Disclaimer: Paramount owns 'em, I just have fun with 'em. No
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and profit from other people's characters and work.

Dedication: Dangermom is on the blame line this time, as it was
chatting with her that gave me this idea: "What would a drunken
Seven be like, and could Harry handle her?" Thanks to Jamelia,
Cheile, DangerMom and Julia for proofing and encouragement. And
special thank to Roxann Dawson, Robert Duncan McNeill, Garrett
Wang, and Jeri Lynn Ryan for their wonderful portrayals of these
characters.

"Lessons" P/T, K/7, NC-17 for heterosexual sex
Chris Dionne 3/1998


	B'Elanna Torres sat in Sandrine's alone sipping at a glass of
Scotch, and watched the rest of the crew around her unwind. It
had been a typical day on Voyager, endless repairs and
maintenance tasks that, by regulation, should only be performed
in spacedock, all somehow being done by her Engineering
department. *Not, to be brutally honest about it, without a bit
of help from a certain ex-Borg,* she thought with a wry grimace.
If anyone had said just a few short weeks ago that she would
eventually come to rely on Seven of Nine to assist in
Engineering, B'Elanna would have sent them to Sickbay to have
their head checked and, just maybe, their jaw repaired.
	She shook her head and took a long swallow, savoring the smoky
warmth of the drink Tom had introduced her to. She wasn't sure
how he had managed it, but somewhere in the programming of the
bar was an instruction set that caused a few bottles of true
single malt to be replicated every time the program was
activated. Technically it was against the rules for replicator
rations, but, since it was available to any who asked for it,
Tom could make a case that it was legitimate. B'Elanna was one
of the few who knew, and wasn't about to say anything, as she
had come to enjoy sitting and relaxing with a quiet glass now
and again. Especially times like now, when Tom was working Beta
shift, and she had to wait for him.
	Glancing up at the sound of the doors opening, she was
surprised to see the subject of her previous thoughts step
gingerly inside. *She looks as though she doesn't know whether
to step up to the bar or run back out the door,* B'Elanna
thought to herself as she watched the ill-concealed uneasiness
on Seven of Nine's face. Before B'Elanna could decide whether to
take pity on her or not, Sandrine stepped around from behind the
bar and walked up to her latest customer.
	"Ah, a new face graces my door sill," the holographic mistress
of the tavern said. "Please, do come in, relax, and enjoy
yourself."
	Seven arched one pale eyebrow, and B'Elanna knew what she would
say even before she heard the words. "Enjoyment is irrelevant.
And I see no purpose in relaxation. I am here to learn how to
interact socially with the crew of this vessel."
	Sandrine didn't bat an eye. Taking hold of Seven's elbow, she
steered her toward the bar. "Ah, but relaxation and enjoyment
are all part of socializing, cherie. I've not seen you here
before, but from what I've heard, you must be Seven of Nine; or
is it just Seven? I've heard you referred to as both."
	"Seven is sufficient. Where are you taking me?"
	"Why to the bar, cherie. That's what Sandrine's is. You come
here, have a drink, and spend time with your friends. Look
around, I'm sure you'll find some of them here tonight. Once we
get you served, you can join them." Having arrived at the front
of the bar, Sandrine released her hold and walked around it,
stopping in front of Seven, and noted the odd look on her face.
"What is wrong?"
	"I-- do not have any 'friends'," Seven replied quietly.
	"What's that? No friends?" Sandrine exclaimed. "On a ship like
this, you haven't a single friend? I don't mean to imply
anything, cherie, but I think you must be mistaken."
	"I am not," Seven declared. "There are people I work with, but
I have no friends among the crew."
	Sandrine wouldn't give in. "Look, ma petite, someone as pretty
as you must have a few admirers, n'est ce pas? Unless all the
men on this ship have suddenly gone blind, they can't help but
notice your body in that outfit, eh?" She waved a hand at Seven,
indicating the form fitting brown of her jumpsuit. "With a body
such as yours, no man has expressed interest?"
	"I have noticed that a significant portion of the male crew,
and a few of the female, do seem to watch me more often and for
longer periods than any other. But I understand that in and of
itself, that does not constitute friendship. The word which most
of the texts I have read associate with that behavior is lust."
	"Texts?" Sandrine couldn't believe her ears. "What do texts
have to do with friendships, socializing and lust? Hasn't anyone
offered to help you? A real person?"
	Seven thought for a moment. "Yes," she finally admitted. "Lt.
Paris has offered to assist me. He said he 'knew what it was
like to be the one on the outside'."
	Sandrine smiled gently. "Yes, that sounds like my Thomas."
	"Your Thomas?" Seven asked with a start. "I thought he and Lt.
Torres--"
	"No, no, cherie!" Sandrine laughed. "Not that way! Thomas and I
are friends for a long time you see, I knew him when he was at
his worst, and now that he is at his best-- I am very happy he
has finally found someone to love who loves him as he deserves.
But enough about Thomas and I, what would you like to drink?
Wine, ale, something cold and fruity?" Sandrine waved a hand
behind her, indicating the rows of bottles arranged on their
shelves.
	"I-- do not know. I have never consumed alcohol." Seven looked
around the bar, noting the wide variety of drinks in the hands
of various crewmembers. "I will have what Lt. Torres is
drinking."
	Sandrine looked a bit startled, then recovered her composure.
