Reversal of Fortunes

A B'Elanna Torres/Seven of Nine story

Author: Virago
Contact: virago@bayarea.net
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I borrowed them for a moment in time and had my fun. Thank you.
Note: Be sure to read "To the Victor" first.

Reversal of Fortunes

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres was awake most of the night, the memories of the evening's events replaying in her mind over and over again. She waivered between satisfaction and trepidation, depending on whether she thought about what she'd actually done or what the consequences of thoses actions would be. Klingons aren't big on regret but Torres knew that most people, non-Klingons, would view what happened between her and Seven last night as rape. Somehow she just didn't see Captain Janeway viewing this as a cultural misunderstanding not with her precious Seven of Nine involved.

Captain Janeway thought she was hiding it but B'Elanna knew that the Captain had some pretty strong feelings for the former drone. She wasn't going to appreciate someone else getting there first....not to mention how the whole thing went down.

The call she'd been waiting for came, "Lieutenant Torres, my Ready Room. NOW." The icy tones of the Captain filled her room.

"Uhem.....on my way," replied Torres, slightly choking as she responded.

She really needed to get a grip, just play it cool and not say much. For once. She knew the brig was a distinct possibility but she wasn't going to make it easy for them.

When she entered the Captain's Ready Room Seven of Nine was already there. B'Elanna moved up along side her and took a sideways peek to the left to see if she could read anything on the Borg's face. She snorted, chiding herself for such a futile thought, Seven's face was completely impassive. She stood like she always did, her hands behind her back, her head at a slight tilt, erect. Seven refused to look over at B'Elanna or acknowledge her. She was wearing a silver biosuit today. B'Elanna would have been surprised if it had been a blue one, all things considered.

Captain Janeway's sharp tones snapped B'Elanna's head back to the forefront. B'Elanna always admired how a woman of such small stature could command fear and respect with her mere presence. The neatly pressed uniform, perfect hair, penetrating hazel eyes, and the compressed lips of her Captain brought B'Elanna to full attention.

"I think you both know why I've called you here today."

"Captain?"

Seven made it sound like a question. B'Elanna said nothing.

"I have two reports here. The first is an automated report from the computer system. It appears that blood was found on the floor of Holodeck Two. Two types, one with Klingon components...and the other with nanoprobes in it."

She looked at the two of them and paused.

"Would either of you like to comment at this point?"

The silence seemed to drag on forever.

"Very well. Lieutenant Torres, I like to think you didn't turn off the safety protocols once again?"

"No m'am. Absolutely not."

B'Elanna quickly replied.

"Uh-huh."

Another long pause ensued.

"Fine. Let's move on to the second report. This one is from the Doctor."

At this Seven's head rose sharply and she took a deep breath. B'Elanna watched her chest rise and flashed momentarily on last night and the vision of Seven lying naked before her. She moved from foot to foot with discomfort and tried to focus on the present situation. The Captain frowned and looked at her with a piercing glare.

"The Doctor tells me that a crew member reported to him last night to have some injuries repaired."

She looked up at both of them from the report she was reading. Neither of them moved a muscle.

The Captain continued, "Bruises, cuts, contusions....two injuries that are most likely....bite marks...."

The Captain's voice deepened as it roughened with emotion.

"He also reported internal injuries."

She slapped the desk with both hands as she leaned forward.

"His conclusion was....sexual assault."

Silence again. This time Captain Janeway did not break it.

Finally Seven spoke.

"Captain. I requested that this information not be reported. I feel as an individual that I have a right to keep my medical records private..."

Janeway raised her hand and stopped her.

"Starfleet regulations are very clear on this, Seven. Your medical records are private except under certain circumstances, one of them being that if the Doctor feels injuries are the result of some kind of criminal behavior. Such as in this case when it appears that a felony has occurred."

At this point she directed her unflinching stare at B'Elanna. B'Elanna tried to think of something to say. How to explain what happened? Internal injuries? How bad had she hurt Seven? Last night she was so angry at the former drone but she never intended... She looked over at Seven and saw that flawless profile and her heart unexpectedly ached.

Seven spoke up once more.

"Captain. There is no need for this inquiry. I-I...Lieutenant Torres did NOT sexually assault me."

