Title: Better Off Borg (Chapter 2)
Series: Star Trek: Voyager
Author: Singing Violin
Rating: M
Disclaimer: The Star Trek characters and universe are not mine. I'm just playing with them.
Summary: By request, a rewrite of my story "The Curse of Coffee," in which it is Seven instead of Chakotay that is imprisoned with a full-of-coffee Captain Janeway. J7.
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in the continuation of this story. The rest should come more quickly, as I have a few days to write. I did intend to let Aunt Kathy write this chapter (Chapter 2) for me, but after seeing her version, I came to the conclusion that I had not adequately conveyed to her my intentions for the characters. I have urged Aunt Kathy to publish her version as a separate piece, as I thought it was great writing, but didn't quite fit into my conception of this story. Huge apologies to her for whipping her around like that. Also a huge thank you both to Aunt Kathy and to Oystercatcher for some valuable feedback and advice. Writing smut, let alone F/F smut, does not come naturally to me, so please be kind!

As Seven's lips gently caressed her own, the captain immediately felt her body responding in a way she'd nearly forgotten. How long has it been since I've been aroused by a kiss? How long since I've been kissed in this way?

Instinctively, Kathryn exerted pressure, deepening the kiss, relishing the feel of the younger woman's mouth against hers. She felt liquid pool between her legs, the dampness filling her fresh undergarments. The fabric pressed gently against her center, urging her to further action. But this is about Seven, not me, she reminded herself, and reluctantly pulled away, her hand moving up to the side of Seven's face, her fingers caressing the former drone's forehead as she gazed into her eyes.

Seven seemed slightly alarmed. "Is there something wrong?" she asked nervously. "Was that...inappropriate?"

At that, Kathryn smiled. "No, Seven, that was..." Suddenly she had no words, and had to scramble for a response. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"I have been practicing," was all Seven provided.

Kathryn quelled her instinct to press further, realizing that Seven's private life was none of her business, and instead changed the subject yet again. "And how did that make you feel, kissing me?" She may not need to know the details, but she needed to gauge Seven's general level of experience and comfort before leading her into territory for which the blonde was unready.

Seven thought for a moment, then replied, "It felt good. However, I would like to repeat the experiment to document further results."

The captain grinned. "Of course." She then moved her hand to cup the back of Seven's head as they moved toward each other once again, and the second kiss was, if anything, even more arousing than the first. Kathryn stifled a moan of pleasure, not wanting to alarm the former drone.

Finally, Seven pulled away, seeming contemplative but also notably flushed. "My cheeks feel hot, but it is not an unpleasant feeling. My heart rate has increased considerably. Also, my biosuit is absorbing moisture between my legs," she observed. "But it cannot be urine."

Giggling slightly, Kathryn replied, "No, it's not urine. It's a form of lubrication your body is producing in preparation for sexual intercourse. Penile penetration can be quite painful if you're not wet enough."

The former Borg peered oddly at the captain. "You do not have a penis. Why would my body prepare for penile penetration?"

The captain sighed. "Because your body doesn't know the difference, Seven. Arousal is just that...arousal. In nature, arousal is designed to facilitate reproduction, but we are capable of using it for so much more. Just as our brains were designed to figure out ways of finding food and evading predators, we can use them instead to develop science and technology and create art. Our digestive system was designed to process essential nutrients into necessary energy, but we can use our taste buds to enjoy amazing culinary creations, some with no nutritive value whatsoever. Sometimes the unintended consequences of natural selection are quite miraculous."

"Show me," Seven ordered suddenly. "I want to know what I can do with this...sexual arousal."

At that, a grin slowly spread across Kathryn's face. "I was hoping you would say that. Would you care to join me in the bedroom?"

Seven nodded, and the captain rose from the couch, then reached towards the younger woman, ceremonially helping her to rise from the couch. Hand in hand, they traversed the short distance to the bedroom, at which point Kathryn motioned for Seven to sit on the bed, but remained standing herself.

"I'm going to touch you, Seven," Kathryn warned, "and I want you to tell me immediately if anything I do makes you uncomfortable, okay?"

"Agreed," answered Seven immediately. "However, I cannot imagine anything you would do that would make me uncomfortable."

