The BLTS Archive - Close Encounter
by RvrendJim (rvrendjim@aol.com)

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This story contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between
two  women. If you are under eighteen, easily offended, homophobic,
pea brained, or otherwise hung up, seek out thy entertainment
elsewhere cause this just ain't your bag. Star Trek and related
characters are the property of the Paramount/Viacom megabeast.

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"Damn it, " Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres growled. Her hands glided
effortlessly across the main engineering console as she tried to
confirm what the first  diagnostic - and her own intuition - had
already told her. It took a few seconds for the computer to respond
to her demands, but when it did her mood only soured.

She tapped her commbadge. "Torres to bridge."

"Captain, it looks like we may have a problem with one of the power
nodes between decks nine and ten. I'm going to have to take a look
for myself just to make sure."

"Should I be worried?" Janeway asked.

"Not yet," B'Elanna told her.

There was a moment of silence, then, "Keep me apprised. Janeway out."

B'Elanna hastily gathered a few diagnostic tools and put them in a
carrying case, snapping it shut. She had a million and one things to
do all ready, and the last thing she needed was an unexpected
problem... particularly one involving the ship's power systems.

If she were the chief engineer about a starship back in the Alpha
Quadrant, where the nearest starbase was - at most - a few days travel
away at maximum warp, this wouldn't even be a concern. But Voyager
was alone in the Delta  Quadrant, with limited resources and few
allies. Every drop of energy was like a bar of gold pressed latinum
to a Ferengi - something not to be squandered.

With that thought clearly in mind, B'Elanna headed for the nearest
access hatch.

"Do you require assistance, Lieutenant?"

B'Elanna stopped, turned, her Klingon heart sinking as Seven of Nine
cautiously approached her. She was dressed in a brown outfit today,
instead of the metallic silver jumpsuit she usually wore, her
curvaceous figure straining against the fabric, demanding release.
Everything about her made B'Elanna furious, and she wasn't quite sure
why.

"No," B'Elanna said, biting back the venomous rage just the sight of
the Borg drone stirred within her. "I think I can handle this one all
by myself."

"I did not meant to suggest otherwise, " Seven replied. "However, on
the Borg ship problems such as this often arose. I may be able to
offer... a different perspective."

B'Elanna forced a grin. "I'm sure you can. But this particular power
node is situated between decks. We have to climb through a Jeffries
tube in order to get to it."

"That is not a problem, " Seven countered. "While this human body
is... frail by Borg standards, I believe I am in sufficient physical
shape to- "

"Look," B'Elanna said, cutting her off with an upraised hand. She
could feel her anger rising and it took all the restraint she could
muster not to tear the other woman's head off. "I'm trying to be
polite, here, but the thing  is... I don't want you to help me. I
don't want you around me. Get it?"

Seven of Nine considered that for a moment, her face not betraying so
much as a hint of emotion. "On several occasions, Captain Janeway has
expressed her desire for me to... interact with the crew. I believe
this is an excellent opportunity. Perhaps I should take it up with
her."

B'Elanna glared at her. "Don't you even think of going over my head,
sweetheart."

"Is that an attempt at intimidation?"

B'Elanna found herself laughing. She couldn't help it. The blond
haired woman's response was so nonplused that any other reaction on
*her* part would have seemed frivolous, if not bully-ish. "Yes, it
was. Guess it didn't work  though, did it?"

"It was... admirable," Seven replied.

"Better than nothing, I suppose."

"Then I may accompany you?"

"Sure," B'Elanna sighed tiredly. Her anger toward Seven of Nine
didn't seem nearly as justified as it had a moment ago, though
B'Elanna wasn't exactly sure why that was or why the thought of
having this woman accompany her no longer seemed like the worst of
all possible ideas. Besides, better to acquiesce now that waste
another second on a pointless debate she probably had no chance of
winning anyway.

B'Elanna gestured for Seven to lead the way. "Please... after you."

"As you wish," Seven nodded. She started away and B'Elanna followed
her, through the access hatch and up the ladder that led to the power
node several decks up. It was a long climb, and even though B'Elanna
was in excellent physical shape she began to feel the effects after
only a few minutes. Sweat beaded across her ridged forehead and her
breath grew ragged with every rung they passed. She looked up, her
gaze falling on Seven of Nine's wiggling backside just a few inches
in front of her face. The sight of that well shaped bottom made
B'Elanna sweat even more; the sudden heat in her cheeks was in no way
related to the cramped confines of the crawlspace.

"I think we're almost there, " B'Elanna said.

"Yes," Seven of Nine agreed. B'Elanna heard the strain in Seven's
voice and took comfort from it. Despite all her bluster moments
before, the former Borg  drone was also succumbing to the rigorous
climb.

Seven abruptly stopped and it was all B'Elanna could manage not to
slam face first into the other woman's ass. She looked up to find
Seven stepping onto the small landing where the power node was
located. By the time B'Elanna moved to join her, Seven already had a
panel removed from the wall and was inspecting the twisted innards of
the power conduit.

"Something is not right, " Seven said matter-of-factly.

