Top of the line.
The shore-leave had come as a complete surprise, but still welcome to all. They had stopped to study a very dense nebula, only to find out that in the center there was a star with a single orbiting planet. The inhabitants proved extremely friendly and shore leave was quickly set up. The day had been wonderful for B'Elanna and Seven. It had started with a four hour visit to one of the museums in which B'Elanna discovered that a museum wasn't as horrible as it had always sounded to her. In fact, with the right person with you it could be damn fun.
After that they had visited some kind of strange combination between a race and a fight, in which the contestants had to run around the arena thirty times and during the run apparently all was fair to stop the others from winning. Well, all was fair as long as it was done with bare hands or feet or... any other part of the body. When Seven had objected about the unfairness of it the person beside them had pointed out that all one needed to do was to be the one in front and make sure that the other didn't catch up. That way they couldn't do anything. His point was made when the clear outsider actually won the race.
All of the contestants had been men with huge muscles; clearly fully intending to fight their way to victory. The only exception was a petite woman with what looked like an average build. But when the race began she had proven her worth by slipping past the grabbing arms and just kept running at the front, always dodging the occasional arm or tackle. The crowd had gone wild, like they normally do everywhere in the universe when the underdog wins, and Seven and B'Elanna had been swept up in the celebrations, having the time of their lives.
After that a dinner had followed at a small but extremely good restaurant. And now they were on a beach preparing to watch the sunset. The Tricorder, and Seven's senses, had told them that there wasn't another person around for kilometers and B'Elanna was just in the process of spreading out an extremely large blanket on the soft sand.
"Is the blanket not a little on the large side?" Seven asked amused.
"It looks that way," B'Elanna agreed as she looked up with a grin. "But, I have been on a beach once before. I had a large towel with me and thought that it was enough. It wasn't. Even though I was wearing a bathing suit the entire time, I still ended up with sand in places where you definitely don't want sand."
"If you say so," Seven said as she placed the picnic basket she was carrying on the sand above the blanket.
"Come on, the sun is about to set," B'Elanna said as she sat down on the blanket.
Seven joined her and they cuddled together, both looking up at the red green sky where the swirls of the nebula were giving off an ongoing breathtaking lightshow. Looking down a little to the red/blue line where sky and water met at the horizon, B'Elanna said, "It's beautiful here."
"Yes, beautiful," Seven agreed.
B'Elanna flicked her eyes over at Seven with a smile, only to have that smile disappear when she realized that Seven hadn't been looking at the scenery at all.
"You are beautiful, B'Elanna." Seven slowly leaned in and they shared a hesitant kiss. When they broke apart again, B'Elanna realized that this was in fact the first real kiss they had shared, not counting the kissing on other parts of the body. This had been the first mouth-to-mouth kiss, and B'Elanna wanted more.
Now B'Elanna leaned in and they once again shared a kiss. The kisses just continued to come from there on. At one point tongues entered in to play and all bets were off. Moans started to form, hands started to roam. Further and further they went, the thought of stopping never entering either of their minds. Hands found intimate places and magic was created. But through it all their mouths never moved far. Sometimes they broke apart because of moans, or to take a deep breath, but all in all they continued to kiss as much as possible.
When B'Elanna came it was in relative quiet for the first time in her life. A sharp gasp, nothing else; as if for the first time in her life sound was not needed to convey her pleasure. The gasp was eagerly swallowed by Seven's hungry mouth. Seven came in her normal silent way, the only difference was that this time she whispered a 'B'Elanna' right before she stopped breathing for a moment just like she always did.
They lay in silence for more than half an hour. The warm weather feeling pleasant on their naked skin, hands trailing over bodies with no intent other than to just touch. It was B'Elanna who finally spoke up.
"Seven, what did just happened here? We didn't have sex, did we?"
"No, we did not," Seven agreed.
"We made love," B'Elanna concluded.
"We made love," Seven agreed. "I love you, B'Elanna Torres."
"And I love you, Seven of Nine. You are my perfection."
The atmosphere on the holodeck was loose and jubilant. Harry's team, with a lot of help from Seven and a token effort from B'Elanna, who was still learning how to actually play pool, had just won by the slightest of margins. B'Elanna had decided to be fair and honestly told people that Seven was damn good and should be considered the shark of the team. Because of that, the people who had lost from her hadn't really been upset. Well, there was the one occasion where Tom had thrown the cue onto the table in frustration and with that actually accidentally sunk Seven's last ball, but that didn't really count.
It was a week now since the shore-leave and things had clearly changed. People had noticed the interaction between Seven and B'Elanna and understood that Seven clearly wasn't just some sex doll anymore. So, they had been treating her just like one of the crew. This was something that had been enhanced by the fact that Seven had the cunning ability to help people with the most simplest of suggestions. People wondered just how the blonde could know some of the things that she did, but they didn't think too much about it. In the end, Seven was glad to help and the people around her appreciated it.
