Earlier in the day
Captain Kathryn Janeway entered the brightly lit sickbay, quickly scanning the expanse of the room. Finding who she was looking for, she strode across the room and into the Doctor's office, where Lieutenant Tom Paris and the Emergency Medical Hologram were in conversation.
When she reached the pair she was distressed and concerned by the questions the young lieutenant was asking the doctor. "I'm just asking, what are the chances that Tuvok could have been wrong? You thought Vorik was cured and he wasn't. Could B'Elanna have seemed fine and not been?"
"I suppose anything is possible, Lieutenant. After all, we have a half-Klingon experiencing Pon Farr. I must say, that's very Vulcan of her."
"Tom, what are your concerns about Lieutenant Torres based on?" The Captain placed her hand on Tom's upper arm. With a reassuring squeeze, she encouraged him to continue.
"Well, Captain, B'Elanna didn't seem herself when I saw her earlier." Tom didn't know how to explain the uneasiness he had felt deep in his belly as he spoke with B'Elanna, "She was edgy, I don't know, she seemed like she was—I don't know, she just wasn't her. Told me to mind my own business and pushed past me and into the holodeck.
"I know that sounds like B'Elanna on any given day of the week. Trust me, there was something off about her"
"Perhaps, she's just uncomfortable being around you—because of the bite." The Doctor smiled knowingly.
Tom shook his head, moving from one foot to the other. His anxiousness was palatable. "No, it wasn't that. This wasn't embarrassment or awkwardness, I wouldn't even say she was angry with me. We mostly worked through the awkwardness yesterday.
"When we returned from the planet she seemed okay, uncomfortable talking to me, but okay. She even joked with me in the turbolift. Today she's completely different; she was preoccupied and on edge. And I think she was starting to break out in a sweat."
"Okay, if you think there might be something wrong, we'll look into it. I'll have Chakotay go to the holodeck and talk to her. I'll have him bring B'Elanna here if he deems it necessary." She reached up to tap her commbadge, but Tom touched her hand lightly to forestall her action.
"Captain, I might be overstepping my place here. But, I think it would be best if you talked to her." Too uncomfortable with where this conversation was heading to look at her, he instead fixed his eyes to a spot on the wall behind her.
"And why do you think it should be me?" Bewilderment was evident in her voice.
Kathryn hardly considered herself the best person to talk to the chief engineer at this time. While it was true they could talk for hours. Those talks mainly revolved around the science of engineering —theoretical engineering, possible warp enhancements, and crazy, impossible solutions for getting rid of replicator rationing, so the Captain would never have to be concerned when she could get her next cup of coffee— and rarely strayed into anything more personal. She didn't think B'Elanna considered her a friend. After all, she was the Captain. And whether Kathryn wanted it to be different, or not, most of the crew would always see her as their captain and nothing else.
Chakotay, on the other hand, was someone B'Elanna did see as a friend. In her eyes, this made her first officer the better choice.
Tom took his eyes off the wall and stared at her for a moment, trying out different ways to answer her in his head. None of which seemed right, so, he just came right out and said it. "On the planet, B'Elanna was acting on instinct and I was convenient, one of her only options.
"Her only option, if you don't count Neelix.
"It never would have played out like that if we'd been on Voyager, she'd have chosen someone else. That someone else—well, let's just say, it's not Chakotay. "
Captain Janeway didn't reply, she stood quietly trying to decipher what Tom was saying. Because, it sounded a lot like he was saying if B'Elanna was going to pick a mate from the members of the Voyager crew, the woman would choose her.
And while Kathryn could admit, to herself, she had watched Lieutenant Torres with interest and even desire, she didn't believe B'Elanna harbored the same attraction for her. She'd always felt, despite her sometimes open animosity, B'Elanna was a bit starstruck with her—as often happens with one's captain. Especially right after she had made her chief engineer.
All the times B'Elanna had stumbled over her words when she would show up in engineering unannounced, the sometimes stilted conversations in the mess hall or a turbolift, how tongue-tied B'Elanna became the few times they ran into each other when she, herself, had been out of uniform. She'd attributed B'Elanna's behavior to nervousness over unexpected interactions with her captain. She'd never considered the engineer was, in actuality, attracted to her. Thusly she'd never considered the possibility her chief engineer could be a potential lover.
