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Touching her cheek, Kathryn leans in. Voyager's in the room with them and Kathryn has to take care of the crew. What she needs rarely occurs to her, and her wants mean nothing.
They're here, now, long after the turbolift has stopped, staring at each other. Kathryn's hand on her face.
The door opens. "Oh, fuck." B'Elanna stands there, unable to control her mouth. "We thought you were, but you-- It's about time! I'm sorry. Ignore me, continue, I--"
She takes a step back.
The moment's over. Beverly looks down. It's over.
Kathryn tilts her jaw up, kissing her.