STAR TREK: VOYAGER
An Original J/7 Voyager Story
Ó2007 by Patricia L.
Givens
December 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. 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
please let me know and I will send you a detailed diagram of how to pull your
head out of your ass. If you are under
18 then take a girl to your prom… I guarantee you won’t regret it! If this is illegal where you live then you
really need to stop assuming that everyone else is going to vote so you don’t
need to.
Who To Blame: Thanks
must go out to Ky for uniting the hyphen and semi colon factions against me, as
well as to Andrea and Anne for beating the beta bush.
IMPORTANT NOTE PLEASE READ: The sketch of Seven is a homage re-work by my Chief Engineer of an incredible charcoal on paper drawing called “Afternoon Light” by one of my favorite artists, Rene Porter. No copyright infringement was intended and there was no momentary gain from its use. As such I ask that you please do not post it anywhere else as it was created simply as a visual for this story. If you would like to see the original and the rest of her incredible artwork, you can by going here: http://www.reneporter.com/. The Manip for "Voyagers" was done by the very talented ZoeAmory! Love ya babe!
This one is for Ky,
for the research and the name. (It’s pronounced ky-tane btw.)(Oh and if you
take exception with my explanation of the ship, sue me. You can find me in the book under “Ass, Kiss
My.”)(Damn it Jim, I’m a writer, not an engineer!)
No plastic cake
toppers were harmed during the writing of this story but they, and several
others we won’t mention, did get licked clean.
To all that makes us
unique!
DAx =/\=
Love is composed of a single soul
inhabiting two bodies.
-Aristotle
Chapter One: A Night
To Remember
Admiral Kathryn
Janeway straightened the jacket on her dress whites, smoothing down the lapels
as she checked the time again.
“Annika!” She called up the
stairs. “It’s 19:45 hours!! We have to be there in fifteen minutes!”
“Kathryn,” Gretchen
admonished. “Give the woman time. She wants to look her best for you, you
know.”
“Yeah, sis.” Phoebe winked at her. “If you hadn’t insisted everyone wear their
original uniforms for Voyager’s last
flight we’d already be at the reception!”
Janeway rolled her
eyes. “I know. I just thought it would feel more… fitting if we dressed the way we did for the
entire voyage home.” She looked at her
mother and sister with appreciation.
Gretchen Janeway looked very stylish in a black evening gown with a
modestly cut high neckline, her hair swept up and back into a gentle bun. Phoebe looked rakish in a tuxedo jacket,
complete with cummerbund and bow tie, finished off with a black miniskirt and
knee high boots. Her hair was pulled
back at the sides with silver combs and left hanging long down her back.
She had to admit; the
Janeway women cut an elegant picture tonight.
Her brows furrowed in
confusion as she watched Phoebe’s eyes go wide and her mother smile
gently. Following their line of vision,
she looked up the stairs and felt her heart stop dead in her chest.
Seven of Nine stood
at the upper landing, looking like a vision in silver and gold. She wore a low cut, strapless gown of
shimmering sunlight that was painted onto her every curve. It flared out at the knees, creating a small
train that flowed down the staircase as she descended. Her hair was down, one side pulled back with
a gold and silver comb while the other side was free to caress the alabaster
skin of her face. Her eyes flashed fire
and her full, dark red lips were curved into a deliciously wicked smile. “Has the expenditure of the time required
been adequately accounted for?” She
asked playfully.
“Nuh…” Kathryn felt as though she had swallowed her
tongue. She flushed red when she heard Phoebe
begin to laugh behind her.
“Nice, Katie. You really know how to sweet talk a
woman.” Her little sister teased.
The Admiral threw her
sister a venomous look before centering her attention on the beauty standing
before her. “You are radiant.” She breathed.
“There are no other words to express how you look tonight.”
Seven smiled shyly,
overwhelmed by the adoration in her lover’s eyes. She reached out and ran her fingers lightly
down the Admiral’s jacket. “You look
very handsome in your dress whites, Kathryn.”
The barest whisper of
a memory from their vid messages coalesced in Janeway’s mind, causing her to
grin. Leaning up, she captured the
Borg’s lips in a gently loving kiss.
“Ahem.” Phoebe cleared her throat. “If you two are done drooling all over the
carpet, we should probably get going.”
Seven tore her gaze
away from her beloved to glance at the other two women. “You both look very pleasing.”
“Thank you,
dear.” Gretchen placed an arm around her
shoulders. “You look lovely yourself.”
