Captain Kathryn Janeway sat in her Ready Room trawling through a great pile of reports from various departments. She had been at it for hours and her head ached to bursting with all the facts and figures that she had to approve. Loosing concentration, not for the first time that day, she threw down the PADD she was holding, flopped back in her chair and let out a great sigh. She closed her eyes and rubbed at the back of her neck, rolling her head from side to side in an effort to relieve some tension, but the movement sent a jab through her temples and she winced, catching her breath slightly. At her regular check up the previous day, the doctor had told her she was working too hard and needed some time off. "I can't take time off, Doctor," she had replied wearily, "there's too much to be done." He had argued with her in vain and the best he could exract from her was a promise to finish early that night. But after three hours of tossing and turning in bed, her head full of problems and issues, large and small she had given up trying to sleep and gone back to work.

The door chimed and as she uttered her usual "come" she looked up at the striking figure of B'Elanna Torres, chief engineer. "Lieutenant!" she welcomed, after a long breath "come in. What can I do for you?" The young Klingon was puzzled and her nose wrinkled below her ridged brow. "You.....wanted to see me, Captain."
"I did?!.......yes, I did, that's right. I...uh...I wanted to know how the modifications to the warp drive were proceeding."
"Didn't you get my report, ma'am? I sent Vorik with it this morning."
"Oh, okay. It must be somewhere in this pile, I guess." Janeway started searching through the pile of PADDs beside her, scattering them and sending them casscading down onto the floor.
"dammit!" she exclaimed in desperation, hauling herself up to her heavy feet. B'Elanna strode forward and squatted down to pick up the scattered PADDs "That's okay, Captain, I've got them." Janeway sat down again and leant forward, resting her elbows on the desk in front of her and covering her face with her hands. When the younger woman had stacked all the PADDs neatly back on the desk with her own report on the top, she took a step back and said in a voice full of concern "Captain, are you alright?"

Janeway moaned and, rubbing at her eyes, took a deep breath, clasped her hands together and let her chin drop onto them for support. "Oh, I'll be okay," she sighed "I'm a little tired......bit of a headache, that's all. I'm sorry to drag you up here B'Elanna, I should have looked first."
"No, that's alright, Captain." The young woman was unsure whether to continue but she wanted to help so she asked "Ma'am, may I speak freely?"
Kathryn cocked her head slightly. "Please" she nodded.
"Captain, you're exhausted. Everyone's noticed how hard you've been working lately, you've hardly had any time off at all. If you can't sleep it's no wonder, with all the stress you must be under. I know how important your work and this crew are to you but you're pushing yourself too hard. It won't help any of us if you burn yourself out and collapse from stress and exhaustion."
Janeway was irritated. "Are you done, Lieutenant?" she snapped. B'Elanna reddened a little and lowered her head.
"I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn, ma'am. It's just that the whole crew are worried about you." Janeway took a long calming breath and looked at the contrite lieutenant.
"No, B'Elanna" she sighed, regretting her previous tone,"I'm sorry. I know you're right but there's so much to do."
"Nothing Chakotay can't handle for a few days, surely."
"Maybe, but I got us into this and it's my responsibility to get us out, to get us home."
"And how near home do you think we're going to get without you?"
Janeway laughed ironically. "Oh, don't write me off yet, Lieutenant. I'm nowhere near ready to give up."
"Excuse me, ma'am, but I think your body is about ready to do just that."
Janeway chose to ignore the remark because deep down she knew it was true and didn't want to hear it, so carried on as if B'Elanna hadn't spoken. "Besides.....when I do stop working I can't sleep or relax, I'm too pent up." She stood up too quickly and had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from keeling over. Flinching at the sharp pain that shot through her head, she raised her other hand to massage her temples. B'Elanna was beside her in an instant, ready to catch her if the need arose. "I think I can help you with that, Captain; if you'll let me."
"How?"
"Come with me and I'll show you" B'Elanna said holding out her hand to steady the flagging captain. Intrigued and too tired to argue, Kathryn took the offered hand and let herself be led to the couch, flopping down onto it with a relieved sigh.

