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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
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Door 22
The under-armor proved no barrier of importance as Seven
impatiently pushed it up and off Kathryn’s abdomen. She had
envisioned the pale skin, but not the faintly dusted
freckles across Kathryn’s chest. Intrigued, Seven ran her
fingertips across them, the ones of her human hand, but
detected no elevation of the skin where the freckles were
located. She shifted and let her Borg-enhanced hand feel,
all the time keeping a subtle eye on Kathryn’s reaction to
being touched by the implant. The only feeling on the
elegant, beautiful face of the woman in her arms was utter
bliss.
“I take it this pleases you.” Seven tried to keep her voice
matter-of-fact.
“It pleases me all right. And teases me.”
“Teases?”
“You’re touching me so lightly. I would love a more firm
approach once you’re through exploring me like this.”
“Ah.” Seven wanted nothing but to satisfy Kathryn in any way
she could. “Like this?” She took a handful of Kathryn’s left
breast, holding it gently, but massaging it with more
insisting movements. She kept her focus on Kathryn, at
first, carefully gauging her responses. Eventually, the
stimulant of touching Kathryn’s silken skin took over and
Seven realized that you did not just touch your lover…
Lover! …for the sake of their pleasure, but also because
it felt so very good to the person doing the touching.
Kathryn’s skin pebbled in some places, developed ‘goose
bumps’ in some, and was impossibly like satin or velvet in
some.
“More…” Kathryn’s husky voice commanded as much as it
pleaded.
“Where?”
“If you don’t touch me further down, I’ll end up doing it
myself and I’ve done that for way too long.”
“Ah.” Seven filed this piece of information away for future
reference. She tried to picture Kathryn touching herself in
the most intimate of places, seeking satisfaction. A flood
of wetness soaked her white cotton panties, and embarrassed,
she pressed her legs together, which had the opposite effect
that she had hoped. The friction of her strong thigh muscles
massaged her center, and Seven squirmed and moaned
involuntarily.
“Seven? You all right?” Kathryn raised her head and looked
at her worriedly.
“I…I am ‘fine’.”
“Hm. You’re moaning. And squirming. What’s the matt-…? Oh.”
Kathryn pushed a hand into the double sleeping bag and
touched Seven’s stomach. “May I investigate?”
“You might dislike your find.” Seven knew that lubrication
was part of the sexual act, but she was sure her physique
was malfunctioning. Surely this much was not required? The
Borg had invaded every single one of her systems, and the
Doctor had carefully restored her reproductive organs—but
even the brilliant medical hologram could not perform
miracles.
“What? Why do you say that?”
“I am very…wet.”
“You are?” Kathryn’s eyes grew wide and then she smiled a
full, wide eyed smile that told Seven everything was all
right. “Mm…sounds delicious.”
Blushing fiercely, Seven felt Kathryn’s hand move, first up
to the hem of her tank top, and then down to the waist band
of her panties.
“May I?” Kathryn asked as her hand returned to the tank top.
“I have tried to imagine what your breasts look like, so
many times. I have seen you naked in sickbay, but that’s not
the appropriate place to ogle someone.”
“You have ogled me?” Seven raised an eyebrow.
This time it was Janeway’s turn to become flustered. “Yes.
Many times. Too many times, but I couldn’t get enough. I’d
even visit you in cargo bay 2, and watch you regenerate.”
“Thank you.”
Kathryn blinked. “What for? It was clearly a case of your
captain violating your privacy.”
“It was not. It feels comforting to know you were watching
over me. I have on occasion felt on display, and also found
crew members present when my regeneration cycle was
completed.” Seven had never brought the issue up, mostly
because she had not cared until lately about not having her
own quarters.
“I’m so sorry, darling.” Kathryn caressed Seven’s stomach
and the pushed her hand up under her tank top. She didn’t
hesitate, but took one of Seven’s breasts in her hand and
flicked her thumb over the painfully taut nipple.
Arching, Seven’s groan turned into a whimper at the
exquisite pleasure. She pressed Kathryn’s hand harder
against her with her own hand outside her tank top, wanting
the touch to intensify and last.
“No need to worry, Seven,” Kathryn whispered hotly in her
ear. “I don’t intend to stop touching you until you beg for
mercy.
“You…should know by now…” Seven panted as Kathryn pushed the
tank top up and over her breasts. “You should know, that the
Borg do not beg.”
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