Title: Better Off Borg (Chapter 4)
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 to Aunt Kathy for the beta of this chapter, and apologies in advance for any of her suggestions I ignored or couldn't fit in. Also, thank you to Oystercatcher for her continuing support and encouragement.
Seven of Nine felt the breath leaving her rapidly as she beheld, for the first time, her captain, unfettered by clothing or other adornments. Moreover, that captain was clearly aroused, as her pupils were dilated and her nipples were erect. She observed reverently as Kathryn Janeway discarded her uniform on the floor, threw the cleaning crystal into the water, and stepped gracefully into the bath.
As Kathryn entered the water, she seemed to melt into it; the tension immediately left her body and she threw her head back, relaxing, before finally, reluctantly, opening her eyes and meeting those of her astrometrics officer. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she uttered her invitation. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in."
Seven had to resist the urge to answer as if it were an order, reminding herself that the captain had been careful to specify that no orders were to be given here tonight. The "Yes, Captain" died on her lips, and she remained silent as she tentatively crept towards the bath and dipped her toe in, finding the water as pleasantly warm as she might have suspected, given Janeway's reaction.
Careful not to fall on top of the older woman, Seven felt her feet brush Kathryn's legs as she lowered herself into a sitting position facing her. Still, she could not take her eyes off the captain: so at ease, so happy: in fact, she believed she had never seen this side of the captain, and worried she may never see it again. She found herself thanking, internally, whatever deities might be responsible for the circumstances that led to this very moment.
They were silent for some time as the captain had closed her eyes again, presumably to focus upon the feel of the bath, and during those moments, Seven took the opportunity to observe the captain carefully. She noted that the arousal had not decreased with the calming effects of the bath; if anything, the captain seemed more in need of resolution than she had been prior. Her subtle movements seemed to indicate discomfort consistent with unresolved arousal, a sensation Seven had only just discovered and identified today, and found somewhat pleasurable, but she suspected, not for very long if left without an orgasm. Something occurred to her then, and she voiced her query. "Do you ever pleasure yourself in the bath?"
Surprised, but oddly unfettered, Kathryn looked directly at the former drone and answered honestly. "Sometimes."
"Please," Seven begged. "I would like to observe. I want to learn." In truth, she wanted to do to Kathryn what Kathryn had just done to her, but with her limited experience, she feared she would be unsuccessful, and was more comfortable continuing to observe and learn as the captain gave herself what she needed.
Janeway, on the other hand, had a slightly different idea of the situation, and was determined to let Seven participate, mostly because just the presence of the taller woman's naked body made not touching it nearly unbearable. Still, she realized that Seven may not be able to translate what was demonstrated on her to a situation in which she was performing the acts on someone else just yet, so she came up with another solution.
The captain leaned forward until she was nearly lying on top of Seven of Nine and kissed her deeply on the lips, her hands on the younger woman's shoulders. Then, suddenly, she flipped over to sit on Seven's lap, feeling the tickle of the former drone's pubic hair, regrown since most of her implants had been removed, against her sensitive buttocks. She wiggled slightly, feeling her center begin to pulse with desire, and grabbed for Seven's arms, wrapping them around herself and leading them to her breasts.
Taking the hint, the former drone began to massage the captain's bosom, paying particular attention to Kathryn's already-hardened nipples, which the blonde gently rubbed in a circular motion as Kathryn brought her own hands to where they were needed most. She knew Seven was watching closely as she took one finger and pushed it into her opening as she used the opposite hand to massage her nub. She drew her finger in and out as she pressed circles around her clit, all the while relishing the feel of Seven's hands on her mounds and Seven's crotch against her bottom.
Seven, for her part, began to feel now-familiar sensations resurfacing as the captain's muscular backside rubbed against her breasts, belly, and crotch. The taller woman found that the contact was quite stimulating, and moreover, her curiosity about the captain's techniques was becoming overwhelmed by a growing ache inside her, a need to touch the captain as much as possible, to increase Kathryn's pleasure as Kathryn had caused her own a few minutes ago. She felt a tingling between her legs and a warmth of pride in her belly as the older woman moaned softly and writhed in her lap.
While what the captain had told Seven about sometimes masturbating in the bath was true, she could not remember ever feeling this much, this quickly, in this situation. When she was by herself, it was a quick relief of tension, a necessary part of maintaining her human existence so she could focus on her duties the rest of the time. But now...with Seven's arms around her and Seven's hands on her and Seven's belly pressed against her back, it was as if a whole world of pleasure was opening up around her, and she didn't want to let it go.
So, she prolonged her suffering, denying herself a climax as she felt one building. Instead, she turned around again to face the younger woman, pressing herself into her companion's chest, breast against breast, her arms going around Seven's broad shoulders and her legs wrapping around Seven's legs. Her lips found the other woman's, and she moaned into Seven of Nine's mouth as she rubbed against her.
