Title: "Today's Tawdry Trashy Turbolift Tale"
Author: R.Schultz ( cousindream@aol.com )
Rating: PG-13, for lesbian sexuality.
Series: Voyager
Code: F/F
Pairing: T/7
Disclaimer: All Trek belongs to Paramount. This fic belongs to me. Congress and the Presidency and the Supreme Court belong to the rich guys since they paid for them. Written for the FFF, to be archived at ASCEML. 1000 words, December 2002.
Summary: It's close to Christmas and Seven has decided to join in the festivities this year.
Warning this fic treats female/female sexuality in a positive manner. If this offends, do not read.
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by R.Schultz
Suspecting nothing, the Lieutenant entered freely. Computer had timed my entrance, before her, to perfection. The Turbolift doors closed and motion made itself apparent. Then I subvocalized my code phrase, and the Turbolift crawled to a halt.
B'Elanna Torres began to be agitated, so I began to talk to her, calming her.
"The Turbolift is functioning properly, Lieutenant," I told her. "It will remain at rest for nineteen minutes and fifty-two seconds longer, and then it will apparently self-correct. Relevant files will blame a sub-routine glitch, which will be recorded as purged."
She turned to me, no Holiday cheer on her face at that second. "YOU did this?"
"That is correct," I replied. "This seemed an appropriate venue for the discussion we must have." B'Elanna seemed uneasy.
"Listen, Seven, my emotions were a little off-kilter last night, and I'm sorry if I upset you. I won't kiss you again." She grinned, trying to make it both a joke and a challenge.
"Unless you want me to."
I didn't say anything. She was vaguely ill at ease, but did not press the matter with me.
"Actually, B'Elanna," I said, using her familiar name instead of her rank, "this concerns the forthcoming Holidays. I seek your advice."
Her eyebrows raised, obviously wondering.
"Christmas is not for four more days, ship Calendar. There will be a Christmas Party on each HoloDeck for each shift both on Christmas eve and Christmas Day. Combining Eid, Hanukkah, Tet and a half dozen similar such celebrations.
"Unlike previous years, I intend to more fully participate. I have carefully crafted several small gifts, including a faux Astrometrics section for Naomi. This last was made with the help of your Lt. Nicoletti and Tuvok.
"She will enjoy it, her mother assures me."
The Lieutenant was beaming now, and very gently punched me on the shoulder. I knew it for a human gesture of support and accepted it in that spirit.
"A small problem has arisen, however."
"And you want my help," B'Elanna smiled.
"No," I said. "I have a present for you."
A flicker of emotions sped through me, worrying me and pleasing me. Over a space of years I was becoming part of the human collective. I was being assimilated. I was experiencing emotions which pleased me to have them. I smiled.
"This present for you is early. Yet I believe it should be presented now, rather than later. It should be presented privately rather than in sight of others. It would be appropriate to do so.
"Will you accept an early Christmas present from me, B'Elanna Torres?"
I could not read her face, but I knew surprise was one of the emotions chasing itself across her half-Klingon visage.
"For me?" she asked. "Now? For me? After all the many times we've fought....
"For me?"
"But I haven't anything for YOU," she softly said.
"A return present is not necessary," I replied. "The sources are firm on this. Will you accept a present from me, Lieutenant Torres? B'Elanna?"
She held me tight, giving me some discomfort, but it was acceptable.
Suddenly she was all agitation and squeals. "Where? Where is it? Do you have it? Do I get it now? What is it? Please? pretty please, Seven...."
"Or do you want me to call you Annika, it's no problem if you wish, and you can call me B'Elanna, please call me B'Elanna, please, you have it on you somewhere, don't you, that's why this thing with the Turbolift, don't you?"
"You do want your Christmas present early?" I asked. It pleased me to play this little game with B'Elanna.
I am being successfully assimilated.
"Yes, yes, yes, goddamned hell YES, Seven.... You want Seven?"
"Seven is what I prefer....B'Elanna." She clung to me again.
"Very well," I said, "you may have your Christmas present now. But first you have to turn around and close your eyes and put your hands over your ears. Can you do that?"
"Consider it already accomplished," B'Elanna said. I smiled again, seeing her leap into the spirit of the game.
A few quiet noises filled the turbolift. Eventually B'Elanna ventured a tentative "Seven?"
"You may now turn around, B'Elanna."
She did and her eyes got much bigger. My blue catsuit was opened to my groin. Its legs flapped loosely after I had tapped the binds on their sides. My large soft breasts spilled out and beckoned to B'Elanna. She had always enjoyed looking at my breasts.
"You shall have the honor and joy of finishing the opening your Christmas present," I said.
"I remind you, however, that we only have fifteen minutes and fourteen seconds left before the Turbolift reinitializes."
B'Elanna growled and leapt for me.
In less than a minute we were both side by side and prone on the floor. The energy of her responses proved I had not misjudged her desires. She enjoyed copulating with other females.
Though not yet stated, I knew she would later take me to her cabin where we could copulate in comfort. For hours.
She nuzzled my neck, then nipped it without drawing blood, her hands full of my breasts. Then she began to suckle me, alternating from nipple to nipple. My nipples became quite hard, they hurt. Then B'Elanna's fingers found me wet and moaning. I had also correctly judged my own responses. I did indeed enjoy copulating with other females.
Correction. I enjoyed sex with B'Elanna Torres.
It was illogical. We fought constantly. She was emotional and not prone to reasoned thinking. Nonetheless it was so. I enjoyed her touches and kisses. She excited me. The sources had all stated logic might have little to do with an emotional response. I am being assimilated into humanity.
Pleasure is not irrelevant.
As her fingers entered me, I murmured into her ear.
"Then again, you are absolutely correct Lieu.... B'Elanna. It is not necessary to completely unwrap your Christmas present in order to enjoy it."
END