At these words both women in the room stared at the blonde woman, stunned. It was hard to say who's jaw was hanging lower, the investigator's or the perpetrator's!

Thoughtfully Janeway spoke, "I see. This surprises me....but not as as much as it does the Lieutenant here."

She shot B'Elanna a look that told her she could see what was going through the shocked Klingon's mind. B'Elanna snapped her mouth shut and tried to appear as impassive as a drone.

"Since it appears I must say it, I will. What went on between Lieutenant Torres and I last was night was mutual."

Seven said it flatly, no emotion at all.

The two women looked even more shocked, if that was possible. B'Elanna was definitely the more amazed.

"So, you two, ahhh, actually.....I mean, the both of you" stammered Janeway.

Her heart sank at the thought of someone else with her Seven so intimately. In her worst nightmares she never dreamed it could be B'Elanna who sought out the former drone.

"B'Elanna Torres and I participated in sexual intercourse last night in Holodeck Two. Together. I don't think I need to say any more." Seven replied.

"No, no, of course not," assured Janeway. "It's just....well you two have never gotten along and when I saw this list of injuries and the other report I...."

"Klingons are.....rough with their affection," explained Seven. "A well known fact, I believe."

"Right."

Janeway spoke slowly, trying to absorb theses changes in events. She had been ready to put B'Elanna out an airlock. B'Elanna was having even more trouble comprehending Seven's statements. Ignoring the fact that it appeared that she would not have charges pressed against her, B'Elanna tried to fathom what this meant about Seven's feelings toward her. And how did B'Elanna feel about this unbelievably gorgeous woman who continued to speak so dispassionately about what went on between them last night. Had B'Elanna been feeling more than regret this morning? Seven still had not even looked over at B'Elanna.

Captain Janeway came from around her desk and towards Seven. She stopped in front of Seven and look up into the tall woman's eyes.

Quietly she spoke, "I guess that would explain why you refused to allow the doctor to treat this particular injury."

She gently lifted her hand and caressed Seven's face on the side away from B'Elanna. B'Elanna was shocked to feel jealousy and anger. Seven involuntarily flinched from the touch and for the first time B'Elanna could see Seven's entire face. The oval mark on her cheek contrasted sharply with the perfect complexion around it. It was cleaned and had started to close but no one would mistake that angry, red wound for anything other than what it was. A bite mark. B'Elanna looked away for a moment.

Why had Seven left the mark instead of having it healed? Obviously she hadn't planned on using it as evidence again B'Elanna, given her comments here to the Captain. Maybe she wanted it to serve as a physical reminder to B'Elanna about what had gone on between them. But why? To cause guilt or for some other purpose?

She examined Seven's lovely features closely, looking for an answer. Their eyes met for the first time. Seven blushed and then she quickly looked away from the Klingon woman who had taken her so throughly the night before.

B'Elanna could feel her heart start to race. Memories of last night flooded her. Touching that satin skin with her hands and mouth, the feeling of being inside Seven and watching her as B'Elanna took control of Seven's emotions. B'Elanna could feel a flush rising as well. She looked away and hoped her Klingon complexion would hide it.

Evidently it didn't though, judging by the quirked brow and bemused glance that Seven threw her. Suddenly Captain Janeway felt the room get warmer and she felt like a third party at an intimate dinner for two.

"Very well. I can see that there is nothing else here that needs my attention. You're both dismissed."

Both women turned to walk away but Janeway spoke once more.

"Lieutenant Torres....B'Elanna."

Both women stopped and turned around.

"In the future.....in the future try to to 'tone' down the injuries a little...or at least be more discrete about their placement?"

Janeway tried to make it sound like an order but didn't think she had succeeded.

"I understand about Klingon passion but try to remember that Seven is human."

The women looked at one another, the memories flashing between them.

"Yes, Captain. She's most definitely.....human. And next time...."

B'Elanna spoke daringly. Seven and B'Elanna seemed to stop breathing for a moment.

B'Elanna continued, "And next time I'll try to be a little more careful."

"See that you do."

The two women left the lonely Captain with her broken heart. She thought about the long journey ahead as they ventured home and tried to imagine how she would make it now. She didn't think she could.

