Penchant to Dream – Night Three
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Warning: Contains f/f graphic scenes.
Rating: Adult (Do not read at work!)
Revision History: 04/30/05
Summary: To dream yet again. Not related to any other ongoing
tales :) Erotica
B’Elanna sat down on the bed and stared into space uncertainly.
Today had certainly been interesting. She had caught Seven
staring at her at least six times with a look that she was
absolutely certain never seen on the Borg’s face before. It had
been an odd mixture of curiosity, wonder and, at times, what
B’Elanna would have unhesitatingly interpreted as desire if it
had been on anyone else.
Each time as soon as Seven realized that B’Elanna was looking
her way Seven turned away quickly and became engrossed in her
work. At first B’Elanna had dismissed it as a figment of her
imagination, a byproduct of the dreams she had been having. By
the fourth time B’Elanna realized that she wasn’t imagining
things, and had whipped her head around in time to return
Instead of giving her trademark Ice Princess look, Seven had
looked flustered at being caught staring and had dropped her
eyes back to the control panel and not looked back up. The next
time B’Elanna noticed she had simply continued working and
watched Seven’s reflection in the display panel trying to figure
out what the woman was staring at.
The answer was her, Seven’s eyes wandered up and down her
figure, flickering to focus on her hands quite frequently.
“Their just dreams.” B’Elanna whispered into the empty room.
She hadn’t actually been touching Seven, tasting Seven, taking
Seven and feeling her come around her fingers and then last
night so intimately against her own flesh. It was just a dream,
there could be no connection between it and the way Seven had
looked at her today.
It had been a very difficult day for Seven. After the previous
night’s dream, she had found it almost impossible to focus on
her work with B’Elanna standing only a few feet away.
Seven had been embarrassed when B’Elanna had caught her staring
at her. Embarrassed because her attention had been on the half
Klingon’s hands, remembering exactly how they had touched her in
the dream, and what she had felt as a result. Seven had been
certain that the Lieutenant would detect her arousal, but she
had only looked puzzled for a long moment then turned back to
After that she had been more careful in her perusal of the
After Alpha shift ended Seven had begun researching every bit of
data she could find on sexuality. This time focusing on the
physical aspects of it, specifically information on how to
please another female. Seven hoped that the nature of the dream
would change and she would be the one allowed to touch, when
that happened she wanted to be certain that she would know what
Her research completed, Seven stepped into her alcove
unhesitatingly, feeling a thrill of anticipation as she
initiated the regeneration cycle.
It was like being caught in some type of web, no matter how she
struggled she could not force her limbs to move. The most she
could manage was a slow clenching of her hands.
She began to panic, throwing all her efforts into breaking free
of whatever force was holding her captive.
Then she felt something and paused in her efforts to try and
listen over the rapid panting of her breath. There it was again
and this time she knew for certain what it was, a hand trailing
down her arm, then grasping her clenched fist gently.
The very same action she had took the previous night when she
realized her dream lover was afraid. The thought calmed her, and
her breathing slowed as the other woman’s thumb rubbed
soothingly over the top of her hand.
When she unclenched her hands, the woman with one final gentle
stroke let them go. Before she could miss the touch it was back,
this time as a trailing touch along her forehead ridges and down
the side of her face.
She was not surprised when the next thing she felt was soft lips
moving against her own. Tonight though, there was none of the
uncertain learning of the previous night. Lips moved, almost
aggressively, against her own and when she gasped at a gentle
nip the woman unhesitatingly deepened the kiss.
Two hands threaded fingers through her hair, tilting her head
slight sideways before the woman claimed her mouth. The feel of
the woman’s tongue thrusting against hers caused her to groan.
Deciding to reclaim the initiative, she sucked strongly on the
tongue invading her mouth and then gently raked her teeth along
the sides. With satisfaction she heard the other woman’s moan.
She was surprised when the woman’s tongue withdrew from her
mouth and began a delicately light tracing of her lips. Pursuing
it the woman’s tongue with her own, she realized this was what
the woman wanted when she found her tongue being suckled on
strongly. She shuddered when she felt the pressure of teeth
scrape along the sides.
