The BLTS Archive - Klingon Interruptus III
Turn The Page
by R Schultz ( cousindream@msn.com )

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Disclaimer: All Trek is owned by the thieving tax dodgers and
corporate looters at Paramount and ViaBorgCom. This story is mine
under Berne Copyright Laws. September 2002, 6,200 words.

Warning: Bad language, sex and lesbianism portrayed here. Underage
folk must not read this. It is also off limits to those living in a
country or locale which forbids the reading of TrekSmut. Your
government knows better than you what you should read. Your masters,
after all, are morally superior. Ask them, and they'll tell you.
They'll also put you on their lists of potential subversives, seeing
as how you questioned their truths.

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It was an immensely pleasing bath. I loved lying in its bubbles and
scent, as well as feeling all the little induced currents and tickly
gushes and froths dancing over my tired skin. I'm an old woman who
likes to indulge herself.

I contemplated my soon-to-be-eaten supper, the menu becoming fixed in
my mind. I also debated which one of my Risan toys I would enjoy after
my meal. Seven had been on the bridge most of Alpha shift. She'd
deliberately flaunted her body, and the target was probably me. The
thought that she'd acquired a mean streak in herself, and was teasing
the males on the bridge, was a thought not to be allowed.

No, it felt more as if she teased her Captain. Since the encounter
with the Vinculum, Seven was an aggressive lesbian, and her properly
assimilated memories prompted a sensual pattern to her actions not
present in more innocent days.

As an example, her catsuits didn't much conceal her physical
attributes now. When spending long periods in Astrometrics, Seven
still wore her old style of catsuit. The ones masking her nipples,
backside and groin. After eight hours of watching Annika move in that
tissue-thin ensemble, I felt the need to relieve a little pressure.


DAMN her!

Now then, what to use tonight? Acquire a new one from the replicator
menu? No.

The "Frantic Ferret", the corkscrewing one, the peach toned one, the
one with the ridges on its flared head and the deep curve, struck me
as an inspired choice. I hadn't used that one in months. I'll affix it
to the seat of my exercise bicycle and impale myself to a
fare-thee-well with it.

Oooooh! I got tingly feelings just anticipating it.

Get some always needed exercise, as well. Shower afterwards, of
course. This bath was, after all, only partially about being clean. A
Captain needed her little bubbles and other luxuries. It was something
to look forward to.

Captain's just want to have fun.

Drying, I recited my menu to Computer. Fruit juice with the baked
swordfish, rather than wine tonight.

Humming to myself, I retrieved the nice long toy out of my
night-stand. I caressed what I anticipated would soon be moving inside
me, pleasing me. Have sex and improve body tone at one and the same
time. The Captain is kinky in the privacy of her own cabin.

Thus it was that I strolled into my main living area, debating whether
to have the deep curve facing backwards or forwards this time.

I was almost to the exercise bicycle before I realized Seven of Nine
was standing by my cabin entrance, hands together, watching naked me
carrying a damned long dildo in one hand and a blue-green exercise bra
in the other. The bra with the holes in it that let my nips hang out
for some friendly pinching as I bicycled myself to orgasm.

For one insane moment I debated asking if she wanted to fuck me with
this thing, or she wanted me to fuck her.

I turned bright red all over and had to giggle.

DAMN Seven and her habit of sauntering through doors supposedly
locked!

Brazen had taken me this far in life, so I brazened a little bit more.

"I've told you before, Seven, it is not proper to enter a cabin or an
office without permission first."

I walked the three additional steps to stand in front of my
magnificent ex-Borg, staring her right in the eyes.

I know damned well my nipples stiffened being this close to that tall
blond. My belly felt funny as well. Command Frown Number Seven, I
thought to myself. I am in control. I am in control.

Hold me tight and kiss me, I also thought to myself. Please.

Brazen it out, I commanded myself.

"Here," I said to her, "Hold this." I handed her my dildo and she took
it by its knobby length.

Her blue eyes were so damned beautiful when they got big like that.

