Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters. I own the twisted, kinky ideas that bring them together like this. Any questions? Lyrics gratefully borrowed from the various artists who wrote them. Without them, I'd never have thought to write this story in the first place.
Includes lyrics from the following [in order of appearance]:
"Wild Thing" -- Young, Smith, Dike, Ross
"Rhythm Is A Dancer" -- B. Benites, J. Garrett III, T. Austin
"Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg" -- Dallas Austin, Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Author's Notes: Purely PWP fluff, mind candy. Blame it on needing to hear some new music from what I normally listen to. Inspired completely and totally by the 2 CD set Hot Dance Mix. Need I say more?
Takes place after the events of "Future's End," but before Voyager returned to her rightful time. Basically a "what if" situation....
The petite brunette pushed indiscriminately through the crowds of people jostling around them. Not one to succumb to claustrophobia, nonetheless the redhead following her felt utterly lost in the sea of people. She tightened her grip on B'Elanna's hand and continued on. Finally they stopped near the bar. B'Elanna got the bartender's attention, shouting their drink order, then turned to lean back against the bar and scan the crowd. "Isn't this great?" she hollered in Kathryn's ear, body moving sinuously to the rhythm of the music.
Kathryn glanced at her lover, body encased in red leather that conformed to the curves of her figure. The skirt barely covered her shapely ass, the neckline plunging so deeply that Kathryn feared B'Elanna's pert breasts would pop out with each and every breath. Her eyes trailed down to the smooth legs ending in six inch red leather heels. It was certainly provocative, but Kathryn wasn't one to beg when she could see her lover in such an outfit. "Great," she replied, letting a hand rest on the curve of the nearer hip.
B'Elanna grinned and leaned over, taking possession of her lips, one hand sliding around the back of her head, tangling in the shoulder-length auburn locks. Pulling back, she leered at her date appreciatively. She'd picked out Kathryn's outfit herself, meant to complement her own. The woman was encased in white leather, the dress only slightly longer than her own, tiny spaghetti straps defying gravity to hold up the impressive decolletage she so loved. Kathryn was of a similar height in her five inch heels, her shapely calves enhanced by the lift. She presented a delectable vision. Their drinks appeared and she flashed the twenty dollar bill, motioning for the bartender to keep the change. The woman grinned appreciatively and raised a brow in their direction. B'Elanna just grinned in response and handed Kathryn a drink. She turned back to scanning the dance floor.
Kathryn sipped at her drink, smiled as she tasted the familiar flavor of her favorite drink. B'Elanna had remembered after all. The music seemed a bit loud for her taste, but B'Elanna was obviously enjoying herself. How could she deny her young lover this one indulgence? They'd taken care of Starling earlier in the day, and everyone had requested staying one more night. They had the technology to return. Why not allow everyone what could be their last chance to see Earth in their lifetimes? Even if it was the wrong time?
"She looked at me and smiled and said
'You have plans for the night?'
I said hopefully if things go well,
I'll be with you tonight"
B'Elanna sensuously licked her lips, gazing at Kathryn through lowered lashes. She crooked a finger, beckoning her lover closer, backing away all the while. Kathryn had no choice but to follow her lover into the sea of bodies. They neared the center of the dance floor as the song continued, Kathryn's eyes never leaving the smoldering brown of B'Elanna's eyes. She watched as the song ended and another began. B'Elanna's eyes lit up, her body began to move sinuously to the primitive rhythm of the new song. Her hips swayed erotically as she pivoted on her precariously high heels, turning in small circles before her lover. The sensuous moves only enhanced the fact that her dress was practically painted on.
"Rhythm is a dancer,
It's a soul's companion
You can feel it everywhere
Lift your hands and voices
Free your mind and join us
You can feel it in the air
Ooh, it's a passion
Ooh, you can feel it in the air
Ooh, it's a passion"
B'Elanna watched the lust fill Kathryn's eyes, saw how her normally reserved lover began to move to the pulsing rhythms. A self-satisfied smile spread across her face and she moved closer. She slid her body against Kathryn's, luxuriating in the feel of supple leather sliding against equally supple leather. She wound her arms around Kathryn's neck, kissing the parted lips before her. Her hips ground into the redhead's, rewarded by Kathryn's hands sliding down to rest on her hips, holding her close.
