WELL RAVAGED
The delta flyer scene from the episode The Voyager
Conspiracy
JANEWAY: Of course you don't. Anything I say gets woven into your paranoid
conspiracies. But you should believe me, Seven, because I've never lied to you,
and I'm not lying to you now. You have to put your doubts aside and trust me.
Stardate 51030, Seven of Nine is severed from the hive mind. The Captain tells
her not to resist, that she'll learn to accept her humanity. Seven complies, and
slowly begins to embrace her individuality. Does she regret that decision?
Stardate 51652, the Captain encourages Seven to develop her social skills. Seven
insists it's a waste of time, but after further requests she pursues it and
begins to develop her first human friendships. Did Janeway lead her astray?
Stardate 52840, the Captain orders Seven to study her parents' journals. Seven
claims they're irrelevant, but eventually she reads them and rediscovers part of
her own past. Stardate 52841, for the first time, Seven tells the Captain thank
you.
SEVEN: It was Stardate 52842, oh six hundred hours in the Mess hall. We had just
finished breakfast.
JANEWAY: My mistake. Stardate today, Janeway beams aboard the Delta Flyer. She
reminds Seven of the bond that's grown between them. Seven lowers the force
field and she decides to come home. All I'm asking is that you trust me again.
Delta Flyer to Voyager. Two to beam out
- - -
It has been two days since Janeway and Seven returned from the delta flyer, and
in that time Seven has been checked over by the EMH and successfully regenerated
normally and Voyager is three years closer to home.
Janeway
Janeway finally has a chance to relax a bit and let her mind wander to that
conversation in the delta flyer. She is sitting in her quarters, jacket and
boots off and arm above her head – thinking. The folds of her grey t-shirt
cling to her slim body and press against her breasts. Her hair is pulled back
in her hand and on her brow she wears the not unfamiliar frown.
She remembers feeling desperate to bring Seven back to Voyager – to make her see
that the conspiracy did not exist except in her own head. Desperate to save her
– to make her see reason. And if she is honest, just desperate to possess her,
to call Seven her own, to taste every delicious piece of her.
Janeway laughed to herself, I have never lied to you Seven – except of course
about how I feel about you, how I long to touch you somewhere other than your
forearm. Or for that matter how you make me feel, desperate with desire and
longing.
Seven
Seven is working in astrometrics, plotting a new course home now that they have
jumped three thousand light years closer. Her blue bio suit stretches tightly
over her beautiful body and moves with every muscle.
She regenerated for twenty-four hours to ensure that her systems were
functioning again. Now she is well rested, at least in her body, but her mind
will not allow her to concentrate on her work.
Instead she keeps seeing Kathryn’s face, inches from hers, pleading with her to
come back to Voyager. Recounting their history together in thumbnails
referenced by star dates. Telling Seven to trust her, telling Seven that they
share a bond.
Seven smiles to herself yes Kathryn we do indeed share a bond – but it is not
a bond of friendship or duty. It is a bond of – what exactly? Closeness, trust,
respect and heat white-hot heat and desire and longing. Seven catches her
breath surprised by the thoughts racing around her head.
Janeway
Janeway is pacing now, unable to keep still while her thoughts are racing. Back
and forwards across the confined space of her quarters. The lights are dim and
all she can see is the usual array of stars flashing past.
Her body is tense and she keeps clenching and unclenching her fists. Desire;
damn that word she thinks. For all this time she has been able to just be the
Captain, using all her energy to try and get this crew home. Any fleeting
desire she has felt was easily dismissed and buried under the needs of her
command.
Until Seven of Nine arrived on Voyager. The blonde beauty that had been
assimilated as a child and who must now learn to become a human again. Seven
was a woman of brilliance and courage as well as beauty. She could infuriate
and intrigue Kathryn all at the same time. But most of all, Seven could drive
Kathryn to distraction with desire and pierce all her well constructed defences
as if she had been assimilated by her.
Up to this point Kathryn had been able to resist this desire, had controlled it
– only just, but still controlled it. But in the delta flyer she knew that her
desire was written on her face, was written in her eyes was behind every word
she had said.
Seven
Seven is standing; staring at the same star chart that has been on the screen
for twenty minutes.
Remembering that look in Kathryn’s face as she knelt down next to her in the
delta flyer. Her eyes so intense, locked on Sevens, leaning in ever so close,
almost for a kiss it seemed. And then Kathryn regained control and transported
them back to Voyager.
What would I have done if she had kissed me, wondered Seven to herself, not
noticing the smile that had crept upon her lips. If instead of transporting
them back, Kathryn had leant in a little closer, had touched her cheek, and had
brushed her lips on mine.
Janeway
Janeway is now soaking in her bath, trying to relieve the tension that is now in
every part of her body. Trying to wash away the thoughts of Seven and her
beauty and her body and of her need to see that body naked, to touch every inch
of it.
