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Anniversaries, anniversaries...
By Rebelgirl

B'Elanna gently ran her fingers through her lover's hair, playing with the soft, blonde tresses as she rhythmically continued the caress. She smiled as she heard Seven sigh contentedly. "You okay?" the engineer enquired.

"The sensation is both pleasing and relaxing," Seven replied snuggling her head further into B'Elanna's lap.

"I love playing with your hair," the half-Klingon continued, her smile turning more indulgent by the second.

"That is fortunate, as I have no desire for you to desist you ministrations any time soon." Seven's words may have been formal, but her voice was gentle and thick with sleep.

"Did you want to go to bed?"

"I do not want ever to move from this position," Seven replied, rubbing her hand gently up and down B'Elanna's thigh.

"I know what you mean, honey," the brunette agreed readily.

Seven sighed once again. "B'Elanna, are you aware that we've been together for almost one terran year?"

The older woman laughed lightly. "Of course I'm aware. I just wasn't sure if you were into anniversaries or not."

"I have been conducting some research," Seven continued.

"You don't say," the Klingon interrupted, humour colouring her words.

Seven did not skip a beat. "Yes. It would appear to be common human practice to celebrate the anniversary."

"I'm not human darling," B'Elanna pointed out unnecessarily.

"You are half human. But I also conducted research into Klingon practice. They too celebrate anniversaries."

B'Elanna laughed. "You win that one. So what did your research tell you about the celebration of anniversaries?"

"It is usual custom to dine out in a dimly lit eating establishment, indulge in an excessive amount of nutrients and imbibe a toxic amount of alcohol."

"Is that human or Klingon practice?" B'Elanna asked, her eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown.

"Both." The answer was succinct.

The engineer laughed out loud. "Oh well, least we can honour both our heritages then."

"Did you wish to partake in this activity then?" Seven asked enquiringly.

"What, take you out for a romantic candle-lit dinner with fine food and fine wine? Of course I do. Nothing's too good for you my angel."

Seven squeezed B'Elanna's thigh lovingly. "Thank you." She paused before continuing. "I have come up with one minor problem though."

"What's that?"

"Defining our anniversary."

B'Elanna grinned impishly. "Oh yeah. That."

"When should we take the anniversary date from? Our first date? The first time we copulated.."

"Made love," B'Elanna corrected softly.

"Or even the first time we met," the Astrometrics Officer continued.

B'Elanna winced. "I don't think it should be the first time we met. Not unless we're celebrating pig-headed irrationality and cold arrogance day."

Seven raised an enhanced eyebrow. "Is there such an event?"

The older woman shook her head. "No. I was trying to be funny. Though clearly not very successfully."

"Well, when should we celebrate our anniversary?"

"I don't know darling. I know that technically, our first date was after we made love, and that making love wasn't exactly our intention that day."

B'Elanna broke off and grinned expansively as she recalled the events. She and Seven had finally called a truce to their hostilities when Captain Janeway had forced them to work on a new propulsion system for Voyager's engines. Seven's calm logic and B'Elanna's impulsive inspiration had got the project done in record time and both women had come to respect each other's methods. They had also begun to enjoy each other's company and shared off duty time together, realising that they had far more in common than they thought. Finally, after a late night working in one of the holodecks, B'Elanna had invited Seven back to her quarters for some replicated food and a glass of wine. Neither one of them could firmly state who initiated what, but somehow they had ended up in bed together, exploring, feeling and loving each other till exhaustion made them succumb to sleep. The next day, far from feeling sheepish or self-conscious, they enjoyed a light breakfast and planned their first date. It took place four days later at the completion of the project.

"We could take the date between the two events to be our anniversary," Seven suggested logically.

"No, I don't want that," B'Elanna demurred. "I'd like the anniversary to be remembering *something*." She paused for a moment as she thought. "We could have two celebrations," she proposed.

"That would be acceptable," Seven concurred. "Perhaps I should make the arrangements for one, and you can do the other one?"

"Great idea," B'Elanna praised. She grinned lasciviously. "Can I do the first anniversary?"

Seven sat up and looked at her lover. "You're planning something lewd aren't you?"

B'Elanna nodded enthusiastically. "Of course!"

Seven raised an eyebrow once again. "Then by all means you may organise the first anniversary." She smiled beatifically when she saw B'Elanna's excited reaction. "Perhaps we should retire to bed now. I suspect that I will need to sustain a high level of stamina in the next few days."

B'Elanna giggled as she got up and grabbed the younger woman's hand. "Well yeah, but there's nothing like a little stamina training to get us prepared now, is there?" And with that the two women went laughingly to bed.

The End

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