The Dance

by Liz Griffin

"I hate this."

The Captain turned to B'Elanna, one eyebrow raised. "And your point would be?"

"My point would be, since you’re the diplomat and I’m the techie, you should go down there and I should go re-align something."

"Ah. Except that the Driann Chancellor invited both of us personally." They were walking through the corridors of Voyager, on the way to transporter room, eyes lingering on them. As Pablo Baytart turned to look at them, Kathryn leaned closer. "We’re being watched," she whispered in a low, mysterious voice.

"Yeah, I know." B'Elanna wasn’t about to add that every crew member that looked at Kathryn did so with unabashed appreciation. She sneaked a peek for herself. The Captain was resplendent in Starfleet red and black, gold braid at her shoulders and decorations on her chest. At the base of her throat, the Medal of Valor hung gleaming on its deep blue ribbon. The high collar accented the graceful line of her neck; the close-cut dress trousers and boots showed her damn near perfect legs - well, perfectly. B'Elanna stifled a growl before it could even reach her throat. Not the time to get the hots for Kathryn.

"I hate this," B'Elanna growled, tugging at the collar of her dress uniform.

"I’m aware of that, Lieutenant," Kathryn answered, smiling. "But need I remind you, this is a diplomatic function and a mandatory formation. You will be there, and you will be there in dress uniform." They paused just inside the transporter room door as Kathryn adjusted B'Elanna’s clothing, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. "It was your idea to help the Driann in the first place."

"No good deed goes unpunished."

"Precisely my point." She stepped onto the pad. B'Elanna sighed. Even in full dress, Kathryn looked comfortable. She stepped into place.

"Energize." Kathryn turned to her. "Be as gracious as you can," she grinned as they disappeared.

Hours later, B'Elanna stood with the engineers she had worked with over the last few days, stifling yet another grin. Oh, this night turned out to be priceless! she crowed inwardly. While B'Elanna had been allowed to mingle and talk engineering, Kathryn had been commandeered immediately by the Chancellor. What had followed was hours of conversation about absolutely nothing. B'Elanna had caught more than one helpless look of supplication from her Captain over the course of the evening. And, knowing how Kathryn detested small talk, she had grinned just as helplessly and shrugged, indicating that it wasn’t her place to disturb the Chancellor. Or Proconsul. Or Governor.

Now, the party was apparently beginning to really get going. They had started dancing. B'Elanna nearly laughed aloud as the Captain went past, wrapped in the arms of the First Minister of Finance. Driann dancing, it appeared, was accomplished with the lead holding his or her partner from behind. The gender of dance partners and who lead seemed to be irrelevant. It could be any combination. She caught the Captain’s eye as Kathryn shot her a look of pure menace. B'Elanna grinned in response. At that moment, the song ended and Kathryn was released. She said a few words, demurred from another dance, and made a bee-line for B'Elanna.

"Captain," B'Elanna smiled, lips twitching as she handed Kathryn a drink.

"Lieutenant," she answered icily, brushing their fingers as she took it.

"Having fun?"

"No good deed goes unpunished," the Captain quoted, sipping.

"Precisely my point," B'Elanna countered. "Besides - it was your idea to come here."

"I’ll thank you not to remind me." B'Elanna saw a look of near-panic cross her face, and looked up to find the Driann Fleet Commander coming toward them. Kathryn set down her drink as another song started. "Tell me you know how to waltz," she said, taking B'Elanna in her arms.

"Uh, actually..."

"Never mind. I’ll teach you." Taking B'Elanna’s right hand in her left, she moved them onto the dance floor.

After a while, B'Elanna caught on and relaxed. She looked up. "Hey - who says you get to lead, anyway?"

"I’m taller," Kathryn said, sweeping them into another turn.

"I’m stronger."

"I outrank you," Kathryn smirked.

"I thought this was a non-military function."

Kathryn fixed her with a pointed look. "Do you know how to lead?"

"Good point." They were drawing stares from the other couples on the floor. Seeing as how they were the only couple facing one another, B'Elanna couldn’t blame them. She looked back to Kathryn. "You’re good at this."

"It was something my mother thought everyone should know," Kathryn said, pulling B'Elanna slightly closer. She chuckled. "Good thing my sister is the shorter one. I always had to lead when we practiced." B'Elanna looked at her with open admiration. "I suppose dancing wasn’t a priority in your upbringing," Kathryn teased.

