Chapter 11
The half shift the day before the Zamonan party was spent mostly in Astrometrics, doing some standard testing and looking at a console that had started to act up just before Voyager found the Zamonan.
"Better?" B'Elanna asked from behind the console.
"Yes, now I can actually see something on the screen."
B'Elanna came from behind the console and stood beside Seven. She looked at the screen and saw hazy shades of color, but nothing that was actually decipherable. "Damn. What's up with this thing? It's been working fine ever since Astrometrics was created."
"Maybe it is complaining about the fact that I do not spend as much time here in Astrometrics as I used to," Seven suggested.
B'Elanna just looked at Seven in disbelief as an answer.
"You are the one that said that machines have souls as well," Seven defended.
B'Elanna grinned at Seven as she shook her head slightly. "Well, though I do think that machines work better if you give them enough TLC, what I actually said was that besides being half a machine, you had a soul too. And, I may add, I said that just before I decked that guy."
"And you said it while we were still hostile to each other and on an away mission."
"Right. I still wonder how the hell you knew that I said that though."
"B'Elanna, you of all people should know by now how good my enhanced hearing is. I was in the next room; do you really think that a thin dividing wall would prevent me from hearing you talk? It was then that I learned that I did not have to take the things you said to me seriously. If you did really feel like the way you sometimes sounded, then you would have agreed with the man, not hit him."
"Hmm, guess you're right. Guess I already liked you back then, I just didn't know it yet. Anyway, back to this damn thing here. You said that you could get it to work for a few minutes, but then it goes off again?"
"Yes," Seven confirmed.
B'Elanna stepped back end gestured to the console. "Alright; show me."
Seven stepped up to the console. "I must warn you; this is a highly advanced way of making the monitor work. You might not fathom how to do it."
"Just do your thing, Borg," B'Elanna said with a grin.
As a reply to that statement, Seven brought her hand down on the screen, giving it a good smack.
B'Elanna looked at Seven with her mouth hanging open for a moment before dissolving in a pile of helpless laughter. "That's your highly advanced way of making it work?"
Seven smiled at her lover, glad that she had succeeded in tweaking the Klingon. "Yes. The Borg acquired this way of making repairs from species 3,850. They believed that once a machine was built, this was the only way to fix it. Suffice to say, they never evolved space travel of any kind."
"Oh baby, please tell me you're kidding."
"Yes I am."
Grinning, B'Elanna asked, "So tell me, where did the Borg assimilate that sick sense of humor?"
"Species 1,039. Their government system consisted out of the ability to joke. The funnier you were perceived, the higher you would rise in the government."
"Now I know for sure that this is a joke."
Seven smiled. "Actually, no. Species 1,039 did indeed consider being able to joke and make people laugh a fundamental ability for governmental work. Having said that; it was not a demanded requirement."
B'Elanna shook her head slightly before gesturing to the screen. "Well, now that it's working for now, why don't you run a scan for inconsistent power flow? This clearly looks like a loose contact to me."
"Very well," Seven said while she started the scan. The scan had been going for a mere five seconds when she noticed that B'Elanna had come closer until she was almost standing against Seven's back. "You will not see the results from that angle, since I am taller than you," Seven pointed out.
"Oh but I don't want to read the results." B'Elanna placed a soft kiss on Seven's neck, just above the collar of her biosuit. "What I want is to touch you."
Seven felt B'Elanna close her arms around her and it brought an involuntary smile to her face. "B'Elanna Torres, may I remind you that we are on duty?"
"Your point being...?" B'Elanna asked while moving one hand up to cup a firm breast.
"My point is that I do not think that this is appropriate behavior while on duty," Seven said, pushing a button as the console beeped to let them know that the scan was complete.
"Do you really think that you need to run the scan a second time?" B'Elanna asked, lowering her second hand until she was cupping Seven's sex.
"I started the scan a second time?" Seven asked, looking at the console to see that she indeed had started the test a second time.
"What's the matter baby?" B'Elanna asked softly in nothing more than a whisper, letting her hot breath tickle Seven's ear. "Are you distracted?"
"So it would seem," Seven agreed, concentrating on the wonderful feelings that B'Elanna was giving her. After a moment of wonderful torture, Seven finally managed to ask, "B'Elanna, what are you doing? Someone could come in at any moment."
B'Elanna lowered her second hand between the blonde's legs, which she was pleased to notice, parted a little in invitation. Knowing that Seven was nude under the biosuit, B'Elanna created some pressure against Seven's center and started to rub up and down over the fabric.
"I know. But I just can't stop touching you. Maybe it's the Klingon inside me. All I know is that I want to make you come; now."
