Rated: M for mature adult (and some slightly immature adolescent) content between two consenting adult women.
Author's Note:
I wrote a lot of crap in this chapter to start with, I hope I got rid of it all. This story was originally only going to be one chapter, but I didn't like the way I left it. It begged for more... and with that thought in mind; carry on.
The Captain's Ready Room Part Two
Harry looked up from his console as the Captain's ready room door swished open. He'd been unable to concentrate fully on maintaining the ships systems since returning to the operations station after his meeting with Captain Janeway a few minutes ago. Unfortunately he still had over an hour of his shift before he and Tom would be free so he could tell him how his meeting went; though he was pretty sure Tom guessed from the beaming smile on his face when he returned to his post.
Now, with some puzzlement, he registered it was Seven of Nine entering the bridge, not the Captain. I didn't know Seven of Nine was in the Captain's ready room when I was in there. I didn't see her in there. Where was she? He watched her as she strode quickly across the short distance to the turbolift and left without acknowledging anyone; that in itself wasn't so unusual, Seven wasn't exactly the friendliest person on Voyager. What was unusual was that he could have sworn she looked, unsure.
... While Harry tries to get his head around that conundrum ... in the Captain's ready room ...
Kathryn absent-mindedly raised the mug in her hand to her lips to take another sip of coffee. When the action brought no satisfying 'hit' of the comforting beverage, she looked into the mug and frowned when she discovered it was empty. Placing it carefully on the low table in the lounge section of her ready room she flopped inelegantly into her favourite armchair. But instead of gazing out the viewport as she usually would, she leaned forward and, putting her elbows on her knees, buried her face in her hands. Her thoughts chased themselves around inside her head, like an over excited dog after its own tail. An unproductive activity she had been unable to stop doing since Seven had left the room.
I can't believe I kissed her. I just kissed Seven of Nine. How am I going to be able to deal with her now? I, Captain Kathryn Janeway just kissed Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One. She probably thinks I'm crazy. Hell, I think I'm crazy. I just kissed Seven, and I liked it, a lot. Maybe I am crazy. What am I going to do? She pressed less than steady fingers against her kiss-swollen lower lip, she realised all she really wanted to do was kiss Seven again. Oh God, one kiss and I've been reduced to a randy adolescent with a one-track mind.
Leaning back in the chair she stared, unseeing out the viewport above her. She was suddenly, bone-wearily, tired. Unwilling to face any of the bridge crew, she stayed where she was until the end of the shift. Unfortunately that course of action did nothing to improve her mood. I'm a grown woman, Captain of a Starship for pity's sake, and I'm hiding in my ready room. Exasperated she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
... Meanwhile, not in the Captain's ready room ...
Upon leaving the Captain's ready room, Seven had returned to Astrometrics to complete her scheduled duty shift. She took her usual position at the main console but; her hands did not fly across the controls inputting search parameters; her mind did not analyse any data read outs, because there were none; what she did do was, nothing. She, Seven of Nine; who's every waking second was allocated for optimal productivity and efficiency; stood there and did… nothing. For one hour and thirteen minutes, she was inefficient.
Seven checked her internal chronometer; her shift would be completed in three minutes. Realising she needed clarification about what the Captain meant by "can't" after kissing her, Seven decided that as soon as she was relieved she would seek her out. Three minutes and six seconds later, Seven left Astrometrics and made her way to the turbolift.
"Computer, locate Captain Janeway."
Captain Janeway is in the Captain's ready room.
Without giving a thought to the inappropriateness of her actions, Seven transported directly into the Captain's ready room. She had intended to confront the Captain immediately but the sight of her sleeping soundly gave her pause. She took a moment to openly watch the Captain while she the chance of detection was nominal. Noting the Captain's rapid eye movement, Seven surmised she was experiencing a dream.
