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7
By Gun Brooke Janeway’s hands suddenly became heavy and she clung to Seven’s to stay upright. Seven in turn began a slow caress with her thumbs on the back of Janeway’s hand, perhaps as a reminder of where they were, and why. Janeway looked into Seven’s ice-blue irises and she thought she detected an unusual expression of…she wasn’t sure of what, but it was intense nonetheless. “Now lean forward, forehead to forehead. Breathe each other’s air; inhale your partner’s soul as it is offered freely to you.” Slowly, hesitantly, Janeway leaned forward, utterly self-conscious, and watched Seven do the same, placing their foreheads gently together. The closeness was so much more than a mere embrace, since they still were face to face, within each other’s personal space. Seven was breathing in short, perhaps nervous, breaths. Sweet as honey, her breath wafted over Janeway’s senses and she was suddenly beginning to see the purpose of this exercise. She relaxed, relieved when she could see a clear purpose. Seven seemed to relax as well. Their fingers laced together instead of being tightly joined fists. Janeway felt her nose brush against Seven’s and she had to smile. This in turn made Seven blink and try to focus her eyes on Janeway’s, which only served to make them both cockeyed. “Now, lean your forehead on each other’s shoulders. Rest a while.” Slowly, Janeway let her head slide down, her forehead traveling along Seven’s cheek, jaw line, and neck, before ending up on the other woman’s shoulder. There, she pressed her face into the amazingly soft fabric of Seven’s plum colored cat suit. Of course. She had to wear that suit. Of course. Seven had assumed a similar position, only with the difference that she’d turned her head and was nuzzled into Janeway’s neck, her lips only a fraction of a millimeter from Janeway’s bare skin. They were still holding each others hands and Seven’s breath was now as quick as Janeway’s. “We will finish this first part of our exercise by exchanging a chaste sort of kiss. Turn your heads and let your lips meet for a moment only.” Suddenly feeling rushed and vulnerable, Janeway contemplated moving back, out of Seven’s reach. She shuddered and then noticed Seven’s left arm reach for her, pull her closer. “Seven?” Janeway whispered.
To be continued
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