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ONE Gradually....lazily consciousness crept over B'Elanna Torres's brain. As she became aware of her surroundings, a vague memory formed in her mind: a sudden energy drain - a loss of power - a computer malfunction - a desperate attempt to regain control of the shuttle as it was caught in the pull of the planet - speeding through the atmosphere, the sky, the trees - and then.... blackness. She tried to sit up, but at her first movement a searing pain ripped through her, shoving her
back down onto the deck, gasping for breath. Unwilling to repeat the experience, she lay still,
her mind running through all the possibilities for action and instinctively she called out to
the other crew member who had been with her on this trip, "Captain.." no reply, "Captain
Janeway?" still nothing. 'Oh Gods' she thought in desperation 'please let her be alive'.
"Computer," she demanded breathlessly, waiting for the familiar bleep, before she continued,
"Location of Captain Janeway?"
She had to get to the captain, she had to get her out of here. She took a few deep breaths and willed herself to get up, riding the vast wave of pain that gushed over her and steadying herself against the bulkhead. She could see the prone form of the captain slumped over the console and staggered over, every step wrenching pain from the gaping wound in her side. When she reached her captain's seat, she sank to her knees, clutching at her blood-soaked flank. Janeway was bleeding too, from a gash in her forehead. The blood was crawling down her face and seeping into the collar of her turtleneck, but she was unaware. B'Elanna felt for a pulse and found it still strong; she breathed out with relief, realising that though the captain would probably have a concussion, the injury was not life-threatening. She turned her attention to finding a way out of the situation. Fighting the waves of pain and nausea she stumbled to the shuttle's hatch and looked outside. They were lodged in a gorge with walls of sheer rock towering above them on each side. Despairingly she looked up, trying to see what was above the cliffs, but there seemed to be no end to the rockface. There was sky above and light poured down on her, but there was no top to the cliffs that she could see. She scanned the grey walls; they were rugged, with plenty of footholds and narrow ledges, under normal circumstances climbing them would present no great problem to the fit young Klingon, but these were not normal circumstances. She was weak and getting weaker by the minute as her lifeblood flowed out of her, the cliffs went on forever....and then there was the captain. The task was beginning to seem impossible when she noticed a dark patch on the wall of rock above her. There was a gap in the rock about 40 feet up, it looked like the entrance to a cave. Perhaps if she could just make it that far, they would be sheltered from the blast. It seemed to be their only hope. * * * * * * Kathryn's head was thumping and the side of her face was cold and wet. She let out a groan as
dizziness and nausea mingled in her heavy brain, giving her the impression that she was upside
down. She heard a rough voice from somewhere under her. "Captain....don't move."
When the noise and heat had gone, Janeway nudged at B'Elanna "It's over now, Lieutenant", there was no response. "B'Elanna, let me up", but B'Elanna's body was heavy and motionless and when she rolled B'Elanna over and raised herself up she saw that her chief engineer was unconscious and that her whole side was a yawning, bloody mass. * * * * * * B'Elanna floated on a sea of blinding pain. Drifting in and out of semi-consciousness she was
only dimly aware of her surroundings, but she fought stubbornly against the darkness and
gradually she became aware that she was still in the cave. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing
with every breath, and whispered "Captain..?" If Janeway had not been sitting right beside the
supine body of her chief engineer she would not have heard the call.
Janeway leant over B'Elanna and pushed aside the hairs that were clinging to her glistening
forehead. "Don't worry about anything. Just try to rest." B'Elanna was shuddering, her breath
rasping and rattling in her chest. Janeway continued slowly and gently "I've reconfigured your
commbadge to send out a distress call. Voyager should be here within a couple of hours. You have
to hang on till then, okay?"
