STAR TREK: VOYAGER
What Comes After… Part
II
An Original J/7 Voyager Story
Ó2007 by Patricia L.
Givens
September 2007
Disclaimer #1: This
story is an original work of fiction set in the pre-existing universe of Star
Trek: Voyager. As such, many of the
characters and references used within belong solely to Paramount Pictures. I have borrowed them for the purpose of
creating this scenario and promise to return them unscathed, and smiling, as
soon as I am done. No gain, monetary or
otherwise, is expected from their use and no copyright infringement is intended
or should be inferred.
Disclaimer #2: All
original characters and storylines contained herein belong to the author. (Like
anyone else would claim them! ) This story may be archived upon request with
the stipulation that it must be posted exactly as it was written, with all
disclaimers intact.
Disclaimer #3: This
story depicts a romantic relationship between two women. Some scenes may be graphic but lovingly
so. If this bothers you then you can
take a flying fuck at a rolling jelly donut.
If you are under 18 please close your eyes when you see a dirty word
(Woops, don’t read the sentence before this one.) If this is illegal where you live then you
really need to ask yourself if it’s time to move out of your mother’s house…
Who To Blame: Thanks must go out to
Ky for coming up with all new ways to insult me. (Please notice that this story is almost completely
hyphen free.) As well as to Andrea for beating
the beta bush. Thanks to The Janeway/Seven Faction, The Voyager Conspiracy, Ralst,
Sazzy (For the inspiration), Beachbum because her stories are beautiful,
Traevlr for showing where the cool kids hang out, aw61 for getting me woefully
addicted to Motivators (I told you I would work the chin thing in there
somewhere!) and the multitudes of mailing lists I have found myself on. And thanks to GL Dartt… Just Because…
This is dedicated to Kristen (My Boo), for showing me it
really can be like this.
There is a potty mouth warning in effect. Sorry, it fit. (And yes, I blushed)
No furniture was harmed during the writing of this story,
but ‘dining room table’ took on a whole new meaning…
DAx =/\=
.
“She just reached in
and put a string of lights
around my heart.”
Chapter One: Coming Home
Seven of
Nine, former Tertiary Adjunct to the Unimatrix 01… was nervous.
It was not
an emotion she was familiar with, nor was it one she appreciated. She glanced down at the small form sitting
next to her on the shuttle.
Admiral
Kathryn Janeway was reclining back in her seat, her eyes closed as her breath
moved evenly through her delicately shaped nose. This was the woman who had braved the Borg
Queen twice and the most ferocious fighting sect in the Alpha Quadrant, to save
her.
She was
asleep.
Seven felt
her heart swell almost painfully as she watched her, wondering how perfection
could come in such a small package.
Reaching
out, she traced the noble jaw line and strong chin with her fingertips before
caressing her cheek.
“Like what
you see?” Janeway smiled, not opening
her eyes.
“No.” Seven replied evenly, causing the admiral to
blink and look at her questioningly. “I
love what I see.”
The older
woman gave her a shy, happy smile and leaned over to kiss her before closing
her eyes again. They would be in the air
for another thirty minutes, and then they would be home.
Kathryn’s
home.
It was a
place Seven had never seen before, but one she had wondered about often. What would it look like? How would it feel to be there? And, most importantly, how long was she going
to be staying?
It wasn’t
something they had discussed as of yet and it was that uncertainty that was
causing her apprehension. Since she had
parted ways with Chakotay, she had had little time to give any thought to where
she would live. She knew where she
wanted to be, with Kathryn. Startled,
she realized she had not yet voiced her opinion on the matter and decided to do
so immediately upon their arrival.
The shuttle
finally set down at Starfleet Headquarters where a hover car was waiting to
take them to Kathryn’s house. They rode
in silence. Janeway was in full Admiral
Mode and Seven respected it. Kathryn was
a very private person by nature and she did not want to add fuel to the already
out of control gossip mill that had surrounded her since their return to the
Alpha Quadrant four months earlier.
It was a
short ride and when the hover car pulled to a stop, Seven stepped out to study
the building before her analytically. It
was an attractive two story structure, constructed of deep red brick and
mortar. The front was lined with a
series of tall trees that blocked much of the view from the street.
The ensign
that had served as their driver pulled their bags from the vehicle and left
them at the door as instructed. When he
had gone, Kathryn took her hand and smiled.
She keyed the lock pad and motioned for her to go inside before she
grabbed up the bags and tossed them into the entryway. Closing the door behind her, she turned and
wrapped the tall blonde up in her arms, sighing contentedly before drawing her
head down for a kiss.
“Welcome
home.” She whispered.
The Borg
looked down at her, a soft smile curling the corners of her mouth. Gently, she rubbed the back of her fingers
across the admiral’s lips.
They were
interrupted by a chirping sound from the other side of the room. Janeway sighed and squeezed her one last time
before letting her go. “I have
messages. Let me go take care of them.”
As Kathryn
worked at her desk PADD, Seven slowly walked around the room. She ran her hands over the elegant furniture,
thinking how perfectly it fit Kathryn’s taste.
Some of the statues and mementos on the shelves were fascinating, while
others were familiar. She could remember
having seen them before, in the Captain’s quarters on Voyager.