Tom watched the thoughts and emotions play across the woman's expressive face. He always felt a sense of pride and happiness when she didn't guard herself quite as much around him as she did everyone else on Voyager. For some reason, he hadn't figured out yet, this woman trusted him. Not just the trust a Captain had for a member of her senior staff, but she trusted him on a personal level, as well.
He could see the conclusions she was drawing in her eyes. Because of her trust in him, Tom decided to play his final card. "Captain, I'm not blind. I've seen it. I've seen it all."
Kathryn knew he was speaking about her attraction to B'Elanna. Nothing had gone unnoticed by him, because he too harbored deeper emotions for B'Elanna and quite possibly her, as well.
Tom could have taken advantage of the situation down on the planet; he could have followed her into the holodeck today and used the situation to his advantage. Instead, he was here, trying to push her in a direction B'Elanna would find more agreeable— if she was more herself and not being ruled by a Vulcan mating instinct she was unprepared for. Kathryn had always known Tom was a better man than he chose to lead people to believe.
With all this new information she found herself saying, "I'll be the one to talk to her.
"Thank you, Lieutenant. I trust both of you to keep this conversation between us." She raised a brow and looked at each man pointedly, before turning on her heel and striding out of sickbay, the same way she'd strode in.
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Present time
"You had to? Why?" B'Elanna's words coming out in short gasps of breath. She took her arm away from the captain's throat and swiftly turned her around, forcing her face-first against the wall.
Kathryn moved her head to the side so she could breathe. She tried to watch B'Elanna out of the corner of her eye, but it was difficult without the ability to adjust her body into a better position. B'Elanna was pressing herself against Kathryn with tremendous force.
B'Elanna moved in close, sliding a leg between the Captain's, using her lower body to immobilize the other woman. B'Elanna put her hands on the wall, one on each side of Kathryn's head, impervious to any pain caused by the roughness of the rock.
She pushed her body into Kathryn's back from shoulders to pelvis. The feeling of the Captain's ass pressed against her pelvis inflaming her further. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, sensitized beyond her ability to process. B'Elanna let out a growl from deep within her belly when she felt her Captain's body trying to press back into her's, and brought her lips down to a small patch of exposed skin on the other woman's neck, nuzzling her lips against the flesh.
Despite the uncertainty of the situation, a pleasurable hum slipped out of Kathryn's mouth. B'Elanna bit down hard on the flesh as her excitement increased. Kathryn let out a surprised yelp, bringing B'Elanna's mind back to the reality of the situation. She moved her hands to Kathryn's shoulders and pushed her into the cave wall even harder.
Again, she demanded, "Why are you here?'
She had barely had enough time to take in a breath before it was being forced from her lungs again. A multitude of sensations whirled around in her brain; the heat and arousal of B'Elanna's body pressed to hers, B'Elanna's hot breath moving across her neck and hair, the pain of the jagged cave wall pressing into breast, stomach, and thighs. Kathryn was finding the pain and pleasure to be a heady combination.
"Because it should be me. Shouldn't it?" Gasping for air and trying to turn her head to see B'Elanna.
B'Elanna wouldn't allow her to move. She grabbed her by the neck, pressing Kathryn's cheek into the sharp, uneven surface of the rock wall, uncaring of the pain it was causing her Captain.
B'Elanna's temper flared further. "Why? Because you're the damned Captain? If someone has to be sacrificed to save the crew, you think it should be you?" The words were hissed into Kathryn's ear.
The hand around Kathryn's neck began shaking her, causing her cheek to scrape back and forth against a protruding point of rock. It felt like a knife against her flesh and deepened the gash on her cheek.
"Why? Because I'm one mission you couldn't bring yourself to assign to someone else? So, you've made yourself the sacrificial lamb?" B'Elanna's voice lowered, becoming more intimate and menacing in Kathryn's ear, "Does Chakotay know what you're doing?"
"This has nothing to do with Chakotay. I'm not here as your captain." Kathryn whimpered, not just because of the pain radiating out from her cheek or the painful hand around her neck, but also from the pain B'Elanna's words caused her.
Kathryn was saddened that this woman could think of herself as a distasteful mission—just another terrible situation the Delta Quadrant had thrown at them needing to be remedied.
Kathryn could feel the blood trailing down her cheek and jaw. "I'm here because you matter to me," Kathryn said through ragged breaths. "I want it to be me."