"Well, you're certainly starting strong." She reached under the
bar and came up with a clear bottle filled with a deep amber
liquid. "Macallan it is," she said, pouring an inch into a
tumbler. Looking out over the bar, she added another inch, and
poured another glass of the same. "Will you do something for me,
cherie?" she asked, handing Seven both glasses.
	Seven blinked. "Yes."
	"B'Elanna is just about empty. Take the other glass over to
her, will you, please?"
	Seven turned in the direction indicated, and taking a last
doubtful look at Sandrine, walked over to B'Elanna's table. "Lt.
Torres, I have brought you a new drink," she stated, placing the
glass in front of her.
	"Trying out for waitress, Seven?" B'Elanna joked, emptying her
old glass and setting it next to the new. Not hearing a
response, she looked up at Seven and was shocked to see a
distinct stiffening in her features. *By Kahless, I think I've
hurt her feelings! But she doesn't have any to--* B'Elanna broke
off the thought, remembering the way Harry, and to a lesser
extent, Tom had argued with her that Seven did indeed, have
feelings. As Seven turned to walk away, B'Elanna was struck by
the sudden realization that she had seen the expression Seven
was hiding before. Tom had worn it when he first came to
Voyager, but even earlier, she knew a small girl who had worn it
growing up after her Daddy had left.
	"Seven, wait," she said, standing and taking hold of a velour
covered elbow.
	"I do not wish to disturb you, Lieutenant," Seven replied
tonelessly. "I will leave now."
	B'Elanna felt her starting to try and walk away, and pulled her
back around to face her. "You're not disturbing me, Seven."
B'Elanna looked away for a moment, catching sight of Sandrine,
watching the proceedings with interest. She snapped her head
back around to look the taller woman in the eye. "Why don't join
me?"
	"I have no desire to intrude--" Seven began, stopping abruptly
as B'Elanna pulled her down to sit in the chair opposite the one
she had been occupying.
	Seating herself across from the thoroughly confused woman,
B'Elanna shook her head. "Look, Seven-- you're not disturbing
me, or intruding. I really don't feel like sitting here alone--"
	"Then why are you?" Seven interjected, staring intently at her.
	"Why am I?"
	"Yes, why are you sitting here alone?"
	B'Elanna took a sip of her drink before answering. "Probably
for the same reason you are," she replied.
	"I do not believe that to be so, Lieutenant. I am here to
attempt to learn how to socialize with my fellow crewmembers.
That is a skill you already possess. Therefore to be here to
learn how to do it would be redundant and wasteful of your
efforts. I have never observed those traits in you."
	"You've never observed--?" B'Elanna looked up sharply from her
drink. "You've been observing me?"
	Seven raised one pale brow. "Yes. I have been observing all the
crew. But in particular yourself, Lt. Paris and Ensign Kim. I
find the way the three of you interact as a group to be one of
the most useful examples for my studies in interpersonal
relationships."
	B'Elanna couldn't believe her ears. Seven was attempting to use
the lives and personalities of two of the most screwed up people
on the ship, and perhaps the most normal, as the basis for her
own personality? She took a long pull on her drink, and chuckled
ruefully. It was such an absurd situation that she couldn't
think of anything to say other than: "Are you going to drink
that, or just play with it all night?"
	In answer, Seven raised the glass to her lips, and before
B'Elanna could warn her, proceeded to swallow the entire
contents. The effect was nearly instantaneous, and quite
spectacular. Her eyes opened wide, and her hands began to
tremble as she lowered the glass to the table. Before it even
touched down, Seven drew in a deep, convulsive breath, and her
eyes tearing, began to cough.
	B'Elanna almost laughed out loud, then remembering the first
time she had tried Romulan ale, relented and reached out to pat
Seven between the shoulder blades as the coughing doubled her
forward. After a few seconds the worst of the spasms died away,
and B'Elanna looked around at the stunned faces staring their
way. "What?" she snarled. "None of you have ever swallowed
something the wrong way? Find something else to stare at!" All
eyes in the bar immediately turned away, back to what they had
been doing previously. After four years, the crew had learned
that the Chief Engineer was not to be taken lightly.
	Satisfied, B'Elanna turned back to her tablemate, who was now
staring at the empty glass in amazement. "That was
quite-interesting."
	"Not exactly to your taste, Seven?" B'Elanna asked.
	"I do not know, it was not altogether unpleasant, though
perhaps a bit harsh."
	"That's because you did it wrong," B'Elanna explained.
	"Wrong?"
	"Yes, you see this is a single malt whisky. It's meant to
sipped slowly and savored, not gulped down. If you want to do
that, have a blended whisky with water. That's the way to get
drunk, if that's what you're after."
	"Drunk? Blended whisky? Lieutenant--"
	B'Elanna shook her head. "Seven, we're not on duty. You can
call me B'Elanna. If you keep calling me Lieutenant, I'll never
get to relax. It makes me think the Captain is standing behind
me."
	"Very well, B'Elanna." The way she said it made it seem as
though she were trying the name on to see if it truly fit the
Chief Engineer. "Would you consider showing me how you
socialize?"
	"Me? Seven, maybe you haven't noticed, but I don't do much
socialization." B'Elanna looked around, and signaled Sandrine.
"In case you missed it, I was sitting here just as alone as you
were when you walked in. I'm just waiting for Tom to get off
shift, I assumed that you were waiting for Harry."
	"I was not. I came here in hopes of improving my interpersonal
skills."
