FF: Played
Author: Widdy
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or Seven and B’Elanna unfortunately; Paramount does so I'm just borrowing them I will return them after I'm done.
Feedback: Yes feel free to feed me.
Pairing: B’Elanna/Seven
B’Elanna felt the air shift slightly as another body lowered itself next to her. B’Elanna twisted her lips and glanced to her right. She couldn’t help the frown that deeply creased her brow and the surge of anger that lanced through her body, as she stared at her fellow prisoner.
“Lieutenant...”
“Don’t!” B’Elanna interrupted raising her hand to stop her fellow crew member.
Seven’s eyebrow rose as she tried again, “I wish to explain...”
“I’m not interested.” B’Elanna growled angrily.
“B’Elanna...” Seven persisted.
“I said I wasn’t interested.” B’Elanna insisted again as she gave her head a sharp shake. Briefly she wondered at Seven using her first name, it wasn’t something the drone was prone to doing.
“Still...”
B’Elanna wagged her finger, “Ah, not interested.”
Glaring at Seven once more B’Elanna shook her head as she pondered how her shore leave had gone so drastically wrong. All her day was supposed to consist of was relaxing upon the beach and then going back to Voyager. Things however hadn’t turned out like that. B’Elanna pursed her lips and she allowed her eyes to roam around the small wooden structure they found themselves in.
Seven had gotten them into this situation and B’Elanna was not easy to forgive.
It wasn’t your typical prison, being as it was pretty much self imposed, but it was a prison all the same. The reason they were stuck in here was because of Seven.
B’Elanna had to concede that the day had started well. She had been slightly peeved because Janeway had suddenly announced that she had to spend her downtime with Seven. B’Elanna had wanted to rebel against the forced bonding session, but the older woman had been insistent, and for a change B’Elanna hadn’t been in the mood to argue.
Seven had been waiting in the transporter room when she had arrived. B’Elanna had been all ready to rip into Seven about how they were doing what she wanted to do for the day, and that was nothing. However her plan had faltered when she had found the tall blonde standing ramrod straight wearing a silky blue robe and with a bag and a beach towel at her feet.
Before she had even had the opportunity to speak, Seven had informed her that she had chosen a suitable beach resort and that they should leave immediately. With that she had stepped onto the transported pad and annoyingly cocked her implanted brow.
B’Elanna had briefly considered arguing, but quickly disregarded it. Instead she made up her mind to ignore Seven for the rest of the day and work on topping up her tan.
Several seconds later B’Elanna found herself standing next to Seven atop a sand dune. B’Elanna gazed around at the black grass and the white sand when Seven strode away towards what looked like a beach hut.
Annoyed B’Elanna had followed.
Signs ran the full length of the stone pathway. B’Elanna had frowned in confusion as she stared at the little stick figured depicted upon the signs. Somewhere in red and some in black, some had slashes next to them while some stood alone. One in particular caught her eye, she frowned in confusion. Her observation however was interrupted by a man who walked past her. She had quickly found herself looking away in shock. It wasn’t the man’s protruding gullet, or the thick layer of hair wiry pink hair that covered his chest and legs. No, it was the fact that man didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.
B’Elanna had started to get the feeling something was terribly wrong after the fifth person in a row walked past her completely naked. The sign that depicted a tunic and shorts with a slash through it suddenly started to make sense.
It wouldn't have been so bad, but the Spearians weren’t the most attractive species they had come across, bright yellow skin, cerise pink hair, throw into that the fact that they had triple the amount of genitals that humans, or Klingons sported, it just made the sight something to behold.
Shaking her head B’Elanna looked back at her companion, “I can’t believe you did this Seven.”
“I did nothing.” Seven simply stated as her back straightened.
“You did nothing? You’re the one who suggested that we take our shore leave here.” B’Elanna felt her eyes widen. This was Seven’s choice of beach.
Not that they had been allowed on the beach. After smiling at a nude woman with three breasts and three vaginas, B’Elanna had quickly caught up with Seven who was talking to a tall skinny Spearian man at the beach hut. Ignoring him B’Elanna had let rip.
Seven had just stood still and had taken everything that B’Elanna had hurled at her. She would still be out there ripping Seven several new orifices if it hadn’t been for the man asking her to hand over her clothes.
