Chapter 1 -

Seven of nine lay prone as Janeway toyed absently with one of her swollen puckered nipples like it was a worry stone. She had, on previous occasions, become distracted during lovemaking due to the heavy pressures that weighed on her shoulders as she calculated ways to get her crew out of rough patches in hostile space. But since they were in a relatively peaceful stretch of space, that excuse was not relevant and Seven was becoming impatient.

"Kathryn…" she murmured, her face flushed with heat and longing. "… you are… 'drifting' again."

"Oh!" Kathryn pushed a stray lock of her reddish brown hair aside and smiled into Seven's ample bosom. "Forgive me, Seven."

The Captain of Voyager then kissed the deep valley between those perfect breasts and buried her face, enjoying the warmth. Her hands cupped and caressed the peaks and let the nipples poke into her palms as she settled between the long toned legs.

Seven of Nine lost her fingers in Janeway's luscious hair, so silky in her hands. She arched her back to get full body contact and scratched lightly at the scalp. These were her favorite moments aside from studying astrometry and astrology, lying tangled with her mentor and lover. Voyager's holographic doctor had taught her many aspects about humanity and relationships, but Janeway taught Seven how to feel and how to enjoy her body. All the knowledge she gained with Janeway was practical.

The soft moan that escaped her now was in response to Janeway's fingers caressing her from within, using her own moisture to aid her in the mounting climax.

"Kathryn…" she whimpered, arching her hips towards the hand, seeking more penetration. Janeway latched onto her mouth, kissing her deeply as her fingers sought out her lover's hot core and it was all she could do to hang onto reality…

Later, as Seven collapsed back onto her pillow and caught her breath, Janeway smiled at her with flushed cheeks and tired muscles.

"Are you alright?" her husky voice was hoarse as she snuggled into the curve of the former borg's hip.

"Better than alright…" Seven let a smile ghost her lips. "…you have a way… with your hands."

"You do that to me, Seven." She turned towards her, buried her face in Seven's soft blond locks. "I've never been such an energetic lover with anyone else."

"Then I am privileged." Seven trembled as Kathryn's hand traced a pattern along her flat stomach. Their eyes met and Seven felt so connected to the captain in that instant that it rattled her, took her back to her days as a borg drone, on a borg ship. Kathryn was her new collective, and she much preferred that to the alternative. Still, it unnerved her at times, being this close. Needing her this much.

"What are you thinking?" Kathryn inquired lightly. She could always sense when Seven was elsewhere.

"I was…" Severn hesitated. "… thinking about us."

Kathryn arched one elegant eyebrow, a question mark to Seven's vague statement. "Good thoughts?"

Seven nodded. "Yes. Always good."

"I feel the same way."

"This is what frightens me." The blond blurted, angry with herself for letting her tongue be so free. "At times, it is too perfect."

Kathryn took her hand in hers and kissed the knuckles. "But isn't that what you were always striving for, my love? Absolute perfection?"

Seven pondered those words. Perfection seemed like a foreign concept just as being a borg felt like a life that belonged to someone else from another time. Seven could scarcely remember it let alone relate. Then again, she had tried very hard to block it out, put it away for good. Now, staring into Janeway's deep cobalt orbs, she felt lost to it.

"I don't know what perfection is."

Janeway's grin was slight. "I have a vague idea." Her small hand caressed Seven's down soft cheek, let the fingertips trace the delicate jaw line. In her mind, Seven was the absolute definition of the word perfection.

Later, as Janeway dressed and pressed a chaste kiss to Seven's mouth before heading off to the bridge, Seven stayed in her quarters, uninterested in going to her lab today – or any other duty shift. She knew, as part of the crew, she had an obligation to work, but she wasn't in the spirit today. There was something else tugging at her.

She sat up in bed but didn't get out of it. Instead, she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged herself, thinking. She didn't just want a fleeting, discrete romance with Captain Janeway; she wanted the full package: she wanted a family.

Her mind began to ponder. If Janeway was a man, she could copulate and eventually become pregnant with a child – but she wasn't even sure she was capable of such an act. She had never discussed it with the doctor. In his mind, she was still in the early stages of her dating rituals. In actuality, she had far progressed to later chapters in the manual.

After having dated Chakotay briefly, she had discovered through their exploration together that she had more intense feelings for the captain. He hadn't really been surprised when she had let him down in her gentle but somehow cold manner.

"It is not you, commander, but rather it is me." she had gotten the line from a holovid borrowed from Neelix's library.

When she had confessed to Janeway, it had been like pulling teeth to get the woman to even have a casual dinner with her. The resistance made it all that much more challenging – and desirable. Finally, however, after coaxing Janeway into a private dinner date in a locked holonovel, they had eventually gotten onto level ground.

"You're so beautiful, Seven. I don't like losing my footing like this, but… I have to touch you."