The lips left hers and she wanted to protest, only to sigh with
renewed arousal as she felt them again, this time trailing along
her jaw toward her throat. Her eyes which had been open and
straining to see something in the stygian darkness finally
closed as she concentrated on the feel of the other woman’s lips
on her skin.
So focused was she on the lips trailing down her throat that the
hands cupping her breasts caught her by surprise. Finger tips
gently rubbed over her nipples, one warm skin, the other warm
metal. She arched into the touch seeking more contact.
The fingers kept stroking her lightly, exploring the shape of
her breasts and occasionally gently rubbing over the nipples. A
puff of air over one sensitive tip was all the warning she had
before it was enclosed in a warm mouth. She moaned at the
contact and wished desperately that she could talk; if she could
she would beg to be touched more firmly instead of teased with
these light, gentle touches.
Gentle suction, tongue, teeth, the crest of her right breast was
treated to all of these. At the same time the metal tipped
fingers continued lightly caressing her other breast. When the
warm mouth left her breast she cried out in protest only to moan
her approval when it closed upon the nipple of the left.
Tongue and teeth lavished attention upon their new territory
evoking strongly pleasurable sensations. Unable to utter
anything else she cried out her pleasure hoping it would spur
the woman to more passionate touches.
Suddenly the orientation of the darkness changed and she felt as
if she were no longer held upright but was now lying prone. The
sudden sensation of the woman’s naked body pressed down against
her own confirmed the orientation change, but she found that she
was much less interested in the change than the sensual feel of
the woman’s skin against her own.
Instinctually she lifted her hips and with a twisting motion
ground herself against the woman’s firm stomach. A sudden intake
of breath and a sighing moan from the woman rewarded her.
Fingers trailed down her back and over her ass then hands
gripped her and pulled her hips firmly against the woman’s body.
The woman’s hands held her firmly for a moment longer then
loosened their hold. At the same time the woman’s attention to
her breast changed, the tongue’s strokes became firmer, teeth
scrapped over the nipple a little harder. She arched her back
and pressed her breast against the woman’s mouth and moaned her
The hands lightly gripping her ass slowly slid down and inward,
gliding smoothing toward more sensitive flesh. Between
anticipation of where those hands might end up and the tongue
flicking firmly over her nipple she felt her arousal increase
exponentially. Instead of touching her intimately though, they
continued downward, and pulled her legs slightly apart then slid
back up to rest on her waist.
She moaned in frustration, then her breath caught for a moment
as she felt the lips leave her nipple and start gliding downward
along her stomach. At the same moment the woman’s hands slid
downward again, over the muscular curves of her rear, and then
inward. This time they drifted inward enough to just brush the
hairs covering her sex.
Seeking to force the teasing fingers into a more intimate
contact she thrust her hips downward, only to have the hands
curl around her inner thigh and stop touching her. She growled
with frustration at the cessation of the desired contact. As
soon as she stilled the hands slid upward and gently touched her
The message was clear, move and the woman would stop touching
her, stay still and she had a better chance of getting what she
wanted. Incredulous, she wondered just when the woman above her
had learned how to tease and subtly dominate so well, as far as
she knew the ex-Borg hadn’t had any sexual experience at all.
She stopped herself, reminding herself that the woman above her,
touching her so gently, was her dream lover, it could not
possibly, in any way, absolutely not, be the actual woman who
was undoubtedly, peacefully regenerating in the Cargo Bay.
The woman’s finger tips slid ever so slightly into her, dragging
her attention away from her musing as to the woman’s identity,
and sharply focusing it on what the woman was doing. Finger tips
from both hands slid ever so slowly over the tender folds of
skin, gathering the moisture there and spreading it about. She
held still and they rewarded her by stroking just inside her
then withdrawing and stroking the skin just outside, then
returning and going slightly deeper before withdrawing again.
Over the pleasure of the woman’s touch she was also hyper
sensitively aware of the fact that the woman’s lips had reached
the edge of the curling hair of her sex. The fingers that had
been so wonderfully teasing her left as the woman settled
between her legs, then returned this time drifting down from the
front of her thighs.
Instead of sliding down to touch inside her again, the fingers
gently spread her apart exposing the sensitive skin to the
darkness. Even though she knew that the woman could not see her,
the sensation of being so open left her feeling vulnerable. It
also left her highly aroused at the thought of the woman’s
mouth, which she knew was so very near, upon that flesh.