“Lovely?” The youngest Janeway snorted. “You’re going to have to have a security
detail follow her around, Katie.”
“I might at
that.” Kathryn laughed. Reaching out, she took Seven’s hand and led
them all to the hover-car waiting for them at the curb.
* * * * * * * * * *
The Grand Ballroom at
Starfleet Headquarters was filled to overflowing. In addition to the officers whose attendance
was required, every other member of Starfleet that could wrangle a ticket was
present. It wasn’t everyday you got to
see a fairly new vessel receive a vaunted place in the history books. It was also the first chance most of the
Fleet had to get close to the larger than life people that comprised the Voyager crew.
Even now, most eyes
were scanning the crowd and watching the door, waiting for the entrance of the
one officer most notably absent, the Captain of Voyager herself.
The wait proved to be
well worth it.
At exactly 20:00
hours, the entire hall went silent as the doors opened to admit Admiral Janeway
and her entourage. Seven’s arm was
tucked gracefully into hers and her mother and sister walked proudly behind
them. The silence continued for a few moments longer as all those present took
in the sight of the four gorgeous women winding their way to the center of the
room. As they reached the table of
honor, however, it was shattered by a loud chorus of clapping, shouting and
cheering.
Admiral Janeway
stopped and raised her hands, her trademark lopsided grin on her face as she
called out, “As you were… before you sprain something!” She glanced across their table to wink at
Harry Kim who had a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Ready, love?” She whispered to Seven. “Because here we go.”
They were immediately
beset upon by well-wishers, many of whom wanted holo-images taken and some who
even wanted autographs. The Borg smiled
and stepped back slightly to stand beside Phoebe and watch the Admiral work her
magic. She was all charm and grace,
paying attention to anyone and everyone who stepped up to her until, finally,
the crowds realized it was enough and they settled back to allow the four to
sit and catch their breath.
Kathryn pulled out a
chair for her mother, and then for Seven, smirking at Phoebe as she left her to
fend for herself. She nodded around the
table at the beloved faces of the people who she would always consider her
crew. Tom and B’Elanna sat side by side,
with Miral on her daddy’s lap. Next to
them, Harry Kim, then Tuvok and his wife T’Pel, then the Doctor, followed by
Ensign Wildman and Naomi, who looked overwhelmed to be sitting at the Admiral’s
Table. There was an empty chair
immediately to her left, presumably for her First Officer, but Chakotay was
nowhere to be seen. She found that she
wasn’t overly disappointed by his absence.
“So, Admiral,”
B’Elanna grinned at her. “Looks like
you’re a living legend.”
Janeway rolled her
eyes slightly. “Until the next great
thing comes along.”
“Looks like the next
great thing came right along with you.”
Tom smirked at the throngs of men and women who milled about their
table, all of them casting quick glances towards Seven. “I think the only thing keeping them at bay
is the fact that she walked in on your arm.”
“And that is where I
shall remain.” The Borg smiled
pleasantly; unaware of the hearts that broke all around her as she did so.
As the lights went
down, those left standing scurried for their seats as the tribute began. The Doctor was in his element, pointing out
every holo-image of his that was included in the slide show being displayed on
the large view screen overhead. The crew
of Voyager laughed, groaned and was
moved to tears depending on the scenes being shown. It was seven years of their lives, condensed
into a forty-five minute presentation.
And it was a
spectacle that none of them would ever forget.
When the lights came
back up, Admiral Paris stood beneath the view screen. He smiled at the crowd as his voice boomed
out across the ballroom. “Seven and a
half years ago, we thought we had lost Voyager. We mourned her and her crew, never knowing
that they were alive and struggling to get back home. We should have known better. We should have been aware that with Captain
Kathryn Janeway on the bridge, we would see our family and friends again.” The crowd began to cheer and he raised his
hands, motioning them to quiet down. “It
is my great honor to officially welcome Voyager
and her crew home, and to announce her commemoration as a
Everyone at the
Admiral’s table raised their glasses and the rest of those in attendance
followed suit.
“Now,”
Gretchen looked at
her daughter. “How did you get out of
speaking?”
Kathryn smiled. “It’s a reception, not a ceremony. I think they considered themselves lucky I
spoke when we landlocked the ship.” She
sighed. “They gave out the medals and
the commendations months ago. Tonight is
about showing the new face of Starfleet; all we have to do is sit here and look
pretty.” She smiled softly at her fiancé. “Something you do remarkably well.”
