The BLTS Archive - Hunger Pains
by Briana L. Wright (chakotaytorres@yahoo.com)

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AUTHOR'S NOTES: The phrase 'favor con favor se paga' is the Spanish
equivalent of the proverb 'If you scratch my back, I'll scratch
yours.' Thanks to Carol for her feedback.

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B'Elanna rolled over in bed. Her sense of smell was reviving her from
sleeping bliss. As she stretched lazily, the familiar scent of bananas
made its way to her nose. That can only be one thing, she thought.
Banana pancakes -- and fresh from the replicator, too. Wide awake, she
decided she wanted some.

Flinging the covers off with hopeless abandon, she made her way to the
kitchen. "Chakotay?" When he didn't answer, she spied him leaning
against the counter, selfishly eating what should have rightfully been
hers. "Nice of you to wake me up."

He smirked at her annoyance. "And spoil my solitude? I don't think so.
Besides, you looked so peaceful...snoring away, taking up all the covers."

B'Elanna crossed her arms. "I do not snore."

"Of course you don't," he said, taking a bite of pancakes. "You just
breathe really loud." He chuckled as he chewed, provoking another
irritated expression from her. With her taste buds watering and the
pungent aroma of banana too intense to ignore, B'Elanna approached him
none too politely.

"Give me some," she demanded.

Chakotay considered her a moment, then said, "No," and took in another
forkful just to spite her.

The half-Klingon glared at his audacity. "How can you make banana
pancakes and not offer me any?"

"Very carefully," he mumbled.

Smart-ass Indian, she thought bitterly. Hungry and impatient, B'Elanna
lunged for his plate, but he quickly dodged her in time. "You wouldn't
even be eating them if it weren't for me!" she cried.

Chakotay turned way from her, putting distance between himself and his
clearly agitated lover. "Maybe if you had gotten up early enough, you
could've made some yourself instead of assuming that I would be
willing to share."

Torres' last nerve was wearing very thin. She stood with her hands on
her hips. "Funny you should say that after it was you who insisted I
move in. And what about the lecture you gave me, huh? 'What's yours is
mine, and what's mine is yours'? Favor con favor se paga?" she
reiterated in her father's Spanish. "Don't tell me you were
bullshitting me, Chakotay."

Chakotay had to laugh at the degree of seriousness she was taking all
of this. It wasn't the first time he had taken liberties with her
personal delicacies and certainly not the first time he'd done so in
her presence. "It's only food, B'Elanna."

Her eyes shot daggers at him. "Is it, Chakotay?" She stressed his name
with a clenched jaw.

His only response was a heavy sigh. She watched him drop his fork and
a quiet cry of victory went off in her head. "Fine," he spat,
frowning. B'Elanna got close enough to finally grab his plate --

-- just as Chakotay did the unexpected.

"If you want some THAT bad, you'll have to rip them out of my cold,
dead hands!"

He bolted.

"Son of a bitch!" B'Elanna yelled, her brain barely registered his
sudden choice of flight over fight.

Fueled by utter shock and rage, she ran after him with more intent to
kill him rather than to bother with the food. "You p'tak!" she
threatened behind him. Laughing all the way, Chakotay weaved her
through the living room, tossing pillows and pushing chairs over to
slow her down. In his excitement, he barely made it over the coffee
table. He hadn't been this amused by her temper in a long time.

He had succeeded in keeping her at bay until he made the mistake of
going into the bedroom, where space was compromised and there was only
so much furniture to barricade her from the pancakes he had in tow.

"No place to hide now, Nature Boy. Hand it over or else!"

He leapt onto the bed and teetered side to side on the mattress,
taunting her. His cruel smile infuriated her even more. "Or else what,
Miss Torres?"

"Or else I'll have your balls on a platter!"

"Sticks and stones -- " Chakotay patronized.

"The more for me to beat you with!"

Now he was laughing. "It is too early for you to be acting THIS
hostile."

"Well maybe if I had EATEN by now, I wouldn't have REASON to be
hostile, would I?"

Chakotay winked at her. "You're beautiful when you're angry."

She shot him another predatory look. "Then I'll be GORGEOUS by the
time I'm through with you, Chakotay. You're really sick, you know
that?"

