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TEMPTATION – CHAPTER 15 (The Conclusion)

Lying cuddling with her wife, Seven became aroused both by B'Elanna massaging her shoulders and the conversation they’d just had. The musk wafting from B'Elanna's body enhanced the electrical charge Seven felt as her wife touched her skin. She could feel her clit start to throb, and in answer to its call, she swept B'Elanna's hair aside and let her lips find refuge on the darker woman's neck. Seven's ruby lips began to swell as they sucked and nipped, causing B'Elanna to lean back and moan.

She could feel her own senses heightening, as her body responded to Seven's ministrations. Her nostrils flared, taking in the sweetness of Seven's odour, and a low growl escaped her throat. Seven sucked first on B'Elanna's right breast, swirling her tongue on the hardened nub, while using her fingers to tease and stimulate B'Elanna's left nipple. B'Elanna felt shock waves coursing her body from her breasts down to her clit. She throbbed from the stimulation; wanting; needing her wife to fulfil her desire. Pulling her wife closer she escalated their kisses.

Several hours later, they were again cuddled in bed. Now, they had to deal with the repercussions of their passions: both of them were pregnant at the same time; one of them with an abdominal implant to contend with, the other a Klingon temper and raging hormones.

As she cuddled further into her wife’s embrace B’Elanna made the plans in her head. First stop would be the Doctor. Get both of them checked out properly to ensure as smooth a pregnancy as possible. For herself this would probably be the same as last time, frequent check-ups and reduced hours towards the latter part of pregnancy, nothing major that she couldn’t deal with.

For Seven though it was a different matter. There was no reason why she could not carry a child; the Doctor had advised them when they had been planning Bethany that it would be problematic; not impossible. She remembered part of the Doc’s lengthy explanation.

“The position of the child in her womb could pose a problem because the abdominal implant will be in the way; especially during the latter stages of pregnancy when her belly is swollen with the child.

The nanoprobes will need semi-constant monitoring through an adapted cortical monitor or a series of commands programmed into them to prevent the rejection of Klingon DNA once pregnancy occurs. This will probably be the biggest risk, as we have no previous knowledge of ex-Borg pregnancies to go on.

Although the abdominal banding is adaptive, there may be some discomfort for Seven if it fails to adapt quickly enough to the demands of the growing child. The neo-natal nanoprobes will protect the child at all costs. Even at the cost of the mother’s life. That much I do know as fact about Borg pregnancies. The actual birth of the child will have to be closely monitored to prevent the neo-natal nanoprobes from remaining active after delivery.”

He had droned on a lot longer but B'Elanna had tuned out the rest. Thinking now; with Seven carrying this child the baby really would be a perfect blending of the DNA used. This time B'Elanna hoped that more of Seven’s features would be prominent. She loved Bethany’s little forehead ridges but she wanted Seven’s baby to look just like Seven. Bethany was a beautiful child both to look at and in nature, but she definitely had the physical characteristics of her Klingon mama.

Her inner nag stood up and made itself known at this point.
Silently cursing herself, she rephrased her thoughts. She wanted their baby to be blonde, blue eyed and tall, with forehead ridges, which were only just noticeable. She corrected her scattered thoughts again as she thought about it. All she really cared about was that the baby was healthy and happy nothing else really mattered.

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Tom and Harry were leaning against the bar in Sandrines talking about Ro Laren and Niamh’s delivery.

“I take it Janeway forgot about Bajoran birthing techniques since Ro went through all that pain?” Tom smirked. He thought it hilarious that the biggest practical joker on the ship (after himself) had been getting a taste of karmic justice whilst she was pregnant. Ro had complained to him that every time she thought something bad about B'Elanna, something happened to her, which either left her in pain or acutely embarrassed; or both.

“More to the point Tom, how do you know about them?” Harry frowned at his love. “What are they anyway?”

Tom giggled into his beer as he tried to recall the details around Bajoran pregnancies through the alcoholic fuzz. “The Doc told me about it when Ro first announced her pregnancy. It’s a relaxation thing with breathing exercises and calming sounds; something about the sounds creating a calming effect and helping with the labour. The details are kinda fuzzy but I think they had to wear a shawl and play some instruments.”

“I thought the worst thing they had to cope with was all that sneezing?” Harry grinned. Ro’s sneezing had been a frequent topic of conversation. “Have you seen the baby yet?”

“Nope. No visitors until tomorrow. Captain’s orders!” Tom laughed. “They called her Niamh though, I think it’s beautiful.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” Harry smiled too. “I looked it up in the database it means "Bright" in Old Irish. Niamh was the daughter of the sea god in Irish legends who fell in love with the poet Oisin, son of Fionn. It was fascinating reading.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it was Harry.” Tom frowned at his empty glass. “Want a refill?”

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Ro and Janeway were cuddled together on their bed with their new daughter propped between them. Neither had stopped smiling since leaving sickbay with the child. Janeway was grinning like a Cheshire cat and had her future all mapped out. She would learn to walk and talk and then she would be put into command training, she was after all the ‘heir’ to Voyager as the Captain’s only child.

Ro was thinking along similar lines but her future for their child differed hugely from her wife’s vision. She had plans for the little one to have a happy, carefree childhood filled with love and laughter with space for Niamh to learn at her own pace. There would be none of that ‘Starfleet’ nonsense where everything was regimented and learned to a timetable. Niamh would have the flexibility of a Maquis-like childhood, without the violence around her, to learn at her own pace, learning whatever she wanted whenever she wanted with no set curriculum.

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Seven turned slightly in B'Elanna’s embrace and sighed heavily. Concerned about her wife B'Elanna instantly raised her head with a gentle finger. “What? Why the big sigh?”

“It is nothing Be’nal.” Seven smiled as she kissed her wife gently. They had spent several hours discussing the night they’d become pregnant; the results of which would be obvious in a few months. After the discussion she had grabbed B'Elanna and taken her to bed for a replay of all that had happened that night, with the exception of the pregnancies.

“If it’s nothing - why a huge sigh?” B'Elanna grinned at her wife.

“I simply want a large piece of banana & toffee cheesecake and coffee flavoured ice-cream but cannot be bothered moving to get it.”

B'Elanna roared with laughter at her wife’s discomfort – they both had some really strange cravings to look forward to.

~fin~

Quick note: Niamh (pronounced Neeve) really does mean “bright” and the legend is true in Old Irish.