With that, I shrugged into my exercise bra, trying extremely hard to
enjoy the sensuous way it grew around me and held me. I dared not look
down at my nipples where they poked out because I knew damned well
they were red, enlarged and HAD to be pulsing.

"Now then, Seven, Annika, what can I do for you, seeing as how you're
already inside?" Tuvok would love the way I'm being in control here.
Be in control here, Katie, dammit!

Don't drip, Katie. You're not THAT wet. Keep your legs together.

DAMN!

Seven didn't answer immediately. She looked down at the cute
peach-colored dildo in her hand, then at me. She turned to her side
slowly, and stared at my exercise bicycle for a long multiple of
seconds.

Don't blush, Katie, I commanded myself. That made my ears turn bright
carmine, of course.

Seven took one step closer to my bike, then another. She carefully
seated my Risan toy on the bicycle seat, and flicked it to meld itself
in place. In a few seconds it was firmly wed to my bicycle for the
duration, or until it was flicked loose again.

The head was curved forward, I noticed. Good position for fast
pedaling.

So much for my little secret pleasure being secret.

Well, to hell with it. Seven was living in a fascinating lesbian
relationship with my ship's half-Klingon, so it wasn't as if she were
a stranger to Risan sex toys or self-gratification.

No one had ever told me directly, but I presumed B'Elanna had her own
cache of delightfully sensual sex aids of the animated variety.
Probably VERY animated.

To prove she knew what sort of a toy it was, Seven touched the base
controls, producing a vigorous corkscrewing motion as well as a
bending and re-bending and stretching. I always liked the way little
bulges appeared on the sides of the better models and seemed to claw
at the air.

Distracted, Seven managed a thin spare smile, and an aside of her own.

"I enjoy the sensations of the "Leaping Lemming". It feels exactly
like a small trapped animal trying to reach freedom."

In Indiana I once saw an Amish barn painted exactly the color of red I
knew my ears and cheeks were sporting.

Don't drip, Katie. Knees tightly together.

Then I had an epiphany. I saw this exquisite blond with her naked body
open to me as she inserted the wriggling length of the "Leaping
Lemming" inside herself. And knew there had to be snail trails of
fluid running down my thighs.

"Seven ?" I questioned.

"I came to elicit advice from you, Captain," she answered. "B'Elanna
Torres has abandoned me and once again welcomed Helmsman Tom Paris
into her arms.

"I am hurt, and I am confused. My now-properly assimilated memories
tell me this is not unusual behavior in a lesbian relationship. Lt.
Torres is bisexual and she has reverted to older, obsolete patterns of
romance."

I am not a Betazoid counselor, at the Academy I only got a 55
percentile in my empathic counseling class. Now I get this.

"Do you wish some sympathy, Seven, Annika?' I asked. "Let me put some
clothes on and I can try to help, if you'll let me."

Yeah, let me hold you and kiss away your fears and scheme about how to
permanently estrange you from B'Elanna.

I was ashamed for the thought, but knew I'd been tempted.

"Clothes will not be necessary, Captain." Another thin smile appeared
on her face, and the back of her hand reached out to touch my cheek.

Massive system failure ensued.

My eyes closed, and I moaned. My hand rose halfway to my cheek,
wanting to hold her touch to me. "Annika..."

"Once I made a promise to you, dearest Kathryn," she said in a low
voice. "I made no promises, but it was a promise nonetheless. I said
if things ever changed between myself and B'Elanna Torres, that I
would turn to you.

"That time has arrived. Captain. Sweetest Captain. Do you still want
me?"

My mental answer was to take her hand to my mouth where I began to
kiss it. In my mind her seduction proceeded swiftly from that point. I
did not move, except to put my fists on my naked hips. Oh, my most
beautiful Borg darling....

I am in control. I do not feel wetness trickling down my thighs. So
much for control.

I am the Captain. My back straightened, my eyes narrowed.

This is a glitch on the horizon of the Annika Hansen and B'Elanna
Torres' romance. It is only a glitch. Tomorrow night the pair may be
back together again. Tomorrow night they might still be livid with
anger and loss.