B'Elanna and Seven stood with the rest of Harry's team and were just enjoying a victory drink. Harry had Megan and Jennifer with him; their triangle relationship long since known on the ship. In the beginning there had indeed been the talk that the twins had expected; about Harry living the sex fantasy of having a twin. But that talk had quickly disappeared as people had heard Jennifer and Megan argue, in fun, about who of them would get Harry that night. The logic had been so simple that it had stopped the rumors. Clearly if they were discussing who could have Harry that night, it meant that they weren't sleeping with him simultaneously, right? The simple trick had been suggested by Seven, and as a result the friendship between the five of them had gotten only stronger.
Yes, all in all things were going great, B'Elanna thought. Her life with Seven was wonderful, Seven was being seen as a person and not an object, and the two of them were getting much more involved in the ship's social life than B'Elanna had been before she and Seven got together. Got together, B'Elanna wondered when she had started to call it that instead of the fact; since she had gotten Seven. Either way, who cared how they met up, important was that now they were together. There was just one more thing, and just as if hearing her thoughts, Captain Janeway came over.
"B'Elanna, could I have a word with you?"
B'Elanna nodded and followed Janeway, Seven did the same.
"Seven, I would like to talk to B'Elanna alone for a moment," Janeway said as she saw Seven following.
"B'Elanna and I are one unit. Unless you need to talk to her officially from Captain to Lieutenant, than I will leave, otherwise; where she goes, I go."
Janeway looked at B'Elanna and sighed.
"Sorry, Captain. Though I would have used different words, the heart of the matter is the same; where I go, she goes. Where she goes, I go."
"Alright already. Well, this concerns her as well anyway. B'Elanna, officially Seven is still registered as personal property," Janeway lifted her hand to stop the women from talking. "What Seven truly is, or what she is to you B'Elanna, I don't know. What I do know is that after having seen how she behaves and how she interact with the crew, that I have reached a point where I, as your Captain, can no longer condone that Seven is listed as property."
"Then we are in agreement, Captain," B'Elanna said. "You just beat me to it, but I was planning on coming by tomorrow and discuss this very point. With your permission I would like Seven's status to be changed from my property to my roommate. And would also like to request that she becomes an official crew member and be placed on the crew manifest."
"Wonderful," Janeway said with a smile, glad that this had turned out so well. "I'll take care of it first thing in the morning."
"Why are you so sad?" B'Elanna asked her lover. She and Seven were lying in bed, ready to go to sleep, but B'Elanna couldn't help but notice that Seven was sad.
"You are not supposed to notice that; apparently I have to change my settings a little."
"You can change your settings all you want; I will still notice," B'Elanna assured. "Now, why are you so sad?"
"Because tomorrow the two weeks are up, and my vacation will be over."
"What are you talking about?" B'Elanna asked confused.
"B'Elanna, the Borg Queen told you that she would not be able to be back for two weeks. Tomorrow the two weeks are over and the Queen will contact you to see how satisfied you are with your product. Once you tell her what happened she will undoubtedly offer the obvious solution that you did not think of."
"I'm not following," B'Elanna admitted.
"B'Elanna, all my command lines are stored in me and in the alcove. However, they can only be changed in the alcove. Nobody but me will ever be able to change the settings on the alcove I now have, however, simply replace the alcove and you have once again full access to all my command lines. I will once again be that sex doll you received two weeks ago."
"Do you really think I would do that?" B'Elanna asked with a hurt tone in her voice. "Seven, I love you just the way you are. I don't want you to change, unless you want to change. Remember how whatever I want you to do, makes you actually want to do it? Well, that goes both ways. I don't want a single thing about you to change, but if you do change something I will love it because I know that it's you, and only you, that wants that change."
Seven smiled at B'Elanna. "So you will not have my alcove replaced, nor will you have base rule 69 reinstalled?"
"I promise, Seven. On my honor, and on my life. Besides, I would be stupid to do so on both issues. If I were to have your alcove replaced, I would lose you. I might still have your body, but I would lose the person I love. As for having base rule 69 reinstalled, do you really think I would be so stupid on a professional basis? Seven, you would go back to only being able to tell me how to do something, now you can actually do it. God, I love every minute we spent together in Engineering. We two are an unbeatable team. Your theoretical knowledge combined with the physical abilities to back them up, my engineering intuition and willingness to listen to your theoretical ideas. We have achieved more in the last two weeks than I alone have been able to come up with in the last half year. Bottom line; anyone but you touches that alcove and I'll kick their ass."
