Kathryn built a small fire and sat beside it. She handed Seven part of a ration bar and chewed on part of one herself, not really tasting it. Her mind was spinning. Seven had kissed her! Seven said she loved her! She wanted a relationship! Finally, Kathryn knew she had to say something.
"Seven...I don't know how I'm going to be able to give you the relationship you deserve," she said with a sigh.
"I do not know about 'deserve' Kathryn, all I know is what I want. What I want is you, whatever you are willing to give me."
"You deserve someone who can put you first, who can give you everything. I can't do that. Voyager will always come first."
"Of course it will. It should," Seven said. "You are the captain. You have a responsibility. I understand that. You must get this crew home. I wish to help you with that."
"Okay...and the crew. I'm not sure how they will react if you and I are in a relationship. They may treat you differently..."
"I am already treated differently, Kathryn. I would rather be treated differently for loving you than for being Borg. I believe your crew loves you, Captain – Kathryn. They will not fault you for falling in love or hate you for being happy," Seven replied. "But if you prefer, we do not have to tell anyone."
"Oh I don't think we'll be able to keep it secret for long," Kathryn said wryly.
"You doubt my ability to keep things professional between us when we are on duty?"
"No, I doubt mine," she answered. "I already don't know how I'm going to be able to look at you like I haven't seen you naked."
"You have not seen me naked," Seven said, standing up.
She pulled the Starfleet t-shirt off over her head. She folded it and carefully set it next to Kathryn as the captain stared at her. She smiled down at Kathryn and quirked her ocular implant.
"Would you like to see me naked, Kathryn?" she asked softly. "Would you like to touch me?"
Wondering when Seven had learned to be so seductive, Kathryn reached out slowly. She put both hands on Seven's hips, feeling the cool metal of an implant on the Borg's left hip. She grasped the pink panties that were tormenting her and slowly pulled them down off Seven's hips. She gasped softly as light blonde curls were revealed and the scent of Seven's arousal reached her nose.
"We should go inside the tent," Kathryn said suddenly. "In case Chakotay or Harry or someone looks at us on sensors."
"Both have expressed a curiosity about my naked body when they did not know I was listening," Seven stated.
Kathryn glanced skyward, feeling protective and a little jealous. She got up and ushered the nude Borg into the tent.
"No one gets to see you naked but me," Kathryn said, zipping up the tent.
"I find that acceptable," Seven said with a smile. "May I undress you, Kathryn?"
Kathryn's heart beat faster and she felt warm. Was this really going to happen now?
"I-I don't want to rush into things, Seven," she began.
"Do you believe I will change my mind? I have wanted this for a long time," Seven said, cupping her cheek. "Kathryn..."
"So have I," she admitted softly.
Seven drew her face close and kissed her, slowly at first then becoming more demanding. Kathryn felt desire shoot through her and when she felt Seven's hands beneath her tank top again she moaned encouragement. Her breasts ached for Seven's touch and the former drone moved agonizingly slow, trailing her hands up Kathryn's stomach, finally brushing her breasts.
"God, Seven," Kathryn exhaled as the blonde broke the kiss to look down at the breasts she held. She ran both thumbs, one human, one metal-tipped, over the hardened nipples. Kathryn's knees felt weak and she grabbed Seven's shoulders to keep from falling.
"I can't stand up while you do that," Kathryn said, her breath shaky.
Seven kissed her briefly before pulling the tank top off over her head.
"Then do not stand," Seven said, pushing her lightly to the bedroll.
Seven knelt before her and kissed her. She began running her fingers lightly and slowly down Kathryn's shoulders, down her arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake.
"I find the texture of your freckles pleasing," Seven murmured, then Kathryn groaned as the Borg put her lips to her shoulder.
She kissed her way down Kathryn's shoulders, down the path her fingers had traced, all the way to her fingertips. She kissed each fingertip, then kissed her way back up Kathryn's shoulder to her clavicle. She paused there.
"I have not seen these freckles before today," Seven said, then kissed the freckled skin of her chest and the tops of her breasts. Kathryn gasped when Seven took one nipped into her warm, wet mouth.