"What happened to finding the cargo bay too risky to masturbate?" Seven asked while making absolutely no effort to stop B'Elanna from what she was doing. "If the Cargo bay is too risky, then why do you want to make me come in Astrometrics? The chance of someone coming in here is just as likely as someone coming into the cargo bay."
B'Elanna sucked on Seven's neck for a moment, making sure not to leave a mark. "It's you baby. I wouldn't think about masturbating in either of these two places. But the idea of making you come right here makes me so hot, 'I' almost come."
B'Elanna sucked on an inviting earlobe before adding in a whisper, "I have fantasies, you know? One particular one that I had under the shower was me making love to you while others could see what we were doing. I know it's a fantasy that will never happen. On a holodeck I would know that the people aren't real, and I also would never do it in front of anyone of Voyager because I don't want someone to say to me two years from now, 'remember then?' So a fantasy is all it'll ever be."
"And this connects to you making me wet now... how?"
B'Elanna smiled. Before capturing the earlobe again and tugging on it playfully with her teeth. "I'm just sharing a fantasy with you, but I thought that me telling you that making you come here in Astrometrics is a fantasy of mine too would be a little too obvious."
"You do realize that you are talking to a former Borg drone; fantasies are irrelevant."
B'Elanna laughed again as she squeezed one of Seven's breasts a little. "And that from the woman that just said that I was making her wet. Forget it. You had your chance to object for real."
B'Elanna's hand moved to the other breast while she never stopped the slow movement between Seven's legs. "You know baby, I 'am' going to make you come right here where anybody could walk right in and catch us."
B'Elanna moved her hand to cover as much as she could of one of Seven's breasts before she softly squeezed it again. "Hmm, seems like someone is getting excited, your nipples are getting hard baby. I can feel them even through you biosuit."
B'Elanna put a little more pressure against Seven's center with her other hand as she continued to move her hand slowly up and down, smiling when Seven put her feet a little further apart. "Baby, I'm seducing you in a public place; you shouldn't be this eager for me to touch you."
Seven put her hands firmly on the console in front of her and leaned her head back against B'Elanna's. "There is one flaw in that reasoning; you do not have to seduce me, I am already firmly seduced. Now all I want is your touch."
B'Elanna knew that she couldn't draw this out too long; eventually someone really would show up. She continued to let one hand roam from breast to breast while she set a steady rhythm of moving her other hand up and down between Seven's legs. "You know, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea after all if you started to wear other clothing while at work."
B'Elanna stopped talking to softly nibble on Seven's ear before continuing. "I would really love to slide my fingers inside you now, in and out, setting a slow rhythm. But this damn suit is preventing me from doing so. You know, I really would love to see you naked right now, but I don't think that would be such a good idea. Anyone could come in right now. Oh baby, we could get caught at any moment."
B'Elanna could hear Seven's breathing quicken and she knew that the element of danger of getting caught was exciting Seven. Knowing that she couldn't do much more than she was anyway, she decided to use words to turn Seven on even more.
"But on the other hand, maybe getting you naked wouldn't be such a bad idea at all. I could then bend you over this console and fuck you from behind. You love that, don't you baby, having me take you from behind?"
"Yes, B'Elanna, you know I do," Seven agreed with a panting breath.
B'Elanna created a little more pressure between Seven's legs. "Gods baby, just think about that for a moment. Picture yourself standing here butt naked bent over this console, your breasts hanging down, begging for me to touch them. Me fucking you from behind... sliding in and out of you, taking you, fucking you. Tell me baby, can you imagine that?"
"Y...yes I can, B'Elanna, please, I'm getting close."
"My, my, shortening your words already baby? What is it that's making you so hot, the idea of me fucking you like that, or the fact that anyone could walk in right now?"
"Yes," Seven merely said. "Now B'Elanna."
"Yes baby, come for me." B'Elanna moved her hand a little faster, prolonging Seven's peak. "God's baby, can you imagine someone coming in right now, while you're coming all over my hand?" B'Elanna grinned when she felt Seven start to shake, she knew Seven's body well enough by now to know that the blonde was having a second orgasm while still riding the waves of her first one.
Using the hand that had been massaging Seven's breasts to steady the blonde, B'Elanna slowed the movement of her second hand, making sure to be there for Seven as she came down from her peak. "That's it baby. I got you. Relax."
Once Seven had calmed down, B'Elanna stepped away a little so that her lover could turn around. "So, how'd you like that? Was this a one time thing, or can I do this again?"
Seven knew that with 'this' B'Elanna didn't actually mean the very same thing in Astrometrics, but to have sex in other places on the ship. "I assume that making love in other parts of the ship than our quarters is also a fantasy of yours? Maybe the Captain was right and you really do want us to make love on the bridge?"