Even among all the couples surrounding them, B'Elanna could smell her lover's growing arousal. The drink had loosened Kathryn's inhibitions, and B'Elanna fully intended to take advantage of that fact. She also intended to use their location to her benefit. She'd only told Kathryn they were going to a club for the night, conveniently forgetting to mention it was a gay club. But she had it on good authority that the best music and freest atmosphere would be found here.
As she nibbled her way down along Kathryn's pale throat, she felt the woman groan appreciatively. Again her sensitive nostrils picked up the increase in her lover's arousal. She wanted this to be a night they'd remember for a long time. Pulling back to look at Kathryn, she mouthed, "Do you trust me?" Completely lost in the pounding rhythms and her own thundering blood, Kathryn simply nodded. "Completely?" Again, she nodded. B'Elanna smiled and rewarded her lover with another kiss before spinning her around. She pulled Kathryn closer, the whiteclad ass tight to her own groin, hands on the slim hips. Her lips near Kathryn's ear, she pointed to a couple a few metres away and growled, "Watch them, Kathryn. Aren't they exciting?"
Kathryn's eyes took in the couple in question, eyes widening in recognition of where they were. A pair of women, one a redhead, the other a brunette. Just like them. Dancing close together, tongues tangling visibly. Their hands all over each other in a sensuous rhythm, seemingly unaware of anyone around them, eyes only on each other. Kathryn whimpered softly, unable to take her eyes from the incredibly erotic sight before her.
"Would you do that for me?" B'Elanna asked after a few moments of silently watching the couple, grinding against her lover's ass. "Would you let me make love to you like that?"
Kathryn couldn't answer, only nod and stare, completely caught up in the show. Suddenly, she cried out, feeling B'Elanna's hand move up to cup a breast. The strong fingers teased her nipple through the supple leather, the feelings so intense she honestly wondered if the brunette had slipped her hand inside the dress. But she didn't care. All she wanted was to watch the women make love on the dance floor while her own lover made love to her in the same manner. She bit her lower lip, stifling another cry as B'Elanna's teeth gently gripped the muscle of her shoulder.
The redhead across the way licked her way down her lover's throat, hands kneading the twin cheeks of her ass. She insinuated her leg between those of her lover, sliding her thigh against the woman's crotch. Kathryn saw the brunette's eyes flutter shut in ecstasy, humping her lover's leg slowly. They came together in another searing kiss, hips grinding toward each other.
B'Elanna slid one hand down Kathryn's hip to her bare thigh, scraping her nails back up the sensitive flesh. She grinned, feeling Kathryn shudder against her. Then, her hand slid back down to the hem of the short skirt, gliding underneath to caress her skin lightly. Moving inward and upward, she felt the smooth skin grow smoother, slicked by the wetness sliding down. The brunette bit down on Kathryn's shoulder again, thoroughly turned on by her lover's obvious arousal. Sliding her hand higher, she was pleasantly shocked to find Kathryn naked under the skirt. She hadn't expected her lover to be that daring just to go to a club dancing. Then again, if anyone had asked her, she wouldn't have believed she could be making love to Kathryn Janeway in the middle of a crowded dance club either.
Kathryn shuddered violently as B'Elanna's fingers glided across her naked wet flesh. She was so aroused already, just by the sight before them, and her body ached to be touched the same way. B'Elanna cupped her sex lightly, rubbing back and forth a bit before spreading her wetness with expert fingers. Two well-trained fingers slipped inside the heated folds of her lover while the thumb danced lightly across her sensitive clit. "B'Elanna!" Kathryn groaned, knees already feeling rubbery.
"I've got you, love," she murmured in the pale shell of Kathryn's ear. "Just watch them and enjoy."
Kathryn nodded, biting down hard on her lip, enough to draw a faint trickle of blood. But she didn't feel the pain, feeling only the intense desire her lover was diligently stroking to its fulfillment. Her hips bucked, snapping back toward her lover's groin, then forward as if to disentangle herself from the sweetly torturous fingers. B'Elanna's fingers plunged deep into her clutching wetness, thumb alternately grinding into her clit, then just barely grazing it. Kathryn was on fire, flames licking at every nerve ending in her body. Her eyes were riveted to the couple making love to each other; she honestly doubted she could look away if her life depended on it.
