The BLTS Archive - Jealousy
by ILuvKate


His hand had pulled the zipper of her jacket down, and was just
starting to slide inside and cup her breast when the turbolift doors
opened. Neither noticed because they were deep into a hot and hungry
kiss, so they didn't see Captain Janeway paused in mid-step, about to
enter the lift, taking in the whole scene. They were totally
oblivious.

"Ahem." The Captain didn't clear her throat loudly, but that small
sound penetrated their consciousnesses with the impact of a
thunderclap. They wrenched apart, staring in chagrined horror at
Janeway. B'Elanna Torres found herself impaled with a shockingly
furious look from the Captain, and it brought her up short. Flustered,
made uncomfortable by Janeway's inexplicable anger, she fumbled for
the zipper of her jacket and pulled it up. She could feel her face
burning scarlet. She didn't dare look at Paris, but she sensed that he
was more amused than anything. The silence in the turbolift thickened
and congealed. The doors whisked open at Deck 11 and Torres fled
toward the haven of Engineering. Why on earth had the Captain appeared
to be so mad at catching her and Tom Paris in the middle of a
passionate kiss in the turbolift? Surely that wasn't the first time
she had ever come upon that kind of thing before? The Captain had
always struck her as having a sense of humor, but there had been
nothing but anger just now. She shrugged it off and got to work.

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A few days later in Sandrine's she and Tom Paris were playing a
desultory game of pool with Harry and Neelix. Mostly she and Tom were
embracing or snatching a kiss here and there. When she bent over the
pool table to take a shot, he'd stand behind her, practically spooned
against her butt, and she had all she could do to make the shot.

She pulled out of one of his kisses and turned to glance at the rest
of the people sitting at the tables. Suddenly, her eyes locked with
the Captain's and while there wasn't any rage in her eyes this time,
there was--just as inexplicably--a look of intense sadness and Torres
was just as mystified by that as she had been by the Captain's anger
in the turbolift. What was it with Janeway, anyway? she thought. Why
should it make any difference to her if she and Tom Paris were seeing
each other? She shook her head and turned back to the pool table. Tom
captured her mouth with his and she lost herself in the kiss,
forgetting the Captain's puzzling behavior for the moment.

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A few days later, she and Tom were enjoying an early breakfast in the
mess hall when Janeway walked in. Torres watched her carefully, and
sure enough, an odd look of dissatisfaction, crossed her features.
Torres felt a momentary flash of anger. This was getting to her. There
was no rhyme or reason to it and she was tired of it.

That evening, near the end of her duty shift she rang the doorchime to
Janeway's Ready Room. "Come in," she heard the Captain respond. She
entered the room to find Janeway sitting on her couch with a cup of
coffee. She saw Janeway stiffen slightly and her features settle into
a neutral mask.

"Can I do something for you, Lieutenant?" Janeway asked.

"Frankly, Captain, yes," B'Elanna said. "You can." Janeway nodded and
Torres drew a deep breath. "Captain...you seem to have a problem with
my...association with Tom Paris," she continued. She saw Janeway's
fingers tighten on her coffee cup. "I'm wondering what it is," she
finished.

Janeway dropped her eyes to her coffee cup for a long minute, and
B'Elanna saw her swallow hard. Janeway leaned forward and carefully
placed her coffee cup on the table, her movements careful as though
she were afraid of dropping the cup. B'Elanna waited. Janeway got to
her feet then and paced over to the viewport and stood, arms folded,
staring out at the passing stars.

"All right, B'Elanna," she said. "I'll tell you. But there'll be no
discussion, and I want you to leave as soon as I'm finished. I also
want you to forget what I'm about to tell you, and never mention it
again." Torres just stared at her in complete astonishment. "Promise
me," Janeway added.

"I can't do that until I've heard what you have to say," B'Elanna
said. Janeway sighed hugely, standing with head bowed, fingers
pinching the bridge of her nose.

"The problem I have with you and Tom Paris," she said dully, "is that
I'm..." She took a ragged breath. "...blindly jealous." If the Captain
had turned and shot her with a phaser, B'Elanna could not have been
more shocked. She blinked. ....Jealous. The
Captain....was....*jealous*...of her and Tom Paris. The full
implication of the Captain's words crashed over her in an icy wave.

"Now you know. Dismissed." Janeway bit the words off in short, sharp
little pointed pieces, and the last word snapped with a brittle sound.
B'Elanna didn't move.

"C-Captai--"

"I said dis*missed*" Janeway snapped.

"I'm not going anywhere," B'Elanna said flatly. Turning, Janeway shot
her a bitter glare.

"I said there would be no discussion," she ground out between clenched
teeth. "Now *go.*"

"We have to talk about this," B'Elanna said resolutely.

"We have talked about it. Discussion over," Janeway said harshly.

"*You've* talked about it," B'Elanna said. "I think I've got something
to say about it, too."

