The BLTS Archive - En Passant
by RvrendJim (rvrendjim@aol.com)

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Star Trek and related characters are the property of the
Paramount/Viacom  megabeast. This story takes place right before
Voyager's premiere episode, "Caretaker".

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A halo of blue-green smoke hovered over the tavern and its patrons, a
motley group of low-lifes representing the worst the Alpha Quadrant
had to offer - cutthroats, smugglers, arms dealers... all looked
right at home in the murky darkness. The room smelled of ale and body
odor, an oppressive stench that could be smelled at the end of the
street when the wind was blowing just right. B'Elanna Torres choked
back a wave of nausea as she entered the establishment, narrowed eyes
scanning the room for a  familiar face and not finding one.

It was just like Chakotay to keep her waiting.

She made her way to the bar and found a vacant stool, keenly aware of
the  leering gazes aimed in her direction. The Bolian bartender set a
glass of ale down in front of her without being asked and she took it
a like manner, sampling its contents and nodding in grudging
approval.

"Looking for someone?"

B'Elanna looked up. Sitting a few stools down the bar was a dark
haired Bajoran woman, long black hair swept to one side to show off
the silver chain that dangled from her ear. Her eyes sparkled, either
from too much ale or a well kept secret hidden much too long. She
took a sip of her own ale and looked expectantly in her direction.

"More like waiting for someone," B'Elanna said crisply.

"Oh." The Bajoran woman considered the contents of her stein, then
smiled. "Mind if I wait with you?"

B'Elanna stared at her, appraising. The Bajoran was dressed in a baggy
light blue tunic and black trousers, though her sallow cheeks and
lithe hands suggested a muscular frame underneath her loose fitting
clothes. But what B'Elanna noticed most was her smile... that smile!
Gods, B'Elanna thought. How could anyone have a smile like that in a
place like this?

"Sure," B'Elanna said. She took another sip of ale, watching out of
the corner of her eye as the dark haired Bajoran moved to sit next to
her. B'Elanna was immediately aware of her... her smell, her
presence, the searing heat that radiated from her being. The only
Bajoran she knew really was Seska, but her shipmate and fellow Maquis
was nothing like the gorgeous creature now beside her.

"I'm Ro Laren," the Bajoran said.

"B'Elanna Torres."

"You come here often, B'Elanna?" Ro smiled.

B'Elanna laughed into her drink. "Do you know how many times I've
heard that line?"

"No," Ro said, suddenly the picture of seriousness. Her eyes lost
some of their luster and her words, when then came again, were cold
and deliberate. "I'm asking you... do you come here often? Because,
if you do, then you should know better than to come alone."

B'Elanna's heart sank. She was flustered and not sure how to respond
to that. It certainly wasn't what she had expected to hear. "I-
that, is I didn't-  Wait... aren't you here alone?"

"Not exactly," Ro Laren said. Her grim look slowly melted away and
the smile B'Elanna had found so inviting returned. "But... I'm not
exactly *with* someone, either, if you know what I mean."

"Oh," B'Elanna said. She offered her own smile in return. "Good."

The Bajoran laughed. "So, what brings you to Gallas Prime?"

"Business," B'Elanna said cautiously. A tickle of apprehension crept
up her back and she chased it away with a large swig of ale. It was
just a question... a reasonable one. No need to kill her just yet.

"What kind of business?" Ro asked.

B'Elanna looked up, her displeasure at this turn in the conversation
evident by her hardened scowl. "I'd rather not discuss it, if you
don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," Ro shrugged. "Must be pretty dangerous work if it
would bring you to a place like this."

B'Elanna fixed her companion with an expectant look. "And what exactly
are you doing here?"

"Causing trouble," a warm voice bellowed. B'Elanna felt a hand on her
shoulder and looked up to see the tattooed face of Chakotay as he took
the seat next to her. He smiled apologetically, his affable grin
almost making up for his tardiness. "Sorry I'm late." His gaze
drifted from B'Elanna's evil stare to that of the Bajoran woman
beside her. "Good to see you in one piece, Laren. I hear the
Cardassians put up quite a  fight over the Darius asteroid belt."

Ro smiled. "Nothing I couldn't handle, Chakotay."

"Is there *anything* you can't handle?"

The Bajoran looked at B'Elanna for a long moment, her smile widening.
"I haven't found a challenge yet. I keep looking, though." B'Elanna
returned the smoldering gaze, all but forgetting that there was
anyone else in the room. She tried to speak, but all that escaped her
lips was low grunt of understanding.

"I see you've met my chief engineer," Chakotay said.

Ro lifted her eyebrows in thoughtful surprise. "This is the one you
keep telling me about?"

"You better believe it," Chakotay nodded. "She has the best hands of
any engineer I've ever known."

