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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
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Door 20
Seven could hardly breathe. Something was amiss with her
cortical node, or perhaps her nano probes had ceased to
function properly; it was impossible to saturate her red
blood cells with enough oxygen when Kathryn looked at her
this way. Seven tried to determine whether Kathryn’s gaze
was predatory or smoldering, and came to the confusing
conclusion that it was either—and both.
“Kathryn?” Seven whispered, apparently her larynx and vocal
cords were affected as well.
“I know.” Kathryn’s voice was a soft, velvety murmur, so
unlike her normal way of addressing the crew. “It rattled me
more than I ever thought, the thought of having lost you. I
admit I’ve been quite intolerable toward the crew at
times…especially when I thought everything took too long.”
She shrugged and stepped even closer, so close their body’s
nearly touched. “They took it well—probably because they
understood more than I gave them credit for in the
beginning.”
“What did they ‘understand’?”
“How devastated I was.” Kathryn slowly raised both hands and
cupped the back of Seven’s neck and head. “How not having
you near me, onboard Voyager, drained me. And I wasn’t the
only one missing you, but I think I was the one who handled
it the worst.”
Kathryn’s touch was intoxicating. Seven had the odd feeling
that her blood was humming where it coursed through her
veins. “Kathryn. Your close proximity makes me feel very
odd.”
“In a good way, I hope?” Janeway raised her eyebrows, her
stormy blue.
“I would have to guess, which is not something I’m
comfortable doing, but yes.”
“Why do you have to guess?”
“I have never felt this way before.”
“And how do you feel?”
“Light-headed. Trembling. Breathless. Warm. Cold.” Seven
took a gentle hold of Kathryn’s shoulders. “Confused.”
With a smile that made Kathryn’s narrow lips impossible
luscious, she leaned forward and pulled Seven closer.
Brushing her lips over Seven’s, once, twice, Kathryn moaned
softly, and the sound, just as much as the arousing touch of
her lips, made Seven whimper and cling harder to her.
“Kiss me back, Seven…please.”
“I am sorry, Kathryn. I am not sure I can reciprocate
properly.”
Kathryn became rigid and pulled back slightly, her eyes
suddenly slate grey. “Oh.”
“I want to kiss you. I merely do not have enough practical
experience to aim for perfection. I have wanted to engage in
physical pleasure with you for approximately two years, four
months, six weeks, two days, five hours and—“
“Approximately?” Janeway’s eyes transformed into brilliant
blue again and she pressed her body against Seven’s, making
full contact. “Well, trust me, darling, teaching you to kiss
will no doubt become my favorite pastime.”
“Indeed?”
“Indeed.” Kathryn pressed her lips softly to Seven’s,
released contact, only to resume it again, over and over.
The repeated caress, so sweet, so arousing, created complete
havoc with the rest of Seven’s systems. She felt her knees
start to buckle and it was shocking how she suddenly needed
to sit down, preferably lie down.
Kathryn then slid the tip of her tongue along Seven’s lower
lip, which nearly became her undoing.
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