TITLE: Star Trek: Voyager - At Last.
AUTHOR: D M Harper.
SUMMARY: The beginnings of a romantic relationship between Captain Kathryn Janeway and Seven of Nine; takes place approximately two years (2376) after Seven was freed from the Borg Collective. Alternative Universe!
PAIRING: Kathryn Janeway & Seven of Nine.
RATING: MA for realistic sexual activity.
DISCLAIMER: This story is the work of an imaginative mind and caters to the basic wish of many gay women who watched and enjoyed the adventures of the Star Ship Voyager, for the owners and writers to explore an intimate relationship between two of the female characters. If you look closely and you know you all did, there is a plethora of looks, remarks and actions to tease and tempt us all into believing that Janeway and Seven wanted to be more than just friends. I, along with other Fanfic writers, boldly go where no other writers go, and do so for fun and not for profit. There is no intent to infringe on the copyright of creators Gene Roddenberry, Rick Berman, Michael Piller & Jeri Taylor or Paramount Network Television.
BE WARNED: This entertainment does feature consensual sexual interaction between two females, so if you are underage or unable to view due to restrictions in your part of the world, be gone and take my sympathy with you. If you find such material offensive, you appear to have taken a wrong turn at the last nebula and entered this site by mistake. Lay in a new course and bugger off at warp speed!
A/N: If you take the time to read a chapter, please take the opportunity to review and keep the Muse happy.
Chapter 1
When thirty-nine year old Commanding Officer of the United Star Ship Voyager Captain Kathryn Janeway exited the turbo lift and stepped onto the Main Bridge, all officers present, bar one, were surprised by her appearance and demeanour.
The five foot five Captain was bouncing on the balls of her feet and cheerfully announced, "At ease and good morning people. Lovely day isn't it? Report Commander!"
Dark haired and strongly built forty-seven year old Commander Chakotay raised his left eyebrow and wrinkled the tribal tattoo on his forehead. He looked at his Captain and replied, "Morning Captain, we are running efficiently at Warp 6 and are on course for the Alpha Quadrant."
Captain Janeway smiled at her second in command and retorted, "Excellent, that's what I like to hear and thank you Chakotay. By the way, how is the beautiful Lieutenant Harris doing?" The well-toned and athletic Janeway took her place in the Captain's chair and settled back to watch the view screen.
Chakotay, a hulk of a man of Native American Heritage and the leggy blonde Amanda Harris from Security had been dating for the past month and their relationship was progressing nicely. He avoided making eye contact with his Captain and answered, "Very well, thank you Captain." Returning his eyes to the miniature status display on the armrest of his chair, Chakotay pretended to be scanning information. He had never seen Janeway this personal on the Bridge before and was at a loss as how to react. He was in two minds about calling for the Doctor and having Janeway examined for a possible unknown virus or illness. After several seconds, Chakotay finally decided on belaying a request for the Doctor to attend the Bridge - for the time being.
"Mr Kim, any words of wisdom to impart on this fine day?" asked Janeway jovially.
Ensign Harry Kim, twenty-seven with shiny black hair, lowered his eyes to his work station, acted as if he was busy then finally replied, "No Captain, nothing to report."
"Lieutenant Paris, what about you?"
The tall blond, thirty year old gave his Captain a surprised look then responded, "Clear space ahead Captain with nothing out of the ordinary."
"Excellent, maintain cruising speed of Warp 6. Oh, by the way Tom, how is that lovely wife of yours doing?"
Tom smiled to himself and answered, "Uhm, B'Elanna is just great thank you Captain." He was quietly surprised at Janeway's personal question, especially on the Bridge, where his Captain was never anything but all command and procedure bound. He had to stop himself from glancing back at her and asking if she was feeling okay.
Captain Janeway looked towards Ensign Kim and caught his eye, Harry swallowed hard and waited for the question he knew was about to be asked.
"Ensign Kim, how is the beautiful Miss Delaney?"
The young man smiled haphazardly and answered, "Megan is well and thank you for asking Captain." Harry and Megan had become very close during the past year. Once Harry had managed to get over his infatuation with Seven of Nine, former Borg Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01; he had asked Megan out on a dinner date and they had been happy together ever since.
Janeway waved her left hand in the air, "Good to hear Harry, good to hear. By the way, remind me to speak to you during the next couple of days about a promotion."