B'Elanna grinned and shook her head. "Neh, the bridge thing is actually a fantasy of those in command. But boy would I love to take you right against the warp core railing. Fuck, just thinking of you standing there, the warp core right behind you and me fucking you... But I don't think that'll ever happen. Since even at stand down condition like this there are always two people in engineering at all times. But there are a lot of other places on the ship I would love to have my way with you."
Seven thought about it for a moment before nodding her head a little. "Yes, you may do this again. I enjoyed it very much. But you do realize that I will return the favor at some time? Which I actually also want to do now, you must be excited, surely you need release as well?"
"Um, Seven, you know that I'm not like you. If you have to you can be quiet, like now, but I can't do that. There is just something about you. I was able to do quiet before, if needed. But something about you, when you have your way with me, makes me forget all about something as silly as being quiet."
Seven smiled, and it wasn't one of her nicer ones. "I know. I guess you have to work on the quiet part some more then."
"Oh, you are just plain evil, woman," B'Elanna growled, but there was no hiding the fact that the thought of Seven doing something like this to her excited her to the extreme.
"And you would not want me any other way," Seven said confidently. "I guess that we just have to practice some more in our quarters until you can be quiet if need be."
B'Elanna stepped closer and molded her body to Seven's. "Oh, baby, I love to practice with you, over, and over, and over again. She leaned in and they shared a passion filled tongue kiss that led to a make out session that left them both short of breath.
"Oh, do you two never stop?"
Both women straightened at the words and stepped away from each other. Only to then realize that they could have saved themselves that effort. The man that had walked in would have more than likely have preferred if they had continued to make out.
"I must apologize, Mister Paris, we did not hear the door open."
"So it seems," Tom agreed with a grin on his face. "You better be a little careful, you don't want to give people a show now... do you?"
"Not planning on it," B'Elanna said with a grin, knowing better than to tell Tom that it was actually one of her little fantasies.
"Though if you had arrived approximately ten minutes earlier a show would have been exactly what you would have received," Seven said with her well trained Borg indifference.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Tom asked as he joined the women at the console.
"We were in the process of repairing this console when B'Elanna decided that it was a good time to have her way with me. She made me come right here at this console; twice."
Tom actually laughed at that. "You still into the weird places thing, B'Elanna?"
"Yes, isn't it funny that I had to go to a woman to find someone who actually has the balls to go along with me and turn my fantasies into reality?"
"Well, I would have,"
"Tom, let's be honest, if it was set on the holodeck you would have done it anywhere, but if I had asked you to have sex with me in Astrometrics, you would have pissed your pants."
"Um, probably true," Tom admitted sheepishly. "So, was it any good?"
"It was wonderful," Seven said calmly as if talking about the weather. "Especially the fact that B'Elanna was standing behind me as she had me slightly bent over the console. I,"
Seven stopped talking when Tom lifted his hand.
"Seven, listen, I would really love to hear that, believe me I would. Hell I would preferably get a blow by blow description of what you two do in bed, but I really don't need the mental image of you bending over this console with B'Elanna.... awww, crap now I DO have that mental image. I'll see that every time now when I come in here. Thanks a lot Seven."
"Believe me, Mister Paris, you are quite welcome. Besides, when B'Elanna and I make love, be it in bed or somewhere else, we do not exchange blows, but maybe you would prefer a lick by lick description?"
Tom's eyes went wide at the question and B'Elanna started to laugh.
"Tom, what in the universe made you think that you could one-up Seven? She has portraying indifference down to an art form."
"Um, yes, well... Um, I think that this is a great place to move this conversation to a safer level," Tom said, clearly admitting defeat. But that was alright, if he could have these kinds of conversations with the two women, he would gladly lose every conversation they had. "The reason I came here. I was on the bridge and the captain gave me a PADD and asked if I could hand it to you two."
"It is time to leave," Seven agreed as B'Elanna reached for the PADD. "B'Elanna promised me a picnic, and a few hours after that, we are expected at the party."
"The Zamonan are having a party?" Tom asked, visions of being the only guy at an all girl party were dancing in front of his eyes.
"Forget it, Paris," B'Elanna said, knowing her former lover only too well. "The way these women are only interested in women, you would have more chance talking up some of the Voyager women."
Tom grinned before admitting, "You're probably right. After all, Perti asked me what time I would be at our vacation spot. She promised to teach me how to surf."
"Tom you already know how to surf."
Tom's grin got wider. "I know, and so does she. She saw me surfing yesterday, but she had to come to Voyager. So she told me if we could meet up today she would teach me the Risa way of 'bodysurfing.'"
"Well, let's get going then," B'Elanna said as she moved to the door. "We don't want you to miss your surfing lesson, now do we?"
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The party was in full swing and B'Elanna and Seven were really enjoying themselves. Seeing that they didn't know the... dances... the Zamonan were doing, they were more than happy to just sit and watch. At least they assumed that the Zamonan were dancing; there was some rhythm to the movements after all.