She flushed when she
realized she had said that in front of the entire table but aside from a few
well-intentioned snickers, her crew had the good grace to simply smile and
carry on with their conversations.
Dinner consisted of
filet mignon and lobster tails, the latter of which Seven refused to even touch
and their glasses were kept full of champagne with harder beverages being
served from the open bar at one end of the room. When the music began, Phoebe was quick to
point out that everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
With a deep sigh,
Kathryn stood and extended a hand gallantly to Seven. “May I have this dance?”
The younger woman
smiled and allowed herself to be led to the dance floor where they waltzed
together with such looks of devotion on their faces that it left no doubt in
anyone’s mind as to who exactly belonged to whom. They remained until the floor filled up with
other couples and then quietly moved back towards their own table. Halfway there, Seven excused herself and
Janeway continued back alone.
“Where’d Seven
go?” Phoebe asked.
“I’m not sure. She said she wanted to say hello to
someone. Ahh, here she comes now.” The Admiral placed her hand over her mouth to
hide her smile when she saw the person that Annika was leading towards
them.
“Gretchen, Phoebe, I
would like to introduce you to Tal Celes. Celes assisted me in the Astrometrics
lab. Celes this is the Admiral’s mother
and her sister.”
Gretchen rose
gracefully to shake hands with the young Bajoran, who then turned to face
Phoebe, who had also risen. Celes looked up at the taller woman, taking in the
flowing red hair and the soft grey eyes before blurting out, “Prophets! You’re Seven and Janeway combined!” It took her a moment to realize that she had
said it out loud. She blushed bright red
and excused herself, quickly heading to the bar where she ordered a shot of
anything strong enough to knock some sense back into her.
The Admiral broke
into laughter at her younger sister’s look of bemusement.
Seven ignored her,
leaning in close to Phoebe to state quite clearly, “I believe she considers you
to be a ‘betty’.”
Phoebe groaned. “I need a drink. C’mon, Katie.
Keep me company.”
Kathryn squeezed
Seven’s hand quickly and then fell into step with her sister. “So what do you want to know?” She asked with a smirk.
“What makes you think
I want to know anything?”
“Because I recognize
that look in your eyes.”
“Alright, let’s just
say I’m curious. What made Seven pick
her?”
“She’s a lovely
girl?” Janeway shrugged. “Grade three
senior analyst on Voyager, has since
received a promotion to Ensign planet side.
She has a good heart, she’s very loyal… why are we talking about this?” Kathryn gave her sister a pointed look. “Curiosity killed the cat you know.”
The Admiral’s voice
trailed off as her attention was drawn to the bar. At the end of the long table she saw her
former First Officer watching Seven intently.
The Borg did not seem to notice but Kathryn felt her anger rising at the
possessive look in his eyes. She started
when she felt a hand on her arm.
Glancing over, she saw her sister smiling at her gently.
“Don’t worry about
him, Katie. Seven is with you, remember?”
Janeway nodded
slowly, trying to reign in her ire. “I
know. I just can’t believe the
unmitigated gall of the man. To stand
there and stare at her like a petulant child who’s had a toy taken away from
him before he was done playing with it.
After what he did to her…”
Phoebe took her hand
and pulled her into a quiet corner. “Ok,
Mom’s not around and Seven is busy talking to Harry Kim. Why don’t you tell me what really happened
between them?”
Kathryn sighed. “He hit her, Pheebs.”
“What?” The younger woman’s eyes went wide. “When?”
“When she told him
she was leaving him to be with me. That
was why she left for Earth so suddenly.
That was why she was out there all alone when The Mark took her.” She noticed Admiral Paris motioning her over
to a group across from them. “I need to
go rub elbows. I’ll be back. Do not
tell Mom, Phoebe.”
Her sister nodded
absently. She watched Chakotay as he
noticed Kathryn move away. Squaring his
shoulders, he headed in Seven’s direction.
Moving quickly, she placed herself in his path, bumping into him
forcefully. She raised her hand as
though to wave it in apology and managed to catch the bottom of his glass,
upending it into his chest. The red
punch spilled down the front of his dress whites, causing a very noticeable
stain across both of his lapels.
Phoebe turned cold
eyes on the man, but her voice was light and friendly. “I’m so sorry, Commander. People really should watch where they put
their hands.”
The comment hit its
mark, causing him to grit his teeth in anger as he flushed bright red. Mumbling a response, he headed for the
exit. She watched him go, a small smirk
on her face.
“That
looked…satisfying.”
