Chapter 33
"So," B'Elanna repeated.
"That was certainly not planned, but I won't say I'm sorry," Katzi stated.
B'Elanna laughed. "Well, that's one of the things that makes having sex in interesting places so hot; there's always the chance that someone walks in on you, like Seven and I did now."
"True, but most would certainly not have stayed, and on top of that also had sex so that Pagsha and I could see it as well. But as much fun as this was, I hope that my Little One will not be teased with this."
There had been a warning tone in Katzi's voice that was so clear to understand that Seven lifted an eyebrow in surprise. B'Elanna on the other hand merely shook her head. "I'm sorry, but not teasing her would be a waste of a perfect opportunity. After all, friends like to tease each other. The important part is that the teasing is done in fun and never moves into the uncomfortable."
Katzi looked at her lover, who nodded her head just a fraction to indicate that she agreed. "Their teasing has made me blush several times, but has never made me feel uncomfortable."
"Alright," Katzi agreed. "Well, if you excuse us. My little One has to go wash her hands, for obvious reasons, and I have to clean up as well; also for obvious reasons. So we'll be heading to my quarters now."
"One moment," B'Elanna said before activating her personal Borg link with Seven. A quick question and answer later, B'Elanna spoke up again. "Well, there's another option."
"Which is?" Katzi asked.
"You could use the bathroom in our quarters to clean up," Seven suggested. "And afterwards, if you are interested, you can stay and watch how B'Elanna fucks me with our toy. I do not know if you noticed, but I am the only one here that has not... yet... had a sexual release."
"Would that be the same toy that Fawza had for sale for years and then sold to you for an outrageously high amount and then boasted about it for a month?" Katzi asked.
"That would be the one," B'Elanna agreed amused.
"What about it?" Katzi asked, looking at her lover. "You want to go with them? Your choice, little one. What happened here today was an accident, fun, but still an accident; something that happens only once. But I have a feeling that if we go with them now, that it will be the beginning of something regular."
"We like to watch, and be watched," B'Elanna explained. "But we don't want any complications from it. A fun remark here or there, sure. A reference that actually has a bearing in another private conversation, sure. But all in all we don't want it discussed or mentioned when we're not having our fun."
"I was rather forceful and in control today," Pagsha said, her eyes lowered. "But normally I like to give all the control to Katzi. You, you wouldn't mind me being how I normally prefer to be; under Katzi's total control?"
"We would not mind at all," Seven assured. "After all, we know only too well that it is what you want. And not to forget, we did learn today who has the final word in your relationship."
"Then I wouldn't mind coming along," Pagsha assured.
Katzi placed a kiss on her lover's head. "Good choice little one. And when we have watched them, we are going to show them how we make love most of the time. Slow, tender, and very lovingly."
"Good idea, I think we'll do the same then," B'Elanna agreed. "In fact, if you're like us and like to take a nap afterwards, why don't you stay the night? Don't worry, both Seven and I are into watching only; no sharing."
"No sharing," Pagsha and Katzi agreed at the same time.
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The reign of One of Many, née Annika Hansen; Queen of Borg.
Year 00, Month 07, Day 01, Hour 20, Minute 11.
Katzi was bored. Not that she was about to admit that any time soon though. She liked the company, so she suffered the boredom. Liked? No, some of the company she even loved.
She, Pagsha, Seven, and B'Elanna were in the Royal holodeck where at the moment B'Elanna was facing down some holographic opponents in a training session.
Love. Katzi looked to her side where her lover sat. Shiny dark blue hair that felt, and sometimes even looked like the softest silk, reached halfway down that beautiful back. Katzi loved to see Pagsha move her hair. It always looked so... hot. How she would shake her head a little to get hairs out of her eyes. Or how she would shake her head with more of a snap so that the hair would be thrown over a shoulder. Or how it would frame that sweet and innocent looking face when the Ghdibrian was on top and looked down at her. How...
Katzi snorted. Lover's feelings. Even if Pagsha would have had two heads and four breasts, Katzi would have thought that the blue haired woman was perfect. And talking about breasts, those perfect breasts, how...
Now Katzi grinned as she indulged in some wonderful memories. Then she mused on. Who would have thought that she would one day think like that? That she, the person that for some time literally did have a list to write down her conquests, would willingly be brought down to her knees by love. She had done that several times already. She, Katzi, one of the best, if not even the best, warrior of her village, had literally kneeled in front of this wonderful person she was privileged to call her Mate. Oh, it had been in situations where there was some reason, where it fitted. But still, she had kneeled, she had surrendered, she had willingly given herself to someone else.