"Just...keep it in mind," the captain pled. "I want to make sure you're okay. I don't want to traumatize you."

Seven opened her mouth to launch another retort, but Kathryn interrupted. "Also, tell me if you want something other than what I'm doing. Communication is key to successful intimate relations. I may hesitate because I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for, but if you're ready, let me know."

"I understand," Seven confirmed, "and I am eager to get started."

Grinning, Kathryn reached out to once again caress Seven's face, and as she did so, leaned forward and sprinkled kisses over her forehead and across her cheek. Finally, her lips landed on Seven's own as her hand trickled down Seven's neck and chest, settling on her ample bosom.

Kathryn began to massage Seven's mound, and as she flicked a finger across Seven's nipple, the younger woman shivered involuntarily and moaned slightly, pulling away.

"I think I might be ill," Seven stated, rather alarmed. "My muscles contracted and I shook."

The captain looked into the former drone's eyes and put a hand to her cheek once again. "Totally normal, Seven..." Then she frowned. "Unless the sensation was unpleasant?"

Seven thought for a moment. "It was not unpleasant. In fact, it was quite pleasant. Just unexpected. I have never experienced anything like it, except when my implants were malfunctioning. And that was...not pleasant."

Something occurred to Kathryn, and she lowered her hand to clasp Seven's own. "Seven, do you ever masturbate? Touch yourself for pleasure?"

"No," said Seven sadly. "I do not know how. Also, I have never had a need for such...activities. In the collective, they would have been considered irrelevant and inefficient. Pleasure of any kind would only distract from our objectives."

"Oh, Seven!" Janeway sighed, sitting next to her on the bed and drawing an arm around the younger woman's shoulders. "I had no idea...I mean, I should have suspected. But if this is too much for you..."

"Captain," Seven interjected, "it is not 'too much' for me; if it were, I wouldn't have asked you to show me. However, perhaps it is 'too much' for you? You seem to be crying."

"Oh!" exclaimed the captain, raising her free hand to her face and wiping away a tear she hadn't been aware of shedding. "It's just...it makes me sad, how much you've missed, what the Borg took away from you."

Seven raised her own hand to Kathryn's face, wiping away another tear, then clasped the older woman's slightly-wet fingers and brought them into her lap, meeting the other two hands that were already there. "We cannot change the past," she uttered sensibly. "So it is irrelevant. It would be futile to mourn what was not, when we can create what is to be. You can show me what I have missed, fill in the gaps. I can catch up. I am sure of it."

At that, the captain half-laughed, half-sobbed, then let go of Seven's hand in order to once again cup the back of her head as she leaned in for another kiss, this one more desperate than any of the others, as if she were trying to make up for lost time. With her other hand, she reached around Seven's back and stroked it lightly. She felt Seven shiver again, but this time Seven did not startle or stop. Kathryn took that as an invitation to continue, and moved her hand down from Seven's head all the way to her inner thighs, stroking lightly, her fingers brushing ever-so-slightly against Seven's center, just enough to feel the dampness there, matching that between her own legs. At the revelation of Seven's arousal, she felt another gush of fluid into her own undergarments, and rubbed her legs together slightly to alleviate her increasing need.

Meanwhile, she worked her other arm around Seven's midsection to settle once more upon her breasts, and as her fingers tickled Seven's nipples, she felt them harden under her touch. Moving her hand once again from the sensitive area, she captured Seven's torso with both hands and gently eased her over and down until she was lying prone upon the bed, all the while placing butterfly kisses across the ex-Borg's face. Kathryn then straddled the taller woman and, with both hands, began to massage her breasts in earnest. She was gratified to see that Seven had closed her eyes and appeared to be lost in the sensations of the moment.

Once again, she bent down to kiss the blonde on the lips, then trailed her index fingers down from Seven's nipples, tracing two parallel lines down her torso, then, as she approached the slender thighs, cupped them each in one hand while using her thumbs to explore Seven's vulva through her biosuit. Kathryn's own center pulsed against damp fabric as she felt Seven squirm beneath her.

She wanted to stop and check if Seven was still all right, but she felt the younger woman beginning to tense her muscles, and instead took one hand and rubbed Seven's clitoris vigorously while she moved the other back up her belly and to her buxom bust. As she switched between massaging each breast, she pressed firmly against the hardening nub beneath her other hand, and finally, as Seven convulsed, moaning, she reached around her back and embraced her with one arm, still using the other at her center to guide her through her very first orgasm.