"Uhhh... no." She could feel the growl asserting itself again as Kathryn’s hand slid ever so slightly further down her back. They danced for a few more minutes, B'Elanna doing her best to maintain decorum and Kathryn seemingly doing her best to bring an end to that situation. When the song ended, B'Elanna pulled back abruptly. "Thank you, Captain," she said, and moved to leave.

Kathryn held onto her right hand. "What’s your rush, Lieutenant?" She pulled B'Elanna into a turn that left her wrapped in Kathryn’s arm and pressed against her body.

B'Elanna growled low in her throat as Kathryn’s eyebrows raised slightly. "My rush is, you’re making me crazy and I don’t want to embarrass you in front of everyone here," she hissed.

"Is that so," Kathryn smirked wryly. She brought her hands to B'Elanna’s waist as a slower piece started. "Can you control yourself at least long enough to give me a break from being a diplomat all night?" They swayed in rhythm. "I’ll be forever appreciative."

B'Elanna brought her hands to Kathryn’s shoulders. "Just remember, Captain, you owe me," she smiled. "And I always... always collect on my debts."

"I’m counting on it."

As she moved her hands across Kathryn’s shoulders, it occurred to her that they had never danced. She rested her head on Kathryn’s shoulder. She was a graceful dancer, moving them about with practiced ease, her body almost inconsequentially slender in B’Elanna’s arms, her shoulders strong yet delicate under her uniform. She fought the temptation to twine her arms about Kathryn’s neck, thinking absently about the reaction of the crew if she and Kathryn ever did this at Neelix’s luau. Thank the various deities for cultures that dance indiscriminately, she thought. It would be impossible to do this on Voyager. She lifted her head, looked into those extraordinary eyes.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" she murmured, drawing in breath deeply as Kathryn’s hands slid from her waist to her back. "The way your body moves, the way you smile, the way your eyes change color... Beautiful," B'Elanna sighed.

She saw the color come to Kathryn’s face her eyes lower modestly. Her head still slightly bowed, she looked at B’Elanna through her eyelashes. "What," B’Elanna asked, tilting her head to see Kathryn’s eyes.

"I’m just... not used to hearing that... in public."

"Did I offend you?"

"Not at all. It’s nice to hear."

"Surely you must know how beautiful you are."

Kathryn’s eyes met hers again. "Only if you tell me."

"I hope I’ll have the chance to show you," B’Elanna murmured, drawing a finger up the back of her neck. Suddenly, she realized how deep Kathryn’s voice had become, and that there was a quiet purring noise rising in her throat. Her own skin tingled under her uniform, making her acutely aware of Kathryn’s hands on her. Just as she wondered if Kathryn was anywhere near as turned on as she was, the scent of their combined arousal overtook her and she let the growl loose - at least part of it.

Kathryn smiled and drew her close again, and they danced.

After several songs had passed, B’Elanna looked up again. Kathryn’s eyes were deeper in color, a dark gray-blue, and her face was hardened in intense concentration, the familiar look she always displayed when her mind was fully absorbed.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, and Kathryn’s eyes came to hers. B’Elanna felt the raw heat pass between them as Kathryn stared into her eyes for a long moment.

"How ready I am for you," Kathryn murmured from deep in her throat, her voice fairly dripping with sensuality. "How wet I know you must be for me. How lovely you’re going to be, with nothing but my hands on you..." She drew B'Elanna close, her mouth barely touching her ear. "I’m thinking about how very much I want to touch you... and kiss you... and make you scream..."

B’Elanna held her close again as the breath was driven from her, heat rising quickly to her face at the sound of Kathryn – her completely beautiful, completely patrician, completely Starfleet lover whispering such explicitly erotic suggestions at a public function... And at the knowledge that Kathryn could, at any given moment, make her feel this way with only a word. A whisper. One well-placed hand at the small of her back, a promise of things to come. Unable to respond coherently, she tightened arms tightened about her lover as they swayed together, wishing fervently that she could nip and suckle at that elegant neck.

They made their good-byes in the early morning, local time. After their first dance, B'Elanna had been inflamed to the point of distraction. Now, she was practically panting. It was mid-day Voyager time; she knew she and the Captain would be expected to take the day off from duty. Which means I get to collect that debt, she thought wickedly, shaking hands with the Chancellor. She sent them off with a cheery, "Good night and safe journey, Captain!" as they shimmered out of sight.