Life, was good.
She looked at B'Elanna and Seven, two people that were quickly becoming friends of her. No, they were already friends, but they were quickly becoming people that deserved the honor of being called 'best friends.' Katzi was very selective with that title.
Seven, Katzi knew, had once trained with B'Elanna, but had stopped for the time being because she didn't want to endanger the child she was carrying. Katzi's eyes drifted to the Queen's tummy. With her being three and a half months pregnant the baby was starting to show. But if you didn't actually know that the blonde was pregnant you also wouldn't see that she was pregnant. You might say that she had put on some weight, if you wanted to say it politely. And even there it wasn't like Seven had suddenly started to look overweight. It was just that it had been a month now since Katzi had seen the blonde for the first time on Zamona, and it was only because of this that she knew that the blonde's tummy had gotten a little bigger.
Katzi smirked. In fact, after B'Elanna and Seven had walked in on Pagsha and Katzi making love a week ago, they had shared a second night in which they indulged in the pleasure of watching and being watched. So Katzi had first hand... well, first look... knowledge of the fact that Seven still had a damn hot body.
Katzi wondered if her view on this would change; she was looking forward to finding out. She had known several pregnant women on Zamona, two she had even called friends. She knew that there was something interesting going on there. As they became bigger and bigger, their Mates continued to say that they looked wonderful, sexy, incredible. While everyone else just saw a fat woman waddling about. Well, Katzi had at any rate. She knew that the Mates of these pregnant women had been sincere in what they saw and Katzi had attributed it to love. If you didn't know the pregnant person, she was fat. If you did know her, and especially if she was pregnant with your child, she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
So now Katzi was wondering what she would think of Seven. Seven was not her Mate, but she was a friend. Katzi didn't have sex with the blonde, but she had watched her having sex twice already. She also had a distinct feeling that there were more times to come. So... was Seven going to become fat to her, or was Seven going to look sexy to her despite being twice as big as she was now?
She grinned. It would be fun to find out. Besides, it would also be fun to be this close for once. To not just be a friend that comes for a visit, to not just be someone to say 'hi' in passing. No, to see a pregnancy develop from day to day and then see the baby grow up...
Which would mean staying longer with the Borg than just a year, she suddenly realized. Was she truly thinking of that? She had just joined; she hadn't planned to stay a day longer than that year. But then, she also hadn't planned to get the dream job of becoming a Royal Guard to the Borg Queen. She also hadn't planned to fall in love with a blue haired woman with a tail. A woman that would most certainly want to stay with the Borg instead of going to Zamona.
Now Katzi licked her lips and groaned.
"What?" Pagsha asked softly as she leaned closer to her lover.
"Nothing really," Katzi assured. Then she explained. "I was just thinking about some of the changes in my life and one of the things I thought was that I also sure didn't plan on falling in love with this sexy nymph. That in turn led me to remember that this little nymph of mine also has a very talented tail that she knows how to use extremely well."
Pagsha smiled shyly. "You inspire me."
She glanced at Seven who was sitting a little away and then at the still fighting B'Elanna. Then she whispered so soft that she knew Seven wouldn't be able to hear her, "Do you think we should show them?"
Knowing only too well what her lover meant, Katzi placed a kiss on her head, "That's your, and only your, decision to make. I'm fine with it either way. I wouldn't mind if they see it, and I also wouldn't mind if we keep that part as something special and private just for us."
"I... I'm afraid of what they might think."
"Why?" Katzi reasoned. "Do you think that they will find it weird that we make use of the fact that you happen to have a very nicely shaped appendage, of which I like the size width wise and that sure can reach deeper than fingers can? Frankly, I think that they'd be more surprised to find out that we didn't do that. Or for that matter that they would also not be surprised to find out that you sometimes also use your tail to fuck yourself if I demand a show from you. I mean, what's the difference between you pushing your fingers in, or you pushing the latex covered tip of your tail in?"
Katzi winked before adding. "I really like that by the way. I mean, yeah, it's to cover that fluff of hair you have on the tip of your tail. But I like it because the covered hairs result in there being this soft bulb before the part where you have no hairs. It... adds to the sensation."
"So you told me. And of course I know, but," Pagsha stopped when suddenly a body came to rest at their feet. It was one of B'Elanna's holographic opponents who had been treated to a bat'leth in the gut, and had then been booted out of they way.
"Ewww, tell me again why I enjoy seeing people train?" Pagsha asked with a wince.
