B'Elanna always hated people who thought they were elite, and that had included Seven of Nine for quite a while.

Now as she had Seven against the wall, she trailed a line of hot kisses down her neck, softly biting at the soft flesh beneath her lips.

Slipping a leg between Seven's, B'Elanna pulled her down for a searing kiss, finally hearing Seven softly moan into her mouth.

"Tonight, my quarters, nineteen hundred hours, don't be late," B'Elanna said, removing herself from Seven and smirking as she exited the junction of the Jefferies Tubes and went back to her post.