There was more red and more beeping, but Tom wasn't concerned until the EMH looked at it with concern.

"What's wrong? Those are B'Elanna's reading, right?"

"Correct, Mr. Paris. Lieutenant Torres' heart rate and blood pressure have dropped below normal parameters," The Doctor looked at Tom's face and uncharacteristically tried to reassure him. "Nothing to concern ourselves about, yet. It could just be a momentary drop."

"What exactly should we worry about?"

"Prolonged low readings of either heart rate or blood pressure. That could indicate impaired breathing, internal bleeding, or shock. Lack of movement in the biosigns, that would signal the possibility of unconsciousness. Cessation of the heartbeat would be an indication of death."

What do you mean death!?" Tom bellowed. What the hell have I gotten the Captain into?

"Not to worry, very unlikely." The EMH said. "Though I do find it very interesting that it appears Lieutenant Torres is in some distress and not Captain Janeway."

Before he even finished his sentence, B'Elanna's readings shot in the other direction. Now the console was blinking and beeping due to increased heart rate and blood pressure. "I told you, nothing to worry about."

Tom was not comforted.

=/\=

Kathryn kept her hand around B'Elanna's neck, squeezing the veins along both sides until her own heart rate slowed and she had recovered sufficiently. She figured she was as ready as she would ever be for B'Elanna to take control again. The prospect of B'Elanna's continued dominance over her sent a thrill through her body.

"B'Elanna, stop fighting me on this," Kathryn said. "Let me touch you."

She continued to buck wildly as she spit out, "No, I will claim you as my mate."

Kathryn leaned over her, placing a hand on each side of the woman's head as she moved her knees off B'Elanna's arms to rest firmly pressed against the other woman's sides.

Her left hand had landed in a small pool of B'Elanna blood. "B'Elanna your head is bleeding," concern evident in her voice.

"It's nothing," she bit out, lifting her head to capture Kathryn's lips with her own.

"Head wounds always bleed more than you think they should," she said as their lips broke apart.

She tried to use her newly freed hands to move Kathryn down her body and groaned in pain when she tried to use her broken arm. She changed her tactic and instead bucked her hips and used her right arm to move Kathryn until the woman rested on her pelvis.

B'Elanna immediately found Kathryn's center with her fingers and started moving her fingers against her clitoris. B'Elanna rocked her hips against Kathryn and Kathryn met her rhythm with her own, Kathryn once again felt the heat of her impending orgasm flow through her. Kathryn moved her hands to B'Elanna's shoulders and then to her breasts, leaving blood everywhere her bloodied hand touched. B'Elanna continued to manipulate her body with her fingers until Kathryn cried out as her orgasm crashed into her.

B'Elanna quickly used her one good arm to roll them over. She moved one of her legs between Kathryn's and pressed herself into Kathryn's thigh. She pressed herself against Kathryn, sliding her center along the other woman's thigh as Kathryn rocked herself against her. Building momentum as her orgasm began making its way to the surface. Kathryn was using her hands to touch her everywhere she could reach. She looked into B'Elanna's eyes as she stroked her cheeks with her fingers. They continued to rock against each other as Kathryn used her thumbs to caress the ridges of B'Elanna's forehead.

"You are so damn beautiful," she whispered, still moving her thumbs along her forehead.

It was the first pretty thing either of them had said and it sent B'Elanna over the edge. She pressed her thigh more firmly against Kathryn. Soon B'Elanna's cries of pleasure were met by Kathryn's.

Kathryn quickly worked a hand between their bodies, sliding two fingers inside B'Elanna. Burying her fingers as deep inside her as she could before she began stroking B'Elanna's inner walls. The palm of Kathryn's hand brushed against her clit. Kathryn was unrelenting, stroking her with as much force as she could muster. B'Elanna was panting and squirming and Kathryn continued her onslaught. Her next orgasm hit her like an explosion. She threw her head back and gave a ferocious roar as she continued to move against Kathryn.

B'Elanna's head came forward, Kathryn heard her say, "Forever," before she felt her teeth sink into her cheek, just as another wave of pleasure washed over her. This time she barely felt the bite through the orgasmic haze.

They stayed like that for some time as they both came back down. B'Elanna finally had to move off of Kathryn, the pain in her arm becoming too much. She rolled to her right and onto her back next to Kathryn. She reached for Kathryn's hand and held it in her own.

"Wow," was all B'Elanna was capable of saying, she was beginning to feel pain radiating from several different parts of her body.

"That's one way to put it," Kathryn answered, squeezing B'Elanna's hand.

Kathryn hurt everywhere. She wondered if there was anywhere B'Elanna hadn't bit her.

They continued to lay side by side until they heard the Doctor's voice.

=/\=

"I believe they are finished, their breathing and heart rates are slightly elevated, neither one of them is moving," the doctor said to Tom before tapping his commbadge. "Doctor to Holodeck One."

Both men left the Doctor's office and moved into the main sickbay area. Both grabbed tricorders and the Doctor grabbed a hypospray as they waited for a response.

"Go ahead, Doctor," Captain Janeway responded softly, not sounding quite like herself.

"Will you and Lieutenant Torres require transport to sickbay?" he asked, not sounding as brusque as he normally did.

Tom moved over to the sickbay's emergency transporter controls as he heard the Doctor's question.

There was a moment of silence before she responded. "Yes, please, Doctor."

"Standby for transport."

"There will be no standing," Tom heard the captain say, sarcasm evident in her voice, before initiating the emergency site-to-site transport.

"At least, she still has her sense of humor," Tom said as the two women materialized on separate biobeds.