She had lunged for him. If Seven hadn’t quickly grabbed her then B’Elanna didn’t know what damage she might have done to him. If his triple erection was anything to go by he might have enjoyed it.
Seven then asked him could they go on the beach clothed. The look her gave her was comical, he just shook his head and told them no, it would be obscene. B’Elanna had tried to kill him again as Seven had told him that it would not be a problem and had dragged her into the hut. Which was aptly named the Stripping Hut.
“Yes, that is true.” Seven conceded bringing B’Elanna’s mind back to the present.
“Then this is your fault. What on earth possessed you to pick a nudist beach?” B’Elanna asked in exasperation.
Seven tilted her head slightly, “I did not.”
“You didn’t? I don’t understand.” B’Elanna frowned, not following.
“It was a suggestion.”
“From who?” B’Elanna asked the name Tom Paris flashed into her mind. However they were dashed with Seven’s next words.
“Captain Janeway.” Seven said, with a small nod of her head.
“Janeway?!” B’Elanna screamed. It was unbelievable.
“Yes.” Seven nodded again.
B’Elanna shook her head; she could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Janeway suggested that you take me to a nudist beach?”
A small crease appeared between Seven’s eyes, “Not in so many words.”
“What exactly did she say?” B’Elanna asked slowly as she started to get the feeling that Seven had royally screwed this up.
“Captain Janeway suggested that we spend time together.”
B’Elanna snorted at Seven’s choice of words; it had practically been an order.
“Yeah, she also ‘suggested’ the same things to me, but where does the nudist part come in?” B’Elanna asked her feeling of dread increasing.
“She believes that in order for us to have a productive relationship, we must strip away the layers to reveal our true selves to each other.”
“Khaless...” B’Elanna breathed, trust Seven to take Janeway and her metaphors at face value. She was going to kill Janeway when they got back.
“She also mentioned the fact that we needed to get back to basics and...”
“I get the picture.” B’Elanna held up her hand having heard quite enough, “Seven, somehow I don’t think she meant that we should go to a nudist beach and strip off.”
“You are sure?” Seven asked with a small frown.
“Yes.”
“Perhaps you are correct.”
Seven seemed to nod to herself and then stood up from the small bench.
“What are you doing?” B’Elanna asked in shock as she watched Seven slip her robe from her shoulders.
B’Elanna swallowed hard as the incredibly beautiful ex-drone unhooked her bikini top and then slid the bottoms down her body and stood before her naked. Fascinated B’Elanna found herself staring at the implants slightly protruding from various parts of Seven’s body. The mix of flesh and technology did nothing to detract from Seven’s beauty, in fact it enhanced it in places. Curiously B’Elanna found her hand reaching out to touch one and quickly snatched it back as Seven turned to face her.
She placed her hands behind her back and B’Elanna’s jaw dropped open before she closed it with an audible click as Seven’s breasts were thrust out at her.
“I am going outside.”
“But they are all...” B’Elanna swallowed hard as she tore her eyes away from Seven’s chest.
“As am I.” Seven stated the obvious.
“But...” B’Elanna stuttered. She couldn’t believe that Seven was going to trot around a strange planet in the nude. Actually B’Elanna could believe it.
“Lieutenant, I was not aware that you had a problem with nakedness.”
“I don’t!” B’Elanna growled she didn’t have a problem with her body or being nude; it was everyone else’s that she didn’t really enjoy seeing. Present company excluded.
“Then why are you stumbling over your words?” Seven asked slightly amused by the flustered B’Elanna.
“It’s just...” B’Elanna paused as Seven’s implanted brow rose. B’Elanna felt her eyes narrow as Seven picked up her towel. There was no way on earth she was going to let Seven think that she was superior because she could strip off. Well two could play that that game. “Fine. I’ll show you.”
B’Elanna jumped up from her seat and in one movement ripped the bathing suit from her body. Glaring at Seven B’Elanna snatched the towel from under Seven’s arm and stalked from the Stripping Hut and out on to the beach.
A few moments later when Seven found B’Elanna sprawled out on her towel on the beach, she generously offered to rub suntan lotion over her back. B’Elanna consented with a sigh never seeing the full and radiant smile that consumed Seven’s face, as the ex-drone pumped her fist in triumph.