	Sandrine arrived at that moment, carrying a bottle, a carafe of
water, and a bucket of ice. Smiling, she mixed the first drinks
for them. "I'll let you two get back to your 'girl talk'," she
said turning away, and walked back behind the bar.
	 " 'Girl talk'?" Seven asked, a puzzled expression on her face.
	"Something two or more females do when they're relaxing
together," B'Elanna explained.
	"I see. Would this conversation not constitute such a thing?"
she asked, raising her glass and taking a tentative sip. She
swallowed, and looked intently at the drink. "This is much more
palatable than the last was, though the flavor is not nearly as
pronounced and pleasing," she stated before draining it in one
long swallow.
	It was B'Elanna's turn to arch a brow, then she followed suit,
and drained her glass as well. As she reached for the bottle,
and proceeded to refill both glasses, she tried to explain the
intricacies of 'girl talk' to the ex-Borg. "Seven, we haven't
even started." She picked up her glass and drained it, starting
to enjoy having someone to drink with.
	Two hours and three bottles of whisky later, B'Elanna was
beginning to become annoyed. The 'girl talk' was going fine, but
Seven seemed to have an immunity to alcohol. She had drunk as
much as B'Elanna had, and it wasn't having any apparent effect
on her. B'Elanna herself was feeling very relaxed, and it showed
in the candor of the answers she was supplying to Seven's
questions. She had long since answered questions as to how she
became an engineer, how hoverball was played, how she had
learned about Scotch, and why it seemed that any shuttle piloted
by Chakotay seemed destined for destruction.
	Having exhausted those questions, Seven returned to what she
seemed to recall was her purpose in coming to Sandrine's.
"B'Elanna, why is it that more time is spent in couples than in
larger groups?" She wasn't sure that had come out precisely the
way she meant it to; in fact, she wasn't sure of much at the
moment, other than the fact that her perceptions seemed to have
changed. The bar appeared to have begun a slight drift to the
left, which wasn't at all unpleasant, so she decided to simply
ignore it for the moment.
	"Well, Seven, most humanoid species pair off naturally. It's
kind of a-- biological imperative I guess." B'Elanna had no idea
where this was going, but she thought she had caught Seven's
eyes becoming slightly unfocused, and there was no way she was
going to let her Seven outdrink her. It was a matter of pride!
	"It has to do with mating then?" Seven asked, taking another
swallow of her drink.
	"I suppose it does."
	"Then I imagine you and Tom must be quite compatible?"
	"Compatible?" B'Elanna laughed, draining her glass again and
refilling both. "That's not exactly the way I'd put it!" One
part of her mind began to tell her that this conversation was
turning down a path she had no intention of going, but that
voice was quickly drowned out by the rising lust thinking of
what she and Tom would be doing as soon as he got off shift, *in
about fifteen minutes*, created in her. "You sound like a
computer, Seven! What you really mean to say--" she paused and
looked about before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, "is
that the sex is great."
	"The sex is great?" Seven repeated.
	"Right!" B'Elanna answered, a predatory smile on her lips. "We
love each other, and we have great sex. Great times skiing and
swimming in Tahiti, too. But the skiing is a bit cold--"
	"I would not know great sex, or any sex for that matter," Seven
stated.
	"Well, for Kahless' sake, do something about it!" B'Elanna
replied, that little warning voice long since drowned in alcohol
and lust. "I know for a fact that Harry dreams about you, go put
a smile on his face!" Looking up at the chrono above the bar,
B'Elanna stood, none too steadily. "Right now, I'm off to find
To-- to bed! I'll see you later," she finished, nearly running
to the door in her haste to get to Tom's quarters and surprise
him.
	Seven sat there alone for a moment, her mind trying to sort out
the conversation. She finally stood, a determined look on her
face, and gripped the table edge as her equilibrium tried to
rebel. It rapidly became obvious to her that the Borg nanoprobes
in her bloodstream were having difficulty processing the alcohol
she had ingested, and entirely too much of it had passed along
to her nervous system. *What I must do--* she hesitated as she
lost her train of thought. Fortunately, another happened by at
that moment. *-- is find Harry Kim, and finish what he started
in the mess hall. He will help me understand what it is that Tom
and B'Elanna so enjoy doing together.* With that, she walked
cautiously out of Sandrine's and to the door of Harry's
quarters, and keyed the annunciator. When she got no answer to
the chime she queried the computer for Harry's location.
	"Ensign Kim is in turbolift one, between decks one and two."
	Deciding that since Harry had backed out at the last minute
last time, other methods were needed, she overrode his lock code
and entered his quarters. Adjusting her vision to low-light
imaging, she set about preparing for her next lesson in
interpersonal relationships.
*****************************************************************
 *************
	Tom Paris was looking forward to a nice hot shower before a
quiet evening spent with B'Elanna. They had arranged to meet in
Sandrine's after he cleaned up, and then perhaps a moonlight
stroll on the beach in the Resort. A smile played about his lips
as he anticipated the evening to come and opened his door. The
door had barely closed behind him and his order for the lights
was just leaving his lips, when a pillow from the couch impacted
next to his head.
	It didn't take long for Tom to realize the meaning behind the
flying pillow; B'Elanna was obviously in a Klingon frame of mind
this evening. "At least she's stopped throwing breaka--" his
thought was cut off as something hit the door and disintegrated
with a sharp crash. "--bles."
