Part 05

Seven looked down at the sleeping form of her former captain. The woman was truly a sight to behold when she succumbed to the land of dreams. She was peaceful and innocent. It was times like that this that made the drone nearly forget that the redhead was anything but docile or gentle.
 

No, her captain was filled with fire, passion, and a burning need to fulfill every single one of her desires. Of course, up until now Seven realized that Kathryn Janeway had focused most of her attention on fulfilling her desire to serve and contribute. She turned her personal needs inside out and only looked to the polished form of her Star Fleet uniform for identity.

But Seven couldn’t stop the wide smile from crossing her face when she realized that last night, all of that had changed. Kathryn had blossomed into nothing more then a full on quivering mass of liquid nerves and spent passion. She had screamed, begged, cajoled, and all out demanded Seven touch her body in anyway that she might fancy.
 

And the drone couldn’t stop the feelings of pride from welling at the memory of Kathryn’s climactic release, which had happened countless times during their long fervent night together. Of course, Seven knew that if she really wanted to she could remember every single second of the time they had spent together. But for now, she would let those crisper memories fade a bit. She wanted to experience this coupling with her human side.

Being as such, she had often heard her former human crewmates refer to something called the afterglow. And though, Seven could easily tell with the clarity of her enhanced Borg vision that in fact neither she nor Kathryn was glowing the drone was content to remain next to the woman nonetheless. Besides, she enjoyed watching Kathryn sleep. And she loved the feel of her warm frame against her own.
 

Tentatively, Seven reached out to carefully roll the woman more firmly against her own body. She didn’t want to wake Kathryn. After the hours of demanding lust they enjoyed she knew the woman needed her rest.

Slightly annoyed, Seven realized that if Kathryn could enjoy the effects of Borg regeneration her compunction for human sleep could be slowly weaned away. It would only take the influx of several more doses of new nanoprobes. But just as quickly as the thought entered her mind Seven rapidly discarded it.
 

She knew that Kathryn would never volunteer to receive more nanoprobes. She barely tolerated the ones that had already infiltrated the systems of her body. Seven realized that she would have to make allowances for Kathryn’s less durable physiology if they were to remain lovers.

And Seven certainly had every intention of keeping Kathryn Janeway in her bed and in her life. She had waited for too long to quench this particular passion to ever think about giving it up. But as a sleeping Kathryn unconsciously rolled across her larger frame, the drone realized that she might have to make far more allowances for the woman’s physical condition then she ever realized.
 

Covering her small petite frame were rather vivid blue bruises and black welts all mixed in with a smattering of red bites. Woefully, Seven realized that she had let her strength get away from her. And the disturbing thought crossed her mind that if they were still on Voyager, she would be in for quite a lecture from the resident EMH.

The doctor was always giving Lt. Torres and Mr. Paris lectures on the nuances of safer sex. Their somewhat untraditional yet passionately violently couplings were legendary all over the ship. But now, as Seven looked down at Kathryn, the drone realized that in this instance it would appear that she had outdone even the Klingon’s renounced strength and voracious appetite.
 

And more unsettling was the fact that what she was seeing was only superficial. Last night, she had taken Kathryn countless times. She had used her mouth, the touch of her human hand, and finally she had even used the flexible steel of her implant.

At the moment, it was the last item that had Seven slightly worried. She could easily remember the moment when she had finally entered the woman that she loved. Kathryn’s eyes had flown open in shock at the contact. It was something that confused Seven really, now that she looked back on it.
 

Kathryn had known what she was going to do. In fact, the woman had even asked for it. Although, Seven suspected that the request stemmed more from curiosity then actual desire. The drone had been happy to oblige her regardless of the actual reason.
 

“Seven, what about…? Are you going to?” Kathryn has asked her taking short cautious glances at the morphic metal that made up her Borg implant.

It had surprised Seven to hear the normally articulate and commanding woman so tongue-tied. The drone knew that the subject matter was probably slightly uncomfortable for the woman. No matter how hard she tried to show Kathryn how okay everything really was Seven knew the woman still shied away from her Borg technology.
 

But Seven was okay with that. After all, she could easily show Kathryn that there was nothing to be afraid of. And besides, the drone knew that it was more then the subject matter that was bothering woman. It was only after several long lengthy hours of lovemaking that the woman had asked for a colder and deeper touch.

