TIME AND DISTANCE
"We can't lead love
down the path of least resistance.
We've got to hold our own
against time...and distance."
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I pulled off my muddy boots and left them on the front porch. I was sweaty,
thirsty and exhausted, but in a good kind of way.
I crossed the smooth tile floor to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of ice
cold water from the fridge. I could have just replicated it, probably quicker,
but since moving into the home almost a year before, I'd gotten re-accustomed to
the older style amenities.
I leaned against the counter and looked out the big bay window at the hills in
the distance. With all of the strange phenomenon I had seen in my life, the
sight of those hills still took my breath away.
Sevier County, Tennessee was where I called "home". At least when I wasn't on
Voyager. I wasn't sure what made me settle there, but I'd done it. I had
ninety-seven acres of land, horses and cattle, too. I laughed amidst my
ruminations. It had all started with Circe. She'd certainly been an impulse buy.
I was at an auction with my neighbor, Hank Pierson, and this big bay had nuzzled
right up to me. It was like she was asking to go home with me. I named her
Circe, because it certainly must have been some spell she cast to make me bid
for her. Six months later I had a working ranch.
Caleb, my foreman, kept an eye on things for me when I was away, and Hank was
always available if we needed him. I would have hated living cramped in some
city apartment. In my off time I'd come to crave wide-open spaces.
I put my glass down and headed for the bedroom. I need to change clothes. I'd
been riding down near Douglas Lake, having a picnic at one of my favorite spots.
I had quickly learned to make the most of my time at home.
I stripped off my clothes, assessing my body in the mirror after each item fell
to the floor. I wasn't in too bad of shape for my age. In the three years since
Voyager and its crew had returned to the Alpha Quadrant, I'd certainly gained a
few pounds, added a couple of wrinkles, maybe some more grey in my hair, but
nothing to get upset over.
No cushy desk job or promotion for me, no sir, thank you very much anyway. I
liked being a Captain, and I liked being captain of Voyager. No one knew that
ship like I did. Well, with the exception of B'Elanna maybe.
Clothes off, shower time. I wished I had the luxury of taking a nice, long
bubble bath, but I was expecting a call from Phoebe and wanted to get cleaned up
beforehand.
I sighed as I turned the sonic shower on and stepped into the small stall. My
earlier euphoria was wearing off. I had another lonely evening to look forward
to. Sigh.
The comm beeped at me and, trusting soul that I've become, thought it was my
sister. Take it in the shower? No problem, nothing she hasn't seen before.
The viewscreen in the shower was just about at my eye level. I hit the "accept"
button. "Great timing, Pheb ..."
My voice trailed off. Instead of Phoebe's face staring back at me, it was
another, but no less familiar. Suddenly self-conscious, I slumped down, making
sure no part was visible to the caller except my face. "Sorry," I said, just
knowing that my face was turning red, "but I thought it was my sister."
Seven raised a perfectly arched eyebrow in a gesture I remembered. "I can call
back at another time, Captain."
"Please, it's Kathryn, and no, no it's okay. What's up?" Nonchalant is a talent
I've acquired over the years.
"I ..." she faltered.
Seven faltering? True, I hadn't seen her since the final round of debriefings by
Starfleet almost three years ago, and true, we hadn't parted on the best of
terms, but she was acting different than the Seven I'd come to know. She had a
softer look about her, too. Then I realized what was missing. "Seven! Your
implants?"
She touched the space beside her eye. "Between Barclay and Dr. Crusher, I was
able to have my cortical node removed five months ago. I admit to missing it at
times." She gave a small smile. "But only sometimes."
There was a reason for the call other than small talk, and as much as I didn't
want to ask the next question, it had to be said. "So, how is Chakotay?"
"I wouldn't know," she answered, taking me by surprise. "I left him over a year
ago."
"Oh," was all I could think of to say.
She sighed. "It was a relationship that never should have happened, I realize
that now." She toyed with a piece of her long, blonde hair. "I was searching for
something and I thought I'd found it with him. I was wrong and we were
miserable. The break up was mutual."
"I don't know if I should say I'm sorry or --"
"Don't, please don't." She laughed and I realized I'd never heard her do that
before. My ears drank in the sound. "I guess, I just ... oh I don't know." She
looked up, straight at me. "So how are things with you?"
"Same old, same old. Voyager's in dry dock undergoing a refit and I've got two
weeks on my hands." Something occurred to me then. "How did you --"
"Your mother," Seven answered before I could finish my question. "She's a very
nice woman."
I smiled. "Yes, she is." The sonic shower was still on, but set to low so it
wasn't really drawing too much power. My leg started cramping so, taking a
chance that I wouldn't be visible from the neck down (I'd never tested the
theory before), I stood up.
"Captain, I mean, Kathryn, was this a bad time to call you?" Seven's face tinted
a little pink. "I didn't realize before that you were in the shower."
I could feel my face turning red again.
"Just your bare shoulders ... that's as far down at the vid goes," Seven
hastened to reassure me. "It was the logical conclusion."
Good, the "old" Seven wasn't gone for good. I grinned and breathed an inward
sigh of relief. "So, like I said, the same old, same old here."
"Oh, well that's good. Not seeing anyone?"
"No."