"That must be a real asset." Ro smiled. She looked over B'Elanna's
shoulder and met Chakotay's impatient gaze. "The Ferengi you wanted
to meet with is sitting at the table in the corner. He's expecting
you."

"Do you trust him?"

"No," Laren said. "But I've dealt with him before. He'll deliver if
you meet his price. Where are you headed this time?"

"We're going to try and make a break for Domar Two, " Chakotay said
gravely. "If we survive, it's the Terikov Belt for repairs."

Ro's expression hardened. "That's Gul Evek's stomping ground. He's
good, you know. Very good."

"I'm not so bad myself," Chakotay laughed. He slapped B'Elanna on the
back. "I'd better not keep our Ferengi friend waiting any longer.
Will you be all right unsupervised, B'Elanna?"

Her Klingon half growled at him.

"I'll keep an eye on her," Ro laughed.

Chakotay pushed himself away from the bar. As he passed by Ro Laren he
stopped to whisper something in her ear. She laughed heartily and
nudged him in the ribs before he disappeared into the crowd.

"Well," Ro said, turning back to B'Elanna. "He's going to be occupied
for some time, if I know that stupid Ferengi's bargaining tactics.
I, uh, have a room upstairs. Would you like to come up for a minute?
It'll certainly be easier for us to talk without having to fight all
this distracting chatter."

B'Elanna downed the rest of her ale in one gulp, then nodded. "I'd
like that."

"Terrific," Ro said.

Her room was small, resembling a broom closet more than anything else.
There was barely enough space for a bed and the small dresser pushed
back against the wall. Ro shrugged indifferently at her surroundings
as B'Elanna sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Home sweet home," Ro said. "I know it isn't much... "

"I like it," B'Elanna said. "Simple... practical."

"I suppose." Ro shrugged. She took a pitcher of water and poured some
into a  basin that rested on top of the dresser, leaning down to
splash water on her face. "I think I got a little too comfortable
while I was serving on the Enterprise."

B'Elanna's eyes went wide in amazement. "You served on the
Enterprise?"

"You don't have to sound *that* shocked," Ro laughed. "But yes, I
did. For nearly two years."

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be," Ro said sharply. "I didn't get there because of my people
skills... it was more because I lacked any."

B'Elanna laughed. "I'm still impressed. That's a damn fine ship.
Given a choice, I'd rather face a Galor-class Cardassian warship than
the Enterprise any day. At least I'd be convinced we had a chance of
victory."

Ro leaned against the dresser. "No... the Enterprise isn't the biggest
threat to our cause. I spent the last year at Starfleet Academy for
Advanced Tactical Training, and I got a look at the new Intrepid-
class starship." She shook her head. "It's equipped with bioneural
circuitry to better navigate plasma storms."

"The Badlands," B'Elanna whispered.

Ro nodded. "Our best line of defense... neutralized. It could mean the
end of the Maquis. Just when I resign my commission..."

"Can you imagine what *we* could do with a ship like that?" B'Elanna
asked. "The war with the Cardassians would be over in a few weeks."

"Maybe we should steal it!" Ro laughed.

B'Elanna chimed in with a gale of laughter all her own. "I'm game. How
hard could it be?"

"I don't think I want to find out just yet." Ro smiled.

"So," B'Elanna said. "*You* were a Starfleet officer."

"Yes, " Ro sighed. "Don't hate me."

B'Elanna smiled wryly. "No chance of that. And besides, I took a shot
at the Academy once. I understand the appeal it has. I almost lasted
two years before I realized just how big a mistake I made."

"Their loss is our gain," Ro said. She sat down next to B'Elanna,
very close, their thighs touching. Once again, the half Klingon was
aware of the other woman's presence. It was more than just the
physical sensation of their bodies brushing up against each other.
She could feel her strength, her purpose.

B'Elanna swallowed hard. The heat that suffused her had nothing to do
with the temperature of the room. Her nostrils flared with arousal as
the other woman's scent invaded her senses. Primal urges coursed
through her mind, making her dizzy with lust. "So... how did Ro Laren
go from a promising career in Starfleet to a dive on Gallas Prime?"

Ro considered her for a thoughtful moment. "Actually, I was on a
mission for Starfleet to infiltrate the Maquis. Damn near carried it
out, too."

"Really? What happened? B'Elanna asked.

Ro shrugged. "Like everything else in life, it came down to a choice.
My heart just wasn't with the Federation in this matter. In the end,
I just couldn't bear the thought of one more little girl watching her
father die at the hands of the Cardassians." She appeared wistful, if
just for a moment, then shook her head as if to clear it. "What
about you? How did a nice girl like you end up with a nasty group like
the Maquis?"

