took a moment to grasp this new information.
he has obviously
recovered from the first or he wouldnt be here
but why? Why did you hit him?
stiffened, staring at the door into the Cathedral where the service had become muted. There were footsteps in the Chapel audible
to them both.
might not be him - in fact it probably isnt Janeway whispered, trying to
hide amusement and relief from her voice. Shall
I take a look?
Negative! Seven was moving towards the other staircase
pulling Admiral Janeway with her. We
will find an alternative exit.
- you - do have to talk to him at some point
Negative! It is not safe!
- Admiral Janeway - it is not safe for him! I
do not wish to talk anymore! I do not
want to listen to his reasons and he refuses to listen to mine so I will hit him again. Harder. It
is not appropriate that I hit him here.
Oh. Quite right.
Point for the future - if we have one. On
the whole its best not to hit him anywhere, Seven. Though Ive wanted to thump him once or
examining the blue transporter pad. A
monopad, it leads to The Lantern Tower, above the Triforium. A room for quiet retreat and
contemplation. We should go there and
make a plan.
There was a
metallic moan and the sounds of the service getting louder.
what plan would that be, Seven? Chakotay
stood in the doorway, phaser in hand. He
jiggled it. Just a little precaution in
case you thought to hit me again. There
was madness in his eyes. He was looking at
Seven with loathing. Why am I not
surprised that you are here, Kathryn? Come to
save your little Borg? But then it helped me
find her, you being here, the great and wonderful Admiral Janeway, so
recognisable. So famous. He descended into the room, carefully closing the
door. Apparently you two have been
causing quite a scene, care to tell me about it? Or
has my wife just totally lost her mind and tried to kill you too?
moved between them slowly, a feeling of dread in her bones.
Perhaps everything is pre-destined? In
one future already culminating at this point, Seven of Nine had died in Chakotays
arms. Not in this one. Not if I can help it.
you OK, Chakotay? Do you need medical
attention? She pushed Seven back onto
the transporter pad, all the while shielding her with her body.
fine! He spat, Go away! Leave us
alone! Seven - It is not over, come home, you
know its not over! I will change -
just give me the chance!!!..
interrupted before Seven could speak. Stop
this Chakotay. Get a grip, man, you need
towards them, ignoring her. You come
home now. I will forgive you for hitting me.
I wont tell anyone.
raised her hands, holding him off with the movement, compassion pouring from her face. He diverted to prowl in front of them. She could feel Seven trying to push a way through
her to get at him. Her voice was loud and
not my home. I have left it. You will leave me alone! This subject is terminated.
No! He raised the phaser, thinking to order her to
accompany him, thinking he needed to shut her up, to make her understand.
holding firm, blocking Seven with her body, and him with her hands still open in
you, you dont want to hurt her, Chakotay, do you?
You love her.
Yes! His face crumpled. Seven I love you!
stepped forward, off the transporter pad, her hands still raised. A carefully timed phaser could hit two people
mid-transport, but only one solid body at a time otherwise.
Mine, if need be.
you love her and that is why you are going to let her go. She lowered her hand slowly towards the controls. Shes her own woman. She has to make her own choices. Whatever they are. He was shadowing her every move.
warning you Kathryn! Dont stand in my
way. She can speak for herself. He
aimed the phaser at her.
are you going to do with that, Chakotay? Shoot
me? Shoot Seven? Carefully now.
have to. Now go away, Kathryn and let me
settle this my own way. Seven was
tensing behind her, readying herself to spring at him.
Kathryn moved to block her while demanding Chakotays attention.
wont let you hurt her. You will have to
shoot us both. I know you dont want to
do that. Now think man, think about what you
are doing here
What do your spirit
guides have to say?
my spirit guides!
to a halt, shocked at his own blasphemy. Her
hand hit the transport button and Seven dematerialised behind her.
to spill down his face. You see? You see what she has done to me? Im sorry, Seven. Im sorry. He implored the space where Seven had been with
one hand stretching wildly, erratically as if to claw her back. Kathryn moved towards him slowly, an eye still on
the phaser. For Gods sake Seven, let
me handle this. Dont come back.
weeping frenziedly. She touched his hand
gently, sliding hers around it towards the phaser and carefully easing his head down to
her shoulder with the other hand.
