Chapter 8
B'Elanna stretched and slowly opened her eyes, only to see blue ones looking back at her. "Morning," She said sleepy before asking with a smile, "How are you this morning?"
Seven smiled. "I believe the proper reply is, 'I am well.' Having said that, though this is a proper description of how I feel physically, I do feel that this does injustice to how I feel emotionally. Physically I feel this interesting mix of being very relaxed, a little tired, and yet at the same time full of energy. But emotionally I only feel one thing."
"Which is?" B'Elanna asked, fearing that this one feeling might be regret.
"I feel loved," Seven said softly.
B'Elanna smiled before admitting, "For a moment I thought that you were going to tell me that you felt that we made a mistake last night."
Seven softly caressed B'Elanna's face. "You are my Mate. Nothing about last night was a mistake. And just for the record, in case you are wondering, you are an excellent lover."
Seeing that Seven was just as glad as B'Elanna herself about what had happened between them, the Klingon came closer and treated her Mate to a passionate kiss. "Believe me, my most wonderful ice Princess, you're an excellent lover as well."
Then she smirked. "In fact, as of this moment I officially declare that the ice part is outdated. There's nothing ice about you. You're hot as Hell." Then she hesitated for a moment, wanting it to be very clear to her Mate that she was fully sincere in her next words. "I love you, Seven."
They kissed again before B'Elanna added, "Thank you for giving me a second chance. Thank you for not holding what I did in the past against me now. Thank you for loving me."
"You are welcome," Seven assured with a smile. "Though technically it is you that gave us a second chance. In fact, you gave us a lot of second chances. I merely took them. You were the one that finally started to talk to me in a real conversation in the brig. You were the one that invited me into your quarters to live there. You were the one... the one that showed me that love is the most important thing in a relationship."
"How about we compromise by saying that we're both glad that we were finally smart enough to see what we could have if only we tried a little?"
"I like that compromise," Seven said with a smile.
They spent long minutes kissing and holding each other; simply basking in their love for each other. Finally Seven asked thoughtfully, "B'Elanna, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," B'Elanna said while she wondered, for a moment, if they should get up. Then she decided against it. Her sense of time told her that it was early yet. So why get up when she could stay in bed and kiss Seven, and not to forget, move her hands leisurely over the blonde's nude body.
"You normally always say 'Kahless' if referring to a higher power. Yet last night you have hardly mentioned him. Instead you kept referring to 'Gods.' Why?"
"Well," B'Elanna answered thoughtfully. "Because Kahless is great if you are cursing or emphasizing something, but if you use his name all the time... I think you wear it out, for lack of better words. So I prefer to say Gods in situations where I'm doing more than just throwing a curse around. Not that I actually believe in any, but it does give added meaning to a statement."
"I see. Thank you for the explanation."
"No problem," B'Elanna assured. Silence settled over them once more. B'Elanna thought back to their wonderful night and then something that had felt wonderful came back to her.
"Hey Seven," B'Elanna lost her train of thought for a moment when those wonderful blue eyes focused on hers. Then she smiled and continued. "Last night, I can't even start to describe how incredibly good it felt, what you did to me. You also have an incredibly talented tongue. There's one thing I noticed. It felt as if your tongue was deeper inside of me than any tongue had ever been. Could you do me a favor? Can you stick your tongue out for me, as far as you can?"
Seven did so and B'Elanna was surprised, but very glad, to see that the tip of Seven's tongue actually reached passed the end of her chin. "Figures. Tell me, is there something that isn't perfect about you?"
For a moment Seven looked confused. Then a smile came across her face when she understood that B'Elanna was very pleased with how far she could extend her tongue. "Yes, there is one thing that is not perfect."
"What?" B'Elanna asked, wondering what Seven would consider not perfect.
"No matter how much you excite me, B'Elanna, my cranial implant regulates my hormones to the point where I am excited, but do not reach the stage where I need release 'now.' I have to give my implant a command to stop regulating my hormones to reach a stage where I need you so bad that I feel like dying if you do not touch me."
