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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
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Door 23
Janeway’s heart fluttered erratically in her chest. “You
keep telling me what the Borg don’t do. So…what do
they do?”
Seven looked regal as always, but there was a new softness
to her lips and something resembling tenderness in her eyes.
“We strive for perfection—thus, we act.”
“Sounds admirable.”
Seven held her closer, and Janeway’s hand pressed firmly
against Seven’s breast. The puckered nipple prodded her palm
and she wanted to roll it between her fingertips, pinch it.
As if she read Janeway’s mind, Seven eased up on the tight
grip, allowing Janeway some space to maneuver. Janeway
pushed Seven’s tank top up over her head and off, tossing it
onto the icy floor. “You sure you’re not cold?” she asked
hoarsely.
“Very sure.” Seven moaned.
“Mm, yeah, you’re right. You’re not cold at all.” Janeway
lowered her mouth onto Seven’s right nipple. The puckered
skin had a faint taste of metal to it, but it only enticed
her into sucking it deeper into her mouth, her tongue
working it relentlessly.
“Oh!” Seven arched, pressing against Janeway, sobbing her
name. “Kathryn, Kathryn.”
“Seven…” Janeway licked, long languid caresses across both
breasts. She was in heaven, or so it felt, and she wanted
nothing but to keep on pleasuring Seven like this.
Seven however seemed to have similar plans in mind. She
caressed Janeway’s hair with soft strokes, allowing her
hands to travel down Janeway’s back. Feeling how Seven
pulled her shirt up, Janeway moaned against a slick breast.
She felt the cold air whisper against her skin, but just as
it felt like way too cold, Seven covered them both with the
blankets and sleeping bag. She held Janeway close and
nibbled down her neck, which both tickled and aroused her at
no end.
“You are shivering,” Seven said.
“You are driving me crazy.”
“I have no such intention.”
“Liar.”
“The Borg do not lie.”
“Oh, yes they do, if it serves their purpose.”
“And what would my purpose be in this case?” Seven asked,
kissing down between Janeway’s breasts.
“I…I don’t know.”
“I must admit you are correct.” Seven kissed all the way
over to the right breast and hovered over the nipple, her
breath warming it. “And my objective is the same as it has
always been.”
“Perfection?”
“Yes.”
“And perfection in this case be?”
“In this case…the sound of your voice when I do this.” Seven
closed her lips over Janeway’s nipple.
Janeway arched at the exquisite pain and gave a short cry
that turned into a muted groan.
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