Captain, B’Elanna thought as they re-materialized on board Voyager. Oh yes, she did look like the Captain again. But B’Elanna could smell her desire, could feel the smoldering sexuality, carefully hidden, but dangerously close to the surface. She smiled. Kathryn was like no other lover she had ever known; it seemed she could control her passion with the barest effort. It was not even a question of desire - certainly, Kathryn’s appetites surpassed her own. More than once she had been awakened in the night, Kathryn’s hands insistent, Kathryn’s mouth so sweetly possessive of hers... and they would make love in a lightening-flash of desire, fast - so fast - B’Elanna leaving marks all over Kathryn’s body, taking her pleasure; and Kathryn pressing against her thigh in urgent rhythm, cries torn from her throat, coming almost instantly it seemed.

But Kathryn could make her wait all night, building her passion slowly, driving her to a frenzy then stopping again - lovemaking with Kathryn could be a long process, a continuous eroticism sustained by periods of simply holding one another, of whispered conversations and long, slow caresses - until, finally, they reached the height of their passion, unable to control it... and she would climax, again and again, screaming her pleasure into Kathryn’s sweet mouth, sometimes thrashing beneath her as Kathryn watched, a rapt audience. B’Elanna felt her own arousal sharpen at the thought of Kathryn’s release - Kathryn arching, Kathryn bucking, Kathryn sighing, murmuring, sobbing her need... Kathryn’s hands gripping the bedclothes, sometimes B’Elanna’s shoulders, her nails digging in, fingers leaving bruises... Kathryn’s head thrashing from side to side as climax overtook her... Kathryn gasping and trembling and whispering her name...

"What do you want to do now?" she asked, surprised at the calm tone of her own voice. They were strolling aimlessly down the corridor.

"Do you really have to ask?" Kathryn smiled, nodding as Ashmore stepped aside to let them pass.

B'Elanna stopped dead and looked up into Kathryn’s eyes with unsmiling intensity. "I want to hear you say it."

Eyes darting up and down the corridor, Kathryn grabbed her arm and pulled her forcefully into an access hatch. Before she even had time to react, Kathryn had her up against the bulkhead, pressed to her firmly, trapping her wrists at her sides.

"You want to hear it, then?" Kathryn kissed her soundly. "Mmm?"

"Tell me," B'Elanna whispered roughly. "Tell me, Kathryn. What do you want to do – tell me how much you want me."

"Oh, I want you, B'Elanna," Kathryn murmured, kissing her again with unquenchable fire. "I want to hold you close – feel your body against me..." she kissed B'Elanna again, and again, hungrily, continuing on only to interrupt herself with devouring kisses, moving over her neck and throat as she whispered. "I want to run my hands all over your sweet, soft skin... so beautiful... I want to kiss your breasts... feel you arch up to me, like you always do... and slide down... over your belly... and kiss you, your sweetness, so wet for me, so ready... kiss you and stroke you and drink you until you call out for me, until you come for me... again... and again..." Her mouth came back to B'Elanna’s, capturing her in a deep, barely controlled kiss, just this side of pain. "You make me insane," she whispered hotly when she finally released B'Elanna’s mouth.

"I like you insane," B'Elanna pulled her down again, taking control of the kiss this time, and meeting precious little resistance. "I want you here," she whispered, freeing her hand to tug at Kathryn’s uniform. "Right here... right now..."

"No..." the word came with obvious effort, Kathryn pushing her away roughly. "Not here. We can’t..." she kissed B'Elanna again, hard, as if to abdicate her own words. Then pulled away again, breathing deeply. "God... B'Elanna..."

"Where?" B'Elanna managed, running her hands up and down Kathryn’s heated body, over her breasts, down her back, feeding the fire that she knew burned within...

"My quarters," Kathryn breathed, her head back, hands clasping B'Elanna’s wrists.

Without a nanosecond’s delay, unconcerned with witnesses, B'Elanna grabbed Kathryn’s wrist, hauled her out the door and down the corridor, and fairly threw her into the turbolift.

"Deck three." Kathryn barked out the order, her voice even lower than normal, almost a growl. In a split second, B’Elanna had her pressed into the wall of the lift, kissing her in an intensity of desire. Kathryn’s mouth yielded under hers, the soft lips parting, her hands coming to her shoulders. Kathryn made a soft sound in her throat...

"B’Elanna..." Kathryn whispered, gasping, pushing her away. "The lift..."

She released her willing captive, watched her tug her uniform into place, run a hand through her hair. The lift doors opened and Captain Kathryn Janeway strode out, closely followed by a panting B’Elanna Torres. Without a word, they continued down the corridor to the Captain’s quarters.