	"B'Elanna! That's the fifth vase--" his exclamation was cut
short as a hot, silk covered body dove into him, slamming him
back into the wall.
	"Shut up, Paris," B'Elanna growled, twining her fingers in his
hair. "I told you before, you talk too much." Her admonition
ended as she tightened her hold on his head, pulling his lips to
hers in a savage kiss.
	Tom couldn't believe what was happening, but he wasn't about to
question his good fortune. If B'Elanna wanted to play rough...
he'd happily oblige. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the
smooth silk of her robe under his fingers as their tongues
wrestled for dominance. She tasted different this evening, he
almost placed it when she distracted his attention by releasing
his hair and hooking her fingers in the collar of his uniform
tunic. "Oh, no!" he thought, "I don't have any left!"
	A muffled "BElan--mmmm" was all he managed to say before the
sound of tearing cloth told him he had just lost his third tunic
this month. As B'Elanna broke the kiss, moving lower to nibble
and lick the skin previously covered by his uniform, Tom decided
that his last opportunity to ask a coherent question was rapidly
passing him by. "What's gotten into you, tonight?" His brain
suddenly registered the taste he had savored on her tongue.
"Just how much Scotch have you had tonight?"
	Taking one last nip at his nipple, B'Elanna looked up, fire in
her eyes. "None of your damn business!" she snarled, locking her
hands behind his shoulders. With a convulsive twist, she hauled
Tom off his feet, and turning, threw him to the deck, diving on
top of him before he could get away.
	As B'Elanna straddled him, Tom kept goading her on, knowing
he'd pay and enjoy every minute of it. "That's the third tunic
in a month!" he exclaimed, his hands moving around to caress her
back.
	"Oh, really?" she responded, rolling off him. "Then let me even
it out!" With that, she grabbed the top of his trousers, and
yanked savagely to either side, effectively ripping them in
half, leaving him wearing just his boots and briefs. "There,
that's two pair of pants!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
	"B'Elanna!" Tom yelled, reaching out and grabbing hold of her
robe. With a quick yank, he tore it off her shoulders, trying to
pin her arms behind her, but she twisted loose, revealing the
burgundy lace teddy underneath.
	"I told you to shut up, Tom," she breathed, moving to straddle
him again. "Maybe I need to give you something to occupy that
big mouth of yours."
	"Wha--" Before he could finish his sentence, she pulled him up
and crushed his face to her chest. Tom needed no further
encouragement, and set his lips, teeth and tongue to the task of
freeing her breasts from the lace that restrained them. The
sensations of B'Elanna's fingers twining in his hair, and
directing his attention from one side to the other were driving
him wild, and when he felt one of her hands reach behind her and
grasp his shaft, he could take no more.
	"That's it, Torres!" he whispered, "you've asked for it!" With
a heave he rolled them onto their sides. Rising to his feet, he
hauled a surprised and struggling B'Elanna into his arms and
carried her into the bedroom. Along the way, she discarded her
robe, enjoying the surprised look of lust the sight of her in
the teddy caused to appear on Tom's face.
	Unable to restrain himself any longer, he threw her to the bed,
tore off the remaining shreds of his clothing and his boots, and
dove in after her.
*****************************************************************
 *************

	At approximately the same moment Tom Paris was being tackled by
an exuberant B'Elanna Torres, Harry Kim was entering his own
cabin. He wasn't looking forward to anything in particular, and
as he entered his cabin he left the lights off. Making his way
into his sleeping area, he removed his uniform tunic and
turtleneck, then sat on the bed to remove his boots and socks.
Deciding to just take a quick shower and practice his clarinet
for a bit, he deposited his clothing in the 'fresher, then
stopped, suddenly aware of another presence in the room with
him, and called for the lights.
	"Harry," a voice came from behind him, a voice he was very
familiar with from his dreams.
	He turned slowly as the lights came up. "Sev-- uhh," he
stammered as his mind short-circuited his vocal apparatus at the
sight of Seven of Nine, standing in his bedroom not a foot away
from him, wearing not a single stitch of clothing. "Wh--
what-where are your clothes?" he finally managed to choke out.
He couldn't stop running his eyes up and down her body.
	"I removed them," Seven replied, stating the obvious. "They are
in your living area."
	"I can see that you removed them, Seven!" Harry was still in
shock from the sight of her. The way her long legs rose up to
her hips, the flat stomach which was topped by the most perfect
set of breasts he had ever seen, beautifully rounded shoulders
and a graceful neck. As his eyes finally rose to meet hers, he
could have sworn that she looked vaguely amused. He was certain
he had never seen her wear quite the expression she was at that
moment. "What I meant was, why did you remove them?"
	One pale eyebrow arched, as if she was unable to believe just
how dense he was this evening. "It would have been inconvenient
for my plans," she stated, stepping closer to him.
	Harry backed away, knowing that if he let her touch him, there
was no way he would be able to stop himself from fulfilling
every fantasy he had ever entertained about her. "Seven, I don't
think you understand what you're doing," he said, trying to
reason with her. Her answer was to merely continue moving
closer, backing him up further. "You-- I-- you aren't ready
for--" his sentence chopped off as his back came up against the
wall.
	Seven stepped in, her erect nipples barely touching his chest.
"You are incorrect, Harry. I know exactly what I am doing." She
stepped closer, crushing her breasts against his chest, causing
him to let out a low moan as she bent her head until he felt her
warm breath caress his ear. "You and I are going to explore the
part of interpersonal relationships known as 'sex'."
