The BLTS Archive - Hide And Seek by RvrendJim (rvrendjim@aol.com) -- 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 juggernaut. --- The turbolift doors closed with a sigh and Kathryn Janeway sighed right along with them, feeling a weight lifted from her shoulders just knowing she was cut off from the bridge and all the problems on it. It had just been on of those days. The trouble had started early... an argument with B'Elanna during breakfast. It was nothing serious. Neither epithet nor object had been hurled in anger. It was the kind of argument that can only happen between lovers, the kind that is easily forgiven with a simple glance, a gentle kiss, silently taking the other's hand and holding it. But duty had kept her away from B'Elanna all day. Kathryn smirked at the irony. As captain and chief engineer, they would never argue about such personal matters. It was precisely because they were lovers... because they knew each other so intimately... that such arguments could arise. Yet their positions on board kept them from finding any resolution to their dilemma. One problem after another had surfaced, matters that, on any other day, might have seemed trivial. But Kathryn felt swamped, trapped. She couldn't even find a moment to sneak into her ready-room just to get in touch with B'Elanna, see her face on a viewscreen, hear her voice over the comm systems. She'd tried desperately to think of a reason -any reason- to ask B'Elanna to the bridge, knowing that if they could just make eye contact it would be enough to bring closure. Only no such opportunity presented itself, and twelve hours without seeing her lover had seemed like a lifetime. In a way, Kathryn could draw a certain amount of comfort from the discombobulated state a few hours away from B'Elanna had left her in. It spoke volumes about how much they truly needed each other. Yet another touch of irony, Kathryn mused. The need to bring closure to an unresolved argument said more about how much they loved each other than any romantic words or loving caresses ever could. The lift jerked to a halt, jerking Kathryn out of her reverie in the process. Drawing a calming breath, she tugged her uniform into place and started out. Kathryn made her way down the corridor, feeling the bounce returning to her step as she approached the door to B'Elanna's cabin. B'Elanna, of course, would be expecting her. Kathryn could almost see the apologetic look in B'Elanna's fathomless eyes. They would stare at each a moment, not saying a word, then she would scoop B'Elanna into her arms and kiss the ridges on her forehead. Clothes would quickly be discarded and all would be forgiven as they pleasured each other long into the night. It had been a long day and she had survived; now it was kiss and make up time. Kathryn stopped in mid stride. There in the middle of the corridor... just outside B'Elanna's cabin... on the floor... were a pair of fiery red panties. A pair of red panties Kathryn knew well. She stood there rather stupidly for a long moment, jaw gaping open, and just stared. She blinked twice, thinking perhaps it might just be a figment of her imagination... lust running rampant, playing tricks on her mind. The panties were still there. Kathryn lunged forward, scooping them into her hand. She looked to see if anyone was around then brought them to her nose. She inhaled deeply, feeling light headed as a familiar musk invaded her senses. The Klingon scent made her weak in the knees, immediately conjuring up images of her lover naked, growling with pleasure. Kathryn could almost taste B'Elanna on her lips, that powerful, intoxicating tang that she never seemed to get enough of... she could spend hours with her face between B'Elanna's legs, slurping up every last drop of sweetness that oozed like honey from her lover's beautiful sex. Kathryn quickly got a hold of herself. The last thing she needed today was for a member of the crew to walk by and catch her with her nose buried in the crotch of B'Elanna's panties. She hastily balled the panties into her fist and tapped her commbadge. "Computer, " Kathryn said. "Locate B'Elanna Torres." "Unable to comply, " the computer told her. "Internal sensors are off line for maintenance." "On whose authority?" Kathryn snapped. The question popped out on its own accord. She knew damn well who was responsible. "Chief Engineer B'Elanna Torres," the computer replied. "All right,pet, " Kathryn muttered, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. "What are you up to?" She started down the corridor, taking one tentative step after another. A few meters later the corridor forked in two different directions. Kathryn looked left and right, nervously crumpling the pair of panties in her hand. B'Elanna obviously wanted to be found... she wouldn't make it *that* difficult. Or would she? Kathryn narrowed her eyes, scanning each corridor. Something caught her attention... a flash of red to her left. She hastened her pace, all but dashing down the corridor to find a red brassiere lying on the floor. Kathryn quickly snatched it up. Like the panties, the brassiere was a familiar sight. She'd seen B'Elanna wearing them both many, many times, and it always excited her... the way she filled them it out, the way she would slowly unfasten her bra to expose her firm breasts, or the way she seductively rolled the panties over her hips to reveal that inviting patch of neatly trimmed dark hair. "Where are you?" Kathryn growled. She looked around, eyes darting up and down the corridor. Her frustration mounting, Kathryn turned to walk away when she noticed a red mark on the door across the corridor. It was nothing out of the ordinary... a simple designation used on all Starfleet vessels. But given the previous two clues -and knowing B'Elanna like she did- it was more than a coincidence. Kathryn keyed in her security code and the door slid open to reveal a small alcove. It was nothing more than a way to access the myriad of Jefferies tubes that wormed their way through the insides of the ship. This particular junction only went one way... up. She started up the ladder, gripping each rung with lingerie filled hands. It only took a couple of minutes before the first beads of sweat formed on her brow. After five minutes she was sweating profusely, vision blurred and heart pounding. It was madness! She should have been wrapped in B'Elanna's arms by now, not climbing her way through Voyager's innards! A closed access panel impeded any further progress. Kathryn breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for any excuse to stop for a moment. She looked up and noticed a red mark on the access panel. Kathryn found the controls to release the locking mechanism and the access panel sighed open. She crawled through and pulled herself to her feet. Kathryn found herself standing in one of several junctions that could be found throughout the ship. They served a variety of purposes... access to power conduits, plasma relays. There was nothing unusual about it, yet Kathryn doubted that the engineers who had designed Voyager had its current purpose in mind. B'Elanna was lying on the floor, naked, lazily playing with the folds of her womanhood. Kathryn watched her, entranced, heart beating faster and faster as she watched B'Elanna stroke herself. "It's about time, " B'Elanna smiled. "I was about to start without you." Kathryn grunted. "Looks like you did." "This?" B'Elanna said coyly. She gingerly inserted a finger inside herself. "This is just a warm up." She brought her finger to her lips and licked it clean. "B'Elanna Torres, " Kathryn exclaimed. "Are you out of your Klingon mind? Suppose someone else had found your panties in the middle of the corridor?" B'Elanna smiled. "Then I guess they would have won the game... and collected their prize." "Really, " Kathryn replied, lifting her eyebrows thoughtfully. "And what might that be? B'Elanna found her way onto her hands and knees and slowly crawled toward Kathryn's feet. She arched her back, rubbing up against Kathryn's leg like a lost and lonely kitten. Kathryn laughed. "B'Elanna, what are you doing?" "Being playful, " B'Elanna purred. She nuzzled her nose into Kathryn's crotch. "I like it when you're playful, " Kathryn said hoarsely. She took a step back, watching B'Elanna's eyes go wide in hunger as she quickly got undressed. When she was finally standing there completely naked, she beckoned her lover closer with a crooked finger. B'Elanna eagerly obeyed, crawling toward her once again, looking up with desirous eyes that said more than words ever could. Kathryn thrust herself forward, driving her sex against B'Elanna's face. B'Elanna flicked her tongue wildly, hitting Kathryn's clit, gobbling up everything she could sink her teeth into. "Oh Gods... " Kathryn gasped, rolling her hips, driving herself harder and faster against B'Elanna's mouth. B'Elanna bent her head down slightly, rubbing the ridges of her forehead against the folds of Kathryn's sex. "B'Elanna!" Kathryn squealed. B'Elanna kept it up and Kathryn whimpered her pleasure, the new and wonderful sensations turning her insides to jelly. She grabbed B'Elanna's head and pulled her close, thrusting at the same time, rubbing her sex up and down those glorious Klingon ridges. The tension of a long day was completely swept away, replaced by a very different kind of tension... the tension of her muscles contracting as she splashed one orgasm after another all over her lover's face. B'Elanna fell forward, still on her knees, pressing her face against the cold, metallic floor so that her backside jutted into the air. Kathryn quickly circled around to stand behind her, admiring the view, wondering which part of her lover she wanted to ravish first. Kneeling behind her, Kathryn began a thorough exploration of B'Elanna's sex with her tongue. B'Elanna mewed softly, wriggling her hips. Kathryn swatted her hard on the ass. "Stop moving, love, " Kathryn scolded. "I lost my place." "Yes, ma'am, " B'Elanna sighed dreamily. Kathryn smiled, delving into her work. She licked up and down the length of the Klingon's sex with broad swipes of her tongue, reaching underneath to roll B'Elanna's clit between her fingers. B'Elanna gasped sharply, breathing hard against the deck as Kathryn continued without mercy. "Kathrynnnnn...." B'Elanna shrieked. Knowing it wouldn't be much longer now, Kathryn upped the ante. She casually slipped her thumb between the puffy red lips of B'Elanna's sex, still using her fingers to massage her clit. She turned her oral attentions to the puckered anus so invitingly opened in front of her, swirling her tongue around then inside the tight opening. B'Elanna bucked against her, arching her back convulsively, crying and moaning until her body exploded with an intense Klingon orgasm. B'Elanna collapsed into a heap on the floor, exhausted and well sated. Kathryn moved to lay beside her and B'Elanna welcomed her with open arms. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" Kathryn asked. "Yes, " B'Elanna said. "But I never get tired of hearing it." Kathryn smiled. "Good, because I will never get tired of saying it, and I will always... always mean it." She bent down to capture B'Elanna's mouth with her own, devouring her lover's lips and offering her own as a sacrifice in the process. "I'm glad you found me, " B'Elanna gasped between kisses. Kathryn smiled. "Mmmm... so am I." She moved to suckle B'Elanna's breast. "Ohhh.... Kathryn.... " B'Elanna sighed. "I am really glad you found me!" --- The End