The BLTS Archive - Klingon Interruptus II
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by R.Schultz (cousindream@aol.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount, who threw away scads of great story lines, is
the owner of all things Trek. This story is mine under the Berne
International Copyright Laws.

Will be archived at the FFF site and at the ASCEM site for the
undeserving wretches there. Others will please notify. It will be
tremendously late for the Round just finished, but it belongs with my
Drabble. Please place the two together.

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The hatches of Main Engineering whooshed open for me, and I swept
forward in my regal Captain-in-charge mode. No one snapped to
attention, but I relished the aura of increased alertness.

Another quiet day - Alpha shift - as we bored a few more billion
kilometers closer to home and the Federation. Also present was my
lovely Seven of Nine, reassuringly arguing with Lt. Torres about some
arcane interpretation of engineering lore. Their voices were subdued,
but arguing they were. Lt. Paris would probably get his hopes up if he
could see them splitting spatial hairs like this. However, I had my
doubts as to whether this spat indicated the imminent break-up of the
probably stormy lesbian romance between the two females.

The two of them fighting seemed merely another indication that their
passions had not altered their personalities to any great degree.

They argued in Engineering and wandered the corridors hand in hand,
whispering undoubtedly sweet words in each other's ears. I'd come on
the two of them, night before last.  Giggling and tickling each other
like a pair of giddy teenagers back in Indiana.

Seven of Nine seemed to have come a long way in her goal of adapting
to the human (and Klingon) collective. I was proud of her. and envious
of her romance. Every time I saw the two of them fondling each other
most inappropriately in public, I felt like an old dried-up stick,
waiting to blow away in the next good breeze.

I deliberately didn't dwell on the sight of Seven of Nine's nipples,
hard and projecting, even behind her bra and cat suit. Or the scars on
her neck.

Both now wore the cicatta of a vicious bite on her neck.  Healed, but
scarred, the marks on each neck showed the universe their commitment,
the one to the other. A ring swapping would have been neater, but I
had to admit the tooth-patterns excited the hell out of me.

Obviously a little rough trade appealed to me.

Carefully I moved from station to station. The sudden absence of
fighting voices made me turn in time to see both women retire to the
Engineering Commander's nook. A few murmurs reached my ears, and they
both evolved into a pair of lovers fondling and holding each other.
The lights there went out, but I could still see Seven and B'Elanna
becoming more passionate. Suddenly I realized Seven had opened her
catsuit partway down the front. Her breasts spilled out, Lt. Torres
taking first one, than the other in her hands and mouth.

Mesmerized, I realized I could see Seven's left nipple, stiff, red and
angry, being fondled by Seven's own fingers.

She was beautiful and erotic, her mouth open in a grimace, and her
eyes closed in ecstasy. Then I realized Seven's eyes were now open.
She was smiling and staring at me.

It took an act of will, but I slowly turned back to face Nicoletti.

"Does this sort of thing happen very often?" I asked her.

Blank faced, she asked; "What happens, Captain?"

Being a little stone faced myself, I replied; "I'll have a word with
the two women about appropriate behavior at the appropriate time, Lt.
Nicoletti. Thank you."

I then slowly left Engineering. Of course not noticing the huddle my
two lovebirds made in the Chief Engineer's work alcove. I hoped a
little mutual masturbation wasn't next on their menu. I hoped I wasn't
going to miss anything by leaving now. The two excited me.

Correction. I was obsessed by Seven of Nine.

Sighing, I wished the dyke in me hadn't decided to resurface so
abruptly. At the least it was embarrassing.

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Later that shift, ship's computer assisted me in finding myself in
Astrometrics with my favorite ex-drone. Alone with her. I murmured a
lock command behind me as I marched toward that delectable beauty.
Those catsuits didn't hide much, and for once I wondered why she had
come to dress in such exciting attire. She always looked as edible as
a chocolate sundae, in those suits.

Standing alongside her. Seven turned to me with a stiff small smile on
her face. I felt warm to receive one of her rare smiles. I wished
she'd hold my hand the way she did B'Elanna's.

"I am sorry for our -- bad timing -- of this morning's display of
affection. Lt. Torres -- she makes me act in new ways, merely by being
near me."