Turn the page. What will the next page say?

"I am very sorry that you and the Lieutenant have parted ways. My
suggestion is to go to your alcove in Cargo Bay Two and begin an early
regenerative cycle. Tomorrow see the Doctor and tell him your
problems.

"Tomorrow I will make time for you in my Ready Room and we shall talk.
Just talk. I shall try to be of help, but I can guarantee nothing but
talk.

"Tonight why not see Sam Wildman? You can visit Naomi, she loves you
without reservation. That might be soothing, finding a way to
externalize your troubles. Even Sam will be glad to hold you and
attempt to comfort you.

"If nothing works, and both you and B'Elanna are still on the outs,
please come to me in my Ready Room tomorrow. I'll do what I can."

I folded my arms across my chest, ignoring my nudity or my desires, or
arousal. I am the Captain. I do not cave at the first, or the second,
or third, temptation. In Retro Satanis.

"Captain.... Kathryn...." Seven began. "You want me, I am aroused
simply by the sharp scent of your need. You want me.

"I am here.

"Take me. Please?"

Her arms were open and inviting. Inside I shook. Inside I desired her
touch and her lips and her love and her lust. Inside myself I thought
I could smell my own fever.

My outside glared at her.

"All lovers have problems," I lectured Seven. "This present difficulty
between yourself and B'Elanna may be over tomorrow, or next week. Or
in an hour's time.

"I repeat: You should compose yourself as well as you can and seek
counseling from the Doctor, or you might ask Sam Wildman for a hug and
a pat on the head."

Be brutal, Kathryn Elizabeth. Drive her away.

Please, Annika, darling, stay, let me hold you.

My glare was painted on.

She got a damned hurt look on her face. If she burst into tears I was
totally lost. I'd kill B'Elanna rather than lose Seven again, if I
took my dearest Borg to bed with me now.

I love you deeply, Annika, I said. Too deeply. I said this to myself.

I can't hold you and comfort you and try to kiss your wounds away, for
I'd never stop short of falling in love with you totally. My heart and
my soul and my sanity will be yours, for good or for bad, you will own
me.

I waited patiently for her to swallow my rebukes.

Swallow it, Annika. Move on. If you take one further step towards me
I'm going to spend the entire night making mad passionate love and sex
with you and I'm not going to be worth a damn tomorrow when I crawl
onto the bridge. I might have a smile on my face, but they'll have to
pour me into my Command Chair.

I dare not touch you at this moment, dear Annika. Or I would never let
you go.

Please go. Before I am lost.

Seven's logic was functioning, in conjunction with her new sexuality
and membership in the human collective.

I think. I hope.

"Please, Annika, come to me in my Ready Room tomorrow during shift. Or
come to me tomorrow night, when I'll have had a chance to compose
myself.

"We can talk then. Maybe some solutions will present themselves then.

"Maybe B'Elanna will come back to you.

"Maybe we'll all die and our little problems will be rhetorical. In
any case, Seven ....can you see me tomorrow?"

Don't leave, Annika.

Lay me down on this floor and teach me what you've learned in all your
re-assimilation's, what you've discovered in the arms of B'Elanna. Be
my Captain's Woman.

"Very well, Captain," she said in a calm voice.

"I shall program a long period for myself in my alcove. Redundancy of
regeneration may be inefficient, but it is never effort wasted."

She looked long into my eyes. I prayed she could not see my burning
soul.

"I shall see you for an hour tomorrow morning, provided nothing
important claims our attention. Is this agreeable to you? Captain?"

I nodded. "I'll make the time for an old and valued friend such as
yourself, Seven. Count on it." Hands behind my back, pretending my
nakedness did not exist, pretending my nipples didn't hurt, pretending
my lips didn't want to say to her I loved her.

She walked out the door.

I almost followed and dragged her back. I only took three steps
towards her retreating form, then I forced my body to stop.

No tears were shed, but it would have been better if there had been.
After ten or so minutes I walked to the still cork-screwing dildo,
turned it off, and disengaged it.