B'Elanna frowned. "I'm not sure. After I left Starfleet Academy, I
guess I was just looking for a fight... any fight. I found one. Or
maybe it found me"

"Either way, we found each other," Ro said. "So it isn't *so* bad, is
it?"

B'Elanna lifted her head to meet the other woman's gaze and, finding
it, held it for the longest time, quickly losing herself in Ro
Laren's dark, fathomless  eyes. She reached out, cupping Ro's chin in
her hand, brushing the other woman's lips with the flat of her thumb.
Ro captured the hand, holding it against her cheek. B'Elanna sucked in
a sharp breath, heart pounding as Ro leaned in and kissed her,
hungrily devouring her lips. B'Elanna returned the kiss without
hesitation, her mouth opening wide to accept a questing tongue. The
feel of the other woman's mouth pressed against  hers made her queasy
and B'Elanna reveled in the sensation, greedily demanding more until
the need for air forced them apart.

"B'Elanna," Ro whispered.

The Klingon smiled. "I've wanted you to kiss me like that since I saw
you sitting at the bar."

"Then why in the name of the Prophets have we been wasting so much
time?" Ro demanded.

"I don't know," B'Elanna grinned. "But let's not waste another
second." She found Ro's lips again, kissing her soundly as anxious
hands fumbled with the buttons of the other woman's blouse. She
pushed aside the loose fitting tunic and cupped a breast, making the
Bajoran moan with pleasure. B'Elanna continued to feast on Ro's lush
mouth while lovingly caressing the ample flesh of her new lover's
bosom, eliciting even more whimpers that made B'Elanna tingle all
over. She made her way down Ro's neck, kissing and nipping the soft,
sweet flesh, slowly but determinedly making her way downward. Ro
wriggled in delight, crying out as B'Elanna seized a nipple between
her lips and sucked it to straining erection.

"That's it... B'Elanna... yes... "

B'Elanna was meticulous in her efforts, making sure each breast got
the attention the glorious mounds so richly deserved. She moved from
one to the other, kissing and caressing each one in turn, devouring
the flesh in large mouthfuls until Ro Laren was begging for an end to
the aching madness between her legs.

"Please... " Ro hissed. "I need you inside me... now... "

B'Elanna pulled back, growling with pained hunger as they raced to get
undressed. It seemed like forever before they were naked and kissing
again. Ro scooted back to lie flat on the bed and B'Elanna quickly
pounced on top of her, bending down to kiss trembling lips as she
drove her knee hard into her new lover's dripping wet crotch.

"Yes!" Ro cried. "That's it's, baby. Yes... "

The feel of Ro's wetness against her leg was driving B'Elanna crazy!
She quickened her pace, grinding her knee between the other woman's
legs. The sounds of Ro's pleasure were lost as B'Elanna devoured her
mouth. Fingers raked her back and B'Elanna roared in impassioned
fury, hips bucking of their own volition as the ache between her own
legs threaten to overwhelm. She began the long trip down Ro's body,
kissing and biting and licking the sweaty flesh, grunting like a targ
in heat as she laid a trail of Klingon spittle across her lover's
bare skin. Ro fidgeted restlessly underneath her, hands groping
B'Elanna's bottom in search of the puckered opening of her anus.
B'Elanna shrieked when Ro at last  found it and inserted a wiggling
finger, teasing, just teasing, but sending  B'Elanna into a frenzy
nevertheless. She crawled her way down to the edge of  the bed and
dropped to knees. Ro opened herself invitingly and B'Elanna eagerly
accepted, plunging in with a voracious tongue.

"Gods!" Ro screamed. She pounded her fists against the mattress,
tossing her head from side to side as B'Elanna nosily lapped at the
folds of her sex. B'Elanna worked her way up and down the length of
Ro's slit, a glutton for the Bajoran honey she discovered there. She
easily slid a finger between the puffy  red folds of the netherlips...
working in a second finger...  then a third. She pumped her three
fingers in  and out of the slick tunnel at a feverish pace, bending
down to tease the  Bajoran's enlarged clit with the flick of her
tongue. Ro bucked against her, ass rising off the bed with ever jab
of B'Elanna's tongue and fingers.

"Yes... oooh... ahhh... yeah... oh, God, B'Elanna! I'm going to come
all over your beautiful face!!!!"

B'Elanna whinnied at the prospect, sucking Ro's clit into her mouth
and clamping down hard with just her lips. She rolled the hard nubbin
of flesh in her mouth, stroking it off with her lips. The intense
pressure against her  clitoris was just too much for the Bajoran to
endure. She cried out, an ear splitting caterwaul that seemed to
resonate from the depths of her soul. Her body jerked in violent
spasms, one after another, and B'Elanna had to reach  under and grab
her new lover's legs to keep that delicious pussy in front of  her.
She refused to let up, licking and sucking the sweet and tender flesh
until she could feel the Bajoran juices slapping against her face. She
bent down, driving the ridges of her forehead into Ro's crotch until
Ro came again, ever harder than before.