And though the drone truly did want to be fully inside her lover, she had decided not to push the issue if Kathryn was at all unsure. The woman had surprised her with her passion and ingenuity time and time again. She had always known that beneath the aloof exterior of a Star Fleet captain lied the beating heart of a warm and loving woman. She had simply never expected the woman to be quite so lusty.
 

It had become more then clear that Kathryn was no stranger to the many different art forms of Sapphic love. And Seven found herself the willing recipient of her former captain’s talents. The woman could do amazing things with her tongue. And when it had been placed right between her legs to gently suck on the apex of her need, the drone knew she could die happy and satiated.

And Kathryn had done it in such way that made Seven feel truly loved and treasured. She really hadn’t even guessed at the woman’s intentions until she felt her mouth sampling the liquid of her body. The woman had merely been lying next to her suckling on the bounty of her breast.
 

But all too soon for Seven she felt Kathryn’s mouth travel lower to the firm expansion of her abdomen. At first, the drone could tell that the woman was merely studying her. She could feel Kathryn’s eyes absorbing the lines and patterns of her Borg mesh, implant, and remaining human flesh all braided together in the perfect synthesis of human technology.

Yet, before she could even question the woman’s motives she felt Kathryn’s tongue quickly snake out of her warm wet mouth. Tenderly, the woman had traced every piece of shining silver metal with her tongue. And Seven could only roll her eye back in abject enjoyment.
 

Though there was nothing inherently sexual about the touch Seven felt like her body was slowly being worshipped. And she adored every single minute of it. She had been lulled into this warm and loving place where nothing existed but the two of them.

And she was there drifting about in the heated luxury of the moment when she felt Kathryn alter the means and method of her contact. Gone was the slow building caress of the long wet strokes across her abdomen. In its place was a firm and demanded exploration of the inner folds of her moist flesh.
 

Instantly, Seven had felt her body quicken and tense in response. Though it seemed that for the moment Kathryn was content to simply explore her body the drone knew that there was a deceptive knowledge behind the woman’s touch. Kathryn knew exactly what she doing. And the drone was more then content to lay back and enjoy every single erotic sensation.

Seven had been absolutely pleased to find that Kathryn hadn’t abandoned her physical position at her side. Instead, the woman had merely leaned down knowing that Seven’s body could easily absorb the weight of her own. The drone reached down with her implant stroking Kathryn’s long naked back encouraging the touch and the fulfillment that it promised.
 

And when that moment had finally crested and she felt overwhelmed by her physical release the drone watched in alarm and fear as her implant hardened and turned, capturing her lover’s arm in an impenetrable death grip. But Seven was helpless to do anything. She could only ride the long tidal wave of cresting passion hoping that her body wouldn’t betray her by hurting the woman.

If the touch caused Kathryn any pain she gave no notice of it. She only continued the wonderful oral ministrations of her tongue and lips letting Seven take every single drop of pleasure that she possible could. And when it was all finally over and done with, she sat up looking at Seven with a mixture of abject love and dire need.
 

The drone’s own release had inflamed the woman’s passion once more. And even though Seven had already given her far more pleasure and passion then Kathryn had ever thought possible; the woman couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted more. She wanted something else. She needed something undeniable and raw.

As she looked down at the hard metal trapping her arm, Kathryn knew exactly what she wanted. She needed to belong to Seven. She needed the moment when she could feel her body fully surrender to the drone’s. And much to her human dismay, Kathryn realized that she needed to feel the cold trappings of Borg steel claiming the very depths of her body…

Part 06

“Why are you staring at me?” Kathryn asked in a low husky whisper.
 

She didn’t even need to roll over to know that the drone’s human eye was trained solely on her body. Her body felt edgy, like at any moment her hair would stand on end and wild patches of goose flesh would break out. It was disconcerting and it overwhelmed her with a complete and sudden feeling of self-consciousness.
 

“Because you’re beautiful…and I like watching you sleep.” Seven mused as she watched the woman slowly turn over.

Kathryn felt a bit foolish as all her rather unsettling feelings quickly evaporated with the soft-spoken message of Seven’s words. She always felt a bit self-conscious after sexual relations. It was simply a part of her nature and something that she had grown to accept.
 

She was always at her most vulnerable when she took someone to her bed. They could see her body in all its naked beauty. They could touch her deeply and evoke in her responses that she never allowed the rest of the world to see.