Harry was shocked by Janeway's announcement. Commander Chakotay had mentioned it to him in passing some time ago, but nothing official had been discussed. He was smitten with the suggestion and Megan would be thrilled. In turn, that would make Harry extremely happy - he was planning on asking Megan to marry him once a promoted came through.
Captain Janeway stood up from her chair and announced, "Commander Chakotay, you have the Bridge. I will be in my Ready Room if needed."
"Aye aye Captain."
Everyone on the Bridge stood to attention as the Captain made her way to the Ready Room. The crew watched in silence as she sauntered towards the door then held their collective breathes when she suddenly turned and said, "Seven!"
Seven of Nine looked at her Commander with a raised left eyebrow, "Captain?"
"Holodeck 2, 1610 hours for a game of velocity I believe?"
"Affirmative Captain," replied Seven with the hint of a smile.
Janeway beamed broadly then added, "Oh, and Seven."
"Yes Captain?" the former drone asked cautiously in her usual emotionless tone.
"Dinner in my quarters at 1800 hours if you are available?"
Seven dipped her head in acknowledgement, "That would be acceptable Captain."
Janeway waved her hand dismissively to the others as she entered the Ready Room.
The Bridge remained in stillness for several moments after the pneumatic door to the Ready Room had closed.
Commander Chakotay finally broke the silence, "Did everyone else just hear and see what I think I just experienced?"
Tom replied first, "Yes Commander, but I certainly don't believe it." He suppressed his need to chuckle and concentrated on his helm controls instead.
"Me either," countered a somewhat baffled Harry Kim.
Lieutenant Commander Tuvok, one hundred and twelve years of age, had been unsurprised by the Captain's behaviour and announced, "Do not be alarmed, Captain Janeway is, I believe, experiencing a change of view brought on by her impending milestone."
"Computer, please state the Earth date?" asked the Helmsmen.
The answer was swift from the automated voice, "The date on Earth is Wednesday May 19th 2376."
"It's the Captain's fortieth birthday tomorrow," explained a suddenly knowledgeable Tom Paris.
Chakotay looked at the Vulcan crew member, "Would you like to enlighten us further Mr Tuvok?"
"That would be illogical of me to do so Commander Chakotay and I believe a breach of confidence between the Captain and myself."
Chakotay took the hint and changed tactics, "In that case, Mr Paris it is up to you to do some digging and come up with the answer."
Tom finally chortled and replied, "Aye aye Sir."
Seven was ill at ease with the Commander and Lieutenant Paris' display of disrespect towards her Captain … her friend … her mentor … her. Seven stopped her thought process and said, "Commander, I have efficiently concluded my duties here on the bridge. May I be excused and return to Astrometrics?"
"You may Seven, dismissed." Chakotay answered before returning to command control.
"Thank you Commander," replied Seven sternly.
She was less than impressed by the lack of deference currently on show on the Bridge and wished to return to the serenity of her work station in Astrometrics. She also wanted to be as far away as possible from any questions the others may have regarding the Captain's openness in requesting her presence for dinner. Although, it was common knowledge throughout the ship that the Captain and her often dined together, the causal way in which it was mentioned in front of her fellow crew members on the Bridge, was not the norm.
-0-
Captain Janeway whistled a jaunty Irish tune as she read through the pile of personal access display devices that contained the weekly departmental reports. The PADDs were neatly piled atop her expansive desk. It was a task she routinely put aside until the last minute, but today she felt it was less a chore than usual.
Since obtaining communications with Starfleet Command a short time ago via the Midas Array, she ensured that all communiqué requirements were punctual and concise. To ensue this occurred, she had to give herself a swift kick up the bum to get onboard and be on time.
-0-
Once the excitement and conversation of Captain Janeway's unusual behaviour had ceased on the Bridge, Tuvok took a moment to mentally recall his late night talk with his close and trusted friend.
He had been about to retire to bed for the evening, when there was a request for entry at his door. "Computer, please identify the individual outside my quarters."
"Captain Janeway," came the soothing computer reply.
"Computer, disengage door security seal Tuvok 1-4-9-4 Lambda."
"Door lock and seal to Tuvok quarters has been disengaged," announced the computer.
A dishevelled and anxious Janeway stepped inside Tuvok's quarters and instantly apologised, "Sorry to bother you old friend, but I need your advice on an urgent matter."
Tuvok slightly raised his left eyebrow, "Captain, you are always most welcomed to my quarters and to my assistance."