To say I'd lost my appetite for exercise, solitary sex and a swordfish
supper would have been an understatement. I settled for an orange
juice, and then went to bed.

In two hours I gave it up, dragged my ass back to the exercise bicycle
with the peach-colored dildo in my hand. Then I shrugged myself into
my exercise bra with the holes in it for my nipples. I seated the
dildo on the seat of my bike, then went back to my bedroom.

Coming back, I lubed, then inserted the "Desperate Dragon" in my ass,
its pumping motion already active. Some more lube on the peach dildo,
and I positioned myself above its corkscrewing motion.

Aaaaahhhhhhh......

It took me only a minute or so for my first come.

I got a good amount of exercise accomplished that night. I had a lot
to work off.

---

That next morning it was evident a new pattern had emerged on my
bridge. On purpose I did not avoid looking at anyone. Just like Seven
did not avoid looking at me or Tom Paris or B'Elanna. And B'Elanna
deliberately did not avoid looking.... But you get the idea.

Evidently B'Elanna and Tom Paris had not worked out their differences,
and Seven did not get invited back to the arms of Lt. Torres.

Viewed in retrospect, the day before had gone rather well, I thought.
I tried counseling Seven to have patience and hope. Not for a second
did I let her cuddle with me, for whatever reason.

I recommended patience to her. After a few weeks the pain would be
less, and she would know better what was likely to happen between her
and B'Elanna.

She dropped by again that night, and I told her the same damned lies.

I shall burn in the .... what level of hell did Dante have the liars
and cheats reside? Anyways, I'm sure that's where I'll go if I have to
continue this tragic farce of counseling much longer.

I am not a Betazoid counselor, and my worst problem was appearing
neutral and friendly in all this multi-leveled disaster. The efficient
world of my bridge had been turned topsy-turvy.

Tom is not glaring at B'Elanna. Seven is not glaring at Tom. B'Elanna
is not glaring at Tom. I am not glaring at any of my damned
wrecking-crew people.

Chakotay raised an eyebrow at me once. For that he got my Command
Glare, Hurricane Force Level. He quickly found the empty viewscreen
intensely fascinating.

On a personal note, if I continued using my Risan toys at the level I
am now using them, I'm afraid I might have to ask the HoloDoc to
tighten me up five or six centimeters.

All I need now is a visit from the Borg.

With that happy thought ringing in my head, Ensign Kim began
enunciating sign he was acquiring, and it looked like another damned
Borg.

Remind me to knock on wood next time I think negative thoughts.

---

My eyes felt like they had bags under them, an allowable feeling,
considering the fact they did. But we were evidently clear of our
latest menace. A few holes in VOYAGER (now repaired), and we were on
our way home again. We got off lucky.

Meanwhile Tom had gone back to not glaring at Seven or B'Elanna,
B'Elanna was not glaring at Tom, but I already explained the recent
dynamics of this little multi-leveled romance a la Fucked Up Beyond
All Belief.

At least Seven wasn't wearing one of her thin catsuits. If I had to
deliberately not notice that perfect body of hers for eight hours, I'd
have thrown her down and fisted her into a coma, right there,
underneath the viewscreen.

I'd let everyone watch and listen to her cries as I fucked her into
insensibility.

Frankly speaking, Seven was rapidly losing a lot of her charm. The
longer I had to deal with my repressed lusts AND the disaster
distorting the efficiency levels of my bridge crew, the more I wished
she had never joined the human collective with such a resounding bang.

Mentally reviewing a daydream scenario, I wondered if I could tear one
of those catsuits off her? I watched a HoloDrama once where this hero
accomplished something of the ilk to a Vulcan woman who had been
teasing the hell out of him during the previous sixty-eight minutes.

Then again, I've also viewed the Red Shoes comedy show where he
labored like Hercules, but couldn't even force the binds open on the
gal's uniform.

Here's Carey, he's Beta OIC tonight. Thank heaven I can go now.

