Chapter 2 added on 21 Dec 2001
Disclaimers are in part 1.
Rating: PG13
"Honey I'm home" Tom hollered as we walked into the quarters he now shared with B'Elanna, looking around for his wife. Not spotting her he stopped to divest himself of his hat and his shiny black shoes. His hands went to the buttons of his black pinstriped double-breasted jacket and began to undo the silver buttons; each engraved with a smoking Colt.
"Hey Honey" A smooth honey dripped voice greeted him and he looked up, to see legs, long, sculpted caramel legs disappearing under the hem of an aqua negligee that fell across rounded hips, down a flat abdomen and cut across in a harsh V over perfectly proportioned…
Tom gulped, his mind not working, though he'd be the first too admit it didn't always, and he struggled for words.
"Hey Doll, you're looking fine tonight," He drawled in his best Chicago mob accent. "Can I interest you in a night of lovin?"
"No way stud, tonight I call the shots, got it?" B'Elanna stalked over and proceeded to rip his jacket off, buttons and all.
"Yes Ma'am" Tom grinned and blessed his luck.
Later…
"She beat you five times!!" B'Elanna propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her husband who was sprawled half across her, face down on the bed. He lifted himself up a little and grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah I know, the card shark I am got bit." He wrapped one of his arms round her a bit more securely.
"I bet she cheated," groused B'Elanna, "In fact I bet I know exactly how she did it." She leaped up from the bed, grabbed a fresh uniform from the back of the chair and started pulling it on.
"Lanna where are you going?" Tom dragged himself up into a sitting position, "Its 0415 and your shift starts in less than three hours, and I know you haven't slept yet," He wriggled his eyebrows roguishly.
"Stupid Borg thinks she can mess with my man." B'Elanna declared loudly as she headed for the door. Then she stopped, turned back to the bedroom and pulled Tom into a breath-stealing kiss, "I'll teach her!" she grinned and headed back for the door.
Tom flopped back onto the mattress, arms stretched wide, a grin on his face, "That's my girl" he smirked.
B'Elanna walked down the corridor headed for Holodeck two, muttering under her breath still; "How did she does do that, can't she bad at anything? She's so ooh, she's such a Borg and…" B'Elanna trailed off, wondering what it was about Seven that made her quite so mad. She pondered that briefly as she stalked closer and closer to the holodeck doors, and spared an idle thought to returning to retrieve her mekleth and paying a visit to the neighbourhood drone afterwards. She saw then that the holodeck was already in use.
B'Elanna shrugged, it would have to wait until later she guessed, she started to turn away when her still sleep fogged mind finally noticed "12 of 32?" only Seven could name a program that. "I bet she's in there fixing stuff right now," exclaimed B'Elanna furiously as she started entering override codes, trying to get the door to open.
Now if it had been anyone else on the crew B'Elanna wouldn't have tried to break in, or if there had been some mitigating circumstances that meant she just had too, she would have found out what program was being run first. However, the testy and tired Klingon was in no mood to stop and think of it rationally, she also didn't expect Seven to have any idea exactly what a holodeck could be used for so she blithely kept tapping in codes. "Aha" she exclaimed as the doors whirred open, "I got you now you unethical, despicable, good-for-nothing CAPTAIN!!!"
B'Elanna's mouth fell open as she was greeted by the sight of her, remarkably exposed, superior officer.
The holodeck currently resembled a fairytale ballroom. The floor was covered in golden-varnished planks, arranged in geometric patterns; the bay windows reached from the floor up to the eight-foot high ceiling and had plush full-length red velvet curtains. The ceiling was covered in gold embossing, shaped as ivy trails running up from the floor and meeting in the centre where a huge chandelier hanging from the centre.
The room was bathed in a soft golden glow, with long shadows being cast from the pillars that stood each side of the window stretching across the floor and partly hiding the large incongruous four-poster bed nestled in one corner of the hall.
What had caught B'Elanna's eye as she had stormed in was the hue of pink flesh, as two figures lay entwined on the luxurious black silk sheets of the bed. The bed's occupants had still been locked in an embrace and while they lay with their passion cooling, the intimacy between them would have been unmistakable regardless. If there was any doubt as to exactly what they had been doing though, the one sheet tangled across them but barely covering anything confirmed all suspicions.
Now however Captain Janeway had raised herself up after B'Elanna's interruption and, knotting a sheer silk robe around her, was proceeding to stalk towards the mortified and terrified engineer. If a force ten glare was normally reserved for the enemy, apparently being interrupted after sex warranted a force twelve glare. The shadows cast eerily across her face, making her seem hard and cold. Klingon warrior or not B'Elanna was intimidated enough to keep her eyes fixed firmly above Janeway's still exposed body.
