I am Borg - Part 3 - Chapter 5
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Summary: Events following B’Elanna’s dream
B’Elanna sat up in bed staring about her, her hearts pounding
rapidly. “B’Elanna?” the sleepy sound of Seven’s voice came from
beside her and Seven’s arm wrapped around her waist. “What is
wrong?” came the more alert sounding question as Seven woke more
fully and realized how agitated the other woman was.
“I had a nightmare,” B’Elanna replied looking with relief at the
woman beside her whose normal skin tone reassured her that it
had just been a dream.
A hand came up and gently cupped her face. B’Elanna reached up
and held it with her own, turning it so the wrist was upright
and lowering her face to inhale the scent there deeply.
Reassured by the scent B’Elanna grazed her teeth over the
delicate skin tasting the unique combination of fragrances and
flavors that were Annika.
“B’Elanna?” came the questioning whisper, then “Lights 20%.”The
lights brightened just enough for the two women to see each
“reH bang larghlu” said B’Elanna in a low intent voice, her eyes
dilated and fixed on Seven’s face.
B’Elanna heard Seven’s breath catch as she realized that
B’Elanna had said ‘love is first smelled.’ The half Klingon
could clearly hear Seven’s heart rate speed up and felt the
increased flutter of Seven’s pulse under her lips which still
rested lightly against Seven’s wrist.
Seven awkwardly pulled herself upright without pulling her hand
from B’Elanna’s grip and stared intently into her face. “You are
no longer uncertain,” Seven stated.
“No, I understand now why we must be able to communicate mind to
mind. I don’t know if the dream was sent by M’ara or whether it
was my subconscious making the connections, but in the dream you
were assimilated because I couldn’t warn you. We were on a Borg
cube and I was separated from you by this force field and you
couldn’t hear me no matter how loudly I yelled,” B’Elanna’s eyes
grew haunted as she remembered the last betrayed look the dream
Seven had given her.
B’Elanna continued in a sure voice, “I won’t let that happen,
I’m certain we will need that connection in order to succeed.
I’m not going to let my fears hurt you… and besides I really
want to make love to you,” she admitted in a husky low toned
“It was only a dream B’Elanna, I was not there,” Seven reassured
her. “I do not want you to make this decision based upon the
fear of what might happen. I do not believe that will make a
good basis for a relationship.” This last was said with concern
evident in the tone of Seven’s voice.
“It’s not that, remember when I said that something was
bothering me about what M’ara had told us, that I felt there was
something I wasn’t understanding?” asked B’Elanna earnestly.
“Yes,” answered Seven with a nod and an intent look.
“This is it, I knew she wasn’t doing it just to stop us from
being together, I knew there was another reason. This is it,
being able to speak to one another mind to mind will be an
incredible advantage, and I think it will be critical to our
succeeding in whatever this task is.” B’Elanna paused, “It’s
enough for me to feel certain about this, I’m no longer afraid
to have you in here,” B’Elanna pointed to her head.
At Seven’s continuing uncertain look B’Elanna questioned, “Have
you changed your mind?”
“No!” Seven replied with certainty.
“Do you want to be my mate?” asked B’Elanna.
“Yes,” Seven replied simply.
Seconds later B’Elanna detected an increased musky undertone to
Seven’s scent that drove an involuntary growl of desire from
her. “Seven,” she said in a slightly desperate tone, staring
into eyes that had darkened to a stormy blue, concerned that
Seven might not be prepared for her to be as Klingon as she knew
she would be.
“You will not hurt me B’Elanna,” Seven reassured her, correctly
interpreting her sudden concern. When she still looked uncertain
Seven twisted her hand under B’Elanna’s light grasp and pulled
the darker woman toward her. She could see the surprised look in
brown eyes just before she took B’Elanna’s chin in her hand and
pulled her caramel toned face toward her. She lowered her face
to B’Elanna’s now exposed neck and opening her mouth slightly
raked with tongue and teeth from just below the ear downward,
growling deeply as she did so.