Kathryn walked in ahead of her, straight to the bed, hands coming to the back of her neck as she ordered, "Computer - secure Captain’s quarters, priority communications only. Authorization code Janeway Gamma-three-seven." She lay the medal aside on the bureau, unfastening her dress coat with swift, automatic motions. She shrugged out of it gracefully, catching it by the collar at the small of her back and tossing it carelessly over the back of a chair. She turned to B'Elanna, removing her black undershirt.

"You," Kathryn observed, "are wearing entirely too much clothing." She tossed the shirt on top of her coat.

B'Elanna realized she had been staring, feet rooted to the floor. She began to undo her coat.

"Allow me," Kathryn murmured, coming to her and sliding her hands under the flap. In practically no time, B'Elanna’s coat joined Kathryn’s on the chair.

B'Elanna’s hands brushed up over a delicate white lace bra that enhanced more than it concealed. "This isn’t regulation," she teased, unfastening it and sliding it from Kathryn’s shoulders.

"Mmm... neither is this," Kathryn murmured and kissed her deeply.

B’Elanna slid her hands over warm skin, feeling the rise and fall of Kathryn’s breathing. As she brought her lips to her lover’s throat, Kathryn rolled her head back, her eyes closing. Kathryn’s hands moved over her arms, her shoulders, then slid down to stroke B'Elanna’s breasts through the fabric of her shirt, stroking and teasing until B'Elanna gasped.

"Kathryn..." Kathryn’s hands moved to draw her shirt over her head, then strip her efficiently of her bra. B’Elanna stood, eyes closed, her hands at Kathryn’s elbows as Kathryn’s hands warmed her, stroked her, sculpted her body. Kathryn’s hands slid to her waist, then inside her clothing - and then Kathryn was kneeling, pulling clothing down, helping her to step out of her boots. B’Elanna shuddered as Kathryn kissed her knee, drawing her lips upward over B’Elanna’s taut thigh, covering her hipbone. She felt the imprint of teeth - for one wild moment, B’Elanna thought Kathryn would bite her... then Kathryn drew her lips away and pressed her face into her belly, kneeling upright, her hands sliding up the backs of B’Elanna’s thighs.

"Mmmmm..." Kathryn purred, running her nails over the sensitive flesh. B’Elanna gasped and pulled her up, kissing her intensely, hearing, feeling Kathryn’s approval. Again and again, she kissed Kathryn, savoring the sweetness of lips that parted to hers, the nimble tongue that touched hers and was gone, the sound of Kathryn’s ragged breathing as she pressed into B’Elanna’s mouth, her lips searching, hungry.

She led Kathryn to the bed, then turned down the covers as Kathryn kicked off her boots and discarded the rest of her clothing. She ordered the lights to a quarter, gasping as Kathryn came up behind her, wrapping her arms about her and pressing her silken skin against her back. Kathryn kissed her shoulder, stroking with her tongue, sucking the flesh gently. Silently, she turned and backed Kathryn up the two steps to the bed, lowering her slowly. Lying on top of her, B’Elanna kissed her ear, tracing it with her tongue, her hands finding Kathryn’s breasts as she fought to contain the Klingon passion rising inside her.

"Mmmmmm..." Kathryn sighed, arching to meet her hands, encouraging her. B’Elanna strained to keep herself under control, to give Kathryn what she loved... B’Elanna moved to Kathryn’s throat, kissing so very softly, stroking with her tongue. Over and over again, she kissed, nipped, sucked gently... and was rewarded by Kathryn’s sweet sighs and gasps. Moving downward, she kissed over Kathryn’s chest, stroking with her tongue just where her breast began to swell - Kathryn’s hands in her hair pulled her closer, guided her. "B’Elanna," she groaned, arching beneath her sinuously. The fire flared in B'Elanna’s heart, forcing a growl from her throat. Kathryn trembled beneath her - and dug her nails into the back of her neck in fierce abandon, overcoming any resistance B’Elanna may have put up to her ardor.

B’Elanna bit down - hard. Kathryn’s hands clawed at her hair, a cry of pain and surprise escaping her throat. "AAH! - B’Elanna..." Kathryn struggled beneath her. B’Elanna growled and sank her teeth in deeper. "Dear God..." Kathryn’s hips rose off the bed and her nails raked B’Elanna’s shoulders. B’Elanna brought her spread knees up behind Kathryn’s thighs, bringing Kathryn’s knees into the air, and slid her hands under her shoulders - she crouched over Kathryn, savoring the sweetness of her flesh. Kathryn struggled beneath her, her hands gripping B’Elanna’s arms painfully, nails digging in, small whimpers escaping her, her jaw clenched tightly against the pain.