She also never realised that she had well and truly been played.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or Seven and B’Elanna unfortunately; Paramount does so I'm just borrowing them I will return them after I'm done.
Feedback: Yes feel free to feed me.
Pairing: B’Elanna/Seven
B’Elanna felt the air shift slightly as another body lowered itself next to her. B’Elanna twisted her lips and glanced to her right. She couldn’t help the frown that deeply creased her brow and the surge of anger that lanced through her body, as she stared at her fellow prisoner.
“Lieutenant...”
“Don’t!” B’Elanna interrupted raising her hand to stop her fellow crew member.
Seven’s eyebrow rose as she tried again, “I wish to explain...”
“I’m not interested.” B’Elanna growled angrily.
“B’Elanna...” Seven persisted.
“I said I wasn’t interested.” B’Elanna insisted again as she gave her head a sharp shake. Briefly she wondered at Seven using her first name, it wasn’t something the drone was prone to doing.
“Still...”
B’Elanna wagged her finger, “Ah, not interested.”
Glaring at Seven once more B’Elanna shook her head as she pondered how her shore leave had gone so drastically wrong. All her day was supposed to consist of was relaxing upon the beach and then going back to Voyager. Things however hadn’t turned out like that. B’Elanna pursed her lips and she allowed her eyes to roam around the small wooden structure they found themselves in.
Seven had gotten them into this situation and B’Elanna was not easy to forgive.
It wasn’t your typical prison, being as it was pretty much self imposed, but it was a prison all the same. The reason they were stuck in here was because of Seven.
B’Elanna had to concede that the day had started well. She had been slightly peeved because Janeway had suddenly announced that she had to spend her downtime with Seven. B’Elanna had wanted to rebel against the forced bonding session, but the older woman had been insistent, and for a change B’Elanna hadn’t been in the mood to argue.
Seven had been waiting in the transporter room when she had arrived. B’Elanna had been all ready to rip into Seven about how they were doing what she wanted to do for the day, and that was nothing. However her plan had faltered when she had found the tall blonde standing ramrod straight wearing a silky blue robe and with a bag and a beach towel at her feet.
Before she had even had the opportunity to speak, Seven had informed her that she had chosen a suitable beach resort and that they should leave immediately. With that she had stepped onto the transported pad and annoyingly cocked her implanted brow.
B’Elanna had briefly considered arguing, but quickly disregarded it. Instead she made up her mind to ignore Seven for the rest of the day and work on topping up her tan.
Several seconds later B’Elanna found herself standing next to Seven atop a sand dune. B’Elanna gazed around at the black grass and the white sand when Seven strode away towards what looked like a beach hut.
Annoyed B’Elanna had followed.
Signs ran the full length of the stone pathway. B’Elanna had frowned in confusion as she stared at the little stick figured depicted upon the signs. Somewhere in red and some in black, some had slashes next to them while some stood alone. One in particular caught her eye, she frowned in confusion. Her observation however was interrupted by a man who walked past her. She had quickly found herself looking away in shock. It wasn’t the man’s protruding gullet, or the thick layer of hair wiry pink hair that covered his chest and legs. No, it was the fact that man didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.
B’Elanna had started to get the feeling something was terribly wrong after the fifth person in a row walked past her completely naked. The sign that depicted a tunic and shorts with a slash through it suddenly started to make sense.
It wouldn't have been so bad, but the Spearians weren’t the most attractive species they had come across, bright yellow skin, cerise pink hair, throw into that the fact that they had triple the amount of genitals that humans, or Klingons sported, it just made the sight something to behold.
Shaking her head B’Elanna looked back at her companion, “I can’t believe you did this Seven.”
“I did nothing.” Seven simply stated as her back straightened.
“You did nothing? You’re the one who suggested that we take our shore leave here.” B’Elanna felt her eyes widen. This was Seven’s choice of beach.
Not that they had been allowed on the beach. After smiling at a nude woman with three breasts and three vaginas, B’Elanna had quickly caught up with Seven who was talking to a tall skinny Spearian man at the beach hut. Ignoring him B’Elanna had let rip.
Seven had just stood still and had taken everything that B’Elanna had hurled at her. She would still be out there ripping Seven several new orifices if it hadn’t been for the man asking her to hand over her clothes.
