The BLTS Archive - Diversions by ILuvKate --- "Oh, come on, B'Elanna!" Kathryn was laughing as she remonstrated with a fire-breathing B'Elanna who was pacing the livingroom of their quarters like a caged tiger, muttering threats and calling the holographic doctor every uncomplimentary name she could think of. "That p'ahtok!" B'Elanna spat. "I'll take him apart, photon by nasty little photon. I--" "You'll do no such thing," Kathryn said, sitting down on the couch and pulling off her boots. "It's really funny, if you get to thinking about it." She didn't see the withering glare her mate gave her, as she tossed the boots aside and pulled off her socks. "Funny, hell!" B'Elanna growled. "You didn't have to sit and watch yourself act like a simpering fool--" "No," Kathryn agreed drily. "I just had to watch myself putting his hand on my butt." She immediately regretted her remark as B'Elanna's eyes blazed with new fury. "I'm gonna kill 'im," B'Elanna declared. "I swear, I am gonna reduce him to--" "B'Elanna, enough," Kathryn interrupted, her voice sharp. "Give it a rest." She leaned back against the couch cushions. "Come over here and expend some of that energy on me." She patted the seat beside her. Blowing out her breath in an explosive sigh of exasperation, B'Elanna unzipped her jacket and threw it aside, coming over to sit down beside Kathryn, still a quivering mass of irate energy. "C'mere, baby," Kathryn said soothingly. "I know just how to calm you down." She slid her hand under B'Elanna's shirt and began rubbing her hand in slow circles over B'Elanna's back. "I've got an idea," she said. "How about a massage?" We haven't done that in ages. We've still got of that sexy-smelling Throya oil I got on Vexa VII." "That stuff makes me crazy," B'Elanna said, leaning into Kathryn's stroking hand. "And besides," she added, turning to face Kathryn, "you're sexy-smelling enough for me." She leaned over and nuzzled the side of Kathryn's throat, running her tongue in light little licks up past her ear, across her cheek, until she reached Kathryn's mouth, which she captured with her own. Kathryn encircled her with her arms as they kissed, and B'Elanna relaxed into her embrace. "So, what do you say, sweetheart?" Kathryn murmured, brushing her lips across B'Elanna's ridges which were flushed, partly from her seething anger at the Doctor, and partly from Kathryn's ministrations. "How about that massage, hmmm?" B'Elanna had unzipped Kathryn's jacket and was exploring the shape of Kathryn's breast with her fingers, tweaking the nipple through its layers of clothing. "Who's going to go first?" she inquired, squeezing the mound of flesh and smiling at the hitch that developed in Kathryn's breathing. Kathryn kissed her again, demandingly, hungrily. B'Elanna stood up abruptly. "Okay, you've persuaded me. Let's go." She bent and scooped Kathryn up in her arms and carried her to the bedroom. They undressed each other with leisurely abandon, kissing, nipping, stroking, bringing each other to the edge of arousal. Kathryn rose to fetch the massage oil while B'Elanna spread a cover over the bed: a special material that was soft and warm, but impervious to the staining effects of the oil. "Lie down, baby," Kathryn said. "I'm going to make you feel real good." "I already feel real good," B'Elanna said, doing as she was told. "If I get to feeling any better, I'll explode." Kathryn grinned, warming oil in her palms. "That's the idea," she said. Stradding her lover, she began to apply the warmed oil with slow, broad strokes of the flat of her hand, concentrating on the tense, bunched muscles of B'Elanna's shoulders. As she rubbed and stroked, she could feel B'Elanna relaxing. "Oh, God, baby, that feels so good," B'Elanna murmured, wiggling her bottom against Kathryn. "I am getting so wet. I told you that stuff makes me crazy." "I thought *I* made you crazy," Kathryn said, pretending to be petulant, her hands still moving in long slow strokes over B'Elanna's oil-slicked skin. She was getting a little moist herself, if the truth were told, and she was preternaturally conscious of her sex pressed against B'Elanna's bottom. The movement of her body as she slid her hands up and down B'Elanna's back and flanks was only serving to make her even more aroused. "Don't be cute," B'Elanna retorted. "God, that stuff smells so--" "Sexy," Kathryn said. "That's the only word for it. I'd give a mint to know what's in the stuff." They ended up making love, the massage aborted, both covered in the oil as they rolled around devouring each other. The oil didn't taste unpleasant on a nipple being sucked, tongued, and rolled with lips, and they laughed as breasts and buttocks slid out of hands, and thighs slid slickly against one another, bellies rubbing oily bellies. B'Elanna reflected as she plunged her tongue into Kathryn's hot throbbing sex, that the oil certainly didn't harm the taste of Kathryn. If anything--if that were possible--it made her taste even better. "Oh, yes-s-s-s, baby, oh....that's good...." Kathryn groaned, shuddering with pleasure as B'Elanna's tongue licked and probed the most sensitive spots, sending spurts of pleasure streaming through her body. She felt the climax begin to surge through her body under B'Elanna's ministrations. They lay replete afterward, cuddled in each other's arms, the warm smell of sex and massage oil a pleasant miasma around them. When Kathryn could rouse herself sufficiently after a few minutes, she brought B'Elanna to orgasm, finishing up by a line of nibbling little kisses up and down the insides of her Throya-scented thighs. Kathryn had lain back and was just drifting off into a pleasant little drowse, when B'Elanna murmured, "Are you going to finish my massage?" Kathryn opened one eye and turned her head to look at her partner, who lay with both eyes closed. She waited for a chuckle or a grin, but B'Elanna lay perfectly still. Kathryn sat up, rolling her eyes. "Why, certainly, sweetheart," she said with exaggerated politeness and false brightness. "I was just catching my breath." "That's good," B'Elanna said, sitting up, too, still deadpan. "Because I still feel like going down to Sickbay and--" "Get over here," Kathryn told her. "But you have to do me after I finish with you." "I thought I already did you," B'Elanna remarked, crawling over and lying down prone. Kathryn smacked her backside smartly. "Ow," B'Elanna responded. "Keep doing that and this massage is going to get interrupted, too." "You are so funny," Kathryn said. "A real side-splitter." She poured some fragrant Throya oil into her palms and began to spread it over her lover's body, still warm from their exertions. The night was still young. --- Copyright 1999 ILuvKate --- The End