Seven of Nine, freed from the Borg Collective merely
two years ago, stared at her computer console with
mixed emotions. Apprehension, because of the
message’s surprising content, and exhilaration, for
a very different reason. She needed to reread it,
despite her eidetic, Borg-enhanced memory and leaned
forward as if it might help her gauge the intention
behind the private communication.
Personal message to: Seven of Nine.
Sender: Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Seven,
It would be the captain’s pleasure if you would
attend a private dinner function in the
Captain’s Quarters tonight at 2000 hours.
Civilian attire only.
RSVP ASAP.
KJ
Seven curled her fingers into her palms. Feelings of
unknown origin travelled through her entire system
and caused havoc with her heart rate and breathing
frequency. She raised a hand to her full lips and
sensed an unfamiliar tremor there as they parted
slightly. Annoyed at this lack of control, she
cleared her throat. “Computer. Person to person
message to Captain Janeway.”
“Recording,”
“Captain, I am honoured to have received your
invitation, especially in the light of recent
events. I will attend. Seven of Nine.” She paused.
“Transmit.”
“Transmitting.”
There. No turning back.
Captain Kathryn Janeway looked at the dinner table
and checked every item to make sure the setting was
flawless. You strive for perfection, Seven, and
that’s what you’ll get. The room was lit only by
35% illumination, giving it a cosy ambiance,
emphasised by the small candles burning in the view
ports. Janeway lit a few more candles and placed
them on the two tables in the room, where they cast
flickering shadows on the walls.
She went back into the bedroom and pulled off her
robe while examining the few civilian clothes she
kept in her closet. There was the powder blue dress
she had worn on New Earth, but she discarded it
immediately. That seemed a lifetime ago. No, she
needed something else tonight. Something that would
catch Seven off guard. Her eyes fell on deep ochre
lace, and she pulled out a dress she had bought over
a year ago, but never worn. She vaguely remembered
the large space station, which had turned out to be
little more than a vast brothel where her crew had
spent two days trying to find spare parts to repair
Voyager.
She examined the dress and wondered what possessed
her to buy it at the time. Seven. Already
then? Janeway smiled and put the dress on,
secretly pleased to find it still fit as if it was
tailored to her petite form. She glanced at her
reflection in the full body length mirror and stared
at the stranger gazing back at her. A deep
décolletage revealed the soft curve of her breasts,
and her arms in the lace sleeves, looked less
muscular and more feminine. The tight bodice hugged
her, flattened her stomach, only to flow into a
generous amount of silk-like fabric, whispering
against her naked legs. ”Not bad,” she murmured.
I wonder what Seven's reaction will be?
Janeway turned away from the mirror before any
second thoughts, or voice of reason, talked her out
of wearing the dress. She tried to guess what her
guest would wear tonight. The invitation clearly
stated it was a dinner function, so for all intents
and purposes, Seven might think she was only one
among several invitees. Janeway gave a sorrowful
smile. I had to make sure she’d attend.
She reached for a small wooden box sitting on the
dresser and opened it. A few pieces of gold and
silver jewellery glimmered in the muted light, and
she picked out a necklace with a gold drop
surrounding a perfect yellow diamond. It had been a
gift from her parents when she graduated from the
Starfleet Academy. She placed it around her neck and
turned back to the mirror and watched how the
diamond seemed to reflect the highlights in her
auburn hair.
The door chime buzzed, making her flinch, and a
sudden bout of nerves momentarily depleted her knees
of cohesion. She chastised herself for being too
sensitive, and walked into the living room area.
“Enter.”
The door hissed open, revealing a breathtaking
sight. Janeway halted in the middle of the room, her
eyes feasting on the otherworldly beautiful woman
that stepped inside.
“Captain.” The low, yet distinct, voice of Seven of
Nine rippled down Janeway’s back. It created goose
bumps on her arms and legs, and she swore it made
the small hairs in the back of her hair stand at
attention.
“Welcome, Seven. Is that for me?”
Seven jerked faintly, and then shot her right hand a
surprised look, as if she had forgotten about the
perfect yellow rose she was holding. “Yes.” She
extended her hand with the flower. “It is from the
hydroponics bay. Thank you for including me. Do I
take it I am the first one to arrive?”
“Yes. You are.” Janeway knew her next words might
send Seven bolting for the door, but hoped they
wouldn’t. “In fact, you are my only guest for this
evening.” She motioned for the dinner table set for
two.
Seven turned her head and at the table for
agonising, long seconds. She slowly turned her
attention back on her hostess and nodded. Her face
did not reveal anything. “I see. Your invitation
stated it was a dinner function. I assumed others
would be in attendance. I was mistaken.”
“It's not your mistake...I purposely wrote the
invitation in a manner to give that impression.”
Too honest now? Please, Seven. Stay. Give me a
chance here.
“Why?”
“I was afraid you wouldn't come if you knew it would
only be the two of us.”
“Then it appears that I am not the only one making
assumptions. I may have had to consider the
invitation longer, but I believe I would still have
accepted your invitation.”
Relief, or was it nerves finally settling, coursed
through Janeway. “So, you've come to terms with
our…disagreement?”
“If you are referring to our inability to speak to
one another over the past 14 days, 2 hours and three
minutes as "coming to terms", then my response is,
no."
The nerves back in full swing dried Janeway's mouth
out and propelled her heart into even faster rhythm,
making her almost stutter. “Really?”
“Yes. I have found it highly unsatisfactory.”
Was there a tremor in Seven’s cool alto voice?
