted to experience. They were going to make love. Not planned, not a set stage, and also not being pushed up against a wall and screwed. Well, at the moment there was a wall involved, but it was not the same. Not in her wildest dreams, literally, had she ever imagined that this magical event would happen in a shower stall. With both of them still sweaty from the heat outside the shuttle. It was in fact, she decided, perfect.
She felt Seven move her hands up, take the sports bra with them, her view was momentarily obscured as the garment was removed. But right away their eyes found each other again. Hands moved to her breasts and squeezed softly, her nipples were captured and rolled between skilled fingers. She felt the clear difference between the fingers of Seven's left and right hand. Felt the soft skin of the right hand, felt the hard metal of the left hand. Felt unyielding metal treat her hyper sensitive nipple to wonderful feelings that shot bolds of raw lust straight to B'Elanna's center.
"There are some perfectly fine beds only a few steps away," Seven whispered in her ear.
B'Elanna knew why, understood that Seven was deliberately breaking the magic just enough for B'Elanna to be able to think clearly, think of all what she had wanted. B'Elanna shook her head. "I don't care. I'm done planning us, we do what we do. We will have to plan life, I don't also want to plan us."
Seven nodded, understanding what B'Elanna meant. You had to make plans just to survive, had to plan to be sure that you had food, had shelter. But the interaction between them would simply just be. Such vagueness played havoc with Seven's need for order. But then again, that was a good thing. She could still be orderly with the rest, the parts that B'Elanna had just referred to; that what needed planning. But B'Elanna would never be able to be planned; at best merely anticipated. Seven decided that she liked it, it would keep things interesting at least.
B'Elanna removed Seven's bra in much the same way that the blonde had done with her. Then she reached up to Seven's hair. "Show me how to let them down?"
"I can do it," Seven offered as she already reached up.
B'Elanna shook her head. "No, show me, if you keep them up during the day, then I might as well get the pleasure out of it of being the one that lets them down."
"You definitely are part Klingon," Seven noted as she took B'Elanna's hands to the back of her head. "Why do things the easy way if there is a hard way?"
"It is more fun," B'Elanna said with a grin as she even closed her eyes and put the movements of freeing the hairs to memory. She opened her eyes again just in time to see the hairs fall down. "Kahless you're sexy."
"I'm merely adequate compared to the perfection you are," Seven countered. She saw B'Elanna glance down and back up, knowing right away that the Klingon was trying to be good, was telling herself that looking into eyes was appreciated more than looking at breasts. She smiled. "You are my mate now, it's alright to enjoy looking at my body. I am glad you like it as much as you do." She took a step back and looked at B'Elanna's body. "Though I have to admit that I think you are more beautiful than me."
B'Elanna grinned. "Babe, that only means that we enhance each other. You like what I have, and boy, do I ever like what you have. So perfect. I am a big boobs girl, but they should not be too big for the lines of the body. Yours are perfect. As big as they can without breaking your perfect lines. They make me wet just looking at them."
"Let me test that theory," Seven said as she moved a hand into B'Elanna's pants. "Yes, you are indeed."
"You like doing that," B'Elanna said, looking up at her partner through her eyelashes. Then a quick grin flashed over her face in approval when she was entered by two long fingers. "Pushing your hand into my pants like that, I bet it makes you even wetter than I am."
"I would lose that bet," Seven agreed. "It is a perfect mix for me. I 'am' Borg, so the directness of it appeals to me. But I love the look on your face even more."
"My look?" B'Elanna asked as she rocked slightly on the fingers that were slowly pumping into her.
"Yes," Seven assured. "In any other situation it would worry me. It looks like you have a very evil plan and cannot keep the grin of satisfaction off your face." Seven moved her thump over the Klingon's clit and was rewarded with the grin she had just been describing. "Yes, that one. I love it."
B'Elanna enjoyed the feeling of bliss that Seven was creating with both actions and words. She reached for the front of Seven's pants and opened it. As the shorts fell to the ground, she grabbed for Seven's panties. While Seven didn't wear underwear under her bio-suits, she had soon discovered that other clothing chafed in places where you really didn't want it. So she had taken to wearing minimalistic panties that could best be described at thongs. B'Elanna sure didn't mind, she loved how they looked on the blonde.