have to turn this around, my friend. Walk
away. Find your path again. Let her go. She
needs to go. She needs you to let her. You can do that because you love her. A spasm jolted through him and he released the
phaser into her hand allowing himself to be drawn briefly into her arms, to cry. For a few moments she comforted him until he drew
in a shuddering breath and moved away, his face beginning to calm.
you isnt it? It has always been
you. Resignation and bitterness
sculpted the words.
honestly, I dont know. I think
so. I can only hope so. His eyes filled with darkness, but he controlled
He looked at
the phaser. Dont make me shoot you,
Chakotay. Her hand tightened in
readiness. There was a long pause. He swallowed.
keep that under your pillow then. Youll
need it. It was the best he could do
and she allowed him the reward of her smile, watching him straighten his shiny leather
jacket and set his jaw back to a semblance of the man she knew.
thanks. I think. What will you do?
Will you be alright now?
He put his
hands in his pockets. Oh Ill
think of something. Maybe I am long overdue a
conversation with my ancestors. Seeing the alarm in her face, he snapped,
Its a ceremony Kathryn. Some part
of me has to die, but my time on this plain is not yet over - oh Im not going to
end it all because of Seven. Anyway
she is waiting for you now and probably about to instigate a cunning counter attack to
knock me out again. You best go to her. Will
you tell her
tell her that Im sorry?
Just for a moment the grief welled up again, before it was marshalled into place. He looked angry.
probably going to hate you for this for a long, long time.
we wont actually stop
loving each other. I am still your friend. Remember that, Chakotay.
and made his way up the steps, lumbering through the door, without looking back. She continued to watch the closed door,
tension leaving her system and leaving her weak. Nothing
is easy, is it? Love leaves you desperate and
lonely and transfers all of its blessing onto someone else.
I know how that feels, Chakotay and I hope you find respite soon. But now Seven was waiting for her. Seven feeling God-knows-what and Kathryn was
beginning to feel tired. Automatically she
began to straighten her appearance, readying herself for what was to come, feeling a new
nervousness beginning to take a hold of her. Blue
lights swirled around her fading out the sunken little room and fading in an octagonal
room with Seven of Nine at the controls of the transporter.
did you do that - I wasnt even on the transporter pad! Kathryn lowered her hand from her hair.
extended the pad parameters and programmed the transporter buffers to lock onto your
looked at her stunned. But that means she
knows them off by heart. My bio-patterns. It wasnt exactly a declaration of love,
but like so many times before it was a peculiar indication of the Borgs devotion and
loyalty to her. So many times when I just
took that for granted. Im
impressed. Thank you. They were in a tiny room at the top of the lantern
tower. Tall ornate windows complete with wide
window seats graced two semi circular bays. There
was no glass; instead forcefields protected them from the weather, though the wind was
still audible buffeting the blue domed ceiling above.
It was adorned with gold and silver stars. Ambient
lighting and heat had activated automatically on Sevens arrival. Kathryn, enchanted, turned to Seven, This is
like being in an ancient spaceship.
looking at the phaser in her hand.
didnt have to use it and he has gone now. He
said to tell you that he is sorry.
nothing, frozen in thought and emotion. She
Seven? Kathryns voice was gentle as she moved
towards the younger woman who stepped back quickly before she could touch her. Behind her was a small shrine with one tall candle
placed before it. It was unlit. Ready for the next pilgrim. I guess you might call that me.
Careful. Kathryn indicated it still following the young
woman. How are you doing, Seven?
hurt right now, yes, but I asked about you. How
are you? She placed the phaser
delicately on a shelf beneath the altar, retrieving a lighter as she did so.
adrift. Floating in space without
purpose. I have hurt him and I do not know
how to mend him. I am an inadequate human
smiled, her eyes tearing, Because your first relationship failed? In that case we are all incompetent. And love makes us all feel inadequate so very
quickly. She offered a prayer to whatever
Gods were listening and lit the candle.
didnt move. But I did not
experience what I thought I would, even when we were an effective unit. I will always just be a drone as I do not feel
placed her hand on the Borgs arm offering comfort.