Seven and B'Elanna, being guests of the village, had received seats at the main table. It was interesting to see how the Zamonan interacted loosely with each other, yet clearly respected the seniority of the people in charge, and the people that were considered important because of the craft they had mastered.
The main table seated more than twenty people, and every one of the village was free to take a seat if a seat was empty. If the seats were all taken then the others had to take a seat at another table. But if someone like regent Dasia came to the table, suddenly a seat would free up for them and one of the other Zamonan would go and sit at another table, after having taken a convenient detour to the drinks and food table. So it never looked like they deliberately got up to make room, yet room was made never the less. Fawza, as the leather craftswoman got the same privileged treatment, as did the blacksmith, the healer, the head cook, and of course any of their partners if they wanted to join their Mates.
B'Elanna looked at Seven once more, not getting enough of the way the blonde looked with her hair down and wearing nothing more than shoes, a leather halter top, and a short skirt. A very, very short skirt actually. So short that B'Elanna seriously doubted that it would cover all of Seven's behind if she were to bend down to pick something up off the floor without also bending her knees. But seeing that every other woman was basically wearing the same thing, with the only difference being in the cut or color of the clothing, it really didn't bother B'Elanna too much. Had they been on Voyager she might have asked Seven to put a little longer skirt on at least. But here she fitted in with the rest. In fact, B'Elanna was the only one that stuck out. She was wearing a T-shirt and long pants.
"Hmm, you know, you were right, Seven. I should've chosen something else."
"Of course I was right; I am always right."
"Only in your dreams, Princess, only in your dreams."
Seven had simply followed the advice of Fawza and now she was glad that she had done so. She had a feeling that B'Elanna didn't like sticking out so much, so she relented with her teasing. "Seeing that I had the foresight to ask what kind of clothing is normally worn to the party, I had the time to ask Fawza if I could borrow a set of clothing for you to wear, I have placed it on the bed. If you go to the hut and change you could be back in five minutes."
"Hey, if you knew that my choice of clothing wasn't any good, why didn't you just tell me so?"
"I did," Seven pointed out. "But you told me that you preferred the clothing you are wearing now."
B'Elanna sighed and shook her head a little. "Seven, don't you understand that a supporting partner would simply take the blame and say 'sorry' for not knowing that I had the wrong clothing."
"If that is what you expect from a partner than you will be sorely disappointed with me. Though you are an excellent lover, I have no problem with pointing out your many shortcomings to you."
B'Elanna grinned. "I see where I stand." She was quiet for a moment before adding, "You do realize that I was kidding, right? You're the best partner I could ever hope for."
"I knew you were kidding," Seven affirmed. "I know what your tone of voice is if you are serious."
B'Elanna made a show of groaning. "Oh great, now I don't just have to watch what I say, but also how I say it."
"That is what you get for getting involved with a former Borg drone. If you want easy, I now give you my permission to use the holodeck to create a version of me that is exactly how you want her to be."
B'Elanna shook her head at hearing Seven's suggestion. "Baby, I already have the perfect version, any change would only take away the perfection that is the original."
Seven smiled at that. "That was a good answer, thank you."
"I thought so," B'Elanna agreed. "I'm especially proud of the fact that I managed to come up with it without looking like I was thinking about a diplomatically correct answer."
"Indeed, I must agree that you did so masterfully. I especially liked the inclusion of the word 'perfection' in that sentence."
"I knew you would," B'Elanna admitted while nodding her head to give her words more meaning. "I know how you Borg, and former Borg, view perfection as something close to divinity."
They looked at each other for a moment before they both started to laugh. It was the first time Seven actually laughed longer than just a few seconds and B'Elanna decided that she loved the sound of Seven's soft laughter; she wanted to hear it more often.
"Alright, I'll go change quickly. Thank you for thinking of me, baby."
"B'Elanna, thinking of you is no hardship; I always think of you," Seven said softly, a tenderness showing in her eyes that she only allowed B'Elanna to see.
B'Elanna just looked at Seven for a moment, not knowing how to react to that statement with words. Finally B'Elanna leaned closer and they shared a long passionate kiss. Not caring in the least about anyone that could see them.
Only when they broke apart did they realize just where they were and they glanced around to see what the reaction of the other women at the table was. But apparently seeing two people express their love for each other was not an uncommon sight in the Zamonan village. Most hadn't even reacted, and those that had, had done so with an indulgent grin.
"Um, I think I'll go change now." Not waiting for an answer, B'Elanna got up and moved away. But after having only taken one step, B'Elanna turned back and leaned close; whispering in her lover's ear. "Just for the record, Princess, to me you truly are perfection."