She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the panties and slowly pushed down. When her arms couldn't reach any further, she started to kneel, forcing Seven to remove her fingers. She slowly moved further. Even when the panties were around Seven's legs and would have fallen down, B'Elanna held on to them and continued to move down slowly. Taking her good time to kiss all of Seven that she could reach.
She started with the breasts, sucked at the nipples. She moved down slowly, kissing, licking, and even nipping the undersides of those mounts she loved so much. Then she had to kneel because physics demanded it, and she took her sweet time placing kisses all over Seven's belly. She moved lower while looking up to find blue eyes looking back. As B'Elanna kissed lower, Seven moved without needing prompting. She spread her legs a little to give her lover access.
B'Elanna kept looking up, as she moved lower yet. Her kisses found Seven's center, closed around a hard bundle of nerves that shows clearly how much Seven was enjoying this. Something inside her told her not to rush this, so she didn't. She slowly, teasingly continued to swirl and lick around Seven's clit. She wanted to feel the blonde around her fingers, she wanted to get up and be eye to eye with Seven so that she could see that incredible look on the blonde's face when she came. She wanted sooo much. But what she wanted more than, was is just to keep doing what she was.
She slowly kept teasing Seven higher and higher. Sometimes she would move a little lower and lick away Seven's wetness, but even that she did eagerly, but with gentle licks and kisses. Making sure to never use too much pressure. But mostly she simply kept focusing on Seven's clit, making the sensation last longer and longer by doing not much more than tease. But because that teasing was on such a sensitive spot, Seven climbed higher and higher until finally she came with a loud drawn-out moan.
B'Elanna eased off a bit, using less pressure, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves slower and slower, only stopping when Seven was firmly over her peak and enjoying the welcome aftercare. She stood up, only to see Seven curl a finger at her to beckon her closer.
They stood for a moment kissing as they enjoyed the feeling of standing body to body, hands roaming, pulling each other even closer. They stopped kissing for a moment and looked at each other. Seven made a little show of licking her lips. "Tasty."
"That's what I thought," B'Elanna readily agreed. "You taste so damn good."
"Of course I do," Seven said, making B'Elanna chuckle.
Funny how the same behavior could be seen as fucking superior, and funny as hell. Because now B'Elanna sure thought that remark was funny. So Seven in fact.
B'Elanna wanted to say more but was pushed back until she was standing against the wall. "There is a perfectly good bed only a few steps away," She teased, reminding Seven of her own words.
"There are more than one," Seven countered. "Convenient; more comfortable flat surfaces to make love on. I will take you there in a moment, but first, I want to take you here."
B'Elanna chuckled. "Ah, I was wondering if you had used that double meaning deliberately. Take me there? Really Seven, how about you just take me period?"
Seven bend her head a little until she could reach B'Elanna's breasts and started to suck and nibble two very hard nipples that ached for that touch. She felt one of Seven's hands move over her skin and down into her pants.
"Take them off," B'Elanna said, already stated to move her own hands to help in taking her shorts off. She stopped when she saw Seven shake her head.
"Later," Seven promised. "I will become very close and personal with each single body part of you before the night is through. I will lie between your legs, I will watch from only centimeters away how my fingers slide into you. I will see how hard your clit becomes. But what I want now even more then that is look you in the eyes, be face to face with you as I love you."
"And my pants have to stay on, why?" B'Elanna wondered, already lost in the eyes that were looking deep into hers.
Seven smiled. "Because you are part Klingon and there is an easy and hard way." As she had done it earlier that day, Seven moved her hand into B'Elanna's pants and straight down the Klingon's heated and by now very slick flesh. But there was a clear difference. Earlier it had been about having sex, about carnal pleasures. This time it was all about making love. There was no urge behind Seven's movements as she moved her hand over B'Elanna's center in slow circles. The real emotional current between them came from their eye contact.