	Harry gasped, his eyes widening. The feel of her naked torso
against him and her breath in his ear brought back the memories
he had of the endless dream the aliens had placed him in. His
body, heedless of the panicked commands of his brain, rose to
the occasion, becoming so hard it was almost painful.
	Seven pulled back her head, staring into his wide eyes, noting
with satisfaction the dilation of his pupils and his rapid,
shallow breathing. "Resistance is futile, Harry. You will be
assimila-- copula-- MINE!" she said, reaching down and taking
hold of his waistband. Before he could react, she knelt and tore
his trousers down around his ankles leaving him as naked as she. 
Having stripped him, Seven stood, and looked intently into his
eyes. "I want you to help me, Harry. I want to know you, and to
learn with you. I do not wish to learn from texts. Help me--"
she paused suddenly remembering a word that she previously had
thought irrelevant, but that B'Elanna had emphasized once in
Astrometrics. "--please."
	Harry couldn't resist any longer. His morals had told him that
Seven was still a child in a woman's body, that he couldn't
possibly do what he had dreamt of... but he had been wrong.
Seven was no more a child than he, she was simply different,
raised differently, with different experiences, but a woman, a
very desirable woman, none the less. He reached out and gently
placed a hand on each side of her face, pulling her lips to his
in a tender, exploring kiss. As he felt her slowly respond to
him, felt her return the kiss, he teased her lips with his
tongue, and his hands unpinned her hair, letting it fall in a
cascade of gold over her shoulders.
	Seven felt a rush of warmth pass through her body as Harry
placed his hands on her face, and though at first unsure of what
to do, she followed his lead, matching her movements to his.
When she felt him loosen her hair, she opened her lips, and felt
his tongue explore her mouth, seeking out hers, caressing it,
tempting it into exploring him. Though the sensation was
entirely new and unexpected, Seven found it exceedingly
pleasurable, and was soon not simply returning Harry's kiss, but
proceeding to explore on her own. She broke away from his lips
and trailed soft kisses along his jaw, mirroring his own
explorations of her face. Cheeks, ears and neck all received
loving attention from both parties, and Seven felt a moist
warmth growing between her thighs.
	Running his hands through her hair, and down her back, Harry
pulled Seven in tight, molding her body to his. He let his hands
run free, intent on bringing as much pleasure to her as he
could. Hearing her gasp as his hands caressed her rear, he
massaged her and slowly kissed his way down her shoulders. His
hands rose up to join his lips in giving her breasts the
attention he felt they deserved, and he felt her hands move to
his head, holding him in place as she savored the sensations he
was making her feel for the first time.
	As Seven held Harry and reveled in the sensations of his mouth,
so hot and wet on her nipples, she began to feel slightly dizzy,
and lowered herself to his bed. Harry followed her, continuing
to nibble her breasts, and knelt in front of her, gently
encouraging her to open her thighs so he could kneel between
them.
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	B'Elanna caught Tom's flying body and rolled with him, ending
up sprawled on top of him narrowly avoiding falling off the bed.
"You think you've got enough to take me, Paris?" she challenged,
catching hold of his wrists and  pinning them next to his head.
As he opened his mouth to answer, she crushed her lips to his,
plundering his mouth with her tongue. She laughed into the kiss
as she felt Tom first struggle against her grip, then relax and
concentrate on returning her kiss. Determined to keep the upper
hand, she ground her hips into his erection, the tiny thong of
the teddy no impediment to the sensations the motion caused her
to feel.
	Tom was torn between ecstasy and agony as B'Elanna moved
against him. The feel of her, so hot and slick against his shaft
fueled his desire to plunge himself inside her, to meld with
her, and he knew she was aware of it. He tore his mouth away
from hers, and captured an earlobe between his teeth, causing
her to gasp. "I've got enough, Torres, don't you worry," he
said, his words and breath caressing her ear. He thrust his hips
up in an effort to achieve the closeness he needed and,
momentarily tossed off balance, B'Elanna released his hands to
steady herself by grabbing the shelf above the bed.
	"I told you I'd find something to occupy that mouth of yours,
Tom." she growled, sliding her up his body and lowering herself
over him. He needed no further encouragement; his tongue thrust
out, licking the length of her sex. As he felt her shudder over
him and her knees settle on his shoulders, he caught the thong
of the teddy between his teeth and bit through it. Having dealt
with that, he plunged his tongue deep inside her, savoring the
taste of her excitement, a taste which he knew he could never
get enough of. His now freed hands moved up, one caressing her
face, the other teasing and tugging at her nipples.
	B'Elanna threw her head back and moaned as Tom intensified his
ministrations. Feeling his fingers trailing over her jaw and
playing with the spot just below her ear, she turned her head
and captured a finger with her mouth. She felt Tom moan against
her as she licked and sucked his finger, her tongue caressing it
in the same manner his was ministering to her clitoris. As the
sensations built in her, she felt her stomach and thighs
tensing, the fire in her loins rising. She began to pant, and
Tom pulled his finger from her mouth, moving his hands to her
hips in a vain attempt to hold them still so he could
concentrate his attentions on her most sensitive area.
	Feeling her tensing, and hearing the low growl that was always
a precursor to her orgasm, Tom lifted her hips, his mouth at the
top of her cleft, and spread her folds with his thumbs, giving
his tongue unrestricted access. His fingers ran up and down the
crack of her lovely ass, driving her closer and closer to the
edge. When he heard the growl starting to become a scream, he
slipped a finger into her and bit down gently on her clitoris.
