The Doctor and Lieutenant Paris had both watched the Captain leave sickbay with the intention of going to the holodeck to help B'Elanna with her 'issue.' Both men continued to look at the closed door for several seconds before the doctor finally spoke.

"Well Lieutenant, from your conversation with the Captain, am I to believe that Lieutenant Torres harbors romantic feelings for our illustrious Captain?"

Tom looked at the EMH with a half-smile on his face, "As the Captain said, this is just between us and doesn't leave this room, correct?"

"Of course, Lieutenant."

"From my observations, I believe they both harbor romantic feelings for each other," Tom replied, using the Doctor's choice of phrasing.

"Ah," the EMH replied with slightly upturned lips.

After a few moments, the doctor called out, "Computer, continually monitor bio signs of Captain Janeway and Lieutenant Torres, send information to the Chief Medical Officer's desk console."

"Acknowledged," came the reply.

The Doctor sat down at his desk and opened up the information and began scanning. Tom moved around, behind him to look at the information. "May I ask why? You haven't become a peeping Tom have you?"

"On the contrary, Lieutenant," the Doctor replied. "With your information, I am led to believe they will not just be having a chat. But, in fact, the most likely outcome between the Captain and Lieutenant Torres will be of an intimately sexual nature. I must monitor the situation."

"That sounds like a peeping Tom."

The Doctor sounded offended, if that was possible, as he continued. "The lieutenant has been presenting recently with very volatile emotions and unprovoked acts of aggression. While Captain Janeway is many things, Klingon is not one of them. There is a significantly high probability of the Captain becoming seriously injured in such a coupling if Ms. Torres is not able to reign in her baser instincts. It may be necessary for emergency transport."

The look on Tom's face was one of open concern. 'Maybe, I should have let her send Chakotay,' he thought.

"The Captain can handle herself," is what he said aloud, mainly to reassure himself.

Both men intently watched the interaction unfold in the bio-readings moving across the screen.

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B'Elanna led Kathryn by the arm through a maze of tunnels, her fingers gripping the other woman's arm with bruising force. The way she clenched Kathryn's arm and sporadically stopped to claim parts of her body clearly showed B'Elanna's intent was to possess the other woman. This was not to be a romantic interlude of soft touches and gentle caresses. This was primal.

When they finally reached B'Elanna's predetermined destination she shoved Kathryn halfway across the cavernous room. Kathryn landed hard against a raised cold, smooth stone surface, pain radiating from her left hip and knee. B'Elanna threw the torch into some kind of stone trough that ran all along the perimeter of the room. Whatever was in the trough immediately caught fire, engulfing the entire room in flames. The walls looked like they had been set aflame.

Kathryn looked around quickly, the room was empty, except for the stone dais she had landed against. Briefly, she wondered if B'Elanna had sent her to an altar. Were they about to desecrate a holographic version of a Klingon holy place? Was this a place for sacrifice? Was B'Elanna about to metaphorically sacrifice her to a Klingon deity? She didn't know, she had no idea if this was a recreation of an actual place or the design of someone's mind.

B'Elanna was standing over Kathryn, urgently pushing her down on the table with such force it reverberated through her bones. Kathryn's legs hung over the sides and B'Elanna moved between her knees. B'Elanna ran her hands down the front of Kathryn's body before wrapping her hands around her hips with brutal force and pulling her into a more advantageous position.

Kathryn looked up into B'Elanna's wild eyes and reached towards her, but B'Elanna chose to ignore the other woman's cue to come to her. Instead, she lay her blood-smeared hand on the woman's sternum, pressing her firmly into the cold table. With her other hand, she quickly slid two fingers inside of Kathryn and used her thumb to press into her clit with a circular motion. B'Elanna made quick work of bringing Kathryn to orgasm and as the woman voiced her pleasure, B'Elanna took the hand from Kathryn's sternum and pushed one of her legs to the side, opening her wide, until her knee nearly touched the table, exposing the creamy flesh of the inside of her thigh. B'Elanna ran her hand from Kathryn's knee up the inside of her thigh and back down again, the fingers of her other hand still buried deep inside of her.

B'Elanna's touch was not meant to incite and Kathryn's breathing became less irregular. Before the other woman had completely regained herself B'Elanna had her head between her legs, licking and sucking her thigh. She pulled her fingers out of Kathryn and started sliding her slick digits along the outside of her clitoris, lightly squeezing it between two fingers. B'Elanna's ministrations picked up speed and force. Just as Kathryn, again, began to go over the edge B'Elanna bit down hard on the other woman's inner thigh, drawing blood. Kathryn screamed in both pleasure and agony, clamping her thighs around B'Elanna's head while managing to slam the back of her own head hard into the stone table she was laying on.

"Fuck," slid from Kathryn's lips as the pain of impact burst behind her eyes.

B'Elanna gave a small laugh at the expletive, the other woman's pain a euphoric joy to her.

She tried to move her mouth to Kathryn's opening. Kathryn wouldn't have it, she squeezed her thighs tightly around the other woman's head, keeping B'Elanna's mouth firmly against her thigh. All heavy breathing and panting, she let out, "No more... I need time... I can't… Again … Not now."

B'Elanna inhaled deeply, the smell of blood and arousal heavy in the air. The intermingled scents driving her desire for possession of the woman laid out before her even higher. She sucked and licked the bite on Kathryn's thigh causing Kathryn to squirm.

B'Elanna worked her hands in between Kathryn's thighs forcefully parting them, spreading her wide open with fingers and nails digging into her soft flesh. "You'll get no mercy from me," B'Elanna growled before sucking Kathyrn's clit in between her teeth.