Seven and B'Elanna walked across the bridge knowing that all eyes were on them. They seemed to bore in on Seven and the glaring mark on her face. Seven lifted her head high, giving them a look that dared them to ask. Most of the crew found something else to do....quickly. B'Elanna smiled to herself and together they got on the turbolift.

They rode in silence, arriving at Seven's destination first. As Seven stepped out of the turbolift B'Elanna spoke.

"Seven?"

The former drone turned around.

"My quarters, 1900 hours."

B'Elanna looked directly at Seven, daring her to refuse. A moment's hesitation, a slight shrug of her shoulders and with a nod of her head she answered.

"I will comply."

As Seven turned to walk away, B'Elanna spoke again.

"Seven..."

As Seven turned back B'Elanna reconsidered. In light of what had just gone on in the Captain's Ready Room B'Elanna was inclined to add a 'please' to her command but the jolt of desire that she felt, caused by Seven's acquiescence, overrode that impulse. A subservient Seven was intriguing.

Seven still stood there waiting calmly for her release.

"Uh, nothing. Just don't be late."

B'Elanna stumbled a moment. A bit of the old Seven returned.

"I am always prompt," she replied with a raised brow.

B'Elanna nodded, effectively releasing Seven from the exchange. Seven turned once more, the doors of the turbolift closed and B'Elanna leaned back against the wall, exhaling heavily. She didn't know what to make of all this but she knew what she wanted to make of it.

Straightening up, her feet planted firmly beneath her, she smiled in anticipation.

************

At precisely 1900 hours B'Elanna's door chimed announcing the arrival of Seven of Nine.

Nervously B'Elanna called, "Enter."

The door opened and Seven stepped into B'Elanna's quarters. She was wearing another skin-tight blue biosuit just like the one B'Elanna had torn off her so recently. Nonplussed, B'Elanna forgot what she was about to say.

"Are you functioning correctly, Lieutenant?" enquired Seven, knowing damn well what the problem was.

She surveyed the woman before her, taking in what was a new B'Elanna for her. B'Elanna was wearing tight-fitting khaki colored pants and tucked into them was a tight white shirt, almost like one of the t-shirts worn under the uniforms. The short sleeves of the shirt emphasized the musculature of the Klingon's strong arms and the collar of the shirt exposed the beautiful skin that lay beneath those unfamiliar clothes. Seven watched muscles tighten and loosen as B'Elanna clenched and unclenched the hands that were hidden in the pockets of her chinos.

"Ah, yes. I'm fine. Come in."

"I am already in."

"Right. You are...in"

Seven tried not to appear too surprised at the awkwardness she sensed from B'Elanna. She had been uncertain herself as to what to expect tonight. She wondered if it would be a repeat of last night but surmised that it would not since they were meeting in B'Elanna's quarters and it was safe to assume that B'Elanna would not risk her personal belongings to another struggle between them.

And if that was the plan? A repeat of last night? Seven's hand raised up unconsciously to stroke the mark on her cheek. Would she still have come? She did not know. Seven suspected the answer was yes but it did not make sense.

B'Elanna watched Seven finger the mark. Not one to hedge, she asked.

"Seven, why didn't you have the Doctor remove that?"

Startled from her disturbing thoughts Seven met her eyes.

Her brow crinkled for a moment, "I-I do not know."

"You don't know?"

The idea of Seven doing anything without a list of clearly laid out reasons was a new concept to B'Elanna.

"I just know that I was.....reluctant to have it removed like the others," she answered pensively.

B'Elanna walked up to her and touched the mark ever so gently. Seven did not flinch but her breathing deepened. Softly B'Elanna asked another question.

"There were two bite marks. This and the other one..."

As she said this she let her hand trail lightly down Seven's cheek, down her slender neck, across the tight blue material until it came to rest on the swell of breast that B'Elanna so clearly remembered marking.

"...here."

If anything Seven's breathing deepened even more, it was definitely faster. B'Elanna asked.

"Did you remove that one?"

"I did not."

Seven looked deep into B'Elanna's eyes as she said it.

"Oh," said B'Elanna as she removed her hand from Seven's breast and pushed back her own hair in confusion.

She stepped away from this intoxicating woman, suddenly frightened of herself.

"What's going on here, Seven?"

B'Elanna was asking Seven as much as she was asking herself.