Seven had stopped paying homage to B'Elanna's breasts, figuring that there was more than enough time to do that later. She kept moving her hand, kept stimulating her lover just enough to help her slowly but surely climb up the hill of pleasure. Her second hand moved to B'Elanna's rear and started to kneed the firm muscles of the cheek it could reach. And all the while their eyes were locked. Nothing was said, there was no battle of their strong wills. Instead both of them couldn't get enough from the eye contact. It deepened with every moment until they both felt as if their very souls were reaching out and touching each other through the contact.
B'Elanna felt herself climb higher. Though definitely nowhere near being what could be considered a screamer, she had always been vocal enough to let her sexual partners know exactly if they were doing something right or wrong. She loved to talk, loved to moan, loved to grunt. When Seven had fucked her earlier that day, B'Elanna had grunted, had even let out a quite vocal grunt of release when she came. And yet, none of that was happening now. She was breathing faster; they both were, but other than that it was probably the quietest she had even been while making love.
It was as if nothing was really needed, other than the emotional connection between them. Something that was proven when moments later the back of B'Elanna's mind registered that there were now two hands on her behind. And yet, despite no longer being stimulated, she felt herself climb higher yet.
"We are one," Seven whispered.
At those words, B'Elanna took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the strongest orgasm of her life wash over her. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the floor, surprised to notice that Seven was dropping right with her. But she knew that look on the blonde's face; she had seen it earlier, when Seven had reached her orgasm. And B'Elanna realized that this emotional merging of souls had not only affected herself physically. Seven had reached a sexual peak as well, simply because B'Elanna had.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, just clinging to each other like their life depended on it. Finally, slowly, and reluctantly, the physical connection loosened, but it was like the emotional one was loathed to even consider loosening. Not like either of them wanted that.
"What the hell was that?" B'Elanna finally managed to ask. "And can we bottle it?"
"We are the Borg, you were just assimilated," Seven replied. She smiled when brown eyes looked up at her. "B'Elanna, the universe if full of species that have empathic abilities. The Betazoids are known for the fact that they connect emotionally with their partners. Is it really that farfetched to think that a Human with a mind that has been altered by nanoprobes, and a Human/Klingon hybrid that had inherited a lot of her Klingon side, might connect on a level higher than mere comprehension can explain? Klingons are known for feeling if they are being watched, for sensing danger," Seven nuzzled B'Elanna's skin, "For knowing from a mere smell if their Mate's blood is boiling for them." She kissed a willing partner. "And no, we cannot bottle this feeling. But I am glad that we cannot. Because that means that we simply have to recreate it, again, and again."
B'Elanna tightened her arms around the blonde, trying to pull her closer still. "I'm down with that. Kahless, that was the best I ever had. You are the best that ever happened to me."
Seven kissed her, figuring that more words were not needed, since words would never come close to describing the connection they had shared, they connection they knew they had, the connection that bound them together more than the value of their lives did.
After yet more long moments of sharing their closeness, Seven finally got up and extended a hand to her lover. "Come, the night is young and I have no plans for falling asleep before it is light out again."
B'Elanna willingly went with the motion that brought her to her feet and up to the body of her lover. "I don't know, that sure stilled my sex drive a bit."
Seven smiled. "Good. Because earlier today we fucked, now we merged our souls. Do you not think it is about time we actually simply make love? I am sure that will waken your sex drive up again."
B'Elanna laughed as they moved to the door. "You got a point there."
Seven playfully tugged at B'Elanna's shorts. "It is time we get you out of those. I want to taste you, I am going to eat you until you scream."
B'Elanna pushed Seven against the wall, just as they were to pass through the door. "I look forward to that. But fair is fair. When we tired ourselves out in bed, we take a nice refreshing shower. Waking up in your arms under the shower after those bees stung me, was one of the best moments of my life. I was still imagining stuff, and yet feeling your arms around me. I want to feel that again, but this time, I want those arms to move and your hands to make me so freaking hot that the water will turn into steam."
Seven pushed off the wall. "Come to bed, I need you."
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