B'Elanna caught the scent of Kathryn's blood and her words didn't register in her mind, at first. She sniffed the air deeply before she wretched the other woman's neck to the other side until Kathryn's uninjured cheek was against the wall and B'Elanna could see the bloodied wound. Instinct took over, once again, a low growl came from deep within her, moving her face close to Kathryn's. Her tongue reached out, laying flat against the heated flesh, licking the trail of blood from the injured woman's jaw all the way up to the cut on her cheekbone. She nuzzled her face against Kathryn's injured flesh.
B'Elanna came back to herself a bit as Kathryn's words finally worked themselves into her brain.
I want it to be me .
"What?" Bewilderment in her voice.
B'Elanna took a step back from her Captain, giving the other woman enough space to turn around. Kathryn studied B'Elanna's face briefly, her blood smeared across the other woman's chin. She saw the disbelief that showed plainly in her eyes and then repeated herself.
"I'm not here because I'm the captain. I'm not here because I didn't feel right about sending someone else in here after you. Tom told me something wasn't right with you and I should come. And I came, not to be the sacrificial lamb, but because I wanted to." She answered honestly.
"What the hell does Tom know?" Her anger flared, again.
B'Elanna moved quickly, and once again had Kathryn pressed into the wall with a leg between the other woman's thighs and a hand on each side of her. But, this time they were face-to-face, bodies pressed together from breasts to pelvis.
"A lot more than I thought," Kathryn answered, before adding "He watches you."
B'Elanna moved her lips across the other woman's bloodied cheek before putting her lips close to her ear. "And you watch me. That's how you know he watches me," B'Elanna breathed into the captain's ear. "I've seen you."
Kathryn gave a tiny gasp, she knew what she meant, but she thought she hadn't been noticed—Tom had noticed, had B'Elanna, too— so she deflected. "Yes, I have, and you're a truly gifted engineer. Far better than I could have hoped for. And you are turning out to be quite a leader, as well."
B'Elanna pulled away slightly, her dark eyes piercing into Kathryn's much lighter ones. Yes, she'd seen the captain's eyes on her from time to time, but she'd never believed it was anything more than a captainly interest in her well-being. Emboldened by desire, B'Elanna pretended to think the looks were something more and bluffed. "No. That's not what I meant. I mean, you've been watching me."
The color rose to Kathryn's cheeks as she cast her gaze to the floor and away from B'Elanna's, she couldn't deny it. She'd caught herself, on more than one occasion, following the young woman's compact form with her eyes. While it was unconscious in the beginning, she had recently started watching her with deliberate intent. Kathryn swallowed hard, unsure of what to say, she chose to say nothing and waited for B'Elanna's next move.
B'Elanna saw her color rise. When the other woman looked away, she knew she'd been wrong. She'd been wrong for months. The Captain hadn't been watching her chief engineer with interest; Kathryn had been watching her with desire. With this new knowledge spinning in her brain, B'Elanna leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Kathryn let herself be kissed. She relaxed into the kiss and then, with heart pounding, Kathryn kissed her back. No thoughts of denying the woman had even occurred to her. She had known what she was getting into by coming to the holodeck after her. Not to mention, she'd been wondering what it would feel like to kiss her for months.
B'Elanna's tongue pushed between her teeth, eliciting a moan from Kathryn. B'Elanna's fingers, strong and sure, caressed her cheek and slid down and around to the back of Kathryn's neck to hold her close against her overheated body. Her lips were hot and insistent as she kissed her way down to Kathryn's neck, leaving a moist path on her skin and leaving her even wetter, with want and need, between her thighs.
B'Elanna's fingers were playing with the hair at the base of her neck and her lips once again found Kathryn's. As the kiss deepened, B'Elanna's fingers found the clip holding Kathryn's hair securely in its ponytail and released it. The clip clattered to the ground.
The sound of the clip bouncing against the stone floor brought B'Elanna back to herself. Realizing she had severely overstepped the bounds of propriety with her captain and knowing she would only overstep them further if she stayed close to her, B'Elanna quickly pushed herself away from the other woman. "Sorry," she pleaded, breath coming in short gasps.
She continued on, in a nearly incoherent stream of words, as she backed further away, "I'm sorry, you should go. I'm not alright, I need … I just, I don't know, I'll be fine. You should leave. You really need to go. I can handle this on my own."
"Don't be sorry."
