The next time Seven-of-Nine regenerated she sent a message to Admiral Cain. Cain received the message when she was checking her messages while on a morning break and went to Astrometrics.
"Gods Damm," sighed Cain when she saw Seven naked by the alcove. She looked away but could not help to look at the stunning, longed legged, nude blonde.
"Is there is something wrong, Admiral?"
"Not, exactly. I didn't expect you to be naked."
"You said I should be relaxed, my clothes are too restrictive. Do you desire me clothed?"
"That's OK, let's begin."
Cain hoped a quick kiss and then she would go for a long shower to cool off. She had a feeling she was going to need one. Seven came up to Cain.
"Before, we begin, I need to take this off," said Cain taking off her utility belt which held her hand-gun. She almost took off her jacket but decided against it.
Cain tried to relax but she knew her face was warm. Stay loose and have fun she kept telling herself. Think cool, think of cool water. Instead she was growing warm and fuzzy when she looked at Seven's blue eyes. Her normally comfortable Colonial Blue uniform felt stifling and was a hindrance.
Cain took Seven's hands and softly kissed them. The soft and long fingers looked delicate but were strong. Cain kissed the palms, wrist, and the back of Seven's hands. She looked at Seven's blue eyes as she kissed her fingers. Seven's mouth parted and her lips quivered. She let go of Seven's hands.
"Put your arms around me," Cain whispered in Seven's ear. Seven responded by wrapping her arms around Cain's back.
Cain slowly pulled her in letting her lips lightly touch Seven's lips. Seven's breathing increased for the anticipated kiss. What seemed an eternity, Cain finally pressed her lips firmly against Seven's lips and Seven's fingers began to clutch Cain's uniform tightly. She kissed Seven and then paused briefly looking at Seven's flush face. She felt the heat dissipate from Seven.
Seven's stared at Cain deep brown eyes and for a moment saw her intensity. Seven was at loss for words, she wanted more. Kissing had taken her away and she wanted to go back. She wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
"Your turn," said Cain who was breathing deeply. "Kissing is a two-way street."
Seven reacted and kissed Cain but much longer. Cain parted her lips while they kissed, inviting Seven to explore. Seven's tongue discovered Cain's tongue and she grasp Cain's long hair. Cain embraced Seven tightly and closed her eyes letting herself be lost with Seven.
Cain finally stopped for air and slowly broke the embrace. It took sheer will power to break away. She gave Seven a gentle squeeze and let go.
"Was my kissing insufficient? Do I need more instruction?" said Seven who was breathing hard and looked perplexed.
Seven suddenly felt lost again. She felt far worse compared when she was disconnected from the Borg the first time. Seven wanted the connection to continue with Cain.
To Cain, it was more than sufficient it was spontaneous and she wanted to say a big resounding yes. Heck Seven didn't any more lessons; she just needed to ask Janeway for a date.
"Kiss Captain Janeway like that and she won't be disappointed. Save your kisses for her, you already have the right instincts."
"Thank you, Admiral," beamed Seven.