Her response was instantaneous. Her back arched, her knees
driving down into Tom's shoulders, and her hands flew to his
head, pulling him in as she screamed out her pleasure. Tom felt
more than heard a sharp crack. A dull pain spread through his
left shoulder and he knew that when the night was over, there'd
be a trip to Sickbay to repair another clavicle; but for now,
his lover consumed all his attention. He felt her spasms slowly
subsiding, and the rush of sweet fluid from her core was
trailing off. As he felt her move, he slipped his finger out of
her, and stroked both hands up her spine.
	Still trembling from the intense pleasure, B'Elanna slid
herself off Tom's shoulders and down his body. As her face came
close to his, she kissed him intently, tasting herself on his
tongue, then continued lower, trailing small bites down his neck
and chest, her teeth tugging playfully at the red-gold hair
covering him. "Gods, Tom, that was incredible!" she groaned
between nips. Having reached her destination, she smiled up at
him. "Now let me repay the favor," she whispered, and took him
in her mouth. She kept her eyes on his as she run her tongue
over and around his shaft, licking up his length then plunging
her mouth down, taking all of him in.
	Tom reached down to pull her up, knowing he couldn't take much
more, but she caught his hands instead, and wouldn't be moved.
"B'Elanna, ohh-- I can't-- take much more," he moaned, his hands
tightening on hers and his hips rising to meet the hot moistness
of her mouth. "I can't-- hold back."
	She took her mouth off him long enough to look him square in
the eyes and whisper, "Then don't. Don't hold back, Tom. I want
you, now." With a last lick to the sensitive area under the tip,
she took him back in her mouth, working up and down him, and
felt his hips arch up to meet her. His hands clamped down even
tighter on hers, and screaming her name out loud, he gave her
what she had asked for. A warm rush filled her mouth, and she
swallowed rapidly, drinking him as he had her, continuing to
caress him with her lips and teeth and tongue, until his spasms
stopped, and he released his grip on her hands.  She crawled up
his body as he twined his fingers in her hair, pulling her up
until he could kiss her thoroughly.
	"That was-- unbelievable," he breathed, looking into her
beautiful eyes.
	"That was us, Tom," she replied, smiling back at him.
	"You're right," he replied, his fingers tightening their grip
in her hair. "and so is this." Her pulled her head sharply to
the side and down, and sank his teeth into her at the juncture
of her neck and shoulder, tasting her blood as his teeth broke
the skin.
	Momentarily stunned by the sudden bite, B'Elanna froze. Then
she turned her face back towards his, and bit him hard on the
cheek, savoring the taste of his blood and the sensation of him
licking hers from the bite he had just given her. She reached
behind her, and took hold of him, feeling him even harder than
before. Not wasting a second, she rose up and drove her hips
down, loving the feeling as she drove him deep inside herself.
They moved rapidly together, driving hard, daring them to
outlast each other.
	"Come on, Tom-- that's it, harder," she cried as he pulled her
down and sucked her nipples, biting down gently. "Harder, damn
you! Yes-- Kahless yes!" Her moans giving way to the low growl
he so loved to hear, as he did as he was told.
	Tom reached up and clasped his hands around her as she rode
him. His hands traveled up and down her spine, caressing each of
the slight ridges he found so intoxicating. As he felt her
tighten around him, he released her breasts, and pulled her
mouth down to his. They met in a fierce kiss, tongues mirroring
the action of their hips, and B'Elanna screamed into his mouth
as her climax washed over her.
	Lost in the throes of her orgasm, B'Elanna barely felt Tom's
arms tighten around her as her inner muscles spasmed, pulling
him into his own climax. What she did feel was a sudden twinge
as something gave, and a rib cracked under the pressure of his
arms.
	As they calmed and rested in each others arms, B'Elanna had to
smile. Normally when they played this rough they did a little
repair work with Tom's field medkit. This time would be no
different, except that normally it was Tom who needed repairing.
Her shoulders shook in silent laughter as the irony washed over
her.
	"What's so funny, tIqwIj?" Tom asked, wincing slightly as her
motions caused his shoulder to twinge.
	"Well, I don't want you to feel bad, Tom, but I think you
managed to pay me back for cracking your clavicle last month."
	"How's that?"
	"I'm pretty sure you cracked at least one of my ribs in those
last few moments there," she smiled up at him. Before he could
reply, she continued, "Don't feel bad about it. I'm taking it as
a compliment, that what we did caused so much pleasure that you
lost control, just like I did."
	Tom laughed gently, his hand idly caressing her shoulders.
"That's okay, you're still one up on me. I felt my clavicle go
while you were riding my shoulders."
	B'Elanna grinned back up at him, surprised and pleased that he
had been so wrapped up in their lovemaking he had ignored his
injury. "I'll get the medkit," she chuckled, rising from the bed.
	"Don't bother, the powercell on the osteoregenerator is shot. I
meant to bring it in to Sickbay for a replacement during my
shift tomorrow," he said, wincing as he sat up and swung his
legs over the edge of the bed. "It looks like we're taking a
trip tonight instead."
	"*va*, Tom! You know what the Doc will say!" B'Elanna
complained, moving to his closet to get clothes for him, and
dipping into the small supply of her clothing kept there for
occasions like this.
