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By Gun Brooke “Yes, Captain,” came the smart reply, only contradicted by the open tenderness in Seven’s eyes. “We need to make first contact.” “First contact?” Janeway murmured with a muted laugh. “Yes, I suppose it is.” And it was. Seven’s skin was warm and smooth against her lips. Janeway knew Seven’s skin was as pristine and perfect as the day she was born. Next to her, Seven began to turn her head. Oh, Gods, this is really happening. This is Seven in my arms! Janeway held her eyes half closed, not wanting to miss anything, but not ready to kiss Seven with her eyes fully open. It would have been as painful as it was to look into the cores of two pulsar stars. “Captain…Kathryn?” Seven breathed the words against Janeway’s chin and Janeway realized it was up to her to finalize their touch with the kiss. Seven couldn’t do it, Janeway knew without a shadow of a doubt, so it was up to her. She placed Seven’s hands on their legs between them and then cupped her cheeks. Janeway had touched Seven’s face many times, mostly in sickbay, when Seven had been unconscious for one reason or another. Now, softly, Janeway kissed the full lips of the woman that had visited her in so many disturbed, frustrated dreams. Ripe, sweet, intoxicating… It was everything Janeway had ever imagined—and more. Janeway trembled. To confess to herself that she’d dreamed of this woman, this innocent, beautiful person that she’d snatched from the Borg queen’s claws, literally. She’s mine. Janeway’s inner words scared her and yet it was nearly impossible to keep the kiss chaste. All Janeway wanted was to devour Seven, taste her, claim that innocence before it was lost on someone who didn’t lo— “Captain. That is enough.” The amused and not entirely disapproving voice of the Lady Graynce reached Janeway and tore her from Seven with a muted gasp. Awkwardly, she gazed up at the woman she’d nearly pushed onto her back. “You all right?” she whispered as she pushed the half-thought word to the back of her mind where she buried it. “I am functional…in a wholly novel fashion,” Seven said dreamily, and to Janeway’s amazement, a shy, completely new sort of a smile, appeared on Seven’s slightly swollen lips.
To be continued
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