"Really?" B'Elanna asked surprised, looking into those blue eyes to see if Seven was joking. Seeing only sincerity she asked, "But you can turn that off? You can fully enjoy? Last night you seem to enjoy yourself, a lot. You were experiencing that fully and not like there was some kind of... filter dampening your feelings?"
"Yes. As I said, I can be excited. Just hearing you say that you were going to fuck me again excited me. I really wanted, needed, you to make love to me last night. It is just that I will not feel this need until I stop controlling my hormone levels. If I do not 'switch off' the implant that regulates my hormone levels I will still enjoy what I am doing to you. I will even enjoy what you are doing to me. I can reach an orgasm while my cranial implant is regulating my hormone levels, but,"
"But as long as that implant is controlling your hormones I will never be able to drive you wild to the point where you stop whatever you are doing and just jump me," B'Elanna said in understanding. "Even if I would be doing to you what I was doing to you last night when I made you come that last time... if that implant is on, you will enjoy it and eventually come. But with the implant off, like last night, you feel so much more that you have to scream out your release, like you did."
"Indeed," Seven affirmed.
"Honey," B'Elanna said with a smile, "I hate to tell you, but that doesn't make you less perfect. It only means that more likely than not our love making will follow a pattern of you first taking care of me because you can wait while I can't. And only after that I then concentrate on loving you until you can't see straight anymore."
"But will this not make our lovemaking predictable?" Seven asked, brushing strands of hair out of her lover's face.
B'Elanna thought about that for a moment. "Honey, love making is bound to become predictable. Yes, you can use other positions and do it in other places than the bed. But that really doesn't change much. Soon you will discover exactly what I like, how I like it and how much of it I like. And the same goes for me with you. Predictable is alright, as long as it continues to be fun. For instance, how often have you eaten your favorite food? Don't give me the real number; that was a rhetorical question."
"Very often," Seven merely said.
"So now that you have eaten it so often, do you like it less than you did the first time?"
"I actually like it more now, since I did need to get used to the taste in the beginning."
"You love it, even though you know exactly what it tastes like. Lovemaking is just like that. It'll become predictable, but that doesn't mean that it'll lose its appeal. Predictable can actually be damn good. I'll know that it will be great, I'll know that you know exactly how to make me come so hard that I'll swear every damn time that it was the best orgasm ever. Predictable is not as bad as it sounds. The way you touch me right now while we are talking, the way you are trailing your hand along my side. I love that. And now that I have told you that, you will more than likely do that every time when we are lying in bed and talking. Just because you are doing it now, doesn't mean that I'm going to like it less the next time you do it, or the next time after that."
"I can see the logic in that," Seven said with a smile.
B'Elanna returned the smile. "And just so that you don't get worried later on, let me explain something else as well. In the beginning, the first weeks, months, maybe even the entire first year, we will be making love a lot. Knowing how often we both like to masturbate and just translating that to us making love instead, I can certainly see us making love a lot in the beginning; probably every day, if we have the chance and time. But over time we will start making love less often. That doesn't mean that there is a problem between us. It is simply that over time, lovemaking and orgasms become less important. We will reach a point where simply cuddling for a while feels better than an orgasm ever could."
"I will NOT stop making love to you, now that I can!" Seven said resolutely.
"Gods, I hope not," B'Elanna agreed. "But it will become less. It's just numbers, Seven. We both have a healthy libido, so let's say that in the beginning we make love seven times a week. Over a year that might have dropped to only three times a week. Over two years it might only be once a week. Who knows, maybe then it is only once a month. But that doesn't mean that we won't be touching each other those other days. As I said, those other nights, we might simply sit on the couch and cuddle. Or lay in the bed just holding each other."
Seven shook her head slightly. "I sincerely doubt that I will ever be able to only make love to you once a month."
"Who really knows what will happen, Seven? Just three months ago we were fighting like cats and dogs."
"Which we still do now," Seven interrupted.
"Yes, but even though we both liked those fights, we weren't friends then. Be honest, Seven. Did you really think back then that only three months later you would be lying here naked beside me after a wonderful night of loving?"
"I had fantasies with you in them, but I never thought that they would actually come true," Seven admitted.
"Really?" B'Elanna asked with a grin. "Did you think of me while you masturbated?"