Suddenly,
the sensation of finally being there broke through her calm and she felt her
senses heighten acutely. That was when
she noticed it.
Kathryn’s
scent.
It was
everywhere. The light, musky lavender
that she had come to know and adore permeated the entire dwelling, causing her
head to swim momentarily as desire sharpened within her. They had only made love once and her body
remembered the encounter perfectly, without the need of her eidetic
memory. She flushed hotly as she
recalled the feel of Kathryn’s hands on her body, of Kathryn’s lips on her
breasts…
Swallowing,
she felt her pulse quicken as her breathing became shallow. The sound of her own heart pounded loudly in
her ears as she walked over, coming up behind the smaller woman to wrap her
arms tightly about her waist and bury her face in her neck, biting lightly at
the pulse that beat just beneath the skin.
“Seven!”
The panic
in Janeway’s voice caught her attention and she glanced up. It took her a moment to realize she was
looking directly into the face of an attractive older woman who was staring
back at her through the vid screen. She
recognized the refined features immediately.
“Well…” Gretchen Janeway blinked several times as
though she was trying to clear her vision.
“I get the impression that a lot of things changed while you were
away. I can’t wait to hear all about
them. I think a visit home is in order.”
“I’m not
sure when we’ll be able to…” Janeway
began.
“Kathryn
Elizabeth Janeway!” Her mother raised
one finger at her. Seven was immediately
captivated, understanding from whom Kathryn had inherited not only her hands,
but her mannerisms as well. “Don’t you
even try to tell me you don’t have a
huge amount of leave saved up after seven solid years of service. I expect to see you here by the day after tomorrow. We’ll have a nice visit, just the three of
us, unless I can persuade your sister to come back from
“You don’t
have to do that, Mom!” Janeway rushed. “No need to bother her in the middle of one
of her exhibits. We’ll see you the day
after tomorrow.”
She said
goodbye quickly and closed the link, sighing as she turned in Seven’s embrace
to give her a dry look. “Not exactly the
way I imagined introducing you to my mother.”
“I
apologize, Kathryn.” The Borg leaned in
and kissed her. “There is just… so much of you
here…”
Janeway
broke off the kiss to catch her breath.
She looked into Seven’s eyes and it left her again when she saw that the
love there was darkened by an almost desperate desire. Need rolled off the younger woman like waves
of heat as her body shook with barely contained passion. Kathryn understood and she nodded almost
imperceptibly.
Seven saw
it and gave in to the emotions that were threatening to immolate her. She kissed Kathryn hard, pushing her back
against the wall as her hands came up to tear her sweater open, throwing it
aside as she reached for the belt at her waist.
Once she had it unfastened, she picked the older woman up and sat her on
the edge of the desk, pulling her slacks and undergarments off her legs. She stepped back just long enough to tear the
biosuit from her own body before sliding between her legs again and kissing her
possessively.
Janeway
wrapped her fingers into the Borg’s pale golden hair, freeing it from it’s
confinement as Seven’s lips closed on her neck, raising a trail of red marks as
she worked her way down to take one nipple into her mouth. Kathryn groaned as teeth bit down firmly on
her swollen flesh. She felt moisture
flood out from between her legs and gasped when the younger woman threw her
head back, her nostrils flaring.
In one
fluid movement, Seven slid her Borg enhanced left arm under Kathryn’s buttocks
and lifted her from the desk. She felt
strong legs encircle her waist as she slipped her other hand between their
bodies to tangle briefly in dampened curls before dipping lower to slide firmly
between the thickly moistened folds of her lover’s sex.
Janeway
cried out as Seven’s fingers rubbed briefly over her clit before burying
themselves deeply inside of her. For a
moment, they were both still as the Borg reveled in the tightening muscles
surrounding her fingers, then she began to move, lifting her up and back,
grinding against her with her pelvis as she controlled their rhythm with the
strength of her left arm.
Kathryn
wrapped her arms around Seven’s neck, moaning in pleasure as she gave up
control, letting the younger woman set the pace as she undulated her hips
against the fullness inside of her.
The
sensations were intense, the contact constant and sweet; the skin under her
hands slick with sweat as Seven’s muscles clenched with her exertions. Small grunts were the only sounds the Borg
made as she increased her tempo, lifting Kathryn higher before pulling her back
down. Her fingers flexed deep inside,
looking for and finding all the places that she had memorized from their first
encounter, playing her fingers over them, relishing the sounds of passion they
pulled from her lover’s lips.
“Dear… god…
Seven!” Kathryn began to shake uncontrollably
from the exquisite sensations the younger woman was creating within her. Her fingertips dug into Seven’s shoulders as
she whispered, “Harder… fuck me harder…”
The
vulgarity tore through Seven like a bolt of lightning. She pushed Kathryn back onto the desk,
leaning over her to capture a nipple between her lips as she used the lower
half of her body to thrust into her, bringing her thumb up to play across the
swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft.
Janeway
leaned on her elbows, her head thrown back as she cried out her pleasure. “Oh…god….Seven….oh…!” She closed her eyes tightly as the strongest
orgasm she had ever felt rocketed through her, making her grind her teeth
together and causing stars to swim in the darkness behind her eyelids. “Oh… my… GOD… SEVEN!” She knew she was screaming but she couldn’t
help it. Her muscles contracted almost
painfully and she hung there, caught at the very peak until the waves of
release crashed over her and she slid back, falling heavily onto the desk.