B'Elanna rushed onto the turbolift with me. I smiled absently at her,
wishing inside that she'd stayed with Tom in the first place. Play
Night Music with Mr. Paris and leave the equilibrium of my bridge crew
alone.

Leave Seven alone. Fight with her in Engineering and let me lick
Annika's wounds and other parts at night.

B'Elanna had her hand in the small of my back. I kept my face neutral
as I turned to look questions at her.

"Now that Seven is gone, I feel lonely at night, Captain. Maybe you
would consider having supper with me in my cabin sometime? I prefer
human food to worms and blood wine, and at least I can replicate a
decent meal."

Wonders are not ceasing. B'Elanna is trying to date me. B'Elanna would
like to explore the possibility that the two of us might be able to
establish an .... interesting relationship.

She'd like to get into my pants.

It don't rain but it pours.

That'd make a fascinating change on the bridge. Go from Tom and Seven
and B'Elanna not glaring at each other to all of them not glaring at
me and vice versa.

"I'll take the suggestion under advisement. Lieutenant."

Not exactly a frosty response, but not terribly warm either. She was
still smiling, and her hand still lingered on my backside. But she
didn't rub herself against me, or let her hand stray further.

Actually I discovered myself responding to the idea.

At this point in time I could use a break from frantically
masturbating while mentally ravishing my Borg.

Actually having a real warm body on which to practice Advanced Ravish
301 struck me as a good idea. I was getting tired of machines in my
vagina. A nice half-Klingon tongue would be .... pleasing.

What a team we'd make. If Tom and/or Seven didn't assassinate both of
us first.

It'd be a chance for me to discover just how good the sound-proofing
was on my cabin. Considering B'Elanna's reputation, probably the both
of us would be screaming.

It'd be an exciting affair, excepting the possibility I might strangle
B'Elanna in her sleep some night. I already had lots of experience in
day-dreaming about spacing Lt. Torres out an air-lock sans spacesuit.
Damn, but she could be powerful irritating at times. The operative
phrase for the two of us together would be: "Stormy Relationship."

I smiled back at B'Elanna and gave her no further encouragement in her
advances. In Retro Satanis .... or was it Klingonis?

Now I had another person to think on while enjoying one of my active
Risan sex toys. She was cute, no doubt of it, and her body was small
and trim and better than mine, I thought.

In Retro Klingonis. Get thee behind me, O Temptress!

The sudden vision of a naked B'Elanna crouched behind an equally naked
me got me instantly tingly.

I entered my cabin in a state of incipient anxiety, for I expected
Seven would haul her distraught super-body in at any moment. Where's a
good Betazoid counselor when you need one?

Seven didn't knock on my door at all that night. I discovered why not
the next morning.

Seven and B'Elanna were back to billing and cooing and whispering icky
sweet words in each other's ears. Evidently Seven had made the first
move in repairing their love affair. She went to see B'Elanna,
probably abjectly apologizing and fawning all over my Chief Engineer.

I spent a good portion of the morning mentally consigning either or
both to the seventh level of Hell. Personally pouring burning sulphur
on their heads. Did Satan sub-contract out some of his more agonizing
torments?

Well, things were more or less back to normal. Tom pointedly not
glaring at Seven or B'Elanna. Chakotay finding something to do over by
Kim while I stared at my empty viewscreen.

Wondering what sort of dynamic would be operative on the bridge if
Seven had come to B'Elanna's cabin and discovered Lt. Torres and
myself learning exactly what the other tasted like. THAT scream would
have penetrated the sound-proofing, I'm sure.

I was looking forward to another assault by an aggressive race of
space pirates or something. It'd get my mind off the sight of those
two whispering and fondling each other. All I'd need would be for
Annika to begin wearing the tissue-thin versions of her catsuits
again.

That's a non-desirable thought at the same time its an exciting one.
Where's some wood for me to knock on?

---

An hour and a half exercise and cool-down's each night after duty
shift was my pattern now. It was good for me, it passed the time, and
I got to check out the crew that came in.