Phoebe turned around
quickly, her face reddening when she saw Tal Celes standing behind her. “Oh… yeah, uh… we had a little accident.”
“Accident?” The Bajoran smiled shyly, the ridges on her
nose crinkling in the most adorable way.
“All right.” Phoebe smiled sheepishly. “Maybe it wasn’t totally an accident. But it
did have the desired effect. Promise not
to tell the Admiral?”
“It would be against
Starfleet Regulations to withhold information from a superior officer.” Celes teased.
“But… I guess I don’t have to offer any information that isn’t specifically
asked for.”
The tall redhead
laughed, surprised at the Bajoran’s playfulness. It was very subtle, but it was there. She took in the deep chocolate colored eyes,
the cute little upturned nose and the long reddish auburn hair that fell around
the smaller woman’s delicate features. Damn, she thought, three cheers for the Borg’s taste in women. Smiling, she took
Celes lightly by the arm. “How about you
let me buy you a drink?”
The Bajoran allowed
herself to be led to the bar where she ordered a glass of merlot. Phoebe got herself a scotch and soda and then
smiled. “So I hear congratulations are
in order, Ensign.”
Celes blushed. “Yeah, I’m sure your sister had a good deal
to do with it, but at least they’ve stationed me planet side, permanent
assignment to admin at Fleet Headquarters.”
“Oh?” Phoebe looked surprised. “No wander lust for you?”
“Oh no.” The smaller woman laughed. “I’ve done my ship duty. I’m content to stay right here on Earth.”
“A woman after my own
heart.” She smiled at the light flush
that crept into the smaller woman’s cheeks.
“So what do you do?”
“I’m an artist. I have an exhibit going on right now at the
Brisbois Gallery in
“Wow.” Celes looked at her in admiration. “I’d love to see your work sometime.”
Phoebe choked
slightly, a horrible pick up line flitting through her thoughts. “I’m sure that can be arranged.” She saw Kathryn waving at them. “C’mon, I think we’re being summoned.”
She placed her hand
in the small of the Bajoran’s back as they headed to the Admiral’s table,
steering her into Chakotay’s empty chair as she took her own.
Kathryn looked over
at Seven and took her hand. “We wanted
to invite all of you to a dinner party at my mother’s house tomorrow
night. Let’s say 19:00 hours? It will be casual so no uniforms.”
“What can we bring?” B’Elanna smiled knowingly at the two women,
but kept her thoughts to herself.
“Just yourselves, and
bring Miral. I’m sure she’d love the
snow.”
Gretchen leaned
across the table to place her hand on Celes’ arm. “You must come as well, dear.”
The Bajoran smiled
shyly but nodded. “I’d be honored.”
Phoebe felt a moments
panic and then flushed when Kathryn threw her a roguish wink. She glared at her big sister silently,
ignoring the soft chuckle she earned in response.
Everyone around the
table gave their assurances that they would be in attendance and, as the party
wound down, they began to take their leave.
Kathryn offered Seven
her arm to escort her out. “We’re going
to stay here in town tonight, Mom. We’ll
be out at the farm in the morning. I’ll
get you and Pheebs an escort back to the transport station.”
“Thank you,
Kathryn.” Her mother stood. “Can we offer you a ride to the station,
Celes?”
“That would be
wonderful, thank you Mrs. Janeway.”
“You can just call me
Gretchen, dear.” She took the Bajoran by
the arm and led her away, chatting with her as they went. Phoebe sighed and shook her head as she
hurried to catch up with them.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Kathryn and Seven
were both quiet during the ride home, each lost in their own thoughts, small,
matching smiles on their faces. When
they were safely locked behind the door of their home, the Admiral turned into
the welcoming arms of her lover with a sigh.
“Kathryn,” Seven ran
her hands down the back of the immaculate uniform. “Everything will be fine.”
Janeway smiled into
the long elegant neck. “You’re here with
me; we’re engaged, soon to be married.
What more could I want?”
“A vessel.” The Borg replied calmly. “You will acquire one.”
“Mmm.” The Admiral’s lips found the pulse beating in
her throat.
Seven smiled. “Should I speculate as to the purpose behind
our remaining in the city this evening?”
“I have had to sit
next to you, looking like this, all night.
There is no way I could be expected to be quiet. All I’ve been able to think about is what you
have on under this dress.”
Smiling, the blonde
took her hand and led her up the stairs.
