Astrometrics was silent apart from the occasional click of a Borg enhanced metal-tipped hand tapping against a console, entering data. Seven had abandoned her casual attire, favouring her purple biosuit over jeans for her work environment. Instead of talking to the Captain she had decided to drop the entire subject and cure this human 'holiday fever' that had temporarily assaulted her system. She did not need this thing called love, and apparently neither did Kathryn.
The door hissed open and the familiar smell of rose petals mixed with perfume washed over her, letting the young woman know exactly who had entered. She felt her body respond, tensing, before her mind could remind her of her 'cured holiday fever'. She could feel the Captains eyes roaming over her body and the butterflies in her stomach reawakened. She wanted the Captain to speak, wanted to hear that deep sensual voice call her name. Yet, still neither woman spoke, both not wanting to be the first to give in to their desire. The Captain took a deep breath and moved slowly forward, approaching Sevens back.
Seven then felt slender arms slip around her waist and Janeways slightly muffled voice caressed her.
"I'm sorry Seven. I acted stupidly".
Carefully, the Captain swept away the blonde hair covering Seven's elegant neck and gently placed a soft kiss on her spine. Seven gasped as heat rushed from the point of contact to down between her legs. She relaxed into the warm body pressed against her. Her resolve crumbled and she turned enveloping the older woman in a fierce embrace. Bending slightly the ex-drone met the Captains lips with her own and her tongue hungrily sought access to Kathryn's mouth. Kathryn's mouth opened, granting access and the two kissed passionately. Seven ran her tongue over the Captains', bringing her hands up to hold the firm jaw in place with her fingertips.
Suddenly, Seven withdrew, her mouth leaving the Captains, much to the older woman's disappointment, and pulled her body back. Janeway looked up at Seven, confused. She had only a fraction of a second to comprehend but by then it was too late. Sevens hand had made firm, undeniable contact with her cheek. The impact of the Borg enhanced hand caught her off balance, knocking her to the ground and she hurriedly scrambled to her feet, bringing one hand up to nurse her stinging face. Ok, I guess I deserved that. She thought, regretfully, reminded of how much she must have upset Seven.
Seven slapped her again, this time an expression, an equal mix of hurt and anger, covering her face. The Borg wasn't sure as to the exact reason why striking the Captain in this manner made sense, she only knew that it gave her pleasure and a kind of relief at expressing her innermost feelings non-verbally rather than struggling to find words. She raised her arm again but was stopped by a now angry Janeway's hand that had moved to intercept the blow, holding her wrist in a tight grip. It took only a moment for the ex-drone to notice the Captain was digging her fingernails painfully into Sevens exposed skin. She gasped in surprise due to this being evidence of the Captain starting to lose control of her emotions. The Captain had never been even slightly violent towards Seven despite the many times the Borg had acted in an aggressive manner towards her.
The Captain knew she was using unnecessary force in holding Sevens wrist and she quickly became aware that she was gripping so hard she had drawn blood. She was about to apologise when Seven retaliated, shoving Janeway roughly to the floor, pinning her there by straddling her waist, her arms were on Janeways shoulders pushing them into the ground. The Captains hair had come loose from the grip that normally held it in its uniformed state, and now the auburn waves cascaded around her face, framing her strong features.
Her midnight blue eyes stared up at Seven apprehensively, as her hands slowly traced the line of thigh muscle up, past Sevens hips finally stopping tentatively as Sevens waist. She was trying to read Seven, trying to determine if the young woman had forgiven her yet or was still hurt and upset.
Seven met her gaze with pale blue eyes that contained just a hint of a fiery spark. She couldn't deny that at the Captains touch, her body had ignited and was now shaking in anticipation but the fact remained she was still angry about the way she had been treated. With a cry of frustration the former Borg tore open the Captains uniform, shredding the 3 layers easily, revealing a black lace bra and a toned stomach. Without thinking Seven raked her fingers over the exposed warm flesh, scratching Janeway, gratified when the Captain half moaned, half cried out in pain. She undid the trousers blocking her access and slipped them off supple legs. Discarding the garment she repositioned so that one of her knees pressed hard into Janeway's centre. In response the older woman tried to bring her hands up to cup Sevens full breasts but was denied by the Borg. Seven placed both of the Captains arms above her head and kept them there with one hand.
"No, you can't touch me. You can't move unless I say so. Resistance is futile." Seven growled in a low husky voice. The thought of being dominated by Seven, sent Janeways head spinning. Want coursed through her, sending electric thrills running up and down her spine. This new forceful Seven was someone she could get used to.
The Captain felt Seven release her wrists but kept them still not wanting to disrupt what she had planned. Seven dipped her tongue into the hollows of her throat, tasting salty skin. She moaned quietly and bit hard at an elegant clavicle causing her lover to whimper softly. Seven moved lower, her lips tracing a path over the Captains flat stomach and the Captain rose up off the floor to meet her descending mouth. Her mouth settled over.
"Oh God" murmured the Captain as her hands clutched at the floor, back arching as the Borgs tongue moved slowly over her, stroking her firmly. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes, thinking it had never been like this before. Her other lovers hadn't been able to instil such heated passion inside of her.
She gasped as Sevens strokes quickened and then held her breath as the beautiful blonde brought her closer to ecstasy. Suddenly her hips stilled, pressed up to Sevens mouth as her orgasm consumed her. She cried out shocked by the intensity of it.