"Have you ever heard the Klingon term 'pIv HOT'?" B'Elanna enquired as she stood in front of Janeway, looking down at her auburn hair.
"Uh...I've heard it" Janeway said, "but I don't know what it means."
"Literally it translates as 'Healing Touch'. It's a kind of ancient relaxation technique, essentially a combination of massage, manipulation and breath control with a few other things thrown in." B'Elanna perched on the arm of the sofa and looked down at the captain's weary face, then continued "it's a little uncomfortable at first but it really works if you don't fight and just go with it. My mother was an expert in the techniques and she taught me everything she knew while I was still a small child. It's a while since I've practiced but it's not somethng you really forget. Would you like to give it a go, Captain?"
"What does it involve?"
"On your part all it involves is that you give me complete control of your body. You have to trust me......do you trust me, Captain?"
"A couple of years ago I would have said no way, but now.........yes, I think I do." They both smiled, remebering all the fights they'd had in the past.
"Good. Okay, then. I can't give you a full session here and now, you'd have to take some time for that; but if you remove your jacket and turtleneck I can probably do something about that headache."
Janeway closed her eyes and smiled, "that would be wonderful."
"Good. You might want to seal the door so there're no distractions, take off your boots, and is it okay if I call you Kathryn? You need to forget all about being the captain while we do this."
"Sure" Janeway winced again as another throb of ache went through her skull, "You get rid of this headache and you can call me anaything you want."
B'Elanna smiled, "Is it that bad?" she asked.
"Ah! It's killing me."

As Kathryn started to remove her jacket, B'Elanna went over to the replicator and odered "One bottle of Klingon Sar'naQ oil and a small towel." After placing the items on a table to the side of the couch, she took off her own jacket and turtleneck and threw them onto a nearby chair. Janeway was sitting on the front edge of the sofa, her legs wide apart, her forearms on her thighs, her head hanging as if weighed down by the cares of a universe. B'Elanna sat beside her and touched her neck very gently, running her hand softly over the neck and shoulders, pressing a little to test the resistance, learning the musculature of this particular body, gauging the tension and calculating the pressure required just as her mother had taught her so many years before. She was shocked at the incredible tension she found there but swallowed her exclamation so as not to stress her patient further. She moved her hands up into Janeway's hair, seeking out the pressure points of her scalp and noting which points brought a wince or a moan from Kathryn when touched. When she had learnt enough she moved forward and squatted down in front of Janeway, who raised her head wearily to look into B'Elanna's deep eyes. "So what do you think, Doc? Can you help me?" Kathryn asked.
"Sure, piece of cake" the Klingon assured her with a smile.

The professionalism, confidence and essentially calming bedside manner that had been instilled into her at such an early age through her mother's training now took B'Elanna over and she fixed Kathryn's eyes with a solid, confident gaze that put the captain at her ease immediately. "Okay, Kathryn" she said in a soft voice calculated to relax the patient, placing a comforting hand on Kathryn's knee, "You have a lot of tension there, it's vital we get rid of it before something snaps. To begin with it'll probably hurt like hell, I'm afraid, but don't fight it, don't resist, just go with the pain, sink into it and you'll see how after a while it begins to seep out of you. Okay?" Janeway nodded, mesmerised by the powerful confidence in B'Elanna's young eyes. "Okay, good" continued B'Elanna in the same calm tones, "Now I want you to lie down and close your eyes, and try to let your mind go blank." The captain obeyed the lieutenant.

Next B'Elanna instructed Kathryn on her breathing, patiently waiting until she had got the hang of the deep measured respiration that was an integral part of the technique. "Good" she encouraged, "that's very good, Kathryn, just keep doing that." She slowed her speech, knowing that that in itself would have a tranquilising effect as well as giving Janeway more time to understand her words. She was very aware of the need not to surprise Kathryn in any way so it was important that she took in any information given her about what B'Elanna was about to do. "Alright" B'Elanna told her as she reached out, "I'm going to take your hand now."

