Seven had been in sickbay for 73.6 hours. She decided she was bored of the tedious routine of waking, eating, being told extremely pointless tales by the Doctor and then sleeping.
"Doctor, I wish to leave sickbay immediately" The Doctor looked up from the padd that he had been studying and sighed.
"Now Seven, you have put your body through a great trauma. It needs time to recuperate and what better place to do that than in sickbay?" He waved his padd around as he talked oblivious to Sevens vaguely annoyed expression.
"I did not put my body through anything, Doctor. The exploding console cause me to be injured, I played no part in it. Therefore I fail to see how punishing me by confining me to sickbay is appropriate. I will return to sickbay should I feel unwell" Seven got up off the biobed. A slight headache formed above her right eye. The Doctor scrutinized her closely. He supposed he had been lucky she had remained in sickbay this long. He relented.
"I want you to check in with me every morning and every evening for the next few weeks. I also advise you not to visit the planet but to remain on the ship."
"I will comply". Seven proceeded to the hydroponics bay. The slight headache turned into a throbbing pain that encompassed her entire forehead, but the Ex-Drone had better things to do than worry about it. The hydroponics bay was filled with shelves containing previously irrelevant tubs of oxygen and nutrients rich soil but now she had changed her mind on how useful this room truly was. Various plants were growing in the tubs, Neelixs' vegetables took up most of the space but Seven quickly located what she had come for. As far as the Captain was concerned, resistance was futile.
The Captain was in her quarters, curled up on her couch holding a large cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. She was wearing a pale blue silk robe over a night gown of a matching colour. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders. The ship hummed around her as her mind caressed the memory of Sevens ruby lips pressing against her own. It was meant as a parting gesture, an end to the issue, her Captains celibacy was supposed to be firmly back in place. But the Captain had not been prepared for the raging fire that had ignited in her heart at the touch of Sevens lips. She shuddered as her mind conjured up an image of an animated Seven kissing her back, exploring her mouth. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle the voracious Borg if the image was anywhere close to how Seven would actually kiss her. If she felt the same way Kathy. She quickly reminded herself.
Seven was stood outside the Captains quarters door, engaging in a rare activity for a Borg Drone. She doubted herself. The Captain had kissed her. That was a fact but the interpretation of humanity, Seven knew, was an are she did not excel in. was she correct in assuming that the Captain wished to copulate with her? Did she feel the same way about Kathryn? Seven considered the evidence carefully. In the Captains presence her heart rate and respiration rate increased accompanied by a rise in body temperature. You could be suffering from a disease, how do you know its love? Exasperated and most definitely confused she decided the only person to ask to get the answers she required was Captain Janeway.
The door chimed. Janeway reluctantly moved from the comfort of the couch. Opening the door, she laughed as it revealed Seven, dressed in jeans and a pale blue blouse, holding what looked like a cactus.
"Seven….what is that?" she asked still laughing. Seven didn't reply. The Captains post-laughter grey-blue gaze made her breath catch in her chest. Her silk nightgown dipped low enough to show Seven a perfect view of the Captains wonderful curves. Seven didn't have to think about it anymore. She wanted her Captain.
Seven pushed Janeway backwards into her quarters and set the plant on the floor. Janeway looked at her in surprise, she started to ask Seven what the hell she thought she was doing but stopped when Seven raised her eyes to the Captains. The desire she saw in those sapphire blue orbs, sparked a fierce quickening of her heartbeat.
"Seven….." she whispered, breathlessly. The ex-drone stepped closer, eliminating the gap between their two bodies. She could feel the heat radiating from Janeway and pressed her body closer still, wanting to feel her under her skin. Bending slightly, her lips made tentative contact with the Captains. The older woman slid her hands into Sevens' silky hair and gently pulled, pressing Sevens' mouth more firmly against her own.
She opened her mouth and gasped as Seven touched the tip of her tongue with her own. She bit Sevens' lower lip and delighted in the moan that escaped from the Borg. As their kiss grew in intensity with possessive tongues delving deeper, Janeway unbuttoned Sevens' blouse and pushed it off slender shoulders. It fell to the floor and Janeways' robe quickly followed it.
The Captain broke away from the wonderful kiss and stepped back to admire the view. She lifted a hand to trace the outline of Sevens' ocular implant, her fingertips danced over Sevens' flesh as they made a sensual trail down over her face and across the expanse of her chest.
"You're so beautiful Seven" she whispered.