Janeway was desperate at the thought of loosing B'Elanna, her head swam with it till she was dizzy. "Oh God, B'Elanna, please. I don't know if you can hear me but I have to believe you can. Please fight....please." The tears were welling up and a lump had formed in her throat. "I should have told you long ago how much I love you," she sobbed,"how much I need you...... I can't loose you now. I can't live without you........please." TWO A gentle touch on her shoulder brought Kathryn Janeway out of her melancholy reverie. "Captain...
.." came the voice of the holographic doctor, with more tenderness than usual, "may I speak with
you for a moment?" Janeway turned from her study of the comatose B'Elanna and looked up at him
with tired, pain-filled eyes. "Of course, Doctor" she replied wearily.
* * * * * * "Well" announced the doctor five minutes later, after examining Kathryn's injury, "I don't think
there's any permanent damage; though you'll probably have a nasty headache for a few days."
Kathryn raised her head with a jerk and stared at him, startled. "How...." she stuttered, "how
did you know?"
* * * * * * Kathryn awoke suddenly, a stab of panic in her chest. "What is it, doctor? What's wrong?"
B'Elanna eyes were still closed, but small moans were escaping her lips and she was moving her
head slowly from side to side, wincing occasionally. "B'Elanna..." Kathryn crooned, as she laid
her hand over B'Elanna's and stroked her ridged forehead, "B'Elanna...it's alright...We're back
on Voyager. You're going to be okay." A sudden fear gripped her chest and she turned to the
doctor.
B'Elanna opened her eyes weakly and found the tear-filled eyes of her beloved Kathryn staring
into hers. "Captain," she murmured almost inaudibly, "what.....wha...."
* * * * * * The doors of the turbolift slid open and Seven of Nine entered. "Captain" she said in a voice
that always reminded Janeway of the computer, "I am glad you are feeling better."
The door hissed open and Janeway strode onto the bridge. She was determined to be businesslike
and not let her soaring emotions effect her command of the ship. She accepted the crew's
'welcome back' graciously and, having heard technical reports from Ops and Engineering, retired
to her ready room with Chakotay to hear his report of the last 24 hours. '24 hours', she mused,
'that's all it's been, and so much has changed.' She was almost annoyed to discover from
Chakotay that nothing had changed on board Voyager. 'Something should have changed,' she thought,
'there should be some acknowledgement. But what did you expect? A great renaissance? That the
whole crew would have undergone some kind of enlightening rebirth, merely because you have.'
She smiled at herself and raised her coffee cup. "Kathryn?" Chakotay was puzzled.
"Kathryn, what is it you're worried about?"
During this speech she had moved away to stare out of the window, but now she turned to face
him in amazement. "Guilty! Why?"
After a while he looked up and said loudly "Chakotay to the doctor."
* * * * * * B'Elanna was indeed sitting up when Janeway entered the sickbay. She was obviously still tired
but the colour had returned to her face and her breathing was strong and regular. Janeway beamed
as B'Elanna turned to look at her. "Well," she said, "look at you!"
THREE B'Elanna lay on the sofa in Janeway's quarters reading from a padd. At least, she was trying to
read, but it seemed she had been over the same passage again and again, not able to take it in,
and her eyes where beginning to close yet again. She put down the padd and sat up, carefully
swinging her legs onto the floor, for though the pain was gone now, she had become so used to
it that she was instinctively wary of moving. 'Why can't I stay awake?' she asked herself.
'It's lack of exercise, that's what it is. I need to be doing something.' She was not used to this sedantary lifestyle and she could feel the frustration and unused
energy beginning to build. She had to do something. "Torres to the doctor," she called into the
aether.
Kathryn didn't look up when the door of her Ready Room chimed, merely uttering her customary
"Come" before taking a sip of her coffee. She heard the door slide open and then was
immediately flooded with a now familiar sense of peace and calm that made her smile. She raised
her eyes from the padd and was struck breathless by the beauty standing in her doorway. B'Elanna
had dressed in casual trousers and a short vest that gave a tantalising glimpse of midriff and
accentuated her perfect, athletic shape. The young engineer smiled at the obvious effect she had
had on the captain and asked quietly "May I come in?"
