DISCLAIMER: Same as always, I don't own Star Trek Voyager.
This is the sequel to Losing Control that started out as an idea for an epilogue I had never planned to write...certainly never planned it to turn out to be longer than the first one! lol
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"Please, Seven, please let me touch you."
This was the tenth time they had sex and the former drone found she never tired of hearing the captain beg. This was one thing she would not give into however.
"No," Seven said, going to sit on the couch. Kathryn was naked on the floor, still reeling from an intense orgasm. Seven still wore her biosuit.
"Why not?" Kathryn asked, groaning slightly as she got up. "You don't have to wear it all the time do you?"
"It is no longer medically necessary for me to wear it, no," Seven said, picking up the dermal regenerator from the table. "Turn around."
"Then why won't you let me see you, touch you?" Kathryn asked, turning around obediently. Seven didn't answer as she healed the light bruises and scratches she'd left on Kathryn's back. No dark purple bruises like she'd inflicted on accident. Nothing dangerous.
"Front," she said and Kathryn turned to let Seven heal the hickeys on her breasts and neck.
"You can't keep making me cum and not getting anything out of it," she said as Seven ran the dermal regenerator over her skin.
"I get plenty out of it, Kathryn. Do you wish me to leave one of these?" Seven inquired, touching her neck lightly.
"Yes please."
Seven knew Kathryn liked having a mark on her that was hidden by her command uniform. Something she could look at in the mirror in the bathroom or when she was alone in her Ready Room. She healed all of the hickeys except the one that would be positioned directly beneath the four pips of her captain's uniform.
"Why are you scared to have me touch you, Seven?" Kathryn asked.
"I am Borg. I am not afraid," she replied, running her finger lightly over the mark on her neck.
"Why can't I touch you then? Please?" Kathryn asked softly, looking up at the former drone with a look Seven found hard to say no to. She knew such a look was called puppy dog eyes. Seven had never seen a subunit of the canine species before but she found the look on Kathryn's face cute. Still, she could not give in.
"No, Kathryn. Do you wish to cuddle?" Seven asked and Kathryn nodded. The extended physical contact helped the endorphins in Kathryn's brain level out after a rough sexual encounter.
They went to Kathryn's bed and lay down together. They lay facing one another and Kathryn nuzzled into Seven's shoulder as the drone put her chin on top of her auburn head. But when Kathryn began to fondle her breasts through her biosuit, Seven pulled away with a sigh.
With her Borg hand she rolled Kathryn to her other side. She put an arm around the smaller woman and spooned her body against her back. Kathryn sighed and Seven kissed her bare shoulder gently.
"You will not touch me again," she said softly, kissing the back of her neck.
