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
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.”
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