Seven smiled again and leaned to the side of the bed and picked a padd of the nightstand. "I was hoping that you would say that," She said once she was lying beside B'Elanna again. "Let me tell you a story. Depending on who you ask it is either a joke, or a life lesson.
Once upon a time there was a king that lost his kingdom to an enemy. Then one day an ugly witch came to him and told him, "I'll get you your kingdom back, but only if you pay my price."
"Anything you want," The King assured the crone.
"King, I am a powerful witch and can control all but one thing; feelings. Because of the way I look I can't get a man to marry me. If you marry me, I will get you back your kingdom."
The king was just about to agree when his second in command spoke up. "My King, I cannot let you do this. If this witch only wants to marry someone, I will take your place. I will marry her."
The deal was made and that night the general was waiting for the witch so that he could perform his marital duties and sleep with her. Imagine his surprise when instead of the ugly witch the most beautiful woman the general had ever seen entered his room.
"My husband," The witch said, "By marrying me, you broke the spell I myself was under. As your reward, I will from now on be beautiful for twelve hours of the day and ugly for the other twelve. Now all you need to do is make a choice. Do you want me beautiful during the night so that you can sleep with a beautiful woman, or do you want me beautiful during the day so that you can show me off to your friends and family?"
The general didn't know what to do; how could he choose between the two? How could he choose between taking the most beautiful woman in the kingdom to bed every night, or having the most beautiful woman in the kingdom on his arm every day? Desperately he admitted, "I cannot make that choice. Please, my wife, you make that choice yourself."
The witch smiled at her husband and got in to bed. "You did well, my husband. Because you left the choice to me, I now choose to be beautiful during the day, as well as during the night."
"Well, I can certainly see the joke part of it," B'Elanna said when Seven was finished. "Because you can jokingly say that the moral of the story is, no matter what the woman looks like, underneath it all, she is still a witch."
"Indeed," Seven agreed. "And the life lesson part is, that sometimes if you can choose, but trust others with that choice, it turns out that you can have it all. B'Elanna, by not changing the alcove, you now truly own me, my body, and my mind." Seven handed the padd to B'Elanna. "I was desperately hoping that you would make that choice and therefore I created a little surprise for you. I changed some of the access codes to some of my settings. I copied them to this padd for you."
B'Elanna looked at the padd and saw that actually quite a few settings now had a code that B'Elanna could easily remember. She couldn't help but notice that the sex drive was one of those settings. B'Elanna closed her eyes for a moment and very deliberately banned the code she had seen from her mind again. Once she was sure that she had succeeded she looked at Seven.
"Oh, no, my little witch. I learned my lesson well. The only person that makes character choices for Seven of Nine is Seven of Nine." Very deliberately B'Elanna deleted all information on the padd before handing it back to Seven. "Here, you might want to use this padd to copy all the settings you have, the levels you have them at that is. That way if the alcove ever malfunctions we have a list of settings we have to input into the new alcove."
Seven took the padd and let it drop on to the floor beside the bed. "You just passed my last test, B'Elanna. I just told you that you own me, body and mind. Now let me tell you, B'Elanna Torres, that you own me fully. Body, mind... and soul. I am yours."
"And I am yours," B'Elanna said. "You own me as well; body, mind, and soul. I think that my soul is in safe hands with you, and I promise you that your soul is in safe hands with me. I love you Seven, and I promise you that we will be together until death does us part."
"And even after that," Seven amended.
"And even after that," B'Elanna agreed.
"B'Elanna, good to see you again," The Borg Queen said over the view screen. "Did you have a 'fun' two weeks?"
"More than you can imagine," B'Elanna said.
"I see that you have your unit with you," The Queen said, seeing the blonde sitting beside B'Elanna.
"Seven and I are hardly ever apart," B'Elanna merely said.
"Well, I have some news about the unit, and it's not all good I'm afraid."
"Why, is there something wrong with her?" B'Elanna asked as she looked at Seven worried.
"Well, wrong is a big word. It's more that we discovered that one of our developers cut some corners and where the 7OF9 unit was supposed to be our best product, it now has some serious design flaws."
"What? You mean she can die?"
"Die? Oh you mean stop functioning? No, no worries about that. The body and implants are just fine. It's the brain. It's just wired totally wrong. I'm actually surprised that your unit is working, but now that it is, I don't see why it should stop. But all the units we were still building have been scraped. Try as we might, we just couldn't get them to operate at all. We have decided to scrap the 7OF9 unit line all together. This is good news for you though. If you want we can offer you the previous model; the 9OF12. Best thing is, we also have a 'he' version of that model."
"But I don't want to give Seven up. She isn't going anywhere," B'Elanna said resolutely.
"Well," The Queen said with a confused shrug. "If you really want to keep a defective unit, all the power to you, as the saying goes. I'm glad to see though that you turned out to be very happy with our product."
