STAR TREK: VOYAGER
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! J
) 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 whoo baby that’s hot as hell so if it
bothers you don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out! If your under 18, well…I honestly don’t
care. If this is illegal where you live,
please photocopy it 1,000 times and put it under the windshield wipers of every
car parked outside of City Hall. That’ll
get their attention.
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 completely
hyphen free.) As well as to Andrea and
Shawn 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, and
the multitudes of mailing lists I have found myself on. And thanks to GL Dartt… Just Because…
This story is dedicated to Kristen, for making me believe.
No red headed, hot blooded,
oh-my-god-her-voice-is-so-sexy-I-want-to-hear-her-come starship Captain’s were
thrown out of an airlock in this story.
(Sorry Ralst!)
This is as close to a PWP as I will ever get and it is in
honor of Swedentrekkie. (You asked for
it lol!)
To all that makes us unique!
DAx =/\=
.
"Science
is a lot like sex.
Sometimes
something useful comes of it,
but
that's not the reason we're doing it."
-Richard
Feynman
Seven of
Nine, late of the Borg Collective, was busy entering data into her console when
she heard the doors behind her swish open.
She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, telling her exactly
who it was. If that wasn’t enough, the
faint scent of lavender invaded her senses, making her hands tremor slightly.
“Captain.” She said calmly.
“Seven.”
The low,
reverberating voice sent an unexplainable chill up her spine. It was something that had happened for as
long as she could remember, but no matter how she tried, she had yet to figure
out why. “Was there something you
required?”
“No,” The
Captain came to stand next to her, an adorably lopsided grin on her face. “I just thought I would drop by and see how
things were going here in Astrometrics.”
“’Things’?” The Borg turned to look at her. “Could you be more specific, Captain?”
Janeway
laughed. “I just wanted to say hello,
Seven.”
“I
see.” She didn’t really, but considering
that it was something the Captain did quite often and it always succeeded in
evoking curiously pleasant sensations in her body, she wasn’t going to complain
about it. Then again, maybe the Captain
could help explain it to her. “Captain,
may I ask you a question?”
“Of course,
Seven, you know I’m always available if you need help.” She placed her hand on the Borg’s arm.
Seven
glanced down at it, wondering how such a small appendage could create such
large amount of fluttering in her stomach.
“I have become aware of certain reactions I experience in your
presence. I was hoping that you could
help me to understand them.”
“Reactions?” The Captain suddenly looked nervous. “What kind of reactions?”
“I find
that when you touch me, it causes warmth to spread from the point of contact
down into my abdomen. In addition, I
find my heart rate increases and my temperature rises exponentially. In my research into human sexuality, I have
found these to be the normal responses of individuals who are attracted to each
other. I was unaware that they could be
generated by members of the same sex, however.
Can you clarify this situation for me?”
Janeway
paled. You
just had to come to Astrometrics didn’t you? “This might not be the best time for
this conversation, Seven. We’re both on
duty.”
The Borg
flushed slightly. “Of course, Captain,
you are correct. Could we continue our
discussion later, after our duty shifts?”
The Captain
paused, trying to find a way to verbally extricate herself from the
situation. She had just opened her mouth
to respond when there was an explosion and the shipped rocked hard to one side. She slapped her commbadge. “Report!”
“A ship just uncloaked off our port
bow, Captain. They started firing on us
without provocation!” Chakotay’s voice came back to her.
“Red
alert! Battle stations!” Janeway glanced at her Astrometrics
officer. “You’re with me, let’s go.”
They
hurried out of the lab and sprinted for the turbo lift.
“Deck
one!” Janeway ordered.
The lift
had just begun to rise when the ship shuddered again and their ascent ground to
a halt. For a brief moment, there was
the sensation of floating before the lift dropped out from under them. Almost immediately, the stabilizers kicked in
and stopped their descent. From above,
there was an ominous creaking sound that grew louder. Suddenly, the ceiling of the turbo lift gave
way.
“Captain!” Seven slammed into her, pinning her to the
wall as one of the long beams from the upper shaft crashed through the roof,
filling much of the small space and completely blocking the door. The lights blinked off and the emergency
illumination came on.