"No? I had thought that maybe you and Mark would have --"
"Dead end street, Seven," I answered. "He's happily married, and I ... I guess I
outgrew him."
"I just thought that you'd have settled down with someone. And when your mom
told me you'd purchased a house ..." She smiled wryly. "Jumping to conclusions
is still a new experience for me and I think I indulge in it much too often."
I laughed. For a minute there I thought she'd been on a fishing expedition.
"Nope, just me and the horses and the Smoky Mountains." I sighed. "But I won't
deny that it gets lonely."
"A neighbor?"
Okay, maybe she WAS fishing. I refused to get my hopes up, though. "I'm good
friends with my neighbors, that's all. For some time now, there's been only one
person I've wanted an intimate relationship with."
"Then why aren't you with him?"
"Because I didn't think she'd reciprocate my feelings." There. I'd said it.
Seven hesitated. "Maybe she didn't know how."
"Maybe she wasn't ready."
"Maybe she's ready now."
There. She'd said it.
My palms were sweaty. "I'm not interested in her in just a physical way."
"I think she realizes that."
"Though that doesn't mean that I'm NOT interested her in that way."
"She'd probably be very upset if you weren't." Seven's voice was teasing and had
dropped an octave.
I looked closer. There was a definite glint in her eyes. And she was squirming
in her seat.
"She probably thinks that you're one of the sexiest people she's ever met."
"I've had countless dreams about what I'd do to her if we were together," I
confessed.
"She's probably had those kinds of dreams, too."
I had to bite back a moan. Between Seven's innuendo and the sonic pulses still
radiating from the shower, I was starting to get turned on.
"Do you know what I'm doing right now?" Seven asked in what I considered a
"naughty" tone of voice.
"Do I want to know?" I asked, getting into the swing of things. It had been
years since I had let myself give in to my baser impulses, since I had let
someone else be in control. And if Seven was starting what I thought she was
starting... I took a deep breath.
"I'm rubbing my pussy with one hand and pushing one finger in and out with the
other," Seven answered, using language I'd only heard from her in my dreams. She
angled the imager attached to her viewscreen so that I had a good view of below
her waist. She was naked from the waist down (when the hell had that
happened?!), her downy mound glistening. True to her word, one slim finger was
sliding slowly in and out of that delectable area.
"I wish you were here in person, Kathy, so you could do this with me, to me."
Seven moaned softly, so softly that I could barely hear her. "Play with
yourself, Kathy."
I hated that nickname, but coming from her it sounded like a silken caress. "I
am," I answered as my finger touched my clit, causing me to moan loudly. The
sonic pulses continued to vibrate against my hot skin, adding to the wonderful
sensations that were coursing through my body.
My other hand caressed my nipples, sliding from one to the other, pinching and
twisting. I was more turned on than I could ever remember.
"How does it feel?" Seven asked, her voice husky with desire. It was a new
experience for me -- Seven the seductress -- and I found that I liked it. A lot.
I opened my mouth to answer her, but all that came out was a lustful moan.
"Oh, Kathy, just hearing you pleasuring yourself makes me want you even more,"
Seven answered lustfully. "If I was there with you, I would lick your pussy from
the bottom all the way to the top, then I would nibble on your clit. Would you
like that?" She pushed two more fingers into her pussy, her thumb rubbing
against her clit. "I can smell you, Kathy, the earthy, musky scent that is all
your own. It excites me, Kathy."
I imagined her kneeling in front of me, her mouth wrapped around my tiny clit,
her fingers pushing in and out of my pussy. She would be a firebrand, taking as
much as she gave. All of it without any restraint. So different from the
reserved Borg I had encountered all those years ago.
"That's it, Kathy," Seven growled. "Rub your pussy, make yourself come."
Suddenly, my toes curled, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as my
orgasm hit me. I was on fire; blue-hot flames licking my toes and spreading up
my body. I rubbed my clitoris furiously, my body shaking in ecstasy as waves of
pleasure shot through me.
As my orgasm reached its crescendo, then slowly faded, I heard Seven scream in
ecstasy. Her passionate screams heightened my senses and I felt another orgasm
race through my body.
My second orgasm began to subside, and once again it was her face on the
viewscreen. Her face was flushed, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her lovely
features. "That was intense," Seven said. "Better than I could have imagined."
I turned off the shower and slumped back against the wall, my legs weak and
rubbery.
"You know, Captain, I could be on a shuttle tomorrow, and be there with you in
just two days."
She'd reverted back to a measure of formality. That, coupled with the hint of
nervousness in her voice, let me know that she was just as vulnerable and
uncertain as I was. The moment of truth was at hand. "It's Kathy, remember, and
I would like that very much."
She smiled, more confident now, more like the woman I'd just had vid-sex with.
"Are you sure you can wait two days?"
I touched the screen, as if it would somehow bring me closer to her. "Seven,
I've waited years for you, what's two more days?"
THE END
Author's Note: Takes place roughly three years after Voyager's return to the Alpha Quadrant. Please be nice since I don't usually do first person pov stories. This one just seemed to call for that, though. Also, since TPTB screwed up any hope of a J/C or even a J/7, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Written for the fourth wave of the FFF - http://www.svpress.us/femmefuhqfest/