Janeway was not sure. “So have I,” she confessed,
somehow realising that anything but candour right
now, would repel Seven beyond repair. “That’s was my
motivation for the invitation. We need to talk, and
we need to settle what’s gone wrong between us.” She
held up a forestalling hand when Seven opened her
mouth to speak. “Wait. Listen to me. I know I’m to
blame for most of this…mess.”
“I do not agree.”
Janeway was about to object, when the desolate tone
behind Seven's words hit. “What do you mean?”
“You are not solely responsible for this…” Seven
made a face. “…mess.”
“I was the aggressor.”
“And I was the coward.” Hurt and dismay was now
obvious in Seven’s demeanour. “I despise my own
reaction.”
Janeway’s thoughts scattered and whirled, while she
tried to make some sense out of Seven’s words.
Memories of how she had circled the other woman,
under the pretence of showing Seven how to play pool
in the Sandrine’s holodeck program, moving in closer
and closer, and finally – too close, haunted her.
They had been on her mind for fifteen long days and
infiltrated her dreams for as many nights. “What do
you mean? Coward? I was out of line, Seven.” Am I
still out of line? Isn’t this yet another set-up of
sorts on my part?
Seven walked over to the view port, and the
starlight made her look even more ethereal; the
blonde hair formed a silvery cloud around her
shoulders and it was only at this point that Janeway
realised she was not wearing her usual biosuit and
that her hair was down. Instead a deep blue,
glittering dress caressed Seven’s tall frame. The
narrow skirt revealed the pale skin of her slender
legs, from just above her knees. A thin implant
tendril created a pattern on Seven’s left leg and
disappeared into a stiletto sandal that added
another three inches to her height.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Janeway breathed, and could
have kicked herself. This was not how she had
planned this. “I mean. The dress, it really becomes
you.”
“Thank you. And you are not correct.”
“What?”
“You were not out of line. There has been an
escalating attraction between us for over a year. It
is why we have sometimes difficulty communicating on
a personal level.”
Attraction? Yeah, that’s one word for it.
Janeway walked closer to Seven. “I still regret the
way I handled it at Sandrine’s.”
Seven met her half way, finally placing the rose in
Janeway’s hand. “You look beautiful as well.”
Not even thinking, only reacting to the incredible
voice of the woman standing before her, Janeway
clutched the rose in her hand and reached for Seven
with the other. She wrapped her free arm around
Seven’s narrow waist, not pulling her closer, but
merely held her in place. “I do?”
“Yes.” The sight of a pink tongue wetting Seven’s
lower lip sent shivers through Janeway’s abdomen,
ending up in a delicious twitch between her legs.
“You look lovely in this garment.” To Janeway’s
surprise Seven raised her human hand and trailed her
captain’s upper, lace clad arm.
“You’re breathtaking,” Janeway whispered. She
glanced down on the rose in her hand. Placing it
safely on the table next to them, she then raised
her arm and slid the hand in under Seven’s heavy
hair. She felt the weight of the silken mass against
her skin and she stepped in close enough that if
either of them inhaled deeply, their chests would
touch. “These last few weeks have been nothing short
of torment.”
“I have experienced pain also. It has been most
unproductive.”
Janeway dipped her head quickly to hide a smile. Of
course, trust Seven to see it from a practical point
of view. Looking back up, she allowed her desire to
surface. “Do I understand you correctly, Seven? I
need to know, because I can’t go through another two
weeks, or more, thinking I’d overstepped the
boundaries and…harassed you.”
“What is it that you need to understand?” Seven
quirked an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean,” Janeway groaned, frustration
creeping into her voice. “Am I misinterpreting the
attraction you’re talking about – is it mutual, or
are you only talking about me?”
A vulnerable expression passed over Seven’s face,
darkening her blue eyes into a deep violet. “I am
not indifferent to the attraction between us,” she
whispered, sounding suddenly so very young it nearly
broke Janeway’s heart. “I experience conflicting
emotions, however.”
Frowning, Janeway automatically started to rub
Seven’s back, the urge to console overweighing her
profound desire for this woman. “What conflict is
that?” She could hear her throaty voice deepen even
more.
“Part of me wants to give in to this attraction,
explore it and see if it is all it promises to be.”
Seven never took her eyes off Janeway’s. “Another
part of me is afraid.”
Mortified, Janeway pulled Seven into a firm embrace.
“Oh, Gods, you don’t need to be afraid, Seven.
Listen, I would never ask you to do anything
you don’t want to.” Damn, it, I knew I broke her
trust that night by the pool table, no matter how
understanding she tries to be. Janeway hated
herself for not being able to keep her greedy hands
off Seven.
“No, you misunderstand. I do not fear you, or how
you feel about me, it is… It is my own inadequacy I
fear. It does not matter how much I research this
subject, or try to familiarise myself with the
different sex techniques. I would still be
inadequate for the task at hand.”
Familiar with how Seven could reason sometimes, this
still took Janeway by surprise. She managed to
refrain from groaning out loud in frustration.
Instead she rose on her toes and placed her mouth at
Seven’s ear, murmuring. “Your turn to listen to me.
I don’t need perfection. In fact, when it comes to
the physical manifestation of love, there is no such
thing. Trust me, all I want is to hold you and make
both of us feel good.” You’re such a liar Katie.
You want her. All of her. As many times as possible.
“You are not discouraged by my inexperience?” Seven
asked.
God, no-no-no.
“Nothing about you discourages me. Not your
innocence, not your Borgness, nothing.”
