DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Trek Voyager. Not Seven, Not Janeway, none of it. I know, it makes me sad too. ;)
NOTE: This fic contains BDSM, some masochism, submission, etc. If that's not your cup of tea, you'll wanna read something else.
Basically, I got to wondering who would be more dominating in a relationship. My friend says Janeway. I wasn't so sure I agreed. So I decided to challenge myself to write one from both perspectives. Surprisingly this one came out first so here it is
Chapter 1
Seven heard an 'oomph' of air expel from the captain's lungs as she shoved her with her Borg hand and she hit the floor of the Holodeck hard. They were playing Velocity and the game had been intense. Seven had been so focused on winning – she was closer than ever before- but she hadn't thought to control the strength of her Borg hand when she pushed Kathryn out of the way.
"Captain!" she exclaimed as Kathryn hit the deck. "Computer, freeze program."
Kathryn groaned but didn't get up right away.
"I am sorry, Captain," Seven said, kneeling next to her. "Did I damage you?"
"I'm fine," Kathryn said, without looking at her but Seven could already see a dark bruise in the shape of a hand already forming on her arm. My hand, Seven realized, eyes widening.
"You are damaged, Captain," she said and reached for her combadge. "Seven of Nine to-"
"Stop," Kathryn said, grabbing her hand. She met Seven's gaze and Seven could see the captain's pupils were dilated. With her Borg-enhanced hearing she could hear the captain's heart pounding rapidly.
"Are you frightened of me, Captain?" Seven asked softly. The thought that Kathryn might be scared of her cut Seven to her core.
"No, Seven-"
"You are . Your pupils are dilated, your heart rate has increased, these are symptoms of fear. You are afraid of me because I am Borg," she said, unable to keep the hurt from her voice. She had thought Captain Janeway was her friend, that she trusted her. She understood Seven in a way no one did. She had believed in her even when she hadn't believed in her self.
But I did that to her , Seven thought miserably, looking at the bruise. Maybe I deserve to be feared. I am Borg.
To her surprise, she felt tears welling in her eyes. She started to stand.
"Seven, no!" Kathryn protested vehemently, grabbing her Borg hand and pulling her back down. "I am not scared of you, Seven of Nine, I...I certainly don't care you're Borg."
Kathryn had not let go of her hand but was tracing the metal mesh with her thumb. Seven could feel Kathryn's pulse through the implant, feel the temperature of her skin that seemed to make her whole arm warm. The implant transmitted information to Seven's cortical node.
"Your heart rate is 132, your temperature is elevated by 4%, and you are perspiring. These are symptoms of fear-"
"They aren't symptoms of just fear," she said softly, then dropped Seven's hand suddenly and getting to her feet.
"I do not understand," Seven said, getting up.
"Just let it go, Seven. I'm fine, I have to go," the captain said and quickly left the holodeck, leaving a very confused Borg in her wake.