The redhead across the way slid one hand between herself and her lover, teasing the clit even as the woman ground against her thigh. It was easily seen on her face that she fully planned to bring her lover to a satisfying and powerful climax. People jostled into the couple, but neither noticed anyone or anything other than their own desire for each other.
"Yo if I need it in the morning or the middle of the night
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)
If the lovin' is strong then he got it goin' on and
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)
2 inches or a yard rock hard or if it's saggin'
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg (no)
So it ain't like I'm braggin' just join the paddywagon cause
I ain't 2 proud 2 beg, I ain't 2 proud 2 beg"
Kathryn knew exactly how they felt. She was totally at her lover's mercy, but wouldn't have begged B'Elanna to stop for anything in the universe. B'Elanna knew her body so intimately, Kathryn knew she'd come just as explosively as their show across the dance floor. And she begged for it, whimpering, grinding against her lover in wanton abandon, her eyes glued on the show she was being given. She briefly wondered if the other couple knew they were being watched, then realized that it didn't matter. She only wished she and B'Elanna could be this uninhibited every day.
B'Elanna could see the brunette across the way coming closer to her climax, the redhead stepping up her ministrations. B'Elanna did the same, wanting her own lover to come just as explosively, and hopefully simultaneously. She was so turned on by the sights around them, by Kathryn's unabashed arousal and acceptance of their current situation, she knew she'd probably come when her lover did. She slid her other hand down, using it to attack the hard nubbin of nerves, adding a third finger to the clutching wetness below.
Kathryn was whimpering constantly now, coming closer and closer to her orgasm. Tears filled her eyes as the intensity grew within, but she wouldn't dream of asking B'Elanna to stop. She cried out loudly as she felt her clit trapped between two strong fingers, the thumb of the same hand flicking across it without consideration for her now hypersensitive nerves. "B'Elanna, please," she whimpered, head lolling back to rest on the brunette's shoulder. And still she watched the other lovers.
"That's it, my beautiful cha'dIch," B'Elanna murmured in her ear. "Don't hold it back, love. Come for me." She continued encouraging her lover, hands never stopping what they were doing. She felt the muscles clenching around her fingers in the telltale signs of climactic onset, and stepped up her ministrations. "Come for me, Kathryn. Let it all out. Let me have it all. I'm so damned hot for you, love, I could just drop to my knees right here and bury my face in your hot pussy and eat you till you pass out."
That was all it took. Already overly aroused by the sight before her and the hands on her, Kathryn lost all sense of control when she heard B'Elanna's lewd promises in her ear. "B'ELANNA!!" she screamed, her body spasming almost violently in the throes of her explosive orgasm. Her eyes closed tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, fists balled so tightly her nails broke the skin of her palms.
B'Elanna pulled one arm around her waist, attempting to hold her up as Kathryn shook and jerked in her arms. It seemed that Kathryn would never stop coming, her already copious juices gushing forth, running down her legs. She no longer cared about the other couple, now that Kathryn had achieved her own explosive orgasm. She gently brought her lover down from the extreme heights she'd ascended to, tenderly kissing the shoulder and throat. When Kathryn finally calmed down, she turned the redhead to face her. "Kathryn? Love, are you all right?"
Kathryn nodded weakly. "But I'm rather a mess now," she finally whispered, grinning sheepishly.
"Why don't we find a bathroom and clean up that mess?" B'Elanna suggested innocently, but other things crossed her mind. When she saw Kathryn's lazy, sated grin, she knew that the redhead was thinking the same thing.
They made their way to the restroom and locked the door behind them. B'Elanna lifted Kathryn up onto the counter top and stared at her lover for a long moment. Finally Kathryn held out her arms. "Come here, B'Elanna," she murmured, then kissed the brunette's lips when she complied.
Pulling back from the kiss, B'Elanna grinned impishly. "Now I wonder how I should go about cleaning up this mess you've made?"
Kathryn leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs wider. "I do believe you should do what you suggested out there. Only this show I want in private."
"I could always have us beamed back to our quarters to finish this out," B'Elanna offered.
"Oh no, I want your sassy tongue right here, right now. Finish what you started, my love. Once we're back on the ship, it's my turn to repay your deeds."
Grinning evilly at that thought, B'Elanna quickly dove between her lover's legs and eagerly lapped up as much of her lover's sweet nectar as she could.