She was instantly captivated by the Captain's features, softened in repose. There was no sign of tenseness around her mouth as when she was awake; the usual worry lines on her brow were also smoothed away, making her appear more youthful. Seven found she was fascinated by the Captain's long dark eyelashes; a stark contrast against the pale colour of her cheeks. Her hand twitched at the thought of touching them, kissing them.
Seven analysed every look, smile and touch the Captain had shared with her over the last few months. Every time the Captain's voice had lowered and she had murmured something for Seven's Borg-enhanced hearing only; accumulating with their kiss earlier today. She recalled every incident vividly; she was Borg, she could not do otherwise. And everything she remembered pointed to the Captain returning her feelings. Seven was quite confident her feelings of deep affection was love, romantic love; for she felt, for no other being on Voyager the same way she did for Captain Kathryn Janeway.
While Seven contemplated her feelings for the Captain, she continued to watch the older woman sleep. Her eyes were drawn to the Captain's small hands resting on her body; one on her abdomen, the other on her right thigh. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, her feet resting on the low table. Her chest rose and fell gently with her breathing. Occasionally her breath hitched. A small whimper escaped the Captain, her brow contracted into a frown and her fingers flexed. Seven's brow furrowed. Perhaps she is experiencing a nightmare and not a dream as I first thought. She had discussed dreams with the Doctor not long ago and he explained the difference between dreams and nightmares.
The sight of the Captain's whole body tensing and the sound of her moaning Seven's name was enough to startle her out of her reverie. She is clearly in distress. Leaning forward decisively she shook the Captain's shoulder to wake her.
... Twenty minutes earlier, unbeknownst to Seven of Nine ... in the Captain's ready room ...
Kathryn slept. But her sleep was not the restful slumber of the weary, it was beset by dreams; dreams of a tall, graceful, blonde, human-Borg, woman-child who drove her to distraction. Sweet dreams.
"Seven." I gasped her name as she lifted her lips from mine allowing me to breathe again.
She leaned over me; straight arms on either side of me; hands gripping the edge of my desk. Our hot, short breaths mingled together in the minute gap between our gasping mouths. Her lithe body pressed me onto the unyielding surface beneath me; the contrast of hard and soft against my passion sensitised skin an irresistible aphrodisiac. Her blue eyes pinned me in place more efficiently than any physical restraint could have. She shifted above me slightly, leaning on her left arm; the Borg enhancement bore her weight with ease; and then with two fingers of her right hand she touched my kiss-ravaged lips. I flicked my tongue out to taste her. She shook her head and quickly moved her hand away. She placed her palm lightly against my sternum, fingers stretched along my left collarbone, thumb encompassing my neck; she dipped her head and traced around her hand with the point of her stiffened tongue.
"Seven." I sighed her name as my desire for her pooled hot and wet between my legs.
Her nostrils flared and I knew she knew; that was the reason I was unable to resist her. I could not hide my desire; for her or from her; she knew. I think even without her Borg-enhanced senses she would have known how much I wanted her. She cupped my left breast in her hand, pressed her palm against the hardened peak; and then pinched the nub between thumb and forefinger, gently at first then harder eliciting an involuntary moan. My body became boneless; my hands weakened, no longer able to sustain their grip on her shoulders, my arms fell limply to the hard surface beneath me; all resistance gone. My head lolled back over the edge of the desk, putting the tender arch of my neck on display to her mercy. My back arched toward her, lamenting the loss her hand when she removed it from my breast. She briefly caressed the pulsing veins in my throat and placed a gossamer kiss on my exposed Adam's apple. The combined tenderness and eroticism of her touch was almost too much to bear.
Her breath was hot against my flesh an instant before the tip of her tongue flicked the hardened nipple and circled the puckered areola of my right breast. I quivered uncontrollably as a white-hot electric current raced through my nervous system and settled deep in my womb. The dampness her tongue deposited on my skin, once exposed to air, caused the sensitive flesh to contract even more, until it was a painful pleasure. As if she sensed my possible discomfort; she soothed the ache by covering the area completely with her lips, then her tongue. Flames of desire threatened to engulf me as she then sucked my nipple greedily into her hot, wet mouth.