A radiant smile shone on Kathryn's face. She was so happy she thought her heart would explode
at any minute. She let out a long sigh and moved into B'Elanna's arms. "You don't have to.
Tonight....tonight, my love." The second kiss was so soft it made them both ache, but they
reigned in their passion and B'Elanna allowed herself to be led to the sofa. "Now," Kathryn
sounded businesslike suddenly, "You lie down here." B'Elanna took a breath to protest that she
had been lying down too long, but her first word was stopped by the captain's raised hand. "No
argument, Lieutenant. Rest. You'll need all your strength tonight."
* * * * * * When B'Elanna awoke she found herself covered with a warm blanket. The Ready Room was empty and
the lights dimmed. She smiled to herself, thinking of Kathryn, her ministering angel. How well
that loving woman had cared for her during her recuperation. Holding her when she was in pain,
bathing her, feeding her, looking after her as a mother would. But she knew the feelings Kathryn
had for her were far from maternal, and as for her own feelings....well, she certainly didn't
see Kathryn as a mother figure. She knew that many of the crew did look on the captain that way,
but she had never been one of them. She had wanted that woman from the first time she'd laid
eyes on her, wanted her with a vengeance! She realised now that that was why she had initially
made the captain's life so hard. Well, she was certainly going to make up for that behaviour now! "Computer, time?" she asked the darkness.
'Dammit!' she thought as she hurried down the hallway. She had wanted to be there waiting for
Kathryn when she got home, wearing something seductive, a beautiful meal ready to be eaten by
candlelight. She had wanted this first time to be special. By the time she arrived at the door to the quarters she now shared with Kathryn, she was out
of breath and flustered. The door slid open at her approach, its sensor recognising her as one
of the occupants of these particular quarters. The room was dark, except for the dancing light
of the candles scattered around, and the soft tones of a Tarkelian love song floated on the air.
The table was set, a lovely arrangement of red roses at its centre. She smiled silently 'I
should have known' she thought and then she saw Kathryn and the sight quite simply........took
her breath away. The captain was reclining on the sofa, wearing a long dress of dark green velvet held up by the
most delicate silken straps, a long split all the way up one side. One knee was raised through
the split, giving B'Elanna a maddening sight of her smooth, tanned skin. One naked arm was
draped casually over her stomach and the other hung over the arm of the couch, playing absently
with the fringing of a cushion. The look in her eyes was one of raw but controlled desire, as
she gazed at the panting young woman who stood frozen at the door. B'Elanna was mesmerised. She wanted to fall to her knees and worship this heavenly creature that
lay before her, her eyes so inviting. She took a deep breath and walked slowly over to the
couch, fighting the urge to run over and ravage Kathryn on the spot. Her Klingon instincts
were raging through her blood, but she was determined to do this right. 'Down girl!' she warned
herself. The young woman crouched down in front of the couch and reached out to caress Kathryn's lips
with her thumb, savouring the soft lips and tongue that greeted it. "Thank you..." she said
softly, "You are so beautiful." Kathryn smiled, silently. She was already trembling as
B'Elanna's hand ran slowly down her neck. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto
the soft cushions. B'Elanna rose to sit beside her and gathered her into strong, aching arms.
Oh gods! The scent of her, the sweet, soft, electrifying feel of her skin. The half Klingon felt
her human control ebbing away and a sudden fear overtook her. She sprang up and moved away from
the couch. Kathryn was startled by the sudden retreat. "What is it?" she asked breathlessly.
B'Elanna's chest heaved with desire, "Kathryn, it could be dangerous." Janeway's head was
swimming, she could hardly breathe as the slightest touch of B'Elanna's lips on hers set the
nerves tingling maddeningly all over her body, "It's the danger of you that turns me on so much,
B'Elanna. I want you to take me.....to devour me..... to possess me completely." B'Elanna
started to lower her back onto the sofa but Kathryn stopped her, summoning all her fading will
power. "Wait, my darling" she panted "aren't you hungry?"