Seven placed a soft kiss on B'Elanna's lips. "Of course. But that is not what I was thinking about. B'Elanna, I told you that while I was with Harry, I was thinking of being with a woman; you were that woman."
"Really?" B'Elanna asked surprised. "Didn't you still dislike me back then?"
"I did," Seven agreed. "But regardless of the fact that I disliked you, you are a very attractive woman. In fact you are beautiful."
Seven smiled before asking, "However, is not a big part of fantasizing the thinking that what is out of reach can actually be touched? I disliked you, you irritated me, frustrated me. There have been several occasions where I pictured us having an argument and me ending it by initiating sex with you."
B'Elanna chuckled. "Well, just for the record, I'm all open for makeup sex. So the next time we fight, and you want to end it that way... I'm all for it."
"Good to know." Then Seven asked, "And what about other situations? Would you be open to us taking unscheduled breaks without first fighting? Working with you is an experience. When I worked with other women, they normally sit or stand behind a console. But you, B'Elanna, you. When we are making repairs, you move. I have seen you working bent over, sticking your ass out at me for fifteen minutes; I have seen you lying on the floor while loosening bolts on one of the shuttles. That gave me ample time to admire the swell of your breasts beneath your uniform. You..."
"Are you telling me that working with me made you hot?" B'Elanna asked with a sexy grin.
Seven softly caressed B'Elanna's face. "Beloved, you still make me hot while we work."
"Good to know. It'll be fun to tease you while at work now that I know that seeing me makes you hot. Pity though that it'll never make you hot to the point where you'll jump me. I think that could be a lot of fun."
"You, B'Elanna Torres, are evil."
B'Elanna grinned before saying seriously, "Seven, don't worry about the fact that you have to switch off that implant to enjoy fully, and that because of that our sex life will probably have a predictable sequence. Because frankly, I like it. Baby, as you noticed last night I get damn horny. Now I know that I don't have to feel guilty about going first most of the time. I can go to bed and not have to worry about once again denying the person that is making me feel so wonderful. Instead I can look forward to taking my time once I'm sated and ready to repay that person that made me feel so wonderful. To me it sounds like a pretty damn good deal. You can take your time concentrating on me because you haven't switched that implant off yet. And then I can concentrate on you because you already took care of that Klingon 'gimme some now' urge."
"I like that 'gimme some now' urge," Seven noted.
"You do huh?" B'Elanna asked with a smile.
"Yes, as I said, I like the way you taste and you are at your wettest during this 'gimme some now' stage. All the more for me to clean up when I lick you."
"Oh gods, Seven, now, and also last night... where did you learn to talk like that?"
"I... Once it became clear that there might be a chance that we might become lovers, I ran a holodeck simulation. It was an adult program called 'girls having fun,' the phrases I use were used in that program."
B'Elanna looked up at the blonde with round eyes. "I know that program, that isn't an educational program, that's a porn program."
"So I found out about five minutes into the program. But I found it very informative, and... stimulating. I ran the entire program, I was sure I could learn something from it, and I did."
"Did you participate?" B'Elanna asked, she knew that every program in the holodeck could be run in two ways. Either as an observer that is not seen/ignored by the characters, or with you as a participant, in which the characters would focus on you.
"I only watched," Seven said. "Even though it is a mere simulation, I felt that if I had participated, I would have been cheating on you, regardless of the fact that we were not intimate."
B'Elanna let out a relieved breath of air. "Thank you."
"Now, how do you know that this program was a 'porn' program? I merely said its title."
"I... Um, well, Tom once thought that it would be fun to watch an all girl porn program, he thought that it would make me hot and willing to go all night."
"Was he right?" Seven asked intrigued.
"He was right about the fact that it got me hot. The problem was that he got hot too and wanted to have sex, while I wanted to continue to look at the women. He never suggested another program like that. Though I'm willing to bet that he 'looked' at some of them without me. It is after all very easy to program an extra character into this all girl program, an extra character who wants to have sex with a man."
"That is not logical. If you do that, it is no longer 'all girl.'"
"Hey, we are talking about Tom, since when is he logical?"
Seven hesitated before agreeing, "Good point."
