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Romance in a Turbolift
By Katrina


"What are you doing here?"

"I was having a moment of privacy." Seven said archly. She laid the PADD in her hand down on the ground by where she was sitting, "Until you stepped in."

"Privacy? What do you mean?"

"I live in a Cargo Bay. I work in Astrometrics. I take a shower in Sick Bay. I needed a moment and it is Gamma Shift. It is rare to encounter people on this particular turbolift during Gamma Shift."

B'Elanna stood very still for a moment as she absorbed those details.

"You are blocking the door."

"Oh. Right. Uh. Mind if I come in."

"Of course not. It is a public utility."

B'Elanna stepped into the turbolift and tried to remember where she had been going. Her mind was occupied with other things. "Why not the holodeck?"

"Both are currently occupied. I contemplated a jeffries tube, but they are ... uncomfortable."

"Good point."

"So what are you doing?"

"Reading a romance novel. The doctor recommended I take up a hobby." Seven of Nine lifted the PADD. "This allows me to study two subjects at once."

"What are you reading?"

"The Hearts of a Warrior."

"You're reading a Klingon Romance Novel?"


There was a moment of silence. The turbolift still hadn't moved. "I read that about six months ago. What part of the story are you at?"

"K'tag was about to slay the Dmarka."

"Ooh. That's a good bit. Very violent. It's even better in the holodeck."

"There is a holonovel?"

"Oh yeah." B'Elanna settled down besides the ex-drone. She began to describe the holo-adventure in glorious, gory detail. Her hands moved excitedly and her facial expressions were very animated. When she neared the end of her description she was still carried away by enthusiasm, "So. Do you want to try it?"

Seven of Nine was staring at her in wonder. "Try what?"

"The holonovel."

"I am... intrigued. Yes."

"Excellent. It's a date."

Seven paled. "A date."

"Yep. How about after Alpha shift? I'll make the reservation."

"I..." Seven of Nine decided to brave it. "Yes."


"Lieutenant Torres?"

"Call me B'Elanna."

"B'Elanna. Would you be willing to demonstrate something for me? There is a... description here..." Seven of Nine picked up the PADD and pressed a few times. "It was very intriguing, but... I realized that I had nothing to compare it to."

She handed the PADD to the Klingon, who glanced at it and read the lines. Then B'Elanna blushed. "Seven, I'm not sure I should be the one to ..."

"Who else should I ask then?"

Oddly, everything within sight went a bit red for B'Elanna at that question. Or rather at the hostile thoughts towards potential others that the question brought to mind.

"B'Elanna. Are you all right?"

"Seven. I've changed my mind."

The blonde's expression changed from neutral to dismayed. "You do not wish to share the holonovel program with me?"

"What? No. I mean...."

Too much talk. There was too much talk going on right now. She grabbed the front of Seven of Nine's biosuit and physically hauled her close. Then she pressed a long, sweet kiss against the softness of Seven's lips. She felt a jolt of desire thrill through her just at that touch and moaned. The kiss deepened and became even sweeter, until she felt completely lost in it. She wasn't sure what brought her out, but there was a sense of change somewhere.

Then she realized the Turbolift was moving.

She drew back and noticed that Seven's eyes had closed. The Klingon whispered, "Does that help?"

Seven of Nine opened her eyes and stared into B'Elanna's. She spoke huskily, "Oh yes. It does."

The door opened and B'Elanna realized she still hadn't let go of Seven of Nine's biosuit. From a certain angle it probably looked like she was tugging the Borg in for a fight. She turned and growled at the poor crew person at the door. "This is a private turbolift. Find your own."

The confused being stepped out and away and the doors swooshed shut.

Then B'Elanna smiled at her Borg. "We're going to have to find you better accommodations. Gamma shift is way too busy."

The End

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