Jannifer in Maintenance had a great body, and she was willing to let
everyone notice her tits sagged. I could understand her attitude. It
said; "If I have to look like Seven of Nine to interest you, why screw
you, buster. I'm me, and you like it or go elsewhere."

She was straight, but she played a wicked game of Go, not to mention
Kadis Knot. Anyone Naomi likes is probably a good soul. Of course, she
adores Seven, so maybe that's not such a valid bench mark.

Charlis was short, but he kept it in shape, and he seemed to enjoy
looking at me. He was only a Petty Officer in Armament, but he seemed
promising. Maybe it was time to forget Seven or B'Elanna and give the
male of the species another chance.

He enjoyed watching me flex, that was sure. After a cleansing shower
in the gym, I changed back to my service outfit. He managed by
accident to have a few parting words with me before I left the gym.

Charlis had sat beside me the other Thursday, when I ate supper in the
Crew Mess. He once had spelunked caves and holes in the ground. He
also let me know, strictly by accident, that he was sans girlfriend at
the moment.

Life could be good. Maybe.

I was humming something Irish when I realized Seven was huddled beside
my cabin door.

Bloody DAMN! Not AGAIN?

She and B'Elanna were on the outs again.

Mentally I steeled myself against the urges I'd have when trying to
comfort her and deal with her distress.

I didn't need to ask, and she went through the cabin iris with her
holding my hand. I wondered if it was time to buy another Risan sex
toy for my collection.

Seven smelled of Lilac. Part of her becoming part of the human
collective was her adoption of habits like perfume for females. Might
as well start dinner while Annika begins her latest litany of
B'Elanna's faults.

Suddenly the Lilac scent was more overpowering than it should be.

A tall ex-Borg was holding me by the arms from behind. Pressing an
immense quantity of soft giving nipple-crowned breast into my
shoulders, her hands kneading my arms through my service tunic.

"Seven?" I managed to croak. Then her hands swam across my upper
chest, making me gasp. Her lips nuzzled into my hair. One hand
caressed my throat. Another lifted one of my breasts through the tunic
and bra, making me hiss. Both hands were busy lifting, working,
handling, enjoying my breasts. And nipples.

I couldn't speak, the sensations were too intense.

Her lips kissed my head, my ears, the back of my neck. At the same
time as she opened my tunic and re-discovered my breasts beneath my
pullover blouse and my bra.

We could both enjoy me better that way. I was already looking forward
to her hands directly on my breasts, her fingers rubbing and tweaking
my nipples.

I couldn't breath as her hands shucked my tunic and dived down my body
to my groin. Just for a second her hand massaged me there, through
trousers and unders, then the other hand also found me.

"I cannot stand it for a single night more, Kathryn Elizabeth Janeway.
Not an hour more. Not a minute more."

Her hands had pulled my pullover blouse off me, my arms unresisting
and cooperative as she tapped the control point on my bra and it shook
itself from my chest. I held out my arms so she could finish pulling
my bra off me.

"Every other night she comes to me with the smell of Tom Paris' semen
on her, or in her mouth.

"Every other night we fight and quarrel, about things that are
meaningless, or words that should be dismissed.

"Every other night we make frenzy rather than love.

"I am no longer the ex-Borg who asked you or the Doctor to explain
simple human emotions to me.

"Instead I know from bitter first-hand experience what human emotions
feel like from the inside. I spend part of each day wishing my
emotions had not been so completely awakened by the Vinculum. Me,
wishing.

"Just months ago I scoffed at the uselessness of humans wishing for
things."

Her head, her lips, her tongue was all over my head, my face, even in
my mouth. She stayed behind me, so I twisted my head enough to allow a
frenzied unsatisfying kiss from those rich ripe Goddess' lips.

Her hand slipped between my unders and trousers, her fingers swept
through my pubic hairs to find my clit, my divide, my seat of sex.

I came immediately.

"Annika..." I managed.

"I love you, Kathryn, you cannot know how much I love you, how often
I've dreamed of you, of your body, your presence, your scent and your
touch...."