Voyager
continued to be rocked by the assault for several long minutes until she
finally righted herself and the movement completely ceased.
“Are you
damaged?” The Borg was almost nose to
nose with her.
“No. I’m fine.
Are you?”
“I am
functioning adequately.”
Janeway
snaked a hand between their bodies, trying hard not to touch anything she
shouldn’t. Finally, she reached her
commbadge. “Report!”
“They’re gone, Captain. We managed to run them off but we sustained
heavy damage in the process. Shields and
weapons are down. Warp engines and
transporters are offline. What is your
condition?”
“Seven and
I are stuck in the turbo lift somewhere around deck eight. The stabilizers are holding. I don’t believe we’re in any immediate
danger.” Except,
of course, that you’re currently pressed up against the body that occupies most
of your dreams. Her little voice finished for her.
“There’s been a lot of damage to
that section, Captain. It’ll take us a
little while to dig you out.”
“Belay
that.” Janeway ran her hand across her
forehead. She was sweating. “We don’t know if they’ll be back for a
second run at us. Seven and I might be a
little uncomfortable, but we’ll survive.
Get the shields, weapons, and warp engines back online. Then you can worry about the transporters and
getting us out of here.”
“Aye, Captain. I’ll keep you informed. Chakotay out.”
“Well… it
looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a little while.” She said nervously. “Nothing to be concerned about, though.”
“I am not
concerned, Captain.”
The space
between and around them was so restrictive that there was nowhere for them to
move to. Nonplussed, she realized that
Seven still had her arms around her, pressing her up against the wall
protectively.
“You can
let me go, Seven.”
“Of
course,” The Borg dropped her arms. “I
apologize but there does not appear to be a way to improve our range of
movement.”
“I noticed
that.” God,
it is really hot in here. She ran her fingers through her
hair.
Seven
watched the Captain closely. She had
never been in the position to be this close to her before and she was
fascinated by the way the moisture from the older woman’s brow spread into her
auburn locks, creating little runners of dampness as her fingers moved through
it. She also noticed that the Captains
scent seemed to intensify until her head was swimming with the sweet smell of
lavender and soap.
“Are you
warm, Captain?”
Janeway
swallowed. Actually,
I’d say I’m pretty hot at the moment! “A little. It looks like the environmental controls are
offline.” She pulled at her collar,
trying to get some much needed air inside it too cool off her skin.
“You may be
more comfortable if you remove your jacket and over shirt.” Seven said innocently.
“Uhm… I don’t think I can manage that in the space
we have available.”
“Allow me
to assist you.”
Before she
could stop her, Seven reach up and unfastened her uniform jacket. She reached her arms behind the older woman
and pulled it down off her body. “How
does the over shirt fasten?”
“In the
back.” Janeway bit her tongue. The last thing she needed was to be stuck
breast to breast with the voluptuous blonde with nothing but a thin tank top
between them.
The Borg
did not seem to notice her discomfort, however, as she reached behind her neck
and unzipped the garment, sliding it in one fluid movement down and off her
chest.
“Is that
more acceptable?”
The Captain
felt her heart rate increase as the younger woman’s fingers brushed over her
now bare arms. “Uh…” She croaked.
“Yes, thank you. That’s much
better.”
Seven
looked above and around them, analyzing their surroundings. “I am sorry to report that there does not
seem to be an avenue available to us to improve our situation, unless you wish
to switch positions. I believe if I were
to lower my body to the deck, you would then be able to sit with at least some
level of comfort.”
“Where?” Janeway laughed.
“On my
lap.”
The Captain
blushed, trying to bring her arms up to cover her chest and hide the peaks that
had hardened at the Borg’s suggestion.
“I think we’re fine the way we are.”
“Very
well.” Seven took in the older woman’s
flushed appearance and the increase in her rate of respiration. She was also startled by the rapid dilation
of her commanding officer’s pupils as her gaze briefly passed over the Borg’s
body. “Are you feeling well, Captain?”
“I’m fine,
Seven.” Better
than fine. Her little voice snickered. Bet you never
thought this fantasy would come true did you?
“Since it
appears that we may be trapped here for an extended period, would now be an
appropriate time to continue our conversation?”
