All was quiet on the Voyager's bridge. All systems were running at peak efficiency and the Alpha Quadrant was slowly getting nearer with every passing day. As Captain Janeway sat in her command chair, staring at an all but blank viewscreen, trying to keep from falling asleep, her mind began to wander and into it came an enticing picture of her feisty Klingon wife B'Elanna Torres. An image of B'Elanna in the throes of passion solidified behind her eyes: B'Elanna writhing beneath her, growling with desire, moaning her name. The good captain was getting decidedly hot under the collar and she shifted in her seat, trying to push the memory from of unco-operative mind. As if on cue the turbolift doors swished open and B'Elanna herself strode onto the bridge, taking her wife's breath away. Suddenly Janeway was wide awake, her heart skipping wildly even as she tried to appear nonchalant. "Lieutenant," she managed to say with an acknowledging nod, "was there something you needed?"
"No ma'am, not really. I just thought the bridge might be more interesting than Engineering."
"sorry, it's pretty uneventful up here too, but feel free to stick around."

B'Elanna took her post at the engineering console and started running a diagnostic, but she was distracted almost immediately by the sense that she was being watched and raised her eyes to lock gazes with her wife. Kathryn's eyes were usually blue, but they were not blue now, they were extraordinarily dark and smoldering as they took in the lean, muscled form before them.

B'Elanna smiled wickedly and her own eyes turned darker. "Was there something you needed, captain?" she asked to teasingly, causing Janeway's lips to curl into a radiant smile and a blush to creep over her cheeks.
"That's all right, lieutenant. It can wait... for a while ", she replied. The sexual tension between them was almost tangible and the rest of the bridge crew, who had been discreetly pretending not to notice the exchange, fidgeted with PADDs and consoles. But sexual tension was not the only thing crackling in the air, for gradually they all became aware of a fizzing, as if someone was attempting a beam-in.

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Reports started coming in of holographic characters manifesting all over the ship. Apparently, Lord Byron and Socrates were arguing in the mess hall, Sandrine was in Sickbay trying to make love to the doctor and now, on the bridge, a Klingon warrior from B'Elanna's training programme had just materialised in front of the captain for a split second and then disappeared.

Janeway leapt to her feet. "What the hell is going on here?!" she yelled as Harry Kim frantically punched keys. "There's some kind of malfunction in the holoprojectors", the young ensign stated.
"Well shut them down!" Janeway barked.
"I'm trying ma'am, no response"
"B'Elanna?" Janeway asked, turning, but B'Elanna was staring across the bridge at a warrior from the House of K'Marr. "Computer" she ordered quickly, as she tore off her jacket, "transport Bat'leth and Dak'Taghs from Torres/Janeway quarters to the bridge, now!" The items appeared before her and, tucking the knives into her boots, she grabbed the shining Bat'leth and vaulted over the console. She arrived in front of the captain just in time to block the path of the blade that was heading for her wife's skull with her own weapon, and then the battle was on.

B'Elanna shoved Kathryn backwards so that she was forced to sit down in her command chair, and then she leapt at the warrior, expertly twirling her Bat'leth in his face, forcing him to back off. The warrior shouted something in Klingon and she responded fluently, provoking him to attack. Torres swung her Bat'leth and leapt gracefully to avoid his blade, which sliced only the air beneath her feet. As she landed she brought her own blade crashing down on the warrior's neck, neatly decapitating him and spraying holographic blood over her face. She had no opportunity to enjoy her victory, however, for two more warriors had materialised as their commrade dropped to the deck and immediately set upon her. She fended them off expertly and even had time to throw a Dak'Tagh into the chest of a third warrior who had appeared across the bridge. The other two warriors were dispatched in short order, the first getting the point of a Bat'leth between his ribs and the second a cutting edge sliced through both his stomachs. within half a second B'Elanna was ready for her next opponent.

For B'Elanna time had stopped. Having snapped into Warrior mode as soon as she sensed Kathryn was in danger, she was oblivious to anything except the objects of her rage. That rage, however, was focussed, tempered by the mental discipline of a true Warrior, and she felt the power of Kahless coursing through her veins and carrying her into the battlelust that was her birthright.

In fact the whole episode had taken only a few seconds - seconds in which the rest of the bridge crew had been frozen in amazement at the display. Now, however, they began to recover their presence of mind and take action. Chakotay, sensing B'Elanna was in control, escorted the junior officers off the bridge; Tuvok aimed his phaser at B'Elanna's opponent, but decided he was too likely to hit her and refrained from firing, choosing to engage the emerging warriors in hand to hand combat. Paris and Kim worked desperately to end the technical hitch which had caused this problem in the first place. Only Janeway failed to move. She couldn't move. She was frozen to her chair, paralysed with desire. The magnificent sight of B'Elanna in full Warrior mode took her breath away and made her heart explode in her chest. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away, she couldn't close her mouth. She felt the pounding in her chest and ears, the throbbing wetness between her legs, the trembling down her spine. She could do nothing to prevent them, she was helpless, powerless, her knuckles turning white as her fingers dug into the arms of her chair. She was completely hypnotised by B'Elanna's supreme confidence and grace, B'Elanna's skill, B'Elanna's strength, B'Elanna's power.