Seven
withdrew her fingers and slowly wiped them across Kathryn’s lips before kissing
her with a hunger that was not yet sated.
She glanced up, seeing the dining room table a few feet away. She picked her lover up and carried her over
to it, laying her down and spreading her thighs to bury her face between her
legs. She suckled the small bundle of
nerves ferociously, joyously, as she felt the delicious nectar flow down her
chin.
Kathryn
grabbed Seven’s head with one hand, holding her firmly in place as she used her
other arm as leverage to lift her hips off the glass tabletop. She was amazed when she felt another wave
growing within her even stronger than the first. Her body shook with the force of it as the
vibrations echoed out from between her legs, causing her toes to curl and roots
of her hair to tingle. When the crest
finally broke, she knew she was crying out loudly but she couldn’t hear herself
over the pounding of her own heart. She
fell back limply, closing her eyes as her head swam from the force of her
release.
She wasn’t
sure how long she was out, but when she came to her senses, Seven was resting
her cheek on her thigh as she gently kissed and nuzzled the tender flesh
between her legs. She laughed weakly and
stroked her lover’s pale golden hair.
“You are incredible.” She
whispered. Sitting up, she gently lifted
the younger woman’s face to hers with her fingertips. She kissed her softly, tasting herself and
saltiness of the tears that rolled unchecked down Seven’s cheeks. “Come here.”
She wrapped
her lover up in her arms and held her quietly as she wept.
“Will it…
always be like this?” Seven whispered,
her voice catching.
“If we’re
lucky.” Kathryn slid off the table and
pulled the Borg to her feet. “And you
know luck has always been a good friend of mine.” She could feel Seven’s need vibrating through
her body but instinct told her the young woman needed something much different
for her own release. “Come with me.”
She took
Seven by the hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom. Laying her out on the bed, she stretched out
next to her and linked one leg lightly through the long ones trembling beside
her. She kissed her gently, using her
lips and tongue to convey her love as her fingertips traced patterns across
Seven’s chest. She trailed them lightly
across the full breasts and the tight stomach, running them in between the
bands that crossed over her midsection.
When the younger woman was able to breathe easily again, she took one
nipple between her lips and rolled her tongue over it, feeling Seven relax into
the pleasure building inside of her.
Reaching
down, she ran her hand up the inside of one smooth, firm thigh, shocked at the
amount of moisture she found and by how far down her thighs it had
traveled. Kissing her way down the long,
lanky body, she moved her tongue slowly into Seven’s flesh, finding the ridge
of nerves that was swollen and distended.
She suckled it gently with her lips and tongue as the body beneath her
began to move.
Everything
was slow, sensual, exquisitely soft and loving and Seven’s hips moved in a lazy
tempo, keeping time with her ministrations as the passion built up inside of
her. It wasn’t long before she felt her
lover’s body go rigid, felt her hands tangle tightly in the sheets beneath her
and the soft sounds of a gentle release fell from her lips. Kissing the swollen flesh one last time, she
traveled back up Seven’s body to wrap herself around her.
“Thank
you.” Seven whispered, nuzzling the
auburn locks beneath her lips.
Janeway
laughed. “Thank you! That was quite an
ambush!”
The younger
woman flushed. “I do not know what
happened to me. One moment I was
admiring your furnishings and the next moment the only thing I could think of
was being inside of you. I apologize.”
“No,
no. You can ambush me anytime you feel
like it.” She tugged at the sheets,
pulling them up to wrap around them both.
“Are you tired?”
“I am
weary. It has been a very eventful
week.” She rolled them over so that she
could spoon the admiral from behind.
“But as it has led to a most pleasing series of events, I do not feel
that I can ever regret it.”
Kathryn
pulled the arm around her stomach tighter, relishing the warm skin that pressed
up against the entire back of her body.
“I regret that you were hurt. I
swear to you, I won’t ever let that happen again.”
There was
only a mumbled reply and Kathryn realized that her Borg had already
succumbed to her tiredness. Smiling
contentedly, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
* * * * * * * * * *
Seven of
Nine slowly opened her eyes, taking in the room around her as she shifted
slightly against the warm form in her arms.
Kathryn’s bedroom.
A small
smile curled her lips as she remembered the events from the previous
evening. Part of her had feared that the
admiral’s want of her would have been sated after their initial sexual
encounter. This was one of the few times
she had ever found pleasure in being wrong.
Her body
shook slightly as she thought of the passion they had shared and her nerve
endings cried out to be touched again, but she did not want to wake her
companion. Kathryn had sustained serious
damage to herself during the rescue and while the injuries had been repaired,
rest was still required to complete her recovery.
Instead,
she occupied her time by studying the objects scattered about the room. The small items that her lover found too
personal to store in the more widely visited parts of her domicile. There were many books on the shelves as well
as plaques calling out to various achievements.
The most incongruous item she saw was a small stuffed bear that held what
had to be a place of honor on the night table next to the bed. It was threadbare in many places and was
missing one of the buttons that were meant to represent its eyes. Reaching out, she touched it.
“You found
Boo.”
The words
were uttered in an adorably lazy voice and Seven looked down at Kathryn,
thinking her beautiful with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. “Boo?”
