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

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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.

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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.