* * * * * * The meal was delicious and turned into a feast not only of food but of outrageous flirting.
When they were finally full they moved over to the couch with their wine and relaxed. "You know,"
announced the captain, "I've done something very unprofessional. I've taken the day off tomorrow!"
FOUR Kathryn Janeway stood at the window looking out at the sea of stars, casually swinging her
wineglass before her. In all her life she had never felt this way. Never been so much in love
or so much in lust. How she could have resisted this for all these years was a mystery, but she
luxuriated in the knowledge that all that suppression was over with for good. The doors slid open, drawing her attention, and what she saw next made her drop her wineglass
and stare open-mouthed; for there, standing in the flickering light of the candles was a
magnificent Klingon warrior, complete with shining Bat'leth. The breath caught in her chest as
she looked the warrior up and down longingly. She wanted to run but she was paralysed by a
heady mixture of fear and desire and she leant back against the window, knowing she would faint
without its support. The glint of metal against tight black leather, the heavy boots, the
muscular naked arms, the gap in the bodice that gave a glimpse of a perfect cleavage, the wild
crimped hair, the Dhak'Tagh lying on the leather-clad thigh, and above all the eyes, the deep
intense eyes that bored through her heart. It was all too much. She felt the blood pounding
through her, rushing to its home between her legs. And then she heard the guttural growl
beginning to roll in B'Elanna's chest and she was overwhelmed. Her knees gave way, but strong
arms caught her and pulled her into the deepest kiss she had ever known. "Oh my love!" she
moaned "My Warrior!.....take me." She felt herself being swept off the floor, up into B'Elanna's
arms. She could feel the growling rumble in B'Elanna's chest rising and growing, making her
quiver with excitement, tinged with a delicious fear. The growling grew and grew until, flinging
her head back, the Klingon let out a great roar that seemed to go on forever. That roar took
with it all B'Elanna's fears and insecurities, her years of frustration and control, and when
they were all gone into the aether she looked down at the helpless goddess in her arms, turned
and strode towards the bedroom. * * * * * * B'Elanna flung her prize onto the bed, as easily as if Kathryn had been a rag doll. After the
weakness of the last days, this new-found strength raging in her felt so good. She stood for a
while, letting her eyes roam lasciviously over the perfect, lithe body that lay before her,
lingering on the chest as it rose and fell unevenly. Then she let her right hand drop to the
hilt of her dhak'Tagh and drew the small but deadly weapon from its resting place. She smiled
as she saw the fear flicker in Kathryn's eyes...fear mingled with a desire that rocked the
older woman's frame. The Klingon sat on the bed and bent her lips to Kathryn's neck, showering
the silken skin with gentle kisses that would not long remain gentle, then she brought the blade
up to cut the straps of the dress and slice the velvet fabric away from Kathryn's shuddering
body. There was no underwear, and B'Elanna smiled lustfully as her eyes finally alighted on that
long-imagined, gorgeous expanse of perfect flesh. She bent again, thrilling at the purr of
contentment her action produced. B'Elanna felt strong hands encircling her head an a thrill of power raced down her spine. She
raised her face to look Kathryn straight in the eyes and said "I want to taste your sweet blood."
The taste of her own blood from B'Elanna's lips was enticing, Through the pleasure of the kiss
she murmured "give me your blood, my lover." B'Elanna knew that human teeth would not be sharp
enough so she sat up, ripped open her bodice and brought the dagger up to her heaving chest.