"What?" Janeway demanded. "What can you say? You're disgusted,
embarrassed? Now you'll never be comfortable around me again?" She
walked over to her desk and stood in front of it, looking down. "Don't
worry," she said wearily. "You'll never get anything but the utmost
professionalism from me, I assure you." B'Elanna crossed to her in
three swift steps and grabbed her arms, pulling her around to face
her. Janeway's face darkened in anger but B'Elanna ignored it. She
held Janeway in an iron grip at about arm's length.

"So you're in love with me," she said bluntly. Janeway closed her eyes
in pain.

"B'Elanna," she whispered, "please go. I've humiliated myself enough
already." B'Elanna gave her a little shake.

"You expect me to go on now, go about my business, as if nothing had
ever happened?" she demanded. Her hands tightened on Janeway's arms,
and she winced. "I can't do that."

"B'Elanna, I'm sorry," Janeway responded brokenly. "I-I wish I hadn't
said anything. Just tell me you aren't going to file a grieva--"

"Oh, for God's sake!" B'Elanna interrupted in exasperation. "Will you
just be quiet for a minute? Just one minute?" Janeway just looked at
her.

"You haven't even *asked* me how *I* feel about this," B'Elanna said
in annoyance.

"I think I know," Janeway said miserably.

"You know nothing!" B'Elanna said impatiently. Suddenly she pulled the
Captain closer to her. "How do you know I don't feel the exact same
way?"

"B'Elanna, please don't patronize me," Janeway said tiredly. "I--"
B'Elanna snorted.

"Oh, *please*!" she exclaimed. "Since when have you ever known me to
dissemble?" She let go of Janeway's left arm and raised her hand to
stroke her cheek in a gentle caress. A flush darkened Janeway's
cheeks.

"B'Elanna," she said desperately, "please don't..."

"You don't want me to stop," B'Elanna said softly. She cradled
Janeway's face between her hands. Janeway began to tremble. B'Elanna
pulled Janeway to her and kissed her. Janeway went rigid, her hands
rising as if to push her Chief Engineer away, and then she relaxed,
her body sagging into B'Elanna's giving herself up to the kiss--the
stuff of her dreams. They kissed and then they embraced, then kissed,
then embraced. Janeway reveled in the feel of B'Elanna's arms about
her, snuggling against her. B'Elanna worked her hand down to find the
zipper of Janeway's uniform and undid it. Janeway caught her breath.
B'Elanna found the edge of Janeway's gray overshirt and slid her hand
under it to rest on Janeway's warm, bare flesh. Janeway gasped aloud.

"B'Elanna....," she began.

"Shhhh," B'Elanna silenced her with a kiss. She moved her hand up and
worked her fingers into Janeway's bra. In a minute, she moved around
to unhook the garment and then took the firm mound of flesh in her
hand.

"Ahhh," Janeway let out a long sighing moan. "Oh, God, B'Elanna!"
Still massaging Janeway's breast, B'Elanna began to move over to the
Ready Room couch. She kissed Janeway again, and then barely moving her
mouth off Janeway's, told her to put a privacy lock on the door.

"Computer," Janeway said hoarsely, "privacy lock on Ready Room.
Override on my command only." The computer burbled an acknowledgement
and B'Elanna pushed Janeway down on the couch. Then she began to
undress her, kissing and stroking each part bared by the removal of a
piece of clothing. Janeway writhed, moaning deep in her throat.
B'Elanna poised her mouth over Janeway's straining nipples, teasing
them with the tip of her tongue, making Janeway whimper. Janeway's
hands sought her clothing, but she pushed her hands away.

"Not yet," she said, "you'll get your chance." Janeway was completely
naked and B'Elanna was still fully clothed. She found the feel of the
crisp uniform against her skin arousing and she arched her body,
pressing it more closely to B'Elanna's. B'Elanna's hands roamed over
Janeway's leaving a trail of fire. B'Elanna's fingers strayed
teasingly close to Janeway's sex and Janeway groaned.

"Please," she begged, lifting her hips off the bed. "I'm in pain,
B'Elanna!" B'Elanna grinned, kissing her. She rubbed her hand across
Janeway's firm,flat stomach, running up to cup a breast, then moving
back down. B'Elanna kissed her lingeringly and then, just as
lingeringly, moved her lips down to her belly, and then finally taking
pity on Kathryn, plunged into her sex. Kathryn cried out, tangling her
fingers in B'Elanna's hair and pulling her closer. B'Elanna's tongue
stroked wildly up and down the length of Kathryn's sex, circling her
clit, sucking it hard. Kathryn exploded in a wild bucking orgasm and
B'Elanna raised her head, sitting back to watch Kathryn climax,
enjoying the pleasure on her face. Kathryn lay spent for a minute and
then propped herself up on her elbows and stared blearily at her
grinning Chief Engineer.

"Come here," she said. Still grinning, B'Elanna got up to kneel by the
couch where Kathryn still sprawled, thighs still spread. She put a
hand on one.

"Yes?" she inquired.

"You," Kathryn said, "are a dangerous woman."

"So I've been told," B'Elanna responded.

"You've got about two minutes to get out of that uniform," Kathryn
told her. B'Elanna grinned wickedly.

"Or what?" she asked teasingly. Kathryn was on her feet with
surprising quickness. Reaching for her underwear, she looked down at
B'Elanna.