Janeway sighed heavily, "Thank you Tuvok."
"Please Captain, have a seat, you look like you are ready to collapse," Tuvok said as he motioned to the sofa.
Janeway settled on the couch, "Thank you again dear friend. I have been pacing my quarters for the past three hours and getting nowhere fast."
"Is this matter you mentioned of a ship's nature or personal?" enquired Tuvok with his usual Vulcan aplomb.
Janeway placed her head in her hands, "Personal, very personal."
If Tuvok had the capability to show concern for his friend on his face he would have, "Captain, may I speak freely?"
"Of course Tuvok, I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Kathryn," Tuvok hesitated, it had taken him years to become comfortable using his Captain's first name, "Is your frustration a direct result of the conflict you are experiencing regard your relationship with Seven of Nine?"
Kathryn smirked then laughed, "Oh, Tuvok, you are good."
"That is logical; however, your current state of distress is not."
"On that point, I agree," replied a forlorn Kathryn.
"Kathryn, I have observed the change in the relationship you share with Seven these past two weeks. You appear to have grown distant towards her."
"That is when it all started old friend," retorted Kathryn. "And I have been purposely avoiding her."
"And just what did start?" asked Tuvok as he took a seat opposite his Captain.
"Where do I begin? Seven and I were involved in a game of velocity when she stumbled to avoid the disc I had put into play. I reached out to steady her fall and we both ended up crashing onto the tiles. To be more precise, I found myself on top of Seven and face to face."
"Go on Kathryn," urged Tuvok.
"Tuvok, I couldn't breathe. Our eyes held each other for the longest time and after having denied myself for so long about my real feelings for her, it suddenly hit me like a meteorite."
"You have true feelings for her?"
"Yes Tuvok. During the last two years, my feelings for Seven have evolved from pity, sorrow, sympathy and intrigue to fascination, admiration, adoration to love."
"And this causes you confusion and frustration because you are torn between your duties and responsibilities as Captain of a Starfleet vessel and the love you have for her as a woman?"
Tears began to freely fall from blue eyes. "Oh Tuvok, I have suppressed my feelings for her for so long it has become second nature to me, but damn it, I want to tell her how I feel and need to know if we have any chance of a future together."
"What is stopping you from discussing this with Seven?"
"Myself, I have analysed the reasons why I shouldn't tell her as her Captain and why I should tell her as her friend. Tuvok, I am scared of ruining the close bond we share if I tell her the truth. Of course, the fact that she is only twenty-six and I am thirty-nine has caused me no end of conflict."
Tuvok allowed his friend a moment to collect herself before responding, "Kathryn, you are one the most logical humans I known, use that judgment now. Doesn't Seven deserve the right to know how you feel about her?"
"Yes she does Tuvok, but what if she rejects my admission? It would shatter me."
"I think you can lay aside that fear," replied Tuvok in a matter-of-fact manner.
Kathryn looked at her trusted friend with eyes wide open and enquired, "Do you know something I don't? Has Seven spoken to you on this matter?"
"Kathryn, your answers lie with Seven and not with me. You asked for my advice and I suggest you communicate with her. Be honest and discuss these issues logically. Now stop exhausting yourself with unfounded fears and doubt and get some sleep."
Kathryn wiped the few remaining tears from her cheeks and stood up. "Thank you dear friend, you have been extremely helpful and given me an excellent idea."
Tuvok raised his eye brow and enquired, "Which is?"
"I am going to ask Seven out on a date and attempt to build a romantic relationship with her."
"That is a most logical conclusion."
Kathryn moved towards the door, "Well, I have taken up enough of your time and thank you again for listening to my ranting."
"Kathryn, I am always here for your counsel," Tuvok said proudly and honestly.
"Spoken with true Vulcan logic," joked Kathryn, feeling more at ease with her resolution.
"Thank you Kathryn."
If Kathryn didn't know better, she would have sworn she detected a slight smile appear in the corners of Tuvok's mouth.
-0-
Tall, blonde Seven of Nine took up position at her Astrometrics station and proceeded to work on her current assignment of charting the Delta Quadrant. She had difficulty in concentrating on her work panel and after reassessing the events on the Bridge, realised she was angry. She was irritated at the Commander and Lieutenant Paris for what she considered childish and unprofessional behaviour towards the Captain. There was something else about the situation that was making her feel something else, something she couldn't quite understand.