Seven raised her hands to caress Kathryns' heated back as the Captain took an already hardened nipple between her fingers and squeezed. Hard. The Borg's eyes widened in surprise. She had had no idea that pain could feel….good. She suddenly wanted to know a lot more about making love with the Captain.
"Captain, I wish to remove your nightgown is that acceptable?" she asked unable to remove her gaze from the sight of the Captains' nipples straining against the thin fabric. The Captain smiled.
"Very". Soon they were both naked and the older woman noted how Seven was awkwardly trying to cover the remaining implants on her arms and left thigh.
"Seven…." Janeway paused unsure of how to continue. Remember Katie this is her first time. You are probably the first person to see her naked, she is bound to be uncomfortable…but maybe you should stop. The blonde woman noticed Janeways hesitation and gave a weak smile.
"I was afraid you would think of them as ugly because they would remind you of what I really am." The Captain took Sevens' hand in her own trying to soothe her
"Seven, I know who you really are". The Borg's head dropped and she stared at the floor thinking she should have known she wasn't good enough. The Captain cupped her chin and raised the deep blue eyes to her own.
"Look at me Seven. I KNOW, that you are a wonderful example of a human being. You are kind, intelligent, selfless and beautiful. I have complete trust in you, the drone that you were is gone, it's been replaced by a woman whom I love with every fibre of my being. I would die if you changed, you are amazing. You complete me Seven, and I couldn't imagine me life any other way."
A single tear escaped from the corner of Seven's eye and rolled down her cheek. The Captain brushed it away and brought her lips to Sevens' cheek, kissing it gently she wrapped her arms around the taller woman and felt strong arms return the gesture.
Seven felt like she finally belonged. This was love, and she found romance to be not so irrelevant as she had first thought. Holding the Captain in her arms signalled the end of all those nights spent alone in cargo bay 2, wishing she wasn't the freak who was feared by most of the crew. She had someone who understood and accepted her, made her feel human.
Janeway pulled away and looked at Seven through sultry eyes, a silent question hanging in the air. Seven nodded and the redhead couldn't stop the electric thrill that raced through her as she led Seven to her bed. Looking down at Seven, as the Captain straddled the beautiful blonde, she smiled. How many times have I imagined this and now my dreams have come true.
Shifting slightly, she pressed her thigh between Seven's legs and revelled in the moisture she found there. Her lips found Sevens and lingered lovingly, before slowly kissing her way down to her chest. She flicked an erect nipple with the tip of her tongue. Seven bucked and pushed her chest up against the Captains mouth, her hands moving to hold her head there in a vice like grip.
"Oh Captain", she moaned as the Captains fingertips closed on her other nipple. The sensation was almost too much for her to bear. Seven writhed under Janeways ministrations as the pleasant ache spread from her breasts to between her legs. Her mind desperately tried to take note of the entire experience but had to surrender to the flood of passion drowning her senses.
The older woman could feel Sevens body shaking uncontrollably under her own and knew the blonde urgently needed release. Smiling around the taut peak in her mouth she trailed the hand down from the other nipple across the flat stomach and stopped it just above the light blonde curls, wanting Seven to beg.
Seven was in despair, the Captains hand was so close to where she needed it, it hurt.
"Cap…Captain, I require your touch" Seven pleaded between gasps. The Captains voice was low and husky.
"Where, Seven? Tell me where?"
"Down, down, further down" Seven tried to manoeuvre herself onto Kathryns hand but the older woman had other ideas. Janeway slid her hand down one smooth strong thigh, not quite believing just how magical the sound of the former drone's staccato moans as they escaped from ruby red lips really was.
"Here, Seven?" she asked mischievously.
"No, please Captain, I want to feel you inside…please". She begged.
Relenting the Captain delved into Sevens satin folds, feeling her own hips respond as Seven's hips rose up to meet her skilled fingers. She caressed Seven's clit slowly, trying to drive her crazy, as Seven's moans became low and guttural.
"Captain, Oh, go inside. Go inside" Deciding the younger woman had begged enough, she entered her in one smooth motion, continuing to caress the hard bundle of nerves at the top of the lovers cleft, with her thumb.
Seven felt her body move of its own accord, synchronising perfectly with Janeways thrusts. There was no time to analyse only time to experience as her cortical node struggled to ride the pleasurable sensations attacking it, wave after wave.
Spurred on by the warm fluttering of Seven's muscles against her fingers, the Captain thrust harder and faster into the Borg, delighting in the musky scent that reached her. Moisture covered her hand and Seven started to chant her name. She felt the young woman's thighs spasm beneath her and watched as Seven climaxed. Her perfect features, frozen in a look of pure ecstasy, sent shivers dancing down Kathryns spine. She knew it was impossible for the younger woman to look more beautiful than she did in that moment. Her lips were slightly parted as the last moan escaped them and her hair formed a golden pillow that framed the face of an angel, eyes closed in divine thought.