But to Kathryn, the most frightening part of her sexuality always rested in the shear fact that one day, someone may just runaway with her heart. A Star Fleet captain couldn’t afford to lose control to someone else. And an officer couldn’t think with their heart.
 

Yet as she looked at the wide grinning smile of Seven of Nine, the woman quickly realized that none of those rules applied. She was no longer one woman in sole command of Federation starship. She wasn’t an officer, a captain, or even a citizen of the Alpha Quadrant. Here, she was simply woman.

And Kathryn was finding that going without the burden of command did have its distinctive upsides. And judging from the gleeful smile and rosy flush covering the Borg’s body, Kathryn suspected that Seven was pleased as well. During their long night together the drone had certainly been vocal about her pleasure.
 

The mere memory of Seven’s soft mews, throaty pants, and loud long screams brought a tinge of pride to the older woman’s face. For a time there she had been worried about her ability to please Seven. The drone’s life was a virtual monument to the pursuit of perfection. And the former captain had briefly worried that those standards would follow them right into the bedroom.

But much to her relief, no such impossible bar had been raised above them. Instead, their coupling had been warm, tender and lovingly affectionate. Of course, Kathryn could remember the more aggressive elements to it as well. There was certainly no hiding the fact that Seven was Borg. Her body bore the bruises to prove it.
 

“Are you functioning….How are you feeling?” Seven asked trying to question the woman in a more human manner. The manner of the question seemed somehow less efficient but Seven knew that the woman would appreciate her effort.
 

“Well, I seem to be fine.” Kathryn answered a bit too quickly for the drone’s liking.

Seven closely studied at the woman as she slowly turned to face the drone. She watched the woman try to conceal her slight winces of pain as her body weight shifted. Easily the drone could remember the cause.
 

Throughout the night she had been forced to hold Kathryn still. The woman could claw, push, and thrust with all the fury of a hellcat. Of course, Seven knew that the woman had only been trying to fully express the pleasure that she had been feeling.
 

But the drone had needed to concentrate if she was going to fully focus her attention. So, she had been forced to render the small woman immobile. Once she had used her human arm. But even with her superior strength she found Kathryn’s incessant bucking and begging to be quite…distracting.

The woman was simply a slave to her oral attentions. And once she had started her rather thorough exploration of Kathryn’s inner folds, she had no intention of stopping. Seven could clearly remember the act that had finally sent Kathryn right over the edge. She had slowly thrust her tongue inside the woman’s heated center. She stroked her with long firm penetrating licks all the while enjoying the feel of Kathryn quivering against her mouth.
 

“Seven please! Don’t stop…oh my gods…” The woman had screamed over and over.

The drone had willfully ignored the sharp pain of having her hair twisted and pulled. It seemed that during their passionate tryst she had somehow managed to awaken the captain. And the woman seemed to be overflowing with a sudden need to command.
 

But in this one instance, Seven didn’t mind following every single one of her orders with a zest and dutiful passion. She was after all, a true over-achiever at heart. It was only when the woman demanded a liquid wet penetration right to the very center of her need did Seven realize she was going to have take a more authoritative role with the woman beneath her.

Oh, she was more then willing to lick the woman in any manner that she might like. But Kathryn’s body was seizing and thrashing in an ever increasing rhythm. And it was becoming next to impossible to complete the tasks that were passionately demanded of her.
 

So with the quickness and stealth that her Borg physiology allowed, she easily entrapped the woman with the steel of her implant. She had heard Kathryn gasp as the cool metal touched her skin. But Seven wasn’t worried. She knew that at times, a cool touch at just the right moment could send a woman into dizzying fits of a needful frenzy.

And with Kathryn, the effect seemed to be no different. The woman thrust herself in a relentless manner against the cool touch on her skin. Kathryn simply couldn’t help the twisted and impassioned motion of her body.
 

But it was all to no avail. Seven had her firmly trapped. And when the drone’s tongue finally entered her Kathryn realized that the pleasure might just break her right in two. She had never felt anything quite so powerful or poignantly unsettling.
 

She had never begged anyone like she had Seven. She had never barked out orders in a heated frenzy practically demanding that her needs be met. But she couldn’t help it. Seven had reduced her to little more then a quivering ball of liquid nerves.

