The BLTS Archive - Combat Simulations
by ILuvKate

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On an idle stroll through the ship one morning, Kathryn Janeway passed
the holodeck and took a casual glance at the program running.
"TorresCombatK" she read. Something else she read caused her to frown
suddenly and she turned to the door. The doors slid open, and Janeway
stepped into the harsh barren arena of a Klingon combat simulation.
Stunted scrubby trees scrabbled for a hold in rocky soil and here and
there were wasted hulks of blasted buildings with gaping holes in
their walls, sagging stairs and drooping doors. She could hear the
sounds of a struggle: the clash of bat'leth on bat'leth, the grunt of
exertion or pain as contact was made. She turned and headed in the
direction of those sounds, keeping a wary eye out for attacking holo-
characters who would zero in on the movement of any warm body to
attack. And since the safeties were off in this program, it wouldn't
do to be caught unaware.

B'Elanna Torres struggled like a trapped animal to defend herself
against a hulking enemy with a skull-like face into which were set
blood-red eyes and needle-like fangs. She whirled her bat'leth with
uncommon skill, landing fierce blows that appeared to have little
effect on her opponent, who in the meantime was using his weapon with
considerably more success. Blood streamed from cuts on Torres' arms
and one slashed across her chin, dripping small red pearls of blood
onto her sweat- and blood-stained tank top. She had ripped the tank
top's bottom off, and it stopped just below the curve of her breasts.
She'd tied the strip of shirt around her forehead. Despite the
sweatband, sweat poured down her face which was a mask of rage and
determination. She swung her weapon in a classic move, but her
opponent twisted out of the way and countered with a similar move,
catching Torres completely off-guard.

"Computer. Command override. Freeze program!" Janeway said swiftly. In
thirty more seconds, the bat'leth would have been driven through
Torres' body, impaling her on it. Torres, on her back, stared for few
seconds at the point of the bat'leth frozen inches from her chest and
then rolled away, coming to her feet and face to face with a coldly
furious Janeway. She blinked, staring at the captain who stood, arms
folded, glaring.

"You're on report, Lieutenant!" Janeway snapped. Torres, struggling to
get her breath back dropped her eyes, staring at the ground. She bent
over, hands on knees, waiting for her breathing to return to normal.
After a minute or two, she straightened and looked at Janeway.

"Captain," she began.

"I don't want to hear it!" Janeway rapped out. "You know regulations!"
Torres sighed, looking sullen.

"What's the matter, anyway?" Janeway asked her. "I thought you'd
outgrown--" She gestured. "Stuff like this."

"I just needed to let off some steam," Torres muttered, hands on hips,
staring at the ground. Janeway studied her in exasperation.

"Well, if you want to fight to let off steam," she said, "Choose
something other than a Vog, for God's sake, or at least don't have the
safeties off."

"Captain, sometimes I just have to have the safeties off. You just
don't understand." Torres said this in a rush to avoid being cut off
again.

"Oh, but I *do* understand," Janeway said. "I do," she insisted as
Torres looked politely skeptical. "What *you* don't understand,
however,is that if you get killed trying to satisfy some macha
impulse, I won't have a Chief Engineer." Torres shrugged impatiently.
"Or one of my most trusted friends," Janeway added softly and B'Elanna
looked up quickly. "So," Janeway continued, "You want to fight? All
right. I challenge you to K'ah b'tath. Torres' eyes widened.

"How do you--?" she began.

"Do you accept the challenge?" Janeway asked abruptly.

"Of course," B'Elanna countered. "You know I can't decline."

"I don't want to take unfair advantage of you," Janeway said, taking
off her jacket and throwing it aside. "I haven't been just battling a
Vog with the safeties off." She pulled her grey turtleneck off. "You
need some time to rest?" Torres all but sneered.

"No," she said. "I've gotten my second wind." She locked gazes with
Janeway. "You wouldn't want me fresh." Janeway laughed.

"Don't be too sure," she said casually. "Computer, bat'leth" Torres
picked up her own bat'leth and assumed the ritual stance, waiting for
Janeway. Janeway secured her hair so it'd stay out of her face and
turned, picking up her weapon. "No holds barred, Lieutenant," she said
quietly. "B'rah leh-kahr" she added loudly.

Bat'leths whirled and clashed, punctuated with grunts, the scrape of
boots on the rocky ground, and harsh breaths. Torres tried to
concentrate on parrying Janeway's moves and not on how strangely
skilled this slender human woman was with the bat'leth and the moves
of the K'ah b'tath. Janeway concentrated on countering Torres'
formidable strength and agility with her knowledge of moves and
counter-moves.

