Title: The Captain, part 8/15

Author: Becominglight

Rating: This part is briefly NC-17!

Category: Romance, Angst

Genre: Slash

Pairing: Janeway/Seven

Summary: What happened in the universe where Voygager took 23 years to reach Earth? What really motivated Admiral Janeway to return? Loosly woven through final few season of STV, this is the story of how Janeway the Captain also became Kathryn the woman.

Spoilers: Pretty much the whole series!

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Please don't sue…

Author's Notes: I wrote this without thinking about slicing this up into sections… so it some may be a bit arbitrary…Please comment, I really appreciate!

Part 8

"How long do you think the storm will last?" Janeway asked for something to say. She had awoken a little while ago, pillowed comfortably against Seven.

"I don't know. A day, two maybe?

"Have you been in a storm before?"

"Yes. As a Borg I experienced storms on four planets we assimilated."

"Were they anything like this?"

"This is the most fierce storm I have experienced."

"It's makes me think of Shakespeare's the Tempest."

"Shakespeare's the Tempest?"

"A play written by a famous playwright in English history."

"I do not know of this person." She said with regret. "There is much I do not know."

"And there is much that you do."

"But I am learning that there are important things I lack. Human things." Seven said quietly.

Janeway frowned.

"Seven, Believe me when I say – you lack nothing."

She looked at Seven to discern what exactly she was implying – a novel experience since Seven was not known to imply. She usually stated things clearly. She could see that Seven wanted to believe her and she wondered where this uncharacteristic doubt came from.

"I think you are being kind."

"No. I mean it quite honestly. You are the most startling, caring, intelligent, beautiful person I know. You lack nothing." She watched as Seven blushed delicately and she thought it was possibly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"And you are the most amazing, beautiful, caring, intelligent woman that I know." Seven said shyly back.

The words tingled over Janeway, warmed her body and she found herself grinning.

"Thank-you." She said softly.

And there it was again, that desire. She knew she should have kept her mouth shut because now she couldn't tear her eyes away from those lips. Those plump, red, soft, beckoning lips. If she'd kept her mouth shut she wouldn't have looked at them when they were so close, so easily within reach and want to kiss them. When Seven looked over, their faces were so close the air buzzed between them and Janeway knew that this time she would not pull away.

The outside world didn't matter, it didn't exist. Seven was not married, Janeway was not her captain. They were just two women attracted to each other and finally, after so long, it was that simple.

And so Janeway kissed her.

It was nothing like that brief first time. This was long and slow, hot and wet. It took their breaths away, igniting a fire in the pit of their bellies and opened up a yawning need to be taken. Hands were caressing, cupping, squeezing and they groaned into it. Seven was straddling her, her jacket hanging open, her top pushed up and her pert pink nipples begging to be tasted. They were on the ground, in the blanket, their clothes discarded, the wet folds of their sex sliding together. Seven inside her, one, two, three fingers gliding in, her mouth worshiping her breast, leaving glistening saliva in its wake. She moving against Janeway's leg watching her as the tremor started, watching the build until Janeway cried out, ecstatic, the sound ripped from depths long forgotten, her hands digging into the firmness of Seven's ass, her body convulsing. Seven came moments later her head thrown back, her breast swaying, her fingers still deep inside her lover. They cradled each other, breathed each other in, revelled in the sensation of their skin pressed together.

After seven years, their worlds had finally collided.

"Talk to me." Janeway said.

It was night and the storm raged. Janeway didn't mind so much now, part of her even unrealistically hoped they could stay there forever. They'd live off water and kisses. They'd make love forever and hold each other just as they were doing now and talk. When they'd tire of talking they'd make love again. Time would stop, the world outside would cease and it wouldn't matter where they were in the universe or what they did because they would be the only ones who existed.

"Is your leg hurting?" Seven murmured, her body spooned to Janeway's, her hand starting lazy circles on her stomach that sent a fluttering in her belly.

"Like hell."

"That means yes, correct?"

"Yes. A lot. I can't sleep."

"Mmmmmmm."Seven hummed and nuzzled her neck, kissing it. And then she was still.

"Seven?"

"Mmmm?"

"You're falling asleep. Tell me something."

"Like what?"

"Like anything."

"So if I said something like: Kathryn, dear sweet Kathryn, you are beautiful, would that be okay?"

Janeway smiled "Yes."

"And if I said that you take my breath away, would that be okay?"

"Yes."

"What if I said that you are the most stubborn, infuriating, prickly, confounding woman I know, " Seven said silkily, hotly in her ear, "that if I'd known your preference for me, I'd have pinned you to the couch in your quarters and made wild, passionate love to you four years ago and forced you to admit your feelings, would that be okay?"

Janeway shivered and slapped playfully at the hand that was migrating to cup her breast. "Tell me about the first time you knew you were attracted to me." she said.

They talked, speaking of nothings, of philosophy, ideology and science. They scuffled affectionately about their different views and delighted in their common ground. They explored each others bodies, praising them, revelling in the ease with which they came together. They ran naked into the frigid water that splashed down the cave's mouth, cleaning themselves, cleaning their clothes and made love to warm up, trailing heat over goospimpled flesh with their fingertips. Seven tended Janeway's wound with care and then made love again.

They only thing they avoided was mentioning the truth of the world outside.

Three days and then the storm ended. In tactile agreement they carefully packed their things and by the time they beamed up to Voyager's sickbay no one would have known. The Doctor healed the wound within minutes and advised Janeway to 'take it easy'. She was showered, fed, clothed and standing in the solitude of her captain's quarters when the reality crashed in. What had she done?