And Janeway had pressed the sexy Borg against a bulkhead and kissed her until she was breathless and practically unconscious with longing. The Borg had then undressed herself and wrapped her curvy naked body around Janeway's uniformed one. From there, it had been pure bliss.

Now, hours later, Janeway returned to her quarters to find Seven still holed up in bed, studying a manual which she put away as Janeway came into the room.

"Oh, is the time eighteen hundred hours?"

Janeway smirked. "Uh, no, my dear. I came to check on you since you did not report to your duty shift."

Seven turned a pale shade of pink. "My apologies, Captain. I was…busy…"

"Oh. Busy?" Janeway came to sit next to her on the bed and reached for the padd she tried to conceal beneath the blanket. "Reading, 'A Dummy's Guide to Procreation'?" Janeway's dark blue eyes scrunched in wonder. "Interesting."

"Please, don't mock me, Kathryn. It belonged to Neelix…" she paused, looked away embarrassed. "I was curious."

"There's nothing wrong with curiosity." Janeway's voice took on that gentle matronly tone. "Also, if you have any questions on the matter, I may be able to answer some of them."

Seven was blushing profusely now. "No. I… was hoping we could… spend some time…"

"I am on a short break now, but… I don't think I have much time, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking."

Seven reached up, let one long finger dance over each one of Janeway's pips. "I am thinking many things…"

She angled her head to deliver a soft sensual kiss to Janeway's mouth. Somehow, it was hotter when she was in her command uniform, looking so professional, so pressed, her hair combed neatly. Seven wanted to leave her in complete disarray. She let the sheet slip down to reveal her long golden body.

Kathryn sucked in a breath, taking in the sight of her lover's perfect form. "You're a very naughty girl, Seven. You know that?"

Seven let her full lips curve into a smirk as she reclined back and let her legs fall open to reveal the glistening pink beneath the pretty shaved lips of her pussy.

Janeway swallowed, feeling lightheaded. God, she was magnificent. She leaned over her astrometrics officer and kissed her mouth gently as her hand found its place on her right breast, kneading the soft globe and pinching the taut nipple. She bent her head to take the left nipple into her mouth, sucking the peak between her teeth as Seven began to move her hips, seeking contact. She wanted Janeway inside her; she needed it.

Soon, her prayers were answered as Janeway kissed and sucked her way down to the throbbing clit while fingering her hole with three fingers, loving the feel of her wet walls clenching and unclenching around her digits, in and out, so deeply Janeway was edging near to her cervix.

Seven was moaning, meeting each thrust as Janeway fucked her with hand and mouth. "Oh, Kathryn… yes, Kathryn… please… yes…Captain…"

And Kathryn did the thing she did with her tongue, flicking it repeatedly against the tip of her nubbin as Seven's hips raised off the bed, and she drenched Janeway's hand in her juices, crying out her name as she did.

When they finished, both women were out of breath and Seven caught Kathryn's mouth in a deep sloppy kiss, tasting herself on her lover's tongue. Janeway caressed Seven's silky damp body, letting her fingers get lost in her hair.

"It's spoiling me to be with you." Janeway whispered. "I can't stop touching you, making love to you. I adore you, my love."

Seven wrapped her arms around Janeway and held her so close. "Stay with me, Kathryn."

Janeway smiled, but gently disentangled herself. "You know I would if I could, but I've been here nearly an hour. I'm surprised Chakotay hasn't called to check up on me."

"He is fully capable of commanding Voyager."

"Yes, but that wouldn't be fair, sweetheart. Besides, I'll be back very soon and then we can have dinner and play a game together or do a holonovel. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

Janeway grinned, going into the bathroom to clean up. "Yes. Anything."

Seven nodded, glad for the distraction – and the time. In the next four hours, she could actually create a holo-program for the two of them, one she had been thinking of all afternoon…

. . . .

When Janeway got off her shift, she kind of regretted telling Seven she could come up with an activity because her body ached, and she was tired and all she wanted to do was have a glass of wine and fall asleep. So when she got to her quarters and found the note from Seven to report to Holodeck three, she had mixed feelings.

Outside of the holodeck, she hesitated before going inside. The neighborhood was oddly like any one on Earth, a suburban neighborhood of the mid to early 1900's, pure Americana.

The home was a modest Victorian with a white picket fence, and car in the drive - from the wrong era. The car was a century newer than the time they were in, but Janeway still thought Seven had done remarkably well, considering she had come up with this on her own.

Janeway, forgetting her exhaustion, came up the driveway, her curiosity piqued. She strolled up the walk and went in through the gate and up the front step. The door was opened, and she stepped inside the threshold, marveling in how immaculate the house looked, almost like a home from a women's magazine.

The hardwood floors had been waxed, and the brass staircase polished. The house smelled vaguely of pine, and Janeway thought she smelled the scent of baking apples.

"Hello, Kathryn." Seven appeared from the kitchen, wearing a lovely polyester dress with an apron tied around her waist, her golden hair curled and pulled back with a ribbon. She wore a bang, and Janeway stifled a smirk with her hand. "Do you like it?"