"Because you like to see muscles move," Katzi dutifully reminded. Then she saw something on the body and placed a foot on a shoulder. It was enough for the holodeck computer to know that the dead body was still part of the scene in some way and therefore it didn't dissolve the body.
Katzi bent down and pulled a weapon out of a sheath that was attached to a belt around the hologram's waist.
"A machete," Pagsha noted.
"A nicely shaped machete," Katzi corrected. "Hmm. I like the way it looks. The ones we have on Zamona are basically just a straight piece of steel that is sharp on one side and only have a little curve to the tip so that you can also use it as a fine tool if need be."
Katzi turned the blade around and studied it from several angles. "I like how with this one the back is only straight for halfway down the blade before curving down and then going straight again; making the blade width one third smaller there. And then the nice S shaped flow of the curve at the cutting side. This would actually make a pretty good short sword. Well, not a standard shape for a short sword, but I like it."
"On our planet the machete had the nickname of being 'a poor man's sword'." Pagsha noted. "So it's not uncommon for it to be seen as more than just a cutting tool. There were many small boarder wars that were fought with nothing else really; the kinds of wars where towns went against towns instead of countries doing the warring and bringing in the big guns, so to speak."
"Interesting." Katzi held the machete against her leg. "Good size too. The point ending exactly beside my knee and the grip ending exactly at my hip. It wouldn't even limit my movement. I could wear one on either side."
"You could," Pagsha agreed before asking, "But why?"
"Because I had most of my training with my sword. The sword is just fine if you're living in the woods. But as guard to the Borg Queen I'll be in confined spaces. Rooms, corridors; places where there's not enough room to use my sword freely. Short swords, or these machete would do nicely then."
"Well, yes," Pagsha agreed. "But I say again, why? You are Borg. You have a beam weapon built into your arm and you have thousands of weapons to choose from to take along besides that. So why bother with a machete?"
Katzi thought about that for a moment and sighed. "I guess you're right. It's probably my new training shining through. You know; trying to see as many weapons as possible around me. And if I then see such a fine blade, well." She shrugged.
Pagsha took the black bladed machete and felt the edge; it was sharp enough to give her a little cut just from the experimental touch. She frowned and showed the small cut to Katzi.
"Has B'Elanna the safeties set low again?"
"For her they are set to level three," Katzi agreed as she looked how the cut stopped bleeding. There definitely was something to be said for nanoprobes. "For the rest of us they are set to level five, so that's about the most you could get hurt."
Katzi took the blade back and pushed her thumb firmly against the edge before adding, "Good thing too because this blade is so sharp that it would probably have cut you three times as deep for real. Ooh, I do like this baby."
Pagsha smiled. "Then why don't you get a few for real? If nothing more than to train with. You know how I like to see you train. And it'll be fun to see you try something new."
"Oh, yes, it's always fun when we try something new," Katzi drawled.
Pagsha blushed in response. Then she admitted shyly, "I think I'd like for them to see us when I use my tail. After all, they didn't act disgusted when I put my hand in you."
"When you fisted me in front of them in the middle of the bridge," Katzi corrected with a wink. "Neh, I think they won't object to seeing that at all. I have a feeling that this is one of the reasons why I can see this watching thing between us going on for a looong time. Just like us, they simply enjoy what feels right and don't let themselves be held back by things like someone somewhere once deciding that it's something wrong. After all, if you were to listen to that then you are condemning yourself straight to hell every time you make love to me. I mean, you just thinking about having sex with another woman already got you a death sentence, let alone actually doing it. Fuck what others think, as long as we are having fun doing what we like doing."
"Ooh, I love it when you talk tough like that," Pagsha said as she kissed Katzi's shoulder.
"And I have a feeling that our friends would love to see us make love tonight. How about it, my Little One?"
Pagsha hesitated before nodding.
"For real because you want to?" Katzi asked to clarify. Sometimes being a very clear and dominant leader in a relationship could lead to your Mate doing things for you that she didn't really want to do. Katzi didn't want that, not with Pagsha at least.
"For real," Pagsha assured.
"Good. Besides, I think that the only thing that'll happen is that they'll be jealous."
"Jealous?" Pagsha asked surprised.
"Yes," Katzi assured before explaining. "They need toys to be able to do what you can do. And on top of that, you feel what you are doing. Alright, so it's not a sensitive organ, but you still feel me gripping you, still feel my warmth. And that's you. No toy, nothing fake; all real and all you."
"Will you invite them for tonight once we are done here?" Pagsha asked.