Closing the bedroom door behind them, she stood, trembling, as Kathryn
ran small, loving hands across her shoulders and down her arms. Sliding a hand behind the Borg’s neck, she
pulled gently, bringing the full lips down to catch them in a powerful kiss,
her tongue sliding between them to taste the champagne flavored recesses of her
mouth. Dropping her fingers, she found
the zipper hidden in the back of the gown and pulled it down, slipping her
hands inside to peel the garment off the voluptuous curves of her partner.
The dress fell away,
leaving six feet of perfect pale skin shimmering in the moonlight streaming in
from the window.
“Nothing…” Kathryn
breathed with a smile.
“There was no space
for anything other than myself.” Seven
stepped out of her sandals as her fingers opened the Admiral’s jacket, her
fingertips grazing over the already erect nipples as she pushed it off the
smaller woman’s shoulders and onto the floor.
She had to focus on her breathing as Kathryn’s hands roamed across her
hips to cup her buttocks. “Let me…
finish.” She panted as she felt the
small quick fingers slide down the crease to brush over her puckered
orifice.
“I can’t wait that
long.” Janeway turned her and pushed her back onto the bed. Wearing her dress shirt and slacks, she
climbed on top of the younger woman, pressing her back into the bed as her lips
traveled down her chest to take one swollen nipple between her teeth. “I need to taste you…now.” She growled.
Seven gasped, her
thighs falling open as Kathryn kissed her way down the Borg’s stomach, stopping
only to lick lightly between the bands of her implants before nuzzling her face
in the blonde thatch of hair between her legs.
Seven was already wet, her scent pervasive, and Kathryn lost herself in
it. For a moment, she merely lay with
her cheek against the Borg’s thigh, breathing in deeply. Then she lifted the glorious weight of those
long, slender legs over her shoulders and buried her face between them. Grabbing onto Seven’s hips, she pulled
forward roughly, holding them firmly as her tongue and teeth found the swollen
ridge of her desire. Drawing it into her
mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, sucking on it hard as Seven shivered
above her. Bringing her hand up, she
played in the wetness surrounding the blonde’s opening, teasing her mercilessly
by only inserting the tip of her fingers before pulling them back out to play outside
yet again.
“Kathryn…” Seven begged.
“Please….”
“Talk to me.” Janeway commanded. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to touch
me…”
“How do you want me
to touch you?”
“I want….” She could hear Seven swallow. “I want you inside me. I want…”
“You want…” Her tongue never stopped moving, never
stopped teasing.
“I want you to take
me… hard. Now… please, Kathryn… please…”
Smiling wickedly, she
slid two fingers deep inside the wet channel, moaning when muscles clutched at them
with smooth velvet strength. She thrust
slowly at first, reveling in the small whimpers from the woman she adored. Then she quickened her pace, keeping time
with the wildly undulating hips as her tongue danced over the engorged bundle
of nerves she held firmly between her lips.
“How does that
feel?” She bent her fingers deep inside
as she trilled her tongue across the little bud.”
“It feels….so
good….” The Borg’s hands wrapped into
her hair pulling Kathryn’s head more tightly against her.
“More…” Janeway whispered. “I want to hear more…”
“Faster…” The blonde whimpered. “Harder…”
Kathryn shifted
slightly, angling her body to put more force behind her thrusting fingers. “Like this?”
“Yesssss….”
“Say my name…”
“Kath… ryn…”
“Again…” She suckled
harder, reaching deep inside to find the elusive spot that drove Seven crazy.
“Kathryn…oh…Kathryn….OH…”
“You know what I want
to hear…” She growled.
“CAPTAIN!” Seven cried out, her back arching off the bed
as her lover thrust into her with abandon.
“Oh, Captain… oh… My…CAPTAIN!”
The Borg began to
shake wildly, her voice lost in the small grunts coming from both of them as
Janeway drove her over the edge. She
closed her eyes tightly, seeing only swirling light behind her eyelids as she
came, hard. As the waves washed over
her, she felt Kathryn pull out her fingers to catch the nectar with her tongue
as it flowed out of her. Falling back,
she pulled the smaller woman up to her, catching her lips in a kiss flavored
with her own essence. A growl escaped
her own throat as she raised one knee and slid it between the Admiral’s
thighs. Fumbling at her waist, she undid
the buttons on her slacks and slid her fingers inside to find her lover
completely drenched. Without hesitating,
she slid three fingers deeply inside, watching as Kathryn threw her head back
and groaned.
