In Close Quarters

B'Elanna is forced to share quarters with someone while Voyager is in low-power gray mode due to repairs.

A/N: masturbating

Prompt: were you masturbating?

B'Elanna Torres growled with frustration as she walked into the tiny living space. These weren't her typical quarters. Most of the crew had been reassigned to three through five so they could save power. They had been under constant attack and they were just trying to make it through to the next sector. They were a day from reaching it. The Chief Engineer was working round the clock to keep on top of the repairs until she had finally been ordered to rest by Captain Janeawy. She had retreated to her assigned quarters on deck five. She couldn't argue with the woman. She was exhausted. She had been pushing forward even though her body was screaming for sleep.

Entering her new quarters, she was relieved to find them empty. Her roommate was still working somewhere on the ship. She stripped off her uniform and proceeded to take the fastest sonic shower possible. She pulled on a pair of underwear and a starfleet issue tank top, before flopping down in bed. As tired as she was, her mind was racing with a million things she had to do. Her mind was spiraling. If the Captain hadn't threatened to check the computer to ensure she was resting, she would have put on a fresh uniform and snuck back down to Engineering.

Figuring she just needed to focus her mind elsewhere, she let her hand squeeze her breast before moving down the front of her body. She lifted the waistband of her underwear and stroked down the front, playing with her pubic hair before she began to massage her mons. Her fingers began to stroke her labia, drawing a soft breath from her lips as she closed her eyes and opened her legs. She realized she was exposed should anyone enter the room, but the thought of her roommate walking in and seeing her fingering herself suddenly had her far more aroused than she realized. She could see the tall blonde standing in the doorway, the piercing blue eyes staring at her, watching as her fingers parted her labia and began to finger her clitoris.

"Fuck," B'Elanna hissed, her hips arching off the bed to meet her fingers. With each stroke, her mind teased her with some erotic image of Seven of Nine that had her nearing her orgasm. She fought her release trying to draw out the feeling that was coursing through her body until she felt her muscles pulsing around her fingers as she came. She relaxed against the bed, panting, continuing to lightly stroke her wetness, still thinking about Seven. She felt naughty, but she hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since Seven had boldly bitten her on the cheek in a Klingon mating ritual. She knew Seven hadn't been herself, but the act alone had set the half-Klingon's body ablaze with an arousal that not even Tom could have put out. B'Elanna would never tell him the truth of her desires, that it was Seven she longed to kiss and touch.

She sighed, eventually removing her hand from her underwear, closing her legs. Before she could do anything else, the door opened and Seven walked inside. The blonde stopped, her eyes turning to where B'Elanna lay. The engineer froze as she watched Seven. B'Elanna could see Seven's eyes dilate a little.

"B'Elanna, were you just masturbating?" Seven tilted her head. It had been a struggle the first day of their living arrangement to get Seven to call the Chief Engineer by her first name while sharing quarters, but Seven seemed to finally grasp the concept of dropping titles while off duty.

B'Elanna rolled her eyes, grumbling, "Nothing gets past you, does it?" There was no use denying it. The smell was in the air, the evidence of orgasm was on her fingers and panties. "Yes, Seven, I was."

"Do you require assistance?" Seven lifted the eyebrow above her ocular implant.

B'Elanna nearly choked on her own air, "Excuse me?!" She blurted out. Her heart was in her throat, her mind was racing with sheer panic while her body hummed with arousal.

"An orgasm is more efficient when another person is providing the stimulation," Seven said, almost sounding rather matter of fact.

B'Elanna pushed up to her elbows and stared at the former borg, "Seven, have you ever been with another person sexually? Let alone go down on another woman's pussy?"

"No, your point being?" Seven asked, walking towards the end of the bed, looking down at B'Elanna. The engineer's panties grew wetter at the sight of Seven standing over her. "I have done adequate research, and I wish to assist you with your needs."

"Is this your way of telling me you like me, Seven?" B'Elanna arched her brow with a low laugh.

"Both your body temperature and heart rate have increased by 10 percent since I entered the room. Not to mention, the scent of your vaginal pheromones has grown heavier, B'Elanna," Seven pointed out with an arch of her brow. "Your body language would suggest that you are attracted to me."

B'Elanna swallowed hard as she stared at Seven.

"Am I correct?"

"Yes, Kahless, yes, you're correct, Seven!" B'Elanna growled out, squeezing her thighs together. "I like you… and I… require your assistance…"

"Very well," Seven said, turning away from the brunette. "Will you assist me with this zipper?"

"It'd be much better if you wore a uniform…easier to get out of, but, also I think you would look gorgeous in one..." B'Elanna moved to her knees and pulled the zipper down, revealing Seven's smooth back.

"Are you unhappy with my appearance?" Seven asked as she turned to face B'Elanna as both women peeled the suit over her shoulders, breasts and down to her hips. Seven watched as the other woman's warm brown eyes moved over her body.

B'Elanna didn't respond right away. Despite her Klingon tendencies, she was gentle as she moved her hand up Seven's toned stomach and between her breasts, lightly caressing her right nipple. She looked up at Seven and her other hand snaked up behind Seven's neck. She pulled the woman's head down to her own so their lips could meet. "I think you're the most beautiful woman on the ship," she said quietly against Seven's lips.

B'Elanna moved to lay back and pulled Seven down with her, opening her legs so the blonde could lay between them. For a minute, they just laid there and kissed, letting their tongues engage in a dance as they settled into the feeling of being with each other. B'Elanna didn't rush Seven. She reached up to unpin Seven's hair, tangling her fingers in the luscious blonde locks.

Seven lifted herself up enough to push B'Elanna's shirt up, which the brunette pulled over her head and tossed aside. Seven lowered her head and let her tongue flick over B'Elanna's nipple, "Is this acceptable?" B'Elanna's response was a needy moan and a nod. Pleased with the reaction, Seven began to suck on the erect nipple, watching her engineer's reaction. Her ocular implants also informed her of how B'Elanna's body reacted. After giving both breasts ample attention, she began to kiss down the toned stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under her lips. She shifted so she could pull the ruined underwear down her muscular legs. She looked at B'Elanna's dripping sex.

B'Elanna looked at Seven and wondered if this was suddenly moving too fast. "Seven…" she whispered. The question she was about to ask was lost in her moan as she felt the warm tongue run up between her labia. "Oh… fuck..." she gasped, moaning, as the tip of Seven's tongue was buried in her pussy and touched a sensitive area.

Seven hummed at the taste of B'Elanna on her tongue and the sound of the woman moaning. She couldn't describe it, but she wanted more. She reached up to part the feminine lips and began her exploration, learning B'Elanna's body. She listened and watched how B'Elanna reacted.

B'Elanna came with a cry, her vision blurring as she gripped the blonde's hair in one hand and the sheets beneath her in the other hand. She felt the warm burst of arousal between her legs. She collapsed against the bed, her breathing labored and her heart racing, feeling as if her entire body was humming. "That was…" she mumbled, unsure she could describe what she had just experienced.

Seven drank up her essence, enjoying the taste of the other woman in her mouth. She continued to lick her before she moved up to lay beside B'Elanna, looking rather pleased with herself.

B'Elanna looked over at Seven and chuckled, "You can wipe that smug look off your face." She rolled over to pin the blonde down, hovering over her. "Can I return the favor?" She asked, kissing Seven's lips.

"That would be most acceptable," Seven said with a grin, suddenly feeling glad they were sharing quarters. Neither of them had to return to duty for a few hours.

-The End