Geography

(in which Seven goes boldly)

By jeny_nour

The echoes still had the ability to rob Seven of her breath, "When we get to Earth, I'll take you there."

 She sought out Tom Paris, of all people, to bring up the topic discretely. “You are in a relationship of a sexual nature,” she stated. Oblivious to Tom’s reddening visage, the shift of his shoulders, she waited for confirmation.

He blinked and began to nod, but was cut off. “You have much knowledge in this area as well as with holo noveling erotic scenarios.” Tom’s brows rose, like two shuttles lifting vertically off a planet. He grinned. Seven wasted no time noticing, she handed him her PADD, “I have parameters and wish to ask a favor...”

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“Captain,” In Tom’s holodeck schoolroom, Seven announced, “I have brought wine and this cheese because this may be a dry subject. The Doctor informs me this is called reciprocity. And I appreciate your help, in this lesson plan review of Naomi’s geography lessons.” Seven announced efficiently, “We will begin with the Earth’s U.S region.....”

An hour and several glasses of wine later, a hot projection overlaid another map on Janeway’s torso, the high level of light washing her uniform’s colors to a flesh-tone.

Click.

Seven stepped back, frowning in disconcertion. “This slide is situated wrong.” She moved toward the Captain. “We shall adapt.”

Seven pointed, “Consider the tip of your head to be, let us say San Francisco. In California.” Kathryn glanced down, tipsy, and felt suddenly unrobed in the bright light. “Indiana would be— here. Yes?” The Borg’s feather-light touch, so unexpected, held Kathryn frozen a moment before realizing Seven was indeed in the process of unzipping her trousers. Was it the wine?

Click.

Hypnotized by Seven’s soft voice and the light which clicked from slide to slide over her, Kathryn felt her defenses drop. She allowed the Borg to take her glass, and heard, “Now. Shall we go to Indiana?”

Click.

Was now the time to submit? The Captain asked herself.

Seven’s voice took on more than an instructor role. “Ah, now we are at the state level. Good...” The touch overwhelmed her senses. Kathryn made her decision; she’d nearly lost Seven once. Kathryn’s heart whispered: Yes. Now. She too remembered that promise.

Click.

“Angel Mounds. Am I correct?” Seven ran a thumbnail down the side of Kathryn’s bare breast. Tilting her head as she did. Childlike wonder in the path she traced, making a return trip up the side of the other swell. The light of the projector seemingly the only thing keeping Kathryn from slinking into a puddle of desire at her Borg’s feet. ”I believe it is known as quite an historic site, no?”

She pushed her naked lover up against the map on the screen and calmly bit her neck...and hummed softly... Back home again in Indiana...

Kathryn sighed as she trembled, pinned there in the light, her words nearly a ghost on her own tongue, “Geography— it’s an interest that can last a life time.”