Janeway's hand and arm were rigid, but the young woman supressed her reaction once more, and cradled the elbow, forearm and hand in her own two hands. "Try to let the tension out of your arm, Kathryn" she encouraged, "imagine it's so heavy you can't hold it up anymore. Just give it up, hand over all the strength to me and let your arm flop. Come on.......let it go." Her voice continued in its low, soothing, honey-like tones until eventually Janeway's arm began relax, very, very slowly. "That's good, Kathryn" she encouraged when she felt the tension begin to ease and the arm becoming heavier, "that's it...let it go, just let it aaall go......gooood." When she had finally succeeded in relaxing Kathryn enough to let arms go limp and fall to her sides, she stood up, took off her boots and said quietly "I'm going to lift you up now so I can get behind you. Don't try to help, don't move at all, just let me do everything, okay?" "Okay" came the feint reply, but when B'Elanna put her hands on the back of the captain's shoulders and began to lift her, there was an immediate tensing of the muscles as Kathryn's body automatically prepared to raise itself, so B'Elanna lowered her back to the sofa. "Sorry" Janeway groaned, "automatic reaction, I guess."
"That's okay, Kathryn, don't worry about a thing."

At the fourth attempt, B'Elanna managed to raise Janeway without elliciting a response, and knelt on the sofa behind her, gently levering the captain's body back until it was leaning against her own. She could feel Kathryn holding her upper body stiff and began to soothe her into relaxing it. "Can you feel that you're holding yourself up Kathryn? Just let go and allow yourself to sink back into me......that's it, that's much better" she added as the tension began to ebb.

B'Elanna began by working on the knotty shoulders and neck, initially elliciting cries of pain from the captain. Using her 'soothing voice' as her mother had called it, she talked her patient through it, reminding her to relax and let go and not to resist the kneeding of her strong fingers. She used her whole body to manouvre Kathryn's body into the required positions, making sure the movements were slow and smooth and always supporting Kathryn's head as if it were that of a newborn baby that had not yet mastered its muscles. Eventually, B'Elanna was able to soothe and massage Janeway into a state of complete relaxation and smiled a little to herself as she felt the full weight of the captain sink into her. Under her mother's tutelage she had learnt to recognise the physiological signs of the chemical and psychological changes that took place during pIv HOT. She knew that Janeway's body, now totally relaxed, was starting to heal itself and that she was under the influence of the sedative chemicals whose production had been stimulated by B'Elanna's fingers. She knew too that Janeway was now unaware of her surroundings and that she would not take in anything B'Elanna might say, so she continued working in silence.

Leaning forward slowly, she eased Kathryn up into a sitting position, allowing the auburn head to drop gently back onto her shoulder. Then, when she had made sure there was no renewal of tension anywhere else in the captain's body, B'Elanna put one hand on each side of Kathryn's head and gently lifted it up. She rolled it around slowly clockwise and then anti-clockwise, working to restore a full range of movement to the muscles of the neck. She noticed, however, that movement to the left was restricted and feeling along the length of the right side of Kathryn's neck, located the muscle that had not let go of its knotts. She reached her left arm across Janeway' chest to her right shoulder and shifted their weight over to the left so that Janeway's head sunk into her left bicep, exposing the right side of her neck to B'Elanna's touch. As she began to work on the affected muscle, she gradually became aware of Janeway's warm, steady, contented breath on her arm and a ripple of desire went through her. As she continued to knead at Kathryn's neck she noticed how it curved gracefully down to the elegant shoulders, how the perfect skin glistened attractively with the Sar'naQ oil, how the vest top plunged just enough so that from this position she had a tantalising view of the soft cleavage and the curve of the captain's breasts. 'Kahless!' she thought to herself 'get a grip, B'Elanna!' She had lost count of the number of times she had practised this skill, and this had never happened before, she had never been turned on by it but she realised with considerable discomfort that she was becoming wet between her legs and that her nipples were hardening against the captain's back. Hoping to the gods that the captain wasn't aware enough to notice, she took a deep breath and pushed the idea out of her mind, this was definitely something to think about later, not while she was touching the gorgeous Kathryn Janeway so intimately. She forced herself to concentrate.