"Seven, please." I whimpered her name as she tormented me, pleading for more.
Her human hand settled on the curve of my waist; the longer she suckled at my breast, the harder her fingers dug into my tender flesh. My throat worked convulsively as I tried to gulp air into my oxygen starved lungs. The pleasure pain sensations of her mouth and hand; electrified every nerve cell in my body. She was going to be the death of me, but I knew I would die happy if she was.
"Seven." I moaned her name, begging her to end my suffering.
Then suddenly she was gone. Lifting my head with effort, I opened my eyes...
"Seven." Kathryn murmured as she struggled awake.
... And now, back to the present situation ... in the Captain's ready room ...
When Kathryn's eyes opened fully she was shockingly, instantly awake and sprang to her feet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kathryn blurted. The shock at being wrenched from her vividly erotic dream; to see the central character standing before her; translated into anger. She was unable to put her usual defences in place; while Seven stood before her in her usual cool, calm, rigid but relaxed stance; a mixed expression of curiosity and challenge on her face.
"You kissed me." Seven said ignoring the Captain's question; dismissing it as irrelevant; she went directly to the matter that brought her here.
"You kissed me first." Kathryn countered. She was still very much aroused from her dream, feeling extremely vulnerable without her command mask; and that combination made her combative.
"I did not." Seven countered.
"So what exactly did you do to me under my desk?" Very good question Katie, interesting you should phrase it that way, what exactly has she done to you?
Seven's eidetic memory instantly replayed the incident, with perfect clarity. The sight of the Captain's exposed limb so close when she shifted her position; the sound of the Captain's quickly in drawn breath and rapid heartbeat when she touched her; the feel of the Captain's soft, warm, silken skin against her fingertips and palm of her hand; the combined smell taste of the Captain's arousal through her olfactory nerves. "Oh." Seven said closing her eyes; warmth suffused her body as her own arousal was reawakened.
Oh? Is that all she can say? Oh?! Wait a minute. Did Seven just say Oh? 'Never at a loss for words-super intelligent-walking Borg encyclopaedia-articulate', Seven of Nine just said, Oh? And is she blushing? Kathryn's eyes squinted as she scrutinised Seven closely. Oh. My. God. She is blushing! Damn it! Now all I can think about is ripping her clothes off, Kathryn felt like a hungry dog being taught restraint at feeding time, she knew as soon as she saw a signal from Seven she wouldn't be able to restrain herself from devouring her, and ravishing her.
"You are the one who initiated lip to lip contact." Seven clarified.
Seven found her gaze drawn to look at that part of the older woman's anatomy. The Captain's tongue darted out wetting her lips. As she watched a perfect recollection of her thinner lips pressing against Seven's own full lips played over in her mind. The taste of coffee in the Captain's mouth; the trace smell of fresh crisp cleansing products on the Captain's skin and hair; the feel of the Captain's tongue against her own; the sound of the Captain's moan of desire; the sight of the Captain's kiss-swollen, moist lips when she pulled away. Her heart rate and respiration increased as she returned to a state of sexual arousal similar to that which she experienced during their actual kiss. The heat that had suffused her entire body earlier, now converged in her loins, and increased in temperature.
Kathryn couldn't answer her as she too was recalling their kiss. The memory of her very vivid dream was still so fresh, coupled with the intense desire-filled gaze from Seven as she looked at Kathryn's lips, caused her to start shaking with the effort it took to not jump on the younger woman. She looks as aroused as I feel. Kathryn knew then; she was on the verge of doing something she wasn't sure they'd be able to recover from.
As they stood watching at each other, something almost tangible passed between them. Neither woman spoke as they fought their own internal battles. A short time forever later, they spoke the other's name as one; moved together as one; kissed each other as one; touched each other as one.
