Diversions

(in which the Captain partakes in one)

By jeny_nour

"Oh, Captain!" Seven sighed.

Kathryn's fingertips played rough with Seven's nipples as the

captain's mouth worked its way down that long alabaster neck, eyeteeth

grazing jugular.

"Oh, My…"

"Quiet." Kathryn growled. Her mouth full of clavicle now.

"Quiet?"

Kathryn touched a fingertip to Seven's lips, whispered, "You don't get

to talk, Seven."

"But, I—"

"—No."

Seven reached for the Captain's head, she gently wound her fingers in

Kathryn's hair, "Ooooh, just like that" came the captain's voice.

Seven felt the coolness of the air in the stalled turbo lift as her

bio-suit was slowly peeled away. The two shifted, Janeway spread wide,

Kathryn's mouth over the Borg's stomach, licked at her navel, kept

going. "Why- ahhhh- not?" the Borg asked.

"You've been bad." Kathryn said, down to business.

"Jamming the lift like this—obviously it was intentional…" Her words

trailed off, her hands, holding Seven's hips. gripped still harder.

Tongue darting between the V of Seven's legs. She felt Seven's hand,

in its own V, two finger here, two fingers there, and that dexterous

thumb, moving all on its own, maddeningly slow and random, till The Captain

nearly bit into the thigh writhing under her.

Then The Borg's began singing, in a high child's voice, like Naomi's,

"Hap-pee-Birth-day-to-you…Hap-pee-Birth-day-you—"

Captain Janeway opened her eyes to see her comm-badge on her

nightstand, emitting the young and cheerful birthday tune. Kathryn

found herself on her stomach, surrounded by too many pillows. Just

her. Alone. Again. For the how many months now? Her legs tangled in the

sheets, the quilt slipped half off the bed because there was no one

next to her to need it.

She propped herself up on both elbows, pushed her index fingers into

the corners of her eyes, then she wiggled deeper under the bedding.

Naomi singing. Over her comm-badge. That's where the birthday song

came from. The captain sighed.

She stared at the badge, "Thank you for thinking of me, Naomi. That

was very sweet."

"Nelix and I have a special breakfast waiting for you here in the mess

hall, Captain."

"On my way, Naomi. Give me a just a minute."

Janeway slapped at the badge and felt around the top of the night stand

with the flat of her palm, one was missing—again. She crawled out of the

bedding tangle, squinted at her chronometer. In the dimness she'd never

find the missing pip. She could call on Seven for some assistance. Possibly.

She thought again about the holodeck program, The Turbo Lift. Her

latest fantasy. A slight diversion.

But she knew even if she did finish with it, the dreams wouldn't stop.

No. Some needs were required met, had to be met, in the flesh.

Preferably, firm, statuesque flesh. She'd continue with the holodeck

project. But she'd find other avenues for her diversions. As a gift to

her self.

She stood up, and proceeded to dress for her birthday breakfast.