And when it had ended, Seven had only looked up at her with the wide eye of a truly innocent lover. It was as if her passion was the most wonderful and yet curious thing that Seven had ever encountered. And it was in that instant Kathryn realized that the drone would most likely study her with the same voracious scientific curiosity she attached to any worthwhile task. And the realization warmed her body from the very inside out.
 

But study had quickly become an insufficient term to describe the passion Seven had used to discover every single inch of her body. And as Kathryn looked down she realized that perhaps their joint effort had been a bit much. Most of the bruises looked far worse then they actually felt. But the woman couldn’t deny the slight tenderness she felt in her ribs or the ache in her side when she tried to move.
 

“You need a dermal regenerator.” Seven said rather tersely.

And for some reason the drone’s perceptiveness bothered the woman. She didn’t want Seven to ever think that she couldn’t handle the sexual friction between them. She didn’t want Seven to have to make allowances for her. She wanted desperately to be the drone’s equal.
 

But as she brought her legs firmly beneath her, Kathryn realized that that might not even be possible. The pain welling between her legs was familiar enough, though she of course hadn’t felt it in quite some time. It was the memorable ache of a long, hard and newfound penetration. And it made her feel like a well-used virgin.

Yet, as Seven reached for her body and pulled her into a warm embrace Kathryn realized that perhaps the swollen flesh between her legs was worth it. The drone was blissfully happy, more so then Kathryn had ever seen or even thought possible.
 

And as Seven captured her lips in a slow sweet kiss the woman realized that she alone had been able to reach the drone. She had managed to somehow slip through the ice of her Borg exterior and she found the heart of an impossibly warm and loving woman. And now that she had that…now that Kathryn had made that connection… she had absolutely no intention of ever giving it up.

Part 07

“You’re still tired.” Seven softly mused pulling the woman’s hair back to stare down into her eyes.
 

She had worried that her continual presence in the bed would cause Kathryn to stir. And even though she really did want the woman to rest and recover the drone found that she was unable to stop her own passionate curiosity. It had simply been too wonderful an opportunity to pass up. Studying Kathryn Janeway while she slept naked and satiated had certainly been an experience ripe with rewarding data.
 

“Yes, I am. Thanks to you.” Kathryn answered as she slipped her body across Seven’s.

She tried to ignore the slight tremor of pain that invaded her senses as soon as her legs spread to accommodate Seven’s larger frame. But if Seven noticed her slight physical discomfort, she gave no indication. Instead, she pulled the smaller woman more tightly against her body.
 

Seven couldn’t get over how much she loved the simple sensation of having Kathryn rest against her. She loved to feel the woman resting in her arms. She loved holding her. In fact, Seven was beginning to think that it was entirely possible that she loved every single thing about making love to Kathryn Janeway.

“What?” Kathryn softly asked. She had grown accustomed to seeing only one beautiful blue eye staring back at her own. At the moment, she could easily tell that Seven was lost in thought.
 

“I was just thinking that we wasted much time aboard Voyager. We should have been enjoying each other physically long before now. We were…inefficient.” Seven answered conveying complete disdain for the self-imposed restraint they had both shown while aboard the small ship that had doubled as their home.

But instead of agreement or another excuse, the former captain only laughed. The look on Seven’s face was simply priceless. And Kathryn was finding that the drone did have a point. If last night had proved anything it was that they were certainly compatible in any manner of physical couplings that they might enjoy.
 

Content to simply relax into the warm embrace of her lover, Kathryn rested against the ample breast of the drone beneath her. Slowly she let her hand trace lazy patterns across the creamy skin of her lover’s chest. Truly, she wasn’t trying to arouse Seven.
 

Her body was still far too tired for another go at Borg-human sexual relations. She only wanted to explore the blonde a bit. She liked touching Seven and the novelty of their new closeness was still fueling her thoughts.

In many ways, Seven’s body was still new to her. Though they had made love Kathryn imagined it could take years for her to fully understand the function and sensation of every single one of Seven’s now present implants. Strangely though, instead of intimidating her the thought only brought a renewed streak of pleasure right down her spine.
 

There was much she still had left to learn about Seven. Of course, the drone had already been more then accommodating. Seven had allowed her free reign to touch, taste, and tease any area of her body that she might like.

Seven had been far different then she had ever imagined. In her fantasies Seven was inexperienced and somewhat shy. But the reality of the situation had been quite the opposite. And Kathryn found that the difference had been quite rewarding.
 