Somehow Seven kept me from falling as I leaned back into her strong
arms. Her hand never stopped finding me, torturing me, giving me
paradise. Her hand never ceased caressing or fondling or pinching or
hurting my breasts, my nipples, I could not

Breath

As I came again

Her finger was a machine inside me and I was winding up and winding
down and even muffled by my trousers and unders I knew we were making
loud obscene fucking noises, her hand slapping my groin as she fucked
in and out of me and slapping my clit and my nipples were red hot,
white hot with pain and I helped pinch my nipples and I

Came again, the sound of her hand and my pussy had become a splendid
Angel's cry in the middle of my cabin. We laid down together. She left
her fingers inside me and I helped her take off my half-boots. Feet in
the air and we had my clothes off and I cried tears of joy as Seven
moved me so that my naked body was facing her. My legs went up and my
thighs spasmed as she bit my muscles close to my groin.

Then my head hit the cabin deck hard, mouth open, stars in my eyes not
entirely from my bump. Her tongue, her mouth had opened me and created
fires in my groin. My cunt was happy to have her there. Clit. Cunt.
Pussy. Slut .... that's me.

My hands pulled on the flesh of my Mons, trying to make my clit
tighter and stiffer and even further out of its hood.

Seven pushed her exquisite tongue inside me. Between my puffy lips,
inside my cunthole, wrapping her tongue-tip around my stiff pearl of a
clit, cooing as I gasped and

I think I

Ejaculated on her

Busy beautiful face licking and licking and loving and sucking me

For another come which

Wouldn't stop as she inserted fingers inside me and bit down on my
clit and Annika Hansen was one with the human collective and I was one
with her as if my entire body were nothing but a few odd parts
reacting to my happy wet orgasming

Pussy. Cunt.

I love you Seven.

I screamed it as loud as I could and knew it was true. My life was
fulfilled. I had found the love meant for me.

"I love you," I said. "Annika, I love you so much...."

And I do believe I was cranking up the hill for another come and I had
never realized before how much I loved her and how perfectly I was
coming again.

We had to rest after that. I panted, admiring Annika's strong face as
she rested her chin on my Mons. I had to giggle.

She knew what was funny. "You never thought of me wearing a beard, did
you?" she teased.

She helped me sit up, where we could kiss. A little kiss, lots of
them. We had all the time in the universe now.

In one easy fluid movement my lover stood, showing off her balance and
muscles. She spoke to Computer as she stood back. A motion of her hand
indicated I should remain sitting on my main room rug.

Loud brassy music, a music all beat, assaulted the silence. Without
asking I knew this was music to disrobe by. I'd never heard it before,
or the selections which followed. Tom Paris music, I realized.

Music to strip by.

I was proved right, for she slowly twirled and moved in time to the
ancient music. Rolling her blue catsuit down her body, and then off
her legs and feet.

Underneath she wore what I knew was called a G-string (why that, I
didn't know). She moved to the music, her hands covering her nipples,
her eyes boring holes through me.

She put her hand down her G-String. She was dancing, she was shaking
her body. She was masturbating, her other hand telling me to remain
seated.

She worked herself, faster and faster, and I realized her first come
for me was going to be a masturbation come. Or was it?

She stopped her self-gratification movements, and peeled the G-String
down and off her body. Annika urged me to scoot backwards, until my
back was solid against my main sofa.

Then, as she gyrated her wet gleaming pussy, she inched closer and
closer to me. Until she stood over me, until she spread her legs,
until she lowered her groin to my eager waiting mouth.

She was so wet, and became even wetter as I pressed my tongue into her
vagina. It was hard to do, I had to bend my head back so far....

How wonderful her cunt smelled when she came! She wet my face and
almost fell to the deck. Her knees shook, I could feel both my saliva
and her come crawling down my chin and neck.

I could live off this nectar!

Annika lay herself down beside me, unable to stand any longer.

NOW we kissed like suicides brought back from the brink. NOW we kissed
as if our souls were saved by the act of kissing.

"I love you...." I groaned.