A responding growl from B’Elanna let Seven know she was arousing
the other woman with her actions. When Seven pulled back for a
moment B’Elanna’s eyes drifted shut and she was breathing
deeply. Looking at the willingly exposed cheek Seven knew that
her next action would seal what would follow for the rest of
their lives. She had done this once under the influence of
another personality and had always regretted that she could not
remember it, this time though she would.
With carefully calculated pressure Seven quickly made the mating
bite, just deep enough to break the warm caramel skin and bring
up the slightest amount of blood. With the hormones currently
raging in B’Elanna’s blood, Seven knew this would not feel
painful to her. Finishing the ritual Seven ran her tongue over
the newly made marks, listening to the aroused tone in
B’Elanna’s growl as she did so and said, “I have tasted your
blood, and it is sweet.”
Just then Seven’s exoskeleton made the change from silver to
blood red, the scent of Seven’s blood in the air drove a
strangled sounding “Annika,” from B’Elanna. B’Elanna roughly
pulled herself from Seven’s grip and turned to face her, eyes
fully dilated in arousal stared at Seven.
Seven returned the look in full measure and lifted her chin
defiantly, daring the other woman to prove she was strong enough
to take her. This action drew another growl from B’Elanna and
the not unexpected action of gripping Seven’s chin and
forcefully turning her face to expose the side of her face and
neck. Seven was careful to resist the pressure enough to satisfy
the demands of the dance they were playing out, yet not enough
that her enhanced strength would stop B’Elanna from actually
being able to turn her head.
Seven had already instructed her nanoprobes to duplicate the
effect increased hormones were producing in the half Klingon,
the bite she was about to receive would not be painful but
pleasurable. Knowing this she enjoyed fully the feel of
B’Elanna’s mouth trailing down her neck and in pleasurable
anticipation waited for what would follow. When B’Elanna’s teeth
broke her skin and then her tongue ran over the marks Seven
groaned aloud at the rush of pleasure that followed.
“I have tasted you, and your blood is sweet,” B’Elanna finished
the ritual. B’Elanna pulled away and looked at Seven, “Your
exoskeleton,” she said hoarsely.
“I did not consciously choose to change it,” said Seven. “It
seems appropriate though,” she admitted.
“Very,” agreed B’Elanna then pulled the blond woman toward her
and kissed her deeply. When B’Elanna pulled back she looked
intently into Seven’s face and satisfied with what she saw there
moved to straddle Seven’s legs. B’Elanna hesitated and then
looked directly into Seven’s eyes and in a husky voice that left
no doubt as to the depth of her desire, “I want to see you.”
Seven raised her arms in reply and B’Elanna reached down, pulled
the silky blue top upward and off, then paused and stared as if
mesmerized at what was now revealed to her. “So beautiful,” she
said after a moment and more gently reached out to cup Seven’s
shoulders and pushed her backward until she was lying prone on
B’Elanna’s eyes traced the flowing lines of Seven’s exoskeleton
and the full curves of her breasts then she let her fingers
trace the same path. When Seven gasped and arched in response
under her at B’Elanna’s touch on her exoskeleton B’Elanna
realized how sensitive it was with a smile. Taking intense
satisfaction in every gasp, every reflexive arch, every suddenly
indrawn breath Seven made, B’Elanna delicately traced her way
along the interweaving banding until she was stroking the
delicate skin of Seven’s breasts.
Seven made a desperate sound at the continuing maddeningly light
touch on the sides of her breasts and looked pleadingly at
B’Elanna. The darker woman growled, bent and took the peak of
one breast into her mouth, suckling hard upon it and rolling her
tongue around the nipple. A strangled moan erupted from Seven at
the intensity of the contact and she bucked her hips into
B’Elanna who was straddling her.
A possessive growl and increased downward pressure to hold her
in place was B’Elanna’s initial response, the grasping of her
hands and sudden move to pin them to the bed was B’Elanna’s
second. B’Elanna continued her attentions to Seven’s breast,
enjoying the reactions they produced from Seven. Now she flicked
her tongue rapidly across the nipple and fought to hold the
writhing woman down as Seven tried to increase the contact
Satisfied that she had paid enough attention to the one breast
B’Elanna switched to the other and enjoyed the strangled “Yes,”
this action evoked from Seven. B’Elanna was determined to drive
Seven to the point where the Borg in her would quit analyzing
things and the woman could only react to what she was doing to
her. To this end B’Elanna was determined to control her Klingon
desire to immediately claim Seven and take all the time needed
to reduce Seven to a point where she would stop thinking about
what was happening to her and just experience it.
