DISCLAIMER: I'm just having fun with the Star trek characters but the story is my own and can't be copied except for personal use. It may not be posted at another site without my permission. Edited SDerkins. ©2006.
WARNING: This is also a romance between two women and written for adults. Please feel free to read something else if this would offend you. Not much vulgarity except here and there. So don't say I didn't warn you.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
Starfleet Academy Mystery
At promptly 1900 hours Seven of Nine activated the door chime to the home of Admiral Janeway. The former Borg admitted to her self that she was curious about the Admiral's new wife. Then the person of her curiosity answered the door. A beautiful and tall Klingon woman, who could, surprisingly, look the statuesque blonde in the eye. The woman smiled warmly and motioned her in.
"You must be Seven of Nine. Come in, please. I am L'Hur."
Janeway's voice came from the kitchen area. "Have a seat, Seven, I'll be out in a moment."
Seven grew worried. She hoped Kathryn wasn't cooking. She was still new to eating solid foods and didn't believe her stomach could handle such stress to her system.
L'Hur must have read her worried expression. "Don't worry. She's just setting the table and didn't do any of the cooking."
Seven's look of relief was brief when L'Hur had added that she had prepared the meal instead. Klingon food wouldn't be less challenging. The idea of eating gagh made her stomach clench in dread.
The Klingon chuckled. "I am a fine chef and can fix human dishes. Not only that, I can run a replicator with the best of them." Seven nodded graciously as she wondered how many more emotional gamuts they would run her through.
After the meal, which Seven had thought delicious, she asked to speak privately with Kathryn. L'Hur nodded and told her mate she would go to the den and work on some reports. She gave her a soft peck then left the room.
Kathryn waited for Seven to begin but the young woman seemed at a loss of words. She decided to take matters into her own hands. "So, what did you wish to speak to me about?"
Seven squirmed a bit then looked the Admiral in the eyes. "I wish to know how you chased and captured your mate," Seven asked suddenly, causing the older woman to choke on her coffee.
"What?" Kathryn asked in shock.
"Kathryn, I am attempting to pursue B'Elanna Torres and wish to know how to proceed."
Kathryn cleared her throat. "Well, Seven, I wish I could help you but in all honesty I suddenly found myself married. She wasn't exactly quick in courtship but once she decided to pounce it was at warp speed. I blinked and almost missed the courtship," Janeway admitted with a wry grin.
"Thank you, Kathryn, you have given me an insight that may well aid me."
"You're welcome," Janeway replied, having no idea what she had said that was of use but suspected B'Elanna was in big trouble.
B'Elanna was preparing to leave the campus on her first two-day pass. She was anxious to see her daughter, Miral, who would be nineteen months old on Saturday. The short time she had been separated from Miral seemed like a year.
She picked up her travel bag and was heading out the door when K'Trina entered their room. "Hey, where are you going for your two days of freedom?" the Klingon asked.
"I'm going to visit family," B'Elanna replied. She thought it best to come as close to the truth as possible.
The tall cadet looked worried then offered to walk with her to the transport station. The Captain groaned inwardly. Her roommate was feeling too damned protective ever since the other night. She had to shake her watch dog.
"Oh, no, that's okay. I'm walking directly there. See you Sunday evening K'Trina." With that, she quickly left the room.
B'Elanna left the building but without looking she knew she was being followed. Using skills learned from the Maquis she gave the Klingon the slip and jumped into a transport shuttle before her roommate could catch up. She punched in the coordinates and sat back.
She arrived at Tom's home a few minutes later. She activated the door chime. Tom opened the door and greeted her with a friendly hug before tugging her into the apartment. Inside, B'Elanna spotted her daughter in her playpen. She couldn't help but grin when she noticed her daughter having a class A temper tantrum.
Okay, it was time to do her stern mother bit and get her willful daughter to behave. "Miral, stop that nonsense this minute!" she barked out.