Using the muscles of
her thigh, she increased the force of her thrusts, her other hand tangling in
the fabric of the slacks to gain a better hold.
Pulling roughly, she brought her thumb up to run along the swollen ridge
on the outside as her fingers curled deep inside.
“Oh, An…nika….” Janeway moaned, her back arching almost
painfully as the pleasure started to build within her. She gripped pale thighs between her hands as
she rubbed against her, grinding into her wildly, pushing herself towards her
release.
Seven’s fingers found
the spot they were looking for deep inside and rubbed against it
mercilessly. She ground her own teeth
together as Kathryn’s body began to shake.
Finally the small hands fell away as the Admiral threw her head back
again and cried out her passion before slumping forward to rest heavily against
the softly heaving breasts.
Seven withdrew her
fingers from the shivering woman and pulled the blanket over them both, holding
her close as the passion subsided. With
a small smile, she listened as her lover’s breathing evened out.
Closing her eyes, she
fell asleep, holding her heart within her arms.
Chapter Two – The Most Important Meal of the Day
Kathryn cracked one
eye open, sighing happily as she stretched against the warm form beneath
her. Looking down, she saw clear blue
eyes full of love and humor looking back at her. “Good morning, love.” She kissed Seven softly.
“I concur.” The Borg tightened her arms around the
smaller woman.
It took a moment for
Janeway to realize she was still mostly clothed and being held tightly against
the entirely nude form of her lover. “I
guess I was a little anxious last night.”
“Perhaps a little.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“No, Captain.” Seven whispered, loving the light flush that
crept into Kathryn’s cheeks. “I have
often considered the image of you achieving orgasm while still attired in your uniform. It is one I have always found most
gratifying.”
“Really?” Janeway smiled. “I must admit the thought had entered my mind
too.”
“But did your
thoughts include the utilization of your ready room desk?”
“The desk, the couch,
against the railing…”
Seven’s eyebrows shot
up. “Elaborate.”
Kathryn blushed to
the roots of her hair. “Another
time. Right now I could use a shower and
some breakfast.” She climbed out of bed,
pulling the younger woman up with her.
“So long as the
events do not occur in that order.” At
the Admiral’s questioning glance Seven wrapped her arms around her and nuzzled
her cheek. “I enjoy the way I smell on
your skin.”
“Oh.” Janeway swallowed, feeling her heart rate
increase. “Well, then… shower later.”
The Borg smiled as
she pulled on a light robe and watched her lover take off her dress whites and
slip into her own robe. Taking her by
the hand, she led her down to the kitchen to press her firmly into a chair
before making her a cup of coffee. “What
would you like to eat this morning, Kathryn?”
The smaller woman sat
her coffee cup down and proceeded to stretch, raising her arms over her head
and groaning in pleasure as she felt her muscles loosen. “Whatever you want is fine with me.”
Seven watched the
spectacle before her, noting the way the robe pulled up to show off a firm
expanse of thigh. Stepping away from the
replicator, she picked up the Admiral’s coffee mug and set it down on the
counter, out of arms reach.
“Annika?”
The Borg did not
respond as she grabbed the front of Kathryn’s robe and pulled her out of the
chair to press her backwards against the kitchen table. “Whatever I want?” She repeated.
The Admiral nodded,
losing her voice in the look of desire leveled at her from her lover’s steady
blue eyes.
“I want what I was
denied last night.” She brought her lips
down to press against Janeway’s, her mouth opening to taste the lips beneath
hers. She continued to press backwards
until the smaller woman was forced to slide onto the table top. The Borg reached out and pulled the robe from
the slender shoulders she loved so much before pushing her back into a
reclining position. She pulled a chair
over and sat at the table as though she were about to have breakfast and
Janeway stifled a small snicker at the image.
But Seven wasn’t
laughing. Her eyes had taken on a
slightly dazed expression as she reached out with both hands and covered the
smaller woman’s breasts, her palms brushing lightly across the nipples before
catching them between her fingers.
Kathryn whimpered and
laid her head against the table, her back arching into the touch as the Borg’s
fingers began to fondle her more firmly.
Lowering her head, Seven kissed the inside of her knee, biting lightly
as she made her way up one smooth thigh before switching to the other side to offer
the same treatment. The scent of musk
was strong, heady, as much from the previous nights exertions as this mornings
and the younger woman felt herself getting lost in it.
