With a Little Help
 

B'Elanna Torres hummed along merrily to the refrains of the Klingon operaas she slashed through the neck of her opponent.  Take that you sorry peice of...

"It is now 1800 hours.  Holodeck time has expired," the indifferent female computer voice stated.  The holodeck program froze, her opponent stopped mid-air as he had begun to fall.
 

"Oh come on!"
 

The doors of the holodeck opened wth a deep mechanical whine and Captain Kathryn Janeway stepped inside.  Instead of her usual black and red uniform she wore a white button up shirt and black pants.  Placing one hand on her hip she threw an amused look at B'Elanna.
 

"Is this your idea of a good time?" she drawled.
 

"Would you rather I start decking the Engineering crew?"
 

"Point taken.  Clear out, Lieutenant, this is my holodeck for the next hour.  Computer, end prgram and begin Janeway3"
 

The surroundings dematrialized to the base grid pattern and then rematerialized a a swanky nightclub, completely empty except for Torres and the Captain.
 

"This is festive...for you.  What's the occasion?"  Torres noticed a wine bottle was clutched in the Captain's other hand.
 

"Just a little celebration.  I thought our resident Borg needed a night out after everything that happened."  Only a week prior, to save the ship and the people on it, the Borg had surrendered herself to the Borg collective and it's queen.  Through blind luck and Starfleet ingenuity the Captain had managed to retrieve Seven of Nine and now felt there was a debt to be payed.
 

Torres eyed the wine.  "Giving alcohol another shot with Seven?  If I remember correctly champagne didn't sit too well with her."
 

"Champagne is a little hard to start off with.  She should be here by now.  Compter, locate Seven of Nine."  Her call was answered by the swishing of Mechanical doors as the statuesque former Borg drone appeared, her hands clasped behind her back.  She wore a burgandy outfit, and like all her others, it left little to the imagination.
 

"I'll see you later, B'Elanna."
 

The engineer gave her a brief nod and exited the holodeck.
 

Seven glanced around the computer simulation.  "I had assumed you had called me here to play Velocity.  I see I was incorrect."
 

"You were.  I felt you were in need of a little R&R.  Computer, begin program on moderate level."    The club was suddenly filled with holographic people and jazz filled the air.
 

"My regeneration cycles provide adequate-"
 

"Seven, you know what I mean.  I also brought some wine for you to try, then maybe later we'll try to teach you how to dance."
 

"Ex-drones don't dance," she stated, eyebrow raised, waiting for a response.  "That was a joke."
 

The befuddled look left Janeway's face and she smiled. "Very good, Seven.  You're getting better at humor."
 

"The Borg Queen noted that also, she said I was sarcastic, which can be a type of humor."
 

"I've noticed that in you lately as well."  Janeway marveled at how certain human characteristics had asserted themselves s strongly in Seven, like her initial anger over being seperated from the Collective. Janeway had known then and there that her decision to sever Seven from the Borg had been the correct one.  If Seven had been allowed to grow up as Annika Hansen she wondered what kind of person she would have been.
 

Intense, her intuition told her.  Intense as she was now except with a high emotional element to deal with.  Everything Seven did was with profound intensity, a true monomaniac. How long until her human side completely asserted itself? In ten years would she be a different person or would she always be the cool analytical Seven of Nine she was now?
Seven was peering down at the cork in the wine bottle.        

"How do you remove it?"
 

"Oh, let me get that."  Kathryn went behind the bar and found two wineglasses and a corkscrew.  After popping the cork she poured them each a glass and sat down at a table.
 

"Have you eaten yet today?"
 

"I had some of Neelix's stew earlier."
 

"Good.  Slow sips.  It's a smooth wine, it should go down easy. Seven, when the Borg contacted you and told you they would assimilate the ship unless you went with them why didn't you tell me?"
 

"Judging from past behavior I assumed you would go ahead with the mission to retrieve the transwarp drive, just with added precautions."
 

"So you chose to throw yourself to the wolves?"
 

"I was...afraid.  I had nightmares."
 

"Why didn't you come to me?  For someone who was part of a collective for eighteen years you sure can isolate yourself."
 

"I still find it difficult to function in this collective."
 

"I know," she sighed.  "Without any regard to yor personal safety you were willing to sacrifice yourself for this crew, and I owe you for that.  You-"  She had to stop a moment and catch her breath, her chest felt like it was literally swelling.  "I'm proud of you, Seven."  She had kept her faith in Seven, even when no one else had, and her faith had been rewaded.
 