She wanted to ask about sex and about passion, but then again - maybe she
didnt want to know the answers.
lets sit over there. She
indicated the window seat, moving Seven towards it and dumping her coat, veil and bag at
one end. The Borg reluctantly allowed herself
to be guided onto its purple cushioned seat, leaning lightly against a bolster,
unconsciously unfastening her coat as she did so. Underneath,
Kathryn could see a deep blue silk shirt tucked into figure hugging slacks.
seen you experience many emotions, on Voyager and here today, so I am sure that this is
not true, but what feelings do you mean, Seven? You
were in love with him? Seven
drew in a pained breath, holding herself rigid.
believed I was experiencing love. It was
Pleasant. We operated efficiently
together. There were no problems. It was satisfactory to begin with, but after a
time I identified a lack. I required a personal challenge to combat this complacency. It was not in evidence when I was onboard
Voyager because the work and the collective were rewarding.
I considered this deficiency to stem from the alien human lifestyle that I was
testing and that I had not yet adapted to it. So
iron rings fixed at even intervals to the stonework beneath the windows. Kathryn examined one idly. Did you discuss
monitoring me and addressed it first. He
said I was undergoing a difficult stage in development and advised me to see a
counsellor. I saw two and both had their own
strategy to assist me but
they added to all the other voices inside me telling me
how I should behave. Who I should
She stopped, combating anger and distress, her face flushing.
placed a hand on her thigh. Go on, talk
to me, Seven.
were so many voices and none of them my own. I
just felt empty. I did attempt to rectify the
situation, Admiral, but the more I attempted to repair my emotions, the less I could feel
anything at all. For a long time the sexual
connection sustained him but then he became insistent and I was not happy. I did not fit. She paused briefly fixing Kathryn with unwavering
eyes. He loved me too.
stroked her arm briefly, taking her left hand. I know he did. The question is what do you feel now?
Disappointed. In myself. I
think that I am unfit to be in a relationship. I
do not have the required responses and this results in damage to my partner. I am rootless.
Adrift. I do not belong on Earth with
humans. I will hurt you too, Admiral. That cannot be permitted.
her hand gently between soothing palms. Adrift
. Rootless. I
understand these feelings, Seven, even with family to come home to. You are looking for a quality which can only be
found within, no matter how far you travel. For
a sense of yourself - and you know this is perfectly natural
sighed, Can I ask you about the physical side of your relationship with
indignant, removed her hand carefully, placing it instead on the bolster cushion behind
her. I am an adept sexual partner. I am
familiar with many pleasing techniques. Chakotay
was extremely satisfied with my ability.
touches you? Who gets close to you? Beyond
cleared her throat, Were you
physical release quotient stabilised at 94.1 percent.
I understand that this is satisfactory, Admiral.
It is significantly above average. She
lifted an eyebrow arrogantly, annoyance plain to see to the older woman.
is high and yet
An impressive figure, indeed
you mind if I ask you about this?
She stretched her right arm along the cushion, her coat falling open to frame her
remarkable silk clad body. It was a posture
of supreme physical confidence. Kathryn
shifted slightly, aware that she was moving into uncomfortable territory.
skill as a
comes from your innately generous nature. You delight in performing to the very best of your
ability in all things, do you not?
must have been one very fulfilled man.
just that I have this notion, Seven, of you pleasing him so much that you included your
own release as part of your gift to him. And
he probably never even realised it.
not pretend - if that is what you mean - I did not need to.
know. Im sure all your techniques are highly
effective. You are, after all, very
unsure as to your point, Admiral? The
irritation in Sevens eyes was beginning to arouse her.
perhaps that is my point. She
smiled suddenly, Can we return to this
course, although I would prefer to know now.
grinned at her impishly. That would be
more satisfactory to you wouldnt it? She
jangled a metal loop playfully.
Seven took a
moment to consider her former Captain, certain that the conversation had just changed
direction but unsure as to where it was headed. There
was a gleam in Janeways eye that unsettled her, yet the nervousness this produced in
her solar plexus was strangely agreeable. She
licked her lips and decided to proceed down this new avenue.
what would be satisfactory to you, Admiral?
Seven fixed the auburn woman with serious eyes.
Kathryn - arriving as it did in one engulfing second.
She caught her breath, aware of all her sexual responses at once. Aware that Seven could just as easily read them. Ah.
