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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
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Door 25
Janeway couldn’t believe that she was caressing Seven of
Nine this intimately, and that the beautiful young woman not
only let her, but she was beside herself with arousal as
well. Moaning her name over and over, Seven was undulating
now with ever lick of Janeway’s tongue, and the sweet taste
was taking its toll on Janeway as well. The burning
sensation between her own legs was driving her insane and
she wanted to rub against Seven or have her bury her fingers
inside her. None of her former male lovers had ever affected
her like this. Some of them had been more about their own
satisfaction, and some had been really sweet, but eventually
impatient when she’d found it hard to relax and let herself
go. On more than once occasion with Mark, had she satisfied
herself after he fell asleep with his back toward her.
Now, her thoughts were mostly with Seven and wanting to
pleasure her, but when her thoughts strayed to her own
wantonness, it nearly scared her how much she wanted this
woman.
“I wish to kiss you now,” Seven whimpered. “I do not know
why…but it feels important.”
“I think you’re ready to come for me, with me, darling.”
Janeway crept up along Seven’s body and held her close. “I
want to kiss you too.” She lowered her lips to Seven’s and
at first the kisses were gentle and so romantic Janeway
ached. Then they altered, and grew deeper and hotter.
Janeway slid one hand down Seven’s body, pushed gently
through the folds and then waited just outside the opening.
“You will have to tell me to go inside.” Janeway looked
intently at Seven.
“Please, Kathryn. Go inside. I wish to share myself with
you.”
The beauty of Seven’s words made Janeway loose the last of
any residual hesitation, and she carefully pushed a finger
inside Seven, meeting no resistance, but instead silken
textures and enough wetness to make it painless for her
lover. My lover!
“Oh. Ohhh…” Seven arched again, and when Janeway began
stroking her clitoris while she took up another steady
rhythm, moving her finger in and out, Seven whimpered
repeatedly.
Janeway pressed her pelvis into Seven’s hip, now so turned
on, it was impossible to keep still.
“Let us turn on our sides so I can touch you as well,” Seven
managed to say between gasps.
Janeway nodded eagerly, pulling back a bit without losing
contact. She bent her left leg and pulled it up and out,
nearly desperate now for Seven’s touch.
“Like this, Kathryn?” Seven plunged in between Janeway’s
folds. She rubbed back and forth; much like Janeway had done
to her, and then positioned a finger at her entrance.
“Two fingers, Seven. Maybe even three. I’m so ready for you,
so wet,” Janeway whispered hotly in Seven’s ear.
Seven was not hesitant at all when she added more fingers
before entering. Janeway groaned out loud at the intrusion,
but forced herself to relax and savor the moment. She didn’t
want to come before Seven.
Soon they’d found a joint rhythm that seemed to drive them
both toward the precipice, and it all felt so right, so
good, and still so unfamiliar. Janeway knew it would break
her heart if she had to go back to being merely Seven’s
captain, friend and mentor again. Now that she’d finally let
her guard down and let Seven know how she felt…or had she?
Janeway stopped moving, which in turn seemed to break Seven
out of her rhythm as well.
“Capt…Kathryn?” Seven frowned. “Is something…did I do
something wrong?”
It wasn’t like Seven to stutter, which showed Janeway how
easy it would be to hurt her, inadvertently or deliberately.
“It just dawned on me, darling…” Janeway cleared her throat
gently and began a slow movement of the hand which index
finger was buried inside Seven. Seven jerked and trembled.
“Yes?”
“I haven’t been completely honest.”
“I see.” It was clear Seven didn’t see. Her eyes darkened
and she blinked repeatedly.
“I’ve missed you these three months, but that’s not the only
reason they were pure hell.” Janeway hugged Seven closer
with her free arm and looked into her eyes, not wanting to
miss a thing. “It was living hell because I realized I love
you, and probably have for a long time.” Janeway smiled and
felt her lips tremble.
“You…” Seven apparently lost her voice for a moment, but
cleared her throat and tried again. “You love me?”
“I love you with all my heart and all my hopes and dreams.”
“I love you also.” A simple, concise and oh, so Seven’ish
statement that held all of Janeway’s happiness in its power.
“Oh, Seven…” Janeway felt the first stirrings of a
monumental orgasm and doubled her efforts to pull Seven
along with her. To her surprise, Seven gasped loudly and
squeezed her legs closed around Janeway’s hand. Her sex
contracted around her finger in a fast rhythm and Seven
whimpered and broke into tears.