Seven finally relaxed against her and returned the
embrace. Janeway revelled in the softness of Seven’s
full breasts where they pushed into her, just above
her own. She allowed her own hands to roam freely
over Seven’s back, from the nape of her neck, to the
roundness of her buttocks and sighed deeply in
content to have Seven in her arms at last. “You feel
as wonderful as you look,” she husked. A soft,
slightly metal tinged, vanilla scent filled her
senses, and Janeway was certain nothing had, to
date, enticed her as much. Inhaling deeply, she
pressed her face against Seven’s shoulders. “You’re
exquisite. There’s no other word for it.”
Seven’s slender arms wrapped closer around her, soft
breaths gushing from her parted lips creating
another sensation against Janeway’s temples. “I find
all these conflicting emotions unsettling.”
Janeway flinched. “Unsettling?”
“Yes. I want to remain standing here in your arms,
Captain, and yet, parts of me do not.”
“Wait a minute. You don’t want to be here with me?”
Cold regret made Janeway eyes burn.
“Yes I do, but I also wish to sit down,”
Seven said in clear dismay. “This is very…non-Borg.”
Relief made Janeway chuckle. “I know how you detest
sitting. Still, what we’re feeling tend to make a
human grow weak in the knees.”
“Really?”
“Really. Why don’t we sit on the couch?”
Nodding in agreement, Seven ushered them both toward
the couch beneath the view port. She didn’t let go
of Janeway and tugged at her, as she obviously
wanted to remain in close proximity while ‘sitting
down.’
“And while we’re setting things straight,” Janeway
managed, “I have a small request.”
“Proceed.”
“While we’re in here, in private, please don’t call
me ‘Captain’. I’m just Kathryn.”
Seven seemed to consider this, tipping her head
slightly as if she tried the name out in her mind.
“Kathryn,” she repeated. “Very well, Kathryn. I will
use your given designation from now on. It is
unfamiliar to me, so I hope you will forgive me if I
momentarily forget.”
“Forget? You? Something wrong with your eidetic
memory, Seven?” Janeway joked.
“Not at all. It is functioning at peak performance,
but I wish to keep it focused on what is transpiring
between us, so minor facts might not register.”
“Asking us to be on a first name basis is a ‘minor
fact?’
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Well, that took care of that. “Speaking
of names, which do you prefer? Seven or Annika?”
“Seven. Annika is who I used to be, and has little
to do with who I am at this point.”
Janeway disagreed, but did not want to go into that
now. Instead she nodded and reached up to cup
Seven’s face in her hands. “So, Seven, it is. It is
who you are to me, what I call you inside my mind
when I lie awake in the night, thinking of you.”
It’s what I call you, when I talk with you while you
regenerate. It’s also what I groan out loud when I
touch myself and pretend it’s you.
“You lie awake in the night thinking of me?” Seven
asked, leaning into the touch. “Why did you not
summon me to your quarters long before this? It
would have had a more advantageous effect on your
sleep pattern.”
“My attraction to you was my best kept secret, from
you, from everyone." Janeway smiled and shook her
head. "It took me a long time admit it to myself—and
to accept it. There are many reasons why this is
unwise.”
“State one.”
“I can name several.” Janeway heard the regret in
her own voice as she lowered her hands to Seven’s
shoulders, stroking them tenderly. “You’re so much
younger than I am, that’s one. You’re not an
official member of my crew, but facts remain, you
are as much a crewmember as anyone else onboard
Voyager. And, a third one…is that my first and
foremost allegiance is with the crew, of getting
Voyager home. Even you would come second to that.”
She closed her eyes briefly. “Given all that, it’s
no small matter to me that I still went after you
like I did. At Sandrine’s.”
Seven looked at her, sitting silent and motionless
between Janeway’s hands. “You make three valid
objections,” she conceded, “but there is obviously
one, single reason why you disregarded them, not
once, but twice.”
Cringing, Janeway wondered what deduction Seven had
made.
“You’re attraction to me. The feelings that made you
forfeit sleep while thinking of me shows it.”
“What do you think it shows?” Janeway asked in a low
voice.
“Your feelings for me are stronger than Star Fleet
rules and regulations. We are also too far from
Earth for them to apply. They are written for
shorter deep space missions, not for a lone
Federation vessel 47,866.4 light-years from the
Alpha Quadrant.” Moving closer yet, Seven placed her
hands around Janeway’s waist and effortlessly lifted
her onto her lap.
Janeway gasped out loud and clung to Seven’s
shoulders for support. “Seven!”
“You are going to have to show me, be my mentor in
this, as you have been in everything else, Kathryn.”
Seven looked at her, eyes wide and perhaps
all-seeing. “I know, in theory, how to…perform.” She
seemed slightly aghast at her own choice of word.
“Still, there are many personal preferences, and I
have no way of knowing what will satisfy you. I fear
my ineptness might discourage you. I wish to learn
what pleases you, Cap-…Kathryn.”
The slip showed how on edge Seven was and Kathryn
was quick to give a reassuring smile. “I promise to
show you what pleases me, if you do the same. Now, I
have a question. Are you hungry, or can I interest
you in your first lesson?” Janeway’s heart thundered
as she waited for Seven’s reply.
“I do not think I could manage solid nutrition
presently.” Seven looked concerned. “But, if you are
hungry, I am prepared to wait.”
“I’m only hungry for one thing,” Janeway said
huskily and leaned forward. “This.” She pressed
gentle lips against Seven, placing several chaste
kisses on the sweet fullness before drawing back.
“Very good. You are going to be a good pupil, I can
tell.” Seven hadn’t really responded, but not pulled
back either. “Why don’t we make it a little harder?