After several minutes of this B’Elanna alternated it with gently
raking her teeth along the sides of Seven’s breasts being
careful not to hurt her, during all this the woman’s responses
grew less and less restrained. Finally B’Elanna moved to the
exoskeleton bands on Seven’s stomach and began exploring them
with her tongue, inhaling deeply the slight blood scent they
It was then that she realized how sensitive the bands were, she
knew Seven had control over how much feeling she had through
them and it was obvious from Seven’s reaction that they were
currently much more sensitive than her skin. When Seven’s
writhing grew more desperate and her breathing irregular,
B’Elanna judged that Seven had finally stopped thinking about
what she was feeling and was fully experiencing it.
B’Elanna groaned; pulled Seven’s pants over her hips, down her
legs and threw them to the floor. She paused a moment and took
in the full body view of her lover before quickly stripping off
her own clothes and returning to Seven. B’Elanna lightly traced
the intertwining lines of banding down Seven’s sides and
followed it over the front of her hips and down the front of her
B’Elanna enjoyed watching how Seven whimpered and moaned under
her touch, finally after a long teasing moments of this she
moved to where she could lie between Seven’s legs. B’Elanna
nipped Seven slightly harder over her right hip and growled
possessively; “mine,” before kissing her just where the curled
blond hair began.
Seven groaned and arched upward, “Yes, yours,” she agreed
raggedly. “B’Elanna, please.”
Inhaling the scent of Seven’s moisture B’Elanna nipped, kissed
and licked Seven’s inner thighs and occasionally the banding
near them, but never once going near where she knew Seven wanted
her to touch. B’Elanna watched as Seven opened her legs wider to
her, finding the sight intensely arousing as Seven offered
herself to her and noting with satisfaction the moisture
gathering on the curled hairs.
“B’Elanna please touch me,” Seven finally pleaded.
B’Elanna hovered over the moist curls and ever so gently tasted
them with her tongue, learning the taste of Seven. A whimper
escaped Seven and B’Elanna felt the blood pound through her
head, “Mine,” she growled.
“Yours, now!” a suddenly frustrated Seven growled back and
B’Elanna suddenly had a hard time not laughing, she did grin
though in satisfaction before she obeyed the demand and buried
her tongue deep in the tender flesh. An almost exulting cry
greeted this, and Seven began rocking slowly in response to the
up and down dance B’Elanna’s tongue was performing across her
most intimate flesh.
B’Elanna had let go of Seven’s wrists earlier and now she
wrapped her arms under Seven’s bent legs and across the top of
her hips, anchoring herself so she could move with Seven. Moving
her head from side to side she buried her face deeper into Seven
and listened to the almost continuous moans Seven was now
B’Elanna set up a rhythm between thrusting her tongue deeply
into the blond woman’s depths and then moving upward to suck
Seven’s sensitive nub into her mouth and flick her tongue hard
over it several times. Seven’s motions became more pronounced
and B’Elanna could feel the flesh under her mouth twitching and
contracting in response to her attentions. Seven was now lifting
B’Elanna off the bed with every lift of her hips.
B’Elanna could just see Seven’s face, her eyes were closed, the
skin of her face and neck was flushed and the muscles stood out
in taunt relief in her arousal and she was breathing in
irregular pants through her open mouth. Suddenly Seven’s
movements changed, became more pronounced and she arched her
head fully back. B’Elanna began focusing on Seven’s nub and
flicked her tongue as fast as she could over it.
Seven began rocking more quickly, her hips going up, her head
back, then returning to the bed and curling her head up
slightly. B’Elanna felt a particular pressure rising in her
head, a certain tightness across the forehead as she watched
this intently; knowing that Seven was very close now. Finally
she felt the muscles under her mouth clench and release in waves
and her face was bathed in moisture.