There was a distressingly loud thunk as Janeway's bat'leth connected
solidly with Torres' midsection when the latter couldn't twist out of
the way quite in time. She hit the ground, rolled, and came up with
her bat'leth just in time to deflect Janeway's downward thrust that
would have ended the match. The harsh clang of metal on metal rang
loudly as Torres regained her feet and executed a flurry of thrusts
and slashes with eye-blurring speed. The sharp curved tip of the
bat'leth laid open Janeway's shoulder and blood welled up, but Janeway
appeared not to notice, going into a defensive crouch, eyes narrowed.
Torres spun, wielding the bat'leth and before Janeway could move out
of the way, she found herself on her back, hitting the ground with a
hard thud. On her feet in an instant, she thrust upward with her
bat'leth, catching Torres square on the nose. Blood spurted as she hit
the ground and her bat'leth went hurtling out of her reach. Torres lay
on the ground and stared at the tip of the bat'leth just bare
centimeters from her face, and at Janeway who, on her knees, was
straddling her. A low growl of frustration sounded deep in her throat,
but she laid her hands back in a gesture of surrender. Blood streamed
down each side of her face from her bleeding nose. With a quick
movement of the bat'leth's razor-sharp tip, Janeway made the small
ritual slash on Torres' cheek, and then straightened up. She tossed
the weapon aside and still straddling Torres, stared down at her. For
a long, charged minute, they looked at each other. Torres was sharply
aware of Janeway's body on hers, her thighs hugging her sides, close
to her breasts. Janeway, for her part, took note of the fact that
Torres wore no bra under her undershirt that now rode up, almost
exposing her breasts. Deliberately Janeway ran her eyes over Torres,
pausing on her breasts heaving under the skimpy top. Torres returned
her look just as deliberately. Janeway rose to her feet and held out
her hand. Torres took it and allowed the captain to pull her upright.
Janeway walked over to pick up her clothes.

"I don't have anything," Torres said in answer to her raised eyebrows
about her clothes. Blood spattered from her nose onto her tank top,
dripping from her chin.

"Computer, beam Lt. Torres and me to Sickbay," Janeway said. They
disappered in a blue tingle to materialize in Sickbay. The Doctor and
Kes turned as the two appeared and stared at them in astonishment.

"Well," the Doctor began in his usual acerbic tone, "what have we
here? A holodeck program gone awry, or what?"

"What," Janeway said shortly. "See to Lt. Torres' injuries, Doctor,"
she continued, forestalling him. He and Kes led Torres to a bio-bed
and began treating her nosebleed and other injuries. She stopped him
from healing the slash on her cheek. After a couple of minutes, Kes
turned to the captain and inspected the slash on her shoulder.

Later, when the Doctor had finished with them and he and Kes had
retreated to his office to make the log, Janeway invited Torres to
dinner in her quarters. "My treat," she said. "It's only fair the
winner should treat the loser to dinner."

"I'll take you up on it," Torres said. "I want you to tell me where
you learned the K'ah b'tath like that." An odd expression crossed the
captain's face.

"Very well," she said casually. "Let's go." They left Sickbay and
headed for Janeway's quarters. There were more than a few odd looks at
the blood-stained and sweat-soaked attire of the captain and Chief
Engineer, but the two ignored them, arriving at Janeway's quarters.
Janeway keyed the lock and they walked inside.

"Help yourself to the shower," Janeway said, leading the way to her
bathroom. She stepped over to her closet and rummaged briefly,
bringing out a tunic and trousers. "You're smaller than I am, but
they'll do," she said, handing the clothing to Torres.

"Thanks," Torres said. Janeway nodded and went out to the living room.

"What do you want to eat?" she called. "Name it."

"Surprise me," Torres called back.

A few minutes later, B'Elanna emerged, dressed in the borrowed
clothes. Janeway turned as she came in and handed her a glass of wine.

"I've seen you drink this at Sandrine's," she commented, setting a
salad on the table.

"Yes," Torres replied, "my favorite." She sat down on one of the
dining chairs.

"Help yourself to salad if you want while I jump in the shower,"
Janeway offered, gesturing toward the bowl of mixed greens sitting on
the table. "Back in a minute." Torres sipped her wine and looked
around the tastefully furnished quarters of Voyager's captain. Various
mementoes of her career and personal life decorated the walls and
tables. B'Elanna rose and walked over to inspect a sculpture, sipping
her wine.

Janeway re-entered shortly, dressed in civvies. She poured herself a
glass of wine and sat down at the table with B'Elanna. She prepared
two bowls of salad and they ate.

"Tell me how you learned K'ah b'tath so well," B'Elanna said. Again
that odd expression that B'Elanna would have described as discomfort
crossed Kathryn's features. Kathryn cleared her throat and shifted her
position slightly, seeming to find a slice of carrot in her salad of
intense interest. She glanced up at B'Elanna who looked back at her
expectantly.

"I was friends with a Klingon while stationed on Deep Space Four
before I took my first command," she said. "Her name was A'Kulah."