“Yes.” The admiral rolled them over and grabbed up
the bear, setting it on the Borg’s ample chest.
“Mister Boo, this is Seven of Nine.
She’ll be occupying your place for the rest of my life. Hope you don’t mind.”
The younger
woman looked at her curiously, making her chuckle.
“I used to
cuddle with Boo when I was a child. He
helped me relax and fall asleep.”
“Ahh.” Seven kissed her softly on the nose. “So now I am to be your ‘Boo’?”
“I
certainly hope so.” She put the bear
back. “If you want to.”
The Borg
heard the tentative note in her voice and squeezed her gently. “I do.”
She took a deep breath. “I would
like to stay here with you, if you will allow it.”
“Allow it?”
Kathryn lifted her head and gave Seven a long, sweet kiss. “I expect it.
We just have to figure out where we’re going to put your alcove. I think that corner over there is a good
spot.”
“It is an
excellent vantage point for watching me regenerate while you are reclined in
bed.”
“My
thoughts exactly.” She began to slide her
hands across Seven’s stomach lightly as she snuggled one knee between the
blondes pale thighs.
“State your
intentions.”
Kathryn
looked up at the beautiful face of her lover, aware of the change in
respiration that caused her perfect breasts to begin rising and falling more
quickly. “I think you know what my
intentions are.”
“Indeed.” Seven kissed her passionately, her lips
opening to allow the gently seeking tongue entrance into her mouth. At the same time, her thighs parted, allowing
the older woman’s knee to rest more fully against her tender flesh.
“Mmmm.” The admiral pulled away reluctantly. “As much as I would like to continue this, I
really need a shower.”
“Your
shower will wait.” The Borg said firmly,
raising one hand to cover her lover’s breast.
Janeway
laughed. “Why don’t you join me? I’ll wash your hair. It’s one of the small pleasures in life that
I would love to share with you.”
Intrigued,
Seven allowed her to climb out of bed and followed her into the bathroom,
watching closely as she turned the knobs and checked the temperature of the
water that ran down in a cascade from the showerhead.
Kathryn
pointed to a tiled bench in the corner of the large stall. “Get yourself wet and then go sit over
there.”
One eyebrow
raised, Seven did as she was told. When
Janeway stepped into the shower with her, she found herself fascinated by the
way the water moved over her body, gathering into waterfalls that fell from her
breasts in small torrents. She continued
to watch as her lover filled her palm with liquid from a dispenser and turned
to her.
“Ok, lower
your head just a bit.” Kathryn rubbed
her hands together and then slid them into the golden mane, using her
fingertips to massage her scalp gently.
“Oh.” The Borg took a quick breath, her entire body
tingling from the feel of those long elegant fingers playing in her hair. “That is… very enjoyable.” From her seat she was in the perfect position
to take a plump nipple into her mouth and she did so with great enthusiasm.
“Yes,”
Janeway breathed. “It is.” She continued massaging her hands through the
mass of golden hair even as she felt her back arch to press her breasts more
firmly against Seven’s questing mouth.
She found she had to focus intently on her task otherwise she would
cease moving altogether.
The younger
woman brought her other hand up and cupped the admiral’s left buttock, using it
to pull her closer. The combined
sensations did much to stimulate her desire and she bit down firmly on the
nipple between her teeth, making Kathryn gasp softly.
“I think we
need to get the soap out of your hair… now.”
She purred.
Seven rose
and allowed the water to flow over her until all of the suds were gone. Then she stood expectantly as the older woman
grabbed a bar of scented soap and worked up a good lather. When Janeway moved towards her, she began to
shake, anticipating the feel of the warm hands on her wet skin.
It was more
than she was ready for.
The beloved
hands and fingers moved over her, smooth and slick, creating a heat between
them that she would not have though possible without friction. They touched her everywhere, paying extra
attention to the nipples that were jutting out, swollen in their need, before
sliding around across her back and buttocks.
Finally, they moved around to the front of her body and slid between her
legs.
“Oh
my.” Janeway breathed, feeling the
slicker than soap moisture already gathered there. Losing herself in the feel of her lover, she
allowed her fingers to play firmly across her swollen ridge, encouraged by the
soft moans emanating from Seven’s lips.
The Borg
placed both of her hands against the shower walls, trying to hold herself up as
her legs became weak. When Kathryn
finally ceased playing and entered her in one smooth movement, her head fell
back against the wall and she groaned. “Yes… please… ”
The admiral
smiled, taking one nipple between her lips as her hand snaked around Seven’s
back to pull her more fully against her.
She felt the powerful hips start to surge and she lost all control,
devouring her breasts as she thrust faster and harder into the warmth at her
fingertips.
“Kath…ryn….” Seven was having a hard time breathing and
standing erect but she held on, not wanting to lose the exquisite feeling of
the slippery body moving against hers.
When her orgasm hit, it was hard and strong, sending her senses reeling
as she crushed her lover’s body to her.
“Oh…Kathryn…OH!”
Kathryn
didn’t stop. She felt the muscles around
her fingers convulse wildly, felt the strong arms around her tighten but still
she continued. “Seven...” She said in a wicked whisper. “I know you have one more for me… I want to feel you come again.”