She dunks her head under the water – wanting the feelings to evaporate into the
air, wanting her mind to stop picturing her lips on Sevens, her hands on Sevens
breasts her legs wrapped around her.
Seven
Seven is pacing now, just like Kathryn does. Pacing around astrometrics, not
knowing what to do about the feelings rushing through her body or the thoughts
screaming in her head.
Thoughts of Kathryn naked lying on her bed, covered with nothing but Seven.
With Sevens mouth devouring her nipples, with Sevens Borg hand rubbing between
her legs. With Sevens fingers on her face, one finger in Kathryn’s mouth.
Janeway
Janeway is now lying in her bed – pink nightie on – nothing else – no sheets.
Lying in her bed and thinking still of Seven, of her body, of her implants. Of
what it would feel like to hold that body next to hers, to touch that skin, to
taste her sweat.
God, Janeway moans. Her hand begins to travel down her nightie – feeling the
soft material under her fingers – thinking of Sevens skin.
Seven
Sevens heart is racing – blood coursing through her body – pounding in her
ears. All these sensations and feelings bombarding her without warning, making
her wet with desire.
Just the thought of Kathryn naked, lying under her has released this onslaught
of feeling in the Borg. Seven is unsure what to do, incapable of thought,
driven by instinct alone.
Seven leaves astrometrics and rushes out the door.
Janeway
Her hand stops just at the top of her thigh. Get a grip woman; she admonishes
herself, placing her hands flat on the bed.
Seven
Seven rushes from the turbo lift, unsure what is driving her actions but unable
to stop them.
- - -
Chrpp
Janeway groans with annoyance and decides to ignore the door. I am in no mood
for company she thinks to herself.
Chrpp
Captain if you don’t open this door now I will break it down, yells Seven.
Janeway gasps – with a mixture of delight and fear and gives the command to open
the door. She rises from the bed and walks towards the door.
Seven bursts through the door way, her eyes flashing with need and hunger.
Janeway stands in silence and shock watching as Seven draws nearer.
And then there is nothing – but white heat – flashing before Janeway’s eyes, as
Seven grabs her and thrusts her tongue in her mouth. As Seven pushes her on the
bed and straddles her still kissing her.
Somehow Seven manages to take off Janeways nightie and her own uniform in what
seems like seconds.
“Oh Kathryn” whispers Seven as she nuzzles Janeway’s breasts and gently bites
the nipples.
Janeway begins to moan and rock and her juices drip down her legs and pool on
the sheets. All Janeway can think about is the feel of Sevens body on hers, of
Sevens hands on her clit, teasing and rubbing and tweaking. Of Sevens tongue
circling her nipples. Of Seven’s thigh pressed to her lips, rubbing in time
with her fingers.
Janeway gasps as Seven traces her tongue down her body – licking and circling
and tasting.
Suddenly Seven lifts her head and looks Kathryn in the eyes, a smile creeping
over her face. “ Brace for impact, Captain.”
And with no more warning Seven plunges her face into Janeways soaking lips,
licking her clit, sucking on it and then moving down. Janeway is beyond thought
and reason; all her senses now concentrated in this one spot. Seven thrusts her
tongue inside Janeway and explores this strange New World.
Seven feels Janeways spasms with her tongue, hears her groans, and tastes her
desire.
Finally Janeway stops panting and starts to breathe again, stops rocking and
lies still with only the occasional tremor through her legs.
Seven lies next to her drinking in every inch of Janeway, her hand on her
stomach.
Janeway turns to Seven, with sweat running down her face, into her eyes and
smiles.
“Resistance is futile” laughs Janeway, as she straddles the blonde beauty in her
bed and clamps her mouth over Seven’s.
Seven can feel Janeway’s curls on her stomach, can feel her thighs squeezing her
sides, can feel Janeway’s hands on her breasts, as she arches her back and
presses into her.
Janeway kisses Seven for what feels like hours but is only minutes. Too eager
to linger in any one place, Janeway is now devouring her breasts first one then
the other. Seven has never known feelings like this – and gives herself to them
willingly and freely, luxuriating in the fulfilment of desire.
Janeway’s fingers are on her clit, rubbing around and around and around in a
rhythmic tango of sensation. Seven bucks and pants and moans – loosing all
sense of time and motion and herself in this tsunami of passion.
Slowly Janeway’s fingers move from her clit to her inner thigh, running up and
down the white untouched flesh, teasing with each glancing touch. Rubbing
Sevens juices into her skin.
And just when Seven thinks she can stand no more, when her whole body is crying
out for release from this exquisite pleasure – for mercy, Janeway plunges her
fingers inside of Seven. Plunges inside and rubs and thrusts some more.
Time stops for both of them – breathing ceases – there is nothing but this
pleasure – this rush of pleasure washing over them both. How long it lasted
neither knows as finally they breathe again and stop the trembling. And lie
together entwined and ravaged, very well ravaged.