Janeway had never kissed a woman before and probably neither had Seven. The Captain's mouth brushed over Seven's and she kissed her softly, taking her time to explore the young woman's lips and feel the way she reacted to her touch before pushing any further.
As always, Seven quickly adapted. A few moments in, she sighed and it felt like she was suddenly beginning to melt under Janeway's hands and lips, her face and body warming up and losing their usual stiffness. A few more moments and she reciprocated the exploration, nibbling experimentally at Janeway's lower lip, then caressing her mouth with the tip of her tongue. A moan escaped from Janeway's throat.
Boldly, Seven deepened the kiss. It was dizzying. Janeway slid her hands around the young woman's waist, pulled her closer and the feeling of Seven's breasts against hers was the last straw. It lit up the raging fire inside her that she had tried to contain for so long, threatening to make her lose control. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead against Seven's, out of breath and incredulous.
― God, Seven! When did you learn to kiss like that?
Seven thought about it for a minute.
― I just did, Captain. I adapted. Commander Chakotay had assured me that this activity was pleasurable but I had failed to comprehend why. Now I do.
Janeway couldn't help but laugh a little at that, absurdly proud to be the one who had helped her understand. She tenderly traced the starburst implant on Seven's right cheek with her fingertips. Her touch made Seven's breath hitch and Janeway felt a fresh pang of desire in her lower belly.
― Darling, she whispered, I know you don't sleep. But since you don't need to regenerate, would you like to spend the rest of the night with me?
She held her breath. Maybe she was moving too fast, even if three years had been an eternity and then some for her. She had never slept with a woman but right now she didn't care. All she cared about was letting Seven know how much she loved and wanted her before it was too late.
― Acceptable, Seven whispered, her voice soft as a caress.
Janeway stood up and automatically reached for Seven's hand.
― Come. Let's go to my quarters.
Seven slightly squeezed her fingers back.
― Yes, Captain.
Bringing the young woman's hand to her lips, Janeway rectified. She did love the way Seven's voice made the word "Captain" sound, but it had to be said.
― I'm not your commanding officer in this, Seven. Please, call me Kathryn.
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They leisurely kissed some more, standing in the middle of Janeway's living-room, the Captain's hands roaming slowly over Seven's perfect curves and Seven's hands resting lightly on either side of Janeway's face, the metal tips of her left hand hard, smooth and new on her skin.
After a while, her cheeks rosy and slightly out of breath, Seven said:
― I require permission to touch you, Capt… Kathryn.
Janeway nodded, smiling.
― You have my permission, Seven. Do I have yours?
― Yes, C… Kathryn.
Seven was already busy taking off Janeway's uniform jacket and carefully folding it away.
― Seven?
The young woman was tugging Janeway's uniform shirt off her pants. She looked up to meet her eyes.
― Do you want me to call you Annika?
The drone called Seven of Nine by the Borg had once been a little blonde girl named Annika Hansen, who had been brutally deprived of her childhood, of her parents and of any chance at a normal life when she had been assimilated at the age of six.
Janeway had never doubted that Annika still existed, somewhere deep inside Seven of Nine's mind. She had insisted on giving her a chance to reclaim her stolen humanity, even when Seven had screamed at her in agony that she didn't want it back. And God, had it been worth it.
But the former drone shook her head almost immediately.
― No. I was Borg for eighteen years. Three times longer than I was Annika. That name is not sufficient to define the individual that I am now.
― All right, Seven, whispered Janeway.
But her voice caught in her throat when the young woman stripped her to her Starfleet regulation tank-top and applied her long slim hands to her breasts, experimentally stroking and pressing. The contact was thrilling and Seven's Borg hand, with the slightly rigid metal implants covering her fingers, added a delicious twist to it. When Janeway opened her eyes again, Seven was looking at her with rapt attention.
― Was this pleasurable? She asked.
Janeway remembered to breathe again and flashed a lopsided smile at her.
― Whenever I forget how to articulate words, or stand, or breathe, you can consider it pleasurable, darling.
Seven looked intrigued.
― I need more data, she whispered, guiding Janeway's hands to her chest.
Her breath taken away by the young woman's gesture and her heart beating wildly, Janeway cupped Seven's generous breasts with her small hands, squeezed them gently and nibbled at them over the blue biosuit. Seven's face didn't show any emotions but she staggered slightly and closed her ice-blue eyes, her complexion becoming rosier by the minute.
― I understand, she whispered.
Janeway found the zipper of the biosuit and slowly peeled the garment off Seven's gorgeous body, stopping at the waist. The young woman was naked underneath. Janeway leisurely stroked her soft skin and ribcage implants then her breasts, and finally took Seven's erect nipples in her mouth one after the other. Seven shivered and clung to her then let out a stifled cry.
― Captain!
Janeway froze.
― Yes, darling? Do you want me to stop?
― No! But I am malfunctioning. I am hot and sweaty and my legs are weak.
Janeway laughed softly.
― You're not malfunctioning, darling. I feel exactly the same. Come!