"Sure I'll ask, my shy one," Katzi assured with an indulgent smile. "But since we'll be here for a few hours yet, let's concentrate on what our friends are doing."
A few minutes later, B'Elanna finally took out the last of the opponents and looked at Seven expectantly.
Seven connected with the computer for a moment before saying, "You have a score of seventy-three out of a possible hundred."
It seemed to satisfy B'Elanna. "Not bad."
Then she looked at Katzi. It had been the first time that the Zamonan was present during a bat'leth training. "So, what do you think?"
"It looks impressive," Katzi admitted.
B'Elanna frowned. "Come on, we're amongst friends here. Feel free to say what you're thinking. I get the feeling that you're holding something back."
"It really does look impressive," Katzi assured. "But if you really want to know; that's the point. It looks impressive but doesn't do much. I don't think that it's the kind of training you should be taking."
Then she hesitated. "Well, that's not quite right. You have a very lean body and for that this fighting is very effective training that keeps you looking like that. But personally, it's the wrong training."
"I don't think I really follow on the personally wrong part," B'Elanna admitted.
"Well," Katzi said hesitantly, "You are Princess of the Borg Collective. You don't need to know some impressive fighting style that keeps you from being hurt by an enemy for five minutes in a row; you need a fighting style that takes out that enemy within five seconds. The longer a fight lasts, the more chances there are for mistakes. Every block, every thrust, every parry, is a potential for you to die. As one of my trainers once told me, 'there are only two kinds of fighters; the quick and the dead.' This fight should have been over within a minute, not have lasted twenty. Unless, as I said, you were actually using it for physical training and not as a way to know how to defend yourself if needed."
"Well, I actually do use it to keep my body in form," B'Elanna admitted. "It's more entertaining than doing some other boring training. But I can see your point about time in a fight. Do you think it could have ended much faster?"
Katzi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Under ten seconds, from the moment you started it."
Now B'Elanna grinned. "I don't want to put you on the spot here, but care to put your money where your mouth is?"
"With us that means if I dare to bet on what I just said," Katzi noted. "Bet for what?"
"Um," B'Elanna thought about what to say next. She was surprised that Katzi was even taking her up on the bet.
"How about the winner can decide what program we will run in the next hour?" Seven suggested.
"Sounds good to me," B'Elanna agreed.
Katzi nodded and connected with the Hive for a moment. A few seconds later a sword sparkled into existence in her hand. She took it out of the sheath and swirled it around a couple of times to get a feel for the balance.
"A reproduction of a Zamonan war sword," She explained when she saw the others looking at it. "Not mine though. My sword is in my quarters."
"I saw something like this when I was on earth in the Academy. They had something similar in the weapon's display. It was called a Katana and was used in a country called Japan by a warrior class. It's generally considered to be the best sword design ever created on Earth; the perfect balance between all that a sword should be."
"That would explain why we came up with it as well," Katzi noted as she looked at the blade. "Because it is that, and much more. Two different kinds of metal; the core from soft steel to be able to flex and bend so that it doesn't break, and the outside from extremely hard steel that can often cut through other metal without even leaving a mark. The perfect mix between strong, flexible, and sharp. A curve that's best suited for both hacking and slashing, yet it's still straight enough to be used for stabbing. It can truly cut through a body... vertically. This holographic one is not bad and will do for now."
"Do you want your own?" Pagsha asked. "I can go get it; it's not that far."
"No need, my Little One. This one will probably be better than my own one. I was still saving to buy me a good quality sword. Mine is basically only one step up from a training sword."
"Still saving? Are they that expensive?" B'Elanna asked while asking with a hand gesture if she could take the sword.
Katzi handed the sword to the Klingon and spent a few seconds to explain how to hold it. Then she answered the question. "Expensive? That depends on how much you can pay basically. A cheap training sword costs you about fifty Koli. But those are just a strip of metal that's been hammered and sharpened into shape; not folded at all."
"Folded?" B'Elanna interrupted as she gave the sword a few practice swings of the kind she had seen Katzi make; it was harder to do than it looked.
"Ah, yes, the outer layer is more than just hard steel. It's actually several layers of steel of different hardness that have been stacked and then hammered into one piece of steel. Then on top of that this piece of steel is folded over and hammered back into one piece, then folded again, and so on. With the result that you get hundreds of microscopically thin layers of steel; harder, softer, harder, softer, and so on, but still all harder than the relatively softer metal of the core. This folding takes a lot of work of course since it's done by hand... well, hammer."