"And talking about Tom," B'Elanna said, knowing that now was as good a time as any. "Are you comfortable with his... new found interests?"
"New found interests?" Seven repeated.
"Yeah, you know, how he's now stopped trying to get me into bed and is more interested in our relationship."
"Ah, those interests. You know him better than I do. What do you think about those... interests? Is he serious about what he hopes to see?" Seven asked.
B'Elanna thought about that for a moment. "Well, first of all I have to give him bonus points for being honest and making no secret of what he hopes to see. Having said that, I would say that this is just it; he is very serious about what he hopes to see. The real question is what he expects to see. I mean hope is a very broad term. Janeway hopes that we will be home tomorrow and all of us know that that won't happen. You can hope, knowing damn well that your hope is in vain. Let there be no mistake about it, if we were to say 'hey Tom, do you want to watch,' then you can bet your pretty ass that he would say yes and would indeed stay to watch. But as I said, what you hope will happen is not what you expect will happen. I don't think that he really thinks that he will ever see us making love. He knows how private lovemaking is; he would never have wanted someone to watch while he and I made love... no real life person that is. He also knows that our life isn't a holodeck episode. I think that it's more that he would like to hear some juicy details."
"Juicy details?" Seven asked.
"Yeah, you know. Like mentioning to him that you can suck harder than the vacuum of space," B'Elanna grinned. "Or hearing me admit that I love to eat you."
"Or the fact that I can regulate my hormonal levels and therefore can concentrate on you first while making love," Seven added.
"Or that," B'Elanna agreed.
"I am still surprised that he would much rather hear from us that we enjoyed making love, instead of simply going to the holodeck and looking at two female characters making love."
B'Elanna thought about that for a moment. "Truthfully, I can understand where he's coming from. The thing is that we're real. When we tell him about something, then it really did happen. Remember my 'sound shows?' You listened to me while you couldn't see me; only hear me. Yet you didn't go to the holodeck to see a woman touch herself, or maybe even do more. Why didn't you?"
"Because characters from the holodeck would not be you," Seven said, understanding what B'Elanna meant. "Hearing you was much more exciting than watching a creation of light and force fields emulating sexual behavior could ever be."
"And hearing us talk is much more interesting than playing on the holodeck," B'Elanna explained. "Even for a holodeck junkie like him."
"I understand. So how much detail would you feel comfortable with Tom knowing?"
"Well," B'Elanna said, thinking about it for a moment. "I'm not about to give him a show, that's for sure. But I think that it would be alright if when we're around him, we don't have to watch our words."
"I believe I would like that level as well," Seven agreed. "It would be fun to have a person besides you that I can play with, in a vocabulary way of course."
"It damn well better be in a vocabulary way only," B'Elanna said with a fake growl.
"And what if I want to make you jealous? Play around. Flirt with someone?"
"Seven, may I remind you, that I'm part Klingon and happen to have a very sharp bat'leth at home?"
Seven smiled. "You do not have to worry, beloved, you are my Mate and the only person that I will touch sexually from now on."
"Same here, Seven, same here." B'Elanna hesitated and then asked with a frown, "You called me beloved. It's not the first time you said that."
"Do you object to that endearment? Seven asked softly. "You have called me several things already; honey, baby, and others. I would like to call you something else besides B'Elanna. But using the endearments you use does not quite... fit me. Calling you beloved fits me."
"I don't mind it at all," B'Elanna was quick to assure. "I can certainly understand you wanting to have an intimate thing to call me. Endearments have always come easy to me. That's why I started to call you baby and honey so easily. But I know that this is not you."
"Have you used those endearments before?" Seven wondered.
B'Elanna lowered her eyes a little. "Yes, with every person I've slept with. I'm sorry, Seven, but when I make love, I prefer to use endearments instead of names."
Seven smiled a little, she had a feeling that the Klingon now thought that hearing B'Elanna say those words had lost their appeal to Seven. "But I am sure that you never meant those words as much as you mean them when you say them to me."
B'Elanna looked Seven in the eyes and saw that small twinkle there. "Of course, baby, I never meant them as much as I do when I talk to you. Thank you."