When her nose finally
nuzzled into the curly auburn hair between her lover’s legs, she felt slightly
light headed, her blood pounding so hard in her veins that she could feel it
throb under her skin. “My Kathryn…” She whispered as her lips parted and her
tongue trailed across the swollen ridge of Janeway’s sex. She played her lips around it, humming softly
to herself as her chin became wet against the hot opening further down.
Janeway tried to
breathe as the vibrations from the Borg’s vocal cords traveled down her tongue
and onto the swollen bundle of nerves she was sucking steadily. As much as she loved to tease Seven about her
musical proclivities while they made love, the sensations it evoked were unlike
any other she had ever experienced. When
the younger woman pulled one hand from her breasts to slide three fingers inside
of her, the pleasure was so intense she cried out loudly, her words no more
than guttural utterances lost in the sounds of her lover’s moistly moving mouth
and tongue. The fingers curved deep
inside and she raised herself on her elbows, using the leverage to push back
against the thrusting hand, grinding herself into the lips that were driving
her out of control.
Shaking, Kathryn felt
herself beginning to peak and her hands tangled into the golden blonde mane
between her legs, holding Seven’s head firmly against her as she began to
shudder violently. “Oh dear sweet
Jesus….Annika!” She couldn’t hear her
own voice as her climax exploded, the blood rushing through her veins drowning
out the sounds of pleasure coming from the Borg as she lapped at the juices
flowing through her fingers. “Yes…YES!”
She collapsed back
onto the table, breathing heavily as she fought to stay conscious, fully aware
that, while Seven had removed her fingers, she remained where she was, drinking
every last drop of the essence from between her legs before she sat up and
smiled. Kathryn watched breathlessly as
the younger woman wiped her fingers across her chin and then slid them into her
mouth.
“Oh dear God.” She
croaked. “You will be the death of me.”
“On the contrary,”
Seven smirked, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “My research has
shown that making love is an excellent form of exercise and I intend to see
that you stay physically fit, Kathryn.”
“I think that is one
exercise regimen we don’t need to clear with the Doctor.” Janeway said dryly. “Now that I’ve fed you, are you going to feed
me?”
“Yes.” The blonde
rose and went back to the replicator, programming in a western omelet for
Kathryn and a small stack of pancakes for herself. When she brought them back to the table the
older woman quirked one eyebrow at her choice of food.
“Carbohydrates.” Seven flushed a lovely shade of pink. “I have found that where you are concerned,
it is prudent to ‘keep my strength up’.”
They ate breakfast
together holding hands, talking about the announcement they had in store for
their friends that evening. When the
meal was done and the dishes cleared away, Seven finally allowed Kathryn to
take a shower, after one last deeply inhaled breath against her cheek.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Mom! We’re here!”
Kathryn called out as they walked into the farmhouse. She took Seven’s jacket and hung it next to
hers on the coat rack. Looking back at
her lover, she couldn’t help but smile.
The younger woman had
stood for several minutes letting the snow fall onto her upturned face. Now the flakes had melted in the warmth of
the house and her cheeks were bright red, covered with a light sheen of
water. She took the beloved face between
her palms and used her thumbs to wipe away the moisture before pulling her head
down for a gentle kiss.
“Well,” Gretchen
laughed softly. “I see the cold hasn’t
done much to dampen your ardor, Kathryn.”
The Admiral blushed
and released Seven, walking over to her mother to wrap her up in a hug. “Hi Mom.”
Gretchen returned the
hug and then offered the same to Seven, who complied with a soft smile. “Hello… Mom.”
“Come on into the
kitchen you two. We have some food to
prepare.”
They followed
Gretchen into the brightly lit kitchen, both of them stopping short when they
realized the room was already occupied.
“Tal Celes.” Seven raised one eyebrow. “You have arrived
ahead of schedule.”
The Bajoran smiled,
setting down the knife she was using to peel potatoes to stand at attention in
front of the Admiral.
“At ease,
Celes.” Kathryn smiled. “At least for tonight.”
The eldest Janeway
smiled. “Celes was nice enough to come
early and offer to help with dinner. Did
you know she could cook, Kathryn?”
The last remark was
made rather pointedly and the Admiral was hard pressed not to roll her eyes. “Where’s Phoebe?”
“She’s in the
den.” Celes piped in then blushed
slightly. “She got a call from her
gallery in
“Ahh.” Kathryn tried to hide her smile. “What’s going on with the showing?”
“I’m not sure,”
Gretchen checked a pot on the stove.
“But she’s been yelling for the last twenty minutes.”
“I wasn’t
yelling!” Phoebe strode into the
kitchen, her color high. “I was speaking
emphatically.”