Easily, she could remember the moment when she had finally dared to touch Seven deep inside. The sensations had both surprised and overwhelmed her. She had been exploring Seven with the thick of her tongue.
 

It was an act that over the years the small captain had thoroughly grown to enjoy. There was just something delicious about touching a woman there. It was a guilty pleasure that Kathryn had been forced to hide for much of her life.

But with Seven she felt no such need for qualms or issues of propriety. She searched for the fount of the drone’s liquid like a true avid explorer. And easily, Seven had spread her legs not giving shame or even modesty a passing thought.
 

And Kathryn couldn’t get over the quiver of arousal that had sprung through her system. Seven wanted her; that much was obvious. But she trusted her and wanted to reach a level of intimacy that Kathryn was more then willing to reach for as well.

Kathryn closed her eyes against the soft beat of Seven’s heart as she remembered the taste of her lover. Seven was pristinely clean and the sweetest shade of virginal pink. The very sight of her lover’s exposed folds had caused the woman to lick her lips in heated anticipation.
 

Gently, Kathryn had peeled apart the folds of her lover’s body looking for the true source of her need. The woman was surprised, but not unpleasantly so to see the slight shade of metal conquering even this region of her lover’s body. The metal was thin and satiny soft but it braided into the very thick of Seven’s most sensitive human flesh.

Kathryn had every intention of asking Seven what its purpose was. After all, she didn’t see the presence of another implant. And she suspected that these scant traces of metallic tissue couldn’t be a result of the far more prominent abdominal implant.
 

But ruefully her inner scientist opened up with a rather vehement opinion. Why ask for knowledge when she could easily experiment all on her own? So with a careful touch she leaned down to take a few tentative licks of the drone’s exposed flesh.

At first, the taste surprised her with its boldness and flavor. But again, the woman found the sensation to only fuel her already heated arousal. Seven tasted of metal, warm burning metal. And Kathryn had to grin with a self-induced pride that she alone had brought Seven to this wonderfully human state.

And in an effort motivated by her curiosity she had leaned up to watch the drone splay in a true example of her overwhelming need. Seven had been nothing short of stunning as she lay there. Her human eye had tightly closed indicating a heated concentration of the attention Kathryn was lavishly bestowing upon her. Her lips seemed even larger and more beautiful then usual. Kathryn was beginning to wonder if the drone was going to cry out for her when she noticed the form of her tightly clenched fist balling the sheet into her already white hand.

She decided then and there that she didn’t need to hear Seven cry out for her. She knew that the drone was enjoying her attentions. But Seven seemed to sense her inner desire to truly hear her voice because within the next moment the drone had let forth a scream filled with nothing but pure passion and satiated need.
 

It had caught the older woman entirely by surprise. She hadn’t realized that Seven was that close. Her attention to the drone had been exploratory at best. She had already mentally mapped out the next course of her oral onslaught when the drone suddenly proclaimed a deep achievement of passion.

She had looked up at the drone watching the heaving pants of her breasts and the perspiration trickling across her face. Seven had definitely enjoyed the attention of her mouth. Kathryn only wished that she knew exactly what she had done to send the drone right over the edge. After all, it was knowledge that she planned to use over and over again.
 

“I am…sensitive.” Seven managed to gasp out when she saw the confused stare coming from the woman above her.
 

“Obviously…” Kathryn answered enjoying the fact that the drone had been far more responsive then she had ever dreamed possible.

But that memory only served to bring up a whole new area that Kathryn wanted to investigate. Everything about the drone was cool, deceptively calm, and yet somehow breathtakingly passionate. And Kathryn was beginning to suspect that she was not the first person that Seven had taken to her bed.
 

And even though that thought nagged her mind, Kathryn found that she was truly upset by it. She was obviously the only one that Seven wanted. Now that the drone had her she seriously doubted that she would ever have to worry about sharing Seven’s affections.

She simply wanted to know where Seven seemed to get this experience from. The drone’s body had already told her as much. When she had let her fingers explore the inner depths of Seven’s body she had felt no resistance or tight constriction. In fact, Seven’s body had opened to welcome her own with the ease of a much experienced woman.
 

And now that she truly thought of it, Kathryn realized that her curiosity couldn’t just be laid to rest. Carefully, she leaned up with the sole desire of making eye contact with the drone. Once she had, Kathryn opened her mouth to ask the question that had been bothering her for quite sometime.