The BLTS Archive - Revelations
by ILuvKate

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"I don't *need* an escort to my quarters!" B'Elanna Torres' snarled
shout attracted the attention of most of Sandrine's patrons, and heads
turned in her direction. Her face was flushed and she could barely
stand without holding on to the back of a chair. She was glaring at
Charlie Dothan, who was grinning broadly, although it could be said
that he was nearly as drunk as she was. He'd just offered to take her
back to her quarters, seeing as how she was having trouble navigating,
having already careened into one table and overturned three chairs in
her attempt to make it out of the bar.

Kathryn Janeway, sitting alone in a shadowed corner of the
establishment, watched the byplay idly, sipping the last of the smoky
Scotch she was swirling around in the bottom of her glass. Dothan must
like to live dangerously, she reflected, swallowing the liquor and
setting her glass on the table. B'Elanna Torres sober was irascible
enough, but a drunk Torres was trouble just waiting to happen.

"Jus' lea' me alone, Dothan," Torres warned him in a slurred voice,
lurching forward again and caroming off the bar, swearing in colorful
Klingon expletives as she cracked her elbow. This elicited a raucous
volley of guffaws from Dothan and his cronies, which in turn drew a
glare from B'Elanna that could have vaporized them on the spot if her
eyes had been lasers.

She turned away from them with studied carefulness and began to thread
her precarious way out of the bar. Kathryn watched her unsteady
progress and rose quickly, crossing to where B'Elanna, had it not been
for Kathryn's sudden firm grip, would have been an ignominious sprawl
in the corridor outside the holodeck.

"Whoa, there, Lieutenant," she said, smiling. "Take it easy." B'Elanna
looked around in surprise to see who had kept her from falling flat on
her face and her already flushed face darkened further when she saw
that it was the captain.

"Thanksh," she said, and grimaced at her slurred speech. Kathryn
stifled a grin, seeing her discomfort. She had not taken her arm from
around her Chief Engineer's shoulders, and she still held her other
arm. She knew her presence was exacerbating B'Elanna's discomfiture,
but she knew the younger woman would never make it to her quarters
without help.

"B'Elanna," she said suddenly, "we're practically at my quarters. Why
don't you come in and catch your breath for a minute? Let your head
clear a little?" B'Elanna wavered for a minute and then seemed to see
the wisdom of the suggestion.

"'kay," she said, "'s a good idea."

"Good," Kathryn said briskly. "Come on. This way." It was still
necessary for her to keep a firm grip on B'Elanna who seemed to have
totally lost use of her feet and legs, threatening to pitch them both
to the deck, were it not for Kathryn's strong hold.

"G-guess...you think I'm-I'm 'n id'ot, gettin' thish drunk," B'Elanna
muttered when they'd reached the doors to Kathryn's quarters. Kathryn
didn't answer immediately, shifting her hold on B'Elanna so she could
key the door open.

She guided her unsteady cargo over to the couch and B'Elanna sank down
onto it gratefully. Kathryn turned toward the replicator. "Want
anything?" She walked over to the unit and keyed in a sequence.

"No, thanksh," Inwardly, B'Elanna cursed her thick tongue. The captain
must think she was a total cretin. "Took me... too long to get thish
drunk." Kathryn laughed out loud. "You have a point," she said. "Well,
do you want something alcoholic?"

"Huh-uh--no, thanksh," B'Elanna said. "Don' think I need it." Kathryn
nodded sagely and retrieved a very weak Scotch and water from the
replicator.and brought it over to the couch where she sat down by
B'Elanna, sipping her drink.

"Guessh y' mus' think I'm--" B'Elanna stopped herself. She'd already
said that, she realized. Better just to keep her mouth shut and reply
when spoken to. Kathryn grinned into her glass.

"No, B'Elanna," she said gently. "You probably have more reason than
anyone else on this ship to tie one on." B'Elanna glanced at her,
blinking, and then looked away. She didn't want to remember that
plasma conduit rupturing and engulfing Ann Solesby, or the searing
pain that had swept her hands and arms when she had seized her
crewmate and hurled her free of the molten plasma, burning herself
seriously in the process. The Doctor had treated Solesby successfully,
and healed B'Elanna's burns and sent her back to Engineering, but the
dreadful sound and sight of Ann Solesby haunted her thoughts. Only by
drinking as much Romulan ale as fast as she could, was she able to
close the door in her mind.

She looked around as she felt the captain's hand on her shoulder,
squeezing it. "It was nothing," she muttered, studying a fingernail
with studied intensity. Captain Janeway's hand on her shoulder felt
very warm. Warm, and comforting. Of a sudden, an irrational desire to
be held and comforted swept her, filling her with surprise. Very few
times in her life had anyone ever held her, much less comforted her.
So, why this sudden need? She shifted uneasily.