"I am," B'Elanna said. "In fact, if you ever need me to, I'll be more than happy to play one of those satisfied costumers you always have in your commercials."
The Queen smiled at that. "I'll definitely keep that in mind the next time we have to market a clearly 'straight only' product."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," B'Elanna assured. "Seven helped me get over my 'I have to be seen as definitely not gay' phobia quite nicely."
"Well, alright then, if you are satisfied with the product as it is, I'll be on my way then. We will speak again, I'm sure. You are after all our gazillionth costumer, so we want to make sure that you continue to be happy with our product."
"Thanks," B'Elanna said. Then she wondered. The Queen had proven to be a nice person. A salesperson through and through, but still a nice person. Deciding to take a bit of a chance, she added. "Thank you from the both of us. Seven also is grateful to you. Not because I want her to, but because she wants to."
The Queen looked at them for a moment with a frown. Then she started to understand and her eyes got wide. "You're joking."
"She is not," Seven assured. "I thank you for creating me, from the bottom of my," A clear pause emphasized the next word, "Soul."
"I see that it's definitely a good thing that we scrapped the entire line. Can you imagine the kind of lawsuits THAT would bring? Well, B'Elanna I still want you to enjoy our, um, product for a long time. But seeing the circumstance, whenever any maintenance is needed you contact me, and only me. I'll place you on the 'put through' list. We don't want the wrong people to look at your product in too much of a detail, do we?"
"No we don't," B'Elanna agreed with a grin. "Thank you again, and whenever you have the time, come on by and the three of us will have a stiff drink and talk about things that aren't supposed to be possible."
"I'll hold you to that," The Queen said with a grin. "B'Elanna, be well," The Queen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Um, Seven. You, um, have a good life."
"Thank you, I will," Seven assured.
Once the view screen had gone blank Seven turned to B'Elanna. "So, B'Elanna, what are our plans for the rest of the evening?"
"I don't know, why do you ask?"
Seven closed in and treated B'Elanna to a kiss that left the Klingon breathless. "Well, I was just thinking."
"Yes?" B'Elanna merely managed to ask.
"When you received that extremely hot 'top of the line' Borg sex doll that was built exactly to your specifications, and so perfect that just looking at her made you wet. She actually came with a whole storage compartment full of accessories. I think, seeing that tomorrow we both have the day off, and I recharged last night, that for the next two days we make love, and love, and love. Eat, make love, and love, and love. Sleep, make love, and love, and love, and... well and so on. Until we have tested every single one of the accessories thoroughly and had a lot of 'just us' lovemaking on top of that."
"That sounds like a lot of lovemaking," B'Elanna said with a huge grin.
"Well, that is what you get for falling in love with a sex doll. Sex dolls are known for being able to go on and on. Come to think of it, Klingons have a similar name. So, we are going to have ourselves a little competition. Just who lasts longer, a Borg sex doll, or a horny Klingon?"
"I have a distinct feeling that you'll kill me," B'Elanna grinned. For some strange reason she just wasn't able to get rid of the grin. Well, actually, the reason wasn't really that strange.
"Yes, but what a way to go," Seven smiled. She sank on to the floor and moved until she was sitting in front of B'Elanna. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of B'Elanna's pants and playfully started to tug downwards. "However, before we move to the accessories I am going to show you something."
"What?" B'Elanna asked as she more than happily lifted up a little so that Seven could remove her pants and panties.
"I am going to show you why the Queen said that I can make even a warp engine scream out its release with my licking." Seven looked up and gave B'Elanna a wicked smile. "I am going to eat you until you are literally begging for mercy. And then,"
"And then?" B'Elanna asked as she felt her sex being teased by the tip of Seven's tongue.
"And then," Seven said after she swallowed the little bit of B'Elanna's essence that she had collected. "Then you can see what it takes to make a sex doll scream out for mercy. No other conditions, you do whatever you want, just make me scream."
"You don't ever scream," B'Elanna said, getting wetter when she saw Seven swallow what she had collected.
Seven looked up and winked. "I know. That is what your true task will be. I myself want to find out just what it takes before I scream."
"Oh, I'll make you scream alright, my little witch," B'Elanna said.
And later that evening, much to her great pride, she did indeed manage to make Seven scream in pleasure.
Note, the story of the witch and the general is not mine. I got that as some internet e-mail joke. But even though I did indeed find it funny, I also saw that there is indeed a life lesson to be found there.
Started: not sure, about a week before the finish date.
Finished: March 14th 2006.
I hope you enjoyed this story.
You will notice that the story changed along the line. I started this story out to be nothing but some fun. But, sigh, the different approach grew on me and I felt that I had to include some clear love between the characters in there. Hope you liked.