Without waiting for a reply, B'Elanna turned around once more and this time truly did leave.
"Is she leaving? It looked like you were enjoying yourselves?" Fawza asked from across the table.
"I finally managed to convince her to change her clothing; she will be back in a few minutes."
"Are you staying until the end of the party then?" Fawza asked, surprise clearly on her face.
"I do not know if we will stay until the end, but we are enjoying ourselves, and will probably stay for a while longer. Why do you ask?"
"Well, it's just that, um, seeing how... private you people seem to be in general, it kinda surprises me that you would stay after the children are sent to bed, that's all."
"You are comparing us with children?" Seven asked, her eyebrow rising a little in a mix between amusement and disbelief.
"Goddess no! I just... Well..." Fawza frowned for a moment before asking, "I have a feeling that nobody told you about the later part of the party, am I right?"
"Dasia asked us if we would join the party tonight and we agreed; that is all the conversation there was about the subject."
Fawza reached across the table and smacked Dasia, who was sitting beside Seven, on the arm. "You didn't tell them about the later part of the party?"
"Hey! Sure I did, I asked them if they wanted to join us. I actually expressed that it was the party to celebrate the rebirth of our patron goddess."
"And they would know what that means... how?"
Dasia was about to react but then snapped her mouth shut. Then she started to speak again, clearly saying something else than she was first going to say. "Um Seven, you see, um..."
"Never mind," Fawza sighed. "You go back to having fun with your Mate, I'll explain."
"I'm sorry, Seven, I really didn't think about it," Dasia said before turning back to her Mate.
"Alright, here's the deal," Fawza said as she leaned a little over the table and closer to Seven, who came a little closer as well in reaction. "You realize how important the bond between Mates is with us?"
"I do."
"Well, one of the reasons for that is that our patron goddess, the goddess of nature, hunting, and wildlife, is absolutely devoted to her Mate, the goddess of the five elements, water, fire, earth, wind, and life."
"Do those two fields not cover each other?" Seven asked. "Nature, wildlife, and hunting that wildlife all have to do with life."
"It does," Fawza agreed. "But that is normal. The fields that our gods cover always overlap some. It's why some gods truly hate each other and try to make the life of each other miserable. But in the case of our patron goddess and the goddess of the five elements, that interaction resulted in realizing that they could be great friends. They became friends, and soon lovers as well. But to come back to the reason for this festival... Because of that interaction between gods, at one point our patron goddess was killed by the god of evil who hates her with a vengeance. He forgot one thing though. Because the Mate of our patron goddess is the goddess of the elements, her Mate gathered her powers and was able to bring her Mate the goddess of nature, hunting, and wildlife, our patron goddess, back to life. That part is what we celebrate in the beginning of the evening. In the later evening, after the children are sent to bed, we celebrate what happened after our goddess was brought back to life."
"What did happen then?" Seven asked, dying to find out. Not that Seven's outside appearance or tone of voice showed that.
"Well, basically; they made love for a very, very, long time. You have to understand, since her Mate is the goddess of the elements, she possesses the elemental powers, and she passes a lot of those powers over to our patron goddess when they make love. In fact, every time there is a storm blowing, we always enjoy it because we know that our goddess and her Mate are making love again."
Fawza winked before saying, "The words, 'at least the Goddesses are having fun,' are said very often during such stormy days. Which is, if you know us Zamonan a little, basically a Zamonan really saying to her Mate or someone she likes a lot: 'The Goddesses are having fun, how about we go have some fun too on this day where there is not much else to do anyway?'"
Seven lifted an eyebrow. "An interesting pickup line for those 'someone she likes a lot' people.'"
"Our mating behavior can be a bit complex at times," Fawza admitted. "On one of our colony planets they have become, um, freer then here. In my exchange program, when I was young, I went there for a year.
Someone actually once asked me, 'hey you're cute, want to fuck?' Here we would never, ever, say that. But we would say things like,"
"The Goddesses sure are having fun; lucky them," Seven interrupted to show that she understood the difference. "This makes it easier for the other person to say no by simply not reacting, and in return also makes it look like the first person was not actually asking. This in turn makes sure that the person that asked, yet not really asked, does not 'lose face' which is a very important issue in a warrior society."
"I see that you are starting to understand us Zamonan," Fawza said, basically agreeing at the same time. "Now, back to the story. Since our goddess had just been brought back to life she was very weak, so she needed a lot of the power that only her Mate could give her."
"Which translates to?" Seven asked, even though she already had a pretty good feeling of what that meant.
"It means that normally when a couple gets a little too amorous we tell them to go find a hut. But tonight we honor our goddess and her Mate by allowing those couples to... enjoy their bond."
Seven filtered through the words before surmising, "You are telling me that tonight is the only night where public displays of sex are allowed?"
