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By Gun Brooke Janeway didn’t know what to think. Seven looked at her as if the decision on how to proceed was in her hands, and Barra merely gave that enigmatic smile that said nothing. Oh, I get it. A Jungian approach to things, even if Barra’s never heard of this ancient psychologist. I wonder what archetypes she sees Seven and me as? The young, innocent virgin contra the old, seasoned soldier? Janeway huffed, and three sets of eyebrows rose. “Cap- … Kathryn?” Seven blushed faintly. “I suppose if we’re here to learn, we might as well take the opportunity,” Janeway said, much against better judgment, but also with the wormholes in mind. “How do we begin, Barra?” “A wise decision that you will continue to benefit from.” Barra motioned for Seven to sit closer. “You will begin by embracing closely.” She guided them into a most intimate position, sitting with arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other. Janeway felt the desire stir at the bottom of her consciousness and the fact that Seven was moving her hands in small circles across her back didn’t help much. Barra’s voice was next to them, yet felt far away, when she instructed them. “That’s it. Cheek to cheek. Now, Kathryn, tell Seven what you love most about her.” Love. Janeway closed her eyes and inhaled Seven’s scent of fresh soap faintly tinged by metal. “Seven,” she began and cleared her throat. “Most of all I love how you make me feel when we are deeply involved in one of our philosophical discussions.” Seven’s wordless response was to squeeze Janeway tighter against her. “Good,” Barra said. “Now tell Seven what those feelings are about.” Janeway squirmed inwardly, but kept holding on to Seven. “It makes me feel I have your undivided attention, that in that moment, you see and hear only me and have no need for anyone else, right then.” Oh, Gods, where is all this coming from? “Seven. Your turn.” “Kathryn, I love that your keen mind is combined with compassion.” Seven’s lips moved only a whisper from Janeway’s neck. “And this makes me feel like I belong. As if I have a chance to belong with you, if you would let your guard and command persona down enough to…see me.” Janeway flinched. “But I do see you, sweetheart,” she gushed without thinking. Not really caring if this was part of Barra’s exercise or not, she pulled back enough to look into Seven’s eyes. “You have my undivided attention when I’m with you, and you’re always on my mind, more or less, when you’re not.” Seven’s blue eyes grew large, only to blink repeatedly when small tears outlined her eyelashes. “Really?” “Yes.” It was damn near impossible to swallow against the sudden dryness in Janeway’s throat. “I feel the same way,” Seven said. “You are always present in my thoughts as well.” “Always?” “Always. I rarely dream, while regenerating. It is not sleep as you know it. But my cortical node sometimes sends images of your flickering through my subconscious pathways. You would think it was a mechanical, automated process, not related to my feelings, but of all the individuals I interact with every day, your face is the only one I see this way.” Janeway didn’t know how to respond to this. “I…” She saw the fullness of Seven’s lips, and could only think of one thing. “Go ahead, Kathryn. There are no boundaries for this session.” Barra’s voice seemed to come from a great distance. Janeway brushed her lips over Seven’s. Immediately, Seven’s mouth opened and the kiss deepened, as if it was inevitable. Not concerned with the fact that another person was present, Janeway was overcome with the ever-present desire for Seven that burned beneath her skin. She tipped Seven’s head back and caressed the back of her head. The hairpins holding Seven’s austere twist escaped and Janeway filled her hands with the golden blond hair. A low groan began in Janeway’s throat and without knowing how, she had Seven on her back against the soft pillows. “Kathryn?” Seven whimpered and tugged at her. “I need…something…” “Shh, darling, it’s all right.” Janeway kissed a hot trail down Seven’s neck, only to bite gently at her left clavicle. “You’re fine. Just relax.” The storm inside Janeway didn’t fade and now she wanted more. More skin, more of those scorching kisses, more of Seven.
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