Kathryn stepped towards the half-Klingon woman—a woman suffering unexpectedly through a normal part of Vulcan adulthood, something she, as a Human-Klingon hybrid, was physically and mentally unprepared to handle. Kathryn knew she needed to show B'Elanna she understood what was happening, understood what was going to happen if she stayed, and to make the woman see she was a willing participant in what was, most likely, to follow.
"Is that what you've been doing in here?" Wrapping her long fingers around B'Elanna's right wrist, bringing the inside of her wrist to within reach of her own lips before continuing, "Handling it? On your own? You could have asked for help."
The Captain made a show of sniffing B'Elanna's wrist before putting it to her mouth and biting down as hard as she could.
Kathryn quickly moved her lips from B'Elanna's wrist to her palm. Baring her teeth, Kathryn bit down hard on the fleshy Mount of Venus, drawing blood. Kathryn followed the bite with a light touch of her tongue, soothing the area.
B'Elanna roared at the unexpected and exquisite pain the small woman had inflicted on her. Blood rushed through her body, causing a ringing in her ears and her flesh to warm. She lost all sense of herself as a primal instinct took over.
B'Elanna grasped the other woman, fingers digging painfully into shoulders, pushing her deeper inside the holographic cave. Kathryn, once again, found herself being pushed roughly against a rock wall, this time her head dangerously close to a lighted torch that was stuck into the cave wall.
The half-Klingon woman quickly unzipped her captain's uniform jacket, roughly pulling it from her shoulders, leaving the jacket hanging around her elbows, effectively binding the other woman's arms to her sides. B'Elanna turned her around, pushing her up against the wall, holding her there while she ran her tongue along the line of Kathryn's jaw, tasting blood—the jagged rocks had reopened the wound on her cheek. Her teeth bit through the crewneck of Kathryn's uniform and into her shoulder, she slowly bit harder until the woman let out a small cry of pain.
Somewhere she found, not only, the mental strength but the self-control to allow the years of Voyager's command structure to take precedence—she needed the Captain's final approval. B'Elanna leaned in, breath hot against Kathryn's skin, and whispered, "You know what you're saying, what's going to happen?"
Kathryn shivered at the menace and desire in the other woman's voice. "Yes," Kathryn moaned, the only response she was able to form as B'Elanna sucked on the tender spot just below her ear.
"And you want this?"
"Yes."
"You'll be mine," she bit out, her need to stake her claim over this woman inescapable. Was this how Vulcans felt during Pon Farr? No wonder they went a little crazy with it. B'Elanna pressed the full length of her body into Kathryn's back. "You won't be Chakotay's anymore."
"I never was!" Kathryn blurted, eyes going wide. She was shocked B'Elanna had thought she was.
"Good," she whispered. B'Elanna ran her hands over Kathryn's clothed body, all the while she kissed her neck. B'Elanna felt the captain's temperature rise, could hear the small hitch in her breath, and most importantly she could smell her arousal. She continued to lightly stroke over the woman's body until she could tell Kathryn wanted this to happen as much as she did. "What should I do with you?" B'Elanna murmured into Kathryn's ear just before her teeth clamped down on her earlobe.
"Something, oh, B'Elanna," Kathryn whimpered as the engineer began to soothe the pain of the bite on her ear with her tongue, "Do something, anything... Anything you want, just do it, soon, please."
The plea had barely left her lips before B'Elanna pulled Kathryn's uniform jacket all the way off of her and had her turned around, back pressed into the wall, and was kissing her wildly 一lost in a Pon Farr haze her half-Human, half-Klingon physiology was ill-equipped to endure一 pulling at Kathryn's clothing, she ripped through the nearly indestructible shirts of the Starfleet uniform with relative ease, exposing the delicate, flimsy undergarment hidden beneath. She gave a growl, which Kathryn had no trouble interpreting as satisfaction, as the cotton of the bra rent under her brutal attention. Kathryn firmly grasped B'Elanna's hair in both hands, roughly forcing the woman's face between her newly freed breasts.
B'Elanna willingly obliged her, licking and sucking her way to the woman's painfully erect nipples, lavishing gentle attention on one, then brutal attention on the other. The unexpected tactical maneuver, designed to surprise and incite, had the desired result. Kathryn twisted her fingers painfully in B'Elanna's hair, tugging at the scalp, holding the woman more firmly to her breast, a sound emanating from her parted lips that managed to convey both Kathryn's astonishment and her pleasure of B'Elanna's treatment of her sensitive breasts.