Janeway
groaned. The last thing she wanted to do
was to discuss human sexuality with the very epitome of it staring her in the
face. “What is it you want to know,
Seven?”
“I would
like to understand why I experience the sensations I explained earlier when I
am in your presence, especially since I have yet to experience them with any
other member of the crew.” The Borg
shifted slightly and her thigh brushed up against the Captain’s. A small gasp escaped from her lips at the
contact.
The older
woman was not immune to either the contact or the small breath that had washed
over her face. Her body reacted of its
own accord, sending her heart rate soaring as the area between her legs flooded
with moisture. “I’m…I’m not sure,
Seven.” She stammered slightly.
Seven
leaned her head to one side and studied the other woman. “You have beautiful eyes, Captain.” She mumbled as she took in the sight before her. Janeway’s body was slight yet well
proportioned. She found herself
captivated by the definition of her arms.
She had never had the opportunity to see them bare before. Her eyes finally traveled across the
Captain’s chest, noticing the hardened nipples that were very apparent beneath
the thin fabric.
“Seven.”
The Borg
was too fascinated to respond.
“Seven!” She repeated.
“Yes,
Captain?”
“My eyes
are up here, Seven.”
She glanced
up, flushing at the look of amusement in the blue-gray orbs. “I apologize.”
Janeway ran
her fingers through her hair again and took a deep breath, trying to keep her
raging hormones under control. “It’s all
right. But I think we need to focus on
our situation.
“Which
situation?” The Borg asked.
“The one
where we’re stuck in a turbo lift?” The
Captain gave her an odd look. “What
situation did you think I was talking about?”
“The affect
that we are having on each other.”
Janeway
panicked, pushing herself back against the wall. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Seven
looked confused. “It is clear that you
are suffering from the same condition that I am. Am I incorrect?”
“What
condition is that?”
“Mutual
attraction?” The Borg pressed closer,
noting the way the older woman seemed to shake slightly. “You are aroused.”
“What are
you basing that opinion on?” She said
weakly.
“Your
increased respiration, rapid pupil dilation, and increased temperature.” She glanced down. “As well as the other indications that your
body is exhibiting.”
Janeway focused
her attention on the Borg’s face and then wished she hadn’t when she saw the
pink tip of tongue run across full, ruby red lips, moistening them. “Seven, I think we need to stop talking about
this right now.”
“Explain.”
“It isn’t
appropriate.”
“What is
not appropriate? The conversation or the
sexual attraction?
“Both…
either… all of it!”
“I do not
believe refraining from speaking about the situation will make these emotions
go away.” She pressed closer, feeling
heat roll off the smaller body in waves.
The effect was intoxicating, as was the scent that suddenly drifted up
between them. “Is there something wrong
with the way our bodies are reacting to our proximity?”
A note of
uncertainty colored the Borg’s words and Janeway touched her arm briefly. “No, there’s nothing wrong with it,
Seven. It’s just… I’m not used to
feeling this way and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we have this
conversation at this particular moment.”
“Unacceptable.” Seven frowned. “I do not believe you will allow us to
continue this conversation at any other time.”
She leaned closer and breathed in deeply.
“Are you…
smelling me?” Janeway squeaked.
“Yes. You’re scent is very appealing.” She turned her head slightly. “Sweet… musky… slightly salty…”
The Captain
felt the strength in her knees give out and Seven wrapped her arms around her,
catching her before she slid to the floor.
It was more than her already ravaged sensibilities could handle. With a small sigh of defeat, she leaned
forward and offered Seven her neck.
The Borg
hesitated for a moment, and then nuzzled her beneath her right ear, her tongue
reaching out to lick briefly at the sweat on her skin.
Janeway
groaned. She wrapped her fingers in the
Borg’s hair, causing the pins holding it in place to dislodge as she pulled her
forward. Her lips met Seven’s roughly
before catching the lower one between her teeth.
Seven
moaned and parted her lips, allowing the older woman’s tongue to taste the
recesses of her mouth. Her arms
tightened around the small form in her arms, pulling her as close as
possible. The Captain felt hot to her
touch, and she slid her hands up under the tank top to caress the heated skin
of her back.