She was deep in thought when she heard the door whoosh open behind her. Turning, she found the brunette Chief of Engineering, Lieutenant Torres approaching her.
"Can I be of assistance to you Lieutenant?" she asked the olive skinned half Human half Klingon.
"Yes you can Seven," replied an upbeat B'Elanna.
"State your purpose Lieutenant?"
The attractive twenty-seven year old with dark brown eyes, looked at the blonde and asked, "Agree to have lunch with me in the Mess Hall."
"I have no objection Lieutenant, I am currently available."
B'Elanna smiled at Seven, "It's a date then."
Seven raised the Optical implant above her left eye and enquired, "Date? Lieutenant Commander Torres, do you wish to pursue a romantic encounter with me?"
B'Elanna laughed loudly and answered, "No, no Seven. It is just an expression. Phew, I keep forgetting you are still relatively new at this socialising game and sometimes need an explanation or two."
"It has been two years Lieutenant Torres, but I now understand your meaning," explained a deadpan Seven .
"Oh and on the subject of dating, what is the go with you and the Captain?"
Seven actually blushed slightly before replying, "I do not know what you are referring to Lieutenant Torres."
With a smirk on her face, B'Elanna retorted, "When we are in a private conversation please call me B'Elanna. After all this time I think we have progressed into friendship."
"As you wish B'Elanna," agreed Seven.
"Now tell me all about you and the Captain."
"B'Elanna, the Captain is my friend. We share a close bond. Since being severed from the Borg Collective, the Captain has been my mentor, my guide, my confidant … my." Seven suddenly felt uneasy discussing the matter any further.
"Continue Seven, you were saying," probed B'Elanna.
"The Captain is my everything," Seven finally blurted out because she didn't have the propensity to lie.
B'Elanna exclaimed excitedly, "I knew it."
"To what do you refer B'Elanna?"
"I knew that you had more than just feelings of friendship for the Captain."
Seven was flustered by the realisation, "I … I … do not wish to discuss my relationship with the Captain any further Lieutenant Torres. If you will please excuse me I have work to attend too."
B'Elanna guffawed then replied, "You won't get out of it that easily Seven. Lunch 1200 hours in the Mess Hall, see you then."
"Agreed," Seven replied reluctantly while trying to decipher the conversation with her friend.
-0-
Kathryn Janeway placed the last of the PADDs on her desk and relaxed in her chair. She was happy to be finally finished with the reports. Suddenly she felt peckish and checked the time. It was 1200 hours ship's time. Standing up from her desk, the brunette decided to make her way to the Mess Hall for a bite to eat.
Chakotay looked up as she exited the Ready Room, "Captain on the Bridge."
Kathryn waved her hand towards her second in command and replied, "No need for formality Chakotay, if you need me, I will be in the Mess Hall. Commander you have the Bridge."
"Yes Captain."
-0-
Kathryn smiled brightly as she entered the crowded room and greeted fellow crew members as she made her way towards the food counter.
A beaming Neelix approached her and exclaimed, "Captain, what a pleasant surprise. It is good to see you."
"Nice to see you too Mr Neelix. Now what have you got on the menu to tempt me with?"
"Captain, may I suggest a plate of my finest mushroom pasta."
"Sounds wonderful, sign me up for a plate my good man," replied Kathryn jovially.
Neelix chortled at the Captain's behaviour, "Right away Captain."
Taking her plate moments later, Kathryn scanned the dining area for a suitable place to sit. She spotted an empty chair and approached the diners. "Mind if I share my lunch with you two beautiful ladies?" she asked.
B'Elanna nearly choked on her food before saying, "No, no Captain, please join us." She was still coming to terms with the friendliness of the Captain's compliment when she looked across at Seven. She noted that her lunch companion was a bright shade of red and B'Elanna decided that lunch had just become very interesting.
Kathryn looked towards Seven and declared, "Seven, thank you for your comprehensive weekly report, it was fascinating reading."
"Thank you Captain."
"B'Elanna, thank you for your report also. It's good to know that at least two of the departments are consistently running at maximum efficiency."
B'Elanna was in grave danger of actually choking on her food for a second time. Two compliments from Janeway in a row were unheard of. After she stopped coughing, she replied, "Thank you Captain. Seven and I are fortunate to work with competent teams."
Kathryn looked at B'Elanna with some concern, "Are you all right B'Elanna, you seem to be coughing a lot?"
