The Claiming
by Rae <artemis@wn.com.au>
B'Elanna closed her eyes as she felt a touch on her shoulder. "Please, don't," she whispered, not daring to turn. "Please."
"Why not?" her companion demanded. "B'Elanna..."
B'Elanna took a short, sharp step away and turned. "Don't do this to me, Seven. You have no right."
"I have every right," the ex-Borg argued, an angry snap to her voice. "This pain is mine too, B'Elanna, and you are causing it to me."
Her tight control broken, B'Elanna raised her hand to strike. She knew she would never complete the blow - and that she never could, for Seven caught her wrist in a grip like steel. "B'Elanna..." Seven intoned, before her teeth nipped at B'Elanna's palm. "Why do you hurt us?" Her lips brushed the inside of B'Elanna's wrist.
A tear escaped and trickled down B'Elanna's cheek. "I'm scared, Seven," she whispered. The grip on her wrist was not restraining, merely comforting, as the alabaster Borg trailed kisses along her fingertips. "I'm afraid to... love you." She had never said those words before.
Crystal blue eyes raised to meet hers. "Elaborate," Seven told her succinctly.
"I'm afraid to lose you." A flash of ivory as Seven smiled, only for a moment.
"You will not." Now Seven found her lips, a powerful kiss that made her heart pound. She felt teeth close on her lower lip, the bite not quite hard enough to break the skin. B'Elanna moaned into the mouth covering her own and surrendered to the rising tide of pure sensation as they moved back into her bedroom. Seven drew her hands together and grasped her wrists as they slid onto the bed, holding B'Elanna's hands above her head with the Borg-enhanced strength of her right arm.
"Seven..." B'Elanna expelled the name on a long, slow breath as Seven kissed her neck, and repeated it in a cry half moan, half yelp as she felt her teeth sink into her shoulder.
"Mine," Seven whispered, the blood on her lips black in the red lighting of B'Elanna's bedroom.
"Yes," B'Elanna hissed, as Seven's attentions moved lower, more aggressive than ever before. Her left hand ran across B'Elanna's breasts, the smooth-rough metal contrasting with the silky touch of Seven's lips which followed. Now Seven's human fingers measured the shape of arms and ribs as they trailed to B'Elanna's hip.
"Please," B'Elanna added, begged, and breathed as the slender fingers ceased their hesitation and touched her. Seven moved against her and downwards, bringing lips and tongue to bear on the assault on B'Elanna's senses.
"Love you," Seven murmured. Words and breath caressed her, and B'Elanna came on a long, slow sigh.
Seven returned to kiss her, and B'Elanna tasted blood and sex on ex-Borg lips. "Love you," she returned, with conviction.
Seven ducked her head and licked at the seeping blood on B'Elanna's shoulders. "You will never lose me," she promised gravely. "You are mine now."
B'Elanna smiled. "Yes, Seven."
- finis -