“Of course
dear.” Her mother patted her gently on
the shoulder. “Why don’t you help Celes
with the potatoes?”
“Fine.” Phoebe picked up a knife and began to
vigorously strip the vegetable of its outer skin.
Celes laughed and
gently grabbed her wrist. “You’re losing
more potato than you’re keeping, Phoebe.”
She turned the knife and showed her how to slide it across the spud,
taking off only the thin outer layer, not noticing the redhead’s flustered
expression at her touch. “There, you
just need to be gentler with your hand movements.”
“Yeah, Pheebs,”
Kathryn turned away slightly to hide her amused expression. “Gentle hands are important.”
Seven snorted softly,
causing a slight flush to creep into the Admiral’s cheeks. “How may I assist in the food preparation?”
“Well, the turkey is
already in the oven so you can make the salad.”
Gretchen pointed to a pile of vegetables draining in the sink. “Then you can help me with the chocolate
fudge torts we’re having for desert.”
Kathryn dipped her
finger into the bowl of fudge batter, closing her eyes in appreciation as she
slipped it into her mouth. “What can I
do?”
All four of the woman
looked at her and said in unison, “You can set the table.”
“I see you have
informed Celes of Kathryn’s culinary expertise.” Seven’s lips curled into a faint smile.
The Admiral grumbled
her way into the other room, ignoring the laughter emanating from the kitchen
as she pulled her mother’s best china from its cabinet. She spent an hour making sure every place
setting was just right, only looking up when Seven entered the room to hand her
a vase of water and a bouquet of flowers.
“Your mother has
requested that you arrange this dying vegetation in an appealing manner at the
center of the table.” She set the items
down, only to have Kathryn grab her hand and pull her into an embrace. “I have much work to do.”
“Too much to offer me
a kiss? Don’t I get a reward for setting
such a beautiful table?”
“I was unaware you
required my feedback on your place setting skills.” The Borg smirked but dropped her head to kiss
the eager lips softly. When they broke
apart, she rested her forehead against Kathryn’s. “What is your opinion of the current
situation between your sister and Tal Celes?”
Kathryn grinned. “I think Phoebe looks like she’s about to
climb out of her skin.”
“An interesting
allegory. It is my opinion that Phoebe
finds covert moments to glance at her the way you did with me my first year
aboard Voyager.”
“What are you talking
about?” Janeway straightened. “I looked at you as I did any other member of
my crew.”
Seven quirked one
eyebrow. “If that statement were true, I
do believe you would have had more pressing problems than returning your ship
to the Alpha Quadrant.”
The Admiral poked her
in the ribs playfully. “Don’t you have
some cooking to do?”
“Yes, Kathryn.” Seven kissed her one last time and then left
her to her floral arrangements.
Dinner preparations
progressed nicely and at 18:00 hours most of the food was prepared and sitting
under stasis dishes, all except the torts, which were waiting to be placed in
the oven. The five women gathered around
the kitchen table to share a cup of coffee before heading upstairs to change.
“So,” Kathryn looked
at her little sister. “What’s the
problem with your showing?”
Phoebe sighed before
taking a long drink of coffee. “It’s not
so much a problem as it is a headache.
Four of the focal pieces have sold.
The showing is going so well that my manager Marie wants me to replace
them so we can have a second opening at the end of next month.”
“That’s wonderful,
honey!” Gretchen leaned over and kissed
her on the forehead.
“Yeah, I would think
you would be elated.” Celes smiled at
her brightly. “Why is there a headache?”
“Because that leaves
me six weeks to come up with a new focus for the second showing, in addition to
at least four new pieces all while we’re trying to get these two kids
married.” She grumbled. “I’m not super human you know.”
“I’m sure you can do
it.” Celes enthused. “If there is anything I can do to help, just
let me know.”
Kathryn snickered and
Seven kicked her lightly under the table.
“I am sure you will succeed, Phoebe.
What direction were you considering for the new showing?”
“I need something
different. Something that hasn’t been
done to death.”
The Borg leaned her
head to one side. “I have scans of
numerous stellar anomalies that were acquired while Voyager was in the Delta Quadrant.
I believe that you might find them inspirational.”
Phoebe’s eyes
brightened. “Do you think Starfleet
would let me have a look at them?”
“They are not
classified.” Seven assured her. “When I return to Starfleet headquarters to
regenerate the day after tomorrow I will download them for you and bring them
with me when I return.”