Open your mouth, yes, like that.” Janeway saw
Seven’s white, perfect teeth glimmer behind the
slightly parted lips and she had to swallow hard
against the dryness of her own throat. Can I do
this? Can I be the one she needs? Or...wants?
Janeway couldn't resist Seven's lips any longer. She
cupped Seven's chin with one hand and slid the other
one into the silken blonde masses of her hair.
“Now, mimic what I do.”
Janeway leaned in again and brushed her own lips
over Seven’s. She tilted her head for the best
angle, opened her mouth and slid her tongue along
Seven’s lower lip.
Seven’s quick intake of breath didn't pass Janeway
by. She had pictured this so many times, and now she
was stunned at how weak she felt in every single
joint, every drained muscle in her body.
When Seven’s tongue met hers, it was Janeway’s turn
to jerk and have her breath catch in her throat. She
met the soft tongue with her own, licked the tip,
danced with it, and, ultimately, sucked it gently
into her mouth. Seven immediately made good use of
the invitation. It was impossible for Janeway to
mute a tormented whimper when Seven examined every
corner of her mouth with her tongue.
Seven pulled back, her eyelids heavy. “Kathryn?”
“You’re doing just fine,” Janeway whispered. “Do
anything you want.”
Strengthening her grip of Janeway, Seven’s hands
tugged her even closer. “May I unfasten your dress?”
Too quick? Too soon?
The warning signals within Janeway quickly muted as
Seven’s hands had already begun to roam Janeway’s
back, looking for the zipper. “Yes, please.” She
allowed her head to fall forward when Seven found
out how to push it down. “Oh, yes.”
~
She is too beautiful. My system malfunctions because
of her mere presence.
Embarrassed at how hard she was breathing, and how
her body showed in the most peculiar way that that
she was not in control of anything, Seven pushed the
bodice of Kathryn’s dress further down.
Kathryn was not wearing a brassiere, instead Seven
revealed soft-looking, dark-tipped breasts that
pushed out of their restraint and bounced before
becoming still before her eyes. The reddish-brown
areolas were taut and slightly puckered, holding
most of Seven’s attention. She wanted to touch them,
knowing through her studies of human sexuality that
they were sensitive and transmitted highly sexually
charged sensations.
“Touch me.” Kathryn echoed her mind, and still Seven
hesitated. “Trust me. I won’t break.”
Seven let the bodice fall onto Kathryn’s lap and
wrapped her left arm tighter around her waist,
before raising her right, human, hand to carefully
stroke the rigid nipple. “Kathryn,” she breathed.
“It looks painful.”
“It’s not. It’s pure bliss.” Kathryn threw her head
back against Seven’s arm, arching into the touch.
“It’s like fire when you touch me. Do it again.”
Seven obliged eagerly, wanting nothing more than to
touch the enticing body part again. To her
amazement, the nipple puckered even more when she
rolled it between her fingers. Kathryn moaned out
loud, placing her hand above Seven’s. “Pinch me.”
Tugging and plucking at both of Kathryn’s hard
peaks, Seven played with the breasts, over and over,
until Kathryn began to squirm on her lap. “Please,”
she whispered, “I need to feel your mouth on me.”
Impatient to please, and still with the urge to
learn everything about making love to this woman,
Seven lowered Kathryn onto the couch and nudged the
other woman’s flowing skirt up a bit to be able to
kneel between her parted legs. When she let her lips
surround one of the fragile nipples, Kathryn pressed
her neck into the cushions and pushed her breast
further into Seven’s mouth.
“Ah!”
Even Seven knew that was not a cry of pain. Instead
the high-pitched sound of pleasure resonated in her
midsection, sending trills of arousal throughout her
body. Seven approached the taut nipple the same way
she had kissed Kathryn’s mouth. Letting her tongue
flick over it, and alternating between long, languid
licks, and small sharp bites, she was granted the
sensation of having Kathryn’s fingers lace through
her hair, pulling her closer.
“My God, Seven, you’re driving me insane.”
Seven doubted that any of her actions would
debilitate Kathryn’s mental state, so she took the
comment for what it was, a sign that she was doing
this right. Unsolicited she placed small kisses
across Kathryn’s chest, trailing over to the other
breast. Sucking into her mouth, she suddenly felt
the urge to keep doing just that. Unlike how she
treated the first breast, she now let her tongue
work in deep, sucking motions. The stimulation made
Kathryn tremble and pull her legs up. Seven in turn
was deeply embarrassed as she felt even more
moisture pool between her own legs. She had read
about the natural occurrence of lubrication, but
surely this was too extreme? Perhaps the fact the
Borg had violated her normal body functions caused
this unfortunate reaction?
“Seven, please, you must allow me to reciprocate.
It’s either that, or I’m going to come too soon. And
I do want to pleasure you first. You’re more
important to me than my own satisfaction.” Kathryn
took hold of Seven’s head with both hands. “Please,
sweetheart, let me undress you.” Her voice was a low
purr, and Seven could not resist, even though the
loss of the nipple from her mouth was disappointing.
“Here. Sit up.” Kathryn pushed gently at Seven’s
shoulders. “I need to reach…damn, where are the
buttons in this dress?” She frowned, feeling around
Seven’s neck.
“Allow me.” Seven reached for the hidden clasp at
her cleavage and flipped it open. The look on
Kathryn’s face when the dress lost all cohesion and
fell down along her arms and waist, was almost
humorous. Her eyes immediately fell upon Seven’s
ample breasts, uncovered and free, the pink, plump
nipple almost painfully taut.