Having relieved the stress in Janeway's neck B'Elanna shifted her balance expertly so that the captain's head rested on her chest and moved her hands up into the luscious auburn hair, refusing to allow herself the pleasure of feeling it's silken texture. She massaged the scalp tenderly and then leant back a little to gain better access to the temples and sinuses. A soft moan came from Kathryn's lips and a deep breath followed, but these were not sounds of distress. "Mmmm......B'Elanna!" the captain whispered breathily, her speach slow and a little slurred "That...is...so...good,.... my love." B'Elanna's breath caught in her throat and she smiled despite her shock. She knew that Janeway was completely unaware of her words; she had heard people say all sorts of things when they were in this state, sometimes quite amusing things, but this coming from Kathryn made B'Elanna's heart skip a couple of beats. Another sigh and a moan of contentment escaped the captain's lips and B'Elanna knew she could not go on and she was done anyway. As she leant forward to get off the sofa she couldn't stop her eye drifting down Janeway's chest and she caught her breath again as she noticed that the captain's nipples were as erect as her own. She laughed silently to herself, shook her head and lifted Kathryn gently forward, slipping out from behind her. Cradling the captain's head and shoulders, B'Elanna lowered her gently down onto the sofa and straightened up to gaze down at the totally relaxed form. She stretched her own body and then picked up the towel and perched on the edge of the sofa, reaching out to wipe the oil from Janeway's arms, neck and face. As she gently wiped Kathryn's cheek she saw a smile form on the captain's lips and then, to B'Elanna's utter joy and amazement Kathryn turned her face into B'Elanna's hand, nuzzled it and planted the softest of kisses on the inside of the wrist. "Thank you, my darling" the captain whispered, never opening her eyes, and then B'Elanna knew from the change in her breathing that Kathryn had fallen asleep.

B'Elanna was stunned. She continued to sit on the edge of the couch, frozen to the spot, unable to move. 'My darling!?' her mind repeated in amazement, 'my love?!'......."My gods!" she said aloud, standing up and backing away from the sofa. "Calm down, B'Elanna" she told herself softly but firmly. "She....she doesn't know what she's saying." She took a deep breath and added "just get over it." Having made the decision she became professional again and, after wiping her oily hands, put her turtleneck and jacket back on and walked out onto the bridge. She looked around and seeing the first officer called "Chakotay, could I see you for a minute?"
"Sure, B'Elanna" he replied, walking up to where she stood in front of the open Ready Room door. When he was standing before her she motioned with her eyes over to the couch and a broad smile lit up his face.
"Thank the gods!" he sighed in relief, "How did you manage it?"
"Well, as the Warrior Princess used to say, 'I have many skills'"
Chakotay smiled and said to the air "Computer, site to site transport. Lock on to Captain Janeway's signal and transport her directly to the bed in her quarters. Block all messages to her." The computer bleeped its acknowledgement and the sleeping form on the couch dissolved into thin air.

* * * * * *

She awoke in the embrace of a soft orgasm, gentle ripples of pleasure running over her body. In her dreams B'Elanna had made love to her with strong but tender hands and a hot wet mouth. A shiver went down her spine at the memory. She had never known such peace and contentment; she was floating on an ocean of tranquillity. She let out a long deep breath and tried to raise herself, but she found her body boneless and heavy and she was unable even to lift her head. Her quiet husky voice spoke slowly into the air, still a little slurred with sleep and sedation. "Computer, location of Lt. Torres?"
"Lt. Torres is in her quarters."
"Janeway to Torres" she enquired of the air.
"Well, hello Captain, you're awake."
"Just barely" Janeway replied groggily, "What did you do to me?"
She could hear the smile in B'Elanna's voice, "Are you having a little trouble getting up? Well don't worry about it, it's completely normal. Don't try to move, I'll be right there. Torres out."

B'Elanna entered the captain's quarters wearing a mask of confidence and reassurance that belied the nervous fluttering in her stomach. She stood in the doorway to the bedroom looking down at the motionless form on the bed with a mixture of appreciation and apprehension as she felt the desire welling up in her once more. Eventually the captain turned her face slowly and her eyes fluttered open to gaze on the handsome Klingon. "Good morning, Captain" B'Elanna said with a quirk of her eyebrow.
"Morning!?" the captain drawled, "have I slept through the whole night?!"
"Uh, you could say that, ma'am. Actually you've slept through two nights. Thirty-nine hours, to be exact."
Janeway's mouth dropped open at the revelation "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, trying to raise her heavy body, "I have to get to the bridge!"
B'Elanna strode over and placed gentle but firm hands on Kathryn's shoulders, restraining her, "Take it easy, Captain. You have to give yourself time."
Janeway sank into the bed. "What's wrong with me?" she asked, "Why can't I move?"
"There's nothing wrong with you, Captain. The techiniques used in pIv HOT stimulate the production of a natural sedative in the body. In Klingon's the effect is not this great and even in a human the effects would usually have worn off by now. But it's nothing to worry about. It's your body's way of telling you to slow down. You really should heed the warning, ma'am."
"Yes, Lieutenant" Janeway teased with a smile.