Both of them knew that the 'thank you' was because Seven didn't mind B'Elanna using names that she had also used with other lovers.
A comfortable silence settled over them; neither of them really wanting to get up because they liked where they were way too much.
It was Seven who finally spoke up again. Looking at B'Elanna lovingly she admitted, "I did not plan for us to make love last night, but I am not sorry that we did."
"Tell me about it," B'Elanna agreed with a laugh. "I was hoping to have our first time be somewhere romantic, special. And I... What are you smiling at?"
"B'Elanna, we are on a planet, in the middle of nature, real animals around us. A real lake just a few paces away. No holodeck illusion could be better than this."
B'Elanna grinned. "I guess you've got a point. There's one small thing though."
"Which is?" Seven wondered.
"If this was a holodeck creation then we would walk out of the door and all would be over. But now we have to face those women, knowing that the whole damn village must have heard us last night."
Seven smiled in agreement. "Then there is that. But going on how important the bond between Mates is to these women, I have a feeling that the fact that we made passionate love will be something that will heighten the respect these women have for us."
"Gods I hope you're right," B'Elanna groaned. "And talking about them... how about we get up and face the music?"
They reluctantly got out of bed and moved to the table where they put, or more to the point threw, their clothing the night before.
Seeing Seven pick up her biosuit, B'Elanna asked, "A bit late to ask, but I thought you had to wear that thing as much as possible? So how come you wearing leather and other clothing is suddenly an option?"
"Because I do not have to wear my biosuits as much as possible," Seven disagreed while moving closer to B'Elanna so that she could steal a kiss from her more than willing victim.
"It is simply that I have always worn them since being severed from the Collective. They do have the advantage of regulating my body temperature, and the electronics do interact with my implants, but I certainly can wear other clothing. It is just that until a few days ago I never thought of a reason to suddenly change my wardrobe."
"So what reason do you have now? Besides hearing me talk about how much I like leather clothing of course," B'Elanna asked as she let her hands drift down Seven's sides until they were resting on the blonde's shapely behind.
"For one, if I start wearing shirts like you do, you could at any time move your hands under the shirt and pinch my nipples like you did so excellently last night."
"Like this?" B'Elanna asked as she moved one of her hands to pinch one of the blonde's nipples before moving her hand to play with the entire breast instead.
"Yes," Seven agreed. "But that is more the ulterior motive. The main reason is that I have watched you since I moved in with you. Having biosuits is convenient in the fact that you do not have to spend a lot of time thinking about what you should wear that day. But I like what you have much more. Not counting on duty time, you dress to how you feel at that time, or according to the occasion if you leave the quarters for some reason. I like that and I would like to have that freedom myself."
"Well, I am all for it," B'Elanna assured. "I think I would love to see you in different clothing all the time. But Seven, with that chest you have, if you start wearing only T-shirts without also wearing a bra, you would have every set of eyes on Voyager glued to your breasts."
"And this would be different from normal... how?" Seven asked amused. "Rest assured, B'Elanna. I will mostly still be wearing my biosuits, certainly while on duty. And I do realize that my breasts will move too much if I do any kind of activity other than reading if I do not wear a bra. But at home, why not? But I do know that I will have to wear a bra when I leave the quarters and I am wearing the type of clothing you prefer to wear. For some reason most people find seeing breasts in general pleasing, but if they can see the nipples through the fabric, they find this very erotic. So I have to wear a bra for that reason alone already."
"I find you very erotic," B'Elanna said, moving her thumbs over the nipples of Seven's breasts. "You know, I really like the fact more and more that you have to consciously stop regulating your hormone levels to get fully turned on. I can touch you like this now and you enjoy it enough for you nipples to get hard, but it won't drive you to needing to jump into bed again. I like it. I love that I can touch you for a moment simply to touch you."
"And I find you very erotic as well, B'Elanna Torres. And I truly enjoy your touch. As for clothing, since living with you I have discovered that things are different when you have a set of quarters. People do not come in unannounced. Therefore, I would be comfortable wearing a shirt without a bra at home. Maybe even, if you are good, let you feel my breasts and massage them every once in a while."
