Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Pairing: B'Elanna Torres/ Seven of Nine
Rating: NC17 to be on the safe side, but I think most could be read at work if you felt like it.
Disclaimer: Jungian consciousness yes. Fiscal ownership no. Storytelling tradition yes. Television rights no.
Archive: Yes, with permission please ( bearblue1@yahoo.com )
Words
by Katrina
B'Elanna looked up from the console
to find Seven of Nine standing
besides her. "Yeaow! Don't do
that!"
"Do not do what, Lieutenant Torres."
"Don't
sneak up on me like that."
Seven looked puzzled. "I
approached you as I normally do. There was no
sneaking."
B'Elanna
started to reply, then counted to three. "Why are you
here,
Seven?"
"Research."
The
half-Klingon counted to five. "Research about
what?"
"Communication. I have selected a series of
words and am doing a survey."
"Well, that would
explain the PADD in your hand. But why do a survey
on
communication? We have Universal Translators for a reason."
"In
the collective communication was exact. A message was sent and
then
it was received. Action was taken. There was no cringing. There
was
no blushing. There was no running away."
B'Elanna turned
to look more fully at the ex-drone. "Seven, What kind
of
words are we talking about here?"
"Do you wish to
take the survey?"
"No. But I'm curious about the
words."
The buxom blonde hesitated, then handed the PADD
to the Klingon. "I
request that you do not reveal the
substance of the survey to others,
as it will skew the
results."
The Klingon took the PADD and just nodded.
"Right. Okay."
She began reading.
Her
expression narrowed. Her lips pursed and twitched. She was
inhaling
and exhaling a bit raggedly.
"Lieutenant Torres?"
"Have
you... actually been using these words?" B'Elanna's
voices
pitched a little higher.
Once more Seven of Nine
looked puzzled. "I have."
"Mmh..." The
Klingon was still breathing strangely. She wouldn't look
up from
the PADD. " Uhm... well, hmmm." The snicker started, and
then
the laugh. Then the outright guffaw. "Oh
Kahless."
"Lieutenant?"
B'Elanna somehow
brought herself under control. She asked the next
question on her
mind. "Have you showed this survey to anyone else?"
There
was a pause. "You were the first."
Now the Klingon
was intrigued. "Why me first?"
"I ... wanted...
your input."
"My input."
"As you
are not taking the survey, I suppose it doesn't matter."
"No.
No. I'm curious now. What kind of input do you want from me."
"I
was most interested in your response to question number
five."
B'Elanna looked down at the PADD and read the
question. She looked
back up. "I'm afraid I'd have to say
none of the above, Seven. Not
one of those words ... appeal to
me."
"I see." The Borg reached for the PADD.
"Thank you for your honesty. I
won't bother you with this
again."
"Wait. Why did you want me, specifically, to
answer that question?"
Seven struggled. "I can not
answer your question effectively."
B'Elanna, whose nature
did make her observant, suddenly clued. "You
want
me."
"Clarify?"
"You desire
me."
Seven blinked and looked surprised and a bit
relieved. "That would be
... the word. That word is
acceptable? I can say that I desire you?"
B'Elanna was
temporarily speechless. Then she smiled. "Yes. You can
say
it."
"May I ask if you desire me?"
"Yes."
"Do
you desire me, Lieutenant Torres?"
B'Elanna Torres took a
moment to look at the PADD again and then
looked back at Seven of
Nine. "Yes. Actually. I do. Call me B'Elanna."
"B'Elanna."
Seven tasted the name like a fine wine. She gazed
intently at the
half-Klingon. "B'Elanna, I wish to..." She started and
then
paused. "... I..."
"You know, Seven, I think we
need to increase your vocabulary. But...
not like this."
B'Elanna pressed a button on the PADD and the contents
deleted.
"Let's go talk some more and I'll tell you what words
I
personally like to hear when it comes to aspects of...
desire."
Seven of Nine nodded. "Acceptable."
B'Elanna
grinned a toothy grin and took the other woman's hand to lead
her
out of Engineering. "Good."
End