The little girl lifted her dark eyes and hiccuped as she heard her mother's voice. Miral looked at B'Elanna with a puzzled expression because of the cosmetic surgery that had altered her face. "Mama?"
"Yes, sweetheart, Mama is here," B'Elanna crooned, picking up the little girl.
Miral sighed. Mama may not look the same but her scent was and she snuggled contentedly into her mother's arms. After a few minutes of holding her close and stroking her back, the exhausted child fell asleep. B'Elanna placed her into her crib and covered her with a blanket. Tom still kept the apartment too cool.
The adults sat down to chat and B'Elanna noticed the dark circles under her ex-husband's eyes. "She's wearing you out, huh?"
"Yeah. It's unbelievable how much energy she has." Tom looked at B'Elanna and patted her hand. "She's been crying for you almost every night. How much longer do you think this investigation is going to take?"
"I have no idea," she admitted with a sigh. "We made very little headway so far." She told him what they knew at this point. Tom had felt anger at the male who had attacked his ex wife but knew she could more than take care of herself against anyone unarmed. However, a phaser could even the odds.
"Lanna, promise me you'll not take any unnecessary risks. You have a little girl who needs you," he reminded her. He then changed the subject. "Are you going to stay here tonight or take Miral back to your apartment?"
B'Elanna thought it over. "I'll take her to my place so I can focus on her for a whole day."
"Okay, I'll pack up a few things to tide you over," he offered. He watched B'Elanna lift her daughter and shoulder the overnight bags. Their daughter didn't even stir. He summoned a transit shuttle and programmed it so she didn't have to. He waved as they moved away.
B'Elanna entered her apartment and carried Miral into the nursery to lay her down. Her daughter didn't even stir. B'Elanna crept out of the room quietly and sighed. Even having Miral in the next room helped her jangled nerves settle down.
She took a shower as her daughter slept and got into her own sleepwear since she certainly didn't plan on going anywhere until late tomorrow. She and Miral would play and cuddle until then.
She felt sensual pleasure as the cool, black silk glided along her skin. It reminded her how long it had been since her last romantic evening with anyone. She sighed and closed her eyes, remembering the all too brief kiss she had shared with Seven. Oh great. Now her motor was purring and she had no where to go. If this kept up she would have to take matters into her own hands.
The door chime sounded. B'Elanna huffed and grabbed a robe. She was not only aroused she had to deal with company as well.
She entered the living area and asked who it was.
"Seven," came the husky reply.
"Speak of the devil," B'Elanna muttered and told her to enter.
The half-Klingon woman didn't even get to ask why she was there. The blonde grasped her arm firmly and pulled her into her arms even as her mouth captured her lips in a slow sensual kiss.
B'Elanna allowed it for a long moment then pushed against Seven until she broke the kiss. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I told you B'Elanna Torres, that I was going to chase you," she said smugly.
B'Elanna felt torn. She wanted to grab the woman and do the things she had been thinking of earlier and resenting that Seven was interfering with her time alone with Miral. She shook with indecision then growled.
"Okay, that's it!" she snarled and drew back her fist to pop the cocky Borg in the nose. Only it never connected. Seven's enhanced reflexes stopped the blow from landing and began curling B'Elanna's fingers until her own short nails dug into her palms. B'Elanna's nostrils flared when she could smell the scent of blood mingled with her own arousal.
Seven's blue eyes refused to look anywhere but the Klingon's brown eyes even as she lifted their joined hands and licked at the small trickle of blood.
B'Elanna could only hear the thundering of her own heart as her Klingon blood boiled and a deep rumble came up from deep inside her. She was being quickly driven to blood fever as she shot out her free hand to capture the nape of Seven's neck. She wanted to breathe in her scent and take her as her own.
"Mama!" Miral cried from her room.
It took a few seconds for her world to snap back into focus once maternal instincts fought for dominance. She pushed Seven away from her with a growl and spun on her heels to check on her daughter.
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