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Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar Story 2007
Janeway’s Odyssey
By Gun Brooke Hello faithful readers! There is a hidden surprise in the calendar picture. Go treasure hunting for a cute picture-manipulation of our favourite girls! Gun
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The clinical words should have made Janeway recoil, but Seven was so beautiful where she stood in her ice-blue bio suit, that all she could do was nod. She placed her hands softly around Seven’s waist and leaned in to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck. “Oh.” Seven’s hands returned to Janeway’s head, tangled into her long hair and pulled it back. “You are that certain.” It wasn’t a question. Janeway devoured Seven with her eyes. “Yes, very certain. That said,” she whispered and pulled back a little, “I’m not going to make you mine here, in a strange bed, with just an hour to do it in. I want to just hold you, and find out what you’ve done these last four years, and tell you about me. You may not think me worthy once you know about the things I’ve had to do to—“ “—survive.” Seven kissed Janeway softly. “You did what you had to do, to survive, and to find your way back to Voyager. And me.” Seven added and smiled shyly, a thoroughly delightful smile that released several knots in Janeway’s belly. Unable to resist, Janeway reached around Seven and undid the bio suit’s clasp, watching it pool around Seven’s waist. Seven wore nothing underneath and Janeway’s gaze explored her torso, which was outlined with at least six Borg implants that ran in a streamlined pattern around her. Janeway’s mouth watered. “Beautiful…” “Scarred.” “Yes, and beautiful.” Janeway traced her fingers along the implant that circled Seven’s left breast. Seven’s nipple responded instantly, hardening to a dark pink pebble. Janeway flicked her thumb over it, repeatedly. Seven whimpered and she swayed visibly where she stood. Janeway wrapped her free arms around Seven’s waist and held her close. She continued to caress Seven’s breast, moving from the nipple, to the plump and full orb, and back again. “Please,” Seven gasped. “Want me to stop, Seven?” “No. No, don’t stop!” “Then what?” Janeway purred. “The…the other nipple. Please.” _______________________________________________________________
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