Gun Brooke's Janeway/Seven Advent Calendar 2009
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek Voyager and it's original characters, and I'm only borrowing them to play with a little. No dollars (or any other currency) made - and no copyright infringement intended.
Sleepless in Space
Door 10
Seven turned on her left side, feeling wide awake and not in the least bit
‘sleepy’. In fact, she was not quite sure what feeling ‘sleepy’ meant, except
for the outward symptoms of rubbing your eyes, yawning, and slumping sideways.
Naomi Wildman, Voyager’s only child crewmember, frequently displayed this, but
Seven had yet to rub or yawn.
The captain shifted and rolled over on her back, ending up right next to Seven.
Not wanting to crowd Janeway, Seven tried to back up, but the queen size bed did
not allow for much maneuvering. When Janeway began to move onto her side toward
Seven, she suddenly found herself with her arms full of a sleeping, warm, and
surprisingly soft starship captain. Seven’s first response was to wake Janeway
and point out the fact that she was invading Seven’s sleeping space, but she
knew the captain had worked well into the late hours, and then it had taken her
a long time to fall asleep. She loathed to disturb her. Perhaps if she was
patient, Janeway would soon roll the other way?
Instead, Janeway became increasingly heavier and buried her face into Seven’s
neck, something that caused Seven’s skin to create what Naomi Wildman called
‘goose bumps’.
“Captain?” Seven was beginning to panic at her body’s unexpected reactions. Her
stomach clenched, and it was becoming harder to breathe.
“Mm.” Janeway circled Seven’s waist with her arm and nuzzled the side of her
neck.
To Seven’s horror, she felt small droplets of perspiration form at her temples.
Heat came in waves, and the alien sensations were startling, since these
functions had always been monitored and regulated by her nanoprobes and cortical
system.
“Captain?” Seven raised her voice. “You are in my personal space.”
“Mm? Seven?” Janeway’s hand slid up, stopping abruptly just beneath her right
mammary gland. “Seven! Oh, Gods, I’m sorry!” She scrambled back to her side of
the bed. “I…I wasn’t aware…”
Seven tried to make out Janeway’s expression in the dark room, but since her
ocular implant was also off line, she had to try and interpret the captain’s
voice. Janeway sounded mortified, and Seven was filled with conflicting
emotions. Part of her actually missed Janeway’s closeness, and she also wanted
to erase the pain in her voice.