“May I?” Kathryn whispered, stopping her hand in
midair where she sat, leaning back on her other
hand. Her eyes were blue-grey and narrow, looking
into Seven’s and transmitting her desire.
“Yes.”
Kathryn's small, elegant hand on her breast made
Seven whimper and sink her teeth into her lower lip.
The pleasure was something completely different,
than when she had touched her own breast in
curiosity over what her research had uncovered.
Sitting on the floor behind her console in Cargo Bay
Two, she had put a Borg-encrypted security lock on
the doors, and unfastened her biosuit. She had
rolled and pinched her nipples, keen to feel what
the Voyager database had revealed, but it was merely
pleasant, nothing more. Now, Kathryn had by her mere
touch, without any special provocation, sent sharp
needles of pure delight through her breasts, which
seemed to be in direct connection with her now very
wet sex.
“Kathryn,” she tried. “How do you…do that?”
“What?” Kathryn asked, sounding preoccupied as she
scooted closer.
“Your touch. Why is the pleasure almost pain?”
“Pain?” Kathryn’s head snapped up. “It’s not
supposed to hurt.” She pulled her hand away, making
Seven groan in frustration.
“No, you misunderstand. I want to know how your
touch can provide so much more pleasure, than when I
try to caress myself.”
“Oh.” Kathryn seemed to consider the question. “I
suppose, it’s is more enticing when someone else
touches your body. The excitement, the desire for
the person, will make their caresses more
tantalising.”
“I would argue a touch is a touch, but perhaps you
are correct.”
“So you’ve tried to touch yourself?” Kathryn's voice
sank to a provocative murmur as she put her hand
back on Seven’s breast, now flicking her thumb over
the aching nipple.
“Mm, yes. With very unsatisfactory result.”
For some reason her statement brought on a tender
smile from Kathryn. “It’s not so easy to learn,
Seven. How your body functions is something we learn
from childhood, touching ourselves, ‘playing
doctor’, is the start of it.”
“Playing Doctor?" Startled and incredulous, Seven
stared at Kathryn. "What role does an EMH have in
this?”
Kathryn stopped her ministration. “EMH? What? No,
no! I mean, children are curious about their own
sex, and other children’s. It is perfectly natural.
The popular term for it, since way back, is ‘playing
doctor,’ referring to the children doing it as a
reason to discard their clothes and ‘examine’ each
other.”
“I see.” Relieved Seven could focus on Kathryn’s
hand again. “So, since I haven’t ‘played doctor’
when I was a child, I am inept when it comes to
masturbation?”
“Inept is such a terrible word in these
circumstances. Why don’t we just agree on that since
you were robbed of your childhood, and adolescence,
you’re not quite in touch with those feelings yet.”
She smiled broadly. “That’s where I come in.”
“You do?” Seven had lost her trail of thought.
Kathryn’s hand was creating magical things when
fondling her breast. “Where?”
“Right about here.” Kathryn moved up on her knees.
“Why don’t you lie back and let me show you how it
can feel. You don’t need to do anything. Just relax
against the armrest. That’s it.”
Seven stretched her legs out and was taken aback
when Kathryn immediately pulled her dress off her
the rest of the way. She was wearing standard
Starfleet issued cotton briefs, and, to Sevens
relief, Kathryn left them on. She did not want
Kathryn to see how her body betrayed her; sure the
other woman would be appalled at her loss of
control.
~
Janeway looked down at the dishevelled woman, seeing
the doubt, but also the arousal so obvious in
Seven’s eyes. She hoped she would not disappoint
her. The desire burned deep in Janeway’s stomach and
sent little bolts of fire down to her sex. Suddenly
ready to be in the same state of undress as Seven,
she rose from the couch and tugged her own garment
down until it pooled around her feet. Seven never
took her eyes off of her and now Janeway could see
how she trembled.
“Are you cold?” she asked coyly as she resumed her
place on top of Seven.
“No. I am very hot.”
“Yeah, you sure are,” Janeway quipped in a low growl
and closed her mouth around a large nipple without
any warning.
Seven gasped and then cried out, arching as Janeway
let her tongue flatten against the puckered skin.
Seven tasted the way she smelled. Something sweet,
faintly tinged with metal. Wanting nothing but to
pull Seven into her, Janeway took as much of the
full breast in her mouth, as she could. She sucked
the silky flesh, flicked her tongue over the nipple
and was rewarded by a muffled cry. Seven spread her
legs, perhaps involuntarily, and Janeway settled
between them and allowed her full weight to rest on
her lover.
At first she did not notice, since she was only
interested in pleasuring Seven by fondling her
breasts, and ultimately living a dream. Only after a
while did Janeway feel how Seven was trying to
squirm away and close her legs.
“Is something wrong,” Janeway asked, worried as she
lifted her head to look at Seven. To her
astonishment, Seven was flushed and looked both
embarrassed and concerned. “Something is
wrong.” God, I went too far. She’s changed her
mind. This is too much…
“I am sorry,” Seven said, her voice full of regret.
“Don’t be,” Kathryn tried to smile reassuringly.
“It’s no big deal.”
“It is a failure on my part. You are perfectly
lovely and I…I understand.”
Well, I don’t! What the hell...?
“What are you talking about? We’re moving too fast
and if that makes you feel awkward, it sure doesn’t
mean you failed? Sometimes these things take time,
and I can be very patient if I have to.” Janeway
tried to believe her own words.
Seven shook her head, her hair spilling over the low
armrest, making her look even more enticing. “You do
not understand. It is not because of any hasty
decision. It is because of my physical inadequacy.”