	"Yep," he replied, pitching his voice into a passable imitation
of the Doctor. "Another example of the hazards of Klingon/human
mating customs for my studies," he ended with a laugh and a
wince as he stood and began to dress in the clothing B'Elanna
threw on the bed.
	B'Elanna laughed with him, and winced herself as she felt
movement in her ribs. "Definitely two ribs, Tom."
	"That evens it out then."
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	Seven of Nine lay on her back on the edge of the bed, lost in
the sensations Harry Kim was creating as he kissed and licked
his way up her inner thighs, gradually centering his attention
just below the patch of pale gold hair nestled between them. The
feelings intensified as his tongue ran along the length of her,
and with a gentle pressure, slipped inside to taste her essence.
	Harry knew this was the first time Seven was experiencing sex,
and wanted to make it as pleasurable for her as possible. As his
lips and tongue continued to work their magic on her slick
folds, he ran his hands up her torso, accidentally brushing
against an implant to the right of her navel. Feeling her
stiffen, and hearing a sharp intake of breath, Harry stopped
what he was doing, and looked up in concern.
	"Did I hurt you, Seven?"
	"You did not. Your stimulation of my vagina is most
pleasurable. I was not aware that you knew manipulating my
implants would enhance my pleasure. Please continue," she
replied in a breathless voice, her eyes closed. Her hands moved
down and she ran her fingers through his hair, urging him back
to his task. 
	Harry happily resumed his 'stimulation' and his hands actively
sought out the remainder of her implants, brushing feather light
caresses over them, resulting in a chorus of soft moans. Knowing
he wouldn't be able to wait much longer before plunging into
her, he concentrated on her clitoris, licking and sucking gently
on it, doing his best to bring her to orgasm. It came as a shock
when he felt something brush against his thighs and touch his
shaft. The shock turned to surprised delight as he felt gentle
pressure and a light stroking. It was only when he felt Seven's
thighs brush the sides of his head that he realized she must be
massaging him with her feet!
	Seven was enjoying what Harry was doing to her, but wished
there were some way to return the sensations. At that point she
felt his knees brush her feet as he moved closer to her, burying
his tongue deeper inside her. The most logical thing to do was
to use that position to her advantage, so she slid her feet
slowly upward, feeling with her toes as she went, until she was
able to stroke his shaft with them. Her reward was obvious as
Harry shuddered with pleasure, and redoubled his oral efforts.
She felt a tightening in her abdomen, a pressure building up
from her loins, and as it intensified, she stopped her
manipulation of him, concentrating solely on the sensations
building in her, until with a long moan, she lost contact with
everything in the outside world except the feelings Harry was
creating in her.
	Harry almost complained when Seven stopped her foot massage,
then feeling her tense in the throes of her orgasm, he was glad
she had. He sat back on his heels, giving her time to recover,
and tenderly stroked his hands over her body. After a short
time, she caught his hands in hers, and pulled him up to lie
atop her.
	"That was-- most pleasant, Harry," Seven stated. "But surely
that is not all? What knowledge I have gained suggests--" Harry
stopped her with a kiss, soft and tender.
	"No, Seven, that's not all. There's much more, but are you
sure--?"
	"Harry, I will say this once more,  I wish to explore this with
you. Not a text, not a hologram, not another being, you."
	Harry had no reply to that. If he was interpreting it properly,
Seven had just declared her love for him. Of course, if he
wasn't, she could also have been saying he was the best of the
few options she had. He chose to believe the former, and lowered
his lips to hers, kissing her with renewed passion. Breaking the
kiss he leaned back, gazing down at the beautiful woman under
him. "Seven, this may--"
	"I understand that this may hurt, Harry. I know that you will
be as gentle as possible, but please, do not make me wait any
longer."
	Harry did as he was told, and taking hold of his shaft, gently
slid the tip inside her. He watched as her eyes widened, and
continued pressing in until he felt an obstruction. "Seven this
is the--" his words were cut off as Seven locked her ankles
behind his back and arched her own, pulling him in at the same
time as she thrust herself up. With a small gasp she took his
entire length inside her.
	"I asked you not to make me wait," Seven said in explanation.
	Harry couldn't help but laugh at her expression of annoyance.
	"I fail to see the humor-- ohhh."
	Seven's complaint ended in a moan as Harry began moving, slowly
working his hips, savoring the feeling of her, tight, hot and
wet around him. He bent down to take a nipple into his mouth, as
she closed her eyes, and tossed her head from side to side,
moaning continuously while he rocked her. Her hands
instinctively sought his, lacing her fingers with his, grasping
them tightly with each thrust that brought her closer to the
peak she had reached before.
	Harry knew he wasn't going to last, she was so tight around
him, it felt so good, and he had wanted her for so long, but he
gritted his teeth, determined that he would wait for her.
Fortunately, he didn't have long to wait. With a last toss of
her head, Seven cried out his name, and he felt her climax. He
followed her over the edge, pouring himself into her with one
final thrust, and collapsed, crushing her lips in a bruising,
plundering kiss.
	As Seven felt herself climax, she marveled that this time was
even more intense a pleasure than the last, and when Harry
thrust in her for the last time, her hands tightened
spasmodically on his. Unfortunately, both had forgotten about
the enhanced strength in her left hand, and his fingers were
still intertwined with hers.
	When she felt the bones in his hand break, her eyes flew open.
"Harry!" she exclaimed. "I have damaged you!" She drew their
hands up and looked at them closely. "We must get you to Sickbay
and have this repaired."