Just as that happened Seven’s hips arched upward violently,
B’Elanna could hear and feel her head snap back against the bed
and a hoarse inarticulate cry came from her. B’Elanna closed her
eyes focusing on the wonderful feeling of Seven climaxing
against her mouth and felt waves of mental release wash over her
just before she came as well, though it was not nearly as
B’Elanna stayed where she was and moving her face in a wide
motion ran her tongue over Seven in broad motions from the top
of her to the bottom causing Seven to continue to climax in
smaller reactions after the first. Finally after almost full two
minutes Seven’s body went limp. B’Elanna could feel light
aftershocks twitching the flesh beneath her tongue and after
they had faded away as well she finally lifted herself away from
B’Elanna straightened and moved up along Seven’s body to look
into the fully relaxed face, ‘very relaxed’ thought B’Elanna as
she noted that her eyes were closed and she appeared to be
sleeping. ‘Oh yea,’ thought B’Elanna cockily as she realized
that Seven was not entirely conscious at the moment. ‘Mine,’ she
said to herself feeling a rush of intense emotion for the woman
A moment later Seven’s eyes fluttered open and she swallowed
abruptly and turned her head toward B’Elanna. Seven looked
wonderingly at B’Elanna, “B’Elanna…,” Seven stopped apparently
at a loss for words.
“More than you expected?” asked B’Elanna and smiled pleased at
Sevens wordless acknowledging nod. B’Elanna raised a hand to
gently touch Seven’s cheek where she had bitten her. “It didn’t
“No, did I hurt you?” asked Seven.
“No, it didn’t hurt at all,” B’Elanna assured her. Noting how
her face had a soft, vulnerable appearance to it, B’Elanna moved
up the bed and opened her arm’s invitingly. Seven quickly
accepted and laid her head down on B’Elanna’s chest and threw an
arm and leg over her, snuggling up as close as she could
B’Elanna bent her head, took in a long deep breath of her
lover’s scent and wrapped her arms protectively around Seven.
Running a soothing hand up and down Seven’s back B’Elanna was
not surprised when Seven fell asleep quickly. ‘Good timing,’
B’Elanna thought to herself just before she drifted off, ‘We
both have today off.’
When she awoke to gentle kisses and nibbles along her jaw line,
B’Elanna realized that Seven was straddling her and had her
hands pinned to the bed. Noting that she was awake Seven gently
licked the now healed mating bite on her cheek and then moved
down to rake her teeth down the side of her neck Seven was not
surprised to hear an aroused growl from B’Elanna in response.
Seven was determined to perform well at making love to the
caramel skinned woman. Having B’Elanna make love to her had been
much more of an intense experience than she had imagined in her
dreams, and she desperately wanted to do the same for B’Elanna.
Seven had read about how physical intimacy could be an
expression of love, but she hadn’t realized how intensely it
would affect her feelings for B’Elanna. Right now she wanted to
surround B’Elanna, touch her intimately everywhere, claim her,
possess her, and most of all feel her come and cry out because
of what she was doing to her.
Seven was however, uncertain how to proceed; B’Elanna had been
much more tender and gentle with her than her research indicated
Klingon’s usually were; she wasn’t certain whether it was due to
B’Elanna being half-human or due to the fact that Seven was
human. She decided to follow B’Elanna’s lead from when she had
made love to her. She would be dominant but gentle and see if
that was pleasing to B’Elanna.
Thus, when B’Elanna tested the grip she had on her wrists Seven
did not let her even move her hands the slightest amount.
Glancing at the caramel toned face Seven verified that she was
not distressed and was reassured by the aroused look in
B’Elanna’s eyes and the scent she was giving off. Seven lowered
her lips to B’Elanna’s and nipped gently at the lower one, when
B’Elanna parted her lips she deepened the kiss, running her
tongue over B’Elanna’s teeth the way she knew the other woman
“You are my mate,” Seven informed B’Elanna boldly when she
pulled away and received only a challenging look in reply.