Seven looked down at her wine glass and swallowed.  "I want you to be."
 

Kathryn could sense the emotions warring inside the young woman and chose to remain silent.  She didn't know what they were but from accross the table they had a power like an ocean tide.  Seven's steely front did no betray them.
 

"How's the wine."
 

"I find it pleasant."
 

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."
 

Seven took another tentative sip and swallowed carefully.  "I do not think dancing would be advisable.  This drink seems to negatively affect balance and coordination."
 

"That's what, well, some people, do to unwind. A little drinking, a little dancing-"
 

"Why would you consume a beverage that affects balance and then do something like dancing?"
 

"No more analyzing, Seven.  Come on, I'll lead, you follow."
 

"Agreed."

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Seven was a remarkable study and an elegant dancer.  Midway through the evening Kathryn let Seven lead.  Although she never caught her smiling there was a palptable joy radiating off her, like when they played Velocity together.  She though briefly about some swing dancing but relized her allotted holodeck time was almost over.
 

It amazed the Captain that Seven indulged het the way she did.  If anyone else had asked her to dance in the holodeck she would have arched an eyebrow in their direction and explained that she had other things to attend to.
 

On their way out Kathryn realized they had consumed the entire bottle of wine and she was feeling less than steady on her feet.
 

"I shall ccompany you to your quarters," Seven stated, and Kathryn didn't argue.    When they reached the door to her cabin they paused at the entranceway.
 

"Goodnight, Captain.  Thank you for the wine, and the dancing."
 

"Anytime, Seven," she smiled, and in a blink of an eye, before she could even react, Seven kissed her.

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B'Elanna emerged fresh from her shower, read a little of the book she was trying to finish, and then dressed again in her uniform to return briefly to engineering to check on some unfinished upgrades.  Stepping out of her quarters she looked to her right down the hall to see Seven kissing Captain Janeway.
 

Seven kissing...whoa.  Seven had gently touched her lips to Janeway's.  Initially, Janeway seemed frozen to the floor, but then she began to move, deepening the kiss and running her hands up Seven's arms, pulling her closer.  Hestitantly, Seven moved her arms around Janeway's waist, accomidating the Captain's enthusiasm and adding a hint of her own.
 

As abruptly as the kiss had been instigated Seven disengaged herself and strode down the hall. aneway's knees were buckling and she had to lean against the door.
 

"Resistance is futile...but then you didn't really look like you were resisting,"  B'Elanna commented smuly.
 

"I-I don't know what's gotten into her.  Why did she do that?" she pondered, briefly touching her lips.
 

Torres walked over t her.  "Well, ask her.  You know, maybe she thought you wanted her to.  I mean...it seemed like you were sending signals her way."
 

"I was doing no such thing!"
 

"Captain, you couldn't run me out of that holodeck fast enough tonight.  Wine, dancing, it sounds like a date."
 

"I didn't-" She was getting defensive so Torres backed off a little.
 

"Okay, maybe she just misinterpreted a little.  Easy mistake.  But-" She couldn't stop herself, couldn't resist.  "You sure weren't fighting her, you were sort of-"
 

"I've had a few drinks!  My body just responded."
 

"Good excuse."
 

"It's not an excuse."  She straightened up from the door she was slumping against and adjusted her shirt.  "I need to talk to the doctor, maybe he knows what this is about.  He's her guide on human interaction."
 

B'Elanna tagged along with her to Sickbay.  Inside the EMH apeared to be working on a datapad.
 

"Ah Captain, Lieutenant Torres; how can I help you this evening?"
 

"Seven smooched her and she wants to know why," Torres said.
 

"Smooched?"
 

"Kissed.  Then I think the Captain here slipped her some tongue but only she can tell you that."  Torres was bursting inside, the mirth was just too great.  Janeway threw her a dangerous glare.
 

"I see.  And what participated this event?"
 

"We went to the holodeck.  We talked a little, I showed her how to dance and we drank some wine."
 

"Sounds like a date to me,"  the doctor and Torres said in unison. 
 

"It was not a date!  Doctor, has Seven mentioned anything to you about me?"
 

"Nothing about a desire to kiss you but I'm not entirely surprised by this.  She's devolping all the emotions and instincts that have been buried under Borg metal for eighteen years.  I' actually amazed this didn't happen sooner.  You represent a significant link to humanity for her, you're a kind of mentor.  Everone has had a crush on a teacher once in their life, it's a very natural phenomenon.  When these desires begin to assert themselves they direct them towards the person who they feel will most appreciate them and help guide them."
 