"Well, we don't like to use the word allowed, since it is allowed at all times. It is just that normally we discourage it. Believe me; the mood is soon lost if you have more and more people telling you to go find a hut."
"Is such a public display expected?"
"You mean if we would expect you and you Mate to have sex if you stay?" Fawza asked. "Oh, goddess no. We certainly would not expect that from guests. And even amongst us the public displays will vary. Some will not participate at all because they like to keep things private. Others will do nothing more than a little fondling of their Mate. Yet others will have sex, but in a relatively discreet manner. But you will also see some couples that actually want everyone to see. For them this festival is a good excuse to indulge in some things they would normally never do... be ashamed to do even, and then have it be alright and accepted because they can say that they were honoring the Goddess. So you can expect at least some... very interesting kind of... eating going on at one or two of the tables."
"So B'Elanna and I can just sit here and enjoy the rest of the evening and move to our hut if we want to be alone?"
"Absolutely," Fawza assured.
Seven saw B'Elanna coming back, and in that one moment where she had to make a choice, Seven decided to introduce B'Elanna to her truly wicked side. "My Mate and I will stay for now. Please do not tell her about what is going to happen later this evening."
"Why not?" Fawza asked, lowering her voice a little because she also saw B'Elanna coming closer.
"Because I think I am about to have one of my Mates fantasies fulfilled, but I want it to be a surprise."
"What is a surprise?" B'Elanna asked, having only heard the last words.
"If I told you that, it would no longer be a surprise," Seven said with a small smile that told B'Elanna that it was all the answer she was going to get.
"Well, now that you've got your Mate back to keep you company, excuse me while I go get something to eat," Fawza said while standing up.
As soon as Fawza was gone, B'Elanna leaned closer and whispered to Seven, making sure that Dasia, sitting on the other side of the blonde didn't hear her, "You do realize that you didn't lay out any panties with this? First I left on the panties I was wearing under my trousers, but that made the skirt really uncomfortable. So I decided to go without. In other words, don't ask me to bend and pick something up off the floor, I'd be giving these women an interesting view."
"You do not have to worry about that. True, these skirts seem rather short, but they are cut in such a way that they still cover all you would like to have covered, no matter how much bending you do."
"Somehow I doubt that," B'Elanna said with a grin.
"B'Elanna, none of these women wear any underwear, yet you do not see any 'interesting views,'" Seven said, while adding in her mind the word 'yet.'
"They don't?" B'Elanna asked surprised before narrowing her eyes and asking, "How do you know that?"
"They do not. They do have pants that they wear in certain situations where skirts are not practical, but those are not considered underwear since they are then worn instead of the skirt. As for how I know, when I handed Fawza the PADD with the clothing I was looking for, it also had the drawings of the leather underwear. While we were talking about the designs, it came up in the conversation that the Zamonan prefer to only wear one layer of clothing. They prefer to either wear a skirt or a pair of pants; the only exception being coats against rain or cold. Seeing that all of these women are wearing skirts, it means that none of them are wearing underwear."
"Yeah? And what about on top, don't they have any bra's either?"
"They do not. What they do have is the kind of 'tops' that you can see all around you. Granted, some of those would be seen as underwear on Voyager. In fact, some of those 'tops' are what I will receive and use as underwear."
"Yeah? Well, then tell me, Princess, what underwear do you have on under that skirt?"
"The same that I wear under my biosuits," Seven said calmly, knowing that B'Elanna would figure out what she meant in a single second.
"Oh, Kahless, that's something I really didn't need to know."
"You asked," Seven pointed out with a smile.
"Yeah? Well, you're damned lucky that these people are here, otherwise I think I'd fuck you right here and now."
Seven lifted her eyebrow a little before asking, "Are you thinking of fulfilling your fantasy of having public sex?"
B'Elanna closed her eyes for a moment while thinking how tempting it was. Seven was sitting beside her in clothing that was very accessible to roaming hands, and they were surrounded by real people, but real people that they would never see again once they left the planet. Finally B'Elanna sighed. "I should never have told you that. Now you'll torment me with the idea for the rest of our lives."
B'Elanna suddenly saw a brilliant smile coming to Seven's lips; a smile that lit up the blonde's whole face. B'Elanna went over her own words, wondering what could have brought forth that reaction. After a moment she realized what it was; it had been the 'the rest of our lives.' Then she saw Seven's smile starting to slowly disappear and she understood that Seven realized that B'Elanna was going over her own words and was now waiting for B'Elanna to correct herself.
B'Elanna took Seven's hand and placed a soft kiss on the metal covered knuckles. "But then, I guess there are worse things one could be tormented with for the rest of one's life. Just thinking of you asking me that question thirty years from now makes me damn hot."
