What Jefferies Tubes are For
by lakemonster (perseusevans11@hotmail.com)
"Vorik, will you hold still for a minute!" B'Elanna snapped, "Stop wiggling!"
"I am not…" He paused, as if considering whether or not the word was appropriate for the mouth of a Vulcan, "…wiggling." He held himself still to illustrate his point. She reached down to his belly---He sucked in his breath---and pulled up the zipper of his uniform, concealing the sweat-soaked undershirt. The Jefferies tube they lay tangled in was remote, and it was unlikely anyone would crawl around the corner any minute, but with Klingon blood comes some degree of paranoia, and she wasn't in the mood to explain their state of undress to random passersby. Grasping her desire for an innocent appearance, Vorik straightened her uniform, replaced a pip that had clattered down the Jefferies tube, and manipulated her collar to cover the telling bite-marks on her collarbone. She took a quick survey of his appearance and sighed. It was subtle, but one could see the dampness of the uniform, the slight flush of the Vulcan's skin, the disarray of the meticulous ensign's hair. Her lips felt more swollen than his looked, and she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.
"Computer, what time is it?" She barked without tearing her eyes from Vorik's.
"The time is oh-two-hundred."
Her eyes went wide, "How long was I out?"
"I'm uncertain, Lieuten---"
"Vorik!"
"I'm uncertain, B'Elanna. I regained consciousness less than five minutes before you."
A half-amused look graced her usually harsh features. "You mean you fell asleep, too?"
"Indeed," Vorik lay back down and faced her, "I am unused to this activity. It is particularly strenuous."
B'Elanna grinned with sudden jollity and pulled him against her, pressing her mouth to his. He responded with a welcoming tongue and an aroused groan. He rolled onto her slowly, half-crushing her body under his. She tangled her fingers in his hair, wrapping a leg around one of his.
"Lieu---B'Elanna," His voice was unusually thick, "Perhaps we should…adjourn to a more appropriate location…"
"And where did you have in mind?" She ran her tongue down the beautiful curve of his ear, eliciting small gasps and sighs. His hands fought to stay away from her body.
"Your quarters---ah!---perhaps, would be most logical." @
A/N: I found this rattling around my computer and thought I'd post it. Hope you enjoyed it! I don't own Star Trek.