She flushed. Youve got me
there, Seven. She glanced up at the
watching her in fascination.
cleared her throat again. I have to
know - when you kissed me - was that merely an experiment? She drew a leg up beneath herself
which scientific field how to kiss an admiral?
in surprise: Seven seemed to be actually
enjoying her discomfort! The Borg raised an
eyebrow. I kissed you because it was the natural conclusion to our
interaction. Something close to amusement was emanating from Seven of Nine.
struggling to find any meaning at all that satisfied her in this response, moved a little
closer and tried again. You see
its just that when we kissed, I experienced so much sensation that I could have
sworn we went through a temporal loop right there and then
And I was wondering if
you felt something like that?
was pouring from Sevens eyes, though she did not move.
estimation it was similar to a fractal cascade.
could be good, right? Janeway was being
played with - an entirely unfamiliar experience for her.
It checked her. Made her hold back.
Really? How so?
sequences of harmonic equations, one leading to another - each superior to the last. Seven cocked her head to one side observing her
with sparkling, speculative eyes. The admiral
pivoted up onto her knees and closed the gap between them.
Oh. She was breathless and tingling. You liked it then?
moving panther-like round to face her. I
will hurt you too Admiral Janeway and that cannot be tolerated. Kathryns hands were now either side of her
on the stone wall. It was cold, but all of
her was hot. There was a rage burning inside
her not anger more like a storm - an inevitable, irresistible meeting of
elemental forces. Of kinetic life-giving
apart hurt both of us, Seven, she said roughly
Which could you bear more
the absence of risk - or the risk of loving? She
had never noticed before just how spectacular were the blonde eyelashes framing
studying her lips again, breathing through her mouth, and it just added to the heat
building in every part of Kathryns body. She
did not reply.
do you want, Seven, right now? They
were inches apart. Blue eyes rose slowly to
look through lashes at her. The pupils were
Admiral - since you have disregarded all my warnings - I want more. She raised her lips to brush Kathryns
firmly, then softly, running her fingers over the suspended body Here
Lips touched her neck
in this sexless place. I
They began to move along her jaw.
I want to please you. This
time, Sevens kiss was full and accompanied by warm hands on Kathryns hips
trying to guide her over and onto her back, but the older woman refused the invitation,
hanging onto the grainy wall and capturing Sevens mouth in a kiss which urged her
gently and powerfully backwards. She allowed
the rhythm of the kiss to take its own course, open mouthed, slow and deep. Let Seven fill her with her tongue, sucking it in. Her knees were parting wider to straddle
Seven further, applying sensuous pressure with her body, her tongue now seducing and
demanding control. Kathryn moved luxuriously
against her, groaning in pleasure, lost in softness and curves, in the total experience of
shape and sweetness that was Seven of Nine.
back slightly, nipping gently at Sevens lips and cupping the blonde neck with a cool
hand. So what are you feeling now,
Seven? Fingertips played on the back of
the Borgs neck while the tip of her tongue touched Sevens delicately. She swirled around it, moving closer, harder, in a
fleeting kiss before reluctantly letting the young woman reply.
response was breathless. Golden ratio
harmonics. At Kathryns puzzled
expression she added. It is a mechanism
of euphoria. Even as Kathryn was thinking - Oh that is so sweet
they were kissing again. Urgently.
her breasts and squeezed them - instigating an immediate state of near hyperventilation in
Kathryn - and her lips kept escaping to implement a pattern of unbearable kisses on her
neck. She was melting and sinking into the
Borgs arms, into her capable thrilling hands. Moaning,
she felt her shirt being pulled out of her slacks, fingers gliding over her skin and full
lips on hers slowly dissolving all resistance with rhythmic pressure as Seven began
lowering her to the cushion. Began to cover
her with her body.
she husked. She was nearly all the way down. Seven paused to look at her, though her fingers
carried on slowly unzipping her pants. I
just wanted to say that the minute those equations stop adding up, I want you to stop too,
flashed a smile down at her and slid both hands inside Kathryns slacks and
underwear, gliding them over bare skin to remove the garments gracefully. To cover Kathryn with shivers.