Seven began
to shake wildly, Kathryn’s words doing as much to push her towards a second
release as her hands were. As she felt
it build, she brought her mouth to Janeway’s neck, biting down on the soft
flesh, leaving a red mark behind before moving to capture the older woman’s
lips. The kiss was hot, almost harsh,
lips pressed together in mutual need as Seven groaned her second release into
her mouth before sliding back down onto the bench, her body shaking as the
waves of pleasure moved through her and finally subsided.
“Do you
wash your own hair in this fashion?” She
asked weakly.
The admiral
chuckled. “For seven long years.”
The Borg looked
up at her, her intent plain on her face and the older woman had no time to
react before she was pressed up against the back of the shower stall, her legs
spread with Seven kneeling between them.
“Oh my
god!” She gasped as her lover’s velvet
tongue captured her bundle of nerves and two fingers slid smoothly inside of
her. She laid her palms on Seven’s
shoulders as the younger woman suckled her with wild abandon, her fingers
thrusting into the slick channel with a firmness that met her need and enflamed
it to new levels. She wound her fingers
into Seven’s hair as the Borg cupped her buttocks and pulled her hips forward
to meet her fingers, her tongue never losing contact with the hard ridge of
nerves that was singing with pleasure.
“Oh god… oh
god… OH GOD!” Janeway’s cries were
amplified by the close quarters and she wondered briefly if she was going to be
hearing from her neighbors but then decided she didn’t really give a damn as
Seven’s fingers found the spot within her that made her lose the ability to
think altogether. “OH SEVEN…YES!”
Seven
didn’t hear her. She was lost in the
movements of Kathryn’s body and the gentle feel of the water cascading down off
her back. But when the strong hips
bucked wildly and then began to shake uncontrollably, she knew her lover was
close. She thrust one last time, pushing
in as far as she could before she flexed her fingers strongly, feeling
Kathryn’s release as it flowed out and down her palm. Leaning back, she gently withdrew and brought
her fingers to her mouth, trying to lick the moisture from them before it was
washed away.
Janeway stroked
the blonde head gently. “I love you,
Seven.” She whispered, drawing the
younger woman up to kiss her passionately.
“And I love
you as well.” The Borg smiled. “I am glad that you convinced me to allow you
to shower.”
“I’m going
to need a shower to recover from our shower.”
She laughed. “Come on, let’s
finish getting cleaned up. I think I’ve
worked up an appetite.”
“Agreed.”
They
lathered and rinsed each other off, taking a few moments here and there to
tease each other in the process, before exiting the shower and drying each
other with large, fluffy towels.
The admiral
pulled on a silk robe and replicated another for Seven and then took her hand,
leading her down the stairs to the kitchen.
She ordered a pot of coffee and an omelette then turned to the younger
woman. “What would you like to eat? I’m afraid I don’t have ‘Nutritional
Supplement #18’ programmed into this replicator.”
“An
oversight, no doubt.” Seven programmed
in a small bowl of oatmeal and they sat at the kitchen table, both of them
enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over them as they ate their meal.
“You know,”
Janeway drained her cup and put the dishes back into the replicator to be
recycled. “We’re going to have to get
you some clothing appropriate for winter in
Seven
stiffened and looked away.
“What’s
wrong?” She sat down again and took her
hand gently.
The Borg
looked at her apprehensively. “What will
occur if your family does not approve of me?”
“Seven,”
She squeezed the younger woman’s hand.
“My family is going to love you.”
“You cannot
be sure of that. I was Borg. I cause uneasiness in most individuals.”
“Well, I
think you will find that my mother is not like most individuals.” She laughed.
“In fact, she isn’t like anyone else I’ve ever met. She won’t care what you were. All she’ll care about
is who you are now. And what you are to
me.”
Seven
looked into the blue gray eyes filled with warmth and love and allowed herself
to relax slightly. “I desire her
approval.” She leaned her forehead
against Janeway’s and sighed.
“I know,
love. I would feel the same way if we
were going to meet your mother.”
“If we were
going to meet my mother you would not be feeling anything at all.” Seven quipped, making the older woman laugh.
“You’re
developing quite a sense of humor.”
“I have
found it helpful when dealing with Starfleet Captains…and Admirals.”
Janeway
smiled and leaned closer, bringing their lips together in a rapidly deepening
kiss. When she felt Seven’s arms
encircle her, drawing her into a tight embrace, she broke the kiss off
regretfully. “As much as I hate to say
it, we have a lot of things to get done before we head to
The Borg
let out an exaggerated sigh as she eyed the aforementioned piece of
furniture. “Unfortunate.”
“I
agree. But I’m sure we’ll get around to
it eventually.”
Seven gave
her such a smoldering look of desire that she felt her knees go weak. Oh yes,
there’s no doubt that we will get around to it eventually.
They spent
the rest of the afternoon replicating outfits for Seven and sending communiqués
to various Starfleet personnel, explaining Janeway’s continued absence as a
decidedly lengthened vacation. The
information was accepted without debate, as she knew it would be. In truth Admiral Neyechev seemed pleasantly
surprised that she was interested in leave at all.
They still don’t know what to do with me.
Janeway thought to herself. Well, they will.
As soon as Voyager is space worthy again, they’ll know in no uncertain
terms what they’ll be doing with me.