She ran the razor sharp blade over her flesh, leaving a fine trail of blood in its wake and
then reached down to lift Kathryn up, to let her lick and suck at the wound. * * * * * * A sharp slap across her cheek brought Kathryn out of herself. B'Elanna was looming over her,
naked to the waist, her gorgeous full breasts gleaming with sweat. Kathryn saw the hand
descending for another blow and caught the wrist, bringing her other hand up to grab B'Elanna's
hair, pulling her head back roughly. "Aaagh! that's it, baby......fight me!" gasped B'Elanna,
and that was all the encouragement Kathryn needed. She lunged at B'Elanna's exposed neck,
licking and biting, eliciting moans of passion from her lover, and then suddenly she found
herself caught in those powerful arms and flung against the wall, the jarring thud sending
unexpected shivers of pleasure through her body. B'Elanna sprang at her, flipped her round and
shoved her against the wall, pressing her breasts firmly into Kathryn's back. She felt the
Klingon's rough tongue exploring her ear, then sharp teeth nibbling at her neck and shoulders.
She struggled to turn and face her partner, but B'Elanna grabbed her wrists and pulled them
above her head, pushing her harder against the cold wall. She was helpless, she could hardly
breath for the viscious, almost painful tingling in her clit. "Please," she gasped, the word
catching in her throat. She wrenched a wrist free and yanked B'Elanna's hand down to her
throbbing crotch. "Please.....B'Elaaaaaana!" The Klingon grabbed the heaving mound with a strange mixture of care and abandon. As her teeth
and tongue explored the gorgeous back, her fingers found the rock hard clitoris and began to
rub. Her other hand caught the tight nipple of Kathryn's left breast and began to squeeze and
roll it in her trembling fingers, thrilling to the moans of pleasure and desire her actions
ripped from Kathryn's chest. The surges of ecstasy coursing through her robbed her of breath
and she felt a desperate need for Kathryn's hands on her body. She spun the captain around to
face her, catching her lips in a passionate kiss. Kathryn's arms instinctively came up to encircle B'Elanna's head and back, and then she felt
hands gripping the backs of her thighs and she was lifted off the ground, her legs wrapping
themselves around B'Elanna's waist. B'Elanna lowered her hot mouth to Kathryn's breast and
began to suck and bite at her nipple, fondling the other one with her free hand. She thrust her
leather-clad crotch into Kathryn's faster and faster until she thought she would go mad with
the sweet torture of it. She cried out as Kathryn's nails tore down her back, ripping the flesh.
Kathryn's eyes were shut tight, wincing with pleasure and pain at every thrust. Neither of them
could get close enough, they wanted to be inside eachother, one body, one mind....one soul.
Their bodies shone with sweat and blood as B'Elanna turned with her shuddering load and fell
onto the bed. Kathryn's hand tore at her trousers and soon she was as naked as her lover, as they rolled
together on the crumpled sheets. They kissed and kissed, licking, sucking, nibbling, biting at
tongues and lips until they tasted eachother's blood. They entered eachother simultaneously,
crying out as they bucked and thrust against eachother. They could feel their own and eachother's
tension mounting and mounting, muscles clenching and straining for release. The tension was
unbearable and they both cried out to their gods for mercy and fulfilment, feeling themselves
approach the sweet plateau that drove all thought and feeling out of their shaking bodies until
finally release gushed over them like a great crashing wave. They came together in a mighty
eruption, screaming their ecstasy into the night, B'Elanna roaring for the second time that
night. They held eachother tightly, shaking, racked with the everlasting aftershocks of passion
and crying into eachother's necks with the tears that had been released with their orgasm.
They gasped eachother's names over and over and they held eachother tightly, each knowing that
if it were not for the other's strong arms holding them together they would surely explode into
a million pieces. * * * * * * They made love over and over again that night, sometimes gently and tenderly, sometimes
ferociously. They simply could not get enough. As they lay in eachother's arms, finally too
exhausted for any more, they listened to eachother's deep satisfied breathing and smiled with
fulfilment. B'Elanna lay with her head on Kathryn's shoulder, revelling in the warmth of the
arms around her. She heard her name breathed into her hair and looked up to see tears in her
lover's eyes. Moving up the bed she took Kathryn in her arms and asked "What is it, my darling?"
The End SW
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