Conspiracy Continued

Seven disengaged the forcefield and faced the Captain with soulful eyes. Janeway stepped up, never breaking eye contact as she came to rest, kneeling before the young blonde. Her warm hand lighted on Seven's left thigh, and a certain amount of trust and something else, more intangible radiated between them.

"Delta Flyer to Voyager, two to beam out." Janeway requested her voice soft and gravelly. The sound of it reverberated through Seven, melting her at the core, as the familiar shimmer and hum settled over them, too late she remembered she was sitting?

When the two women materialized onboard Voyager, Seven was immediately deprived of her seat and began to fall over backwards onto the transporter pad. Reflexively, she reached out and grasped at the first solid substance she encountered, the Captain; or more specifically, the Captain's right arm. With her superior body mass, the ex-Borg succeeded only in toppling them both.

Janeway's eyes grew wide for a moment as she was yanked forward, only to find her impact cushioned by the deliciously soft body of her Astrometrics' officer. Janeway blushed fiercely, but curiously, Seven made no noise of complaint, nor did she attempt get up. The Captain lifted her eyes from the younger woman's chest to find the blonde regarding her with an dark gaze, her pupils nearly obliterating the rich blue of her irises. Janeway's eyes darted lower to the other woman's slightly parted lips, and she found the heat from her blush dissipating, while a new fire kindled deep within her. She raised herself up a fraction from Seven's pliant warmth, just enough so that their eyes were level. And then, without fully forming the thought, she pressed forward to taste the softness she had perceived. After what seemed like an infinite pause, Seven returned her caress enthusiastically, and their lips slid across each other like liquid fire. Electricity arced through Janeway's body, obliterating all coherent thought as she savoured Seven's full lower lip. And she was pleasantly surprised a moment later, when Seven repaid the favour in kind.

They continued kissing on the transporter pad, their bodies melting and remolding to each other, until a gentle 'ahem' interrupted them. Followed by a more persistent 'AHEM' when they did not respond immediately.

Their lips broke apart, but Janeway remained partially covering the blonde as she craned her head to one side. There she found a wide-eyed ensign looking as though he'd rather be mud wrestling a Hirogen than interrupting them. Toning down her force ten glare a little, she waited for him to speak.. "Uh? sorry, Captain. I, uh? Commander Chakotay is just on his way down." The last was said with a slight squeak as the ensign's voice broke. Janeway assimilated the information, and returned her attention to more important matters.
"We'll finish this 'discussion' later?" She asked, her voice low, and her eyes swirling a smoky grey-blue.
Seven's mouth twitched in amusement as she replied, "I knew there was a conspiracy."
Janeway smiled softly, "Of course, and I'm going to have to keep you under close, personal surveillance from now on."
"Elaborate." The blonde whispered.
"I intend to." Janeway answered with a smile, leaning in to recapture Seven's lips.