Seven took up the challenge willingly, biting B’Elanna with
gentle firmness at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. When
she moaned in response and bucked underneath her Seven widened
the distance between her knees on the bed and pressed more
firmly down across B’Elanna’s hips, holding her in place.
Seven wasn’t certain if B’Elanna would respond to this in a
Klingon fashion or not, but when B’Elanna twisted and bucked
again Seven knew that at least in this she was following her
Klingon instincts and challenging Seven’s dominance of her. She
knew that B’Elanna would continue to test her until she was
satisfied that Seven would be a suitable mate whereupon she
would submit to Seven’s touch.
Seven’s mouth wandered down over B’Elanna’s chest, marveling at
the soft smooth caramel colored skin under her lips. With
reverence she let her lips explore the rising line of one breast
until she reached the top and groaned in satisfaction as she
enclosed the hardened nipple. Seven listened with satisfaction
to the rather loud growl moan that B’Elanna made in response to
Seven continued with light teasing strokes of her tongue until
B’Elanna demandingly lifted one shoulder and thrust her breast
deeper into Seven’s mouth. In response Seven opened her mouth
wider and suckled as much of B’Elanna’s breast into her mouth as
she could and flicked her tongue rapidly over the nipple.
A strangled sounding, “Yes,” from B’Elanna followed by a moan
let Seven know she was reacting correctly. After several long
moments of this she switched her attention to the other breast,
being careful to pay it the same amount of attention, 8 minutes
precisely. When Seven slid further down B’Elanna’s body and
began working her way across her stomach B’Elanna willingly
opened her legs and let Seven lie on the bed between them.
Seven released B’Elanna’s wrists, knowing that this meant that
B’Elanna had accepted her love making and gripped her hips
firmly instead as she trailed her lips across the line where
skin gave way to brown curls. An entreating moan came from
B’Elanna at this action and Seven’s breath caught in her throat
in wonder when B’Elanna bent her knees and opened herself up to
Seven marveled at the dusky rose pinkness revealed to her gaze
for a moment then reverently lowered her head and ran an
explorative touch over the exposed tender skin. Seven had
enjoyed B’Elanna’s higher body heat when she had run her lips
over her skin, this flesh though was even warmer and Seven hoped
that her mouth didn’t feel unpleasantly cool to B’Elanna.
Seven spent the first minute learning B’Elanna’s taste then she
began experimenting with different strokes of her tongue, narrow
tip only strokes and then broad flat strokes. Carefully
monitoring B’Elanna’s responses Seven quickly learned what was
most pleasing to her. She had been imagining just this moment
for the past few days and thinking of the ways she wanted to
touch B’Elanna. One of the things she knew wanted to do was to
be inside her.
Increasing the sensitivity of the exoskeleton of her hand Seven
slid two fingers through the dusky rose folds, moistening the
fingers thoroughly and almost forgetting to continue stroking
B’Elanna with her tongue at the sensation. Reminding herself
that this was about B’Elanna’s pleasure and not her own, Seven
resumed the delicate tracing she was performing with her tongue
along the Klingon sensitive ridge of flesh that ran from a very
human clitoris down and then inside her.
Seven had been gently stroking from the sensitive bud of flesh,
down the ridged line and back again, now she slid two fingers
into B’Elanna, groaning against her as she did so at the
sensation of being enclosed in warm, moist, soft flesh. B’Elanna
had been rocking against Seven’s mouth ever since she started
touching her with her tongue, now she paused and growled and
then a strangled, “More,” came from her as Seven felt the flesh
surrounding her fingers contract twice as if welcoming her.
Following the request Seven slid her fingers back out and added
a third and carefully entered B’Elanna again enjoying the
increased tightness around her fingers and carefully sliding
down the line of the sensitive ridge that continued from
“Kahless,” B’Elanna groaned and increased her rhythm.
Seven anchored herself firmly with one long arm and increased
the pace of her actions as well. Seven was starting to lose her
objectivity regarding what she was doing, lost in the sensations
of B’Elanna against her mouth and the intimacy of sliding in and
out of her. Seven found herself sliding her fingers almost
entirely out of B’Elanna and then swiftly thrusting them into
her and gliding two fingers down either side of the sensitive
ridge until she could go no further.