"Yes Captain, I am fine; my food just went down the wrong way is all."
"How is married life treating you?" enquired Kathryn.
Luckily for B'Elanna she had no food in her mouth at the time, "No complaints yet and I must say it has had a very positive affect on Tom. He is spending less time in the Holodeck as Captain Proton with Harry."
Kathryn smiled, "I am pleased to hear that." She turned her attention to Seven, who was pushing her food around her plate with her fork. "Not enjoying your lunch Seven?" she asked.
Seven looked up and responded, "It is … adequate. I am still adapting to taking solid nutrition rather than liquid supplements."
"I'm sure you will adjust to eating proper meals soon, mine is divine." She took a generous forkful and raised it towards Seven's mouth, "Here try some."
Seven raised her hand in protest, "No thank you Captain, I am in no need of further nourishment."
The captain was disappointed with Seven's reaction, "As you wish."
B'Elanna and Kathryn chatted throughout the rest of the lunch break and Seven sat in silence taking in the changes in her Captain. She closely observed the woman sitting opposite her as she ate, talked and laughed. "Oh how much more beautiful the Captain is when she laughs," thought Seven. She was totally mesmerised and it wasn't the first time. Earlier, after exhausting the ship's computer database on human relationships and copulation, Seven had been left in no doubt that she wanted more than a close friendship with her Captain and wanted to experience a full romantic relationship with the woman she adored.
Until a fortnight ago Seven was unsure if the Captain would ever reciprocate her feelings and was reluctant to express her longing for the woman she held close to her heart, but when the Captain had fallen onto her chest during their Velocity match, Seven had realised that the bond between them was much more than one of mere friendship. The former Borg had been expecting them to grow closer in the days following their connection, but was deeply saddened and confused when the Captain gradually retreated and the time they usually spent together came to a complete standstill.
Seven had tried to manipulate time alone with the Captain to discuss the matter, but all attempts were thwarted by Kathryn and that morning, she had been relieved to receive the Captain's invitation for a game of Velocity after the completion of their shift. The blonde had actually smiled when she read the message on her personal computer when she logged on after her regeneration cycle had completed. With the invite, Seven was hoping for an opportunity to talk matters over with the Captain and get their relationship back on track. She has missed their time together and especially missed the Captain's nightly visits to Cargo Bay two. Although, unable to respond to the Captain's appearance, Seven was aware of her presence every time she entered the bay. That was another matter Seven wished to discuss with the Captain. Her thoughts were interrupted when Kathryn stood and excused herself from the table.
-0-
Kathryn was surprised by Seven's silence during the meal and reminded herself to ask her about it during their dinner. She returned to the Bridge and noted Chakotay had been relieved for lunch by Lieutenant Paris. She gave him a curt nod as she passed by on her way to the Ready Room.
Once Chakotay returned to the Bridge, Kathryn tapped her Combadge, "Janeway to Paris."
"Paris here Captain."
"If you have a moment, my Ready Room please Lieutenant."
"On my way Captain."
"Take a seat Tom," Kathryn said as Tom entered the room seconds later.
He followed the direction and made himself comfortable, "Thank you Captain."
"Tom, I overheard a little rumour that you have started a betting ring."
Tom averted his eyes from his Captain, "Uhm that is true Captain."
Kathryn leaned forward across her desk, "Tom, you know Starfleet frowns upon such activities."
"Yes Captain." He lowered his eyes and avoided the steely glare of his superior.
"I have to say, I was a little more that disturbed to find out what you and your fellow crew members are betting on."
Tom finally looked at his superior with an expression akin to terror, "My apologies Captain."
"I don't mind a little healthy gambling on my ship, but I really must draw the line when it entails personal details of people's lives."
"Understood Captain and you have my word, it will cease immediately."
"Thank you Tom and just out of curiosity, who was all the money going on?"
"The Commander is an even bet."
Kathryn smirked, "Interesting that the majority of the crew would choose Chakotay as my likely date for tomorrow's festivities?"
"Yes Captain."
"And who did you put your money on Tom?"
"I was leaving it until the last minute, in case I got some inside information."
"Well, Tom I will give you a tip free of charge. If I hear about you betting on another crew member's personal life again, you will end up in the brig and that's a safe bet. Now dismissed – that's Starfleet for get out!"
Tom jumped to his feet, "Yes ma'am." He cringed when he remembered the Captain hated to be called ma'am, unless in a pinch.