This sent Janeway into a low orbit, and she followed Seven
into orgasmic bliss. Strong currents of flooded her system,
and thought she was going to lose consciousness for a
moment. Once she’d struggled for the surface did she
realize that her finger had dislodged from Seven.
Nuzzling each other they snuggled down in the warm cocoon of
the sleeping bag. They were tired but both seemed reluctant
to let sleep overcome them. Finally Janeway acknowledged how
tired she was and let her eyes close and her body give in to
sleep. Seven was stroking her back and when her movements
slowed down; Janeway knew she was falling asleep as well.
Smiling, Janeway knew she had never felt saver or more loved
in her life.
Epilogue
“A girl!” Lars was positively bouncing as he ran toward
Seven and Janeway. “The first baby born in a cold room in
the Ice Hotel!”
“Tilde has given birth already?” Seven shone and if Lars
guessed it was for any other reason than the good news of
him becoming a father, he didn’t let on.
“Congratulations,” Seven said, beaming.
“Congratulations,” Janeway echoed. She was eager to get
going. Her crew had repaired Voyager and it was time for
them to leave after spending two weeks on a rotating roster
of low key R and R’s at the Ice Hotel and its surroundings.
Janeway knew they had to visit with Tilde and the little
baby girl, so Seven could say goodbye, which she knew would
be hard on her lover.
***
“Opening the singularity, Captain.” Seven of Nine’s matter
of fact voice drowned out the whining sound from Voyager
straining to reach the optimal velocity.
“Good. All hands braise for impact. Jumping to high-tide
velocity.” Janeway turned her head back and looked at Seven.
“Love you,” she mouthed and saw how her words created the
softest of expressions on Seven’s face.
“We’re on our way, Captain,” Harry Kim reported, his eyes
glued to the screen.
“Full impulse.” Janeway clung to her armrests as Voyager
lurched. “Steady as she goes.”
“Steady?” the Doctor muttered. “I wouldn’t call this steady,
exactly.”
“Quit complaining, Doc. At least the crew’s back together
and we’re underway,” Tom Paris muttered.
“All right, all right. It’s just that I have a tendency to
motion sickness—“
“We’re over the threshold.” Seven punched in a few commands.
“Diagnostics show we should be back at our point of origin
in twenty point six four seconds.”
“All right.” Janeway wanted to pry her eyes off the view
screen where the flickering lights streaked by like
fireworks.
Voyager lurched once and then Seven spoke again as she clung
to the railing behind the command chairs. “We are on the
other side of the singularity.”
Everybody stared at the large view screen on the bridge.
“Oh, no,” B’lanna Torres. “We’re back where we started from.
Earth.”
“How the hell did that happen?” Janeway stood, hands on her
hips.
“Eh, ma’am. Not quite where we started. Well, where
we started is correct…but look, Captain.” Tom Paris
whispered the last words.
Janeway stared at eh screen. She saw the same outline of the
blue orb that was her home in another time, but this time
something was different. Suddenly a vast space crusader
entered the view screen and passed them less than two
kilometers away.
“Audio?” Janeway asked, her voice huskier than normal.
“Star Fleet and other agencies are all there.” Tuvok looked
as stunned as Janeway felt, for once.
“Which year is this?” the Doctor wanted to know,
obviously expecting the worst.
“It’s our time. Stardate 54973,4, ma’am.” Harry Kim’s voice
was barely audible. “We’re home? Really home?”
“We are.” Seven was rounding the command chairs and now she
took Janeway’s hand in hers. “You made it, Kathryn.”
“We. We made it. All of us.” Janeway blinked and blinked,
but tears kept running. “We did this. The crew of Voyager.”
She squeezed the hand of the woman she loved more than
anything. “Guess we better hail Star Fleet. Harry, open a
comm channel.” Janeway smiled up at Seven. “Star Fleet
command, this is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation
Star Ship Voyager…do you read me?” Janeway waited until she
heard a stunned voice.
"Ensign
Rodriguez here, Starfleet command. But...Voyager? Ma'am? The
Voyager is thirty-thousand some light years from here...in
the Delta Quadrant."
Janeway grinned broadly and kissed the back of Seven's Borg
enhanced hand. “Well, Ensign Rodriguez, we’re back.”
The End
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