She knew
that taking command of her vessel again would mean a demotion, but as it would
be her choice, it didn’t concern her overly much.
The last
call she made was to Tom Paris, requesting that he leave the now fully repaired
Venture dry docked at Fleet headquarters where Seven could access its alcove
safely from the transport station in
All of the
busy work done, she decided that it would be a good time to show her love a
little of the city.
She,
herself, enjoyed watching the Borg slide into a pair of pale blue jeans and a
black turtleneck sweater, her hair left down to gently blow about her face in
the breeze that welcomed them as they strolled leisurely down her block to the
slightly busier area of her neighborhood.
Café Pernod
was packed when they arrived, but the maitre de took one look at who was
requesting a table and ushered them over to the best spot in the house, a quiet
corner with its own window overlooking the bay.
“This is
quite pleasing.” Seven gave her a soft
look as she sipped the wine Kathryn had ordered for them.
“I’m glad
you like it.” Janeway smiled. She
realized she had been doing quite a bit of that lately, smiling, so much so
that the muscles of her face were becoming sore. Then again,
they could be sore for other reasons… She blushed at the errant thought, beginning to think
it had taken her very little time to become decidedly oversexed. But then, who could blame her with six feet
of blonde passion constantly within arms reach.
“What are
you thinking, Kathryn?”
She looked
up to see the Borg watching her intently, a small smile curling the corners of
her own mouth. Reaching out, she grasped
Seven’s hand and brought it to her lips, allowing her tongue to linger briefly
on her index finger.
“Kath?!?”
Janeway
looked towards the sound of the voice, her eyes widening as she took in the
form that had moved to stand next to their table. “Mark?”
She squeaked, and then cleared her throat. “Mark!
Hello, how are you?” She glanced
at Seven, noticing that the blonde’s countenance had gone from curious to stony
in the moment it took her to utter his name.
“Oh my god,
it is you!” He grabbed a chair and
dragged it over to their table to join them.
His gaze moved over her with frank appreciation. “You look incredible! What have you been doing with yourself? I’ve tried to get a hold of you more times
than I can count but you never returned any of my messages.”
“I’m sorry,
Mark. Things have been hectic at Fleet
Head Quarters lately; messages have a tendency to get lost in the shuffle.” She lied shamelessly.
“That’s
alright. I understand.” He glanced at her companion for the first
time. “Who’s your friend?”
“Mark
Johnson, meet Seven of Nine. Seven of
Nine, Mark Johnson.”
Mark looked
startled. “Oh… the Borg! The one you brought back from the Delta
Quadrant. I read about her in the
newspapers.” He turned to face Seven,
slowing the tempo and increasing the volume of his voice. “It’s nice to meet you. I hope you are finding yourself acclimating
to Earth easily.”
Seven raised
one eyebrow. “It has been difficult on
occasion, however, my auditory senses have not been affected.”
Janeway bit
the inside of her cheek, trying not to laugh at the redness that crept into her
ex fiancé’s face.
“Oh,
right.” He frowned for a moment as he
took in their hands, which were still linked together. “So… you two are…”
“Together?” Seven finished for him. “Yes, we are.”
“Well… that
was quick.”
“I would
not consider seven and a half years ‘quick’.”
The Borg informed him in a cold tone.
“Not nearly so brief a period as four and a half years.”
“Seven!” Janeway whispered before turning her
attention back to Mark. “Seven and I
have been courting for quite a while, longer than either of us knew actually. I guess you could say it was inevitable that
we ended up together. It just took me a
while to realize it.”
“She is
very stubborn.” The Borg said quietly.
Mark looked
from Kathryn to Seven and then back to Kathryn again, his face finally
registering that they were, in fact, a couple.
Shock and a great deal of respect were apparent in his features as he
studied the admiral carefully. “I guess
some things really have changed.”
“Yes, they
have.” She smiled at Seven and squeezed
her hand reassuringly. “And they keep
getting better all the time.”
That
brought a smile to the Borg’s face and Mark stared at her, transfixed as her
features changed from cold and forbidding to warm and loving in a single
heartbeat. He coughed slightly,
uncomfortable with whatever was passing between the two women. “Well, I just stopped in to pick up
dinner. I guess I should get going.”
As he stood
to leave, Janeway tore her gaze away from Seven. “It was nice to see you,
Mark. Give Melissa my regards.”
“Who? Oh, right.”
He flushed. “Well, we’re not together
anymore, hence the takeout.” He lifted
the bag a little sheepishly. “Maybe you
and I could get together sometime soon?
Talk about old times?”
“We’ll see.” She smiled.
“Take care of yourself.”
“You
too.” He hurried out of the restaurant
only to stop outside and gaze back in through the window. Neither woman noticed.
“You
enjoyed that.” Kathryn accused.
“I did not
enjoy him inviting himself to join us.” Seven retorted. “As for anything else I might have said, it
was merely the truth.”
“Maybe,”
She laughed. “But he certainly left
quickly.”
“That was
my intention.” Seven tightened her hand. “I do not wish to share you with him in any
manner.”
“You’re
being a little possessive aren’t you?”
The older woman said quietly.
Seven
looked her full in the eyes. “And if
“Point
taken.” Janeway smiled ruefully. “I don’t want to share you either.”
“I am
gratified that we are in agreement.”