Agreed. A kiss to wet her lips. Sevens hand moving insistently down her
body. Her breath and voice and mind
travelling with it and ecstasy threatening to engulf her.
brushing hers gently, fingers tantalising the naked flesh of her buttocks, a hand
unfastening her blouse and Kathryn Janeway suddenly remembered her quest - her longed for
assignment. She caught Sevens hand in
hers, asserting herself back up onto her knees.
know, you are wearing far too many clothes. Here. Removing Sevens coat deftly, she let
it fall onto the cushion beneath the young woman whose hands were once again teasing her
exposed skin. She caught them.
Right now we are focusing on you, my beautiful friend.
How about unbuttoning this blouse of yours?
Seven waited, watching the tender expression on Kathryns face as her fingers
moved expertly down the silk shirt.
garment unbuttoned, though only partially open, Kathryn felt her hands fall allowing
herself the time to enjoy the sweetness flooding through her. Letting Seven see it in her face.
you any idea how long I have wanted to do this? To
see you like this? Seven shook her head
minimally, needing the shirt to be off her, craving full and immediate contact. There was fire in her eyes. She made to undress herself, but found gentle
hands stopping her again.
that, Kathryns hands slipped inside the silk blouse, across hot skin around
Sevens belly, long fingertips spreading wide upon her back to slide upwards and
delicately unfasten her bra. A low voice next
to her ear, Like this. It was followed by a kiss as her hands loosened the
tight satin fabric, travelling underneath it towards her breasts which she skimmed over,
passing on to work the straps down Sevens arms, freeing them underneath her shirt
and pulling the garment away from her. Seven
was gasping and panicking from the eroticism.
would be more efficient if you removed the blouse first, Admiral.
grinned at her, stroking the full breasts through the silk of her shirt, her fingertips
playing over the nipples. You have no
idea, Seven of Nine. Licking her middle
finger she applied saliva to the fine material soaking it, so that it fitted Sevens
erect nipple tightly. She ran her fingernail
around the wrapped peak.
it? She didnt expect a reply -
Sevens breath had caught on the movement of her hand.
the peak between finger and thumb, kissing the exposed skin at Sevens throat,
letting the young woman hold her, but never ceasing her relentless attention to the
nipple. Searching out Sevens lips she repeated the pulse of her fingers in a
measured rhythmic kiss. Seven
moaned into her mouth and the kiss and the caress deepened together.
pushed her back up against the bolster cushion freeing Seven from her pants and underwear
as she did so. Now Seven was before her,
naked in all her glory, but for the flimsy shirt falling open.
God. Heat flooded throughout the older
woman, leaving her faint.
think I just had a religious experience.
gasped, Then we are in the perfect environment.
laughed. Oh yes, we are.
reverently towards the young woman, encouraging her to lie down fully beneath her. Kneeling above her, Kathryn parted the blue shirt
further to expose her creamy breasts to the cool air.
are like a dream, you are so beautiful.
hands impatiently stripped Kathryn of her shirt and bra and pulled her down into hot wet
naked connections, writhing underneath her, pressing her breasts up to thrill the older
woman with their sumptuous touch. My
dream. She was sliding, licking and
kissing. Burning with love - and totally
losing herself again. And I thought I knew
how to fly, but all I want to do is crash into the sun and burn up. Slow down, Flygirl:
you are on a mission.
the hands and pushed them gently up, away from her body, away from Sevens. Her fingertips caressed the palm of the
Borgs left hand, encouraging it to stay against the cushion with delicate persuasive
power. She smiled down at Seven and rose back
up onto her knees.
faintly watching with a nervous indrawn breath as the older woman retrieved her black lace
veil from further down the seat and trailed it up her body in one long slow electric
movement. Over an implant on her thigh, across her stomach, between her breasts and then
sideways to snag briefly on a nipple in a tingling purposeful trail towards her wrist. Im not going to hurt you, I
couldnt, Seven, but I am going to ensure that you experience my love and all
the pleasure I have to give to you. Fully. As she spoke, she wrapped the veil around
Sevens wrist and laced it through the metal ring above the cushion.
you allow me to touch you, later? Sevens
ardent tone made her smile.
can do anything you like with me, later, I promise.
