Snippets of Seven part 1- Someone to watch over me
29th April 2010
What if in the episode "Someone to watch over me" Seven of Nine had a different type of run in with the drunken ambassador?
'This' means someone is thinking.
Italics alone means the name of someone or something, i.e. Danta, plasma relay.
Horizontal ruler (a long line across the page) means a timeskip, may be a few minutes, may be a few hours...
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek: Voyager, Seven of Nine, or any of the characters that have appeared in any of the Star Trek franchise. This is non-profit- i am making no money from this.
Seven of Nine, a beautiful, statuesque blonde woman known amongst her colleagues as an heartless, humourless, sexless, efficiency obsessed, ice-queen (by those that liked her), strode confidently into her cargo bay. Her intentions were to look over some PADDs of literature the Doctor had given her on the topic of romance, especially needed since Captain Janeway had put an end to her 'research' on Lieutenants Torres and Paris.
But she wasn't alone.
A clearly intoxicated man stumbled out from behind a stack of containers.
"W-Why hello there..."
Seven recognised the staggering intruder. 'Tomin, the ambassador assigned by the Kadi.'
The supposedly puritanical ambassador staggered towards her.
"I've been... st-studying human... mating rituals..." He continued, then paused as though he forgot what he was going to say.
Just as Seven was about to call Neelix (or the doctor since she knew synthehol shouldn't cause this) Tomin made his move; he closed the distance between them amazingly quickly and roughly claimed her mouth. He shoved his tongue straight into Seven's mouth and down her throat. So caught off guard by this, the blonde did nothing for several moments except allow the ambassador to crudely explore her with his tongue.
She came to her senses and angrily shoved him off her. In disgust she then proceeded to put the intoxicated male in an extremely uncomfortable joint lock.
Seven paused as she tried to think of a way to explain crippling an ambassador without getting in trouble with the Captain again or starting an incident with the Kadi.
Before she could devise a solution, a strange, warm feeling came over her. Suddenly she was confused, slightly dizzy and felt inexplicably happy. She remembered what Tomin said to her.
"You- you said, you were-" She paused looking down at her captive. "Studying human mating rituals?" It sounded wrong even as she said it but it was getting harder to care.
Tomin nodded frantically from his position between her legs.
"Maybe, y-yes, yes! Maybe you can... we can study them together?" Seven uncharacteristically babbled.
"Ummmm? I would really, very like that! " The ambassador replied. "Should we- go to the messall? Or the holodek... some nice places there?"
"No." Seven replied, showing clear signs of intoxication from fluid transfer by Tomin. A very un-seven of nine- like smile appeared on the ex-Borgs beautiful face, "I know a place that is... more private."
The intoxicated Borg and the crocked Kadi ambassador travelled to the plasma relay room, a part of the ship currently uninhabited since Crewman Harren was... doing... something that Seven couldn't currently remember.
She sealed the door.
Tomin, ambassador of the Kadi came up behind her, harshly grabbed her ass, roughly squeezing and moulding it. Thoroughly intoxicated Seven pushed her well-formed chest against the cold metal door while pushing her ass out moving against and into his hands.
Amazed at the soft and supple globes the cyborg babe had, he released his right hand grip and slapped her butt hard eliciting a gasp and moan from the statuesque blonde. He did this again, with his left hand, then again harder than before with both hands. He continued his obsession with Seven's perfect rear end, alternating smacks- some right hand, some left, some left and right simultaneously.
The range of expressions on the normally icy woman's beautiful face were driving Tomin even crazier than when he first saw the stunning woman for the first time in the mess hall- when he thought that Danta, the now outlawed Goddess of carnality had risen from the Underworld where she was sent by the other Gods during the time of restraining.
Seven spun herself around, facing him with a blindingly bright smile on her face, so unlike her. She leapt at him hungrily wrapping her arms around him. He attacked her mouth. His hands once again found her round ass gripping it tightly, releasing, and grabbing again even harder.
She wrapped her powerful long legs around his waist, their tongues battling, shoving themselves down the others throat, Seven of Nine becoming more and more out of her mind with each second.