Katzi took the sword back as she continued to explain. "The more folds, the more expensive a sword becomes. Mine cost me two hundred Koli, and it was folded five times. Doesn't sound like many folds, but you have to keep in mind that the fact that it is folded 'only' five times, does mean that it actually exists out of different metal with there being a softer core as well and not just one strip of metal that is formed to look pretty. There are swords that are folded so often that they have up to six thousand layers, and I know of at least one sword that cost over 40,000 Koli."
"Ouch, I'd call that expensive alright," B'Elanna agreed, remembering from her time on Zamona what the value of a Koli was. She watched how Katzi slung the sword over her shoulder and waited until it was adjusted into the right position on the Zamonan's back.
"Alright, let's see how good you are." B'Elanna looked at Seven and asked, "Seven, could you please?"
Seven nodded and activated the ten opponents once more. "The time starts from the first attack," Seven explained as the enemies started to circle the Zamonan.
"You might want to take the sword out," B'Elanna said amused.
"A drawn sword makes you a target," Katzi explained. "But a sword in its sheath makes you an unknown factor that 'might' be an enemy."
Then the holographic enemies attacked, some swinging their own versions of swords wildly.
It happened so fast that B'Elanna could only truly 'see' what happened by calling on her memory.
Katzi had reached a hand over her shoulder, brought her sword to waist level and then turned in a circle with her sword extended. It was only when thinking back that B'Elanna could remember the sword actually touching people during its trajectory.
"Time," The Zamonan said, not moving, her sword still in the position where she had stopped it. The only real movement from her was from her darting eyes that were going from one body to the next. Of course, there was plenty of movement from the holographic enemies that were lying on the floor.
"2.3 seconds," Seven spoke up.
"Hey, they're still alive," B'Elanna noted.
"You never said that I had to kill them," Katzi countered. "Killing them is not the point; neutralizing them is. They are dying, but might live if they get medical help soon... if they were actually alive that is. But the most important part is that I am no longer surrounded and can move and bring myself to safety."
Katzi finally put the sword away. "Besides, we were trained to hurt, not kill. Not because we have to preserve life, but because of the result. If you have fifteen enemies and we kill five, we still have ten enemies that can come after us. But if we hurt five people to the point where they need help, we take out all fifteen. Five hurt, and two per person to carry them away. And let's not forget; you can't ask dead people questions like who ordered the attack."
"The computer gave you a score of five out of a possible hundred," Seven noted amused. "However, the important part to note here is that as you can see by the enemies still being here; I did not end the scenario, the computer did. I merely checked the time. The computer has decided that the fight is over since the enemies are not capable of fighting anymore."
"So, I get a mere five for how pretty I fought, but I get a score of ninety-five for effectiveness," Katzi deducted.
"It's always interesting to see Katzi train," Pagsha spoke up. When three sets of eyebrows rose at the words she blushed and added, "Besides for that reason. A fight hardly ever lasts longer than ten seconds, with the exception of the times where she deliberately goes on for stamina training just in case a fight ever does last longer. She fights, wins, fights, wins, and so on."
Katzi took a last look at the sword before connecting to the computer and making it, and the enemies disappear. "Too bad that I won't be able to use it anymore, other than practice though. With all the weapons the Borg have there's not much use for a sword."
"Actually, I'm not so sure about that," B'Elanna said thoughtfully. "There might actually be some good reasons for you, as Royal Guard, to carry a sword around."
Katzi's eyes lit up at the suggestion, but the obvious question came from Seven.
"There is?"
"Sure. Now, let's ignore the weapons the Guards have in their arms because people don't know about those. Having a visible beam or projectile weapon with you sends a message of mistrust, even if the people carrying that weapon are guards. But swords are a different matter. Swords, or other bladed weapons, are often seen as dignified and/or part of a uniform. I mean, can you picture a Klingon walking around without at the very least one knife with them?"
"A valid point," Seven agreed. "In fact, a Klingon treats you with more respect if you have a weapon than if you do not."
B'Elanna nodded. "An old Klingon saying states; 'only babies don't know how to hold a knife'. Oh, that right there is another place where the Guards having swords or knives will benefit. There are a lot of species that will actually feel more comfortable if both sides have some basic weapons with them. And not to forget, if the guards are apparently only armed with swords and knives, then a lot of people will actually dismiss them as being ceremonial window-dressing and vastly underestimate them."