"You and I know there was nothing consensual about what happened last night. Why did you lie to the Captain for me."

"I....I did not want to see you harmed for what happened."

Seven attempted to verbalize something that even she did not understand yet.

"Why not? I deserved it."

B'Elanna stated baldly.

"You regret what happened?"

Seven seemed unhappy with this new observation of hers.

"Regret? No...yes....no...I" B'Elanna sighed. "Look, what I mean is, I was upset to know that I had gone so far as to cause you internal injuries. I..."

"The other injuries were acceptable?" queried Seven.

"Yes...no....argh!!" B'Elanna was exasperated. "You're confusing me."

"I am?"

"Yes. Well not just you, the whole thing is. I didn't expect for....for last night to happen."

Trying to explain it better, B'Elanna plowed forward.

"The injuries...I won't deny that Klingons are...."

"....rough with their affection."

Seven wryly completed the sentence. They both smiled for a moment.

"Yeah," B'Elanna continued. "It's one of the reasons that some Klingons are reluctant about mating outside their species. No one really wants to hurt the one they love. At least not fatally."

"A joke," Seven observed.

B'Elanna nodded appreciatively. Seven so rarely got them.

"Anyway, I have....uh....mated outside my species before."

She said this awkwardly.

"Really?"

That definitely got a raised brow.

"Yes." B'Elanna refused to elaborate. "What I'm trying to say, Seven, is that it doesn't have to be like....so"

"Rough."

"Right."

B'Elanna sounded irritated. She didn't like having her blanks filled in for her.

She continued, "I am also human. I can control my Klingon half better than that if I choose to. I was just so angry with you..."

"As was I," replied Seven.

"I'm not going to say that I'm the candy and flowers type."

"Agreed."

B'Elanna was still floundering. What was she driving at? What did she want? What were they to each other after last night? Friends? Lovers? Not mortal enemies apparently. What could they be in the future?

"So last night..."

B'Elanna trailed off.

"Yes?" Seven asked.

"Did you like it?"

B'Elanna asked this seemingly bizarre question in a soft whisper.

Seven paused. She shouldn't have liked it. It hurt like hell....afterwards. But there was something else, something about this Klingon warrior. She looked at the athletic, handsome woman before her and felt it again. Being in B'Elanna's power last night had tapped a core of passion and emotion that Seven didn't know exisited within her. This woman moved her unlike anyone she had ever known.

The ever honest Seven was forced to reply but her answer was even softer than the question.

"Yes."

"Really!"

B'Elanna was flummoxed.

"I would not say it otherwise."

Seven tried to recover from this momentous admission.

"That is not to say that I wished to be damaged in the same manner each time," she said firmly.

"Understood."

Unsure of herself, Seven spoke hesitantly.

"I do have one more request to make."

Seven stepped closer to the woman, their bodies almost grazing now.

Swallowing hard, B'Elanna replied.

"What would that be?"

"I-I would ask that this time things not be so one-sided."

To emphasize her point Seven reached out with both her hands, the tips of her long fingers touching B'Elanna below her collar on the thin, cotton fabric. She lightly trailed her fingernails down the mesmerized Klingon's body, gradually moving across and stopping at the peaks of the enticing slopes of B'Elanna's breasts. There her direction changed to a circular motion, around and around, till B'Elanna's nipples were hard, painful points.

Gasping, B'Elanna seized Seven's hands, stopping the motion but pressing the teasing fingers deep into her chest.

"I see your point," she breathed.

Seven arched her brow once more and looked down at B'Elanna's chest with interest at the points B'Elanna was making herself.

"You do realize what you're doing, don't you?" asked B'Elanna.

"I have not made my intentions clear?" replied Seven.

"Crystal," answered B'Elanna who released Seven's hands.

Free once more, Seven's hands began to wander. True to form, Seven said what was on her mind, and in her heart. She leaned into B'Elanna and whispered into her ear, her breath caressed B'Elanna's hair.

"I want to touch your skin. I want to see you...ALL of you."

B'Elanna pulled at her tucked in shirt, freeing it from her pants, and took Seven's hands once more. She directed them down to the end of her shirt and then in and up. She let go of Seven's hands, leaving her free to find her own way from there. B'Elanna lifted both her hands and tenderly stroked Seven's elegant, soft neck.