Even as Ro's body trembled with the last remnants of orgasm, B'Elanna
was making her way up to meet the Bajoran face to face. She quickly
straddled Ro's quivering body, loving the feel of the other woman's
bare skin against her dripping wet sex.

Ro clamped her legs around B'Elanna's mid section, and in a maneuver
that was more befitting hand to hand combat than love making, flipped
B'Elanna onto her side. The Klingon yelped in surprise, barely having
enough time to react before Ro was straddling her, pinning her face
down against the bed. Ro collapsed on top of her, arching her back,
furiously driving her dampened  pubic mound against the rounds of
B'Elanna's ass like a targ in heat.

"Mmm... " B'Elanna purred. "That feels so good... " Ro nuzzled
B'Elanna's back, kissing and licking the rippling shoulder muscles as
she wildly thrust herself against her lover's backside. B'Elanna
moaned in approval and Ro continued, turning to face the foot of the
bed and straddling B'Elanna's hips  again. She bent forward, pressing
her stiffened nipples into B'Elanna's back as she kissed her way
across the rounds of the Klingon's adorable little butt. Using only
the tips of her fingers, Ro spread the ass cheeks wide to expose the
puckering anus concealed within.

"So beautiful, " Ro muttered. She plunged in, swirling her tongue
deep inside the tight opening. B'Elanna snarled with pleasure,
thrusting her hips to drive her ass up into Ro face. Ro responded by
reaching under to find the opening of her Klingon slit with two
fingers and massaging the tender flesh she found there.

"Oh... " B'Elanna gasped. "That's it... do that to me forever... "

Ro signaled her intent by hooking her fingers inside B'Elanna's sex.
B'Elanna cried out, body flopping against the bed as Ro attacked her
without  mercy, teasing and loving every part of her until B'Elanna
thought she was going to explode. The feel of that agile tongue
swirling up her ass and those nimble fingers creeping their way up
her sex was the most amazing sensation she had ever known. She
squealed helplessly, crying... whimpering... demanding the release
that Ro seemed so intent on denying her.

"Please... " B'Elanna begged. "Please... "

"You want to come, don't you?" Ro said playfully.

"Yes!" B'Elanna cried. "Dear god... let me come!"

"Beg me for it," Ro demanded. "Let me hear you beg for it... "

"Please, " B'Elanna whimpered. "Please.. let me come... make me come
hard...  make me come for you... please!!!"

Ro laughed deep in her throat before rubbing her face in the cleft of
B'Elanna's ass cheeks. B'Elanna roared in tempered fury as she was
forced to dance around the edges of blessed relief yet again until
finally, at long last, Ro took pity on her and soothed the aching
need that was her swollen  clit. B'Elanna could feel how large her
clit had become, and when Ro squeezed it between her fingers she was
awash in bright light. It was like staring into a star gone nova. It
blinded her and warmed her and even frightened her. She cried out...
more than cried... screamed, yelled, kicked, and growled, muttering
obscenities and incoherent sounds and Ro's name over and over as the
room spun around her, one dizzying sensation after another, until
after what seemed like an eternity her body went slack against the
mattress.

It took several minutes before B'Elanna could summon up the strength
to crawl into Ro's arms. Her Bajoran lover welcomed her and B'Elanna
eased into the embrace, content to remain there forever, exchanging
gentle caresses with the Bajoran, Ro Laren.

"I wish I didn't have to leave so soon," B'Elanna sighed, finding a
nipple  and tweaking it playfully.

"I know," Ro said. "I wish...  oohh... that feels good... you
didn't...  ahh... ohh, baby... mmmm... I wish you didn't have to leave
either. Oh! How do you *do* that?"

B'Elanna giggled. "Maybe when I get back we could get together?"

"I'd like that," Ro said.

B'Elanna lightly kissed Ro's neck, working her way to kiss the cleft
of her chin, her soft cheek. Ro moaned her approval. B'Elanna quickly
made her way up her jawline and then began licking the ridges across
the bridge of her lover's nose until Ro laughed with deepening
arousal.

"So tell me," B'Elanna said between licks. "What did Chakotay whisper
to you  back at the bar that was so amusing?"

"What?" Ro sighed. "Oohh.... mmmmm.... oh Gods! That feels *really*
good!  He... Ow! Ohh... B'Elanna... yesssss... He said not to wear you
out completely."

B'Elanna laughed. "Did he, now?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Ro purred. She rolled B'Elanna onto her back, kissing her
soundly, and as her roving hands found B'Elanna again, muttered, "But
what the  hell? I was never very good at following orders anyway."

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The End