"I've heard of her," B'Elanna said in surprise. "I think she knew my
mother."

"No doubt," Kathryn agreed. She seemed distracted.

"And she taught you K'ah b'tath?" Kathryn nodded, sipping her wine.
"You must have been very good friends," B'Elanna remarked. A faint
flush colored Kathryn's cheeks, and all of a sudden B'Elanna had a
flash of insight.

"We were lovers," Kathryn said, with a small sigh, eyes fixed on her
salad. B'Elanna raised her eyebrows.

"You had a Klingon lover," she said. Kathryn nodded, not looking at
her. "Why are you embarassed?" B'Elanna asked curiously. "It's not the
20th century any more." Kathryn glanced up at her and smiled.

"I've always been cautious when it comes up with junior officers," she
explained. Torres made an impatient gesture.

"Well, I'm cool," she said. "I went to the Academy for a while,too,
you know." Kathryn laughed.

"Is that where you explored it, too?" she asked. B'Elanna nodded.

"Of course," she said. "I don't know too many people who didn't."

"True," Kathryn agreed. She studied B'Elanna musingly over the rim of
her wine glass before taking a sip. "I've always found you quite
attractive, by the way," she said casually.

"Thank you," B'Elanna said, meeting her looking squarely. "Same here."
Kathryn nodded.

"I'm surprised you didn't beat me on the holodeck today," she
confessed. "I found myself unable to keep my mind off your being naked
under that tank top you'd ripped off so short." B'Elanna grinned at
her.

"If I'd known that," she said, "I'd have taken advantage of it."

"I know," Kathryn said, gathering their salad bowls and putting them
in the refuse slot. She keyed the replicator and brought two perfect
prime ribs over to the table. B'Elanna's eyes lit up.

"Wow," she said, taking the plate. "When you say treat, you mean
treat."

"You bet," Kathryn said, setting her plate down and sitting down. She
shook out her napkin and picked up her knife and fork.

They ended up on the couch, feeling the wine buzzing pleasantly in
their heads, and kissing. They kissed deeply, sweetly, wildly, hotly,
wetly. B'Elanna found herself poised over Kathryn who was on her back
on the couch, her mouth swollen from being devoured by B'Elanna's, her
breasts rising and falling with her breathing which she was trying to
regain control of. B'Elanna let her eyes travel down to Kathryn's
breasts and she undid Kathryn's blouse, pushing it aside. Kathryn wore
no bra and B'Elanna threw her a grin as she lowered her head to take
one of the soft warm nipples in her mouth, sucking it gently and first
and then more roughly. Kathryn threw her head back, making soft noises
as B'Elanna licked and sucked her breasts, moving from one to the
other. She moved up to lay a line of kisses along Kathryn's jaw,
moving back to capture her delectable mouth yet once again. She drove
her tongue deeply into Kathryn's mouth, tasting her, Kathryn returned
as good as she got, sliding her tongue over and around B'Elanna's.
B'Elanna fondled Kathryn as she kissed her. Kathryn worked her way
into B'Elanna's clothes, finding her breasts and thumbing the nipples.
They pulled clothes off and threw them aside.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Kathryn suggested breathlessly. "This
damn couch..."

"Right." B'Elanna stood and then bent and scooped Kathryn up in her
arms and carried her into the bedroom.

They left no spot unkissed, unlicked, unsucked, or untouched as they
explored each other. They did not tend the throbbing aches between
their legs, letting the anticipation build until they both felt like
screaming. Kneeling between Kathryn's spread thighs, B'Elanna parted
the wet lips of her sex with one hand while she flicked the red,
swollen clit with her finger. Kathryn twitched with each flick.

"Please, B'Elanna," Kathryn breathed. B'Elanna teased Kathryn's clit
with her finger as Kathryn moaned, tossing her head. Then B'Elanna
bent and attacked with her lips and tongue, not stopping until two
orgasms had racked Kathryn's body. B'Elanna lay back on the bed
feeling the pleasure wash through her own body. Then she felt hands on
her thighs, spreading them and breathed deeply. Kathryn devoured her,
tongue licking, probing, lips sucking, teeth nipping. B'Elanna
shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her under
Kathryn's ministrations.

Spent, they lay side by side drowsing langorously, feeling damp flesh
against damp flesh. B'Elanna thought she had never been so contented.
Kathryn thought she'd never felt better in her life. B'Elanna lay on
her stomach, half-asleep, and Kathryn put a hand out to caress that
beautiful bottom that she intended to explore further.

"Mmmm," B'Elanna murmured drowsily at Kathryn's touch, and turned over
to snuggle into Kathryn who with a huge sigh of satisfaction, enfolded
her into her embrace. They drifted off.

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Copyright 1998 ILuvKate

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The End