Again, B'Elanna's mouth refused to stay shut.  "I don't think that's the whole story here.  I'm just trying to help, Captain."
 

Janeway sat down on a biobed and sighed.  "Maybe it was just a kiss."
 

"Oh that wasn't just a kiss," B'Elanna smirked.  Her smile fell at another dirty look.  "Sorry."
 

"Tomorrow I'll talk to Seven about it.  I have to approach this carefully."
 

"Captain, we should talk.  Woman to woman chat."  Torres' voice was very authoritive and drove out any arguement the Captain could've prepared.  "Now."
 

Surrendering completely, she followed B'Elanna to her quarters. "Look, all teasing aside, there's something going on here with you."  Kathryn sat down and looked up at the klingon/human woman.
 

"It's been going on before this.  Do you remember a while ago when Tom wanted Seven to do something with her Borg strength and you objected?"
 

"Yes."
 

"And your exact words were, 'You will not make my borg into a sideshow.'"
 

"I probably just mispoke."
 

"Everytime Seven is around you watch her rather intently, like you can't look away.  In fact, I've never seen you look at anyone as much as you look at her.  Go ahead, try to deny it, but I've seen it."
 

Janeway's mouth opened and closed several times before her brain began to actively hunt for a response.  "You-you're imagining things."
 

"Don't patronize me like some fantasy prone child!  Just listen to me."
 

"My patience is wearing thin, B'Elanna."
 

"You just risked your life and your crew's lives to get her back from the Borg-"
 

"Now dammit I would've done that for any crew member!"
 

"But when it came to Seven you had a single minded determination like I've never seen before.  I think-I think you have some things to think about, Captain."
 

"She is a member of my crew, it's not appropriate to..."  Janeway whispered, looking down. The comment reached out and snagged B'Elanna in her place, wrapping her in a vice grip.  Part of her did not believe what she had just heard, and the other parts were beaming with victory.  She held very still, as if she moved the moment would shatter apart.
 

"Seven is not a Starfleet officer, Kathryn."
 

Suddenly, Janeway blted up from her seat.  "This discussion is over. This stays between you and me, understood?" B'Elanna nodded mutely as the Captain left her quarters.
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"Tom!  I've got to talk to you.  Get over here." Tom Paris looked blearily at B'Elanna's image.  "Is it urgent?  I wanted to go to bed early."
 

"You bet your ass it's urgent.  Get over here."  Maybe she's having some Klingon mood swing that made her hornier than a sailor on shore leave.
 

That last thought lifted his spirits as he headed to B'Lanna's quarters.

"You woke me up to gossip!  Can't this wait?"  Tom whined.
 

"No, this is big time, Tom, big time.  Sit down."  He flopped down on the couch and rubbed his eyes.  "What is it?"
 

"Tonight I was heading to Engineering and I saw the Captain and Seven making out in the hallway."
 

Boy did she know how to drop a bomb.  "Are-are you sure? Seven? Tall, blonde ex-Borg?  Charming as an iceberg?"
 

"One and the same."
 

And from there it spread to the rest of the command offiers.  Tom told Harry, Harry told Tuvok and Chakotay.  The officers did decide to keep it amongst themselves and not let it spread to the rest of the crew.  They all felt  they were the best suited to help Kathryn deal with this issue, or at least talk about it a lot behind her back.
 

By 0700 hours a very watchful bridge crew observed Capatin Janeway begin her shift. She seemed restless, shifting a lot in her chair and drinking cup after cup of coffee.  Finally, she went into her ready room. Tom stood from the helm and walked by Harry Kim's work station, trying to look busy.
 

"The Captain's going to talk to Seven today.  Do you think she'll do it after shift?"
 

"Probably."
 

"What do you think she's going to tell her?"
 

"I just-I just don't see it.  First of all, the Captain's older than her, and I haven't noticed any of the sidelong glances that B'Elanna mentioned."
 

"We'll have a chance to observe today.  It's tuesday, staff meeting day, 0800."
 

"That's right, I forgot."
 

At 0758 hours Captain Janeway waited patiently for her command crew to arrive at the meeting.  At this point it was only Seven and herself and other than a customary greeting neither had spoken a word to each other.  Seven was working with some data on a PADD and Janeway watched her, thinking about the conversation she had planned for later in the day. The reason no one had arrived yet was because they were all outside, talking in hushed tones.
 

