Katnryn'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?”
~