Once the door slid shut, Kathryn allowed herself to finally release the laugh she had been suppressing the entire conversation. The look on Tom's face was priceless and she'd wished she had the Doctor's holocamera on hand to capture the moment.
-0-
The rest of the Alpha shift ended without incident and Kathryn quickly made her way to Holodeck two. Arriving before Seven, she went into the locker room and changed into a dark blue singlet and mid-thigh leggings. While waiting for Seven's entrance, Kathryn warmed up with some practice shots.
Five minutes on, Seven stepped through the door. "My apologies Captain, my relief was detained with a uniform malfunction and arrived late."
"No need to apologise Seven, it's only a few minutes."
The Nordic ancestry blonde nodded, "As you wish Captain."
Seven disappeared into the locker room and returned a short time later, similarly attired as Kathryn, but in black.
Kathryn was hit in the leg by the disc she had previously hit, as she lost her concentration gazing at her opponent. "I have never seen you wear that outfit before Seven," she said while rubbing the back of her calf muscle.
Seven looked down at herself and responded, "You do not approve Captain?"
Kathryn smiled radiantly, "Oh, I approve. You look wonderfully beautiful."
Seven actually smiled back at her, "Thank you Captain, I believe that is a compliment."
"It is Seven."
Kathryn couldn't concentrate on the game at all. It was the first time she had ever seen the stunning blonde smile so brightly and it enhanced her natural beauty. The Captain's eyes kept focusing on Seven. She had never seen the woman's body so exposed before and it only increased her desire for the spectacular five foot ten blonde. She was having erotic thoughts about Seven's ample breasts, when she was struck in the back of the head with the disc.
"Contact Janeway, point Seven of Nine. Seven of Nine wins game ten and the match seven games to three," announced the computer.
Kathryn reached behind her head and withdrew a blood soaked hand.
Seven reached for her immediately and stated, "Captain, you are damaged."
"It's okay Seven, it's nothing serious."
"I must get you to Sick Bay without delay."
Before Kathryn knew what was happening, Seven had picked her up and was carrying her out of the Holodeck.
"Seven, I am capable of walking."
"Captain, we cannot take any risks."
"Please Seven," pleaded Kathryn.
"Captain, you are being illogical," snapped Seven rather sternly.
"Yes Seven."
The Captain stopped resisting, besides she was beginning to enjoy being in Seven's amazingly strong arms.
As the couple entered the turbo lift Seven asked for deck five.
Kathryn nuzzled into the former Borg drone's neck and sighed.
"Captain, are you malfunctioning? You seem to have gone weak in my arms."
"Oh Seven, I am just fine, carry on."
As the duo entered Sick Bay, the women were greeted by the Emergency Medical Hologram, "Please state the nature of your medical emergency."
"Doctor, the Captain's head has been damaged and requires your assistance," announced Seven.
The Doctor looked at the Captain and enquired, "Captain, did you lose consciousness?"
"No Doctor."
The EMH rolled his eyes, "Then why pray tell, is Seven carrying you?"
"It was the most efficient way of getting the Captain here without delay and as you are aware, a site to site transportation would have been an inefficient use of the ship's resources," answered Seven matter-of-factly.
"I see. Seven, please place the Captain on the bed."
Janeway cringed while being gently lowered to the bio-bed.
After a scan with the medical tri-corder, the Doctor voiced his findings, "Captain, you have sustained a deep laceration to your scalp. A quick run over the wound with the dermal cellular regenerator and you will be as good as new."
"Thank you Doctor," responded Kathryn.
As the Doctor began to regenerate the wound, Kathryn was surprised when Seven placed a hand on her shoulder and caressed gently.
"There you go Captain, but I suggest you put your feet up for the rest of the night. You may experience a headache."
"Yes you may suggest that Doctor," replied Kathryn.
"And as usual, you will completely disregard my medical advice with your usual aplomb."
"You know me too well Doctor."
"So it would seem Captain."
Kathryn eased off the bio-bed and Seven retracted her hand. Kathryn was sorry to see the contact come to an end as she had found it downright comforting.
-0-
Captain Janeway and Seven exited Sick Bay and approached the nearest turbo lift. Seven stood back and allowed Kathryn to enter first.
"I am assuming dinner is no longer an option for this evening Captain," asked Seven as she stepped into the lift.
"Then you would be mistaken."