The feel of Seven's hands moving across her stomach, around her back and ever higher made B'Elanna inhale brokenly. Bracing herself by holding onto Seven's slender shoulders she noticed that the Borg-implanted hand was cooler than Seven's completely human hand. It was an odd sensation, decidedly NOT unpleasant as B'Elanna arched herself into Seven allowing her access to whatever she wanted.

B'Elanna felt her bra release and opened her eyes to look into Seven's desire-drugged blue eyes.

"That was done like a pro," she said almost dryly.

"It is a simple device," was the rejoinder. "Do not attempt to distract me. I am Borg and I will not be deterred."

Capitulating completely B'Elanna answered, "Fine, my beautiful Borg. Assimilate me, I have no intention of resisting."

Her voice rose sharply as Seven returned to the task at hand and found what she was seeking. As her hands closed on B'Elanna's inticing breasts she marvelled at their feel, soft yet firm, remarkably responsive. She brushed her metal implants across one nipple and then the next. The response was....gratifying.

B'Elanna's knees almost buckled. Seven took advantage of the downward motion, pulling B'Elanna's shirt up over her head. B'Elanna eagerly raised her arms to facilitate the move. Instead of removing the shirt altogether, Seven deftly pushed the shirt over B'Elanna's head and then back, taking B'Elanna's arms with and effectively pinning them behind her in the tangle of soft cloth.

"Hey!"

B'Elanna cry was a token protest. She had no desire to stop what Seven was doing and was only a little uneasy about her vulnerable position. After their last encounter on the Holodeck this was the last position B'Elanna expected to find herself in now but she was more than willing to adapt.

Seven held B'Elanna close, one hand holding the pinned woman's hands behind her and the other pushing the annoying bra up and over B'Elanna's head. At last B'Elanna lay exposed before her. Her blue eyes darkened as she took in the cinnamon brown skin before her. Her eyes wandered across B'Elanna's full breasts with the dark red nipples that tilted upwards and were still so hard. B'Elanna felt herself flush under the intense scrutiny.

"A pleasing design," remarked Seven.

As B'Elanna looked at Seven with a penetrating stare she saw Seven quirk a lip slightly and realized that Seven had made a joke.

Seven bent down to examine the praised workmanship more closely. B'Elanna could feel Seven's cool breath on her chest. And a moment later, her tongue.

"Yes," groaned B'Elanna, arching her chest into Seven's mouth.

She was helpless to do anything else in this position. Encouraged by this exhortation Seven pressed onward, taking as much of B'Elanna in her mouth as she could. Her mouth moved up and down, pushing B'Elanna's wonderous breast in and out of her wet, hot mouth. Each time her teeth grazed the hard nub it drove B'Elanna into a frenzy of writhing and moaning. A low growl began to eminate continuously from B'Elanna's throat.

It was becoming clear to Seven why B'Elanna had been so turned on by what had occurred the prior evening. Having this kind of power, the power to create passion in this helpless woman was beyond belief. For the first time Seven began to grasp why humanity was so highly rated.

As for B'Elanna, she'd been on this end of the power stick before but something seemed different this time. She looked down at the blonde head of the woman bent over her as she lavished attention on B'Elanna so intently and B'Elanna felt something, some emotion she'd never felt before. It only intensified the physical feelings she was already experiencing.

Seven felt B'Elanna's knees begin to buckle again and raised her head from her most enjoyable task. She lifted the smaller woman into her arms and headed for the bed.

"Seven! What're you doing?"

She was feeling somewhat indignant by the high handed manner in which Seven just hoisted her up.

"I intend to explore further. This cannot be accomplished in our current position."

She deposited B'Elanna on the bed, not all that gently either.

"Hey!"

B'Elanna was definitely feeling indignant now.

"I am eager to get back to my task," replied Seven.

B'Elanna was sitting up on the bed her arms still behind her. Seven got on the bed, placing one knee on each side of the Klingon's body. As she eased B'Elanna onto her back she raised her imprisoned arms above her head and held them there in one hand, pressing them down into the bed.

"I want to touch you too," protested B'Elanna.

"In due time. Right now I would like to remain focussed on what I am doing. It is....new to me. I would like to fully enjoy your....pleasure."