Janeway pushed up between Seven’s legs and gazed at
the ex-Borg, feeling utterly bewildered. “What are
you talking about, Seven?”
Suddenly looking as if she was about to cry, Seven
broke eye contact and turned her face away from
Janeway. “You must have noticed that I am
lubricating excessively.” The last sentence came out
as a whisper.
“Lubricating? What do you mean…?” Janeway’s eyes
automatically fell to the apex of Seven’s thighs.
The white cotton fabric followed Seven’s body like a
second skin and the large, dark patch between her
legs proved that Seven was indeed aroused. “What do
you mean by excessive, sweetheart?” Janeway induced
all the tenderness she felt for Seven in her voice.
“I am aware of the need for moisture, but this feels
like more than that!” She set her jaw firmly, in a
very familiar way, but Janeway could see small tears
clinging to Seven’s eyelashes.
“Listen to me,” Janeway said, leaning over her
again. “This is perfectly normal. You’re aroused,
you’re wet, and what’s more, I love it. I love how
responsive you are and the fact that I can make you
wet yourself this way. Don’t you see what a
compliment that is to me?”
It was apparent that Seven was at a loss for words.
Staring up at Janeway with huge eyes, her mouth
opened and closed twice before she gave up. In the
meantime, Janeway decided that action spoke volumes
where words might be in adequate. She began pulling
the white panties off her lover, revealing a sparse
tuft of blonde hair and swollen folds. “You look
wonderful,” she murmured. “I can’t wait to have
you.”
Seven breathed deeply as Janeway eased the underwear
down and pulled them off completely. “You are not
repelled by…” she gestured towards her sex, “…this?”
“Certainly not. As I said, the opposite. You’re
beautiful.” To satisfy her own need, and to prove
once and for all how unfounded Seven’s concerns
were, Janeway spread her lover’s legs wide and
examined her sex with burning eyes and tender
fingers. “Allow me?”
“Yes.” Seven’s voice quivered, but was strong and
clear.
Janeway placed to fingers on either side of the
drenched folds and parted them gently. She was
relieved to see that the Borg had not altered
Seven's physionomy here as well. The Doctor had once
reported a long list of what the Collective had done
to this young woman, and her intestines had almost
all been violated, one way or another. Janeway
leaned down, and without hesitation placed her mouth
against the rigid, swollen clitoris. Realising how
sensitive the virgin ridge of nerves must be, she
merely held it, flattening her tongue against it
without moving.
~
Seven had stopped breathing. The searing sensation
between her legs, the sight of Kathryn’s auburn hair
spreading around her, caressing Seven’s inner
thighs, short-circuited her cortical implant.
Something between her thighs ached, quivered, and
she was sure it was going to implode any moment.
When Kathryn let her tongue gently caress it, Seven
moaned out loud, arching her back to ease up the
touch. Despite her efforts, gentle hands held on to
her, pulling her closer and in to the greedy mouth
that seemed to feed off of her.
It was agony for a few seconds more and then a new
gush of lubrication surged before a new phase began.
Suddenly the agony was gone and the pleasure part of
it soared. Seven whimpered and her hips undulated of
their own volition, making her wonder if her
nano-probes had taken over. Her sex ached, a
curious, yet wonderful, throbbing that was building
up toward something she had yet to discover. Kathryn
now moved, settling in closer between Seven’s legs.
“Kathryn,” Seven gasped. “You are…burning me.” It
was true. The sensation was liquid fire when Kathryn
now began to lick in earnest, long, relentless
caresses with her eager tongue.
“Mm, you’re doing so well, Seven. Just let it go.”
Kathryn’s voice murmured against her wet centre, the
vibrations carrying through it, which sent more
shivers through her abdomen.
“I do not know how to proceed,” Seven whimpered.
Kathryn took her mouth from Seven, moved up along
her body and pressed hotly against it. At the same
time she replaced her lips with two fingertips and
caressed the slick folds and the clitoris
repeatedly. “There, Seven. I can feel how tense and
close you are. Everything between your legs is
fluttering. I think you’re ready to come.”
The pressure grew continuously within Seven,
originated from her sex and pierced through her
thighs and into her belly. Her nipples were raw with
need and as if Kathryn had read her mind, she
lowered her head and soothed them with her tongue.
“Kathryn…” Seven moaned, wondrous at how dark her
voice was, how deep in her throat it rumbled as she
spoke her lover’s name. “I am uncertain how to
advance.”
“Just relax. Let the feelings take you over. Let
go.” Kathryn’s words vibrated around Seven’s right
nipple.
“Kiss me?” Seven asked, out of breath.
Pushing up farther, Kathryn pressed her lips to
Seven’s and parted them with a quick flick of her
tongue. The taste on her lips was new to Seven, and
she realised, this was her lubrication. It was not
unpleasant; in fact, the intimacy in kissing her own
juices from Kathryn’s lips enticed her and made her
body convulse, first one sharp twitch, and then a
series of long shudders. Something excruciatingly
wonderful exploded inside her sex, spilled over to
her veins and permeated her entire body, as if
carried by her nano-probes. It was as if a shockwave
of pleasure rolled over her, several times,
relentless. Seven pulled her knees up and pressed
herself against Kathryn’s hand. “Oh!” She undulated,
groaning louder as the pleasure kept going for
another ten point six four seconds before it reduced
in strength. As she slumped back in Kathryn’s arms,
her heart pounded out of control in her chest.
“There,” Kathryn murmured in her ear, placing soft
kisses behind it. “Wasn’t that wonderful?”