"Or, miss smarty-pants," she said, "I just might leave here and leave
you to your own devices."

"You wouldn't!" B'Elanna exclaimed in pretended horror, stifling a
laugh. Kathryn pretended to look stern.

"Don't bet on it," she said.

"You couldn't," B'Elanna said shrewdly. Kathryn just looked at her and
then turned as though to get dressed.

"Oh, no you don't," B'Elanna said, grabbing her arm and pulling. With
a surprised grunt, Kathryn fell in a heap on top of B'Elanna, her face
inches from hers. Their lips closed on each other's, tongues seeking.
The need for breath drove them apart and Kathryn sat up, straddling
B'Elanna, who lay still, staring up at the Captain expectantly.
Kathryn unzipped B'Elanna's jacket, pushing the sides apart.
B'Elanna's proud breasts strained against her gray turtleneck, hungry
for Kathryn's seeking hands, and Kathryn didn't disappoint. She cupped
them with her hands, fondling them through the shirt and B'Elanna
closed her eyes, putting her head back, arching herself a little.

"Ohhh," she sighed. "Oh, Kathryn...." Kathryn leaned over, still
fondling her, and kissed her.

"I can't get enough of kissing you," she murmured a couple of minutes
later. B'Elanna circled her neck with her arms.

"Me either," she replied. Kathryn sat back up and slid back, pulling
B'Elanna to a sitting position.

"Undress for me, love," she suggested. B'Elanna complied, enjoying
Kathryn's scrutiny as she pulled off each article of clothing and
tossed it aside. Kathryn's eyes roved over the lush, young body in
front of her.

"You want to do the honors?" B'Elanna was naked except for her
panties, and on her knees in front of Kathryn. Kathryn got on her
knees, too, just inches from B'Elanna.

"Ah," she breathed. "You are so beautiful." She cupped B'Elanna's
breasts in her hands, thumbing the erect nipples. B'Elanna breathed
deeply. Kathryn slid her hands down her sides and around to grasp
B'Elanna's bottom. B'Elanna made a noise in her throat as her own
hands reached for Kathryn. They kissed again, a hot, hungry, devouring
that scorched their bodies. Kathryn slid her hands inside B'Elanna's
panties and pulled them off. She put a hand between B'Elanna's thighs,
her thumb teasing B'Elanna's throbbing clit, making her moan.

"Kathryn!" B'Elanna gasped. Kathryn drove her thumb deeper and
pummeled the small knob of flesh hard. B'Elanna growled deep in her
throat, her own hands clutching Kathryn's bottom, spreading her cheeks
and teasing the small puckered anus with her fingers. Their orgasms
overtook them, washing both of them over the edge as they sagged
against each other in its throes. They held each other loosely and
after a minute Kathryn pushed B'Elanna back to lie flat on the floor,
spreading her thighs. She kissed from knee to groin,first one thigh,
then the other. Then she parted the moist lips of B'Elanna's sex
widely, exposing the swollen, reddened clitoris. She flicked it with
her tongue and B'Elanna whimpered. Kathryn circled it with her tongue
and sucked on it, making B'Elanna writhe. She sucked until the spasms
of B'Elanna's climax started, and then she lifted her head and used
her fingers, massaging B'Elanna's sex roughly.

B'Elanna lay sprawled limply as the last tremors died away. Kathryn
sat back and watched her, chin propped in one hand on a knee.

"Much as I hate to break up this little meeting," Kathryn said later,
"We'd better get dressed and back to work." B'Elanna sat up, her gaze
bleary.

"Yeah," she agreed. She fixed Kathryn with a serious look. "Where do
we go from here?" she asked. Kathryn looked up from sorting through
the heap of clothes by her.

"If I have to tell you that, then maybe I ought to just leave you with
Tom Paris," she said archly. B'Elanna took the underwear she handed
her and just stared at her. Kathryn grinned lopsidedly.

"Sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to be flip." They pulled on clothes.
Kathryn sat down on the couch and pulled on her boots. B'Elanna stood,
pulling on her trousers and picked up her jacket. "Let's just take it
day by day, B'Elanna, all right?" Kathryn continued, standing to shrug
into her own jacket. "You are, after all, an officer under my command.
The implications are serious."

"Just as long as you're not trying to tell me in a roundabout way that
this is a one-night stand," B'Elanna said, "I can live with any
restrictions you propose. Just don't keep me out of your bed. Not
now."

"I have every intention of keeping you *in* my bed as often as
possible," Kathryn assured her. "But we can't trumpet our
relationship."

"I understand," B'Elanna said. "I hope you didn't think I was going to
be groping you on the Bridge, or sitting in briefings giving you
soulful lovesick looks."

"Now that's an inviting prospect!" Kathryn laughed. "No, I didn't
think you were. Don't be silly."

"Well," B'Elanna said. Kathryn stepped over to her and took her face
in her hands, giving her a final tender kiss.

"My quarters," she said. "At the end of your duty shift." B'Elanna
saluted smartly.

"Aye, Captain," she said grinning. "I'll be there with bells on."

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Copyright 1998 ILuvKate

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The End