As the eruption subsided, Kathryn finally released Seven's core and moved to lie next to Seven, propping herself up on one elbow and moving her hand back up to Seven's face, where she tenderly caressed Seven's cheek. Finally, Seven opened her eyes, and Kathryn smiled warmly down at her.

"Thank you. That was quite pleasurable," Seven commented, dazed and panting slightly.

"That," Kathryn answered, "was a clitoral orgasm. The easiest kind to achieve, and the most common. I'm glad you enjoyed it. You may want to try it by yourself at some point."

Seven looked up at her captain then, her eyes exploring her captain's face for the implication within her words. "There are other kinds of orgasms?" she asked incredulously.

Janeway grinned. "Yep, there are. Do you want to try for another? You'll have to disrobe."

Almost before the captain had finished speaking, Seven was already tearing off her biosuit, revealing her perfectly naked, slender physique. Kathryn gasped and resisted the urge to tell Seven how beautiful she was, because no doubt the former drone would find such subjective judgments irrelevant. Still, she drank in the sight with her eyes, and marveled once again at Seven's eager participation in this exploration.

Seven noticed her attention, however, and remarked, "You are pleased with my appearance."

Kathryn nodded. "Yes, I am, Seven. It is quite...stimulating to see you unclothed."

"Is that why your nipples are erect, your pupils are dilated, and there is moisture between your legs?" asked Seven pointedly. And, before the captain could answer, "Would you be more comfortable if you also disrobed, that I may touch you as you are touching me?"

Janeway coughed, considering only for a moment how to answer such direct queries. "Let me answer your questions in order, Seven," she began. "First, yes, you have noticed the signs of arousal; it is difficult to participate in these activities without becoming aroused. And of course, seeing your whole body adds to the effect, but it began when you kissed me."

Seven cocked her head. "Fascinating that a simple kiss can be so powerful. When I was practicing, I had no idea the effect it could have. I merely wanted to learn what I had seen demonstrated by other people and in holonovels."

"Yes, a kiss can be quite powerful, Seven," Kathryn continued, "but it isn't always. You have to be kissing the right person and in the right circumstances. Furthermore, different kinds of kisses can evoke different emotional and physical responses. Would you like to learn more about kissing?"

"Perhaps," answered Seven, "but first, since I have already disrobed, I would prefer to continue our previous direction of exploration."

"Good," answered Kathryn. "Me too." She moved towards Seven, pressing against her chest to ease her back into a prone position on the bed, but Seven caught her arm.

"You haven't answered my other question. Would you be more comfortable if you also disrobed?"

The captain shook her head. "Right. So, first of all, Seven, what I'm about to do is quite difficult, and nearly impossible in tandem. Since you are inexperienced, I prefer to demonstrate on you first, so that you may have the best possible experience...if that's all right with you." It was a lie of omission, but she couldn't imagine telling Seven the whole truth. In fact, she wasn't sure she knew the whole truth: all she knew was that the idea of fully participating at this moment made her blood run cold. It was one thing to give Seven something that had been cruelly taken from her by the Borg, and quite another to take a generous helping for herself. Besides, after what had happened earlier...Seven was reading her just a little too well for her own comfort. While she cared deeply for the former drone, she was also acutely aware of the drone's deficiencies when it came to knowledge of social customs, and was sure that, if she revealed any more of herself to Seven, intimate details would somehow find their way into the ears of people with whom she'd rather not share...people like her first officer...

She was startled out of her reverie by Seven's voice. "It is all right with me," Seven replied, "especially as it seems you would be uncomfortable disrobing at this time."

"I didn't say..." Kathryn began, flustered by the way Seven had picked up upon her subtle cues once again.

Seven interrupted, "You are making excuses. However, the actual reasons behind your hesitation are irrelevant at this time; I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. I am grateful for your help, and would not repay your kindness by forcing you into something you are not ready for."

For a moment, Janeway was left speechless by Seven's echo of her own words, but finally answered, "Thank you, Seven. Now, lie down. I'm going to give you a ride you won't forget."