The BLTS Archive - For Want Of A Nail 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. --- Captain Janeway paced back and forth in her ready room, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, small beads of sweat dotting her forehead as she wondered whether or not a cup of coffee was worth her last replicator ration for the month. It was hardly the most taxing problem she had ever faced while commanding a starship, but the innocuousness of her dilemma was a welcome change from the usual fare of wondering if they would ever get home, praying they didn't encounter the Borg or some other deadly adversary... or dealing with the fact that the woman she loved was slowly drifting out of her life. "Computer, " she said, reaching her decision. "Vienna roast, one sugar, with just a splash of Korvellian heavy cream." She watched with baited breath as a mug of steaming light brown liquid materialized in the replicator slot. She took the cup and inhaled deeply, the intoxicating aroma almost making her forget why she needed the cup of coffee so badly. Kathryn moved to the sofa and sat, crossing her legs in a casual manner that was in stark contrast to the turmoil raging within her. She took a sip of her coffee, sighing contentedly as the familiar flavor singed her palate. For the briefest moment she had no worries, no cares. She was instantly transported to another place, a paradise, a garden spot where everything in the universe unfolded neatly and without complication. Then she thought of B'Elanna and the coldness of reality came crashing down around her, a coldness not even a hot cup of Vienna roast could ward off. A relationship between the captain and a chief engineer was strictly verboten as far as protocol was concerned, and for the first time in her career Kathryn Janeway didn't give a cold, hard damn about Starfleet regulations. She was more in love with B'Elanna than she had ever been with anyone else. The half Klingon was her reason for being, the light in her life... a soul mate, the one person she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. But lately something had changed. Kathryn couldn't quite put her finger on it. B'Elanna was... different, somehow. Removed... detached. There was no one incident that Kathryn could point to in support of her hypothesis, no word spoken that gave a hint that anything was wrong. The lines of communication were open between them, as far as Kathryn knew. Their relationship was common knowledge and accepted by the crew. The sex was as explosive as ever. The thought of B'Elanna seeking comfort elsewhere was unthinkable to begin with, and impractical given the confines of their Delta quadrant exile; on a ship Voyager's size, secrets were not kept very long. Kathryn suspected the crew has known she was sleeping with B'Elanna long before they'd engaged in any public displays of affection. So what was it? Kathryn wondered. She simply couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong and it frightened her to death. The thought of losing B'Elanna made her absolutely queasy. How could she survive without feeling those hands touching her body, those lips pressed against her bosom, that person sharing her life and hopes and fears. How could survive without B'Elanna there to comfort her and reassure her and pleasure her until she was too exhausted to go on? Kathryn needed B'Elanna in a way she had never needed anyone, and it wasn't simply the fact that they were so far from Federation space. B'Elanna complimented her so perfectly. B'Elanna was strong where Kathryn was weak; so sure when Kathryn had doubts. They fed off each other like symbiont and host, neither one able to exist without the other. So why then did she feel that B'Elanna was slipping though her fingers? Kathryn took another sip of coffee, finding surprisingly little comfort or joy in the replicated brew. Things had been going so well for so long that she found herself ill prepared to deal with the prospect of a relationship going sour, if indeed that's what was happening. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with B'Elanna Torres... wanted to *share* the rest of her life with B'Elanna Torres. Didn't B'Elanna understand that? Kathryn perked up slightly. Maybe B'Elanna *didn't* know that. Oh, they had broached the subject many times, speaking in lofty terms about what lay ahead of them whether they got home or not. Yet as cliched as it may be, actions really did speak louder than words; and Klingons were certainly keen on ceremony and ritual. Was that it? Was their relationship at an impasse because she was dragging her heels and postponing the inevitable? "Damn," Kathryn whispered. Could it really be that simple? She took a sip of coffee and considered it a moment longer. She had to make a decision, one more profound than whether or not to destroy an Array or trade classified information for technology that might get them home. This time, reaching a decision was much simpler. She tapped her commbadge. "Janeway to Torres." There was only the briefest of pauses before she got a response. "Go ahead, Captain," B'Elanna's voice answered. "I'd like to see you in my ready-room," Janeway said. "On my way," B'Elanna replied. Kathryn smiled, feeling her mood lifting... whether from her decision or just from hearing B'Elanna's voice, she couldn't be sure. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was everything... the coffee, B'Elanna, the way the stars twinkled outside her window. Suddenly everything felt right, and Kathryn berated herself for not doing this sooner. It seemed like ages before she heard the soft ping of the door chime. "Come," Janeway called. The doors hissed open and B'Elanna strode in, her purposeful gait not revealing anything but decorum. B'Elanna waited for the doors to close behind her before saying a word. "Is this a professional visit... or personal?" B'Elanna smiled. Kathryn lifted her eyebrows thoughtfully. "Computer... secure captain's ready-room, authorization Janeway... tango three seven alpha. Enable." "Personal," B'Elanna laughed. She started to unzip her uniform. "Whoa," Kathryn halted her with an upraised hand. "I appreciate your zeal, B'Elanna. But let's just slow things down a little, okay lover?" "Kathryn," B'Elanna said. "I'm up to my chin in engineering problems. I don't have time for foreplay. I have to admit, I've been thinking about tasting your pussy for the last hour, so if you don't mind...? I'll make it up to you later, I swear." The captain didn't know whether to be outraged by B'Elanna's gutter language, taken aback by her companion's brusque attitude toward love making, or simply shuck her uniform and let B'Elanna eat her until she saw stars. "B'Elanna," Kathryn said finally. "We need to talk." "Oh," B'Elanna said. She looked past Kathryn, her gaze falling on the still steaming cup of coffee sitting on the desk. "You used your last replicator ration on a cup of coffee. This must be serious." "It is," Kathryn said. She motioned to the sofa. "Please.. sit down." B'Elanna fixed her with a look, then did as requested. Kathryn joined her quickly, taking B'Elanna's hands into her own. "B'Elanna... you know how much I love you. But I've realized that sometimes words aren't always enough to convey emotion. I should have figured it out months ago." She stole a calming breath. "B'Elanna... I want you to move in with me. I want to share my home, my bed, and my life with you. I want us to be together." Kathryn searched B'Elanna's eyes for a response. She didn't exactly expect to see her chief engineer doing cartwheels across the ready- room, but she certainly expected some kind of a reaction... positive or negative. Something... anything. B'Elanna sat there indifferently, her rapid breathing the only indication that she was even alive. "B'Elanna," Kathryn began slowly. "I realize this is a major change in our relationship... but it hasn't exactly come out of the blue. We've been building toward this for some time now. Love... tell me what you're thinking." "What I'm thinking," B'Elanna whispered. She stood, moving to look out the viewport, letting her gaze drift across the prismatic streaks of starlight that she found there. Kathryn watched her, feeling her pulse quicken. What had she done? Had she pushed B'Elanna too far? Nothing seemed to make sense. She moved to stand behind B'Elanna, sliding her hands around her lover's slim waist. "Talk to me, " Kathryn whispered. B'Elanna turned, finding Kathryn's gaze and holding it. "I love you so much, Kathryn. I... I do want us to live together. It's just that..." Her voice drifted into stoic silence. "What?" Kathryn prompted. B'Elanna sighed. "Nothing." "Is it another woman?" Kathryn chided. B'Elanna rolled her eyes. "Yes, Kathryn, " she snipped in that sardonic tone she kept in reserve for moments like this. "I've been having an affair with Megan Delaney. After you doze off, I sneak down to hydroponics and take here right there on the seedling trays." "All right, then," Kathryn said. "What is it...?" B'Elanna opened her mouth to speak, then abruptly changed her train of thought. "Nothing... it's nothing. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed. I... came up here expecting to get into your pants." "You may yet," Kathryn smiled. She pulled B'Elanna into her arms and kissed her, slowly at first but quickly building momentum. B'Elanna seemed to hesitate for a moment, then her mouth opened wide in acceptance... then hunger, her darting Klingon tongue finding Kathryn's with a vengeance. Kathryn moaned her approval, her hands searching for the rounds of B'Elanna's ass. "Kathryn..." B'Elanna whispered. Kathryn quickly silenced her with a kiss, devouring her lover's mouth while her hands easily slipped down the back of B'Elanna's trousers. Her fingers crept along the bare skin she found hidden within. She gently parted the firm cheeks, her searching fingers finding their target. Kathryn heard B'Elanna growl in approval, but was totally unprepared for what happened next. First she was aware of a searing pain like she had never known before... then came the tingle of something warm and thick streaming down her face. Kathryn pulled back, gasping, fighting back the shock and horror. She put a hand to her cheek and considered the blood that smeared across her fingers. The same blood now dripping from B'Elanna's teeth. Too stunned for words, Kathryn just stared blankly at her lover. "Damn it," B'Elanna hissed. "I was afraid this was going to happen." She ripped a swatch of fabric from her uniform and placed it against the gaping hole in Kathryn's cheek. Kathryn stood there numbly, removed from herself and indeed the entire situation, watching B'Elanna tend to her wounds as if she was tending another person. "Hold this in place," B'Elanna said. "The pressure should stop the bleeding." Kathryn nodded slowly, getting her wits about her. "Yes, I know. First aid is required study at the Academy." "Right," B'Elanna said. "I almost forgot." Kathryn narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "What do you mean you were afraid this was going to happen?" "I don't want to talk about it," B'Elanna said. Kathryn gave a mirthless chuckle. "I think we have to." "No," B'Elanna snapped, "we don't." She started away. Kathryn grabbed B'Elanna by the shoulders and turned her so that they were facing each other. "B'Elanna.... talk to me! You just tried to bite my face off and I'd like an explanation." B'Elanna sighed wearily, closing her eyes as if by doing so the words would simple come of their own accord... either that or the need for them would disappear entirely. "You... you know how I feel about my Klingon half." "Yes," Kathryn nodded. "Well," B'Elanna said. "Lately I've been having certain Klingon... urges. I've tried to suppress them, but the more in love with you I am the more difficult it is to keep these feelings under control. I think it may in the best interests of both of us if we don't live together. Hell, after today maybe we should just stop seeing each other." "Is that what you really want?" Kathryn asked. B'Elanna shook her head. "No." "Then don't ever suggest it again." Kathryn pulled away the blood soaked bit of B'Elanna's uniform and considered it with childlike fascination. Suddenly things seemed alot clearer... B'Elanna's mood, the growing distance between them. Kathryn had been so concerned about B'Elanna's human needs that she failed to consider that her lover's Klingon needs had to be catered to as well. "You've been holding back... in bed," Kathryn asked softly. "Haven't you?" "Yes," B'Elanna whispered. "I didn't want to hurt you, Kathryn. I'm... disgusted by these Klingon urges. I want to give myself to you completely, totally, without inhibition. I don't want to hold anything back from you... ever. I'm just afraid that once you get a good look at that side of me you won't want me anymore. Or worse... you'll be afraid of me." Kathryn looked into her lover's eyes. "B'Elanna Torres, I don't ever