"Well, if we are going on the 'weapons are good' mentality, then I have one more for you," Pagsha said amused. "How about the symbolic angle? If the guards have swords with them they can hand them over at the beginning of negotiations to show good faith. Everyone knows that you still have a starship up there that can blast their entire planet to dust, but, hey, the guards did give up their swords."
"Somewhere in that mockery there was actually an interesting point," Seven said as she lifted an eyebrow and looked at her blue haired friend.
Pagsha smiled. "Sorry; couldn't resist. But you know it's true. You have Unimatrix 01 hanging above their head, but they will see it as a sign of good faith if the guards hand over their visible weapons."
B'Elanna nodded once more. "So, how about this, tree trunk? I,"
"Listen, you may be Princess of the Borg Collective," Katzi interrupted hotly, "but if you insist on calling me tree trunk more than this one time, I'll be forced to find an equally complementary nickname for you."
"Don't like it?" B'Elanna grinned.
Katzi merely growled. Not like B'Elanna sometimes did, but more of a low throaty rumble that got the message across only too well.
B'Elanna lifted her hands a little. "Alright, alright. Don't worry, I'm just kidding. So let me get back to your sword. How about in some situations we tell you that you can take it along, and in some we tell you that you have to leave it. If we don't tell you either way, it's your choice."
"I would like that," Katzi assured. Then she asked, "Is that only for the sword though? Because I just found something I liked."
Katzi connected with the computer again and a moment later she was holding the machete. "I was thinking of training with this, well two of these actually; one in each hand. As I just told Pagsha, the sword is great and it's my first choice. But as your guard I'll be in confined spaces a lot. Corridors, rooms, looking at stuff. In a lot of situations these would then be a lot better."
B'Elanna shrugged, giving her answer that way, so Seven put it into words. "That is fine with us. We will decide in certain situations which of them you can and cannot take along and if we do not mention it, then the choice is yours to make."
"Hey, you said you want to train with those things, you mean you don't know how to use them?" B'Elanna asked as she indicated the machete.
Without being asked, Katzi handed the blade to the Klingon. "Well, yes and no. No, because I trained mostly with the sword. There I know exactly how to use it, how long it is, how deep a cut will be. So, since I don't know that about these, I don't really know how to use them like I know how to use my sword. But at the same time, yes, because you could also call it a short sword of sorts, so a lot of my fighting style will also work with these. So, yes and no."
"Are you interested in a training partner?" B'Elanna asked before explaining, "Seven did me the great pleasure of training with me until recently. But not because she wants to, but more because she doesn't mind to and I want to. If you're up for it we could train instead. That way I get to learn your fighting style some, and Seven and Pagsha are free to do something else,"
"Or watch you train," Pagsha interrupted with a shy sexy grin.
"That would be... stimulating," Seven agreed.
"Or watch us train," B'Elanna dutifully corrected her last statement. Then she explained. "I do like my bat'leth training and I'm not going to give that up any time soon because it keeps my body in shape just the way I like it. But you were right, Katzi; I also need to know how to defend myself quickly. And if I lean to use this thing well enough I might even add it to my own outfit."
"I'd like that," Katzi agreed. "It will be fun to spar with a real opponent again." Then the Zamonan grinned and asked with a wink. "Tell me do you like to wrestle?"
B'Elanna slowly let her eyes drift up and down the body of the Zamonan who happened to be a head taller than B'Elanna, and on top of that had huge muscles that were the result of relentless training and not merely for show. And not to forget, that had won the wrestling contest in her village the last four years in a row.
"No I actually hate wrestling," B'Elanna finally said with a straight face, making Katzi laugh. Then, figuring that since they had watched each other have sex a couple of times now, B'Elanna shrugged and added, "But just between us, mmmm you have one hell of a body, and I sure love to see you and Pagsha move when you... wrestle in a whole different kind of way."
Having the perfect opening, Katzi said, "And talking about that, how about a change in scenery? There's this really... satisfying thing that Pagsha can do with her tail and I was wondering if you would be interested to see that."
As on cue, Seven and B'Elanna looked at the blue haired Ghdibrian, and then at the tail.
"I'd been wondering about that," B'Elanna finally admitted.
Katzi put her arm around her lover while saying to B'Elanna, "Ah, then let us satisfy your curiosity to the point where you will need Seven to do a whole different kind of satisfying to you."
B'Elanna laughed. "It seems you still have to learn a few things about me, my friend. Just by putting that image in my mind I'm already at the point where I need my Mate. The real question will be whether we can watch you without already starting ourselves before you're finished. It'll be fun to find out."
Continued...