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Playing With Fire
"B'Elanna, please, we have to talk about this!" The captain's voice was desperate as she interposed herself between the door and the retreating young woman.
They had been going on like this for weeks, since their admission of mutual love and desire and their first tentative kisses. They had become platonic lovers, romantic friends who did nothing more than kiss and hold eachother, even though they both burned with the almost crippling need for more. Whenever they got close to making full-blown love, however, B'Elanna would retreat, make some excuse and leave, and when Janeway had finally insisted on an explanation B'Elanna had admitted she was afraid of hurting her. "I may be half human," she had explained, "but I make love like a Klingon, I can't control myself. You have no idea what you'd be getting yourself into, Kathryn. Once we'd started there'd be no going back, no changing your mind, no stopping. I.....I don't want to repulse you and I certainly don't want to hurt you." Seeing the self-loathing in B'Elanna's eyes, Janeway had let it go for a while, but no longer. She wanted Torres with a passion she had never felt in her life and, knowing the younger woman felt the same, she wasn't about to give it up for the sake of saving herself a few bruises. Janeway reached out for the young woman's face but her wrist was immediately caught in a tight grasp, making her cry out with the shock and pain of the grip. Her instinct was to struggle, but she crushed that instinct as surely as B'Elanna was crushing her wrist as she was backed up into the bulkhead. She flinched as the Klingon grabbed her other wrist roughly, pinning both her limbs to the wall and asking raspily, "is this what you wanted, Kathryn?" Was it what she wanted? She had to admit she was afraid as she looked into B'Elanna's wild gaze, but she was also incredibly stimulated. Was she, in some perverse way, turned on by the very brutality and aggression that B'Elanna so hated in herself? "I...I want you" she panted, almost sobbing with arousal. Torres stared into her eyes, searchingly, and then with a supreme effort, tore herslef away and moved to the other side of the room, her back to the motionless captain. She was shaking with lust as she held onto the table for support, knowing that she had to get out of here before she lost all control of herself. "I want you, too" she panted, "but I want you too much." She turned to face Janeway, imploring her with the last of her will "it's dangerous, Kathryn...you..you have to let me...g..go." Slowly the captain began to shake her head, her expression shocked but determined. Her wrist throbbed where the young woman had gripped it and she knew if she went through with this, there would be greater pains to come, but the pleasure she knew Torres could give her would be greater still, she was sure of that, and her desire for the woman was threatening to overwhelm her completely. "No, B'Elanna," she said firmly, "I want you, I need you right now. Please, take me." B'Elanna growled and bared her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut against the demands of her friend and of her body. She grabbed the table behind her with an iron grip, trying to prevent herself from springing at the other woman. But it was Janeway who sprang, covering the distance between them at a run she drew back her arm and swiped the young engineer with a stinging back-hander, sreaming "TAKE ME!" and sending Torres reeling into the wall. The young woman turned, her eyes glazed over with surprise and burning with passion. The captain strode up to her and prepared to strike again but she was too quick and she caught the wrist once more, using her other hand to strike back, decking the captain with the strength of her blow. All control shattered, the Klingon pounced. She launched herself at the prostrate woman with a loud snarl and pinned her to the floor, jerking her wrists above her head. Her nostrils flared as she took in the heady scent of Kathryn's arousal and, grasping the front of the captain's T-shirt, she tore it from her body in one movement. Janeway cried out as sharp, Klingon teeth sank deep into her cheek, and B'Elanna drank her blood, "qaDoQ!" she exclaimed, throatily, "you are mine!" Soon those same sharp teeth descended to her rigid nipple, and a searing fire ignited deep inside her. "Agh, God! B'Elanna!" she screamed, her hands sinking into the dark ringlets and holding B'Elanna's head tightly as she suckled and bit. The Klingon's left hand found her other breast and began to knead it roughly, making the captain wince and whimper. When Torres' mouth began to descend, her other hand found the breast it had just vacated and Janeway found both her nipples being pinched, pulled and twisted painfully hard. "Aaaghaa!" she screamed as the heat and pain flashed through her chest and, involuntarily, she grabbed B'Elanna's wrists and tried to pull her hands away but they only left her breasts when they moved down to yank Janeway's trousers from her quivering body. The ensuing sex was more like a battle. Janeway automatically faught against the Klingon's violent attentions, struggling in her steely grasp as she tried to escape, but her resistance only stoked the Klingon's fires of passion. She growled and snarled in pleasure, actually smiling and laughing when the panicked captain scratched her face, drawing blood, and scrambled to her feet. She backed up uncertainly and the Klingon leapt up and paced before her like a wild animal stalking its prey, her nostrils flaring, her eyes burning. Fear and overwhelming desire faught for supremecy in Janeway's racing mind and tears stung her eyes. B'Elanna licked her lips and smiled wickedly as she lurched forward, grabbed the naked Janeway and spun her around, pushing her into the wall. Janeway gasped as the Klingon's fingernails raked down her back and a shiver of arousal stabbed her. B'Elanna dropped to her knees to lick and nibble at the smoothe skin of her butt, before spinning her around once more and standing up to capture her lips in a violently invasive kiss. The captain tried to give as good as she got, but suddenly and completely without warning, agony tore through her as B'Elanna's fist pounded up into her well-lubricated passage. The pain was incredible but she could not push it away for the pleasure that was building inside her with the thrusting hand was too intense. She held on to B'Elanna so tightly that her fingernails sank into the woman's back, drawing blood and a grunt of pleasure from the Klingon. As the tension in her grew insupportable, her fingernails ripped down the Klingon's back, tearing the flesh, a howl of pleasure errupting from her chest. "Aaaahhh, B..B'Elaaaannaaa!" she screamed, holding onto the woman for dear life and clamping her teeth onto the her shoulder. When the mighty orgasm hit, it was like a frieght train slamming into her, stealing her breath, her thoughts, her sanity, and unltimatly her consciousness. She came round in B'Elanna's arms, the young woman gazing anxiously down at her. They were both bloodied and bruised and Janeway could now tell that her wrist was broken, but the pain seemed irrelevant. When she noticed the tears shining in B'Elanna's eyes she dragged herself up and took her in her arms, rocking her gently. "I'm so sorry, Kathryn" the young woman whimpered.
They pulled apart slightly so that they could kiss tenderly. Janeway's hands were cupping the younger woman's face and when B'Elanna took them in her own hands to gently tug them around her neck, Janeway flinched and gasped. "What is it?" asked the Klingon anxiously, wincing with guilt at the captain's reply that her wrist was broken.
The End SW
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