want to hear you say anything remotely along those lines ever again. Do you hear me? I love you... Klingon, human, woman, chief engineer... I love them all. Is that clear?" "Oh God yes," B'Elanna sobbed, falling into Kathryn's embrace. Kathryn kissed her gently on the forehead, cooing soft reassurances in her ear while hands furiously roamed her body. "I don't think you don't know what you're getting into, lover, " B'Elanna said. "Things could get... rough. Not just for you. Sometimes I might need you to be... aggressive with me." Kathryn pulled back and raised a dubious eyebrow. "Is that so?" The challenge in her voice was evident. "Ka-Kathryn," B'Elanna managed. "Not... here?" "Why not?" Kathryn asked. "A few minutes ago you couldn't wait." "I know, but- " Kathryn smiled hungrily. "You're not afraid, are you?" "Oh, you're going to get it now!" B'Elanna laughed. She started to unzip her jacket and for the second time Kathryn stopped her. "Allow me," Kathryn said. Rather than unzip it, she gruffly pulled the jacket over B'Elanna's head to expose the Klingon's bra-covered breasts. B'Elanna's eyes flared with arousal and Kathryn responded by tearing the bra away with one swipe of her hand. She reached out and cupped one of B'Elanna's breasts in her hand, massaging it gently. B'Elanna sighed with pleasure. Suddenly, Kathryn grabbed her cup of coffee from the desk and dumped the hot liquid onto B'Elanna's breasts. B'Elanna cried out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Kathryn ignored her whimpering, bending down to take one of B'Elanna's breasts into her mouth, relishing the exotic taste of coffee mingling with sweat and Klingon flesh. "Kathryn..." B'Elanna mewed, rolling her head as Kathryn latched onto her pert nipples and sucked them eagerly. "Oh gods... yes!" Kathryn moved from one breast to the other, lavishing them with attention, using her hands to massage the supple mounds of flesh while she assaulted them with huge, open mouthed kisses as if it devour the breast entirely. B'Elanna continued to moan softly, her breathing more and more ragged as she settled into the fist stages of love making. Sensing B'Elanna's complacence, Kathryn bit down hard on her lover's nipple. B'Elanna howled. "Kathryn... take me. Please! I need you inside me." "Yes... lover," Kathryn whispered. She yanked B'Elanna's trousers down to her ankles, reaching down to insert a finger into her lover's hot, wet sex. B'Elanna sucked in a sharp breath, releasing it slowly as Kathryn massaged her aching clit. "You want to come, don't you?" Kathryn whispered. B'Elanna nodded fervently. "Yes... " "You will... when I want you to," Kathryn snapped. She spun B'Elanna around, bending her Klingon lover over the desk so she could admire that lovely back side. "Put your hands on the desk, " Kathryn ordered. B'Elanna immediately complied. Kathryn swung hard and made contact with her lover's bottom with the flat of her hand. B'Elanna arched her back. "Harder..." B'Elanna hissed. "Much... harder..." Kathryn smacked her again, the sound of flesh smacking flesh slicing through the air. B'Elanna hissed and Kathryn continued without abatement, delivering blow after blow until the skin of B'Elanna rear end reddened under her assault. "Harder, Kathryn! Damn you! I want to feel it!" Kathryn growled angrily. "You'll feel it, dear. " She grabbed B'Elanna's ass and dug her fingernails into the flesh. She began kissing her lover's bottom, covering the tender flesh with her lips. She spread the cheeks open wide, revealing the Klingon's tight sphincter. B'Elanna writhed in ecstasy as Kathryn teased her puckering anus with a swirling tongue. "More..." B'Elanna begged. "Please... " Frustrated, Kathryn bit down hard on B'Elanna's ass cheek, chomping her teeth into the solid flesh. The half Klingon roared her approval, thrusting her butt into the air to meet Kathryn's face. Kathryn eagerly accepted the offer, burying her face between in the valley of her lover's bottom. She worked her tongue in and round her pulsating anus, her hands moving to once again find B'Elanna's clit. It was much larger than usual, indicating the state of Klingon arousal B'Elanna was in. Any inhibitions Kathryn may have felt were quickly discarded. Summoning every last ounce of strength she could muster, Kathryn lifted B'Elanna into her arms and