Author's Note: My first drabble! Be kind, this wasn't easy. Written March, 2001, after the episode, "Human Error." When Seven was summoned from the holodeck, she and holoChak were lying back-to-front on the couch, fully clothed. Mmm, I asked myself, considering the holodeck scene before that, why weren't they nekkid in bed?
You Can Only Write What Ya Know
by DianeB
Seven pulled back to breathe, ignoring both her hammering heart and the insistent buzzing in her head. A question loomed large.
What now?
She had read plenty of instructional datapadds, participated in far too many of the Doctor's social lessons, and managed to continue spying on the newly-married Paris and Torres – yet here she was, without a single clue as to how all this might apply to her in the heat of the moment.
For the moment certainly was heated; in fact, specific parts of her anatomy were quite overwarm.
Chakotay stood there, programmed to kiss with passion. Nothing more.
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