The BLTS Archive - Cat And Mouse
by RvrendJim (rvrendjim@aol.com)

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B'Elanna Torres paused for a thoughtful moment, weighing her
options carefully before coming to a decision. Shrugging her
shoulders in resignation, she decided a cup of raktajino was
worth her precious replicator rations and ordered the
Klingon brew with a sigh. The cup materialized in the food
slot, swirls of steam rising, wafting toward her. B'Elanna
inhaled deeply, a wry smile creeping into her lips as she
made her way back to the main engineering console.

The aroma reminded her so much of home... her childhood
home, back on Kessik IV. Even though that particular tenure
of her life had been brief, the memories of it were firmly
etched in her mind. The smell of corn bread muffins, hot and
steaming, filling the house with that pleasant scent;
coffee, even a Klingon version of it, percolating wildly,
and her... small, though hardly frail, dressed in a flannel
nightie, stumbling into the kitchen bleary eyed, still
groggy from sleep, sitting on her father's lap as he
buttered a muffin for them to share. B'Elanna smiled fondly.
She had been a very mature four when she had marched into
the kitchen one morning and announced, in what she thought
was a rather grown up voice, that she was much too little
for milk and orange juice. No... she wanted raktajino...
although when she said it, the word came out sounding more
like rack- of-jeans-o. For some reason, her father thought
that was the cutest thing and obliged her... letting her sip
the brew from his mug! Even now, she thought that was the
most wonderful thing in the universe, drinking from her
father's coffee mug.

In truth, the raktajino had been horrible. It coated her
palate, burned her throat, and made the hair in her nose
whistle like the woodwind section of an orchestra. But she
took it like a warrior, not showing so much as a hint of
distaste. It wouldn't be till years later that she would
learn that her father simply made bad raktajino... a
heartfelt but clumsy attempt to bring Klingon culture into
their home on a Federation world.

B'Elanna sat down at her workstation, sipping her Klingon
coffee slowly as the childhood memory flickered away. The
raktajino was still horrible... she couldn't make it any
better than her father had... and she loved it.

The lulling hum of the warp engines was almost hypnotic, an
undulating rhythm that more than once had nearly put her
into a trance. There was a time when she had enjoyed working
the night shift. It gave her time to think... to work in
peace without people who still didn't really trust her
constantly looking over her shoulder to see if she was doing
a satisfactory job.

Now the night shift seemed like a punishment.

She hadn't seen much of Kathryn in nearly a week, and when
she did see her it was usually in some official capacity
that didn't allow much in the way of contact. It was all so
much "yes ma'ams" and "good work, lieutenants" but not much
else. Making love with a glance was a skill they had both
mastered, letting their eyes convey what their insides were
feeling across a conference table lined on either side with
officers who most likely suspected what was going on. More
often than not it was enough to get them through the day,
but after a week of touchless sex the tension was getting
unbearable. B'Elanna needed to feel Kathryn's body in her
hands... if only for a moment; she needed to kiss those
delicious lips and run her fingers through that wonderful
red hair.

It would be a long time in coming.

Kathryn was asleep now, and by the time B'Elanna finished
her stint on the night shift Kathryn would be on the bridge
beginning *her* shift.  It was madness. Absolute insanity.
If she didn't see Kathryn soon she would surely explode!

B'Elanna glanced around thoughtfully, coming to yet another
decision. Most of the engineering staff on duty at this time
of night were prowling the ship, making repairs to those
systems that saw heavy traffic during the day hours... the
replicators in the mess hall, the holodecks. The only
officer not engaged outside of engineering was Ensign Vorik.
The Vulcan stood rigidly at a computer station, hands
clasped behind his back as he reviewed the sensor logs.

"Ensign Vorik?" B'Elanna called. He turned in an instant,
fluid... poised. That Vulcan grace was something to be
admired. The eyebrow went up almost of its own accord. "I
have... an errand to run. Can you keep an eye on things for
ten... fifteen... maybe twenty minutes?"

"Indeed, " Vorik nodded.

B'Elanna smiled. "Great... have a cup of raktajino on me."
She didn't wait long enough to gauge his response, opting
instead to make a beeline for the turbolift. She felt almost
giddy... a mixture of sexual anticipation and guilt for
leaving her post, that, combined, felt absolutely wonderful.

Sometimes it was fun to be naughty, B'Elanna mused.

The lift jerked to a halt and yawned open. B'Elanna hurried
down the corridor, mind reeling as she considered the
various scenarios open to her. Kathryn would probably be
asleep... a reasonable assumption, given the fact that she
was due on the bridge in just a few hours. B'Elanna debated
how to approach her... whether to attack her outright, or
ease her into consciousness with a well placed kiss.