B'Elanna quickly palmed a tricorder. As she studied the readings a
frown began to tug at the corners of her mouth. "I don't like this.
Energy levels are all over the place. Looks like a problem with the
flow regulator. Maybe if we adjust- "

Suddenly, Seven of Nine was grabbing at her arm, pulling her away with
a strength that the Klingon couldn't help but admire, if only for a
brief  moment. "B'Elanna... no, don't!!!"

The power conduit ruptured, hurling them backwards amidst a flash of
intense white light, and the next thing B'Elanna knew she was
falling. Cold air whipped past her ears; it was almost deafening. A
sound that might very well have been her own screaming echoed around
her, and just when B'Elanna Torres resigned herself to the fact that
she was going to die the minute she hit the bottom of the Jeffries
tube... everything... suddenly stopped.

Her body jerked to a halt and B'Elanna groaned in protest. She tried
to move and then, finding that moving her body was an impossibility,
clenched and unclenched her fists as if to reassure herself that she
was still alive. She felt an incredible weight against her, pinning
her to the wall. She opened her eyes... and found herself staring
directly into Seven's eyes. They were face to face, so close that the
tips of their noses were practically touching, their bodies wedged
into the narrow tube.

"Great," B'Elanna said. "Just great."

"We must extricate ourselves from this situation at once," Seven
cried.

"No argument here," B'Elanna said. She tried to reach for her
commbadge, which proved useless. Her shoulders were pinned down by
the other woman's body weight. She drew in a heavy breath and sighed.
"I... I can't reach my  commbadge. I don't think you can reach yours,
either. Maybe if you lean into me."

Seven nodded, understanding what she had to do. "I will try." She
arched her back, and B'Elanna closed her eyes tight as Seven's ample
bosom pressed into her own. The Borg/human wriggled her body, trying
to gain leverage, grinding her body against B'Elanna's. After several
attempts B'Elanna heard the familiar chirp of an open comm channel.

"Torres to bridge, " she said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

"Janeway here. B'Elanna, are you alright? Sensors detected some kind
of energy burst near deck ten.

"Yes, Captain," B'Elanna said. "The conduit ruptured. I'll repair it
as soon as I can, but right now I have a more, heh, pressing problem.
Seven and I are... well, we're sort of wedged into the Jeffries tube.
We can't move."

There was a long silence, and B'Elanna would have wagered all her
replicator rations that the muffled sound filtering through her
commbadge was a burst of laughter from a certain helmsman.

"Understood," Janeway said. "Stand by for site to site transport."

"Captain," the unmistakable voice of Lieutenant Tuvok cut in over the
comm  channel. "The ruptured conduit has disabled the transporters. It
will take some time to get them back on-line."

Another moment of silence.

"Just hold tight, B'Elanna. We'll get you out of there as soon as
possible"

B'Elanna sighed. "S'okay, Captain. I'm not going anywhere. Torres
out." The comm channel chirped off. B'Elanna turned her head
sideways, feeling Seven's  hot breath against her cheek. The anger she
thought had subsided came back to her, reaping vengeance.

"You blame me for this predicament," Seven observed.

"Well, of course I blame you!" B'Elanna cried. Her voice resonated
through the Jeffries tube, reverberating her already flaring
hostility. "If you would have let me handle this myself, we wouldn't
be stuck here!"

"I was only trying to help," Seven snapped.

"Look," B'Elanna said, huffing angrily. "Captain Janeway will get the
transporters on-line in a few minutes. Let's just not say any more to
each other and call it a day. Deal, Ms. Borg?" She closed her eyes
tight, fighting back the rage coursing through her veins. This
couldn't be happening, she told herself. It just couldn't be
happening. She told herself this over and over, as if by doing so she
would suddenly wake up in her quarters to find it was all a dream.

Or... a nightmare.

The minutes passed. B'Elanna counted each and every one of them, just
to have something to do. The silence in the Jeffries tube was almost
unbearable, and just when she thought she couldn't take any more
Seven decided to break the silence.

"Your initial assumptions about me are no longer accurate."

B'Elanna sighed wearily. "What are you talking about?"

"The Borg have assimilated millions," Seven continued, "and you
believe that I have no feelings of remorse about that. In the
beginning, this was certainly true. As a Borg drone I did not have
any feelings of remorse... I had no feelings at all. But since I have
been disconnected from the collective, I have... I have... I can
recall how each individual felt at the moment they  were assimilated.
They were... terrified. Even though the Borg were only trying to
bring order to their chaotic lives, they felt a sense of intrusion.
These feelings are most... unsettling."

B'Elanna gasped, startled by the sudden admission. She turned to face
Seven, looking deep into the other woman's eyes, searching, questing,
trying desperately to look past the Borg she was in hopes of finding
the woman she was becoming. What she found surprised her...  perhaps
even scared her. Time came to a halt. B'Elanna was aware of nothing
else but Seven of Nine, the feel of that body pressing against her own
and the feelings of longing it stirred within her.

B'Elanna gave a hitched breath, struggling in vain to still her
quivering lips. "Y-You called me B'Elanna, " she said. "Before the
conduit ruptured."

"That is your designation," Seven said, her own breathing uneven.