"Come here," she heard the captain say as if from a distance. "Come
here, B'Elanna." Dazed, B'Elanna turned toward her to see her holding
out her arms. "Come on," Kathryn said softly. Without fully realizing
that she did so, B'Elanna closed the brief space between them and sank
into Kathryn Janeway's embrace. A feeling of contentment spread
through her like a soothing lullaby and she was astonished to feel the
hot prickling of tears behind her eyelids. What on earth, Torres, is
the matter with you? she wondered. Kathryn's arms tightened around her
and she would have sworn she felt lips brush the top of her head.

Her arms came out to circle Kathryn's waist, and she settled more
deeply into the embrace. Suddenly, she felt gentle hands stroking her
back in long, soothing strokes and the tears spilled over. Kathryn
murmured wordlessly in a soft voice, and B'Elanna felt her lay her
cheek against the top of her head. The tears were brief, and dried
shortly. Embarrassed, B'Elanna sat up and drew away, reluctantly
breaking the embrace.

"What's the matter?" Kathryn asked, watching her in concern. "Why did
you get up?" B'Elanna ducked her head, wiping at a last stray trace of
moisture on her cheek. "Oh," Kathryn said, with indulgent
exasperation, "what's the matter with you? Come back here." She
reached out for B'Elanna, who needed little urging to return to the
welcome haven of her arms.

If asked afterward, neither one could have said who started the kiss
first. All they knew was that lips were seeking lips, tongues questing
for tongues and each was drinking thirstily at the fountain of the
other's mouth. Kathryn's mouth was cool and firm, and B'Elanna could
taste the Scotch she'd been drinking. And she couldn't seem to get
enough of the delicious taste of Kathryn Janeway's mouth.

They drew apart, breathing hard and gazed into each other's eyes.
Kathryn's looked a question and B'Elanna returned an answer with hot
intensity that sent a pleased blush to Kathryn's cheeks. Kathryn's
fingers trailed lightly down B'Elanna's cheek.

"Are you sure, my dear?" she asked softly.

"I'm not drunk any more," B'Elanna whispered. "I know what I'm doing,
and I've never wanted anything more in my life." Kathryn smiled,
brushing her lips lightly.

"Nor have I," she murmured. "Come on." She stood, taking B'Elanna by
the hand. As B'Elanna stood, Kathryn circled her waist with one arm
and they walked back to the bedroom. Kathryn dimmed the lights and as
they stood by the bed, turned a trembling B'Elanna to face her.
Framing B'Elanna's face between her hands, she bent and kissed her
tenderly but thoroughly. B'Elanna's whole body felt suffused with heat
as she returned the kiss, struggling to maintain the pace Kathryn was
setting.

Clothing was removed slowly and deliciously, one piece at a time and
bare skin was stroked with a sensuous touch, inflaming the blood. Lips
followed fingers and passion blossomed into a deeply smoldering
inferno. When at last they stood, both entirely naked, Kathryn held
B'Elanna at arm's length, her eyes traveling over the lithe, but
voluptuous body under her hands. B'Elanna waited patiently, her eyes
never leaving Kathryn's face. She intended to feast on Kathryn's
equally lovely form very shortly with a sumptuous banquet for her
hands and eyes.

Kathryn made her lie down on the bed and she slid across the crisp
sheets to lie and watch Kathryn lie down beside her. Cupping one of
B'Elanna's lush breasts in her hand, Kathryn leaned over to capture
B'Elanna's eager mouth with her own. B'Elanna arched her back to press
herself more closely against Kathryn's hand that caressed her breast,
sending shivers of pleasure cascading through the pit of her stomach.

Kathryn kissed her way along the strong line of B'Elanna's jaw and
down her throat with light, feathery kisses, alternating with flicks
of her tongue against B'Elanna's silky skin that elicited faint
whispery moans from her. B'Elanna's hands ran over the cool smoothness
of Kathryn's skin, fingers trailing across the curve of a breast or
the flatness of her belly. She felt Kathryn twitch when her fingers
brushed across the damp patch of hair between her legs

"Not just yet, my sweet," Kathryn breathed in her ear, promise heavy
in her tone, and B'Elanna was content to let her captain this voyage
as she was the one through this strange quadrant. But her body was
aflame with the need for Kathryn's touch at the center of her being as
she yearned to plunge her own fingers into Kathryn's secret fire.

Kathryn continued with her sweet torture, her lips and hands stoking
B'Elanna's passion to an exquisitely aching peak. "Kathryn...please!"
the plea broke from her despite her determination to remain quiet and
let Kathryn decide when she would ease the conflagration building
within her.

Her hands found the round firm mounds of Kathryn's buttocks and
massaged vigorously, fingers parting the cheeks to tease the tight
puckered anus, making Kathryn jerk spasmodically and give guttural
moans deep in her throat. Her mouth laved Kathryn's full breasts at
the same instant, her own desire increasing with each gasp of pleasure
Kathryn gave.