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her. "Oh, but you love every
minute of it."

B'Elanna ignored him. She was done chasing. "Give me the damn
pancakes," she ordered, sticking out a hand for emphasis. So help me,
she thought, glaring at Chakotay.

He eyed her, pursing his lips as though waiting for something.

"Ugh. Fine!" Torres relented. "Can I PLEASE have them? I'm starving,
for God sake."

Chakotay's lips slowly curled into a smile. "That's all you had to
say." He presented the plate to her. B'Elanna eyed him suspiciously.
"I suppose after all this you think I poisoned them?"

"You'd kill me in my sleep if you thought you had half a chance." She
reached for a pancake. Chakotay moved the plate away again. "Now
you've gone and insulted me. I don't think -- " But B'Elanna had
anticipated his escape this time. She tackled him before he could even
think about making a run for it. As the two of them hit the bed, the
pancakes were airborne.

With a flop, they landed on the carpet floor.

B'Elanna tried to clamber her way off of Chakotay, but he kept her
from going anywhere. He was quick to overtake her body with his. "No
you don't," he warned.

He held her hips down with his own as he took hold of her arms and
pinned them above her head. She screamed in frustration. "What do I
have to do to get some food around here!" Her muscles struggled
against his restraint. He chuckled in spite of himself. "Laugh it up
all you want, Chakotay, but as soon as I get a hold of you..."

Chakotay grinned down at her. "IF you get a hold of me, coward."

Not even a half-Klingon would put up with having their honor
insulted--certainly not one B'Elanna Torres. That was the last straw.
B'Elanna's right arm suddenly whipped out of Chakotay's grasp. She
tried to gather all of her strength in an effort to shove him off of
her, but she failed, and she cursed him.

Just as Chakotay tried to get hold on her wrist again, she knocked him
off his balance. In their melee, they'd both forgotten that there was
only so much room to wrestle on a bed. With each attack, they were
drawn closer and closer. One more pounce from B'Elanna sent them both
over the edge.

There was a loud thud as they hit the floor. Chakotay lay aching in
two places: his face and his back. B'Elanna had landed hard atop him.

They panted loudly, trading insults between breaths. "Greedy woman,"
Chakotay spat.

"Thief," B'Elanna countered. He felt her hips rock against his,
whether by intention or mere coincidence.

"Liar."

He felt it again.

"Your ancestors."

And again. And again.

A few more passed and they found themselves eye to eye, practically at
the ready to strangle each other. Only as an afterthought, could
Chakotay feel himself hardening under the pressure her persistent
motion was creating. Eventually, he quieted.

In light of his silence, B'Elanna taunted him. "Give up?"

He gave her a seductive smile. "Never." His chest rose and fell as he
could feel his desire building. B'Elanna, too, was becoming aroused by
their rough-and-tumble session. Some of their best times had been
spent this way: bruising the other's ego until clothing was strewn
about. Soon she was also aware of the stiffness beneath her hips.

She straddled him, resting her hands on his chest. "Something tells me
you're not exactly hungry for food right now." Her voice was husky.

"You don't say," he countered, equally lustful.

"I do." Her face hovered inches above his.

Suddenly, she flicked the tip of his nose with her tongue and grinned
with relish. He remained perfectly still as she proceeded further up
his face between his eyes, up to his forehead -- deliberately dragging
her tongue along his skin in a territorial display. She tasted his
sweat on her tongue. It exhilarated her.

"Funny," she purred as she lifted her tank top over her head, "Somehow
I've lost my appetite, too."

Chakotay found that the ache in his back was replaced by the urgency
in his loins as his eyes fell upon her breasts. He forgot all about
their previous tensions as he rolled her onto her back. "We'll see
about that."

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Some time later, B'Elanna awoke to the sound of rustling in the
kitchen. "Chakotay," she called after him lazily, "come back to bed."

Within minutes, he returned bearing a food tray with none other than
her favorite treat. "After a workout like that, you really should
eat."

She tried to muster the best sympathetic smile she could. "But I'm not
hungry."

Chakotay's face fell, dead-pan.

Burying herself in the covers, B'Elanna Torres giggled with delight.

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The End