Feverish

by starbuckmeggie

Haven't written a Voyager fic in a good ten years; this just sort of came to me in the form of a couple of free-floating ideas. It's not long, but it'll be good for the hearts of all the PTers out there, old and new. Based on a moment from Blood Fever.

I know that it's completely wrong.

I also know that this could be considered taking advantage of her.

But I've dreamt of kissing B'Elanna Torres for such a long time, that I can't help indulging in this fantasy for just a few moments.

It's absolute bliss.

Her lips are so soft, so yielding under mine. Her scent intoxicates me. Her body presses against mine, so warm, so perfect.

Kissing her is how I always imagined it would be, and nothing at all like I expected.

I know she's not herself right now, and I know that she's just telling me what I want to hear so that I'll give in, but for a few eternal moments, I let myself live out one of my ultimate fantasy—the fantasy where B'Elanna wants me as much as I want her.

Maybe…one day…

I mean, this pon farr thing can't be completely out of the blue, right? There had to be some sort of attraction to begin with.

At least that's what I'll tell myself. If I'm lucky, it might even be true.

Until that day comes when B'Elanna will let me kiss her without some sort of chemical imbalance influencing her, I'll have to rely on these moments of heaven to keep me warm at night.

But I have to stop kissing her. Somehow. Even if it kills me.