carried her to the sofa. It wasn't easy. Little as B'Elanna appeared, she was all muscle. Of course, Kathryn hadn't graduated from the Academy a weakling nor had she let herself go to pot since then. She dropped B'Elanna unceremoniously on the sofa and quickly rid herself of her uniform. B'Elanna panted anxiously as Kathryn climbed on top of her. Once in position Kathryn arched her back, thrusting herself hard against B'Elanna's sweaty body. Their clits met almost immediately, sending sparks of pleasure through both of them. Kathryn grimaced slightly as B'Elanna dug her nails into her back, but the pain was fleeting and more than compensated for by the sensation of their enlarged clits rubbing up against each other. "Kathryn..." B'Elanna hissed. "Please... inside... me... I ... need... to... come..." "When I want you to," Kathryn reminded her. She continued to thrust herself against B'Elanna's crotch, enjoying the way their nubs of flesh found each other. Then, slowly, Kathryn made her way down B'Elanna's body with soft, nibbling kisses that occasionally nipped the skin. B'Elanna fidgeted restlessly on the sofa, and for a moment Kathryn was afraid they would go tumbling to the floor. But then that would have hardly mattered; she would have kept on going, and it wouldn't be the first time they'd made love on the ready-room floor. Kathryn kissed her way to B'Elanna's flat stomach, swirling her tongue inside the navel. "You are way off," B'Elanna growled. "Shhh," Kathryn scolded. She poised herself above B'Elanna's sex, inhaling the pungent Klingon musk, letting it fill her being. Parting the swollen lips with her fingers, Kathryn plunged forward, burying her face in the sweetness that rested between B'Elanna's legs. B'Elanna squealed shrilly, her hips bucking wildly as Kathryn let loose a voracious assault the likes of which B'Elanna had never experienced. Kathryn showed no mercy, licking up and down the length of B'Elanna's womanhood coupled with intermittent swipes at her enormous Klingon clit. Kathryn quickly thrust two fingers inside B'Elanna's dripping wet sex and B'Elanna thrashed about violently, flailing her arms and legs so wildly that Kathryn thought she might be hurled across the ready-room. Kathryn bore down, using her body weight to pin B'Elanna in place as she shifted position so they could pleasure each other. B'Elanna barely allowed Kathryn enough time to get situated before attacking her sex. Kathryn shrieked loudly enough for the entire bridge crew to hear, giving herself a moment to enjoy B'Elanna's efforts before proceeding where she'd left off. She bent her head down between B'Elanna's legs, sucking her Klingon lover's enlarged clit into her mouth. Her efforts only made B'Elanna work harder and faster. It wasn't long before Kathryn felt the familiar clenching in her loins. B'Elanna, too, was nearing orgasm, and Kathryn quickened her pace to ensure they would climax together. Her body twitched, her hips bucked, and the universe came to a screeching halt as Kathryn brought B'Elanna over the edge at the very moment she spilled her own pleasure onto B'Elanna's face. Breathing heavy, Kathryn crawled her way into B'Elanna's arms. "Thank you, Kathryn, " B'Elanna whispered. "Any time, love, " Kathryn grinned. "Any time." B'Elanna smiled. "I'll start moving my things into your... *our*... quarters this afternoon." "There's no rush," Kathryn said. "I know," B'Elanna nodded. "But I want our life together to begin as soon as possible." "So do I," Kathryn agreed. B'Elanna found Kathryn's hand and squeezed it tightly in her own, her fingernails digging into the flesh of Kathryn's palm. She bared her teeth in a vicious snarl, a low growl forming in the back of her throat. "jiH dok!" Kathryn cupped a hand over her mouth in genuine astonishment. Her knowledge of Klingon was limited to a few choice phrases usually reserved for diplomatic functions and the curses B'Elanna tended to utter in the throes of passion. Even so, Kathryn recognized the ancient Klingon words of devotion... words that were not spoken lightly, never spoken in public, and -with few exceptions- only spoken to one person in a lifetime. "maj dok," Kathryn whispered. B'Elanna sighed happily, holding Kathryn's face against her bosom. "My blood... our blood. We are mated." "Yes we are, " Kathryn said. --- The End