"Seven," she groaned, unable to think of anything but the feeling of the tongue circling and flicking her nipple. She didn't notice Seven pushing her down until she felt the ground beneath her back.
"W-wait," she began when she felt Seven sliding her hands down her stomach to the tops of her shorts. "I should – you should be first, I-"
"Kathryn," Seven said, nibbling lightly on one nipple then blowing on it. "Shut up and let me love you."
Before she could protest, Seven pulled down her shorts and underwear. Kathryn kicked them the rest of the way off as Seven drew back to look her over. Kathryn felt her body burning beneath the Borg's intense gaze.
"You are beautiful," Seven said reverently. "Everything about you is beautiful, Kathryn."
The captain let out a cry of delight as Seven lowered her head to her other breast to take that nipple into her mouth. Her hands found the back of Seven's neck and she buried her firsts in her long blonde hair.
When Seven started kissing her way down her stomach, Kathryn began to tremble. Then the Borg was between her legs, silky blonde hair tickling the insides of her thighs. She cried out as Seven fastened her mouth deftly over her clitoris.
"Please, Seven," she moaned. She could not take it, she was close, so close...
As if Seven had read her mind, Kathryn felt one of Seven's slender fingers at her entrance. When she slid the finger inside she sucked hard on the bundle of nerves and Kathryn felt an intense orgasm begin to rock through her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her to her core.
When it subsided she opened her eyes to find Seven above her, wiping away the tears that leaked from the captain's gray eyes.
"Was that okay, Kathryn?" she murmured.
"Seven that was...amazing. So amazing. Spectacular. I plan to show you just how amazing but I don't think I can move yet."
Seven kissed her lightly then pulled away. She trailed her fingers lightly over her freckled chest and Kathryn wondered if she was counting the freckles there too.
She could feel Seven straddling her leg, could feel Seven's arousal on her thigh.
"I need to touch you, I have to," Kathryn murmured, finally able to sit up.
"Where do you want to touch me, Kathryn?" Seven whispered, her breath hot on the captain's ear.
"Everywhere," she answered, pushing the Borg onto her back. "I need to touch you everywhere."
Kathryn slipped her leg between Seven's thighs, pressing her knee against the warm wetness of her sex. Seven moaned and Kathryn leaned down to kiss her. She kissed her way down to her long, pale neck. She nibbled lightly, tasting the salt of Seven's skin, before moving down to the voluptuous breasts that everyone on Voyager envied...breasts no one would see but her.
"Mine," she whispered, flicking her tongue over a hardened pink nipple. "You are mine, Seven of Nine."
"Yes," Seven gasped, pressing her core against Kathryn's knee harder. "Yes, Kathryn."
Her lips found the Borg's abdominal implant and she moved her body lower to trace it with her tongue. Seven moaned as Kathryn traced the curve of the band and when she reached the star burst implant on her hip, Seven let out a cry of delight that made Kathryn wonder if she'd orgasmed.
She looked up at the blonde to see her eyes were shut, both hands gripping the bed roll.
"Please," Seven said desperately. "Please, Kathryn, please touch me."
Finally she slid her hand through damp blonde curls, then the slick folds of Seven's sex. She found the impossibly tight opening and gently pressed one finger into the Borg. The feeling of being inside of Seven amazed her, feeling the walls clenching around her finger as Seven approached her orgasm.
"Yes, Seven, that's it," she murmured, moving her finger inside the blonde, finding her clit with her thumb. "Cum for me, Seven, that's my girl."
"Captain!" Seven cried out as her body stiffened and her walls grabbed Kathryn's finger so hard she could not move it. Kathryn marveled at the look of sheer ecstasy on Seven's face, the passion with which she had screamed for her.
When Seven's body relaxed, Kathryn withdrew her finger. She brought it to her lips and sucked the sweet taste of Seven from her finger. She wanted more but the Borg was shaking slightly. She needed a break.
Kathryn kissed her forehead before laying down beside her and wrapping her arms around Seven.
"That was...perfection, Kathryn," Seven said breathlessly. "The Borg are looking for it wrong."
Kathryn laughed and buried her face in Seven's neck, nuzzling her skin.
"I love you, Seven," she murmured. "And I am glad you are mine."
"I will always be yours, my Kathryn."