She had lunged for him. If Seven hadn’t quickly grabbed her then B’Elanna didn’t know what damage she might have done to him. If his triple erection was anything to go by he might have enjoyed it.
Seven then asked him could they go on the beach clothed. The look her gave her was comical, he just shook his head and told them no, it would be obscene. B’Elanna had tried to kill him again as Seven had told him that it would not be a problem and had dragged her into the hut. Which was aptly named the Stripping Hut.
“Yes, that is true.” Seven conceded bringing B’Elanna’s mind back to the present.
“Then this is your fault. What on earth possessed you to pick a nudist beach?” B’Elanna asked in exasperation.
Seven tilted her head slightly, “I did not.”
“You didn’t? I don’t understand.” B’Elanna frowned, not following.
“It was a suggestion.”
“From who?” B’Elanna asked the name Tom Paris flashed into her mind. However they were dashed with Seven’s next words.
“Captain Janeway.” Seven said, with a small nod of her head.
“Janeway?!” B’Elanna screamed. It was unbelievable.
“Yes.” Seven nodded again.
B’Elanna shook her head; she could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Janeway suggested that you take me to a nudist beach?”
A small crease appeared between Seven’s eyes, “Not in so many words.”
“What exactly did she say?” B’Elanna asked slowly as she started to get the feeling that Seven had royally screwed this up.
“Captain Janeway suggested that we spend time together.”
B’Elanna snorted at Seven’s choice of words; it had practically been an order.
“Yeah, she also ‘suggested’ the same things to me, but where does the nudist part come in?” B’Elanna asked her feeling of dread increasing.
“She believes that in order for us to have a productive relationship, we must strip away the layers to reveal our true selves to each other.”
“Khaless...” B’Elanna breathed, trust Seven to take Janeway and her metaphors at face value. She was going to kill Janeway when they got back.
“She also mentioned the fact that we needed to get back to basics and...”
“I get the picture.” B’Elanna held up her hand having heard quite enough, “Seven, somehow I don’t think she meant that we should go to a nudist beach and strip off.”
“You are sure?” Seven asked with a small frown.
“Yes.”
“Perhaps you are correct.”
Seven seemed to nod to herself and then stood up from the small bench.
“What are you doing?” B’Elanna asked in shock as she watched Seven slip her robe from her shoulders.
B’Elanna swallowed hard as the incredibly beautiful ex-drone unhooked her bikini top and then slid the bottoms down her body and stood before her naked. Fascinated B’Elanna found herself staring at the implants slightly protruding from various parts of Seven’s body. The mix of flesh and technology did nothing to detract from Seven’s beauty, in fact it enhanced it in places. Curiously B’Elanna found her hand reaching out to touch one and quickly snatched it back as Seven turned to face her.
She placed her hands behind her back and B’Elanna’s jaw dropped open before she closed it with an audible click as Seven’s breasts were thrust out at her.
“I am going outside.”
“But they are all...” B’Elanna swallowed hard as she tore her eyes away from Seven’s chest.
“As am I.” Seven stated the obvious.
“But...” B’Elanna stuttered. She couldn’t believe that Seven was going to trot around a strange planet in the nude. Actually B’Elanna could believe it.
“Lieutenant, I was not aware that you had a problem with nakedness.”
“I don’t!” B’Elanna growled she didn’t have a problem with her body or being nude; it was everyone else’s that she didn’t really enjoy seeing. Present company excluded.
“Then why are you stumbling over your words?” Seven asked slightly amused by the flustered B’Elanna.
“It’s just...” B’Elanna paused as Seven’s implanted brow rose. B’Elanna felt her eyes narrow as Seven picked up her towel. There was no way on earth she was going to let Seven think that she was superior because she could strip off. Well two could play that that game. “Fine. I’ll show you.”
B’Elanna jumped up from her seat and in one movement ripped the bathing suit from her body. Glaring at Seven B’Elanna snatched the towel from under Seven’s arm and stalked from the Stripping Hut and out on to the beach.
A few moments later when Seven found B’Elanna sprawled out on her towel on the beach, she generously offered to rub suntan lotion over her back. B’Elanna consented with a sigh never seeing the full and radiant smile that consumed Seven’s face, as the ex-drone pumped her fist in triumph.
She also never realised that she had well and truly been played.