It was almost a growl.
moaned, wanting this privilege urgently, fighting the impulse to take control, to
take the admiral with her strength and her skill and find her own release along the way,
but Janeway was commanding her attention.
wheres your scarf, Seven? Her
voice was gentle, teasing. She had her
fingers on Sevens right wrist moving in tiny distracting circles, watching the young
womans nipples rising in straining peaks as her right hand ran the length of the
Borgs naked thigh and stroked upwards.
wrist doesnt move, ok? Two
fingers trapped it under sensual pressure. Seven
nodded and Kathryn leaned forward running her wet tongue along the Borgs lower lip -
leaving just a fraction of a kiss before she lifted herself up to run her palm down the
other arching thigh. It was smooth, warm and
firm and her fingers were trailing along and around it to locate the scarf in the coat
pocket under Sevens leg. She
watched Sevens breasts heaving as she pulled the white silk up between her thighs
and through blonde curls, over and away from her sex which lifted off the cushion in need.
I am a feather on the breath of God. I,
the supplicant bound to your pleasure. She
followed the scarf with her lips, but dragged the cloth tightly across Sevens left
nipple, replacing it with her tongue, with kisses, only to swiftly move up and secure the
other wrist, leaving Seven exposed and panting.
youre mine. Her voice was low. Rough. Her
lips connecting behind Sevens ear as she balanced either side of the young woman.
anyway, Admiral. Seven corrected her,
still defiant even in her distraction.
massaged the beautiful throat with deep kisses, chuckling in a low growl before moving
back below Sevens ear, which she tortured with her tongue. Her heated breath assaulted Sevens ear.
noooo. That wont do,
Seven. She nibbled the lobe with the
gentlest of teeth. The young woman was
struggling beneath her, gasping, trying to accelerate the amount of contact between them. She kissed her throat subtly, leaving just the
tiniest of bites and rose up again to gaze down at her captive.
She curled a finger round Sevens ankle, parting her legs further as she did so and
licked a trail of kisses down inside the blonde thigh towards the scent and the wetness
that made her feel feral.
Seven. Her lips worked the softest part of the inner thigh moving fractionally
inwards to lick at the juncture between thigh and sex, but Seven was too busy gasping for
breath. Her tongue flicked just once across
me Kathryn. She avoided the curls deliberately and instead kissed the soft belly
- Oh - Both hands had slid up to claim Sevens round full breasts, squeezing
with building pressure which brought Seven lifting off the cushion again, pushing
straining flesh into her keen hands. The
scent of musk and wiry curls were below her, tantalising her, drawing her downwards. Her mouth was watering. She began a hot caress with her lower lip
still holding the breasts and teasing the nipples between her fingers in irregular
slipped between the satiny lips and descended towards the young womans vulva, but
paused inside the first ridge of opening. Kathryn
ran her thumbs over first one nipple and then the other, pinching them lightly, repeating
the motion, eyes lifted to watch the rapture in Sevens face adoringly. Her tongue remained still.
Mmmm. She started pulsating into the hot velvet channel,
dipping deeper, drawing back, sliding in again before withdrawing to sweep up and swirl
around Sevens swollen nub, returning to enter her again. Sevens deep moaning and flushed face enthralled her. She
drew the clitoris into her mouth and sucked. Oh yes, moan for me,
Seven. Moan more. Her hands were squeezing harder while her tongue
took on a faster rhythm in perfect counterpoint to their grinding. Slow and powerful hands versus feathery quick
strokes, building an irresistible force to overwhelm Seven.
Fast flicker. Squeeze. Seven was heaving off the cushion, vocalising her
passion wordlessly into the room with fast little cries, thrashing against her restraints,
juddering in a series of rhythmic jolts. Climaxing
quickly. Kathryn stilled her tongue, released
her hands and kissed slowly up the Borgs beautiful body. Seven was gasping, outraged, trying to move to
touch her, and achieve a longer, deeper release.
We begin again. That was just the opening
chorale, my love. Kathryn slid upwards,
her hands stroking warmly, her hips pressing into wetness, her kiss long, but just short
of fulfilling Sevens need. Seven was
close to tears, needing more, needing to give more and to lose herself in the giving.
are an inefficient sexual partner! Commander
Chakotay never took this long!