“I have never experienced anything like this,” Seven
said, surprised to feel tears running down her
cheeks. She hardly ever cried, and when she did, she
considered it a malfunction of her Borg system.
“And now that you have? Can I interest you in some
more?” Kathryn wiggled her eyebrows, giving a
crooked grin.
“Yes.”
Her eyes darkening, Kathryn moved on top of Seven,
rubbing her entire body against hers in a most
satisfying way. “Really? Excellent. Watching you
come made me go crazy, but I have yet to follow you.
Can you feel how hot you’ve made me, sweetheart?”
Seven could indeed. Kathryn was perspiring slightly,
and the peach coloured silk panties clung to her
centre, soaked.
“I wish to remove this last garment,” Seven said,
tugging at it. “I want you as naked as I am. It is
only fair.”
“You’re so right. Why don’t you take me to the
bedroom and take it off…OH!”
Seven only had to hear the first half of the
suggestion, to act. She pushed Kathryn aside, and
rose from the couch. Leaning down, she placed one
hand around the other woman’s back and one under her
knees and lifted her effortlessly. Seven carried her
precious burden into the bedroom where stopped on
the threshold and stared at the bed. It was folded
down, as an invitation, she surmised, and tea lights
were burning everywhere, rendering the room a
mysterious ambiance. There was no other light on,
not even starlight, since the curtains were drawn. A
fragrance filled the air discreetly, and it took her
a while to realise it was the scent of Kathryn’s
perfume, mixed with something else. Roses?
“Do you like it?” Kathryn asked, her voice a mere
whisper.
“It is aesthetically pleasing to several of my
senses.” Seven put Kathryn down by the side of the
bed. She placed her hands on her lover’s hips and
began sliding the panties off. To her relief,
Kathryn was also showing the same copious moisture.
So it is normal after all. Kneeling on the
floor, she pushed the silk off Kathryn’s feet and
then looked up along her body. “You are beautiful.”
“So beauty is no longer irrelevant?”
“No. Not in this instant. Not from a purely selfish
point of view. Your beauty does things to me,
induces new feelings that I have yet to explore.”
Kathryn tilted her head, cupping the back of Seven’s
head with both hands. “Then explore. Touch me.”
Making the most of the invitation, Seven simply
leaned forward and kissed the auburn curls covering
Kathryn’s sex. Enticed by the scent, and how the
strands, slightly more course than the ones on
Kathryn’s head, tickled her chin, she reached up to
part the slick folds.
“God, Seven. If you’re going to do that, I need to
lie down.”
Seven believed her. Kathryn’s legs trembled visibly,
so she nudged her backward, onto the bed. When
Kathryn was on her back, Seven searched her memory
for the most favourable position. She pulled the
other woman toward her, making Kathryn end up with
her bottom just on the edge and her legs spread
wide. Kneeling on the floor, Seven had perfect
access to Kathryn’s sex, and she stared openly at
it, memorising the sight of the engorged lips and
clitoris.
“Please, Seven,” Kathryn moaned. “I’m falling to
pieces here. Touch me.”
Seven placed her human index finger just below the
clitoris, making Kathryn arch her back and hold on
to her knees. Pleased with her responsiveness, Seven
positioned her Borg-enhanced hand further down,
circling Kathryn’s entrance. Somehow knowing what to
do, and taking her cue from Kathryn’s reaction,
Seven pushed two fingers together, pressing the
elusive clitoris out of its hood.
This made Kathryn give a loud whimper, only to move
restlessly back and forth on the bed. “Oh, darling.
Your touch…”
Seven held the clitoris in place and leaned forward,
blowing softly at it before touching it with the tip
of her tongue. The taste was different than her own,
and Seven licked around the throbbing ridge of
nerves, sampling her lover enthusiastically. This
was just as tantalising as when Kathryn had caressed
her. Flattening her tongue, she pressed it against
the now quivering clitoris, while her cybernetic
hand rubbed just inside Kathryn’s entrance.
“Seven!” Janeway clenched her teeth around the name
and Seven could see her temple artery throb in
unison with her sex. She took this as encouragement
to begin to lick, long, languid movements, up and
down the entire length of her lover. Slowly she
pressed two of her fingers on her Borg-hand inside,
not knowing if Kathryn would like it. Kathryn, in
turn, gave a sharp, high pitched scream, only to
murmur inaudible words, over and over. Her lover’s
reaction set Seven’s mind at ease, and re-ignited
her own passion.
“You are in my arms, Kathryn,” Seven said, needing
to convince herself. “You are here, and we are
making love.” She locked her mouth tighter to
Kathryn. Her hand worked in a slow, steady rhythm
between her lover’s thighs, and she felt the
moisture drenching her fingers.
Kathryn’s voice urged her on, by moans and grunts,
and an occasional term of endearment that forced its
way over the wine red lips.
“Yes, oh, Gods, yes. Darling…It’s almost too much,
but it feels…so good!”
Pushing faster and harder into Janeway, Seven did
not let go of the over-sensitised ridge of nerves,
instead Janeway could feel her gently grate her
teeth over it.
Then something happened inside. It was as if Seven’s
cybernetic implants on her fingers began to hum, a
low, hardly detectable vibration. Janeway went
rigid, and her eyes snapped open. Staring wide-eyed
at Seven, she arched, drawing Seven farther into her
body.
Convulsions began as small flutters, which escalated
through out Janeway’s body. A surprising sharpness
singed through her, emanating from her clitoris, and
somewhere deep inside where Seven’s fingers were
still causing havoc. Unable to stay quiet, and not
really sure why she should, Janeway’s whimper
escalated into a cry of release and pleasure.
