She led her to her bed and untied the young woman's hair. She had never seen Seven without her stern up-do. Her silky blond hair was coming down to her shoulders. Framing her elegant features, it made her look like an angel. Janeway tenderly peeled off the rest of her biosuit. Not looking embarrassed by her nakedness but a bit unsure, Seven was watching her intently.

― Do you find my body pleasurable, Kathryn?

Janeway sighed, tearing her eyes off Seven's breathtaking body to look her in the eye.

― Oh darling, there is not a soul in the universe who doesn't think so. Have you never noticed how people look at you?

Seven shook her head, frowning.

― People cannot see the implants under my biosuit. Because of them, I am not physically perfect as a human individual. Do you find them repulsive?

Janeway kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed next to Seven. She kissed her way up the young woman's ribcage implants and the one on her Borg hand that was going up her left forearm, then to the ocular implant over her left eye and the starburst on her right cheek.

― No, darling, I don't. They are part of you. They only make you more beautiful. You're perfect as you are – a unique and very attractive individual.

Seven gazed at her for a moment with the shadow of a smile on her face.

Then she kissed her like not a thing in the universe was more important right now, the whole length of her naked body pressed against hers, and Janeway stopped thinking. Seven managed to barely break the kiss while neatly getting her rid of her remaining clothes. When one of Seven's legs slid purposefully between hers, she grabbed the young woman's hips, bucking against her at the electric first contact, and pulled her closer.

Seven was wet and feeling her desire made Janeway even wetter. She started moving rhythmically against her. Of course, Seven quickly adapted, first matching her rhythm then gradually picking it up. Janeway could hear the moans coming out of her own throat, but her partner remained silent and focused, just breathing more and more heavily. And then Seven, rocking her hips against her, made a few completely unexpected moves that sent her right over the edge.

It had been such a long time – she had almost forgotten the pleasure of it. But to be honest, she had never experienced anything so intense in her life. Not even close. When Janeway opened her eyes again, still shaking and barely able to move her limbs, Seven was gazing at her, looking satisfied with her accomplishment.

― You were quite inarticulate, Kathryn, she noticed smugly. Can I conclude it was pleasurable?

Janeway felt lazy and boneless and just wanted to cuddle Seven for a little while but wasn't sure they were there yet.

― It was, darling, she smiled. But I believe I left you behind at some point. That's not acceptable. Let's do something about it, shall we?

The shadow of a smile reappeared on Seven's full lips.

― I will comply, she said softly.

ooo

Janeway didn't think it would ever be possible to get tired of exploring Seven's gorgeous body. She mapped it slowly with her lips, hands and body, focusing on the young woman's minute reactions, suppressed twitches and stifled sighs. Seven's body was melting at her touch but she was fighting hard not to lose control and remained stubbornly silent.

― It's alright to let go, darling. Losing control is part of the game. You're safe with me.

She had never made love to a woman before but Seven's body was calling her and she chose to trust her desire for her. She had wanted to do this for so long. Gently, she slid her hand between the young woman's legs and explored the hot wetness that she found there. Seven's hips bucked and Janeway slowed down long enough to adapt to her moves.

Slowly caressing Seven, she slid two of her fingers inside her but quickly stopped. From the masterful way the young woman had kissed her and moved against her, she had almost forgotten about that. She had also thought, not without some resignation, that Chakotay had probably taken care of it by now. But as it turned out, he hadn't. Seven was still a virgin.

Janeway didn't want the young woman to risk experiencing any pain during their first time together. So she caressed her with her tongue instead, gradually building up her pleasure, her hands on Seven's thighs to keep her from bucking uncontrollably. Seven was writhing, fighting hard not to moan. Suddenly, she exploded with a single cry of surprise and ecstasy.

Janeway kept touching her ever so slightly until the waves of pleasure subsided. Seven inhaled deeply as if she had forgotten to breathe for the last few minutes. When Janeway came back up to kiss her, the young woman had the most astonishing expression on her face – she was beaming.

Janeway couldn't remember Seven ever flashing a real smile to anyone before. Sometimes you could tell that she was almost smiling by the way her eyes twinkled and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly up. But here she was now, with such a radiant smile on her face that Janeway could barely recognize her. She looked ten years younger, a giddy teenage girl with a halo of messy blond hair, and for the first time since Janeway had met her, she also looked like the weight of the world had suddenly been lifted off her shoulders.

― I have no words, Captain. Pleasurable is clearly insufficient.

Janeway tenderly combed her dishevelled blond hair with her fingers.

― That's quite inarticulate of you, darling, she teased. Can I conclude that you liked it?

She kissed her and hugged her and Seven allowed it.

Then they made love again and Seven remarkably adapted as always, her Borg hand doing unsuspected wonders.

When they both finally got too exhausted, Seven let Janeway cuddle her and the Captain loved every moment of it – feeling the young woman's curvy body softly pressed against hers, basking in her unique perfume, listening quietly to Seven's steady heartbeat, revelling in the softness of her skin.

And then, another amazing thing happened – Seven fell asleep.