"Nobody look straight at 'em, just sort of-you know-look out the corner of your eye."
 

"I think everyone here has use of peripherial vision," Tuvok
commented dryly.
 

"Just don't look obvious."
 

"This is ridiculous. You people obviously don't have enough to do," Chakotay mumbled.
 

"I agree," Harry muttered.
 

"Alright, Starfleet, care to make a friendly wager?  Five times, if the Captain looks at Seven five times or more, not a gance but looks and holds it, you owe me a glass of that brandy you have hidden away in your quarters," Torres stated.
 

"And if you lose?"
 

"You name it."
 

"Okay...you lose and you have to sing the sappiest love song possible on talent night, and I choose the song."
 

"You're on, I'll be tasting that brandy before you know it."
 

"Oh bullsh-"
 

"Everyone, let's go. Now.  And behave yourselves."
 

The doors opened.  Seven sat at the table working on a datapad and Janeway was watching her her intently with a certain softness in her features.
 

Torres turned towards Harry, held up one finger, and soundlessly said,

"One."
 

He groaned a little and sat down.
 

Janeway could ever remember a time when everyone was so attentive in a staff meeting, some even appeared to be taking notes.  They watched her every movement, listened to every word.  If only every meeting went this well.  Seven seemed a little distracted, her gaze drifting away, so she watched her carefully.
 

When the meeting ended Janeway watched Seven leave, feeling an ache in the pit of her stomach.  Without another word she went to her Ready Room.
 

"I counted 26," Lt. Torres stated, looking down at her pad.
 

"26? I have around twenty."
 

"You can't count when Seven was speaking, those are courtesy looks."
"Fine, but I still come up with more than five, that means you better get ready to crack open that brandy."
 

"Unlike you, Torres, I know how to be a graceful loser.  I don't have to scream alot of Klingon profanities."
 

"No one's perfect."
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Janeway paced irritably in her Ready Room,.  All day her thoughts had been on Seven.  The coffee had only served to make her more jumpy and she noticed her plams were sweating. The worst part was that she had no idea what she was going to say to her. She couldn't work like this. she had to get this sorted out now.  She stalked out onto the bridge. 

"Chakotay, you have the conn.  I'll be in Astrometrics."
 

Tom bit his tongue until she left.  Astrometrics was Seven's workplace.  Had to call B'Elanna, she was closest.
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Upon hearing the doors open Seven straightened and turned to see Janeway entering the lab.
 

"Captain?"
 

"At ease, Seven.  This is personal business."  She walked slowly to the console and leaned against it, trying to look as casual as possible.
 

"I need to talk to you about last night."
 

"I believe that with some practice my dancing will improve."
 

"Not that, it's about the kiss, Seven, I-"
 

"You are disturbed by it,"  Seven turned back to the console, her cheeks flusihng with red.
 

"No, it's just-Seven, that kind of a relationship, it's just not possible for us."
 

"Why not?  Your reaction last night indicated you found it...pleasurable."
 

"You caught me off guard, I'd had a few drinks."
 

Seven looked back at her, her steel blue eyes deadly serious.  "Have you been drinking today?"
 

"No."
 

"Good."
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"Say no more, Tom.  I'll handle this.  You men are so inept at noticing the subtlties in human nature.  I can find some reason to scoot my way over to Astrometrics."
 

"Hey, you're only half-huma."
 

"Yea, but I've been around you turkeys long enugh to read you like the badly written books you are.  Torres out."  Hmmm....where did I leave that tricorder?  Must be in Astrometrics."

Leaving Engineering she made her way to Astrometrics in the hurried pace of someone who had no time to dawdle.
 

She heard Seven's voice as she entered the lab, and then silence.  Rounding the corner she came upon Seven and Janeway locked in an intimate embrace, kissing like there was no tomorrow; kissing, making out, snogging, sucking face, inspecting each others tonsils.  Janeway's arms were locked around Seven's neck, her fingers reaching into the platinum blond hair and a few loose strands fell down Seven's face. She could turn around and sneak off but the Borg's advanced hearing had probably already registered her entry.  Oh well, it gave her a chance to needle the Captain again.
 

"What is it with you two, anyway?" she asked, crossing her arms.
 