"Oh," was all the Astrometrics Officer could manage to say.
"I am feeling fine and I expect to see you at 1800 hours as planned."
"Understood Captain," replied Seven with a hint of a smile on her face.
Kathryn made her way back to her quarters and Seven returned to Cargo Bay two. She entered the small room that had been converted into living quarters by maintenance at the insistence of Captain Janeway, and undressed.
After using the sonic shower, she stood in front of her closet and pondered over what outfit would be considered suitable for dinner with the Captain. Seven wanted to please her Captain and opted for an outfit that was becoming attire for a first date rather than a meal shared between two friends.
Discarding her bloodied outfit, Kathryn tossed it into the recycler. She approached the bathtub and turned on the water. As the water level slowly rose, she went into the kitchen area and retrieved a bottle of wine that Neelix had procured during the ship's last contact with an M class planet. Pouring herself a generous amount, she returned to the bathroom and eased her tired body into the hot water.
Setting down the glass of wine, she reached for a bottle of bubble bath and poured some into the steaming water. She reclined and took up her drink. As she sipped the deep red liquid, her thoughts were drawn to Seven. Kathryn recalled the warmth she had felt earlier in Sick Bay when the younger woman had placed a hand on her shoulder.
At the time, Kathryn had felt the comfort of the heat that flowed from Seven's fingers. She smiled as she recollected the look of concern on Seven's face and thought how far the young woman had come in her journey back to humanity.
-0-
Seven nervously pressed the chime button outside the Captain's quarters and waited for admittance.
Kathryn put down the knife on the chopping board and sauntered to the door. Taking off the apron from around her waist, she readjusted the dark blue satin dress she had finally chosen to wear.
As the door swished open, Kathryn's breath caught in her throat and she was lost for words. Seven was dressed in a dark purple sleeveless mid-thigh length dress and her blonde hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. Kathryn's eyes moved up and down the tall frame and she was in total awe of the beauty before her.
Seven raised her ocular implant and smiled, "Captain, are you functioning within acceptable parameters?"
"Uhm … huh … yes Seven. Please come in and may I say you look absolutely breathtakingly beautiful this evening."
"Thank you Captain and you are very pleasing to look at also."
Kathryn blushed as the comment sent a shiver of pleasure through her entire body, "Thank you Seven."
Seven followed Kathryn into the living area and Kathryn motioned for her to take a seat on the sofa. Kathryn was expecting Seven to reply with her usual response to remain standing and was pleasantly surprised when her guest sat down. Kathryn couldn't help but notice the long muscular legs that Seven crossed at the knees as she settled herself on the sofa.
"Captain, you are staring. Is there something not pleasing to you?"
Kathryn smiled and replied, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
"I do not find your actions to be rude Captain, merely interesting."
"Oh, by the way Seven, when we are alone in my quarters I would prefer it if you called me Kathryn."
"As you wish Cap … Kathryn."
Kathryn shuddered as her name was spoken by Seven, her voice had dropped in tone and was extremely inviting. "Would you like a drink?" asked Kathryn huskily.
Seven noticed the glass of wine on the kitchen counter and replied, "I will have what you are drinking Kathryn."
Kathryn moved to the kitchen area and poured another glass. She walked over to Seven and handed her the drink. She nearly dropped it when Seven reached out and ran her fingers along hers.
"Thank you Kathryn."
"You are welcome and please excuse me while I make the finishing touches to our dinner."
Seven watched Kathryn as she busied herself in the kitchen, "I see you prefer the old fashioned method of cooking."
"Well I am following one of my mother's recipes and hoping I can do it justice."
"I am sure it will be efficient."
"I hope so, I am not known for my cooking skills at the best of times," joked Kathryn.
"Indeed that is common knowledge."
Once Kathryn had finished preparing dinner she placed it into the oven. She took up her glass and joined Seven on the sofa.
"Thank you for getting me to Sick Bay this afternoon."
"It was my duty Kathryn and I believed it to be the most efficient method of having you receive adequate medical assistance from the Doctor."
Kathryn smiled and looked directly at Seven, "You know, I really like your hair down like this and your more relaxed vocabulary."
"You find it pleasing Kathryn?" enquired Seven with a hint of flirtation.
Kathryn grinned madly, "Yes, very much so."
Seven smiled in return, "And I like this dress you are wearing. It brings out the blue in your eyes."
"Thank you."