Borg pillow talk. Kathryn laughed, a deep
throaty laugh. I bet he didnt.
you enjoying it, Seven? Because I
sure as hell am. You see, in my
mind, an efficient sexual partner is not the same thing as a good lover.
She returned, still laughing, to lick
unhurriedly around the blondes right breast, moving her thigh in between
Sevens legs and rubbing methodically, aware of her own sweet arousal in each slow
thrust. Her deep moan releasing tingles to
run over both of them. She felt a
corresponding thigh rise up and position itself perfectly to taunt her own wet need while
Seven struggled to focus on her reply. The
determined effort it took the young woman to speak gave Kathryn Janeway the deepest
. experiencing - oh - pleasure
if this carries on-
electrical overload she was lost in fast high
breathing for a moment, in my neuro-transceivers! Her loud moan echoed around
the little room. Kathryn continued to push
into her in a circular motion. Sweet
thrust. Cool air. Satiate my thirst.
Sweet thrust. Her voice was
you will - I can guarantee you that, Seven of Nine. That
is exactly what is going to happen and more and you cant do a thing
about it. Not one thing. Not until I let you. Not until I release you. And I might take all night. She sighed happily.
- her frustration demanding immediate action. Do
you not know that you possess me already, Kathryn?
paused, raising herself to look down at the impassioned young woman and answered softly. No I didnt, but God I do now. I want you so much.
finish this. It is urgent! I demand you do
up to confront her, pulling on the scarves. Seeking
to fight. She was met with the full weight of
Kathryns body covering her, pressing into her with a kiss which this time held
nothing back. The Borg fought, bucking,
gasping, kissing - controlling the hand moving down her body to press deliciously between
her legs, with her longing. With her need. The hand gliding insistently into her wetness. The fingers inside her. Kathryns mouth consuming hers and her
hand pulling back only to drive her further and further on - up to a plain that really did
feel like flying. The sweetness was building everywhere
threatening the overload she so resisted and so longed for. She slipped the constraints of the scarves wildly,
bringing her hands to run down her partners body and claim her in a rampant embrace.
what it is to love. For love was all that
Kathryn could feel. She was losing herself in
the hot body beneath her, in the warm lips moving with her, in the urgent thrusting
movement of their hips, in the consuming fragrant wetness of Seven around her hand. Where Seven began and she ended no longer
mattered. She wanted to slow the rush of
sensations down, to catch them, but the momentum of being so totally at one with the woman
she loved was beyond her control now. It
possessed her. Seven possessed her, now
clamping down on her fingers. Heat turning to
water between them. Her own orgasm was
building from the constant friction of Sevens thigh between her legs, from
Sevens mouth at her throat and she was riding Seven and bliss to their ultimate
shuddering, convulsing destination, voices meeting in the space above them, their bodies
and spirits merging for one lingering moment in ecstasy.
aware of arms around her, soothing. Of spent
muscles relaxing into a spent body. Of sweat
and breathing. Of tears vaporised by passion
and never shed, no longer needed. Sevens
fingers trailing down her spine, her breath deliciously ragged. Of kisses that claimed the moment and gave
it back to her. Taste. Touch. Love.
her head to look at her lover, her cheek now resting on a breast. There were tears - she knew there would be.
moved gently onto her side, turning Seven with her so that she could sit up and encourage
the young woman into her arms, to stroke her and to soothe.
She felt her sighing, leaning into her breasts, lips touching her chest gently. She wrapped her arms and legs around her.
Out in the
city, the lights of countless homes gleamed through the night to sparkle like stars up at
her. A tapestry of the cosmos: stars and
homes; travellers and ports. Seven shifted in
her arms curling her knees around her tighter, blue eyes studying her tenderly. She hitched a half smile and kissed her hair.
blinked dreamily. Kathryn.
you, you know.
her implant wickedly.
her eyes, pressing her cheek against Kathryns chest. I have no words for this. No point of reference.
do. She stroked her cheek. You have me. Ill be your touchstone, your
lantern in the dark. Lips touched her
we get out of here now, Seven of Nine?
hand was running along the inside of her thigh. Raised
lips touched her throat and began to suck gently, she was being propelled back against the
cushion and Seven was moving gracefully into her space, rising up to gaze down at her. She watched the beautiful mouth curl into a smile
and start descending towards her.