“Seven! Make me yours…take me. Don’t stop!”
Seven obeyed without a word, or missing a beat. She
kept licking the pulsating clitoris, and pressing
her fingers in and out of Janeway, with a steady and
gentle force. Somehow Janeway knew Seven would not
stop until she asked her to, and since she was still
riding the enormous tidal wave of pleasure, the
orgasm incredibly strong, she was not about to do
so.
Eventually, the tremors inside her faded, and
Janeway lowered her legs around Seven’s shoulders.
“Darling,” she said throatily, “why don’t you come
up and lie here with me on the bed. I want to hold
you.”
She felt Seven carefully extract her fingers,
dislodge her mouth, and slide up on the bed next to
her. Janeway moved to the side and made her weary
body turn, so they would be lying against the
pillows.
“You okay?” Janeway asked, a little concerned that
this sexual encounter might have been too much for
Seven.
“I am more than ‘okay’, Kathryn,” Seven said. “I am
also ready to make love again.”
Janeway rose on her elbow, glancing down at her
lover. “What? You mean, you’re ready to go again,
already?”
“Judging from my body’s reactions—yes.”
“Then by all means, allow me,” Janeway purred. “I’m
the right person for the job, I think.” She pulled
Seven on top of her, sliding a thigh between her
legs. “Now, that’s it. Press against my leg. There
you go. Mm. How does that feel? Good?”
“Yes…” Seven whispered, pushing her pelvis along
Janeway’s leg. “It’s more than adequate. It is a
most stimulating feeling. I think I’m going to…”
Seven went rigid, and Janeway knew she had been
holding on as long as she had made love to her. Now
it was time again for the lovely woman in her arms
to let go. Seven was obviously struggling with
finding her way to an orgasm again, and Janeway
wanted desperately to be the one who gave it to her.
Feeling somewhat silly about being so territorial,
Janeway renewed her efforts. Reaching behind Seven,
she found the twin globes of Seven’s bottom. She
grabbed them, hoping her passionate touch would not
bruise Seven.
Instead this seemed to be what Seven required to
come for the second time. She pulled Janeway closer
with one hand and clenched the corner of a pillow in
the other as she bucked against her lover.
“Kathryn,” she managed. “Oh, please. It’s like
fire…”
Becoming rigid, like frozen in time, her utter
beauty so obvious, and deliciously tousled, Seven
fell onto Janeway with a thud when flesh hit flesh.
~
Janeway wrapped arms and legs around Seven and held
her in place. She was not about to let go of this
wonderful creature who, against all odds, seemed to
care for Janeway almost as much as Janeway loved
her.
Love. We never spoke of it.
Janeway cleared her throat. “Darling. Are you all
right?”
Seven lay still for a moment, obviously catching her
breath. “I am very ‘all right.’”
“You’re sure?” Janeway scrutinised Seven, wanting to
be sure herself.
“Yes.”
“No regrets?”
“No. Do you harbour any doubts?”
“Of course not.” Taking another leap of faith,
Janeway spoke the words that were engraved onto her
heart since more than a year. “I could never regret
loving you.” She paused to caress Seven’s damp
cheek. “And I do love you, Seven, with all my
heart.”
Seven missed a few beats before replying. “Kathryn…I
am a fortunate individual.”
But does she love me?
Janeway swallowed against the sudden dryness in her
throat. “How do you mean?”
“For you to reciprocate my feelings is indeed
fortunate. I would have had to face many years in
emotional solitude if you had not.”
Janeway tried to wrap her brain around Seven’s
words. “Are you saying that you love me too?” she
asked, quite confused.
“Yes.” Sounding as it should have been obvious, the
single word still made every difference to Janeway.
Happiness, combined with an onset of nerves, for
knowing that Seven felt the same, warmed her soul,
permeated it with volcanic heat that ignited
everything inside her body as well. Her desire for
the beautiful woman in her arms soared to new
heights and Janeway rolled Seven onto her back,
kissing her deeply and thoroughly. “My heart,” she
murmured against the soft, full lips under her own
and then placed small kisses over Seven’s face. “My
love.”
“As you are mine,” Seven whispered. “I am very
pleased you invited me over for dinner.”
“It was my pleasure, Seven,” Janeway quipped.
“I have yet to digest any solid or liquid nutrition,
however, which would constitute the criteria for
'dinner'.”
Janeway let go of the clavicle she was kissing. “Oh.
I’m sorry!”
“I am being facetious.” Seven’s face melted in a
broad smile.
“Oh.” Her cheeks colouring, Janeway returned the
smile. “I should’ve guessed that your sense of
humour would assert itself when least likely.”
“No one else has filed a complaint regarding my
wit.” Seven’s hands began caressing Janeway’s back
in an intricate, hypnotising pattern.
“And I certainly don’t want to be the first. Come
here.” Moving them onto their sides, Janeway cupped
the back of Seven’s neck and pulled her into yet
another searing kiss.
After the kiss, which left them both completely
breathless, Janeway settled once again on top of
Seven, who wrapped her arms and legs around her
captain. “I love you, Kathryn.”
Janeway’s breath caught in her throat. “I know. I
can feel it.”
“And I want to give you more.”
“More what?” Again, Janeway felt at a loss as to
what Seven meant.
Seven looked up at her from where she lay with her
blonde hair spread across the pillows. She smiled
again, this time an almost bashful, enigmatic kind
of smile. “Your invitation said ‘It would be the
captain’s pleasure to…' And that is what I will give
you. More pleasure.”
Janeway laughed out loud, for the first time in
years feeling utterly happy.
~