B'Elanna grinned wickedly. Maybe she wouldn't wake her.
Maybe...  just maybe.. she would ease her face between
Kathryn's parted legs  and take what she wanted in one
slurp, leaving Kathryn in the arms of Morpheus while she ate
her like the last meal of condemned man. Kathryn would wake
up feeling wonderful, a single rose left on the pillow the
only proof of the violation that had taken place in the wee
hours of the morning.

The thought turned the corners of B'Elanna's lips upward in
a hungry sneer, a look that held intact as the doors to
their quarters hissed open at her approach. B'Elanna padded
across the plush carpet, smacking her lips greedily as she
tip-toed toward the bedroom. A few more steps... careful not
to make a peep... and then... heaven.

B'Elanna stopped dead in her tracks. Her mouth fell open and
her arms went limp at her sides, the full realization
hitting her like a ton of bricks. Kathryn wasn't there. The
bed was empty, the covers thrown hastily to one side.
B'Elanna looked around, befuddled, some tiny part of her
brain taking notice of the fact that Kathryn's night gown
was no longer draped over the back of the chair in the
corner.

"Computer, " B'Elanna growled. "Locate Captain Janeway."

A feminine voice responded, "Captain Janeway is in main
engineering."

"What?" B'Elanna gasped. "Of all the... " Turning on her
heels, B'Elanna stormed for the door. This couldn't be
happening. This just couldn't be happening. The lift took
its time arriving and when it did B'Elanna pushed her way
inside, barking an order that would take her back to
engineering.

Ensign Vorik greeted her return with a look of utter
puzzlement. "Lieutenant... Captain Janeway was just here
looking for you."

B'Elanna sifted through that message and one word stuck out
above the others. "Was?"

The Vulcan nodded. "I informed her that you had an errand to
run."

"What did she say?"

"'Thank you', " Vorik quoted in a damn good -if not
masculine- imitation of the captain's voice. "Then she said
she was returning to her quarters."

B'Elanna nodded glumly. She must have missed Kathryn by a
nanosecond. Not all was lost, then. At least... she hoped
not. She nodded to Vorik, the unspoken command more than
audible. She swept into the lift, ordered it on its way and
headed back to her quarters... which, as before, were empty.

"Computer... where the hell is Captain Janeway now?"

For the second time, the computer said, "Captain Janeway is
in main engineering."

B'Elanna howled in agony. This had to be a nightmare! She'd
never had such a difficult time getting laid in all her
life! Heart pounding... head aching... B'Elanna marched
dutifully back into the corridor, finding her good friend
the turbolift and stepping inside. She reached engineering
for the second time in probably as many minutes and once
again found Ensign Vorik staring at her, eyebrow raised,
hands resting in the small of his back.

"Lieutenant... " the Vulcan began in an uncharacteristic
stutter. "Captain- "

"I know, " B'Elanna sighed. "Don't tell me. Captain Janeway
was just here, right?" The words she uttered in Klingon made
Vorik turn away in disgust. B'Elanna growled, heading back
-yet again- for the turbolift, ordering it on its way. Then
she thought better of it.

"Computer, halt turbolift, " B'Elanna snapped. The lift
acquiesced without protest. B'Elanna tapped her commbadge.
"Torres to Janeway."

"Janeway here. B'Elanna, where are you?"

B'Elanna sighed. The sound of that raspy voice quickly
turned her legs to rubber. "In an idle turbolift, somewhere
between decks 17 and 18.  Where are you?"

A brief pause, then what might have been a chuckle or groan
of frustration came back at her. "In another idle turbolift,
somewhere between decks 17 and 18. Probably a few sections
away from you. I... needed to walk off some, er, pent-up
energy on the way back from engineering."

"You and me both, " B'Elanna sighed. She sagged back against
the lift, sliding to the floor until she was in a sitting
position. "I was going to surprise you, hon."

Kathryn laughed. "I was going to surprise *you*. I don't
think we've ever made love on the landing overlooking
engineering.  Thought it might be fun."

"Would have been, " B'Elanna sighed. Her hand strayed
anxiously to the front of her pants. "I was going to sneak
into our quarters and take you like a fiend. Like it?"

"Love it," Kathryn giggled. "Were you going to wake me?"

B'Elanna felt the heat of embarrassment flush her cheeks.
"Well... no, I wasn't. Do you think less of me?"

Kathryn laughed again. The sound went right to B'Elanna's
head... then surged downward to where her hand was resting.
"No... I could never think less of you, sweetie. I love it
when you just take me... and you can take me any time and
any place you want."

"I love you," B'Elanna sighed.

"I love you," Kathryn returned.

B'Elanna leaned her head back against the wall of the
turbolift. "So... what do you mean showing up in main
engineering wearing only a robe. I have officers to command,
you know. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Oh I don't know," Kathryn said. "I thought I'd make up some
pretext about insomnia and hope you offered to show me the
modifications you've made to the plasma regulators."

