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By Gun Brooke Seven placed the small box on the bed after fishing out the items inside. Made of some illuminate crystal, and perfectly cut, two egg-shaped balls lay in her palm, connected by a silver string. Seven detected something unexpected. “Curious. These ornaments are vibrating with a frequency of eighty-two point three nine eight pulsations per second.” “Really.” Kathryn still looked flustered and there was something else, something indefinable in her eyes that intrigued Seven. “Let me feel.” She took the crystal eggs in her hands and closed her eyes briefly. “They’re damn slick, these Vegasolians, I’ll give them that.” “Kathryn?” “These are not ornaments, per se, Seven. Do you know what these are?” Seven shook her head no. “They are meant for pleasure.” “I see. I take it their purpose has to do with sexual stimuli, then.” Seven swallowed at the sight of Kathryn’s darkening eyes. “Have you used such devices before?” “No, not exactly like these, but I know of them, of course.” Kathryn weighed them in her hands. “When it comes to women, they’re inserted , mainly into the vagina, where they create stimulating vibrations. Especially if there are additional sensations added.” “Elaborate.” Seven had problems breathing now. It was as if the air in the room had thickened and the temperature increased several degrees. “If you tug at these strings and manually caress the erogeous zones of a woman who has these inside her, she will experience a heightened level of pleasure.” Kathryn cocked her head. “It’s bound to set the woman in question through the ceiling.” Seven gazed up. “They possess a thrusting ability as well?” She frowned, confused. "Enough to propel a individual that far?" “No,” Kathryn smiled, “it’s just a saying, meaning the orgasm will be so intense that it’s overwhelming.” “Ah. I see. I have no experience with orgasms.” It was Kathryn’s turn to do a double take. “What? None? Ever?” “None.” Seven wondered if this was a character flaw or something she should be ashamed on. Perhaps there was some sort of exercise or task she should have performed that would induce an orgasm. “I am sorry that I am lacking in this respect.” Kathryn shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, Seven. It’s not your fault. I think I just assumed since you’ve researched that along with everything else in Voyager’s database that you’ve been curious. You know, tried it on your own.” “Where? In cargo bay two where I may have company by any crewmember at any given time?” Seven’s ire went up. “Hardly a beneficial environment.” “I’m sorry, Seven,” Kathryn said, looking as if she just realized something. “I didn’t think of that. I have thought of your lack of privacy before, but never gotten around to actually do anything about it. I should have.” “Thank you. It is not too late. Perhaps we can discuss the move of my regeneration chamber to another location when we return.” That seemed to astonish Kathryn and she closed her hands around the crystal eggs. “Yes. Of course.” Her voice had something forlorn to it and Seven wanted to reassure her, but didn’t know what to say. “You have done so much for me, Kathryn,” she said hesitatingly. “I owe you my life as an individual, as a free human being. That, compared to having my own quarters—“ “But I didn’t grab you from the Borg queen to give you individuality only to deny you basic rights.” Worried now at the desolate words from Kathryn, Seven wrapped her arms around her. “Do not worry about it. I do not want you to. You are very special to me. If you worry, I—ache, inside.” “You do?” Kathryn tipped her head back. “Really?” “Yes.” Seven brushed her lips along Kathryn’s with all the tenderness she could muster. It seemed to ignite something within Kathryn, who in turn parted her lips and deepened the kiss while she dug the fingers of her free hand into Seven’s hair. Pins flew through the air and Seven felt her long hair tumble down over her shoulders. “Gods, you’re so beautiful,” Kathryn gasped. “You’re beautiful inside and out.” They explored each other’s mouths and Seven began unbuttoning Kathryn’s green dress, which had twenty-six buttons in front. She only needed to unbutton fourteen before she had access enough to stick her hands inside and unhook Kathryn’s bra. Her soft breasts bounced into freedom and Seven greedily filled her hands with their precious weight. She kissed down Kathryn’s neck and farther down to her left nipple. It filled her mouth with a tempting pebbled skin. Seven raked her teeth carefully over the taut nipple, and the whimper from Kathryn was like music. “Take me to bed, Seven. Please. I’ve wanted you since yesterday, so badly. No, no, I’m lying. I’ve wanted you almost ever since I liberated you. And after the Borg queen tried to take you back, I’ve known that I wanted you—and it was impossible.” Kathryn was trembling now. Seven pushed the dress off Kathryn’s body, and slid her underwear off at the same time. Placing Kathryn on the bed, she looked at her, especially eyeing the crystal eggs in her hand. “I will give you pleasure at the best of my ability. I know lots of facts, but I may still make mistakes when it comes to the art of copula—...love making.” Kathryn pushed herself up in a half seated position, leaning on her elbows. “Get undressed,” she said softly. “I promise I’ll do my best too. I know very little about making love to a woman, but you, I want to make love to you so much.” “I want that too. “ Seven pushed her civilian clothes, a white tunic and light blue soft slacks, off in one sweeping motion. Standing there, feeling the air reach every part of her, her stomach clenched at the prospect of being touched, caressed by the woman she'd dreamed of, idolized, for years. "You can still call it off, Seven. But I hope you won't." Kathryn's voice was a low purr. "I would understand if this intimidates you." "No." Breathless, hungry for the emotions she thought she detected in Kathryn's eyes, Seven spoke in a tremulous voice. “I am Borg. I am ready.”
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