“Oh, dear
god, Seven.” Janeway breathed. “If you don’t stop touching me now, I don’t
know that I’ll be able to control myself much longer.”
“Then do
not.” The Borg whispered, sliding her
hands around to cup the small breasts before brushing her fingers across the
swollen nipples.
The older
woman shook violently, running her hands over the biosuit covering younger
woman’s chest. “How do you take this
thing off?”
Seven
reached to the back of her neck and undid the fastening. The suit immediately loosened and fell away
revealing the full swell of her breasts to the Captain’s eyes and hands.
With a low
growl, Janeway twisted them around until Seven was up against the wall. She lowered her head and closed her lips on
one nipple while her fingers closed on the other.
The Borg
groaned, her body going rigid as her breasts began to ache pleasantly under the
Captain’s ministrations. She slid her
fingers into Janeway’s hair and pulled her closer. The experience was intense and it only seemed
to increase as she felt teeth biting at her gently. Her mind tried to keep up, tried to analyze
every feeling and emotion that was flooding through her but it was no match for
the passion that was threatening to overwhelm her. Her last cognizant thought was to wonder how
the Captain’s touch on her breasts could cause such a significant response in
other regions of her anatomy. Then she
gave herself over completely, surrendering to the primal reactions of her body,
whimpering when the older woman slid the suit off her completely. She followed the other woman’s lead, pulling
the tank top off and dropping it to the floor.
The feel of
skin on skin made them both gasp and intensified the raw hunger between
them. Janeway pulled her lips away
briefly. “Did you want to sit down?”
“I prefer
to stand.” Seven gasped.
The Captain
laughed and plastered her up against the wall.
Her fingers trailed down over smooth stomach and warm metal to play in
the curls at the juncture of her thighs.
“Spread your legs for me, Seven.”
The Borg
complied; shuddering when she felt the small elegant fingers she had always
admired play in the moisture between her thighs. When the fingers closed on the small bundle
of nerves near the top of her cleft, her head slammed back against the wall and
she began to moan loudly.
“Do you
like that?” The older woman whispered.
“Yes,
Captain!”
Janeway
smiled around the nipple in her mouth.
“Let’s see what else you like.”
Slowly she slid her fingers downward to swirl around the Borg’s opening. In one, smooth movement, she entered her, her
own body reacting strongly to the warm velvet she found there. As Seven’s muscled clenched and fluttered,
she kissed her hard and then bit lightly at the pulse point beneath her ear. Bringing her thumb up, she caressed the
bundle of nerves as her fingers thrust in and out.
Seven felt
her hips respond, felt her body move of its own accord as she lost herself in
the rising tide of sensation that was threatening to consume her. She heard small, soft grunts coming from her
own throat and brought her hands up to rub softly across the nipples pressing
into her chest.
Janeway
froze at the contact, feeling a hot shock of desire shoot through her to settle
in her groin. For a moment, her head
swam and she lost focus of what she was doing.
Then she came back to herself and sped up her movements until they were
both grinding against each other wildly.
She could feel the younger woman reaching her breaking point and thrust
harder, finding a small rough spot that she hadn’t been able to reach
before. When she touched it, Seven’s
movements became stronger, more forceful, her moans more guttural. Finally the young woman cried out, shuddering
as her thighs closed convulsively.
“OH…Cap… Captain!”
Janeway
continued her movements, feeling the passion build within Seven again. She felt the Borg’s fingers dig into her back
and reveled in the slight pain as moisture flooded over her hand. The young woman shuddered hard and then
collapsed back against the wall, breathing heavily as the Captain withdrew her
fingers. She kissed Seven tenderly and
smiled at her. “Does that answer your
questions?”
The Borg
did not respond; she was too busy trying to catch her breath. When she finally recovered, she looked down
at Janeway with such hunger that the older woman felt her knees give way.
“Don’t look
at me like that.” She whispered. “I don’t have the strength to stand up and
deal with that look.”
“Then do
not.” Seven said again. She slid down the wall to sit on the floor
with her legs crossed. She lifted each of
the Captain’s feet and pulled off her boots, then reached up and unfastened her
trousers. In one movement, she pulled
them off, followed by her undergarments.