Their
dinner arrived and Seven looked down at the angel hair pasta the admiral had
ordered for her. Picking up her fork,
she tried to keep the food on the utensil long enough for it to reach her mouth
with varying degrees of success.
“Here,” Kathryn
took the fork from her and glided it through the pasta before pressing the
tines into a spoon, using it to wrap the stands around the utensil tightly. She then raised it to the Borg’s mouth,
watching in fascination as the ruby lips opened to accept the food. Seven chewed carefully before swallowing,
then wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Incredible.”
“Yes, you
are.” Janeway said softly as she handed
the implements back.
Seven
blushed and smiled, following the admiral’s example until her pasta was
gone. The waiter came and took away
their plates, replacing them with a slice of cheesecake and a cup of coffee.
“You are
not having dessert?” The Borg asked.
“Later.” Kathryn said in a low, husky voice that made
the hair on the back of Seven’s neck stand up.
She
finished her cheesecake quickly and stood. “I am ready to return home.”
Janeway
laughed and placed her thumb on the padd the waiter had left, paying for their
meal. Outside, she took Seven’s hand in
her own as they strolled casually down the street to their house. As soon as the door had closed behind them,
she pounced on the surprised Borg, burying her fingers in her hair as she
caught her lips in a passionate kiss.
She broke away breathlessly several minutes later to whisper, “I’ve
wanted to do that since we left the house.”
“Then why
did we go out?”
Kathryn
ignored her as she pulled the sweater over her head, pushing her backwards
towards the stairs. Seven stumbled over
the first step and sat down heavily with the admiral ending up on her lap. The older woman continued kissing her as she
fumbled through the buttons on her jeans, stopping only long enough to pull
them off, tossing them into a pile with the rest of her garments and her
shoes.
Seven
stripped Kathryn of her clothing quickly before allowing herself to be pressed
backwards, resting her elbows on the steps behind her as she was kissed
senseless. She threw her head back and
moaned as the small, quick hands began to stroke the skin of her stomach,
playing across the metal bands before sliding up to cover her breasts. Fingers closed firmly on her swollen nipples as
hungry lips raised red marks along her throat.
She brought her own hands up to caress the smooth skin of her lover’s
back, her nails digging in slightly when Kathryn slid one smooth knee into the
wetness between her legs.
“And what
were you thinking about during dinner, my love, that you are so wet and ready
now?”
“How you
taste.” Seven said simply, sending a
shockwave of passion rocketing down Janeway’s spine. “How you feel against my lips, how you shake
when you achieve orgasm.” She paused for
a moment. “How you sound when I ‘fuck’
you.”
Kathryn
groaned loudly, moving her leg back to replace her knee with one hand, sliding
through the slick warmth she found there to enter her effortlessly. She brought her thumb up to play against the
swollen bundle of nerves as her fingers began to thrust firmly in and out. She drank in Seven’s moans with her lips,
tangling their tongues together as the Borg brought her own knee up between the
admiral’s legs. Whimpering, she began to
move her hips, matching the tempo and rhythm of her hand until they were moving
as one body, all muscle and ache and warm slick desire.
Seven felt
herself lose awareness of everything except Kathryn; everything except the
fingers and mouth that were driving her to the very edge of consciousness. She closed her eyes as she slid her hands
around the older woman’s buttocks, using them to pull the smaller form more
firmly against her thigh. She could feel
Kathryn’s peak approaching and held her own back forcefully, wanting to share
the experience with her completely.
When it
came, the ferocity of it took them both by surprise. A huge, crashing wave of all consuming
ecstasy slammed into them both, causing them to shudder uncontrollably as it washed
over them, leaving them limp and spent in each others arms.
They lay
that way for several long minutes until Kathryn began to kiss her way down the
long lanky body, stopping only to wrap her arms around her lover’s strong
thighs before lowering her face into the heat between Seven’s legs. The Borg cried out at the contact, her
muscles spasming at the touch of her tongue, her fingers wound tightly into
Janeway’s auburn hair as she tried to hold onto at least some of her senses.
It was
futile.
The muscles
of Seven’s back and legs stiffened and her vision darkened as the orgasm hit
her full force, the strength of it driving her head back as she cried out
loudly, “Kathryn….oh…Kath…yes….CAPTAIN!!”
And then she collapsed, her body twitching only slightly as Janeway
withdrew and climbed back up to kiss her softly.
“I’m an
admiral now, you know.” She teased.
Seven
returned the kiss weakly. “You will
always be my Captain.”
Touched
beyond words, Janeway gently kissed the red welts she had left on her lover’s
throat before stroking her hands down the warm body beneath her.
“Sto…stop.” The Borg gasped. “Do not move your hands… on me. Not yet.”
Kathryn
smiled. “Have I actually worn out the
Borg?”
Seven’s
gaze cleared immediately and she looked at her arrogantly. “Is that a challenge, Captain?”
Janeway
climbed to her feet and looked down at her.
“You bet your sweet Borg ass it is.” She laughed as she ran up the
stairs, calling down after her, “What you catch, you keep.”
The younger
woman was on her feet in an instant, chasing after her lover as she tore
through the house, heading for the bedroom.
