J/7
- NC-17 (eventually) - same gender love...if illegal
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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.” 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.