Decisions

(in which Seven cannot shut off her interior observations)

By jeny_nour

The two women broke away from each other, gasping. The sunlight

streaming through the tall workshop windows, suddenly a bit too

bright. Seven considered the state she kept putting the Captain in.

Was this prudent? Wise? All those meetings in the ready room. The

philosophical discussions in astrometrics. And now— this.

Aside from the distraction of her responsibilities to the crew, in

many ways the Captain is still mourning, but the past was becoming

just that for her. Consider where this might lead. Seconds go

quickly, when you let them: Was this relationship `stealing' the

captain's time? A new realization occurred: Your need to touch her

now cannot be stopped, Seven.

"I would like to paint you some day, Captain." She could not censor

such an illogical statement.

Janeway turned to Seven as she busied herself straightening her hair

and clothing, "You paint me every time you approach me, my darling."

She touched the Borg's face. "With you near I am a singular work of

art." A sad smile crossed her lips, "Shall we head back to my quarters?"

But walking side by side down the corridor the rational voice of

reason continued in Seven's head: You will embark on this `Romance'

with several certainties. One being that sadness and regret are facets

of this woman. But there will be unknown parameters for you yet.

Accept these unknowns? Abort this— liaison? Delay the decision but do

not lose perspective completely?

The sheets on Kathryn's bed felt as soft as soft her arms did. For

the first time Seven had the Captain fully unclothed. A fine woman

revealed at last. Seven blinked, realizing she was surprised. And

wondering at the novelty, being astonished by Kathryn's body.

"I have some bad news for you Seven."

The Borg withdrew her hand as it trailed Kathryn's inner thigh and waited.

"There'll be lots— more— between us now than only conversation. You

may find yourself, ohhh, laughing." (The captain pulled Seven's entire

length down on top of her,) "Screaming." (ran her short nails along

Seven's spine.) "Offering trades for top, as well." (closed one eye in

a wink) "If every thing goes as expected."

Seven's brow rose. Could I be devoted to this woman? Will I allow

myself this— indulgence? (A light touch sent a curious sensation

through the tip of her nipple.) She does feel for you, you know this.

There are no other decisions to be made. Decisi- (for a moment her

deliberations ceased) "Oooo, Seven—" Janeway moaned. Decisions.

Hours passed. Clinging sheets, sweaty limbs, positions attempted that

Seven had, as yet, only cataloged. Some not even archived. The

Headboard. Yes. With her Captain's toy. She archived that one as well.

"Hold on here, love. Now, lean back onto it. Yessss, Oh, Seven. Yes.

Like that. Move for me." Honeyed, sticky moist areas of skin to taste

and memorize.

"Pluuueze- Oh, yessss. Your hand too—-ohhh – Come for me, now…"

Was that the Captain or myself?

The answer was irrelevant.