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Her mouth was hot on mine, tongues dueling for dominance. I groaned as her fingers urgently searched their way down and her mouth followed their path. I could feel her warm breath against my bare skin. With the slightest stroke she touched my centre and tasted me off her index finger, purring appreciatively. Ever so slowly she lowered her head, the tip of her tongue already darting out, eager to taste me from the source. I was trembling in anticipation. I closed my eyes, ready to be swept away on waves of pleasure...
~*~
"The time is 0600 hours. The time is 0600 hours. The time is..."
Furiously blinking I sat up. What the...?
I slapped my combadge to shut that damned Computer up and groaning fell back down on the mattress. "Oh not again... Not _a dream_ again!"
I silently wondered what deity I had so thoroughly pissed off that it felt the need to make me suffer this way.
My blood was still thundering through my veins and I could clearly smell my arousal. I wished I had the time to properly `take care' of it, but if I did, I was going to be late. Maybe a cold shower was a better idea.
~*~
The cold water cascading down on me helped a little, but it seemed as if the image of Kathryn Janeway's nude body pressed intimately against my own equally naked body was grafted on the inside of my eyelids.
I took a few deep, calming breaths and tried to regain my equilibrium.
After a few minutes of trying to expel the demons of lust with cold water I stepped out of the shower stall, wiped the excess water off my body and headed for the replicator in search of breakfast. Glancing at the clock, I noticed that, despite my efforts, I was well on my way to be late for the weekly staff meeting. Great.
Quickly I put on my uniform and combed my hair before heading to the Briefing Room.
~*~
The only one to arrive after me was Tom Paris. Now there was a shock.
As I sat down I involuntarily glanced in the Captain's direction and felt a surge of heat going through the lower regions of my body. I groaned inwardly. Not again.
Suddenly all eyes were cast in my direction with a few of the accompanying eyebrows raised questioningly.
The Captain cocked her head a little. "Is something wrong, Lieutenant?" She inquired.
Apparently the groaning part had not been as inward as I'd intended. I felt my cheeks redden. Clearing my throat, I only briefly glanced in her direction since I didn't trust myself to look her in the eye. "I'm fine Captain."
"Right..." She didn't sound very convinced. She frowned in my direction for a moment, then looked around the table. "Okay, if everyone is settled, I'd like to start this meeting by..."
~*~
She stood and slowly walked over to my chair, putting her hands on my shoulders. I inhaled sharply as she gently started massaging away the tension in my muscles.
The rest of the senior staff didn't seem to pay attention to her actions. Nor did they bat an eyelid when she planted little kisses on my hair and started nibbling on my right ear.
I closed my eyes and mumbled something unintelligibly.
"Lieutenant..."
"Call me B'Elanna..." I moaned.
"All right... B'Elanna... Are you okay?"
Smiling softly, I mumbled. "Better than okay baby..."
Then a hand was placed on my arm and I was gently shaken. I opened my eyes and stared right in the concerned features of Kathryn Janeway.
Realization suddenly dawned. Oh no. Did I just...?
~*~
I looked around the table. Tom and Harry were desperately trying to keep their faces neutral, Tuvok and Seven were looking at me with a raised eyebrow, Chakotay seemed a little puzzled and the Captain's face was set in a worried frown.
I flushed again and stammered. "I'm sorry Captain. I... I haven't been sleeping well and..." And what? I couldn't figure out an appropriate ending for the sentence so I just left it hanging in the air unfinished.
Every eye in the room was still trained on me and I squirmed in my seat looking down at my hands.
The Captain cleared her throat. "I see..." After a moment's hesitation, she consulted her PADD and looked at me again. "Well then, Lieutenant. If you could just give us your weekly report on Engineering so we can finish this meeting?"
I nodded tersely, trying to focus on my words. "We're currently testing the improvements we made on the Warp Core last week. Preliminary results are promising; however there are still some problems with the injector ports. We think we may have found a way to solve it... My staff is working on it as we speak."
The Captain nodded. "Very well. Dismissed everyone."
I got up quickly, eager to get out of there. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tom and Harry approaching. With a sardonic grin on his face, Tom put an arm around my shoulder. "So, B'Elanna... Care to let us in on that little daydream of yours?"
Before I could show off my talent of spitting out Klingon expletives, the Captain interrupted me.
"Lieutenant Torres, could I speak with you for a moment?"
Oh Kahless no. I couldn't decide what was worse: having to be the laughing stock of one Tom Paris or being alone in the same room with Kathryn Janeway.
Harry and Tom rapidly exited the Briefing Room. The doors swooshed shut behind them.
~*~
I swallowed and turned to face the Captain, trying to ignore my heart hammering in my chest. "Yes Captain?"
Her face displayed a look of friendly concern. "Are you sure you're all right B'Elanna? You seem a little... flushed. I've heard you've been putting in an awful lot of hours lately; maybe you should take it easier."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. That warp core project was the only thing keeping me sane as of late, the only thing I could focus on without being plagued by erotic dreams and visions. Kahless, maybe I did have a problem...