“Annika,” B’Elanna pulled on Seven’s shoulders, “up,” she
commanded, then, “stay inside me.”
Keeping her fingers inside B’Elanna, Seven levered herself up
B’Elanna’s body with B’Elanna’s help.
“Straddle my leg,” B’Elanna ordered and then bent her leg until
it was pressed firmly against Seven’s center. B’Elanna then
began moving again, only this time sliding her leg up and down
against Seven and holding onto her shoulders.
Seven quickly caught on to what B’Elanna wanted and matched her
movements, thrusting into B’Elanna as she rose toward her and
withdrawing as she pulled away. Soon Seven’s world consisted of
the sensation of sliding in and out of B’Elanna, the feel of
B’Elanna’s leg pressed against her and the intimacy of looking
into B’Elanna’s face as she made love to her.
“Mine,” Seven gasped with liquid emotion to B’Elanna.
B’Elanna’s eyes focused on Seven’s face, “Yours,” she agreed.
Seven lowered her head and kissed B’Elanna, thrusting her tongue
by instinct into her mouth in rhythm with her fingers and
eliciting a groan.
The two women continued to move together the tension building
until finally B’Elanna pulled Seven fiercely against her and
howled loudly as she came powerfully. Seven’s fingers were
gripped tightly and rhythmically as B’Elanna came, a sensation
she found so arousing that it drove her to own climax and with a
hoarse shout Seven followed B’Elanna holding onto her tightly in
What Seven did not realize was that the feel of her climax
against B’Elanna’s leg was having the same effect on B’Elanna,
causing her to respond once again. The two of them followed each
other in pleasure until they were exhausted finally stilling
against one another only when they could not possibly continue.
Seven breathed in deep gulps against B’Elanna’s neck, her body
quivering with exhaustion and noting that the other woman was
doing the same.
Seven finally rolled over, pulling B’Elanna with her until their
positions were reversed and B’Elanna was resting on top of her.
Holding her tightly Seven realized she did not want to let go,
part of her fought against the need she had for B’Elanna, but a
much greater part of her accepted and welcomed it. Slowly she
loosened her arms and pulled back enough to look into B’Elanna’s
They had discussed whether or not they were falling in love just
before M’ara told them what would happen the first time they
were intimate. Now looking into eyes that held as much wonder as
hers Seven knew there was no place she would rather be but in
B’Elanna’s arms. She felt warm, protected, cared for as well as
contented, peaceful and yet excited in a way. So many emotions,
yet they did not feel chaotic but harmonious. The last time she
had felt so many emotions that were harmonious in their totality
was when she looked at the Omega molecule.
Seven had known then that she was experiencing a moment of
perfection, now she knew she was experiencing another. “I love
you,” she whispered to B’Elanna.
B’Elanna’s eyes widened and brightened and she smiled
beautifully, pulling herself up along Seven she kissed her. “I
love you too,” B’Elanna whispered back when the kiss finally
ended. “Take the Oath with me?”
Seven searched B’Elanna’s face looking for any sign of doubt but
could find none. “Yes,” she replied simply.
B’Elanna reached up and traced the now healed marks on Seven’s
cheek, somewhat surprised they were still there. “jiH dok,”
B’Elanna said looking into Seven’s eyes.
“maj dok,” Seven completed as she touched the marks on
B’Elanna’s face as well.
B’Elanna grinned, “I should have asked if you knew the Oath but
somehow I thought you would.”
Seven flushed slightly, “I studied the Oath along with the
information about Klingon mating practices.”
B’Elanna considered this information, “Were you thinking of
exchanging it with me before today?”
“Ever since the Captain walked in on us after the end of our
first date I have been considering whether or not I would wish
to make the Oath with you,” admitted Seven.
B’Elanna’s eyes widened, then an unmistakable look of pride
crossed her face, “I kissed that good did I,” B’Elanna grinned
Seven quirked an eyebrow at this reaction and a look of
amusement crossed her face, “That did factor into my
deliberations,” Seven acknowledged.