B'Elanna sat down on the bed and asked "How's your head now, Captain?"
"Wonderful! There's no pain at all. I'm a little lightheaded though."
"That'll wear off soon. Just lie still for a while longer, until you can feel your strength returning. It won't take long." Kathryn settled a little deeper into the softness of the bed and smiled in gratitude that she didn't have to get up yet and break the spell.
"B'Elanna, you're a genius, an artist." she said.
The Klingon laughed, a deep gravelly sound that made Janeway shudder, "Hardly" she replied.
"No, I mean it. I haven't felt this good, this relaxed since the day I stranded us here."
"I'm glad, ma'am."
They chatted for a while, B'Elanna advising Janeway on how to look after herself better so she didn't get into this state of intolerable stress again, until she announced that the captain was ready to get up, "but don't make any sudden moves, alright?" she added with authority.
"I don't think I could."

B'Elanna helped Janeway to slide forward so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. Next she tried to stand but she moved too quickly and B'Elanna had to catch her before she crumpled onto the floor. She found herself being hauled to her feet by strong Klingon arms and felt the warm steadying hands on her waist, stopping her swaying at the same moment as it almost stopped her heart. "Whoa!" she said, grabbing B'Elanna for support, shaking the dizziness from her head.
"It's okay, Captain, you're just a little spaced out" she heard in deep Klingon tones, "It'll pass." It did pass and in a few minutes Janeway was standing erect, her head clear, her body strong and calm, relaxed but confident. She felt so strong and centered and clearheaded she hardly felt like the same person. Her hands, however, still held B'Elanna's biceps and the Klingon hands stll held her slim hips, long after Janeway had regained her balance and they had ceased to be needed there. Then their eyes met and locked in an intense, deep gaze which seemed to last forever.

They stood, unable and unwilling to break the spell that held them captive. B'Elanna felt Kathryn's grip on her biceps tighten a little, those luscious lips parting slightly in anticipation, and a pang of longing and desire rushed through her blood. They both knew it was inevitible, they could feel eachother's lips drawing them on, calling them. Tentatively B'Elanna bent closer to Kathryn, moving her hands around to the small of the captain's back. She paused, deepening their eye contact and, in a voice husky with desire, she said "Captain, if you're not sure about this you'd better order me out of here right now, before it's too late."
Janeway's hands released their grip and moved up her firm chest, round her neck and into her thick dark hair. "I can't do that, Lieutenant" she answered breathily as she guided B'Elanna's lips the short distance to her own. The kiss was tender but hungry, deepening quickly after the initial tentative exploration, until they were both breathless and shaky with passion. As they moved closer into eachother's arms and began a second kiss.....
"Chakotay to the captain." They froze mid kiss and Janeway let her head drop to B'Elanna's shoulder in resignation, feeling a soft kiss planted in her hair.
"Go ahead, Commander" she replied with a sigh.
"Oh Captain, you're awake, I thought I should check before ringing your doorchime and disturbing you" "How thoughtful" she said, with an ironic smile at B'Elanna and she extricated herself reluctantly from the young woman's embrace. "Computer, open door."

Chakotay entered with his usual broad beam adorning his face. He was suprised at B'Elanna's presence but didn't show it, congenially acknowledging her. "Hello, B'Elanna, come to check on your patient?"
"Something like that" she replied, "but I see she's fine so I'd better be getting on."
"Isn't it your day off?" enquired the first officer.
"Uh, yes.....but I have plans, so I'll leave you to it. Captain," she turned her eyes on Kathryn, shivering a little as her gaze was returned, "Don't work too hard."
Janeway smiled "I'll try not to, Lieutenant....and thank you."
B'Elanna nodded stiffly "ma'am.....Commander" and then turned and walked to the door, feeling Kathryn's eyes on her as she went. When the doors closed behind her she collapsed against the bulkhead and let out the breath she had been holding. The events of the past few minutes whirling round in her head. She was confused and astounded by what had happened, but she couldn't help smiling inanely at the memory of it.