As she drew her teeth from Kathryn’s breast, she heard a low moan. She looked up to meet Kathryn’s eyes, then holding her gaze, lowered her head and licked at the blood that was running slowly down between her breasts. Kathryn stared at her, wide-eyed, chest heaving. "Sweet... you taste so sweet," B’Elanna mumbled, circling with her tongue the mark she had made. And then she lost herself in Kathryn, kissing, sucking, drinking her... Kathryn arched again as B’Elanna’s mouth took her nipple, as B’Elanna’s hands mauled her breasts.

Suddenly, she was thrown to one side, Kathryn rearing up beneath her, an animal growl in Kathryn’s throat. As B’Elanna struggled, Kathryn pinned her to the bed, ravishing her mouth with a firestorm of kisses. Kathryn’s nails dug into her wrists, drawing blood as she pressed them into the bed. B’Elanna turned her head, escaping for breath - then it was her turn to cry out as Kathryn’s teeth closed just under the curve of her jaw.

"Yesss..." she groaned, rolling her head back to expose more of her throat. She felt her nipples harden painfully as Kathryn bit and sucked the tender flesh, drawing her blood through the skin, a purring growl rising in her throat. Kathryn’s hands released her and she tangled her own hands in the silk of Kathryn’s hair. "God, yes," she groaned again as Kathryn’s hands assaulted her breasts, as Kathryn’s wetness descended to her thigh. Her own hands held Kathryn to her tightly as Kathryn’s hips began their unstoppable rhythm. This was not what she had expected - Kathryn usually preferred to have B’Elanna make love to her slowly, passionately, until she was spent and panting. Or, if Kathryn were making love to her, she would stop when the tension became to much, press against B’Elanna’s thigh this way, until climax released her to continue making love... More than once, she had awakened to the exquisite sensation of Kathryn’s wetness on her thigh, demanding climax from B’Elanna, even in sleep. But to do it this way - so fast, so hard... so focused on this one act... B'Elanna had never seen Kathryn do this for anything more than a minor release of tension.

Until now. Kathryn’s entire body surged on hers as she bit into B'Elanna’s neck again. Her stiff nipples rubbed against B'Elanna’s skin, her sweet, slick folds stroked on her thigh in satin friction as she gasped and moaned her pleasure, lifting her head, completely out of control. B'Elanna grinned at the sight of her lover’s face.

You love this, her mind grinned in response. Tell me you don’t abso-fucking-lutely love this...

Kathryn’s nails dug in, scratching her breasts as her hands closed convulsively. B'Elanna growled. When she opened her eyes, Kathryn was watching her, breathing in heavy, ragged gasps. Her rhythm never stopped.

"Kathryn... yes... come on..." she encouraged hotly, whispering, watching the blue eyes close, the lower lip caught between the fine teeth. A small sound escaped Kathryn, a sound of... pleasure? Helplessness? It was impossible to tell. "You’re so beautiful... so good..." B'Elanna murmured, her hands at Kathryn’s waist. "So good..."

Kathryn rested her head on her shoulder, gasping into her ear. "B'Elanna..."

"Yes, Kathryn... yes... take what you want..." she felt the imprint of teeth on her shoulder, felt Kathryn begin to tremble. She ran her nails over Kathryn’s back, savoring the fierce moan that vibrated Kathryn’s entire body. Hands on her hips, she followed Kathryn’s rhythm, pulling and pushing, clasping the rich flesh of her hips as she pressed Kathryn onto her thigh even more firmly, creating more friction.

"Oh..." Kathryn pressed her forehead to B'Elanna’s shoulder. "Oh... B'Elanna... I... I’m... losing..." She trailed off, throwing her head back, eyes closed in a supreme effort to reassert discipline.

"God, yes... give it to me... give it all to me..." She watched the hopeless struggle in Kathryn’s face, knowing the eventual outcome and loving it. "Give it up," she whispered into Kathryn’s ear, running her tongue around the edge. "Let it go... let me see you..."