Seven explained.

Any further discussion was eliminated as Seven resumed what she had been doing before they moved to the bed. Any protests B'Elanna might have had faded away on a wave of desire.

Seven's hand and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, touching places that B'Elanna never dreamed could be so sensitive before. She felt her whole being pulsate with need.

"Seven..."

B'Elanna wanted to make a suggestion.

"Yes, I know. Give me a moment. I am not 'a pro' at buttons and zippers."

Seven sounded impatient with these inanimate objects.

"There!"

Seven sounded triumphant. B'Elanna didn't bother to explain to Seven that judging by the sound, she had not actually succeeded in making them function properly but rather she had broken them all. B'Elanna didn't give a damn.

Using both hands now, Seven raised B'Elanna's hips slightly and slid the pants and cotton briefs off underneath her and down to B'Elanna's ankles. Seven paused momentarily to take in B'Elanna's dense, black bush. So different from her own pale, blonde curls but so familiar otherwise.

She looked into B'Elanna's eyes and slowly descended down towards B'Elanna's mound, never breaking eye contact for a moment. As B'Elanna watched the beautiful blonde head near her she could feel Seven's breath disturb the curls that covered her center. B'Elanna's head tilted back and her eyes closed in anticipation.

Seven gently parted a path through the musky bush and as she separated B'Elanna's nether lips she dropped her head down and her warm, wet tongue went in as deep as it could. The growl of pleasure from B'Elanna assured Seven she was on the right track as it got louder and stronger.

Seven continued to probe with her tongue, tasting B'Elanna's most inner secret and learning what B'Elanna felt like. When Seven's tongue brushed against a small nob high up B'Elanna's growl went up a couple of notes. Seven centered her attention there.

"Yes, Seven," panted B'Elanna. "But harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I can take it."

Seven complied immediately. B'Elanna's body rose up off the bed but Seven stuck with her. Burying her face deep into B'Elanna she worked the nub hard and fast. Juices began to flow in copious amounts. The tension in B'Elanna's body continued to mount.

At this point, Seven raised her head and moved upwards. Frustrated by the change, B'Elanna looked at her and began to speak. Seven cut her off before she could say a word.

"Do not worry. I do not intend to stop nor do I intend to make you beg as you made me do." Seven assured her. "I would not make you lower your Klingon pride."

Seven almost smirked as she said this.

"I would gladly beg you if that's what you desire. The hell with my Klingon pride. Anything, Seven," B'Elanna said this with great urgency.

The burning Klingon admitted this as much to herself as she did to the woman who held her.

"I only wish to do as you did with me and watch your face as I....enter you."

As Seven explained she began to ease one finger into the well lubricated hole below. B'Elanna gasped harshly as she felt her desire rise again.

Slowly, one finger went in and out, then another and another. Seven was using her Borg implanted hand, the soft ridges of the metal catching gently on any edges it found on the walls of B'Elanna's insides. The sensation was like nothing B'Elanna had ever felt before. Faster and faster, Seven's hand moved in and out. Seven watched B'Elanna's face as she lost control...

The rush seemed to never end. Wave after wave of pleasure roared through B'Elanna in an endless pattern. As they subsided she felt Seven slow her rhythm. Eventually she came to a stop but she did not take her hand out of B'Elanna. Seven was reluctant to end the experience.

The pair of women looked at each other once more, both too full of emotion to speak. Without removing her hand Seven moved upwards until she could kiss B'Elanna once again. She did this, hard and passionate, wanting to convey all she had felt for B'Elanna in these moments. As she did, she slowly slipped her hand out of B'Elanna.

Seven raised her head once more and with a slow deliberate motion she moved over to B'Elanna's left cheek. As Seven lowered her head B'Elanna realized what Seven was about to do. She didn't flinch a muscle. She watched as Seven lowered her mouth down onto her cheek, in the exact spot where Seven's mark from B'Elanna appeared on her face. B'Elanna felt a quick pain and sensed the blood trickling down her cheek.

Seven raised her head, her mouth bloodied, looked unyieldingly into B'Elanna's eyes and whispered.

"You are mine!"

B'Elanna raised her head, kissing Seven's bloody mouth, tasting her own blood there and answered.

"Yes."