Kathryn's body thrashed uncontrollably as adrenaline and lust coursed through her, concocting a powerful cocktail in her veins. B'Elanna replaced her mouth with palms that thudded with her unsteady pulse. Her hands pawed and kneaded Kathryn's tender breasts, molding the flesh to her hands and leaving a blood trail everywhere her injured palm touched as if the half-Klingon was marking her territory.
B'Elanna's mouth crashed into Kathryn's demanding admittance and she received it immediately. Kathryn let B'Elanna's power wash over her. Kathryn's hands moved to B'Elanna's shoulders, her hips grinding against the other woman as their kiss deepened and became more frantic. B'Elanna pressed herself into Kathryn, stilling the other woman's movements. Kathryn pushed against B'Elanna's shoulders, desperate for the friction of movement.
B'Elanna remained still, refusing to give her what she wanted. B'Elanna was in control and she was making sure Kathryn understood it. B'Elanna's need to dominate the woman was undeniable. Her need to dominate was her primary driving force in the moment.
Kathryn breathed her frustration into B'Elanna's mouth. After an excruciatingly long moment, which could have been a few seconds or a few minutes, B'Elanna moved her hands to Kathryn's hips, she pulled the woman's core onto her thigh and rocked Kathryn against her leg. Even through both of the women's uniform bottoms, Kathryn found the feeling to be exquisite.
The Klingon had taken full control of the encounter and with her enhanced strength she easily dominated Kathryn's body, Kathryn couldn't overpower the other woman from this position, even if she wanted to. B'Elanna commanded her body with such intense authority. Kathryn let out a loud sound that was half-squeal, half-moan as she acquiesced to B'Elanna's ministrations.
The lack of control left Kathryn feeling a little light-headed. Kathryn was used to being the one in charge, not only on the bridge of her ship but in the bedroom, as well. She had yet to have a lover who not only had the physical strength but, more importantly, was strong-willed enough and had the mental fortitude to dominate her. Justin, a long-ago lost lover, had always said she was a force to be reckoned with, uncontrollable and untameable.
But, this was B'Elanna and she was all of those things. B'Elanna was just as strong-willed as she was; and while she and Kathryn looked like they would be physical equals, looks, in this case, were deceiving. With her Klingon heritage, B'Elanna's small frame was deceptively powerful, much more powerful than her own. The ease in which the engineer dominated her body both surprised and excited her and her willingness to give control over to the other woman stunned her. Kathryn was never one to hand over control easily, but in this instance, she found herself readily giving herself over to B'Elanna.
B'Elanna pulled away from Kathryn, setting to work on divesting the other woman of her remaining clothes. She had her stripped naked and pressed face-first into the wall within moments. B'Elanna took a moment to admire the creamy white, rounded perfection presented to her before using her fingers to follow down the crack of Kathryn's ass, and then slipping her hand between her legs. She found the captain desiring this as much as she did, Kathryn's lips were swollen and wet, and her clitoris was a hard nub under her fingers. B'Elanna knelt and ran her hands down Kathryn's legs and back up the inside, reveling in the softness of her skin. Kathryn pushed her ass towards B'Elanna's face and the other woman breathed deeply, taking in the heady scent of her arousal. Wrapping both hands around Kathryn's slim waist, B'Elanna pulled her closer and took a mouthful of one wonderfully rounded cheek and bit down, just enough to leave evidence of her intimate knowledge of Kathryn's body.
Instinctively, Kathryn pulled her ass away from B'Elanna's sharp teeth, until her stomach was pressed into the sharp protruding rocks of the cave wall.
"I thought you were stronger than that, Captain," B'Elanna admonished, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she stood up and gave the other woman's bare-ass a stinging slap. "Are you going to pull away every time it hurts just a little?"
Kathryn heard the challenge in the woman's voice. Being someone who could never back down from a challenge, she moved her ass back, relaxing into the position. B'Elanna smiled to herself as the captain gave herself over to her.
B'Elanna turned Kathryn to face her, saw her blood-smeared cheek, and the thought she was being too aggressive for the human woman came to the forefront of her mind. Despite her instinctual need for dominance, she decided to reign in her more Klingon instincts, as best she could, and be gentler with the small, fully-human female who was currently at her mercy.
