Title: Better Off Borg (Chapter 3)
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: Thank you again to Aunt Kathy and to Oystercatcher for their encouragement, and more apologies to Aunt Kathy, this time for this fic not living up to her expectations for these characters. Perhaps this chapter will be better than the last, in that respect (though maybe not, as it's taken some unexpected turns).
Feedback: All feedback is appreciated, especially if you have suggestions for the continuation of the story. Have you liked it so far? Hated it? Why? Let me know. To those who have already submitted requests: thank you, and they're in the queue, to be incorporated at the proper time.

Once again, Kathryn took a moment to admire the sight before her: Seven's creamy skin, the swell of her hips, the fullness of her perfectly-formed breasts that rose and fell with her even breaths. Ah, to be young again, she lamented ruefully, picturing how her own features sagged where the younger woman's curved gracefully.

Shaking the thought from her mind, the captain then focused upon the target of interest and drank in the beauty of that, too: the moist folds that comprised a delicate flower, heretofore untouched by human hands...and suddenly, she was overwhelmed by the return of a deep sadness at the life that had been stolen from her eager protégé.

Janeway scooted over until she was peering directly into Seven's eyes and searched them for any hint of regret, pain, or discomfort. Instead, she was met with the trust and love the younger woman conveyed in her own gaze. Placing a hand upon Seven's shoulder, she once again sought reassurance. "Seven, I need to know that you're okay with this. That you're not feeling you need to participate because I am your captain. I want to stress that it is perfectly okay to opt out, now or at any point later. I am not giving you orders of any kind."

At that, Seven sat up slightly, pushing against Kathryn's hand and propping herself up on one elbow. "Captain, I have already given you my consent, and agreed to let you know if that changes. Why do you insist upon asking me the same question multiple times, in multiple ways? It is inefficient...and patronizing."

Janeway physically recoiled at the accusation and struggled against a fresh onslaught of tears threatening behind her lids. "I'm sorry, Seven," she said. "In human society, sex often holds a heavy emotional context; people identify very strongly with their attractions and actions based upon those attractions, and historically, society has cast harsh judgment upon people who have used sex inappropriately. It is considered perhaps the worst crime imaginable to force...or even coerce... someone into sexual activity against their will. Even a murderer will look down upon a rapist."

Her voice lowered to a whisper as she startled herself with her next admission. "I don't know that I could live with myself if I thought I took advantage of you."

Seven sat up fully then and took her captain's hands into her own. "You eliminated my choice when you took me from the Collective," she pointed out as Kathryn fought to maintain her composure, "and for that I am deeply grateful. Also, I have never been particularly apt to follow your orders when I disagree with them." She paused as the captain chuckled slightly.

"If there is anyone on this ship whom you ought not to worry about coercing, it is I," Seven continued. "Besides, I have no experience of the societal judgments about which you speak. Since I did not grow up among other humans, I have not had those judgments instilled in me. Furthermore, from what little you have conveyed, they seem illogical and burdensome." She paused for a moment, noticing how the captain's lips were twitching and her eyes were beginning to overflow. "However, you seem deeply affected by them."

With that, she let go of Kathryn's hands and took hold of her face, using her thumbs to wipe away the tears now coursing freely down the captain's cheeks. "Perhaps," she concluded, "we ought to continue this at a later date, especially as we seem to be being observed."

The captain startled then, looking up to see a blurred but unmistakable large, male figure. Instinctively, she dismounted and moved to stand in front of him, obscuring Seven's nude form from view. She then steeled herself as she seemed to grow several inches in the transformation between woman and officer.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded through clenched teeth. She blinked to clear her vision, and relaxed slightly when she observed his reddening cheeks and flustered demeanor.

"You didn't answer your communicator," he pointed out meekly. "Neither of you. And you didn't answer the door either, so I let myself in. I was worried, especially after..." His voice trailed off then, but it was clear to what he referred.

Janeway was stunned for a moment until she realized that she was not wearing a communicator - she'd failed to replace it after she changed out of her soiled uniform, and for that matter, would have to remember where she put it - and in the meantime, Seven's had been discarded along with her biosuit, which had undoubtedly muffled the sound as it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Why they hadn't noticed the doorbell, she wasn't sure, but obviously they had been distracted, and the chime wouldn't be as audible from the bedroom as from the living area by the door.

She sighed, acknowledging his benevolent intentions. "Your concern is commendable, Commander, but this is a private matter and you're intruding."

Seven piped up then, rising from the bed to stand next to the captain in her full glory. "Captain Janeway was just helping me to achieve an orgasm."

At that, Chakotay nearly choked. "I see you've taught Seven how to tell jokes," he observed carefully, not wanting to believe the truth of the younger woman's words, despite the clear evidence supporting their veracity.

Kathryn contemplated for a moment whether to undeceive him, but opted instead to usher him as quickly as possible out of her quarters. "As you can see, we are just fine," she reassured him as she virtually pushed him to the door. She could see worry and confusion still etched on his face as he looked back at her, and it was only then that she realized he had probably noticed the traces of her earlier tears. Together with Chakotay's observations earlier in the day, after they were rescued, and Seven's undressed state and straightforward assertion of their intentions, she could imagine the whirlwind of thoughts going through his mind right now - and did not want to give him the opportunity to voice them.

However, she did need to make sure he didn't follow up on his concerns: consult the Doctor, perhaps, or, God forbid, Tuvok, about what he had seen today. So she mustered the last of her authoritative glare, then muted it with a gentle touch to his shoulder. "I trust you will be discreet," she stated, and from his reaction, she knew she'd conveyed a direct order, and he understood. His stance weakened and he nodded before leaving.

