Disclaimer: Only the story is mine. Everything else belongs to Paramount. As much as I'd like to say Seven and B'Elanna are mine, 'twould be a falsehood. (sigh) This story contains femslash (yup, women love women here, get used to it) so if that offends you, then read something else. Although if you've read Ghosts, the story before this one, then you're probably not offended by it if you're still reading. And if you haven't read Ghosts—go read it!
Author Notes: Sequel to Ghosts.
Code: T7
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama
Original post date: Feb, 2001
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Family, Chapter 7
Seven laid next to B'Elanna in the half-Klingon's bed, her damp hair curling on the pillow as she watched her love finish removing the clothes they had replaced to walk the short distance to where they were now. Seven almost couldn't believe this was happening and the only apprehension she felt was that she would not perform well. But when she felt B'Elanna's warm body slide into the bed next to her, even that anxiety vanished.
They lay there a moment, marveling in the beauty of each others bodies, intent to just let whatever would happen, happen. Seven reached for B'Elanna first, shuddering with pleasure as their lips met, their naked forms meeting each other in a hot embrace. B'Elanna let out a soft sound of need, clinging to her beautiful partner, running her hands up and down the milky skin, marveling in the softness and tracing the remaining implants with a loving finger.
Seven found her body reactive, exploding at the slightest touch, burning and throbbing as B'Elanna explored her body, torturing her by running her hands between her breasts, to the sides and around them, everywhere but where she desperately wanted them to be. B'Elanna smiled at Seven, enjoying the looks of joy and need on her face, reveling in the softness of the pale skin.
Finally, B'Elanna stopped teasing Seven and ran her hands gently up to her breasts, feeling the weight in her hands and drawing a shaky breath of her own desire. Seven moaned breathily and B'Elanna did what she had longed to do for so long. She took Seven's strawberry and cream breast in her mouth, drawing it in as she braced one hand against the writhing blonde's ribs.
Seven didn't know what to do with her hands. She tried burying them in B'Elanna's soft, dry hair, but she couldn't seem to hold them still and she stroked the back of the dark neck, back, cheek, anything she could touch, trying to express her love and joy. A warmth began spreading in her throbbing nether regions and she longed to feel B'Elanna in the same place that was driving her absolutely mad.
Seven grabbed B'Elanna by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back. B'Elanna grinned into Seven's smirking face and ducked her head. Then, with a growl she flipped them both again and then sat triumphantly, straddling Seven. B'Elanna laid herself along the length of Seven's body and rubbed her leg against Seven's thighs, opening them and then she slid her knee to rest in the midst of the heat between Seven's legs.
B'Elanna suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to bite Seven as she lay on top, dominating the happy woman. She took Seven's hand in hers and ran her teeth along the palm, just roughly enough to satisfy her urge without breaking the skin and drew in the scent of Seven's skin. When B'Elanna looked back at Seven's face, her eyes were closed and her lips half-parted.
Seven's tongue shot out to wet her suddenly dry lips and waited impatiently for B'Elanna to finish claiming her. She needed it, in every part of her being, to know that they belonged to each other and that no one could take that away. The thought of offering the Klingon Oath occurred to her, but she wasn't sure how B'Elanna would greet the suggestion, considering her dislike of that part of her heritage. Finally, the need to seal their bond permanently won out.
The words came smoothly, if a bit accented, from Seven's lips, catching B'Elanna by surprise. Words that she had dreaded most her life suddenly became the most precious words in the universe and she accepted without a second thought. For a moment they lay, locked in each other's gazes, then B'Elanna placed her hand on the inside of Seven's thigh, gently brushing the warm blonde hairs with her thumb, causing Seven to press herself against B'Elanna's patient hand.
She pressed her hand against the soft mound, feeling the pulse beneath. Suddenly Seven's eyes opened and she started to try and turn the tables, but B'Elanna pushed Seven down firmly against the bed. She didn't struggle, but rather watched B'Elanna with all her attention riveted on the beautiful, dark face of her soon to be lover.
B'Elanna pressed her fingers along the seam of Seven's nether lips, separating them and spreading the wetness up to her aching nub. She lowered herself into the bed next to Seven, watching the blue eyes darken and lighten as though the feelings were too much for them to sort. B'Elanna didn't turn from the raw emotion she saw reflected in those eyes, but embraced it, rubbing two fingers between the folds of Seven's sex.
Seven jerked and twitched as new sensations jolted through her body, like nothing she had ever felt before. All her fears, pains and troubles vanished with the first stroke of B'Elanna's tender fingers. She felt the muscle in her lower abdomen spasm and clench and it seemed that her heart would explode as she felt B'Elanna slip inside her for the first time. She lost track of time and everything around her then, as B'Elanna's thumb took over the job her fingers had abandoned for elsewhere and it seemed as if everything but B'Elanna slipped away in a moment of deafening blindness.
B'Elanna cupped Seven's chin from behind her neck as she came. She watched Seven's first orgasm with a mixture of love, pride and an overwhelming sense of the beauty before her. As Seven cried out in abandon, it was too much for B'Elanna who followed from her own desire and from watching Seven lose herself.
When everything came back to Seven, she heard the panting of the woman she loved mixed with her own, felt their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and noted the way that B'Elanna's leg was wrapped around her own in a way that made her feel strangely protected. She looked down at B'Elanna and released one of her hands to stroke the ridges on her brow, trailing her hand down to follow the line of her jaw and cup her chin to bring their lips together.
Words were more than she could bear at that moment, so she pulled B'Elanna up to lay nestled in her arms and grabbed the blanket from the floor to cover their naked bodies; to make it seem as if they were joined at more than the heart and soul. As if she needed more. Seven felt complete for the first time in her life. Not her parents, not the Collective, not the crew of Voyager had been able to give her this sense of unity.
She found her voice enough to whisper to B'Elanna, "I love you, be'nal." In her haze of passion, B'Elanna heard the words and managed, somehow, to speak them back. B'Elanna still hadn't recovered from the shock of the feel of Seven's exquisite softness, the feel of their bodies entwined, the feel of their souls brushing and their hearts beating as one. In Seven, she had found her family, her heart and her life. All in one breath, which she used to express the fewest of words for the greatest of feelings.
"I love you, too, bangwI'. Be'nal. Seven." They drifted off into sleep together, still whispering the words that their hearts were able to express with one beat. Over and over until everything faded into the night.
To be continued...