Now Janeway pulled a sober face. "Oh, it's wonderful. Have you been chatting with Tom Paris? Did he have a hand in this at all?"

Seven shrugged. "I used one of his holo-programs for a frame of reference, but I created it on my own. I used mental template."

"You did this all from memory?"

Seven nodded, like a proud child. "Yes. If you like it, it can be our special place."

"It's lovely."

Seven nodded. "Good." She came close enough to put her arms around Janeway's neck. "I just finished the apple pie."

Janeway grinned. "Can I taste it?"

"Later." Seven planted a light kiss on Janeway's mouth. "But right now I owe you for earlier."

Janeway wrapped her arms around Seven's narrow waist. "You don't have to repay me, Seven. I love giving you pleasure. It brings me pleasure."

"And now I shall bring you more pleasure."

Janeway smiled and let herself be led upstairs to what she assumed was the master bedroom. It was charming, with a four poster bed and lovely embroidered bedspread. Seven lay Janeway down and climbed atop her, kissing her mouth.

"I love you, Captain." Seven whispered as she caressed her breasts through her uniform.

"And I love it when you seduce me." Janeway tried to lift her head and kiss Seven, but she was evading her.

She brought her mouth down to kiss the edge of her collar where her pips glistened in "the sun" streaming in through the window. Her left hand reached down to the apex of Janeway's thighs where she felt heat coming through the dark fabric. Janeway moaned softly as Seven grinned.

"Do you like this?"

"You know I do." Janeway shut her eyes and turned her head to the side as Seven continued to rub her crotch through her uniform. "Undress me."

Seven bit at her breasts through the material. "Yes, Captain."

In mere moments, the two women were tangled naked together on the bedspread and Seven was lying between Janeway's thighs, licking and sucking each nipple in turn as Kathryn let herself be romanced.

"Oh, Seven… you feel so good."

Seven reached between them and began to rub the slippery clit with her fingers and reaching lower, let her fingers slide into the tight hole.

"Oh, God…Seven, more…please…"

"Yes, my love…" Seven licked the nipple nearest her as she began to fuck the Captain harder and faster, driving in and out with two fingers as her thumb flicked the clit and soon Janeway was moaning and arching her back, her climax claiming her body in spasming waves.

It was exquisite to see the Captain like this, her narrow body arched off the bed, twisted in artistic arcs, torso heaving with every open-mouthed gasp. Her shoulder-length, reddish bob was in total disarray, giving Janeway a wild appearance, beautifully wild. She didn't scream or cry out like Seven but rather, she moaned and whined. Seven let her free hand anchor the Captain at the waist as her other hand continued to work, wringing the last bit of orgasm from the captain.

An hour or so passed and Janeway and Seven lay together, side-by-side, Seven's hand draped over Janeway's waist.

"I think I may be dehydrated." Janeway chuckled to herself.

Seven turned to her, lips curled at the corners. "I can't imagine why."

Kathryn made a face. "I hope I'm not. The doctor would have a field day with this."

"Indeed he would." then her face turned serious. "Kathryn, I… wish we could stay here forever."

Janeway considered her. "I agree. Sometimes I forget we're not in the real world, on Earth, in a beautifully furnished home. Sometimes I forget we're surrounded and supported by photons." She smirked. "It's funny. I even crave your 'pie' even while I know it's not real."

"But we are real."

Janeway nodded, caressing Seven's golden hair. "Yes, love, we are. Very real, indeed."

Suddenly a voice came through the comm. link. "Bridge to the Captain."

She looked crestfallen, but her voice was professional. "Janeway here. What is it Chakotay?"

He paused. "I know you've already put in long hours today, but we're having some strange spatial anomalies off the port bow. I thought maybe you might want to have a look."

"I'll be right there. Janeway out." she turned and looked at Seven, apologetic. "I'm sorry."

"You've already done your shift…" Seven's voice trailed off. "…and yet he requests you to come to the bridge for another?"

Janeway smiled, a patient expression on her face. "I won't be long. I'm just going to have a look. You're welcome to come as well."

"I don't wish to leave. I prefer to stay here. I assumed you did as well…"

"I would prefer that, Seven…" Janeway had already started to pull on her clothes. "… but I have a duty to be 'in the know', so to speak."

"In the know?" Seven's brows were scrunched in confusion. "I don't understand this phrase."

"It just means that as the captain of this vessel, I should be attentive of everything going on inside and out. If a space particle lands on the hull, theoretically, I should be made aware of its existence."

Seven folded her arms. "That is an illogical assessment."

"Well, I exaggerate slightly…"

"I don't want you to go."

Janeway was fully dressed now, save for her jacket. She caressed Seven's cheek. "I won't be long, dear."

Seven was desperate as she whispered. "Resistance is futile?"

Janeway grinned. "So I've heard…"

And she dashed down the stairs and out of the house, exiting the holodeck as if it never existed.