Just then B’Elanna’s stomachs rumbled loudly interrupting their
conversation. “I agree,” said Seven, “It is time to eat, I am
quite hungry as well.”
B’Elanna reluctantly rolled off Seven and the two of them got
up, ate and showered. By the time they were done, both of them
admitted to being tired, though it was morning. Crawling back
into bed they curled up against one another and fell asleep with
B’Elanna resting on Seven’s chest.
Several hours later they awoke again. Seven, feeling B’Elanna
stretch against her, enjoyed the feel of heated bared skin
against her own and to her surprise found herself wanting to
make love to B’Elanna once again. Wrapping her arms around the
other woman she rolled over and reversed their positions with an
aroused growl, taking B’Elanna by surprise. Seven captured
B’Elanna’s lips with her own and claimed them kissing her with
all the rising passion she was feeling.
She was trailing her mouth across B’Elanna’s cheek where the
mating marks had been when she felt an odd texture underneath
her mouth just as a strangled sounding moan erupted from
“Kahless, that felt good,” gasped B’Elanna and then reached up
and felt her own cheek. “What?” she said in surprise.
Confused Seven pulled back and looked at where she had been
kissing. Radiating outward from the center of the mating bite
were angular shaped exoskeleton bands. They were black in color
with gold borders and red highlights forming a pattern on top of
the lacquered looking black. Other bands at the perimeter of the
spiral traced where the mating bite had been made and then
marched in a pattern up to the corner of B’Elanna’s left eye.
Seven’s first impression of the bands were how much like Klingon
writing they looked, but there the resemblance ended for they
were not Klingon letters or numbers. They did share the same
angularness and sharp points where they shifted direction
Then B’Elanna’s eyes fixed on Seven’s left cheek and her mouth
formed an O of surprise. “Seven your cheek,” she said and then
Seven felt the touch at the core of herself, and groaned at the
pleasure of it. Dimly she realized that she must have her own
set of newly exposed exoskeleton and its sensitivity to touch
was obviously set at maximum.
“It’s beautiful,” said B’Elanna tracing the spiraling lines with
her eyes, the design reminded her of filigree work, several
bands erupted from the center of the mating bite on Seven’s face
then twined with each other in a spiraling design that covered
the area of the mating bite and ended up merging with the
banding around Seven’s left eye.
“Well I guess there won’t be any keeping this from the rest of
the crew,” said B’Elanna with a rueful look at Seven.
Seven sighed, she had been hoping for a few days before they
were the prime source of gossip about the ship but obviously
that was not to be. “We will be a prime topic of conversation,”
“How do you control the sensitivity?’ questioned B’Elanna.
“Just think about the sensitivity reducing to the point of the
skin around it,” instructed Seven.
“Ah,” said B’Elanna touching her own face. “What does mine look
like,” she asked curious.
Seven smiled and then rolled out of bed and held out a hand.
B’Elanna took it and allowed herself to be pulled out of bed and
into the bathing room where she could see herself in the mirror.
Seven watched as B’Elanna examined the first signs of her
exoskeleton in the mirror. Listening intently she tried to
determine if she could hear B’Elanna and then reluctantly
concluded that she could not, doubtless her internal systems
were not completely formed yet.
“How long do you think it will be before the rest of it shows
up?” B’Elanna asked Seven looking at her reflection in the
“I would guess a few days,” replied Seven. “We should see the
Doctor to determine the rate of progress; doubtless you will
need to consume the same chemical drink that I did while my
Mularan systems developed. But you cannot until your systems can
handle the metallic compounds otherwise it will poison you.”
B’Elanna frowned, “I think I would rather just ask M’ara. And
that can wait until later today,” B’Elanna turned around and
stroked Seven’s cheek again and then caught Seven around the
waist as her knees buckled from the strength of her reaction.
“Definitely, it can wait till later,” B’Elanna said huskily.
Seven’s eyes opened dazedly, and met the fully aroused eyes of
her mate and nodded in complete compliance. It could definitely
wait until later.