"Ohhhh, Godddd..." Kathryn hung her head, defeated. And victorious. Kathryn’s elbows locked out - B’Elanna stared with feral hunger as Kathryn bucked wildly, her hands holding the sheets as if they were the reins of a runaway horse, as if she could gain control over her own body by that action. She writhed on B'Elanna, arching, bucking, trembling, hair falling all about her flushed face, eyes closed, lips swollen, mouth open, panting deeply... B'Elanna had never seen her look more beautiful. She ran her nails up and down the backs of Kathryn’s thighs, then moved to cup and stroke her breasts as Kathryn knelt up, towering above her on the bed. Pressing against B'Elanna’s thigh even more fully, Kathryn slid her hands upward, running them slowly through her hair, her tongue clearly visible as she ran it across the edge of her upper teeth. B'Elanna watched her, enthralled. Kathryn had never been like this - so absolutely out of control, so focused on her pleasure, so responsive to B'Elanna’s every whispered command... She waited, gauging the response, timing it perfectly, Soon, so close, so close... NOW

"Come," she demanded quietly.

Kathryn drew in breath deeply and pressed harder against her, hands lowering unconsciously to clench tightly at her sides. "B’Elanna," came the single word - and Kathryn arched violently, head thrown back, mouth open in a strangled cry of ecstasy. B’Elanna watched her, awed by the sight, holding her up with strong hands and feeling the blissful contractions that wracked her slender frame. Kathryn collapsed onto her chest, gasping, releasing her breath in protracted, shuddering moans against B’Elanna’s shoulder, then trembling, whispering, "B’Elanna... B’Elanna..."

No mercy, B’Elanna thought, and began to run her hands over Kathryn’s body again. Kathryn lifted her head, her eyes a very deep blue in the low light, and helpless... B’Elanna smiled hungrily. Rolling them over so that Kathryn was under her, she began to kiss the other woman’s throat gently, hearing, feeling the sweet sounds of pleasure. Her hands slid up and down Kathryn’s sides as Kathryn twined her arms about her neck and gave in to the pleasure, arching gracefully beneath her. B’Elanna kissed down further, her lips caressing warm porcelain, her tongue stroking Kathryn’s exquisite body.

Kathryn’s hands ran through her hair again and again as she kissed her - open, melting kisses that left no part of her untouched. B’Elanna kissed Kathryn’s breasts slowly, luxuriously, circling them again and again... until with a murmur that blended with Kathryn’s soft "oh..." she took a nipple into her mouth. B’Elanna sucked gently, circling with her tongue as Kathryn’s hands in her hair pulled her closer. Unhurried, she continued to stroke and flick and torture the sweet flesh, answering Kathryn’s sighs with murmurs and caresses, her hands cupping Kathryn’s soft breasts, stroking the creamy smoothness as slowly as her tongue stroked Kathryn’s nipples.

Kathryn arched beneath her, pressing her breasts upward to her, hands caressing B’Elanna’s shoulders, her face, her hair... B’Elanna kissed downward over the taut belly, hearing Kathryn’s sighs and sharp intakes of breath as she methodically covered her lover in long, lingering kisses. Kathryn’s thighs parted for her... as B’Elanna lay between them, she heard the helpless whisper, "I want you..." She brushed her lips through Kathryn’s thick hair - softer, finer than her own, and murmured, "I want you, too... I want you so very much..."
At the first touch of her lips on that sweet wetness, Kathryn’s legs jerked convulsively, her hands in her hair pulling B’Elanna away. Very gently, B’Elanna took Kathryn’s hands, placing them on the bed beside her hips. "Let me..." she whispered, breathing the words onto Kathryn’s inflamed sex.

"Oh, God..."

"Let me..." and she kissed her, parting her lips slowly, savoring Kathryn’s response. On either side of her head, Kathryn’s thighs moved convulsively, tensing and releasing in her hands as she took Kathryn’s clit in her mouth and sucked oh so gently. Drawing her lips away slowly, B’Elanna moved her fingers to circle Kathryn’s opening. "So beautifully, wonderfully wet," she murmured, bringing her fingers to Kathryn’s mouth, painting her lower lip with her own nectar, watching as Kathryn’s tongue slid across it slowly, experimentally - and then B’Elanna bent to her again, claiming the wetness for herself as Kathryn groaned.

She lapped at Kathryn’s sweetness, stroked it, kissed it... in unending greed she took Kathryn into her, as Kathryn arched and gasped, murmured and sighed, her thighs trembling, fluttering in B’Elanna’s hands. Moaning into her, she circled just inside with her tongue, drinking Kathryn into her like wine... then she moved upward again, taking the swollen hardness between her lips, stroking it, circling it, lashing it from side to side as Kathryn arched and trembled, her breath coming in gasps and sighs...

"God... B’Elanna... Oh!" Kathryn murmured haltingly. B’Elanna slid her arms under Kathryn’s hips, lifting her to her mouth. "Please... I need... Inside me..." Kathryn’s hands in her hair pulled her upward.