"Yes," B'Elanna said. "But you always me call me 'lieutenant'. Why
the sudden informality?"

Seven nearly blushed."I was merely reacting to the urgency of the
situation."

"Is that all?" B'Elanna asked.

"Should there be more?"

"You tell me," B'Elanna said.

"This waiting is pointless," Seven complained. "Since it is obvious
the captain is unable to get us out of here, we should attempt to get
out of this ourselves. Perhaps if we turn our bodies at the same- "

B'Elanna silenced her with a kiss, devouring her lips with a ravenous
hunger. Seven went rigid for the briefest of moments, then relaxed,
giving into the passion, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
B'Elanna felt the other woman's mouth open under hers and the kiss
deepened. She eased her tongue across Seven's lush lips, tasting her
sweetness and finding it utterly delicious. Seven responded in kind,
her tongue meeting B'Elanna's halfway, and the jolt that the meeting
of their tongues caused rocked both women to their core.

B'Elanna pulled back slightly, gasping for air. She stared intently
into Seven's eyes, searching for a response to the intimacy she had
just initiated. Seven answered by dropping her head against B'Elanna
shoulder, soft lips nipping at B'Elanna's neck through her
purple-gray turtle neck, pulling it down with her teeth to expose
bare skin for her to kiss.

"Ohhhh," B'Elanna moaned, throwing her head back to give Seven more
room to work. She tried moving her hands in search of something
- anything - she could fondle and caress. The need to feel Seven's
bodyoverwhelmed her. Nothing else mattered. She wanted to touch her
all over, feel her bare skin against her own. By shifting her body
weight slightly, B'Elanna found she could drive her knee into Seven's
crotch... so she did, hard. Seven moaned loudly, almost a  cry, then
returned her attentions to B'Elanna's neck with even more enthusiasm
than before. She began lapping at B'Elanna's neck like a kitten,
alternating between licks and kisses.

"Gods!" B'Elanna murmured. The ache between her legs grew with every
touch of the other woman's lips against her skin. She arched her
back, pushing her breasts into Seven's chest, the feel of Seven
mashing against her sending sparks through her body. If only she
could have the use of her hands! She struggled to free them, needing
more than ever to massage that luscious rear  end she'd eyed so keenly
on the climb up. Struggling, B'Elanna managed to inch her right hand
upwards just enough to cup one of Seven's breasts and massage it,
dexterous fingers teasing the nipple until she felt it stiffen
underneath the tight fabric of seven's jumpsuit.

Seven gasped sharply, her own hands on the move. She found the
waistband of B'Elanna's trousers and slipped her hand inside.
B'Elanna sucked in a sharp breath, feeling Seven's hand gently graze
the front of her panties.

"Yes," B'Elanna breathed heavily. "Oh... yes... God, I need you
inside me now! Touch me, Seven. Please... "

Seven pulled aside the crotch of B'Elanna's panties, probing fingers
finding her slit with remarkable accuracy. B'Elanna growled with
arousal, rolling her head back as Seven began to pump her fingers in
and of the Klingon's hot, slick sex.

"That's it..." B'Elanna rasped. "Ohhh yyyyeeeessss... " She grunted
feverishly, wishing to all she held sacred that she could return the
favor and give Seven as much pleasure as Seven was giving her. She
drew her knee upwards again, applying as much pressure as she could,
grinding it into Seven's crotch as Seven continued to thrust fingers
in and out of her at a blazing pace.

"B'Elanna... " Seven managed to gasp. "That feels so good...
harder... "

"I'm sorry... I can't... ohhh... God! Yes!" Seven had found her
engorged clit and was stroking it without mercy, rolling it between
her fingers and squeezing, gently at first, then harder, much harder,
until B'Elanna was crying out... no words, just sounds, deep,
soulful, ear shattering cries that refused to subside. Her body
wanted to buck and thrash about, but their tight confinement wouldn't
permit it. Denied any other means of egress, the pent-up energy found
its release through the most intense orgasm B'Elanna Torres had ever
known. Her head filled with light, blinding her. She felt dizzy...
her mind was spinning, she was out of  control... gasping, crying,
gasping again until her body went slack and her head fell forward,
and then Seven was kissing the back of her neck and whispering
incoherent mumblings into her ear as the minutes ticked away into
oblivion.

"Janeway to Torres."

B'Elanna didn't even bother to lift her head from Seven's soft
shoulder. "Go ahead, Captain."

"We're ready to attempt site to site transport. Stand by."

B'Elanna laughed into Seven's ear. "Her timing is impeccable, isn't
it?"

"Most definitely," Seven replied.

"You know," B'Elanna said. "The captain will probably want a full
report. Maybe you should come by my quarters later so we can... get
our facts straight."

"I think that would beneficial." Seven smiled.

"Oh, I think so too," B'Elanna laughed. She found Seven's lips again
and ravished them wholly, pulling away only when she felt the grip of
the transporter beam take hold of her. As their cramped confines
disappeared in a swirl of color and light, B'Elanna sought out
Seven's gaze and held it, refusing to let go, a look that spoke a
silent promise of things to come.

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The End