Taking both of Kathryn's hands in her own, she held on to them tightly. Bowing down, she took each of the older woman's nipples into her mouth, one after the other. B'Elanna felt them pucker and harden further as her tongue flicked over each nipple, again and again. Kathryn's eyes closed as she leaned against the jagged stone walls, sharp points digging uncomfortably into several places on her back. As if she understood B'Elanna was trying to contain her Klingon side, Kathryn whispered, "Don't hold back. Take what you need, however you need it. I want all of you. "
B'Elanna, thinking she had misheard the captain's words, stopped her gentle sucking and looked up into the other woman's face, "What did you say?"
Kathryn's eyes were open and pleading, "I want all of you, everything you are. Don't hold any part of yourself back."
B'Elanna stood up and wrapped her fingers around Kathryn's upper arms, holding her more tightly than was necessary, "Kathryn, do you understand what you're saying? You're human and I'm not. I could really injure you."
Kathryn reached up, caressing B'Elanna's face with long fingers, "I know." She moved closer to the engineer and kissed her.
Deciding to assert a little power of her own, Kathryn grabbed B'Elanna by the shoulder, with the hand not caressing her cheek, twisting her around.
B'Elanna allowed Kathryn her moment of dominance. She quickly found herself pressed face-first into the hard, and uneven rock like she had had Kathryn only a few minutes before. Kathryn pressed herself fully into the other woman's back.
"And I trust you," she murmured into her ear.
Kathryn quickly pulled B'Elanna's tank over her head, roughly pressing fingers into the newly exposed flesh of the woman's back, before sliding around to pull on her nipples through her sweat-soaked bra. "This needs to come off," Kathryn said, unclasping the hooks, pulling the purple satin thing partway down her arms.
Her hands slid over B'Elanna's smooth skin, up her sides and across her flat, muscled stomach, muscles that were much more defined than any human female would be, thanks to her Klingon heritage, and up to cup her breasts. She held the woman's nipples tightly between her forefingers and thumbs, rolling her fingers together to twist and pinch B'Elanna's large, hard nipples until she began to squirm. B'Elanna bit her own tongue to keep from crying out, this only incited Kathryn to pinch harder. She continued to wrench B'Elanna's nipples, twisting and pinching them as much as she could, until B'Elanna finally cried out in pain and in pleasure.
Kathryn released her nipples but continued to touch them, with the tips of her fingers making comforting circles around the distended flesh, soothing the pain until it became a dull ache. She turned B'Elanna back around, looking her straight in the eyes, she repeated her words from earlier, "B'Elanna, I trust you."
Reaching out, B'Elanna pulled Kathryn to her body, the flesh of their breasts pressed together in the most delicious way, sending B'Elanna's senses soaring. She held Kathryn's jaw tightly between both hands and kissed her with breathless intensity, her mouth slanting over Kathryn's, invading her, retreating, invading, again. B'Elanna's lips were hot and beautifully full. Kathryn licked B'Elanna's lower lip and the woman let out a muffled groan at the touch.
The delight B'Elanna had taken in the mere touch had startled Kathryn, she pulled back to look at her.
That had been a mistake, any ideas B'Elanna had had about reigning in her more Klingon instincts had fled. She snatched her back so quickly Kathryn lost her breath and kissed her so hard her knees nearly buckled from the intensity. B'Elanna had her against the wall, and she could feel every curve, both hard and soft, of her. B'Elanna's hands ran roughly over her body, squeezing and pinching her soft flesh, leaning into Kathryn more, pressing her into the wall as she continued exploring her mouth.
Kathryn let out a pained gasp, her back scraping across and being pressed into the uneven, jutting wall. "Owww," she moaned, arching her back off the wall and pressing her breasts into B'Elanna's body. "The wall," she gasped.
B'Elanna instantly understood, sliding her hands over the curve of her bottom, she pulled Kathryn against her body. Kathryn welcomed her body with feverish abandon, molding her own body to hers.
"We could change the scenery," Kathryn murmured into B'Elanna's mouth as the other woman kissed her.
B'Elanna gave her a clipped, "No," grabbing her roughly by the elbow with one hand and grabbing a torch from the cave wall with the other.
B'Elanna began to pull Kathryn deeper into the cave, leading her through semi-lit tunnels that had been carved out of whichever mountain they must be inside centuries ago. Occasionally she stopped to explore Kathryn further. Learning her body, sometimes with a bruising hand, sometimes with searching lips, sometimes with piercing teeth.
While Kathryn had no idea where she was being led, she could tell B'Elanna clearly had a destination in mind as she moved through the tunnels of the simulated cave with ease.