"Really?" B'Elanna asked, getting excited just by the idea of simply having a comfortably clothed Seven around the home, not even about being able to touch her whenever she wanted, but simply from the idea of seeing those big breasts hidden behind nothing but a thin layer of T-shirt material, her nipples almost as visible as they were now.
"Really," Seven assured. "Within the borders of reasonability, be assured that I welcome your touch whenever you feel like touching me."
B'Elanna reluctantly stepped away from her lover. As she put on her panties she asked with a grin, "So no suddenly grabbing your boobs?"
"No, however I would welcome you softly touching my breasts as we cuddle," Seven countered with a raised eyebrow.
"I look forward to that," B'Elanna assured. Then she sighed. "Alright, enough fun and games for now. Let's go out there and pretend that we don't know why they're smirking when we see all of those smirking faces."
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"Good morning. Did you have a good night of... rest?" Dasia asked innocently as they met close by the food hut.
B'Elanna didn't know how to react to the question, but luckily Seven came to the rescue.
"Thank you. Yes, once we fell asleep we had a very good rest period. How was your night?"
Dasia smiled. "Once I was able to fall asleep I slept very well. It's just that until past midnight some wild animals were keeping the entire village awake. I've sent out the hunters today to see if they can find these animals. They must be ferocious beasts, for all the noise that they were making."
"Well, I hope that you're lucky in your hunt," B'Elanna said.
"Yes, getting lucky seems to be the theme in this village as of late."
B'Elanna was about to react again, but held her tongue when she saw Janeway coming in their direction.
"Ladies," Janeway said, looking at B'Elanna and Seven for a moment, but not mentioning what was clearly on her mind. "Dasia, since we are to meet your Queen in two hours time, is there anything else we should talk about? Anything else we should know?"
"Not really, Kathryn. We already negotiated most. The meeting with our Queen will mostly be to go over the deals that we've made. There might be some slight changes made, but as long as you don't anger the Queen the deals we've made should be able to stand."
"Very well. In that case, would you excuse us while I have a little conversation with my crew members?"
Dasia had a feeling what Janeway was going to talk about. From what she had learned from these people from space, they weren't as casual as the Zamonan were with certain things. "Certainly. B'Elanna, Seven, since I don't know how long the meeting with the Queen will be, I'll ask you this now that I know I have the time. As you already know, I've invited you to stay here in this village if the meeting with my Queen goes well. I've been told that you have to be at your ship for several hours every day. I would like to ask you if you could make it back to the village before nightfall the day after tomorrow."
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem," B'Elanna said, giving the matter some thought. "We plan to do our half shifts relatively early in the day, Seven and I should be free around two in the afternoon. But, um, why?"
"Because the day after tomorrow we celebrate the rebirth of our goddess. It is considered good luck for the village to have a new couple at that time. Especially a new couple who doesn't hide their love, and lust, for each other. I would consider it a great honor if you would share this celebration with us."
"Um, sure, we'd love to," B'Elanna said while tugging at her hair a little. She was becoming uncomfortable with the fact that her lovemaking with Seven seemed to be such a big point. But when she saw that Janeway now had a different look on her face, it became clear to B'Elanna that Dasia had spoken for her benefit; making it clear that the Zamonan had no problem with the fact that they'd heard the sounds coming from B'Elanna and Seven's hut. Clearly Dasia had seen that Janeway had assumed that the Zamonan had a problem with it.
Dasia turned to Janeway. "Kathryn, do you prefer to use your shuttle to go meet our Queen, or would you prefer to use our transporters?"
"Can we transport from here?" Janeway asked, still not knowing just what kind of transporter capabilities these women had.
"Yes we can."
"Then your transporters would be fine."
"Very well, please meet me at my hut in two hours." With those words, Dasia turned and walked away.
"Ladies," Janeway said once Dasia was gone.
"Captain," B'Elanna and Seven said at the same time.
"Is there any chance that you can tone the volume down a little the next time you... um, spend the night. It was quite disturbing."
"We apologize, Captain," Seven said. "We will try to 'tone it down' next time. It is simply that last night was... our first. I must admit that we did not think about anyone but ourselves."
"Do try next time. Anyway, let's go over some more details before our meeting."
Continued...