Seven pulled away and looked over at Torres, her expressionunreadable.  "May I help you, Lieutenant?" she asked in her rich voice.
 

Janeway stepped back and looked at Seven like she had ust bemed in from another quadrant, her jaw practically hitting the floor.
 

"I-I was looking for a Tricorder I lost."
 

"I do not believe it is here."  She turned towards Janeway.  "You seemed to enjoy that kiss as well, so I do not believe alchohol was a factor last night."
 

Kathryn looked at Seven, then Torres, then Seven, and then the door.
 

"Seven, I'll speak to you later...and we will be speaking so don't make any plans."
 

"Yes, Captain."
 

Torres arched her brows towards Seven after Janeway left.  "So, whattya gonna do?"
 

"Do?"
 

"About the Captain?"
 

Seven turned back towards the console.  "I don't know.  The Borg have assimulated thousands of cultures and I am familiar with various dating rituals and...seductions, but I am unsure on how to proceed,"
 

"Holy shit Seven, you're blushing.  I should take a picture.  So, you're planning to really go after her, aren't you?"
 

"Yes."
 

"How did this come about?"
 

"I began to notice certain behavios in Captain Janeway that led me to conclude she was-that she may desire me physically, and I was pleased with the idea.  So far I have has some success, my first two approaches were received well, as you can attest, but I am nervous about tonight., about how to proceed."
 

B'Elanna was a little surprised by Seven's candor, the two women had a rocky relationship at best, but she was curious about Seven's intentions toward Janeway.  The Captain wasn't the type to just jump into bed with anyone, in fact she had never known her to jump into bed with anyoe, period.
 

"What do you want to accomplish here, Seven?"
 

"I  would like to be her lover."
 

If she had been drinking anything she would have either choked or spit it out.  She took a few breaths.
 

"Seven, I don't think the Captain swings that way."
 

"But you do not know that for certain, you lack sufficient data."
 

"Okay, yea, but...okay, tonight she'll probably want to talk to you in her quarters, on her turf, she'l have the upper hand but you need to turn the tables on her."
 

"What are you talking about?"
 

"I'm trying to help you out here, you thick headed Borg!  Do you have any other clothes?"
 

"No."
 

"We're going to have to get you some, then we're going to put your hair down."  Seven looked perplexed so she explained.  "If you show up wearing something else, looking a little different, it might throw her off a bit.  We can't dress you too sexy, that'd be too obvious.  As soon as your shift is over, call me."
 

Seven nodded mutely.
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"Tom, what do you think Seven would look sexy in?:
 

"A wet towel, tangled sweaty sheets, absolutely nothing, as in bare ass naked" "Okay, I got the point," Torres hissed at him as they talked privately in Engineering.
 

"It needs to be conservative, but appealing. Oh forget it.  I'll figure out something on my own."
 

"Are you really going to help her do this?"
 

"Yea, I guess.  I mean, the Captain could use a roll in the hay and Seven just seems so damned determined."  The chime of her communicator interrupted her.  "Torres here."
 

"Seven of Nine.  I am off duty."
 

"Good, meet me in Engineering."
 

"Seven out."
 

When she arrived she informed B'Elanna that she had been correct, that Janeway wanted to meet her in her quarters in one hour.
 

"Okay, come on then, we're going to my quarters.'
 

There wasn't too much time so B'Elanna dressed her in a form fitting black sweater with standard issue Starfleet trousers and boots.  She then removed Seven's hair from it's pins and brushed it throughly.  Her hair had a nice wave to it and fell deliicately about her shoulders.  As the minutes passed Seven became more nervous.
 

"Look, nothing venured, nothing gained, right?"
 

"My palms are damp," she muttered, wiping them off on her trouser leg.
"You're just nervous.  Just relax...be yourself."  That sounded ridiculous when it came to a woman who was Borg for eighteen years.
 

"Just-don't threaten to assimilate her."
 

Seven nodded.

Captain Janeway was now pacing in her quarters.  Seven would be prompt, of course, and she hurried through her argements again:
#1. You're a nice girl, fact is I'm not interested in women.
#2.  Ypu're a member of my crew and it would be unprofessional.
#3.  You deserve someone who will care about you, so...would you like something to drink?  Coffee, tea, or me? No,no, no! Ugh.
 

The door chimed and she froze.  "Enter."
 

Seven of Nine entered the room, dressed completely in black, her blonde hair loose and falling about her shoulders, her full lips pursed slightly,
 

"Seven," Janeway murmered.  Oh shit! What was I going to say?  Where did she get those clothes? And her hair..
 

