The BLTS Archive - Desnuda/Nude
by Briana L. Wright (chakotaytorres@yahoo.com)

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Author's notes: Challenge response.  Written in first-person POV. The
title is the Spanish term for nudity.(Pronounced des-noo-da) Part I of
?  I dedicate this to Carol, with whom I spoke to for the first time
via Yahoo! Messenger.  lol

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Don't get me wrong, B'Elanna looks gorgeous is whatever she wears, be
it something as elegant as a dress or mundane like her uniform.  Her
physical features--those dark eyes and that sumptuous mouth,
especially--are the perfect accessory to any outfit.  But honestly, I
tend to think of clothing is an obstruction to her beauty. The true
wonder of her can only be found beneath the fabrics: at her skin.

I can see just that, as I peer into our bathroom.  She's in the sonic
shower.  Her back is to me, so she's unaware of my presence.  She's
left the shower door slightly ajar, leaving me a glorious view of her
wet, nude body.  Almost as if watching in slow motion, I'm awe-struck
as the water crashes onto her tanned skin, cascading down every single
curve.  She reaches to her head, running her fingers through the short
hair, and I marvel at the pure power of her.  The taut muscles in her
shoulders and back are at work--the ones hidden from view under her
daily uniform.  I absently note that she's washing her hair. And from
the  scent of it, she's using the wild orchid shampoo I like.

She glances over her shoulder--I hold my breath for a moment thinking
she might see me--but I'm spared from her view.  Soon she's lathered
in soap and bubbles, making her skin even more luminous and enticing.
With another step further, I'm treated to more running water: down her
head, past the small of her back, further down the curve of her
buttocks.

She turns towards the head of the shower and I can see her entire
profile: her small, supple breasts, the toned expanse of her abdomen,
right to those lean, muscled legs...and the dark, dampened patch of
hair that reveals her sex between them.

Suddenly I'm aware of how incredibly arousing my observation has
become.  Even under the influence of condensation, the room feels
considerably warmer.

B'Elanna's voice that summons me from my reverie.  "It's not polite to
stare, you know."  Her tone is stern and warning, but the curl of her
lips and mischief in her dark eyes tells me that she's anything but
perturbed. I inhale the perfume of wild flowers and...something else.
I disrobe in front of her, but her eyes don't leave mine.  "I wasn't
staring," I correct her. "I was appreciating."  I stand nude before
her.

She lazily casts a glance over my body.  Amid the crash of the water
against skin and linoleum, I hear a deep, rumbling sound slowly
building in her throat.  It's a primitive response I've come to know
well--her own way of showing approval and a trigger of her desire.
After a moment, we've locked eyes again.  "You could appreciate me a
hell of a lot better from inside here." The tone in her voice is
lustful.  Her intent is clear.

It's an invitation I can't refuse.

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continued in 'Bajo la Piel/Beneath The Skin'