No title 01

Janeway paced, as was her want.  One hand resting on her hip and the other rubbing her brow.  One word resonating in her head, Why? Why? Why?

If it would help she would throw something but there was nothing in her quarters she cared enough to break.  She was the fucking captain, cool under pressure, sure of her decisions. Always thinking of the crew, all of them, and getting them home.  No one crew member more important than another she had believed.  Damm it, it was true, wasn’t it.

True until now.  True for the majority of this journey.  True until the arrival of the borg – resistance is futile.  Fucking borg. 

Crash!

Well Kathryn – does that feel better – she asked herself as she looked at the shattered pieces of glass on the floor.

No!

I am sick of these quarters and sick of this ship and sick of being the captain – she yelled to the air.

Chivas straight up  – she barked at the replicator.  Down it went in one smooth gulp.  Chivas straight up – she barked again.

Oh God – who was this person, she wondered to herself.  All this because of one sentence, one lousy sentence that she hadn’t expected.

“You would not accept my death as you would the other crew members.”

Bulls eye, shot between the eyes.  And she thought they had been talking about Indiana, gently reminiscing.  Ah there was the problem you see, guard down, had relaxed for a minute.  Never let your guard down when facing your opponent.

But Seven was no opponent to be warded off.  Or was she?

Janeway paced some more.  Enough with the questions she thought what about some answers.  Sadly this was not a problem she could look up on some PADD or remember star fleet training procedures. 

This was a terrain far more terrifying for Janeway than any she had faced so far in the Delta Quadrant.  These questions went deep into the heart, a place she had been so careful to pack away until the journey home had ended.

Why the hell did I go into astrometrics in the first place she wondered?  But of course astrometrics was somewhere she found herself more and more often these days.  Nothing to do with Seven of course, just wanting to find a way home, she tried to tell herself.

Seven.  That was the nub, the source of all her problems.  Seven, the small child that became a borg and was now learning how to be a woman.  Seven with her implants, her blue eyes, her soft blonde hair always pulled back into a bun.  Seven with her uniform that seemed painted to her flesh, a uniform that traveled over ever curve and bump and indentation just like Janeways fingers wanted….

Crash!

NO yelled Janeway to the stars flashing by outside.  NO yelled Janeway to the walls and floor and chairs.  No please God no she sobbed. 

But YES cried her lonely long neglected heart.  YES yelled her soul.  YES yelled every fiber of her being.  Yes pleaded her desire yearning to be heard.

Yes said Janeway to herself.  Yes, Yes, Yes.

No title 02

What was Janeway thinking as she lay in her bed remembering the letter from Mark she had kept all this time although she could and should have deleted it. The letter he sent, so carelessly it seemed to her at the time. More about his feelings than hers it seemed. But perhaps she was that easy to forget, to move away from.

And if she were honest with herself he had not been that difficult to forget either, or so it seemed for a while. Telling herself that holonovel characters and holo bar tenders didn’t count. Hollow perhaps being the operative word she now could see. For a second it had been fun to create the person that she wanted, but even then she had been lying to herself. Keeping her true desires locked deep inside that she hoped they would never come out.

Mark became the life she almost had, and thanks to the caretaker, now never would. So all emotions were put deep sleep until she fulfilled her mission and brought her new family home.

That was until the arrival of a Borg equipped with a lot more than just nanoprobes. Resistance is futile, and indeed it had been. Although, she had fought with all her strength to play with a straight bat, so to speak. Acted in a motherly fashion– but it seemed she and Seven were the only ones that believed her interest was innocent.

Every glance, every touch and every word spoken carried an intent that was carnal rather than maternal. Whenever she was around Seven she could not help her eyes travelling to Seven’s breasts almost bursting from the uniform she so uniquely filled. Could not help her fingers brushing against that uniform. Could not help the longing so plainly written in her eyes. Could not stop herself returning to astrometrics or the cargo bay whenever there was a reason, and oh there was always a reason.

And through all this Seven just was. She didn’t need her Borg technology to capture Janeway. All it took was a walk, a glance, a raised eyebrow and that uniform. No opponent had so overpowered Janeway making, the Captain’s, will not her own. Resistance is indeed futile.

So here she was – lying in her bed and thinking of a life that nearly was. A reminder that nothing true stays hidden – all it needs is someone true to seek it out. Someone, perhaps so innocent, that no defences need be raised. Someone, perhaps so beguiling, that willpower has no chance.

She turned on her side looking at someone who now lay sleeping in her bed, not regenerating on a rack. Sleeping next to her with nothing touching her silken flesh but the sheets. Someone who Janeway’s tongue has licked every inch and pore and hair. Someone who stirred a need in Janeway; primal and driven. A need to possess, to own, this beautiful mystery. A need to touch, and lick and kiss and to adore.

Resistance is futile indeed.

 

No title 03

Another night and Janeway couldn’t sleep.  Racing around her head were thoughts of Seven and why this woman so fascinated her.

It wasn’t just her body, which was after all truly breathtaking, but the way she made Janeway feel everytime they talked.  Warmness spread through her, a tingling in all the right places, and yet they were only words.

Yet every exchange seemed to carry a hidden meaning, a question bubbling under the surface, waiting to be answered.  And who would answer that question first?  Who would take the chance and say what was in their heart?

If only Janeway had the words.  What words did she need to describe this feeling running through her, always present?  Longing, curiosity, awe, appreciation, lust of course, and most suprisingly perhaps shock.  Shock that on this seemingly never ending voyage, which just recently had taken some dark turns, something special had arrived out of nowhere.

Something so unexpected and oh so unique.  Not something, but someone.  Someone who made Janeway feel things she hadn’t truly felt for years, if ever, truth be told.  A wonderful soft shoulder to lean on and share her doubts.  A smile, a word, a touch, which made things seem wonderful instead of dark.  Which gave Janeway thoughts of a future rather than a past. 

Janeway remembered their first kiss.

“touch me Kathrine”
“Seven please”
“think of it as an experiment – touch me, now”

As if in slow motion – as if I didn’t have control over my own hand – I reached across and stroked her cheek – so soft – so inviting.  Gently my fingers passed over her face trying to trace every feature and burn it into memory.  Trying to remember every pore, every hair, every bump.

“oh captain” moans Seven.

stroking her neck with the tips of my fingers – gentle like spreading petals in the air.  Smelling the scent of her running through my lungs.  Wanting to see this face forever.  Wanting to see this face.

that look – how can I resist – can’t kiss her – mustn’t – but oh such soft lips – all I could think about was tasting those lips – exploring

“I am satisfactory for your needs captain?”

“shut up and kiss me now”

And she did – oh what bliss beyond imagining – gentle at first but then oh so demanding – exploring – poking and prodding with a need to possess – each wanting the others all.  Licking and biting, tasting and sucking.  A moment to last forever, a sweetness to blind all others.  An emptiness finally to be filled.  A longing inside that has no boundaries.

Thank God thought Katherine that this woman came on board.  Thank God that our paths crossed and our souls brushed before I had the chance to flee. 

Early days she knows.  Katherine must hide her need from others, must not scare her away with her longing, her desire, her joy that this has happened.

But most of all Katherine must thank the stars and planets above for this creation.  This mystery, this puzzle, this woman.