Gently, the Captain withdrew her fingers and kissed Seven softly on her forehead. Gathering her lover in her arms, she realised her life had changed forever. No more could she deny herself this experience, the experience of loving, being loved and the happiness that accompanied it.
Seven squeezed Kathryn , softly mumbling "That was wonderful Kathryn. Just wonderful. I had no idea…." She trailed off, drifted off to sleep, her limbs entangled with Janeway's. The Captain closed her eyes, content.
Several hours later the Captain stirred, sensing movement beside her. She felt teeth bite at the pulse point on her neck, then again at her jaw. Opening blue-grey eyes she saw Seven propped up on one elbow, smiling down at her.
"Seven, What time is it?" she asked, not fully awake.
"01:34". Seven replied in sultry tones that neither woman could mistake the meaning of. Swallowing, Janeway brushed a lock of blonde hair from Seven's face.
"Why did you wake me up?"
"I wanted to thank you for last night Captain. It was….exquisite."
"Darling, you didn't have to wake me up. I need my sleep, I'm not as young as I was".
"I did, otherwise I believe what I plan to do would be classed as rape, which is against Starfleet protocol". Janeway laughed, loving Sevens direct manner. Growing impatient the ex-drone, silenced her with a kiss. Janeway melted as Seves's tongue slipped in over her teeth and caressed her own. She broke away gasping for breath, "oh Seven" she whispered, as her body pressed closer to the younger woman, hungry for her touch.
Pushing the Captain back, flat against the mattress, Seven lowered herself on top of her and placed her legs between the Captains. Heat radiated from Janeways centre causing Seven to groan in anticipation. Wanting to kiss her mentor there, she wasted no time sliding down the small, slender body. Leaning close, she inhaled the sweet, musky fragrance deeply.
The Captain looked down at the head nestled between her legs and moaned. The passion inside of her bubbled, waiting to erupt at the first touch of the Borg's tongue.
"Seven. God, Seven" she cried out as her lover stroked the length of her, trying to drink every drop of the sweet nectar the Captain produced. The stroked quickened as Seven became used to the feel of Janeway, causing her to grasp the sheet in a futile bid to keep herself grounded.
Flicking her tongue upwards she discovered the Captains clitoris, rubbing it roughly, she momentarily froze at the reaction it sparked. The Captain bucked severely and dug her fingernails into one of Sevens shoulder blades.
"Seven for God's sake don't stop." Janeway panted, exasperated. She complied resuming her stroking, alternating between circling the bundle of nerves and swirling her tongue in the copious moisture emanating from the smaller woman's opening, as she held onto the Captains thighs, trying to keep her still enough to minister.
"Seven. Yes. Fuck me. Seven. Seven. Seven." Janeway chanted reverently as she neared the edge. Seven bit the hardened nub feeling it tingle under her lips. Glancing briefly up at the thrashing Captain she noticed how the auburn hair clung to her face as sweat seeped into her hairline. Thinking it was most endearing and saving the image in her eidetic memory, she concentrated on pleasuring the auburn Goddess she worshipped so faithfully.
"Oh Seven. Sev" The Captain's words were lost as she came screaming out her pleasure into the night. Seven continued to lick her affectionately as the spasms subsided. Finally she crawled up the small frame before kissing the older woman slowly. Janeway could taste herself on full lips and felt heat coarse through her body again. Too exhausted to do anything about it she contented herself with another kiss. Seven settled down next to her and ran her fingers through her soft hair. Stroking it gently she nuzzled the Captains neck.
"I love you Kathryn" she breathed. The Captain turned to look at her then stopped breathing, shocked at the intensity of the love radiating from Sevens eyes. She loves me. She really loves me. Does she know we can't have a proper relationship? It could compromise Voyager. This is exactly why you shouldn't fraternize with the crew Kathy! She chastised herself. Or let them fuck you so wonderfully you forget protocol, another voice popped up.
Holding Seven close, her smell of soap and a hint of sweat rolled over her. The Captain started to cry softly, tears running over her face, as she finally realised the truth. Seven kissed them away awaiting the reply she knew was coming.
"I love you too Seven of Nine." She said liking the way the words shaped her mouth. Seven smiled. She was Borg. Never wrong. They fell into a deep slumber, as their hands intertwined.