The sensation of finger tips sliding along the exposed flesh
caused her to moan and instinctively thrust her hips toward the
woman’s touch. She let out a protesting sound as she realized
what she had done, not wanting the woman to withdraw. To her
surprise it didn’t, and for some reason the vision of ex-drone’s
face appeared in her minds eye with that irritating knowing
smirk of hers playing on her lips.
Even though the vision of that knowing smile irked her, she had
to admit if the roles were reversed, and she were playing this
game, she would be smirking by now too. Then such thoughts were
wiped away when she felt the fingers renew their exploration
gliding up and down and among the soft folds of flesh.
They drifted tantalizingly close to where she desperately wanted
them, but never touched the sensitive nub that she wanted them
to. The woman continued teasing her for several moments until
finally she felt what she had been wanting so badly. At first
she thought the woman was touching her with her fingers, then
she realized that the touch was a tongue right before the
woman’s mouth closed over her intimately and began giving the
sensitive nub exquisite attention.
At the same time the woman’s fingers slid downward and smoothly
entered her. The moan she uttered in response was one of pure
relief, finally the teasing was over. The woman’s fingers,
instead of beginning a thrusting motion, explored their new
environment, sliding over her inner walls. It wasn’t what she
had been expecting, and not exactly what she wanted, but that
didn’t mean it wasn’t arousing. And, she noted, one advantage of
those long fingers was that they could explore quite a lot of
Finally the fingers returned to the one spot inside that she had
suspected the woman was searching for in the first place and
began to stroke over it. Immediately she felt her desire build
and drew in an unsteady breath. She had to move, she couldn’t
stand it any longer.
Slowly she thrust herself against the woman’s touch and withdrew
only to repeat the motion. To her delight the woman didn’t stop,
and even encouraged the movement by picking up the motion with
her fingers. Driven by her own desire she increased the tempo of
She knew she was panting and crying out wantonly, but did not
care. The building pressure inside drove all rational thought
away except for the overwhelming need she had for the woman’s
continued touch. Finally, in one perfect moment, every muscle in
her body seemed to tighten and then waves of pleasure broke over
her shaking her in their wake for long moments. Afterward she
felt light headed, euphoric and definitely relaxed.
Somehow, the woman seemed to understand that the once was all
she needed. Another orientation change and now she was lying on
top of the woman, her head pillowed on full breasts. Letting out
a contented sigh, she surrendered to the boneless relaxation she
felt, and relaxed into the woman’s body.
B’Elanna awoke, reflexively reaching for the body that she had
been sleeping upon, only to realize that she was alone in her
bed. A moment of disappointment swept over her, before she shook
herself awake. She was still feeling a pleasant glow from the
dream encounter, which did not fade, even as she considered the
unlikelihood of Seven knowing enough about sex to act the way
her dream lover had.
Yet, she was becoming more and more certain that something
unexplainable was going on, there were too many coincidences
happening. First the odd way Seven had acted the day after the
first dream, her dream lover’s fear the second night, then the
desire she had seen in Seven’s eyes the previous day.
Somehow she was going to have to find out why Seven had thought
there was something wrong with her alcove, and whether or not
she had been having dreams that mirrored B’Elanna’s. Though if
she had… B’Elanna just didn’t want to think of that possibility.
Seven stepped out of her alcove feeling eight foot tall, all the
data from the dream encounter indicated that she had performed
successfully. There had been several things she had been
concerned about. That she might inadvertently damage the other
woman, that the woman might find her touch repulsive, that she
would be unable to stimulate the woman sufficiently for her to
Seven took a moment to evaluate her own reaction, and was
bemused to note that she was as proud of the fact that the other
woman had climaxed from her actions as she had been in the past
for doing something to save her new collective.
Abruptly her mood changed from elated to pensive, as she
considered her adversarial relationship with the object of her
dreams. Though they had been able to work together recently
without outbreaks of hostility. Perhaps some day…
Seven shook her head, perhaps it was her lack of humanity, but
she could not imagine Lt. Torres actually allowing her to touch
her the way Seven had in the dream.