* * * * * *

Janeway got back to work immediately. She stepped onto the bridge refreshed, relaxed and unflappable, graciously acknowledging the "Captain on the bridge" and the welcome of the relieved crew. She heard reports and dealt with the minor problems that had arisen in her absence quickly and efficiently. She did, however, make sure that she took short but regular breaks and it was during one of those breaks that, sitting on the sofa with a steaming mug of coffee in her hand, her mind wandered onto the subject of B'Elanna Torres. How could she have been so blind? How could she not have recognised her feelings for this amazing young woman? Perhaps she had been so adamant about not fraternizing with the crew, that her determination had shut her eyes to the truth. It occured to her that what she was feeling may be a classic case of tranference, after all the woman had cured her stress and the headache that had been plaguing her for days. But no, she knew damn well that that was not what was happening here. The massage had merely made her shed her inhibitions and fears, had broken down the walls that had kept her from the knowledge of herself and of her heart. She now saw with perfect clarity the depth of her love and the futility of denying it.

At the same moment B'Elanna was thinking of the captain. She was leaning against a rock on a deserted South American beach, looking up at the twinkling stars that bejewelled the night sky. But she didn't see stars, she saw the deep green eyes of Kathryn Janeway gazing at her longingly; instead of the gentle lapping of the waves on the beach she heard the soft moans that her kiss had ellicited from Kathryn; and when the cool water bagan to lap at her naked toes she felt Kathryn's hot wet mouth in their place. She closed her eyes and reached down between her legs to the tingling bud of nerve endings and began to rub herself, imagining all the time that it was Kathryn's tounge that was pushing her towards the edge. When she came her usual exclamation of "Khaless!" was replaced by the sweetest name in the universe, "Kathryn!"

When B'Elanna's time on the holodeck expired she wandered absently down the corridor towards the turbolift with a smile of joy on her face. The curious looks of the crew members that passed her didn't penetrate her thoughts, which were all of love. She had no idea what she was going to do and she knew this could lead to unimaginable pain. She knew that this couldn't happen and she would have to be content with the beautiful fantasy, but for now all she could feel was happiness as the image of Kathryn's smile filled her mind. The turbolift doors opened and she found herself looking into those beloved eyes, and returning the smile beneath them even as her heart skipped a few beats. A moment of silent hesitation and she stepped into the turbolift and stood beside Janeway awkwardly. As soon as the turbolift started moving Janeway ordered "Computer, halt turbolift" and turned to face B'Elanna. "B'Elanna, I think we have to talk."
The Klingon stiffened "Yes, ma'am" she said formally, making Janeway frown.
"Don't..." the captain said softly, "B'Elanna don't do that, not after what we shared earlier. I know you felt it too. You did, didn't you?"
"Yes" the younger woman sighed and closed her eyes in anticipation of the rebuff. "Captain.... I..I'm sorry."
"No!" Janeway said, laying a hand on B'Elanna's drooping shoulder, "Don't be sorry, I'm not. It was so beautiful," her other hand came up to raise B'Elanna's chin and she surveyed the features with appreciation, "like you" she added with a smile.
B'Elanna shivered, she knew what was comming and her throat went dry "but?...." she prompted.
The captain's smile broadened, "there's no 'but', B'Elanna," and she laughed at the look of astonishment on the Klingon's face. "I guess I....I have to confess to you now...something I never realised myself until that incredible thing you did for me, that wonderful gift you gave me..." she paused, moving her hand up to stroke B'Elanna's cheek and hair, "and I drempt about you" she continued in softer tones, "about you making love to me....and it was so beautiful. I knew then as I know now that what I was feeling was not gratitude or friendly affection. I...I'm in love with you, B'Elanna. I've always loved you, since the day you came onto my ship and into my life and turned both of us upside down."