"I love you...." Annika whispered into my ear.

I was about to begin feasting on her pussy again, when she stood,
sweeping me up in her arms. I nursed on her nipples as she slowly took
me to my bed and lay me gently across it.

"On your hands and knees," she told me. I did so immediately.

"Scoot your lovely ass back to me," she commanded.

Then she was on her knees, working her face between my butt cheeks.

There is nothing dirty or disgusting or foul or perverted about her
licking me there. It was delightful.

I knew as soon as I got the chance, I'd do the same for her. This was
beautiful I'd never realized being kissed there could be so ....
ethereal, heavenly, that it would make me shiver and smile and grit my
teeth.

However, eventually I had to help out a little by fingering my clit.
Annika then put her own thumb on my clit, brushing my hand aside and I
came

Again.

Everything she did was so perfect and delightful. She was SUCH a
completely flawless lover!

I had to fall to my side. It was that or feel all my bones dissolve.

Annika crawled onto the bed with me and we kissed some more. God, but
she was such a delightful kisser! Such passion and patience she put
into it!

I weakly patted Annika's strong hands away from my body. I crawled on
top of her, adoring the way she felt, all her bumps and curves and
living warmth. I realized now how much I'd missed the body heat from
another person lying with me.

"My turn," I said. Delightful Annika lifted her legs into the air and
assisted me as I slid down her sweaty body to where I could look upon
the most beautiful pussy in the universe.

I inhaled, my heart fluttered at her strong scent, my hands flexed, I
adored her.

"Annika, Annika," I said, "I will love you always."

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EPILOG
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San Francisco
Eight months after "End Game".
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I was both surprised and not surprised to see B'Elanna waiting for the
same Inquiry Board as I was going to testify on. Starfleet was still
such a small world, for all its size.

I waddled over to a nice wide soft-looking chair alongside hers. I
gratefully let my pregnant body adjust to a chair that both fit and
had arms to help me regain my feet later.

"I thought you'd have had yours by now," she smiled at me.

"I'm past due," I muttered. I missed the HoloDoc. The human Doctor I'd
been seeing was altogether too chummy and friendly and my pal. I could
have used a sarcastic word or two.

"So how's Annika?"

Silence while I debated my words.

"She didn't!" B'Elanna said. "Did she?"

"She did. She met Chakotay one day last month. Now their old
ridiculous love blossomed all over again, and she's run off to the
Iapetus project on Saturn with him."

For the next ten minutes I told a long collection of truths, lies,
exaggerations and surmises to B'Elanna. B'Elanna clucked at me,
encouraging my flow of words and complaints.

Then I looked around, for the first time noticing her daughter was
nowhere in sight.

No, Rayna was not with her father. Rayna was with her paternal
Grandmother, who was no doubt diligently stuffing sugars, fats and
starches into her young body.

Tom was somewhere in the South Pacific, enjoying a rich Chilean girl
eleven years younger than himself. The divorce was already being
processed.

Her next one was due in two or three weeks.

I listened with rapt attention as she told me all about it, or at
least the B'Elanna Torres version.

We got quite friendly as we waited to testify.

Afterwards I invited her to a dinner at "Iffy's Place".

It was sort of predestined after that.

We're going to get married after I have Gretchen. Her divorce should
be final soon after. My advocate says mine to Annika should take less
time. I'm hoping, but it doesn't matter, not really, if it takes a
little time.

B'Elanna will raise our children, and be my wife while I take the next
decade or two finishing up my career. She's determined to have another
girl, this time with genes from both of us. In addition, I'm due to
become an Admiral, flying a desk. Right here in San Francisco.

We're looking to buy a house north of the bridge.

The other day I was surprised to discover I hadn't thought of Annika
for the longest time.

And I think B'Elanna is a better lover, anyways.

As for sex between pregnant women, its pretty amazing what can be
accomplished even if you're ten months or nine and three-quarters of a
month along.

We're both overdue. C'est la vie.

Still .... life can be good.

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End -- Klingon Interruptus