B'Elanna's power was formidable. She had just floored a massive warrior who towered above her; with one punch he had laid him low, retrieved the weapon he had knocked from her grasp and spun around to slit his throat with it. She was unstoppable. Warrior after warrior came at her with Bat'leths whirling and slicing and she took them all on, three and four at once. A number of times she was almost caught by the slashing blades but ducked and dived gracefully to avoid the blows, so that they sliced her turtleneck rather than her flesh. She tore the remnants of the garment off before pulling the second knife from her boot and plunging it into the guts of her advancing foe.

She knew nothing but that she must defeat this horde, saw nothing except the enemy she fought, heard nothing but their roars and the swishing of blades, felt nothing but the power of her muscles and the handles of her Bat'leth. The Klingon bodies piled up on the deck and she was forced to stand on them or jump over them on several occassions.

The battle raged on for....how long no one there could have said. It seemed like hours to all but B'Elanna, who had lost all sense of time, or anything else except the battle at hand. She was so focussed that she never even felt the blade that sliced her side until her current opponant was dead at her feet and she had a few seconds of respite. The injury would have been enough to bring most people to their knees but to her it was an irritation more than anything else.

As her blade cut through the midriff of yet another warrior and he dropped to the deck, Kim announced that he had solved the problem. B'Elanna didn't hear him, but with no more opponents forthcomming, her instincts told her that the battle was won. She raised her Bat'leth over her head and let out the great Klingon roar of victory, sending an almost electric shock down Kathryn's spine and jerking her back to reality. The holographic bodies and the holographic blood they had produced flickered out of existance and all that was left was a pumped up B'Elanna Torres, glistening with the sweat that poured down her face and her naked arms and chest, her eyes burning, her hormones raging, her blood boiling as though her veins were a witch's couldron, totally oblivious to the wound in her side and the blood that was soaking into her vest.

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B'Elanna's eyes scanned the room, ready to pounce on any warrior that dared to appear, her coiled steel muscles ready to spring at anything that moved. Through a dripping curtain of curled black hair, her predatory feral eyes caught sight of Kathryn and her nostrils flared as her hyper- sensative Klingon sense of smell picked up the scent of her wife's arousal. She growled deep in her chest as battlelust turned to bloodlust in a split second; bloodlust that must be satisfied, and now! She relaxed her arms and let the Bat'leth hang at her side as she stared in undisguised primal lust at her wife's trim form.

Kathryn recognised the look in her lover's burning eyes and suddenly realised what was about to happen. "Oh shit!" she said quietly, almost to herself, but Chakotay had returned to her side just a few seconds earlier and heard her. "Captain?" he enquired, but was ignored as Janeway rose shakily to her feet.
"B'Elanna....?" she said warily, just a hint of a warning in her voice, but the warrior held out her hand and ordered in deep gruff tones "Come, wife! I want you, now!" and her eyes filled to overflowing with full-blooded Klingon passion.
"Honey.."Kathryn warned, a little half-heartedly, for in truth she wanted nothing more than for B'Elanna to take her right here and now. However, she moved behind her chair and reminded her spouse "We're not alone...and besides, you're hurt." B'Elanna's gaze narrowed and burned even more intensely, boring into Janeway like a laser. She strode toward the captain and, with a roar that sent a sharp thrill through Kathryn's groin, slammed her Bat'leth down into the deck.
"WOULD YOU DENY ME WOMAN?" she roared, her face angled up to look warningly into her melting wife's darkened eyes. Kathryn could hardly catch her breath to answer and she was sure her legs were shaking visibly, "Yeah right," she gasped, "like I could...." she swallowed hard and continued stutteringly "I..I just think...you should see the doctor."
B'Elanna let go the Bat'leth and stood, leaving the weapon sticking vertically into the duritanium deck plating, stepped quickly around the command chair and pulled Kathryn into her arms, eliciting a moan from her as the Klingon's touch stoked the fire in her chest. The warrior informed her quivering wife, in a voice that clearly would brook no contradiction "It would be a waste of time to go to Sickbay twice in one day, Kathryn. We will go to him together...afterwards." Janeway's knees buckled as images of Klingon lovemaking flashed through her mind. "Oh God!" she gasped shudderingly as B'Elanna held her up and bent so that her breath tickled Kathryn's lips for a second before they were burnt with a searing kiss. That was it, Janeway knew it was beyond her to resist and she melted into the hungry kiss, encircling B'Elanna's shoulders tightly with aching, trembling arms.

Having returned as soon as the battle was over, the entire bridge crew were witnessing this very private exchange and Captain Janeway knew that this behaviour was absolutely inappropriate and reprehensible for a Starfleet captain on her bridge, Kathryn Torres-Janeway, however, really didn't give a damn who saw her or what they thought. All she could think about was B'Elanna filling her and pumping her to extacy. She whimpered through the kiss and when she was allowed to come up for air she rasped breathily "yes....Zho'eech,....whatever you say." She remembered herself just long enough to pry her body from B'Elanna's grasp and back unsteadily towards her ready room, her eyes filled with a tantalising mixture of fear and desire. The Klingon leapt at her but she was not yet so far gone that she could not avoid the grabbing hands and she continued backing up, drawing B'Elanna with her like a magnet draws pins. As the doors flew open B'Elanna grabbed her wrist and stepped past her into the ready room. The captain just had time to flick her her eyes at the stunned first officer and gasp "You have the bridge, Comman....." as she was yanked through the doors and they swished gently shut behind her.

The End

SW
13/11/00