"What the hell do you think YOU ARE DOING!!!?" Kathryn lost all hold on her temper as she began to yell, drawing to a halt just centimetres from B'Elanna, with just enough angle left to still subject B'Elanna to the full force of her ire. Kathryn's body bristled with tension, her fists bunched up her sides. "HOW DARE YOU BURST IN HERE, YOU…"
"Kathryn" Seven's soft voice broke into the Captain's tirade halting her progress towards the pale Klingon, as she began to force B'Elanna back towards the wall. Seven rose up from the bed gracefully, unabashed by her nudity but for propriety's sake pulling a sheet round her, though only after B'Elanna's jaw had dropped. A pissed naked Captain was bad enough, an insufferably smug Borg goddess was something else.
B'Elanna let her mouth work before her mind, "Why Seven, I thought the Captain had more taste or did you have to assimilate her to get to second base?" B'Elanna sneered derisively. Seven moved.
Launching herself towards B'Elanna from half away across the room, who in turn allowed a growl to rise in her throat readying her body for the contact. For a second B'Elanna wasn't sure what was happening when she saw Seven's hand not close at her throat like she had expected, but instead round Janeway's hand, millimetres before it reached B'Elanna's cheek.
"Ssh love" the Borg whispered drawing Kathryn into her arms, "It is alright, I'm not offended, B'Elanna is not worth this." Seven bent her head to lay the softest of kisses on Kathryn's mouth, rubbing her hands along tense arms and chilled skin.
B'Elanna was in shock, at the scene, at the normally calm Captain losing all cool and at the gentle and loving way Seven looked at her. Gone was the ice Borg and the reserved captain, this was two woman in love, one driven past all reason to protect the honour of her partner, the other drawn to express such intimate emotions to prevent her from doing harm.
B'Elanna realised that they had obviously been together for a while, the casual comfort of the embrace and the permeating scent in the air spoke of more than a casual or clumsy first-time encounter, this was two passionate lovers bound to each other. Now the engineer was truly afraid (well slightly nervous anyway, she didn't get scared after all), interrupting a 'diversion' was one thing, storming in on two devoted lovers was a thousand times worse.
"I-I'm sorry" she stammered, reaching up to rub her ridges in an nervously adolescent gesture, "I had no right to barge in and you've got every right to reprimand me for what I said, Captain, I .."
"Don't" Kathryn's tone was clipped and cold, she was flushed with anger and shaking with the knowledge that she almost hit a crewmember, that she risked her career for the sake of a partner. If she had been in a less stressful situation she might have permitted herself a wry smile at this uncharacteristic behaviour, and then she looked at Seven and melted.
"You owe her an apology not me" whispered Kathryn. She turned in Seven's arms and wrapped her own around the blonde's slim waist, this close to Seven, as always, she found it hard to focus on anything else. Kathryn looked deeply into Seven's eyes as she spoke, "She has never deserved your scorn B'Elanna, or anything close to it, Seven is my love, my life." Kathryn ducked her head embarrassed at her sudden declaration in front of B'Elanna, but gratified to feel Seven tightening her grip and lowering her voice to a deeply intimate husky tone.
"And you are mine my darling Kathryn" replied Seven softly. Then the Borg was back, eyes cold, features hard; she loosened her grip on Janeway and turned her attention fully to B'Elanna who was vainly trying to disappear. "Leave. NOW" Seven barked.
"I'll see you first thing in my ready room Lieutenant" snapped Kathryn, realising that the whole situation was in danger of spiralling out of control, if it hadn't already. She reverted to the more familiar Captain persona; "Did you hear me?" she grated out through clenched teeth.
"Yes Ma'am" replied a suitably chastised and shocked B'Elanna, "I'll lock the door on my way out." B'Elanna moved towards the holodeck controls, still visible by the door.
"NO, stay away. Have you not tampered enough already?" demanded Seven, releasing Kathryn and stalking towards the door, icy rage filled her at the thought B'Elanna could do more to interfere, what right did she have to be here in the first place?
"Hey I think I can fix a lock" protested B'Elanna indignantly, her natural animosity towards Seven out-weighed her common sense as she got another dig in, "I managed to 'fix' it in the first place didn't I?"
B'Elanna reached for the control panel, just as Seven did. Their joint momentum knocked both women off balance and they crashed into each other. Their entangled hands going straight through the exposed display panel in a shower of plastic and sparks.
"SEVEN!" screamed Kathryn leaping forward to try and drag her away before the panel overloaded from the damage, but it was too late, with a flash and a momentous bang the two of them were just gone.
Kathryn stood for a moment frozen in shock, then the shaking started, not from anger this time but fear, she vaguely felt her legs give way as she crumpled to floor. Choking back a sob of fear and anguish combined she addressed the computer.
"Janeway to Chakotay" she hailed her first officer, her voice trembling almost as much as her body. After a couple of tense, endlessly delayed seconds he replied in a sleep-clouded voice.
"Chakotay here, What's wrong Kathryn?" his concern projected down to her as he registered her tone, discarding formalities he pressed her for more information, "Where are you? Do you need help? Kathryn?"
"Holodeck Two" replied Kathryn, her voice broken, "Oh Chakotay, get down here fast with an engineering team and find Tuvok."
"What's happening?" The Commander's voice was momentarily muffled as he pulled a shirt over his head, having been disturbed from sleep, "Kathryn are you alright?"
"No" she whispered in reply, "I'm not."
To be continued....