Today is the day of St. Lucia here in
Sweden.
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By Gun Brooke Seven woke up with her heart pounding, uncertain of where she was. Without thinking, she tugged at the sleeping form in her arms, feeling disoriented for a six point two four seconds. When the woman in her arms slowly turned around and buried her face into Seven’s neck, unexpected warmth flooded her system, curiously enough making her nanoprobes incapable of controlling her heart rate. “Kathryn?” Seven murmured. There was no response. “Kathryn, it is morning. We are expected at breakfast.” “Soon.” Seven’s right eyebrow went up. “No. Now. Or we are going to be late.” “Just a few moments…” Janeway suddenly poked her head up from where it had been hiding. “Seven?” Her voice was huskier than normal in the morning, and she had indentations on her face from having slept on wrinkled linen. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Janeway gushed and then her capillaries overcompensated, filling with blood enough to make Janeway blush profusely. Seven followed Janeway’s gaze and realized that both their robes had come undone during the night and they were now locked in a very intimate embrace, skin on skin. Seven felt her own cheeks warm, and knew she mimicked Janeway’s flustered appearance. “It is I who should apologize,” Seven said, gently clearing her throat. “I was the one who assumed that we would get to know each other in a more detailed way, if we slept closer together. I should have consulted you first, Kathryn.” Janeway’s face softened, and she raised a hand to gently touch Seven’s face. She outlined the optical implant with the softest of touches, and it sent tingles directly to Seven’s cortical node, which dutifully relayed the pleasure to Seven’s entire body. Trembling, all Seven could do was hold on tight to Janeway. “Kathryn…” “Seven.” Janeway’s eyes darkened and locked onto Seven’s lips. Unable to resist wetting them with her tongue, Seven knew something was happening between them, which she had no control over. It was as if an alien entity was present, an invisible, suggestive life-form that drew them together, slowly, inevitably. Seven’s lips parted of their own volition. She knew that if Janeway did not kiss her now, she would implode from the disappointment. Janeway rose on one elbow and was now only a breath away. “Kiss me, Kathryn? Please?” “You don’t have to beg.” “I do not know how to proceed…” It was true. This wasn’t the same as when they had kissed during the exercise yesterday. That had been in the presence of others, and as enticing as it had been, it had not affected Seven nearly as much, as this near-kiss did. Janeway closed the distance and pressed her lips against Seven’s with a muted whimper. Seven inhaled through her nose and closed her eyes. The taste and scent of the woman in her arms were overwhelming. Seven’s lips, still parted, slid against Kathryn’s as she tried to remember how humans kissed. Janeway, who no doubt had kissed before, took command and when she parted Seven’s lips more, Seven knew this was how it was meant to be. Precisely this delicious, exactly this tormenting and breathtaking. Seven let her tongue meet Kathryn’s and tried to convey how eager she was to greet it, invite it into her mouth. Soon the kiss deepened and Seven pressed Kathryn onto her back, devouring her. She tried fruitlessly to quench the thirst ever present thirst for this woman, but somehow knew it would never happen. There was no way she could ever get enough of this. Janeway’s hands were in Seven’s hair, gently tugging at it as she made Seven loose the connection between them. “Seven, sweetheart, please. You have to stop. Breathe.” Janeway was out of breath herself and her eyes stormy blue. “This is getting out of hand and it’s time for us to meet up with the others for breakfast. Remember?” Trembling, Seven blinked hard to remove any traces of the threatening tears that burned behind her eyelids. She hated this sign of perceived weakness. “Yes. Of course.” Janeway stopped Seven with gentle hands when she tried to get up. “Just so you know. The kiss was wonderful. I couldn’t have asked for a better, more arousing kiss. And we will examine what’s going on with us later.” Feeling a little better, Seven tilted her head. “You are certain?” “I’m not certain about anything,” Janeway admitted. “But I promise you, we’ll find out. All right?” “Very well.” Seven rose from the bed. It was only sheer coincidence that she looked at Janeway just in time to catch a most vulnerable and adoring look on her face. Seven straightened her back on her way to the ensuite bathroom. It was entirely possible that she might kiss the captain again before the day was over.
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