Seven put her second hand behind B'Elanna's neck and pulled her in for a long and passionate kiss that left B'Elanna short of breath. "I love you, B'Elanna. You, my beloved, are perfection to me, you complete me."
Now it was B'Elanna that started the long kiss they shared. "I'm in love with you too, baby. You are the absolutely best thing that ever happened to me."
B'Elanna hesitated for a moment before adding, "In fact, I think that it's time we took care of a little detail. Seven, will you move in with me?"
For a moment, Seven was confused by the sudden change of subject. "I am already living in your quarters, which have already been deemed my official place of living."
"But I never actually asked you. Seven, me asking you to move in with me is a very important thing to me. I've never asked someone to do that before."
"Never?" Seven asked surprised, but pleased.
"Never," B'Elanna affirmed before asking once again, this time in nothing more than a whisper, "Seven of Nine, I am in love with you and I want to share my life with you. Will you honor me by moving in with me?"
"Yes, my beloved. I will move in with you. I am honored that such a proud woman like you is asking me to share her quarters, and her life."
"Beautifully said," B'Elanna said with a smile.
"Thank you. I assumed that you would appreciate me incorporating my version of the Klingon acceptance of a living bond request."
"I do," B'Elanna assured with a smile. "House or quarters, it's the same for me; as long as you'll be there."
Seven finally gave in to the impulse that she had been having since the tender conversation had started. She moved closer until her body was molded from shoulder to hip against B'Elanna's, and she put her arm around the Klingon's middle, pulling her closer still. "You do realize that we would scandalize the crew of Voyager if they could see us now?"
"Why?" B'Elanna asked as she put her own arm around the blonde.
"You have to agree that we are definitely not acting like a hotheaded, rough, and volatile Klingon. Nor like a cold hearted Borg bitch with a severe case of frostbite shoved down her throat."
"Baby, I said severe case of frostbite shoved so far up your ass that it showed with every word you spoke," B'Elanna corrected with a smile. "Well, I think we both still are that, but I have to admit that I like the fact that I can show my soft side to you."
"As do I," Seven agreed. "I like the fact that I can let my guard down with you."
B'Elanna grinned. "Just don't get the impression that I'll go easy on you if we have a disagreement. I'll still be more than happy to kick that Borg ass of yours out of my engine room."
"Promise?" Seven asked softly.
"Promise," B'Elanna assured. "Seven, no matter how much I love you, I love to fight with you way too much to give it up."
"I am just afraid that there will come a time where we will simply talk through our disagreements."
"Seven, trust me, as much as I love you, you still know how to drive me wild to the point that I blow a fuse."
"We fight less now than we did before," Seven pointed out.
"We do," B'Elanna agreed. "We kinda covered this already in the cell when you thought that we would stop fighting. It's just that..." B'Elanna stopped while she thought of another way to explain it to Seven, knowing that her first explanation in the cell had clearly not taken away all of Seven's fears. "Baby, I love to make love to you."
"And I love to make love to you," Seven said before asking, "But how does that explain what you are trying to explain?"
"I'm getting there. As I said, I love to make love to you. Boy, do I love to love you. I also love to fight with you. I really love our fights. You're afraid that we'll stop fighting, are you also afraid that we'll stop making love?"
"I do not believe that I would be able to go a prolonged time without touching you, beloved. But as you have pointed out, there is bound to come a time where we will make love less than we are now."
"And that's exactly my point. We are more than likely going to make love less than at least once a day soon, but that doesn't mean that we will stop doing it. And while we might make love less, we still will love every minute of it. And that is my point, we may fight less, but we both love it too much to ever stop doing it fully. And when we will fight, we'll still love to do it. Or let's look at it from the other side. We both love our fights. If, for some reason, there would come a time where we stop fighting then this can only mean that we did so because we found something else to do with that time that we like even more."
"But..."
"Seven, just trust me on this. Fact is that our relationship is still evolving, and neither one of us can say for sure what's going to happen next. Only three days ago we were both still sure that we did love each other, but weren't in love. Now, only three days later we know that we are in love, and we are talking of spending our lives together. Maybe there really will come a day that we don't fight at all anymore. But... if we're both more than happy with that, then so what? We don't know how we'll feel about things in the future. I suggest we wait until we're in that future before worrying about what we 'might' no longer do. Just let our lives happen, and stop trying to analyze it."
Seven thought about what B'Elanna had said, and after a few moments she nodded her head. "You have a point. I will stop trying to analyze our relationship and instead live it."
"Good, but baby, let me make something very clear. Don't ever think that I don't want to listen to things that concern you. In fact, I'm more than happy to continue this subject if you want. If it takes me telling you this every day to make you feel secure in this thing between us, I'll gladly do it."
"It will not take you telling me every day. What it did take was what you just did; giving me the assurance that you are willing to listen to my concerns."