She put her hand on my upper arm and I snapped my head up at the contact. "I'm fine Captain!"
"B'Elanna, you practically jumped to warp just now." She stated dryly. "If you don't take it easy the next few days, I will order the Doctor to relieve you of duty for a week. It might take us a while longer, but we'll finish that project without you."
No, no, no, she couldn't do that! Without something else to occupy my thoughts I would go insane. I tried to sound reasonable. "Captain, this has nothing to do whatsoever with the warp core project, trust me."
She raised one eyebrow.
"I just have a lot on my mind right now..." I continued abjectly.
"Anything I can help you with?"
Oh, the images that produced. I let out a shuddering breath and bit my lip. Anything involving you and me and a distinct lack of clothing would help. I closed my eyes briefly and prayed I hadn't said that out loud.
Her hand reclaimed its place on my arm and it felt like it was burning through the fabric of my uniform.
I pried my eyes open and saw her staring intently at me.
"I really am worried about you, B'Elanna. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
I nodded tersely and with a last scrutinizing look in my direction, she left the Briefing Room.
I exhaled heavily and wondered if a person could die of desire. If not, I had a feeling that I was going to be a first.
~*~
The doors swooshed open and I breathed in deeply. Ah, home sweet Engineering.
My staff was efficiently at work and the room seemed to be buzzing with activity. Of course a lot of the buzzing came from the warp core, but you catch my drift.
I noticed Nicoletti was still trying to calibrate the injector ports and decided to lend her a hand. Nothing like an elusive engineering problem to occupy an insubordinate mind.
She'd already made a lot of progress and I made a mental note to drop her name with the provisional board of promotion. Her work had been exemplary lately.
Nicoletti indicated that the magnetic constrictors needed to be manually realigned for her next adjustment to the injector ports and I ducked under a console to reach the access panel. I adjusted the antimatter flow and monitored it carefully with my tricorder while Nicoletti made the necessary modifications to the injector ports.
When she was finished I realigned the constrictors with a slight phase variance to compensate for the changes that had been made.
Just as I was closing my tricorder, I picked up a certain scent in the air.
Forgetting I was still halfway under a console, I snapped my head up and squarely banged it into solid tritanium plating. I cursed loudly, dropped my tricorder and reached for my poor head.
Clumsily I crawled out of my workspace and felt a hand being pressed on my back. I sniffed again and the same scent I'd smelled earlier assaulted my nostrils. A touch of perfume, combined with the unique scent of what could only be described as Kathryn Janeway.
By any means it was only faint, but for some reason I could always smell it clearly and my body always reacted to it without fail.
"Captain." I grunted, still holding my head. That was going to give one nasty bump.
"It seems to become a habit of mine to ask you if you're all right Lieutenant." She said half joking.
I winced as she touched the painful spot on my head. "I'll be alright. Thick Klingon skull and all."
"Ah, no wonder you're so stubborn sometimes."
I cast her a lopsided grin. "What can I do for you Captain?"
She flashed one of those beatific smiles and I felt my knees go weak. I casually leaned on a console for some additional support.
"Actually, I came down to see if I could give you a hand with those injector ports you've been having trouble with."
She did that from time to time. Claiming she needed to get her hands dirty every now and then, when Bridge duty became a little dull. And in Engineering there usually was some project going on that peeked her interest.
I cast her an apologetic smile. "Sorry to ruin your plans Captain, but Nicoletti and I have just solved that one. Although if you're really desperate to get your hands dirty, I think there are some EPS-manifolds that could use thorough cleaning."
Cocking her head, she cast me a mocking glare. "I think I'll pass, thank you."
She looked around Engineering and her eyes fell on me again. "If scrubbing plasma manifolds is the most pressing thing to do around here, I see no reason why our presence is warranted. So unless you're going to do the scrubbing yourself, Lieutenant, it looks like we both have the rest of the afternoon off."
I blinked. Time off to do what? I wasn't mentally stable enough to have hours on end with nothing to do!
The Captain continued. "Maybe you could get some rest, like I told you to."
I nodded hesitantly. Or maybe I could stage a warp core breach that would take me a few hours to stabilize and keep me safely in Engineering.
The Captain cast a scrutinizing look at me and pursed her lips. "I know that look B'Elanna, in fact I invented it, but you're not going to get away with it. So, you're either going to have dinner with me in my quarters, where I can keep an eye on you, or I'll personally deliver you to the capable hands of the Doctor so that he can see to it that you rest. Now, which is it going to be?"
Great. That was like choosing between assimilation and vivisection. Or between Neelix's cooking and radiation poisoning. Or kissing Tom Paris and... Nah, nothing could even come close to that one.
"Well?" She urged.
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."
She was starting to lose her patience. "I don't bite, B'Elanna."
I know that, but _I_ might... I closed my eyes and resisted the urge to sigh. "Okay, what time should I be at your place?"
"1900 hours, wear something casual."
I nodded. "I'll be there."