"Ingenious," B'Elanna sighed. She ran her hand up the inside
of her thigh, slowly... so very slowly. Her voice, when it
came to her, was low... deep and throaty. Hardly above a
whisper. "Then what?"

An uneasy pause. "B'Elanna, are you... ?"

"Uh-huh," B'Elanna whispered. "Are you...?"

"I am now," Kathryn replied hoarsely.

B'Elanna stroked her thigh lazily. "What would you do next,
Kathryn... no wait. Tell me something, do you have anything
on underneath that bathrobe?"

"No," Kathryn whispered. "Not a thing."

B'Elanna sighed contentedly. It was a lie... at least she
hoped it was! But it was a good lie, and it didn't take much
effort on her part to believe it. "Good... that makes it so
much easier. Now tell me, Kathryn... what would you do to me
once you got me on the landing in main engineering?"

Kathryn paused again, and from the soft sounds that filtered
over the comm channel B'Elanna knew Kathryn had found
herself and was teasing her damp mound playfully. She could
picture it... so lovely... so very lovely, all red and
tender... and wet... so damned wet. "Well... first I'd open
my robe, just a bit... letting you get a good look at my
naked body. I want you so much, B'Elanna. Oooh... I'm so wet
for you... my nipples are standing at attention for you."

B'Elanna giggled softly. "Standing at attention... you are
wicked. I do love your body, though. You are so beautiful
Kathryn. I want to touch you all over. I want to smother
your body in hot, wet kisses..."

"In time, love," Kathryn scolded. "I'm in control here."

"Yes, ma'am, " B'Elanna sighed. She unsnapped her trousers,
giving herself plenty of room to ease her hand down the
front of her now soaked panties. She teased the crotch the
way Kathryn would... rubbing herself through the wet fabric.
"Okay... you're in control. What would you do next?"

Kathryn breathed in sharply and exhaled. "I'd push you back
against the wall and kiss you, chewing on your lower lip the
way that you like. My hands would be all over you, of
course. Groping your breasts... squeezing that rear end of
yours that I so love admiring. You do know I'm absolutely
crazy about your ass, don't you, Lieutenant?"

"Yes, ma'am," B'Elanna sighed. She pulled aside the crotch
of her panties and tangled her fingers in her damp pubic
hair, twisting... pulling... it almost felt like Kathryn was
touching her. "I love it when you grab my bottom. More...
tell me more, Kathryn."

Kathryn hiccuped suddenly, and B'Elanna knew from experience
where Kathryn needed to be touched in order to make a sound
like that. Gods! How she wished she could be making Kathryn
*make* that sound!

"Kathryn..." B'Elanna growled. "I'm dying.. please!"

"Yes... " Kathryn whispered. "Yes... lover... I know we
don't have much time... dangerous... so dangerous. Anyone
could catch us up on the landing. I'd feel you up but good,
squeezing your breasts in my hands.. roughly... I know you
like it rough. Not always, but sometimes... hard and fast
and now... don't you?"

"Yes," B'Elanna whimpered. She ran two fingers up and down
the length of her slit, caressing the folds of her sex with
delicate, lazy movements. So good... she needed it so much
and it felt so good...  "But only with you, Kathryn Janeway.
Only you can have me like  that...  only you, darling...
Tell me more... "

"Uh-huh," Kathryn said, her voice garbled from her own
obvious pleasure."I so want to suck on your nipples... take
them into my mouth and play with them... you're so cute,
B'Elanna. Your nipples are the most beautiful sight... erect
or soft, I don't care. And the sounds you make... eek...
eek... they make me crazy! I love to bury my  face between
your breasts and just rub myself against them... but later,
not now... I need you so bad... "

"Then take me, Kathryn!" B'Elanna growled. She increased her
rhythm, stroking herself feverishly... up and down... up and
down...  making tiny circles, patting herself... feeling for
her clit and  rubbing it gently, ever so gently. Just like
Kathryn did.

"B'Elanna," Kathryn mewed. "I... I'd... oh, god! I'd lose
control. I'd grab your trousers and yank them down to your
ankles. I can smell your scent... I can feel your heat...
dear, god! It's been so long... and you smell so good....
and you feel so warm and inviting... I'd finger you to begin
with... two... three... four fingers... my whole hand... I'd
shove my entire hand up your steaming pussy right there on
the engineering platform... like that, lover? Do you like
having my fist up your pussy?"

"Yes!" B'Elanna growled. She slipped three fingers inside
her sopping wet sex, stroking feverishly. The lift quickly
filled with the thick scent of her arousal, almost
overpowering. Gods! It felt like Kathryn was inside her.
"Mmmm... oh... Kathryn... that feels so good.  My god! Don't
ever stop! Don't every stop fucking me... " The old English
word had the desired effect, the sounds of passion coming
over the comm channel increasing in their intensity.