	"Healed, you mean, Seven," he groaned. "Don't worry, it wasn't
your fault. We both forgot about your strength in that hand."
	"I am-- sorry, Harry," she whispered, a touch of pain in her
voice.
	"Seven, don't be sorry," he said, kissing her softly. "What we
did was all I've dreamed of for a long time. My hand was an
accident, I have no intention of letting it detract from such a
wonderful experience."
	"Then you would wish to do this again?" she asked, looking into
his eyes.
	"As often as possible, Seven."
	"Then get dressed, we must have your hand healed before
continuing," she stated firmly, sliding out from under him and
standing to get her clothes.
	Harry watched her walk into his living area, marveling at the
sway of her hips.
	"Are you going to sit there all night, Harry, or get dressed?"
she called back over her shoulder.
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	The Doctor was enjoying a relatively quiet night, having only
treated two cases of severe indigestion from Neelix's latest
foray into Klingon cuisine, when the doors to Sickbay opened.
Rising from his desk, he saw his two most frequent patients,
Lieutenants Paris and Torres. Sighing, he moved into the
treatment area.
	"Let me guess, Lt. Paris has broken his clavicle 'on the
holodeck' and you are here to help him?"
	"Close, Doc," Tom said, gingerly sliding onto a diagnostic bed.
"I did break my clavicle--"
	"But I think I have a couple cracked ribs," B'Elanna finished.
	The Doctor merely shook his head and began scanning them.
"Well, Tom, you've done a fine job on this clavicle," he said,
casting a meaningful glance at B'Elanna. "And you have 'three'
cracked ribs, Lt. Torres, not two. You both have numerous
abrasions, and both appear to have a fresh bite. I assume that
like last time, you do not want the bites healed?"
	They looked at each other, then nodded.
	"Very well." He began repairing Tom's injuries, then thought of
something. "Since you both continue to ignore my advice to
exercise some restraint in your play, I will need to upgrade Lt.
Paris' field medkit with higher powered instruments. Please be
sure to bring it to your next shift, Lieutenant."
	"There, now if you will see about repairing the damage you
caused to Lt. Torres?" he said, giving Tom a stern look.
	"Sure, Doc," Tom replied, then looked toward the door as it
swished open.
	The Doctor turned to see who it was, and was surprised to see
Ensign Kim, cradling his right hand against his chest,
accompanied by Seven of Nine who appeared to be in some pain
herself. He motioned Harry onto the bed opposite Tom and
B'Elanna, and began running a medical tricorder over Harry's
hand while Seven hovered next to Harry.. "How did you break half
the bones in your hand, Ensign?"
	"He did not," Seven answered.
	"If he didn't do it then how--" the Doctor stopped his
question, the obvious answer dawning on him.
	"I did it," Seven stated. "It was during--"
	"I don't want to know!" he exclaimed, then thought again. "Of
course if you really want to tell me, it should make an
interesting addition to my databases on mating practices."
	That statement was greeted by laughter from his first two
patients, who had heard the line many times in the past.
	"And that will be quite enough from you two!" the Doctor
admonished, finishing up with Harry's hand. As he looked up from
his task, he noticed Seven swaying on her feet.
	"And what is wrong with you, Seven?" he asked, turning his
tricorder on her.
	"I do not know. I feel-- ill."
	B'Elanna took one look at Seven, and quickly looked away, a
knowing grin on her face.
	The Doctor checked his readings and looked up sharply. "Tell
me, Seven. Does your head hurt?"
	"Yes, and my stomach feels-- unsettled."
	"Headache, nausea, the light is bothering your eyes?"
	"Yes."
	"Serves you right. The amount of alcohol I read in your system
would put a Bolian in the hospital for a week! What were you
thinking?"
	"Lieutenant Torres was helping me learn to socialize."
	"What? Just what was she teaching you?"
	Tom and Harry looked intently at B'Elanna, who assumed a
studied expression of innocence.
	"We were having a 'girls night out', and I learned to drink
'Scotch and water' in quantity," Seven answered. "Doctor, is
there nothing you can do for me?"
	All three men in the room turned their gazes on B'Elanna.
	"I had no idea her system couldn't handle it!" she exclaimed.
	"Yes, there is, I can tell you to go to bed and sleep off this
hangover! All of you, get out of my Sickbay! I've come to expect
this from Paris and Torres, but Ensign Kim; you and Seven were
the last people I expected to have to treat for this sort of
'holodeck' injury." He began shooing them out the door. "And Lt.
Paris, just give your old kit to Ensign Kim, he can use it, and
I'll assemble a stronger one for you and Lt. Torres!"

	As the four walked down the hall, B'Elanna stepped next to
Seven. "Is it really bad, Seven?"
	"It is not pleasant."
	"I know a cure for it, don't worry. Tell me, how did you end up
breaking Harry's hand?" She glanced over her shoulder at the two
men a pace behind them. "Tom's almost always hold up for me."
	"B'Elanna!" Tom exclaimed.
	"It was an accident, I forgot about the enhancement to my
hand," Seven replied, raising her hand for inspection. "Tell me,
Lieu-- B'Elanna, why are men so fascinated by certain portions
of female anatomy?"
	"Seven!" Harry said, shocked by the question.
	"In particular my--"
	"SEVEN!"
	"Well, I've found--"
	"B"ELANNA!"

Finis.