When Kathryn began to move down her body, planting a stray kiss here
and there, B'Elanna bit her lips to keep from crying aloud and her
thighs quivered in anticipation. Kathryn glanced up at her with a
secret grin and positioned herself between them. Her tongue flicked
teasingly against the hot swollen flesh of B'Elanna's sex and B'Elanna
jerked and gave a small cry with each tantalizing touch. "Please,
Kathryn....." she begged. She felt Kathryn's fingers part the slick
lips of her vagina and for a moment she felt the coolness of air--or
was it Kathryn's breath?--against the inflamed skin. The pressure in
the lower part of her belly was excruciating, but at the same time
pleasurable. When Kathryn began to lick and probe with her tongue
against the hyper-sensitive flesh of her sex, her hips lifted
involuntarily off the bed as though to put all of herself at once into
that instrument of exquisite torture that was Kathryn's mouth

Kathryn's assault on B'Elanna's vagina was as leisurely and agonizing
as her journey to it had been. She seemed oblivious to B'Elanna's
whimpering pleas for release, but the pleas quite soon changed to
moans and gasps of pure pleasure as her ministrations sent B'Elanna
toward orgasm and finally as wave after wave of release rolled through
the slim body, she rolled back to lie on her side and watch the fruits
of her handiwork displayed in the relieved writhings and expression of
joy on her lover's damp, flushed face.

She still lay so a few minutes later, watching B'Elanna sit up through
lazily hooded eyes. There was a glint in B'Elanna's eye and Kathryn
knew she was about to have the torture she'd just inflicted returned
many-fold.

"Come here, you evil witch," B'Elanna purred. "I'm going to make you
beg for it, and make you come until you're barely able to breathe." A
slow grin, slightly taunting, spread over Kathryn's features and she
let B'Elanna pull her up over the rumpled sheets until she lay on her
back, waiting for her would-be tormentor, who, on hands and knees
positioned herself above her.

They kissed, beginning slowly and building to fierce devouring kisses
that sent hot blood licking along their veins. Kathryn grasped
B'Elanna's hips and B'Elanna kneaded a breast vigorously with one hand
while spreading Kathryn's thighs with the other. She entered Kathryn
abruptly, making Kathryn grunt, but her touch was not rough. She
plunged deeply into Kathryn's molten center, fingers stroking
Kathryn's aching clit with surprising gentleness. The slow sweet
approach might be Kathryn's way, but B'Elanna's method was to be more
direct and to the point. However, once her fingers touched the
throbbing button of flesh, they became gentle, so gentle in fact, that
Kathryn half-muttered a frustrated word before biting it back, knowing
B'Elanna wanted her to beg for it. It was all she could do not to cry
out when just as abruptly, B'Elanna withdrew her stroking touch.

B'Elanna kissed her all over...hot, wet, sucking, nipping kisses that
left blooms of flame wherever they touched, inflaming Kathryn still
further. Determined that she would not beg for it, Kathryn
concentrated on the aching heat in her belly. Her whole body quivered
with the need for release, but she ignored it, her own hands stroking
and caressing. B'Elanna maneuvered herself out of reach, though, as
Kathryn's hands sought her sex again. As much as she wanted that touch
again, she wasn't ready for it yet. She could feel the rising pitch of
Kathryn's desire and grinned to herself. She would see just how far
the captain of Voyager could be pushed before she dissolved into a
mewling mass of smoldering needy flesh that cried out to be brought to
climax.

Kathryn reflected that this might well be a battle of the titans, this
quest to make her beg for something she was determined not to beg for.
It might well be the irresistible force meeting the immovable object.
B'Elanna would reach a point where she *needed* to touch Kathryn in
order to satisfy her own raging desires. They'd just have to see who'd
reach flashpoint first.

The battle continued, and they both lost. At the same instant that
Kathryn rasped for B'Elanna to get inside her now, B'Elanna all but
lunged into her, licking wildly and making Kathryn writhe in time to
the busy tongue.

"YesbabyyesbabyyesbabyyesbabyyesbabyYES!" Kathryn babbled as B'Elanna
sent waves of pleasure crashing wetly over her, and she did indeed
come until she could barely catch her breath.

She lay sprawled limply on sweat- and come-soaked sheets, her chest
heaving as B'Elanna, equally limp, lay with one cheek on her sweaty,
sticky thigh, her arm draped across her belly. "My God," Kathryn said
hoarsely.

"Uh-huh," B'Elanna returned in a drained voice.

"What a way to sober up, huh," Kathryn remarked. B'Elanna giggled.

"Yeah," she said. "Now I'll have to start all over again."

"*All* over again?" Kathryn inquired.

"Dunno," B'Elanna mused. "Y'gonna come 'n' pick up off the floor
again?"

"I s'pose," Kathryn said, her voice trailing off sleepily. B'Elanna
murmured something else wordless and they drifted off.

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Copyright 1998 ILuvKate

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