"Oh Seven, that was incredible." The Captain whispered, when her breathing had calmed sufficiently. When Seven did not respond she opened her eyes to find the Borg sitting cross-legged between Janeways knees, her thoughts far away.
"What is it Seven?" She asked sitting up.
"I did not mean for this to happen. You hurt me. The logical option was to avoid the matter and return the nature of our affiliation to its previous state." The Captains heart sank.
"Is that why you didn't want me to touch you?" she asked lightly, trying not to cry.
"Yes" said Seven simply, avoiding her gaze.
"Do you still want that?" she took the younger woman's hand in her own. "Seven?"
"No. I believe I want you Captain, however I can't be sure. Emotions are challenging." She stated a confused expression on her face.
"Well what does your heart say?" Seven looked surprised.
"I do not think with my heart Captain. It would be a futile exercise as motor functions and receptor areas are located in the brain. As ships Captain one would hope you had a better knowledge of human anatomy than that. People depend on you." A sly smile appeared on Sevens face. Now it was Janeways turn to look surprised. Had Seven just made a joke? She started to ask but was cut off by Sevens full lips brushing sensually against hers. She kissed her, her tongue caressing the older womans lips, slipping inside, over her teeth. Seven trailed her hand up one firm thigh as their mouths eagerly sought each other.
Seven's fingers entered the Captains satin folds and she marvelled at how wet the older woman had become. Tearing her mouth away from Janeways much to her captains disappointment she kissed a line down to her firm breasts. Her tongue traced the Captains nipple, swirling over the taut peak before covering it with her mouth. A deep groan emanated from the Captains throat and she started rocking harder to the rhythm of Sevens fingers. As she repeatedly plunged deep inside the her lover, feeling the warm fluids coating her fingers, she watched the Captains face intently. Her mouth was open and soft staccato moans escaped from between ruby lips.
Sucking intently Seven thrust harder and harder into her until finally her back arched and she screamed Sevens name as she came. Collapsing onto the floor of astrometrics, the spasms gradually subsided. She smiled up at the woman who had brought her so much pleasure. Her fingertips traced the outline of Sevens jaw and she realised how lucky she was to have found her soul mate. She would never let Seven go ever again.
"Computer site to site transport, my quarters." Her quarters materialised and she stood, leading Seven to her bed. Exhausted, she crawled between the sheets and motioned for Seven to do the same. Shedding her biosuit which was slightly damp due to having the Captain pressed up against it, she climbed naked into the bed. The Captain pressed close and rested her head on Sevens strong shoulder. Cupping one of Seven's breasts gently she looked up at eyes filled with love.
"I want to wake up with you every morning, Seven. You mean so much to me and I want to spend the rest of my life, even if it is going to be spent in the Delta quadrant, with you."
"I would like that also Kathryn. But I know that you will get us home." Seven smiled at her and kissed her gently before they both descended into a thick sleep.
The Captain woke with a start, her hand snaked out and relief flooded through her when it made contact with soft warm flesh. She sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to the sleeping individual beside her. Sensing movement the Borg's eyes flew open.
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"I need to regenerate. Is that acceptable?"
"Seven, this isn't the dinner table and im not your mother. You don't have to ask my permission to leave."
"I see," she tilted her head to one side as if pondering something, then continued. "So why did I do something wrong last time when I left?"
"You didn't. I guess I was just being insecure. Im sorry about that." The Captain said reproachfully. "I wasted four whole days that I could have spent with you"
"I see." The blonde pulled back the bedclothes and walked over to the bathroom. The sight of that perfect body made the Captains mouth water and she felt herself grow hot.
"On, second thoughts. Seven I order you to come back to bed".
Seven obliged and the Captain decided that pulling rank had its uses as they made love again, not stopping until not even Seven had the energy to move another muscle. As the cuddled afterwards, Janeway lightly ran her fingers through golden hair.
"Seven?"
"Yes?"
"Why a cactus?" she asked, as the thought struck her that it wasn't a very romantic present.
"You are the Captain. You are not allowed to fraternise with the crew. To get close to you I knew that I would have to endure great pain but I also knew that what my body needed, what I needed was inside that command mask of yours. To get to that, I had to get through the prickly surface. Like a cactus"
"Are you calling me a cactus"
"In a way, but believe me you are the prettier of the two."
"Oh yeah?" asked the Captain playfully.
"Yes, the Borg do not lie" replied Seven a hint of a smile besieging the tired face. She kissed her mentor lovingly, biting gently at her lower lip.
"Kathryn?"
"mmm..?" said Janeway sleepily.
"What are you going to do to Chakotay?" The Captain laughed, a full throaty laugh that caused goose bumps of delight to rise up Sevens skin.
"Don't worry. I'll think of something."
It was the day after shoreleave had ended and the entire crew was settling back into their work, including Chakotay. The Captain had wanted systems up to peak efficiency before resuming their course for home. Apparently she had been too busy doing important Captains work to keep up with Voyagers systems. Chakotay snorted, too busy sleeping with Seven more like. He bent down again and continued with his new temporary job. At least he hoped it was temporary.
As the ship glided in its orbit of the planet a figure in a spacesuit was visible on the hull, cleaning the titanium plates armed with a toothbrush.
The End.
Please review. I plan to do another story but since this is my first would like feedback on what i could improve and also what was good. Thankyou.