Chapter Two: Family Ties
Kathryn
shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat of the hovercraft, the muscles of
her arms and legs aching as she operated the controls. They had transported from
Seven eyed
her with a small smirk. “I informed you
that you would be sore this morning if you insisted upon your course of action
last night.”
“Are you
actually saying ‘I told you so’?”
Janeway growled. “You didn’t seem
too adverse to my attentions.”
“I was
not.”
“You were
not what? Not saying I told you so or
not adverse to my making love to you until you passed out?”
“I did not
pass out. Borg do not pass out.” Seven looked out the window, watching the
snow covered farmland as is sped by. “I
was simply resting.”
“Ha!” Kathryn laughed. “Resting…yeah, right.”
“I am not sore this morning.”
The admiral
threw her a poisonous look. “Well…
You’re just… more limber than I am.”
“And
younger.” Seven mumbled under her
breath, feigning interest in a passing snow bank as Kathryn looked at her
sharply.
“You can’t
blame me, love. I had to get enough of
you to hold me over while we’re out here.”
The Borg
looked at her suspiciously. “Hold you
over? Explain.”
“This is my
mother’s house, Seven. We are not going
to make love in my mother’s house.”
“Kathryn,
you are forty six years old. Certainly
your mother is aware that you engage in sexual activities.”
“What my
mother is aware of and what I will risk her hearing, are two very different
things.”
“Then you should
endeavor to be quieter.”
Janeway
glanced over at the Borg, taking in her stubbornly set jaw and sighing. “I am not going to argue with you about this,
Seven. We just have to behave while
we’re here. End of story.”
“Unacceptable.”
She was
about to retort when she realized they were actually having their first
fight. Well, as first fights went, there
were worse things to be arguing about than the fact that your lover wanted to
spend more time in bed with you. She
slowed the vehicle as her mother’s house came into view. “We’ll talk about this later, alright?”
“Yes,”
Seven replied calmly. “We will.”
Kathryn
brought the vehicle to a stop outside of a two story, sprawling ranch house,
complete with porches on three sides and tall red barn half hidden behind
it. She watched the Borg with a small
smile on her face as she stepped out of the hovercraft and sank knee deep into
the snow.
Seven
reached down and picked up a handful, bringing it closer to her face for inspection. After a few moments, a wide, delighted smile
appeared and she began to wade through it, kicking her feet out to watch the
snow fly up into the air before slowly falling back to the ground. She stopped in place and breathed out hard,
watching as her breath turned into white smoke and grinning at the effect,
before looking up at the slate gray sky that dropped more flakes onto her face,
her smile only growing brighter as she blinked away the ones that caught in her
long blonde lashes. She turned her smile
back towards the hovercraft and Kathryn thought her heart would break at the
joy apparent in her features.
“Snow.” Her pink tongue appeared between her lips and
caught a falling snowflake, her smile never faltering as she felt it melt in
the heat of her mouth.
“I’m glad
you like it.” All thoughts of their
argument were gone as she watched her love trudge back and forth, leaving a
trench behind her as she went. She
hadn’t considered that this would be the Borg’s first experience with real, honest
to goodness snow. It was something she
had always taken for granted, but now, after seeing the affect it had on her
lover, she knew she never would again.
Finally,
Seven stopped, breathing hard as she looked around her. The white covered everything, from the top of
the house and the barn to the trees whose branches seemed to bow under the
snow’s weight. The air was crisp and
clean, harsh in her lungs as she drew it in but pleasant nonetheless. Smiling, she came around the small craft to
wrap her arms around Kathryn, sliding her chilled fingers up under the sweater
the older woman wore.
“Seven!” Kathryn squealed, twisting to try and avoid
the cold, metal tips of her left hand.
“You’re fingers are freezing!”
“Yes,
Kathryn.” The Borg leaned in and placed a
soft, loving kiss on her lips, a teasing twinkle in her eye. “It is wonderful!”
“It is
cold!” Janeway’s teeth began to
chatter. “We’re going to need to get you
some gloves if you’re going to be playing in the snow. C’mon, let’s get the bags inside. I’m sure mom thinks we’re crazy, tramping
around out here.”
Seven
reached down and picked up all three of the bags, ignoring Kathryn’s protests
as she trudged through the snow up onto the porch. She watched as the older woman stamped her
feet, knocking most of the wetness off her boots. She mimicked her movements, holding her
breath in anticipation as Kathryn opened the door.
Warm air
rushed out to meet them and the scent of wood burning in the fireplace invaded
her senses as they stepped inside. She
dropped the bags in the entryway as Kathryn instructed and then turned in a
small circle, taking in the house with wide, childlike eyes.
It was very
different from their home. Where the
“Kathryn!”
Seven
turned to see an attractive woman in her late sixties enter from the
kitchen. Her hair was the same auburn
red as Janeway’s, only shot through with strands of silver that lent to her
beauty instead of detracting from it.
Her frame, though slight, was straight, almost statuesque and she
carried herself with a grace that seemed to have been passed down directly to
her daughter. Her blue eyes were bright
and shining with emotion and her entire countenance seemed to radiate warmth
and welcome.
“Mama.” Kathryn shook the last of the snow from her
hair and moved quickly into her mother’s waiting arms. She stayed there for several long moments,
the elder Janeway rubbing her back and shoulders.
“You’re freezing! What is wrong with you two? You aren’t even wear