"You look wonderful," she whispered, entranced.  That's telling her Katie. Oy vey.
 

"Thank you.  You wished to speak to me?"
 

"Yes, have a seat. About earlier-"
 

"The kissing, yes.  Are you about to tell me that two times your body did what you had not willed it to?  I doubt you have so little control over yourself, Kathryn."
 

The use of her first name threw her and once again she forgot what her prepared response was.
 

"Well, no matter-" Skip to #2, you're losing ground.  "It's just not appropriate, you're a member of my crew and as Captain I have to maintain a certain distance-"
 

"I'm not Starfleet, and as far as distance, is that something you intend to keep up for our entire time in the Delta quadrant, knowing you could very well spend the rest of your life on this ship?"
 

Backtrack to #1.  "Seven, I think you're a beautiful woman, but I'm just not attracted to women."
 

"I don't care if you are attracted to women, I want to know if you're attracted to me.  The way you respond to me tells me you are.  Should I kiss you again to judge your response a third time?"
 

"Yes...I mean no. Seven-"
 

Seven moved forward, placing her lips on Kathryn's.  Janeway instinctively parted her lips and invited the cool tongue inside to dance with her own.  She groaned into the kiss and reached out to cup one of Seven's breasts.
 

Seven broke off the kiss, something like a smile dancing on her lips.

"There is only one thing left to discuss.  Would you like me to undress here or in the bedroom?"
 

"Here-the bedroom-both. Seven, I don't know what I'm doing here."
 

"It is all right."  She pulled her up from the couch so they were standing toe to toe. "With my assimilated Borg knowledge and the reasearch I have done I am aquainted with various sexual techniques."
 

"Oh my."
 

"Knowledge that I have not utilized until now."
 

"That's alright, I'm sure we'll manage."  Kathryn wrapped her arms around Seven's neck and smiled at her.  "I want to tear your clothes off right now."
 

"That is acceptable."
 

Janeway began to nuzzle Seven's neck as she reached beneath her sweater to feel the skin underneath.
 

"Oh God, Annika, what are we doing?"
 

"I am being undressed and you are overanalyzing."
 

"Alright, goddammit."  She pulled Seven's sweater off oer her head and tossed it aside.  "I'm done with thinking rationally tonight."  She unhooked Seven's bra, releasing her breasts to the cool air.  Her nipples perkied up at the sensation, of course Kathryn's tongue did a lot to help too.
 

The Captain traced a trail of kisses back up t Seven's mouth and wrenched another deep tongued kiss out of her.  She began pushing her backwards towards the bedroom as she struggled to get out of her own uniform top.  Seven helped push the uniform jacket down and it fell to the floor.
 

Kathryn's kisses were having a dizzying effect on her so she didn't even notce her pants being unfastened until they, along with her underwear, were pushed down to her knees.  She was even more shocked when the amorous captain shoved her backwards.  Luckily, sh landed in the middle of the bed.  Janewat knelt down and pulled the rest of Seven's clothing off, tossing her trousers and boots aside.
 

"You are...efficient."
 

"I try to be."  She took just a moment to look at the very naked form of Seven of Nine reclined accross her bed.  She had a Borg implant, a very smooth intricate device, that ran up the side of her hip and terminated at her waist.  Janeway thought it was the sexiest goddamn thing she had ever seen.  She traced it with her fingertips until Seven sat up abruptly.
 

"Get out of your clothes," Seven ordered.
 

"Yes ma'am."  She tore off her undershirt and hopped up on one foot as she attempted to pull the boot off the other.  Her balance veered to the right and she bounced to that side to accomidate it, and succeeded in toppling over the small table that was behind her and the vase that stood on it.  The boot finally came loose and went sailing across the room, smacking into the wall.
 

Seven watched with an eyebrow raised, Kathryn on the other hand just didn't care. Slowly,  Seven stood from the bed.  Placing her hands on the Captain's shoulders she kissed her gently.  Kathryn relaxed, the tenseness leaving her shoulders. Seven manuevered her to the bed, and Janeway lied down obediantly. The tall blonde followed her down, keeping her weight supported on her arms.  She hovered over the smaller woman's body, trailing her lips down her neck and to the swell of her breasts.  Her tongue darted out to tease a nipple and Janeway sucked in a startled gasp.  She then alternated to the other nipple as she continued to pinch and fondle the one she had left behind. The sounds Kathryn were making were encouraging so she continued further down.
 