B'Elanna was paralysed "C..Captain," she stuttered in amazement, and Kathryn laughed softly
"I think when we're alone you should call me Kathryn" she allowed.
B'Elanna took a deep breath, unable to believe what she was about to say. "Kathryn" she began "I..I don't see how this can work. I mean, you're the captain and I'm...."
Kathryn placed a gentle hand on B'Elanna's lips to stop her "If you love me, none of that matters. ....Do you?"
"I never thought about it until......I...I don't know what to say, it's so complitcated."
"No, B'Elanna, it's very simple.....just say yes or no. If it's no it'll break my heart but I guess I'll get over it....if it's yes then we'll make it simple.....I want to know B'Elanna... Do you love me?"
The Klingon turned, took Janeway in her arms and let all her feelings for this woman shine unhindered in her eyes. She put a hand on Kathryn's cheek, making small movements with her thumb
"Oh gods yes," she whispered against Kathryn's lips, "with all that I am." Janeway closed her eyes in relief, put her hand over B'Elanna's and turned to kiss the inside of B'Elanna's wrist.
"Did you know you've done that once before?" asked the Klingon, with a glint in her eye, laughing at the puzzlement on Janeway's face.
"What? When?"
"When you were nearly unconscious after the pIv HOT, you thanked me and called me 'my darling' and then you kissed my wrist."
"Oh gods" Kathryn giggled, burying her face in B'Elanna's chest, in embarassement. After a while she looked up, smiling "You see what you do to me?"
"Lady," B'Elanna smirked "you ain't seen nothin' yet" and she bent to kiss her captain tenderly on the lips.
Tears of relief and happiness slipped from the corners of Kathryn's eyes, "Oh, my love.." she whispered before the kiss deepened "Take me....take me right here....please."
B'Elanna pulled back a little and a radiant smile broke on her face. "Yes, ma'am!" she replied.

Without further cermony Janeway found herself pinned against the wall of the turbolift, hungry Klingon hands running the length of her torso and kneading at her breasts, a hot, ravenous mouth devouring her lips and her neck. In a moment her jacket was off and her turtleneck was being ripped over her head. "Oh gods...B'Elanna I want....to feel.... your skin," she gasped through her passion, tearing at the gold and black jacket. B'Elanna removed her hands from Kathryn so that her jacket could be slid off, but took her lips from the pulsing neck only for the second it took to divest her of her turtleneck. Kathryn cried out as the sharp Klingon teeth bit into her neck, and a rough tongue licked at the wound. The pain of the bite was unlike any other, so sweet, so sensual; she gasped into B'Elanna's ear "does that mean I'm yours now?"
"Yes....all mine."
"Thank god!" she sighed, burying her hands in B'Elanna's hair and clutching at her head.

They kissed and kissed, unable to get enough of eachother. B'Elanna's hand went down to lift Kathryn's leg around her waist, and the other followed it so that the captain sat on B'Elanna's hips as she leant against the wall. The Klingon's hands tore the vest top from the trousers and moved up Janeway's body, pushing her bra up to gain access to the lovely breasts beneath. The captain inhaled sharply as B'Elanna's fingers pinched and teased her nipples "Oh yes!" she trembled, "gods, B'Elanna, yes....that's so good." B'Elanna began thrusting her crotch into Kathryn's, grinding and pumping, harder and harder until she was wet with passion and could feel her own orgasm mounting. Janeway was in ecstacy and she thrashed wildy as she rode up and down on B'Elanna's hips, every thrust sending increasingly powerful flashes of lightening through her body. She clutched B'Elanna tightly, her fingers digging into the Klingon's muscled back. As the tension mounted to unbearable heights she buried her face in B'Elanna's neck and moaned. She was comming with a vengance and there was no stopping it even if she had wanted to. B'Elanna's teeth biting into her nipple while her free hand pinched the other one, sent shock waves through her that met the incredible tension in her clit and exploded on contact, starting a chain reaction that racked her whole body with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. "Aaaaaagh!.... B'Elaaaannaaa!" she screamed as she came in a massive gush that almost stopped her heart. She rode the endless aftershocks, moaning with every contraction of her sopping sex, and when they had finally subsided and they were panting into eachother's necks, B'Elanna let her down, her knees almost buckling as her feet touched the floor. "Gods!" Kathryn panted, raising her eyes to B'Elanna's "I knew you'd be incredible, I knew it" and she took B'Elanna's face in her hands and showered it with feathery kisses.

They stayed locked in eachother's embrace, luxuriating in the warmth and comfort of their love, until Janeway realised where they were and wondered how long they'd been there. "I guess I should get to the bridge" she said, "will you come to my quarters tonight? I have to see you."
"Just try and stop me" smiled the satiated Klingon.