As the door closed, Janeway breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed back onto the couch, hanging her head in her hands and attempting to collect her own thoughts.

Suddenly the cushion moved slightly, and Kathryn looked up to see that Seven, still undressed, had sat down beside her.

"You are upset," Seven observed, "and I believe I understand why, now."

"Oh?" Kathryn answered, raising her eyebrows. "Do tell."

"You are afraid that the commander has judged you for your actions, or his perceptions thereof. Both earlier and now. You are afraid he believes you to have engaged in inappropriate behavior, and will disrespect you as a result."

The captain nodded. "Yes," she answered. "That's very astute, Seven. But it's not the only reason why I'm upset. You see, I'm afraid I'm judging myself as well." Unconsciously, she began to rub her own forehead with one hand, as if she had a headache.

"Captain!" Seven remarked, alarmed, covering Janeway's hands with her own. "Are you ill?"

Kathryn shook her head, chuckling lightly as she lowered their hands into her lap. "No, Seven, I'm just a little overwhelmed, is all. I'm afraid I haven't been myself just now. My behavior has been decidedly unbecoming of a captain." She squeezed Seven's hands for emphasis. "I'm so sorry."

"You do not need to be a captain all the time," Seven suggested. "Especially as it seems exhausting, adhering to so many illogical standards. And there is nothing to apologize for. I have enjoyed our time together. All of it. Also, I understand now that you were not being patronizing. I'm sorry for suggesting it. Your words were logical in the context of your own emotions and judgments."

At that, the older woman gave the younger one a watery smile. "Thanks, Seven." Then she leaned forward to kiss the former drone on the cheek.

Seven, however, was not content with the chaste gesture of affection, and turned her face towards the captain's, capturing her lips in her own once more. Kathryn, for her part, did not object.

In fact, as her body responded again to Seven's passion, she realized that at this very moment, she didn't care at all what Chakotay or anyone else thought of her. All she wanted right now was to finish what she started.

She pulled away and rose from the couch, then grabbed Seven's hand and pulled her up and back to the bedroom as fast as she could. "Come," was her only word, and Seven obeyed.

The tall blonde's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she once again settled herself on Kathryn's bed.

Janeway took her hands and spread Seven's legs, then moved eagerly to Seven's vulva, using her index finger to circle the small nub while moving her thumb through the folds, feeling the continuing wetness there.

For a moment, she hovered over her subject, leaning down to speak softly to her. "I'm going to penetrate you," she warned. "Let me know if it hurts or..."

"I am ready," Seven interrupted, her voice gravelly with need. "I desire your body inside of mine."

"Very well," the captain answered, and moved back to the apex of Seven's limbs. Palm up, she took her index finger and pushed it into the younger woman's vagina, feeling the tightness there and using her other hand to hold Seven's hip, steadying her as her muscles reacted to the intrusion.

The captain slowly began to rub her finger against the upper wall of the opening, feeling the roughness of Seven's G-spot against her beckoning finger. Meanwhile, Kathryn used her thumb to lightly stimulate the other woman's clitoris, and again, felt pride rising in her as Seven bucked against her, pushing her hand further inside and harder against her center.

"Oh!" Seven exclaimed as the captain inserted a second finger, increasing her pace as she did so. The former drone reached out her arms and grasped the bedding in clenched fists as waves of unfamiliar but decidedly pleasurable sensations washed over her.

As Kathryn felt the bump beneath her finger grow, she increased her pace once again. She moved the hand that had been holding Seven still towards Seven's clitoris so that she might stimulate both areas independently, and as she rubbed circles around Seven's nub and continued her motions inside the former drone, Seven began to moan with increasing volume.

Finally, her fingers were squeezed as Seven began to convulse, and a jet of clear fluid shot out from her urethra. The younger woman screamed as she soaked the older one and her bed.

As before, Kathryn kept contact, this time with both pleasure areas, as Seven recovered from her orgasm, sighing with contentment as she began to relax. When Seven had been still for a few moments, she reluctantly pulled her hands away and lay down next to the younger woman, pulling her into a tender embrace and kissing her cheek.

When Seven opened her eyes to see the loving gaze of her captain, she too reached out to reciprocate the hug. "Thank you," she whispered. She wanted to say more, but she had no words to describe what she had just experienced, so she hoped the two words she had expressed would imply the rest.

Then, she became aware of the dampness of Janeway's clothing and the wetness of the linens beneath her legs. Her eyes grew wide and she asked, "Have I urinated?"

Kathryn smiled. "No, Seven, but similar. This is what I was alluding to. You've ejaculated. In women the ejaculate comes out of the same hole as urine, and is stored in the bladder before it is released, so the sensation is similar. However, not all women ejaculate, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if this would work, but I was determined to try. I'm so glad you were able, and that you enjoyed it. That is, I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh yes!" Seven remarked. "However, we are wet. Perhaps we should clean up?"

"Of course," Kathryn agreed, "though there's no rush. I'm enjoying cuddling with you."

"As am I," Seven confirmed. "However, I do find being cold and wet to be somewhat uncomfortable."

Janeway sighed. "Yes, it is. Very well. Would you care to join me for a bath?"

At that, the former Borg's eyes lit up. "I have never taken a bath. Is your bathtub big enough for two?"

Kathryn gave a crooked smile. "I think we can fit." She hopped off the bed, then, and Seven followed her into the restroom, where the captain began to draw the bath. While Seven stood rapt, observing the tub filling with water, Janeway took the opportunity to remove the bedclothes and put them in the refresher. "I've been meaning to change my sheets," she quipped as she returned to the younger woman's side. "I guess I just needed a good excuse."

Then, in full view of Seven of Nine, Captain Kathryn Janeway finally disrobed.