Seven took a sip of wine, "I was disturbed to overhear a conversation between Ensign Kim and Lieutenant Paris discussing a wager that involves you."
Kathryn laughed briefly, "I have spoken to Tom and the betting has been quashed. Apparently, the crew have been making bets on who would be my date tomorrow night at my birthday celebration."
Seven raised her left eyebrow, "This is not acceptable."
"What makes you say that Seven?"
"You are the Captain and the crew should respect you."
"Seven, it's just same harmless fun, it doesn't disrespect me."
"So you are not offended by this behaviour?"
"No, besides those involved have no idea about my possible date."
"I assume Commander Chakotay will escort you as he has done on previous years?"
"No, he is currently dating Lieutenant Harris."
"I am remiss in forgetting that fact."
"You seem a little flustered, are you okay?"
"I am functioning at optimum levels, thank you Kathryn."
The timer on the oven buzzed.
"Excuse me, our dinner is ready."
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Kathryn smiled as she watched Seven take a generous amount from the oven dish then followed suit.
After eating a forkful, Seven remarked, "Kathryn, you have been most proficient with your cooking."
"You approve?"
"That is correct."
Kathryn moved her hand and covered Seven's left hand, "I am glad you are enjoying the meal."
Seven looked down at Kathryn's hand, "Am I accurate in assuming this is a date?"
Kathryn removed her hand, "What do you know of dating Seven?"
"I have done extensive research on the human past time of dating and have found it to be of considerable assistance in my efforts to regain my humanity. I have learnt invaluable information during my lessons with the Doctor on social behaviour."
"I see and do you believe that we are engaged in behaviour that could be considered a date?"
"I believe that you have feelings for me that go beyond that of a friend. Over the past two years I have been aware of your raising heartbeat and sexual arousal when we have been in close proximity to one another."
Kathryn's right brow quirked, "I see and how does that make you feel?"
"I too have experienced increased heart rate and arousal."
"What do you think that means?"
"It means that I am psychically attracted to you and as such, wish to engage in a romantic relationship with you. I believe you also wish for this to occur."
"Seven, do you realise the problems we face if we did take our relationship to another level?"
"Yes Kathryn, I am aware. I believe you have struggled with the fact that you are the Captain and are concerned regards having a relationship with a crew member. Also, you are hesitant because of our age difference."
"You haven't missed a thing and you are right."
"As such, I think you have come to a decision, hence our date tonight."
"I have. I would very much like to continue to date you and take our relationship to a romantic stage."
"That would please me greatly."
"And I would be pleased also."
After the pair finished eating dinner, they returned to the sofa.
Kathryn settled next to Seven and smiled when the ex-Borg moved her thigh closer to hers. The contact was electrifying and Kathryn immersed herself in the sensation.
The two women engaged in conversation regards the advancements Seven had made with her work in Astrometrics.
An hour later, Kathryn yawned.
"Kathryn, you require sleep and I must regenerate."
"You are correct, although I do not wish for our evening to come to an end quite so soon."
"I too am reluctant to say goodnight, but you must rest."
"I know."
Seven stood and Kathryn followed.
They made their way slowly to the door and Seven turned to face Kathryn, "Thank you for dinner and a most agreeable evening. I look forward to our next date."
Kathryn beamed brightly, "I thank you for a most enjoyable time."
"I believe it is considered acceptable for a first date to end with a kiss."
Kathryn eagerly replied, "That is true Seven."
Seven moved closer to Kathryn and placed her hands around Kathryn's waist.
Kathryn looked into Seven's shining blue eyes and smiled.
Lowering her mouth to Kathryn's lips Seven softly kissed the older woman. No sooner had the kiss started then it stopped and Seven pulled away, "Goodnight Kathryn."
"Goodnight Annika," responded Kathryn while raising her fingertips to her lips. "I will see you in the morning."
Seven smiled all the way back to Cargo Bay two. She had enjoyed hearing Kathryn saying her human designation and wished to hear it again. Changing into a blue bio-suit, she stepped into her regenerator alcove and during the cycle, dreamt of her captain.
Captain Janeway snuggled into bed, pleased with the way her date had gone with her Astrometrics Officer. She was left in no doubt that she had made the correct decision in following her heart and not her head when it came to pursuing a romantic relationship with Seven.
Kathryn tossed and turned for several minutes before grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to her body. Sleep finally arrived a short time later, as did a most erotic dream involving Seven.
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