Explosions of sensation tore through Janeway's body and she jerked, crying out.  There were no teasing touches, no kissing of the navel, no stroking of inner thighs, Seven had moved right to the heart of the matter.  She had jerked the Captain's legs apart and slid her tongue along her engorged clitoris.  That's Borg effiecency for ya.

Kathryn thought about telling Seven she apprecated her directness but found she could no longer hold a coherent thought, much less speak it. Her hips were moving on their own accord, thrusting towards the gently flickering tongue.

She couldn't-she wasn't used to this, she was afraid to let go, but when Seven pushed two fingers deep inside her that was all it took.  Her back arched and she gave a throaty yell and the orgasm crashed over her.  When the bucking hips finally came to rest Seven crawled back up Kathryn's body and kissed her genly on the cheek.
 

"I didn't expect to...you know, so quickly."
 

"It is alright," even purred, burying her head in her neck.
 

"B'Elanna said you were probably in need of a good hot fuck."
 

"B'Elanna ought to mind her own damn business."
 

Seven 's hand began to roam down Kathryn's body, dipping into the wetness gathered between her legs.
 

"Wait-"
 

"I've just started with you."
 

"And I haven't even begun with you Seven of Nine."
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B'Elanna and Tom Paris sat on the couch in Harry Kim's quarters, sipping from their brandy sniffers.  Harry sat in the chair across from them, his feet thrown up on the coffee table.
 

"Do you really think this thing could work?"
 

"With a little help from us, yea.  Someone's got to look out for the Captain, she sure doesn't do it herself.  Look," She scooted forward on the couch. "Here's the facts: Seven needs someone very formidable, someone strong for a partner.  Who fills those requirements better that the Captain?"
 

"And she also has the patience to put up with Seven, more than anyone else on this ship, and also can put her in her place when necassary." Tom added.
 

"Right, and the Captain, she also needs someone who has the balls to stand up to her and isn't a Starfleet officer.  Both of them are isolated in their own way.  Janeway because she's the captain and has to maintain a distance, Seven is an outsider, and ex-Borg.  Her very nature makes her seperated from everyone else.  It's a good match really."
 

The door chimed.  Harry looked up, surprise dancing across his features.
 

"Come in."
 

It was Tuvok, the Vulcan chief of security, who was not known for making social calls.
 

"I cannot sleep, too much noise in the next cabin.  May I come in?"
 

"Sure, have a seat.  Care for a drink?"
 

"The brandy you're having will do."
 

Kim mumbled and gave him some replicated brady instead.
 

"Isn't the captain's quarters next to yours?"
 

"Yes."
 

"What's all the noise?"
 

"I shoudn't say."
 

"Oh come on, Tuvok," B'Elanna prodded him."It won't leave this room."
 

He paused.  "Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine are having a very loud sexual liason.  I had never imagined that Seven would be quite so..vocal."
 

B'Elanna leaned forward and placed her glass on the table.  "I think you owe me another one, Harry."
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Live out your fantasies here with me
Just let the music set you free.
Touch my body if you move in time
Now I know you're mine.
Madonna, Get Into the Groove

Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres waited impatiently outside the holodeck.  They could hear music playing inside, but no program should have been running, it was their scheduled time.  Both were hesitant to walk into someone's program, you never knwo what you might walk in on, but they were getting irritated.
 

"Maybe someone just eft a program running."
 

"The computer still should've shut it down.  Hell with it."  With Klingon defiance Torres charged through the doors.
 

The program playing inside was the empty nightclub, the music thumped away at a high tempo.  Seven, dressed casually, spun gracefully onto the dancefloor.  Janeway was there to catch her and dip her one fluid motion.
 

"Clear out, Captain, this is my holodeck now.  Why is your program still running?"
 

"Captain's privledge," she smirked, returning Seven to a standing position.
 

"Get horizontal with your Borg somewhere else, will ya? I've got things to do."
 

Janeway's face grew dark and for a moment B"Elanna thought she gone too far.  She then gave a little shrug and pulled on Seven's hand.
 

"Come on, we'll finish this is my quarters."
 

"Do you have music in your quarters?"
 

"Who needs music?"
 

B'Elanna and Tome watched them exit the holodeck.
 

"You know, Seven looks sexy in that too."
 

"Shut up, Tom."

The end.