Slowly, reluctantly, she drew her lips away once more, sliding her body up to hold Kathryn. Her hand stroked over the lithe, firm body beneath her... and she kissed Kathryn soundly, sliding two fingers deep within. Kathryn groaned into her mouth, pelvis arching up to meet her, arms tight around her. B’Elanna twisted slowly, turned within her... then slid out and slid three fingers back in, finding the swollen hardness with her thumb and stroking lightly.

"HUnnhhh..." Kathryn’s head slammed backward, her throat exposed, as B’Elanna moved strongly in the creamy wet. B'Elanna was taking her, stroking her, filling her; B'Elanna reveled in the sensation, delighted in the sight of Kathryn’s hips moving to meet every heavy thrust. "Oh... God in Heaven..." Kathryn sobbed, one arm around B’Elanna’s back, the other hand gripping the pillow above her head.

"Kathryn." B'Elanna watched as Kathryn rolled her head slowly from side to side, her lips parted, her breathing coming in sobs. "Kathryn," B’Elanna repeated, stroking the hair back from her face. "Look at me."

Kathryn opened her eyes to B’Elanna’s, then closed them again.

"Kathryn, look at me."

B’Elanna stared into blue eyes that deepened in color even as she watched. Kathryn’s nails dug into her back slightly, Kathryn’s body began to tense... she closed her eyes.

"Kathryn, look at me," B’Elanna whispered, relentless. Kathryn’s eyes became increasingly helpless as she tightened around B’Elanna’s fingers, as her body began to arch... Kathryn stared at her, lips trembling, breathing coming in ragged gasps as B’Elanna’s fingers stroked, her thumb stroked...

"B’Elanna..." she whispered from deep in her throat.

"Yes..." she could feel the gathering climax begin to overtake her lover.

"B’Elanna..." Kathryn’s voice trailed off as her head was flung side to side.

"Yes, Kathryn."

"B’Elanna!" she cried roughly as her hips rose to thrust once, twice... and then she clasped B’Elanna’s fingers within her, body in perfect trembling tension, nails digging in then raking across B’Elanna’s back... B’Elanna watched as the waves swept through her again and again, animal groans escaping her lips, Kathryn coming and coming and coming...

Kathryn collapsed back onto the bed, breasts heaving, and lay there, eyes closed, panting. B’Elanna withdrew her fingers slowly and touched them to her own lips, murmuring at the intoxicating scent. She looked down. Kathryn’s eyes were open, and she stared into B’Elanna’s eyes as she lowered her fingers to Kathryn’s open lips. Again she painted them with Kathryn’s sweetness... Kathryn’s tongue darted out and licked her fingers; then, slowly, she took each finger into her mouth, licking, sucking her own essence from them. B’Elanna groaned.

Without a word, Kathryn rolled B’Elanna onto her back, covering her throat with passionate kisses. B’Elanna arched. "Kathryn... yes..." she gasped in surprise as Kathryn nipped and licked and sucked the delicate flesh. Usually, Kathryn would lie silent for a while, coming down from the high, then make love to her gently, teasing her... but she was devouring her now, completely lost in her passion. Tears of pleasure came to B’Elanna’s eyes as Kathryn took a nipple, sucking fiercely, biting... B’Elanna heard her murmur something as she moved to the other breast, something too low to hear... and then she saw stars as Kathryn bit her again, nearly drawing blood. "OHHH... yes, Kathryn..."

"B’Elanna..." Kathryn murmured, kissing down her writhing body, "God, how I want you... all of you..."

"Have me..." B’Elanna twined her hand in Kathryn’s hair and guided her between her legs.

"All of you," Kathryn repeated, nuzzling her nose in B’Elanna’s hair, inhaling her.

"All of me..."

"Yes..." Kathryn managed before B’Elanna pressed her into her sex. Kathryn’s mouth was rough on her, searching, her tongue firmly parting her lips... then she softened, opened even more, moaned into her... and B’Elanna became ecstasy itself, ecstasy to her heart, ecstasy to her soul... Kathryn stroked her gently, right over the swollen bud, sending lightening through her. B’Elanna cried out. Kathryn’s hands were on her thighs, spreading them fully open to her; B’Elanna could hear Kathryn’s sounds of pleasure... Kathryn’s sweet mouth possessed her, never letting up, never letting her rest... B’Elanna was light-headed, her ears ringing, her heart pounding as Kathryn stroked and stroked and stroked... and then the sensation varied, became less intense, deeper...

