Temptation - chapter 11

Submitted by allie on Wed, 02/08/2006 - 17:08.

Star Trek: Voyager

T/7

11

Wed, 02/08/2006 - 17:00

18 or NC17

ANOTHER INSTALLMENT...


TPTB are many. In a perfect world I would be one of them but it's not and I'm not. No infringement of copyright/trade marks or other intellectual property is intended. This story was written for fun and not profit.


Warning: This story includes same sex relationships between women. If you are offended by this or it is illegal where you live or you are underage then please read no further.

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TEMPTATION – Chapter 11

Entering Ro Laren’s quarters; Seven smiled indulgently at the antics of her daughter and the second in command of Voyager. They played this game every time Bethany was present. Ro thought it was hilarious to hear the child trying to growl like her mama.

“Wawen?” The little voice piped up tugging on Laren’s trousers. “We pway peeboo?”

“Sure.” Ro laughed. Another favourite game between them; the child would hide while Ro pretended to find her. It always gave the adults a chance to converse in private while occupying the active two year old. “You get ready to hide.” She advised as she lowered herself to the sofa indicating to Seven she should join her. Looking over to the child Ro nodded and chortled as she watched the little girl make a dash for the bedroom. “So, Seven; I ask again, whatcha need?”

“I require your assistance in a project.” Seven replied coolly. Her ‘borg’ coolness was well and truly back.

“You got me really curious now Seven.” Ro smiled. “I haven’t heard you so formal since you married B'Elanna. What gives?”

Blushing slightly Seven studied her suddenly interesting fingernails. “I need you to help me while you keep what you are doing a secret.”

“I can do secrets Seven.” Ro giggled. “I kept my pregnancy secret for long enough, didn’t I?”

“Indeed.” Seven answered. “I am…uncomfortable with the thought of keeping a secret from B'Elanna.”

“Aaaaahhhh. You’re afraid of making your little Klingon mad at you?” Ro smirked.
“Ro Laren, as you well know, I am not afraid of anyone. Not even B'Elanna. She would never hurt me. But I find it…inefficient to keep secrets.” Seven relied curtly.

“I still don’t understand why you’ve reverted to such formal speech patterns. I had thought that you spoke like the rest of us now?”

“Normally I do, but I have a ‘bad habit’ as B'Elanna would say, of reverting to more formal speech patterns when I am concerned about something.”

“What are you concerned about Seven? Come on, you have got to tell me!”

“I need to prepare for B'Elanna’s reaction…” Seven faltered.

“Bloody Hell, Seven!” Ro exploded. “Just tell me!”

“I need to…prepare…for B'Elanna’s reaction to me being pregnant.”

Ro stopped. She stopped moving, breathing, everything. She was absolutely stunned. Seven was pregnant and B'Elanna didn’t know. she chortled to herself. Outwardly she kept her face straight and clarified. “So, you wife doesn’t know?”

“No.” Seven responded, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor. “I have not discussed this with her yet.”

“Were you two planning on another baby?” Ro just had to ask.

“We had briefly discussed it. No formal decision had been made though.”

“Oh shit.” Ro smirked. “She’s not gonna be too pleased with you.”

“I think you have mastered the art of making the understatement of the year! Her reaction is why I need your help. I need you to pre-empt her into thinking seriously about having more children.”

“You’re gonna manipulate her?” For the second time in a few short minutes Ro was speechless. “Since when do you resort to manipulation?”

“Since I found out I am pregnant without my wife’s knowledge or consent.”

“How can you be pregnant without her knowing about it?”

Seven stood and paced the room. This was a habit she had picked up from B'Elanna. When she needed to think something through or was worried her wife paced; Seven copied her wife’s idiosyncrasies without even realising it.
Turning back to face Ro she grimaced. “It is a private matter Ro. Suffice to say ‘things got carried away’ and I am pregnant as a result.”

“You got carried away? Seven I thought you two could only get pregnant if you implanted one of you with the combined DNA of both of you? Or something like that? I never did understand how you do it.”

“I was overwhelmed. I lost control as did B'Elanna. As a result I am now…”

“Yeah, I got that. You’re pregnant. How are you gonna explain that to her?”

“I was planning on you taunting her about more children. That way if I bring the subject up…”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Seven, you know damn well that she won’t agree to having a kid just to annoy me. You can’t seriously believe that she’s that dishonourable! Even I know she wouldn’t agree to that!”

“I don’t know what else to do.” Seven floundered.

“You do what your instincts are screaming at you – you tell her.” Ro could not contain her laughter as she continued speaking. “Tell her you lost control as a result of her passionate lovemaking and you’re gonna have a little Sochling.”

Seven looked aghast at the suggestion. Having ‘accidentally’ impregnated herself with their combined DNA during an exhausting, passionate evening of lovemaking she now had to face the consequences. She knew in her heart that telling B'Elanna was the right thing to do; having the courage to do so was another matter altogether.
Her ruminations were disrupted by a little voice. “Wawen, you find me now. I’m hiding in youw cwoset.”

( categories: Torres/Seven )