III.

"Strip," Jenkins demanded.

Seven looked mazed for a moment. "Get out of that biosuit if you want to save the EMH," Jenkins rephrased, her voice calm and measured. "You do want to help him, don't you?" Jenkins smiled.

But Seven couldn't think about the fictional EMH any more. Desire was impairing her synaptic pathways, her own desire and the lust she saw in these smoky blue eyes. She felt as though she had lost control over her heartbeat and breath, and she realized that she hadn't enough strength to stop this.

She slowly peeled herself out of the skintight suit, dazed from feelings which she had thought only minutes ago would be impossible to feel all at the same time.

Excitement. Fear. Arousal. Shame. Heat. Guilt.

Captain Jenkins shook her head slightly and eyed the person she considered to be Three of Eight. "You sure look beautiful," she was leering. "The EMH certainly knows his craft. I should consider his pardon just for that," she mused, not averting her eyes from Seven.

She closed the gap between them and cupped her hands around Seven's breasts, slowly rubbing the nipples with her palms.

"Do you enjoy that?" she asked.

"No," Seven pressed her lips together and tried to steady her breathing.

"You're lying," Jenkins said. With a triumphant smirk she reached down and slid her right hand over the wetness between Seven's thighs. Seven's breath and pulse accelerated even more as she felt her most intimate body part being fondled. Nanoprobes were rushing through her head. Her eyes fluttered shut and she parted her legs a bit to give the intrusive hand more room.

"That's right," Jenkins growled.

Seven felt the hand exploring her impassionedly. Suddenly she heard a deep groan from Jenkins and with it she felt fingers entering her. Seven's legs turned to jelly, but Jenkins had a firm grip around her waist with the left arm while she slowly thrust into Seven with her right hand.

"More, please," Seven whispered.

Almost immediately she felt the thrusts increasing in depth. She was preoccupied with millions of electric shocks that her nanoprobes were releasing. She knew she was close to climaxing. In one of the adult-themed holoprograms, she had learned how to delay the climax to enjoy the sexual sensations a bit longer, but the climax hadn't been as powerful then. Right now she needed it full force and she wouldn't and couldn't hold back. When the orgasm ripped through her body she clutched Jenkins' shoulders and a moan escaped her lips.

IV.

"Good girl," Jenkins commented in a husky voice as she backed off. "Now dress and get out." Jenkins inhaled deeply.

She allowed herself a good eyeful of naked ex-Borg before she sighed. "Computer, unlock doors, authorization Jenkins alpha three."

Seven stared at her, noticing her widened pupils and ragged breath.

"You'll get your chance to return the favor," the Captain of the Starship Vortex answered her unsaid question.

She smirked and with the right hand she wiped away some drops of sweat from around her mouth. The smirk broadened into a salacious grin.

"Good girl," Kathryn Janeway whipped sweat from her face, breathing heavily.

If she hadn't been busy slowing her breathing she would have noticed that Seven of Nine stared at her as if she were the Borg Queen herself.

"You're getting better every time," Janeway acknowledged. She tried to keep from smiling smugly, but failed.

"Obviously not good enough," Seven replied, getting increasingly annoyed as she saw her opponent's smirk.

She was not only aggravated by the fact that she had just lost a velocity game again, although she possessed superior stamina. She was also irritated because Janeway reminded her disturbingly of Captain Jenkins.

"Right, your replicator rations are mine, anyway," Janeway took a perverse pleasure in defeating Seven in velocity.

"Then I have to disappoint you, I have no surplus rations at the moment."

Janeway's grin widened. "You want to wait until the rations for the next month are paid."

"Precisely."

"Well, then I should think of another prize," Janeway wiped sweat from her forehead.

Seven raised her ocular implant.

"You know the deal was that the winner, which happens to be me, gets the prize right after the game."

Seven sighed. She knew the Captain would not let it go easily.

Janeway thought furiously about what was of value on Voyager, but wasn't able to come up with much more than replicator rations and holodeck time, which she had enough of.

"A song."

"Captain?"

"The song you'll sing on the next talent night. I'll take it as prize," Janeway was victorious.

Seven looked at the smaller woman. "I have not planned to take part in talent night. I had thought about taking extra shifts in engineering."

"The day you win, you can choose your prize. As long as I'm winning it's my choice. So you're going to sing," with that Janeway took her towel and left the holodeck with a spring in her step.

Seven sighed mightily as she watched Janeway leaving. She really thought that she would win this time. She probably would have won if she hadn't been distracted for most of the time with thoughts about how similar Janeway and Jenkins were in demeanor. In fact she had been preoccupied since she had played the Doctor's holo-novel, which was two days ago.

Seven made a decision. The best defense is a good offence. There was only one way to overcome her distraction and guilt over the sinful pleasure she had received on the holodeck.