"I am, baby, I am. I want to know what's going on in that pretty head of yours."
"What is going on in my head right now is that I really want to make love to you; right now," Seven said, deciding that the conversation was closed enough for now, besides they were at a party.
"Well, we could go to our hut now," B'Elanna suggested with an exaggerated wink.
"We could, but then we would miss the rest of the party. I am actually looking forward to the rest of the evening."
"Really, why? Is there something special planned?"
"In a way, yes," Seven said, hoping that a little information would make B'Elanna want to stay as well. "It is the surprise I was talking about."
"You know, if I would ask any of these women, I'm sure they would tell me," B'Elanna said with a grin.
Seven's only reply was to stick her lower lip out a little in a severely adorable little pout.
"Awww, crap baby, you don't play fair."
Seven added some 'pressure' by crossing her arms over her chest and sending a small command to her cranial implant that instructed her tear ducts to produce more moisture, making sure that it was just a little bit, knowing that too much would ruin the effect.
B'Elanna was dismayed to see a few silent tears rolling down Seven's face, even though she knew that Seven was only playing.
"Awww, baby, please, no tears. Fine, I won't ask them. Who would have thought that the Borg were right after all?"
"Right about what?" Seven asked with a smile, wanting to make sure that B'Elanna knew that she wasn't really upset.
B'Elanna took a moment to kiss Seven's tears away before answering, "Resistance is futile."
"The tears were not a little 'too much'?"
"Naw, those are the things that did me in. I was dismayed to see that I made you cry."
"In that case, I will not do it again; I did not mean to make you feel bad."
B'Elanna placed a soft kiss on Seven's cheek. "No baby. I love it when you play with me, in whatever way. Even if it is by using tears to get your way. But please, promise me that you won't do it if we have a real disagreement that we need to talk out."
"That, I promise you. I also promise you that I will not do it to end a fight."
"In that case, you can use tears all you want to get your way with me."
"And I really would like to have my way with you now... but we cannot leave yet."
B'Elanna sighed and resigned herself to just waiting to see what the surprise was. For a moment she thought about moving away from Seven again, but then she decided that she actually liked where she was sitting just fine, and apparently none of the women around the table seemed to mind either. "So how much longer do I have to wait for that surprise?"
Seven looked around the village center and saw a distinct lack of children. There were a few young women left who were arguing with older ones, and Seven assumed that they were daughters that were trying to convince their parents that they were old enough to stay. "I have a feeling that it will be not much longer now. But do not wait for it, B'Elanna. Instead, enjoy the party."
"I just don't want to miss it."
"Believe me; you will most certainly not miss it."
It was half an hour later when B'Elanna started to notice a difference in the women around her. Most were suddenly kissing a lot more, and a lot more intimately. Some where actually fondling their Mates, while others were clearly enjoying what they could see.
"Um, Seven?" B'Elanna asked.
"Yes?" Seven asked innocently as she placed her hand on B'Elanna's leg and started to slowly caress the Klingon's inner thigh; making the poor woman jump in surprise.
"Wha... What's going on here?"
"Your surprise is going on here. Just sit back and enjoy the view; they do not mind. In fact, the people that do more than kissing most definitely want people to see what they do."
From where she sat, B'Elanna could see under parts of some of the other tables, and when she saw a hand disappearing under the skirt of one of the Zamonan, B'Elanna suddenly had a damn good idea what her surprise was. "Um, Seven..."
B'Elanna stopped talking when Seven turned a little towards her until she could reach B'Elanna's neck with her lips.
"Yes?" Seven asked right before she started to suck on B'Elanna's neck with an enthusiasm that was bound to leave a mark. She changed hands, knowing that she could reach more of B'Elanna's body with her right hand. She placed her hand on B'Elanna's thigh where her left hand had been, and moved it slowly up until it was resting against the Klingon's sex.
"Remember what you told me?" Seven asked softly, "That I could enter you whenever I wanted, as long as you were wet enough to allow it?"
Seven moved two fingers up and down B'Elanna's folds a few times, making sure to pass over B'Elanna's aching clit every time. "Hmm, it seems to me that you are definitely wet enough to allow it. I was right, was I not? You are always ready for me."
Before B'Elanna could answer, Seven kissed her. She didn't need to hear the Klingon's answer, the moisture she felt told her more than enough.
After a few moments of teasing B'Elanna, Seven finally stopped at B'Elanna's opening. "B'Elanna, you know what I am going to do now?"
"What?" B'Elanna asked, in nothing more than a whisper.
"I am going to fuck you; right here, right now. I am going to make you come while all of these women can see and hear you." Seven slowly pushed her fingers into B'Elanna's warm canal. "I will let you choose; slow or fast?"
Continued...