She pulled off his monk-like robe, exposing his surprisingly well- muscled body to her (due to the synthehol) hungry eyes. His chest was decorated by ornate tattoos.
Tomin followed her gaze knowing the origin of his markings; he had been pierced by needles hundreds of times then the wounds were filled with sanctified ink from a Wita; sacred animal raised in the protected holy forest of Fiba.
Suddenly Seven reached back and undid her hair. Her usually severely styled golden hair now reached her slender shoulders and perfectly framing her lovely face.
The drunken ambassador wanted to see more. He grabbed the collar of her form fitting bodysuit and pulled hard, ripping the skin tight garment down the middle and exposing her large, perfectly formed breasts and flat stomach. The cold air of the relay room hit her bare chest.
Seeing the look of intoxicated ecstasy on her beautiful face he knew he needed more, he carried her over to a table on the other side of the room. He dropped her on the empty table ass first quite roughly though Seven seemed to enjoy it, even giggling in an intoxicated manner as Tomin put his hands on her chest and pushed her onto her back.
He took hold of the rim of her pants and pulled them down, revealing her long toned legs to be every bit as breathtaking as the rest of her.
Seven gasped and writhed in pleasure as the Kadi ambassador massaged her legs squeezing with little finesse, slowly moving up to the space between her legs.
Following his hands was the ambassador's inhumanely long tongue, coating her sexy long legs with burning hot saliva.
After a seeming eternity, he reached the space between her legs and started work there.
Seven almost came after less than a minute of him touching and probing between her legs even with her thong like underwear in the way. He moved on before that happened though, licking and feeling his way up her stomach to her chest.
After playing with her absolutely magnificent chest; squeezing and pinching her mounds and nipples, pulling them carelessly until they bruised, he moved on again, all the while Seven gasped, groaned and whimpered at his touch.
He reached under her and took a hold of her ass and flipped the inebriated ex-Borg onto her front, her huge breasts flattened against the cold metal table.
His hands slid under her thong. In that moment Seven took a deep breathe; with a tug he pulled her underwear off leaving her bare except for her tattered top which didn't cover anything. He grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards till her legs hung off the table.
Voyager's resident ice queen now stood drunk and bent over a table ready to be fucked senseless. Seven took hold of the tables' edge just as her equally drunk partner took a tight grip of the blonde's curvy hips.
She took a deep breath trying to prepare herself.
She couldn't hold back against the rising tidal wave of sensations being generated by the alien male violently ploughing into her and screamed loudly.
"AAAAAmumph!"
Tomin's right hand shot out and covered her mouth.
"Shhh. We don' wan' anyone hearin' us, do we?" He slurred, almost incoherently.
If Seven was in the right state of mind she would have noted this was the first thing he had said to her since he ran into her in the cargo bay babbling about 'human mating rituals'. Instead Seven simply mumbled an unrecognisable response through the hand which then released her mouth.
He picked up the pace giving her a full stroke every second, the deafeningly loud smacking sound flesh colliding joined their breathing in the formerly silent room.
Seven struggled to hold her orgasm in, to prolong this wonderful experience as long as possible. She clenched her teeth and groaned. Tomin seemed to sense this and removed his hand and began to pull on Seven's mouth and face, tugging on her mouth and cheeks though she didn't seem to mind this bizarre and slightly painful move.
After several minutes of energetic and painful sex, they came at the same time, hard.
The usually Vulcan like Seven of Nine was screaming in agony as her orgasm hit her, sensations like none she had ever felt flooding every cell of her body.
The ambassador cried out in orgasm then collapsed forward on his beautiful partner, unconscious and squashing her between himself and the table, now warmed by body heat and slick with sweat.
When it was all over, Seven of Nine, former tertiary adjunct of unimatrix 01, current astrometrics officer of the federation starship Voyager lay exhausted, drunk, bent over a table, naked with an alien ambassador unconscious on top of her in post coital bliss.
End chapter one of Snippets of Seven.
Authors notes
This hasn't been a good last couple of weeks for me (computer broke early in the month, various other annoyances since then) so consider this fic a weak attempt at ending the month on a positive note.
This a remake of the first chapter of a fic (an earlier work) i have on another site, it has been edited to fit on FFN.