Then, she felt something she did not expect, a hand that was not hers reaching in between them, a finger that was not hers finding her core and entering her opening. She gasped for air but did not release Seven's lips as Seven deftly used the knowledge she had just acquired to cause Kathryn Janeway to experience pleasure unlike any she could remember. Seven's fingers explored Kathryn's vulva, alternately entering her vagina and exerting pressure on her center.
Janeway forced herself to hold on as long as possible, enjoying the feel of the other woman's body against and inside of her. She realied Seven was paying close attention to her biosigns and responding accordingly, altering her rhythm and pressure to match the captain's increasing heart rate and twitching muscles: creating a resonance of sorts, so that every sensation was heightened by Seven's touch in exactly the right place, in exactly the right direction, and at exactly the right time. I don't think the Borg had this in mind when they pursued perfection, but I'm appreciating it.
Slowly, heat spread throughout Kathryn's body, and suddenly, she could not hold back, and found herself nearly screaming with the force of the orgasm that was upon her. She shuddered against the younger woman, hungrily nibbling at her lips as her whole body convulsed and then collapsed on top of the former drone.
As she hugged Seven tightly, finally releasing her lips to let her head fall contentedly onto Seven's shoulder, the blonde drew her finger slowly out from Kathryn's vagina, causing a small aftershock in the process.
"Oh, Seven," Kathryn sighed. "You have no idea how much I needed that."
"I am glad it was sufficient," said Seven tersely, though the warmth of her voice and the possessive embrace of her arms elaborated for her. Meanwhile, the captain's reply filled her with a sense of pride at what she had just accomplished, along with a small ache in her belly that she identified as intense affection, and something more.
"I love you, Seven of Nine," whispered Kathryn as her eyelids began to droop. She wanted this moment to last forever, but she knew the water would soon grow cold and shock them out of their bliss. After a time, she reluctantly disentangled herself from the other woman and stepped just as gracefully out of the bath as she had stepped in. She then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, then held out another for the former drone, who also climbed out and onto the mat.
An odd sadness came over the captain as she wrapped the towel around the younger woman, hiding her complete beauty from view. She wondered whether she would have another opportunity to behold the perfectly-sculpted body of her protégé. Taking yet another towel from the dispenser, she began to gently massage Seven's hair dry, marveling at the glistening strands as they turned to matte. She knew they would shine golden again as the hair became completely dry, but at the moment, the hair was darkened by the moisture, and appeared almost brown as it fell loosely over Seven's shoulders.
It occurred to her that the younger woman was simply staring as she did this, but she couldn't quite bring herself to meet Seven's gaze. Was this the first of many encounters, or was it an anomaly? She knew under normal circumstances, she would never have considered it an option, but now that she knew how much she could experience, she wasn't going to abandon hope of an encore - or better yet, a standing appointment.
She couldn't contain herself. "You are so beautiful," she remarked, and her voice was both awe-struck and slightly sad.
Seven nodded. "I have been told so before, but only from you does it...affect me. Thank you." Then, almost as an afterthought, "I am pleased with your appearance also."
Knowing the former drone could not lie about such a trivial and subjective judgment, Kathryn was shocked at the admission. Not only did this younger woman allow her to feel alive in a way that she could hardly have remembered, prior to this day, but she did it willingly, knowingly, and eagerly. Seven found her attractive! Holding back tears, and not knowing what else to do, she once again embraced the former drone, and felt the reciprocation of Seven's arms once again around her shoulders.
"Come to bed with me," she requested impulsively, pulling away only enough to begin making her way towards the bedroom. Seven followed her into the room, but only stared as she replicated fresh sheets, then allowed her towel to fall to the floor as she made the bed.
Finally, Seven of Nine spoke. "You wish to continue our activities? Won't that necessitate another bath, and another change of sheets?"
Kathryn chuckled as she smiled sweetly at the former drone. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. I guess I'm not as young as I used to be. I was hoping we could just...sleep. I know you require some natural sleep now, and was hoping you could spend your sleep cycles cuddling with me."
Seven smiled back. "Of course. I would love to."
The captain then walked over to Seven of Nine and gently unwrapped the towel from her body, then used it to gently dab her dry where she still saw moisture. She then took the towel, bent down to collect her own, and disappeared into the bathroom to hang them to dry. She returned, still naked, and turned down the sheets, then gestured with her arm as an invitation to Seven to enter the bed.
Awkwardly - as she was not used to lying in a bed at all, let alone with another person - Seven scooted over to the side and lay sideways, curled slightly and facing the middle. Kathryn slipped in after her, settling herself inside the curve that the taller woman had formed with her body and drawing the covers over both of them. Although Seven had not in her memory shared a bed with another human being, she somehow knew to drape her arm over the captain's torso as the captain settled into her. It was a pleasant and calming sensation...cozy, she realized as she felt the older woman's muscles relax and detected a slowing of her respiration. She closed her own eyes then, and for the first time, looked forward to the dreams she might have while nestled with the woman she loved.