Their movements became instinctual, primal. Lips clamped together, mouths gaped, tongues clashed. Moans mingled as arms crushed bodies closer. Kathryn wasn't aware they were moving until Seven bumped up against her desk, their momentum enough to cause them to fall onto the surface. They paused; taking the time to inhale much needed oxygen; reposition limbs; devour each other with their eyes. Legs tangled, hands clutched then caressed. Leaning over the younger woman, Kathryn realised she was straddling Seven's thigh, her hips undulating unconsciously against the well-toned muscle gripped tightly between her legs.
I'm humping my Astrometrics Officer, like a dog in heat! Seven deserves better than a sex-starved Starfleet Captain taking her roughly on a desk. This is not how I imagined this happening. Kathryn thought in a moment of clarity. Oh really, and what exactly were you just dreaming about? Her internal voice told her.
I have to stop this before I can't. The door chimed loudly an instant before Kathryn pushed aside common sense and gave in to her lust. Resting her head against Seven's collarbone, she sighed unsteadily. This is not how I want our first time together to be; Seven's first time. Oh God. This would have been Seven's first sexual experience and I almost ravished her on my desk. Taking a deep, calming, breath; she pushed away from Seven; pulling the younger woman up off the desk with her as she stood.
"Don't go." She indicated to Seven she should move into the lounge area. Making sure Seven understood, she checked who was at the door.
"Computer, who is at the door?" Kathryn was pleased her voice sounded almost normal.
Ensign Harry Kim.
Rectifying her mussed hair as best she could with slightly unsteady hands, and with a sense of déjà vu, she sat behind her desk. She sent a quick look in Seven's direction; wishing the blonde was under her desk again and not sitting stiffly on the couch. Whoa! Katie, that's enough of that. Get 'Captain Janeway' here now. With some effort Kathryn settled her command mask in place and called.
"Come in."
... A few moments later ... in the Captain's ready room ...
Kathryn relaxed back on the couch and sighed contentedly as Seven snuggled into her; the raging-hormone-filled-grope-fest they engaged in earlier had dissipated with Harry's interruption, and the return of coherent thought. They were content now to just sit and enjoy the feel of finally being intimate with each other.
Seven picked up Kathryn's hand from where it was resting lightly on her hip, holding it in her left hand she used her right index finger to trace the long slender fingers. Sliding over each digit individually, she marvelled at how such delicate soft hands could be so strong. Dipping between each finger to the sensitive skin near the palm of her hand, she delighted in the sound of Kathryn's quickening breaths with each touch. Turning the small hand over; she traced random patterns over the smooth flesh, loving the way her hand twitched when a particularly sensitive spot was touched.
"Seven." Kathryn whispered, her desire rising with each soft touch.
"Yes Kathryn." Seven smiled, raising the hand to mouth she pressed her lips into the palm, she realised how much she enjoyed saying the Captain's first name.
Kathryn sighed; she loved the way her name sounded when Seven said it, causing a flutter in her abdomen. "I," She started, but in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness she stopped what she'd been about to say, "I'll be right back." She substituted; quickly she squirmed out from under Seven and strode to the replicator.
"Coffee, black." Kathryn ordered tersely, berating herself for not having the courage to tell Seven how she felt about her yet, even though she was pretty sure their feelings were mutual. Taking the mug in hand she wandered back to where Seven now sat upright on the couch, looking questioningly at her. Sitting beside the blonde she leaned into her and sighed when Seven adjusted their position until they were in a similar, but reversed, position to the one they were in before Kathryn got up. Taking a sip of her coffee she sighed again, this time with contentment; she had the three things she loved more than anything and she had no intention of giving any of them up. Before Kathryn got too comfortable, Seven took hold of her chin and gently manoeuvred her until she could kiss her deeply.
"I am beginning to develop an appreciation for the taste coffee." Seven murmured against Kathryn's lips. Leaning back a little, she looked into Kathryn's eyes, and licked her lips with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
The End (of this story at least)