Seven's eyes bored into mine, and she seemed to almost relax as she
finished some piece of business on her board. I was shocked to
discover the cool touch of her artificial hand on mine.

Seven was at that moment fully human.

"May I talk freely, Captain?" I nodded my head, turning, placing my
other hand on top of hers. I felt slightly dizzy, for she was close
enough to kiss. Her lips never looked so full and soft, her eyes so
blue, her hair so silvery and unreal.  I wondered if her unbound glory
falling across my face would feel as transcendent and exciting as it
looked?

"The Vinculum opened my memories in a way I had never before
experienced, Captain."

Her cheeks were so sculpted, so strong. I felt I could cut my soul to
shreds on their sharp edges if I threw myself at her.

Oh my, Katie-Me-Darling, you have it bad. And have had it bad from the
first moment I saw her as a human, standing alone and lost, in Cargo
Bay Two.

Why did I wait so long? Until she'd turned to another pair of arms?

"It was frightening at first," she continued. "I was seeing not
accumulations of data, but entire lives. It took a period to learn to
filter out -- again -- what was not needful or desired."

So regal in profile, so butch, so feminine.

"I have copulated with other members of the crew," she veered.

"There was always something missing with each sexual encounter.

"I strove to be a pleasing partner, and brought forth many stratagems
and techniques in an endeavor to discover what was lacking. Indeed,
all my fevered participants were enthusiastic about my techniques,
enthusiasm and lack of inhibitions.

"One sincere if slightly injured male stated I was the best lay in
three quadrants.

"Yet my own quest went on. The EMH tried to assist me, but was unable
to help. He did expose me to some novel patterns attainable only by
holocharacters."

Seven caressed my hand again, giving me goosebumps up and down my
spine. I kept thinking how I had never asked.

How many mornings had I come into Cargo Bay Two and almost drooled
over that tall blonde goddess?

"I included women in my experimentation," she flatly stated.

"Why is it you never approached me -- Kathryn?"

I was afraid to tell this Goddess I was too much of a coward.

"The Vinculum changed all that. It freed me and enslaved me to my
multiple pasts."

Again a sharp veer.  I could not stop looking at the scars on her
throat, left there by a half-insane half-Klingon with more guts than I
possessed.

"From the beginning B'Elanna touched the lives inside me.

"There is no part of me she has not licked and kissed, and no part of
her I have not tasted and found delicious. She is a feast, and her
banquet fills more than my stomach or my lust.

"Her vaginal secretions delight my taste buds, her ejaculate, her
anus, she fills me up with what I have needed all along.

"Perhaps this is merely passion, but it is passion mixed with
something I'd only known as a word.

"I love her, and she loves me in a way she never has anyone else in
her life. She says she could live on what she drinks from me. I am all
the wine or the water she needs.

"Why did you never approach me, Kathryn? I knew you were there, all
those many mornings, there in Cargo Bay Two."

She turned to me again, her cold prosthetic hand warm on my sleeve.
Her blue eyes asked me why, her lips awaited my answer, her neck held
my hand when I raised it to touch her. Her skin was soft and smooth
and cold and flowing in my thoughts.

We kissed for long minutes, our tongues finally reaching out to
discover, to taste. to probe, to savor, to regret, to wind down a long
road where I must lose my way.

"I could smell your need those mornings, sweet Kathryn.  Couldn't you
smell mine?".

She turned back to Astrometrics, her face calm, her hands busy and
free of my desperate wants.

"I draw on the memories of a hundred human lesbians assimilated by the
Borg.

"I know even the fiercest love can perish. I know the lives of all of
us on this ship hang by a spider's thread.

"I can promise you nothing, Kathryn Janeway." Her gaze bored holes in
the screen before her.

"Go. B'Elanna and I shall be more decorous in public, from this date
forward."

Somehow I left Astrometrics. I turned my back and walked away. In the
corridor I knew I acted distracted.

Seven -- Annika, she loved me. But she loved B'Elanna far more.

Did I walk towards Heaven or was I now in Hell?

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continued in Klingon Interruptus III - 'Turn The Page'