J/7
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Janeway, Seven, Voyager, they're all properties of
Paramount Pictures. I'm just having a little fun.
by
Gun Brooke
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?