Overture
by Angel

"The Doctor's performance is boring as usual, but knowing you are sitting next to me makes it quite tolerable. I pretend I feel the warmth of your leg, although in reality the distance is too great. I glance over at you and see a smile playing on your lips. You notice me watching you. You lean over and whisper in my ear "I want to screw you", words so unlike you, it turns me on. There's a lavatory at the end of the room I could excuse myself to, I hope that you will follow. "I wait in the room until you enter from the other side. It is small but suits our purpose. You press me up against the wall and kiss me, I feel your tongue probing in my mouth, touching my teeth, my palate. It's exhilerating. I roam my hands freely over your gorgeous body, wanting it to be naked. I grab your hair, pull it down. Your soft lips move down, you bite my chin carefully, then move to my neck and kiss me.
"Your hand skillfully finds its way into my pants, into my underwear, into me. I gasp at your touch which is so masterful it makes me wonder who you've been practising on. It's hard to be silent, in this room so public. Outside the Doctor is still singing, inside your fingers are singing in my cunt.
"I wrap my legs around your waist, wanting you to be closer, to be deeper in me. I press my clit against your hand, my body tenses up. I bite my lips not to scream, your lips against my neck, your fingers inside me, it's too much to bear.
"When I relax again you let me sink back to the floor, never breaking the contact between your lips and my skin. I want you now, more than ever. I push you down, so you sit on the lavatory, and undress your upper body. You are so perfect, so beautiful. I let my hands slide over your breasts, my thumbs graze your nipples. You shiver. I sink to my knees and take your nipple in my mouth. Sucking it and biting it and flicking it with my tongue. I get impatient wanting more of you with every passing second. I undress you further, I lower myself between your legs, looking up at you to see the desire in your eyes. I smile and inhale your scent before I take you in my mouth. I don't know what I'm doing, I have no experience with this, but the rush of moisture between your inflamed lips urge me on. I add my fingers to the equasion, wanting to feel your heat with my hands. They slip inside you without friction, you whimper, you moan. I carry on with my tongue, licking you up and down, tasting you and feeling your muscles contract around my fingers. I find your clit and suck it in my mouth. You moan louder this time, I hope you remember people can still hear us. I suck on your clit like it's candy, pulling it with my teeth, flicking it with my tongue. It's heaven. Your muscles contract around my pumping fingers, your hands grab my hair, you moan once more."

"It is highly unlikely I will use such inappropriate terms to describe copulation," Seven of Nine snorted.

"It's a fantasy, Seven, it's not supposed to be realistic." Kathryn Janeway poured herself another glass of wine and edged closer to Seven on the couch. She grabbed her hand and pressed it against her mouth, her lips a fleeting touch inside Seven's hand. "Now," she said defiantly, "tell me yours."