Kathryn shrieked. "Not a chance, baby. Not a chance. I'd
pump my hand in and out of you... god! It's so tight! You
won't let go of me!  I hope I don't get stuck inside you or
we'll have to call sickbay...  "

B'Elanna giggled uncontrollably, even as a sticky film of
pleasure coated her fingers. "Not the image I needed right
now, Kathryn... get on with it! I need to come so bad!
Please.... "

"Yes dear," Kathryn whimpered. "I'd drop to my knees...
still inside you. Forget about mechanics, I can do it...
somehow... no way I'm taking my hand out of your pussy...
not ever. In fact,  I'd shove my hand deeper inside you...
reaching up you as if I could grab your orgasm by the nape
of the neck and drag it out of you! Gods, you smell so good!
I love the way you smell, B'Elanna! So exotic... so
delicious.. I think I need a taste."

"Yes," B'Elanna moaned. She rode her fingers, bucking hard
against them. Thrusting her hips and lifting her ass off the
floor, knees drawn up to her chest... fingers questing, deep
inside...  teasing her clit... so good... so damn good...
god, it felt like  Kathryn! "Lick me Kathryn... lick my
pussy... I want to come all over  you... "

"And I want to drink it up," Kathryn whimpered. "I'd lean
forward... flicking my tongue against your clit. Oh...
B'Elanna...  it's so hard... not like I've ever seen it
before... we need to make  love in engineering more often...
this really gets you off!"

"Uh-*huh*," B'Elanna growled. "Take me, Kathryn... please...
take me... like only you can... please...  " Fingers sliding
in and out easily, her tunnel so wet... dripping... all over
her hands.. all over Kathryn's mouth...

"I think I will," Kathryn said. "I'd take my hand away... I
need room! Then I'd eat you. I'd lick you  kiss you, suck
you... anything you want... anything. I'd drive my tongue
deep inside you, as far as I can go. Maybe I'll just crawl
up inside you and eat my way out. You are so delicious. I'd
gobble you up... mouthful by mouthful... sucking your clit,
kissing the folds of your pussy... oh, B'Elanna... oh... 
god!!"

B'Elanna banged her head against the wall of the lift,
whimpering as she pumped herself closer and closer. The
clenching in her gut told her she was nearing the point of
no return, and from the short breaths whispered over the
comm channel B'Elanna knew Kathryn was going to jump off
that cliff right along with her. The two of them, hand in
hand, basking in a glow of pleasure as they plummeted to the
rocky shoals below. So good... so wonderful... "Yes...
Kathryn... oh...  god... yes... I'm coming, baby. I'm coming
all over your face... are  you ready for me? 'Cause it's hot
and wet and going to cover you from  head to toe... "

"B'Elanna, really... " Kathryn laughed. It wasn't an
ordinary laugh. It was the laugh of a woman fingering
herself to orgasm in a turbolift. B'Elanna recognized the
sound... she was laughing in the same way.

"Yes..." B'Elanna growled. "Oh yes... Kathryn... yes.. I
love you, Kathryn...  I love you... oh gods!!!" Her eyes
snapped shut and her head flew back as the firm grasp of
orgasm took hold of her body and shook it. B'Elanna cried
out... hearing Kathryn cry out at that very moment.
Kathryn's voice sounded tinny and small over the comm
channel, but the sound of her pleasure was unmistakable.
B'Elanna smiled... she couldn't help it, grinning from ear
to ear as she stroked and fingered herself to the blessed
relief she had needed so badly. One thrust after another,
Kathryn's touch... her touch.. it didn't matter... they were
one, coming together... panting and gasping and spinning out
of control until their voices cried out one last time.

The silence that followed wasn't actually silent... the
lift, stuck on idle, still hummed, intermixed with the sound
of labored breathing as both B'Elanna and - though from a
distance - Kathryn struggled to calm themselves. The quiet
stretched on and on...

"Then..." Kathryn managed to gasp. "I'd just leave you
there, pants around your ankles. I hope someone finds you
that way... all wet, your pussy exposed for all to see. That
smile on your face that says you've been fucked thoroughly
by the captain."

B'Elanna laughed tiredly. "You are a witch, Kathryn Janeway.
You should live in a gingerbread house and cast spells over
a black cauldron."

"And you love me for it," Kathryn sighed.

"More than words can describe," B'Elanna sighed. "God... I
can't wait until we're together in our quarters... face to
face. The things I'm going to do to you... "

"Oh?" Kathryn asked quietly. "And exactly what *are* you
going to do when you see me?"

B'Elanna smiled, leaning back and closing her eyes... a
slick hand falling into her lap, easily finding its target.
"Well... first, I'd pull you into my arms and kiss you,
letting my hands slide down to massage your bottom. You're
not the only one who loves the feel of a good ass, you know.
Then I'd...  "

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