“Sit down.” She commanded.
Janeway
swallowed and lowered herself until she was straddling the Borg’s lap. She put her hands on smooth, pale shoulders
as Seven leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth.
The Captain
groaned, throwing her head back as the sensation ripped through her. She tried to be patient, to enjoy the feel of
lips, tongue and teeth on her but she was already aroused past the breaking
point. She took one of Seven’s hands and
slid it down between her legs.
Seven
breathed in sharply as her fingers were covered with moisture. She played in it, her eyes closed, even as her
mouth never left the Captain’s breasts.
“Go
inside…please.” Janeway begged.
Seven
complied, gliding two fingers deep inside as she mimicked the Captain’s
movements against the bundle of nerves outside.
As she began to slide in and out, the smaller woman began to rock her
hips back and forth, meeting each thrust with a powerful surging of her
hips. The Borg matched her tempo,
feeling her own desire rise again as she was ridden, delighting in the sounds
of pleasure that were ripped from the Captain’s throat.
Janeway was
lost in pleasure, all thoughts of the ship, of duty, of rank were gone as
desire, pure and primal, coursed through her.
She felt as though she was going to explode, as though the sensations
were going to overwhelm her and her body was going to be shattered into a
million pieces that she would never be able to put back together again. Her ecstasy grew until all she could hear was
her own breathing and the blood rushing through her veins. As she reached her peak, she wrapped her hand
around the back of Seven’s neck and pulled her forward into a torrid kiss,
moaning her release into lips slick with sweat.
Her body shuddered wildly and she felt her thighs clench and spasm until
she collapsed against the warm softness of her lover’s breasts.
Seven
withdrew her fingers slowly. Without
thinking, she drew them up and slipped them into her mouth, closing her eyes as
she tasted the liquid that coated them.
Janeway
gasped at the look of adoration present in the Borg’s features. When Seven pulled her roughly against her and
kissed her hard, she could taste herself on her lips and the thought of having
the young woman’s face buried between her legs sent tremors throughout her
entire body. She wrapped her arms around
Seven tightly, holding onto her as though she was a life raft in the sea of
emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
“Chakotay to the Captain.”
She shook
her head, trying to clear the fog from her thoughts as she reached for the
commbadge still attached to her jacket.
“Go ahead.”
“Everything all right, Captain? You sound out of breath. It must be hotter than hell in there.”
“Yes.” She tried to get her breathing under
control. “It is hot in here.”
“We have transporters back
online. We’ll beam you out of there.”
“Oh… uhm…
ok.” She thought fast. “Beam us both to my quarters. It’s a bit grimy in here and I’d like to
shower and change before I head up to the bridge.”
“No problem. Take your time. We have warp engines back online and have
resumed course for the Alpha Quadrant.”
Janeway
glanced down at the beautiful face still filled with longing. “In that case, I think I’ll take the rest of
the day for some R&R… if you have everything under control.”
“No problem. Enjoy yourself. See you tomorrow. Chakotay out.”
She quickly
gathered up their clothing as she felt the transporter begin to scramble their
atoms. When they rematerialized, they
were sitting in the middle of the floor in her quarters, still wrapped around
each other.
“Well,” She
whispered. “I guess we could both use a
shower.”
“Not
yet.” Seven smiled. “I appreciate you in your current
state.” She pushed the Captain backwards
onto the deck. “I wish to experience
with my lips what I have felt with my fingers.”
Janeway
groaned, loudly. As the Borg began to slide
down her body, she grabbed her arm.
“Turnabout is fair play.”
When Seven
only looked at her curiously, the Captain spun one finger in the air.
With wide
eyes, the Borg complied, lying on her back as Janeway settled upside down on
top of her. Lowering her head, she
buried her lips in Seven’s cleft, tasting the sweetness of her essence as the
Borg did the same. She wasn’t sure what
was more intoxicating, the nectar on her tongue or the feel of those full, ruby
lips moving through her intimate flesh to capture her clit between them. She decided it was a toss up and stopped
caring, losing herself in the body shaking so sweetly beneath her own.
