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.
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