Her hands in Kathryn’s hair, B’Elanna could feel the motions of her head as she concentrated solely on her task for what seemed like an eternity, purring and whimpering her pleasure. Kathryn kissed and sucked, bit and licked, sometimes stroking, sometimes slowly devouring her...

Never - never had she been with a lover who did not want her to come quickly; but Kathryn’s mouth dissolved her, possessed her, led her to the edge of insanity... and pulled her back again. Repeatedly, sensation was heightened then varied as Kathryn pleasured her... and B’Elanna gave in to pleasure again and again, each variance in her sensation leading her deeper into ecstasy...

She hovered on a dazzling edge, straining toward it, held in place by the sweet tension of Kathryn’s mouth, somehow knowing that what she would feel would be much stronger than ever before. "Kathryn... please..." she finally pleaded, her voice a bare whisper... then Kathryn’s silken tongue stroked her gently, every stroke on her perfect... perfect... perfect... gathering her up, sweeping her forward... Her body drew in on itself, her hands moved to clasp Kathryn’s as her hips rose off the bed, wordless moans drawn from her burning lungs, the tension unbearable - as if a tidal wave were gathering in her, ready to break, almost... almost... and then her blood turned white-hot, Kathryn’s name rang in her ears... her hips writhed and bucked uncontrollably...

B’Elanna left her body, and soared...

She awoke warm and content, entwined in Kathryn’s body. Orgasm had drained her; they lay for some time together, Kathryn holding her close, stroking her, until she dozed. She shifted slightly to look at her lover’s face; Kathryn stared pensively into the gray of the room, one hand still moving absently in B’Elanna’s hair. B’Elanna watched her for a long moment, then brought a hand to her face.

"Hey," she said quietly.

Kathryn looked at her then, her eyes warm. "Hi there," she smiled, kissing B’Elanna’s hand.

"Whatcha thinkin’?"

Kathryn smiled. "About you... me... us..."

"Mmmmm?"

"Hmmm," Kathryn sighed contentedly, and shifted onto her back, still holding B’Elanna close. She stared at the ceiling for a long moment as B’Elanna traced the wound at her breast. With another sigh, she murmured, "B'Elanna Torres... you bring out things in me I never knew existed."

B’Elanna smiled. "Such as?"

Kathryn lifted B'Elanna’s hand, kissed the bloody marks on the inside of her wrist, and smiled. "This, for one." She pressed the hand between her breasts. "I’ve never been particularly..." she searched for the word.

"Passionate?"

"Oh, no - I’ve been passionate." She kissed B’Elanna’s forehead and smiled again. "Even aggressive. But violent? To be frank, I never knew I had the ability. Or the inclination." She traced a finger in lazy circles on B’Elanna’s shoulder. "And - while I’ve always had a healthy libido - I’ve certainly never been quite so... demanding... as I am with you."

B’Elanna propped herself on her elbows to stare down at Kathryn. "You can’t mean... But you’re so... responsive with me, so sexual..."

"Mmm, with you, yes."

"And you weren’t with your other lovers?"

Kathryn raised one eyebrow. "Let’s just say I’ve never risked waking the neighbors."

B’Elanna looked into her eyes gravely, and traced a finger down her cheek. "I never knew. I thought... the way you were with me, I assumed you... that I was nothing special."

Kathryn smiled, sliding her hands up B'Elanna’s sides. "Ohhhh, you are very special," she murmured.

They stared into one another’s eyes for a long moment, smiling, each confident of her power to please. Kathryn ran her hand through B’Elanna’s hair and rested it at the back of her neck, thumb massaging the swiftly darkening bruise under her ear. B’Elanna’s mouth fell open slightly and she lifted her chin, eyes closed, another soft growl in her throat. Chuckling softly, Kathryn pulled her down and kissed her deeply. Foreheads touching, she looked into B’Elanna’s eyes. "I can’t look at you without wanting you."

B’Elanna kissed her again. "And I want you," she whispered, resting her head on Kathryn’s shoulder again. "So very much."

"Sleepy?"

"Mmmhmm," B’Elanna nodded, settling in.

Kathryn brushed her lips slowly over the ridges of her forehead, then rested her chin on B’Elanna’s hair. "Remind me to take you out dancing more often," B'Elanna yawned, feeling Kathryn’s smile. She slid one arm and leg over her lover possessively, and drifted off to sleep, Kathryn’s arms about her, Kathryn’s hand stroking her hair.

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