Oh Seven!

by Em

Kathryn Janeway, Captain of the Starship Voyager, lounged in a large leather armchair, one leg draped over the arm of the chair swinging loosely as she watched the activities of the people in front of her. She held a mint green, silk handkerchief in one hand, and carelessly rubbed it against her full lips. She loved the feeling of the soft material against her skin, and she inhaled deeply of the subtle scent that arose from the handkerchief as she moved it below her nose. Her heart beat rapidly in time with the music that rose to a crescendo as the dancing couple reached the climax of their work. Kathryn was incredibly turned on, she felt sexy and sensuous and she knew precisely why she felt that way.

The music ended in a crash of cymbals and Kathryn stood up to clap enthusiastically. "Wonderful, wonderful." She cried out, holding her hands out to the dancers, who crossed the room to envelope her in a hug.

"Computer end program." Kathryn said after a few moments, and the dancers dissolved, leaving her standing alone in the holodeck.

She sighed, looked down at the handkerchief, and then slipped it inside her Uniform jacket. The door bleeped as she exited holodeck 2. Tom and B'Elanna stood outside waiting their turn. "It is all yours." Kathryn said enigmatically as she waved her hand behind her.

B'Elanna looked scathingly at her back as the Captain strode confidently away from them. "How gracious of her." She sneered.

"Now now." Tom said, hustling B'Elanna into the holodeck anxious to begin their time alone together.

Kathryn held her head high, she felt good about herself that day, and she smiled to herself as she allowed her mind to wander freely.

Earlier that day Seven of Nine, former Borg, had entered her ready room to ask her to play velocity that evening, and Kathryn had refused. The Captain had informed the younger woman that she had a prior engagement, but that she would see if she could squeeze a velocity match into her schedule later in the week. Kathryn did not see the look of jealousy that had flitted across the beautiful features of Seven before she had a chance to compose herself.

Kathryn knew that she could not afford to spend time alone with the former Borg, because she had finally accepted the inevitable, that she was in love with Seven of Nine. Not just in love with, but crazily, madly and passionately in love with. She had realized this a few weeks earlier, after the Doctor had given her copies of some photographs he had taken of the crew.

Once she had accepted that she was in love, Kathryn had found herself walking a little taller, feeling a lot happier, and being just a little bit wicked in her interactions with the other members of the crew. She knew that several of them had noticed the change in her, but none of them knew the reason for her behavior. She laughed as she exited the turbolift on Deck 3 and strode purposefully towards her private quarters.

As Kathryn entered the main room, she pulled at her jacket, unzipping it and removing it in one smooth movement. She grabbed at the silk handkerchief before it floated to the ground. She kicked her boots off, and began to unfasten her pants as she crossed to her bedroom.

Kathryn stripped naked and dropped her soiled clothing into the recycling unit then turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror. Since she had been more vigilant with her exercises, Kathryn's petite body had become trimmer and firmer. She turned sideways to the mirror and caressed her smooth stomach with the soft handkerchief. "I wonder what you would think of me naked." She asked quietly, draping the silk square across her shoulder and allowing it to float gently down her body.

As the soft material brushed against her breasts, Kathryn's nipples hardened and she inhaled, closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She imagined that the silkiness of the material was the gentle touch of Seven of Nine, and she gasped. "Oh boy." She said, opening her eyes again, and then she giggled.

"Or should I say, oh girl?" She said to herself, and winked lasciviously at her own reflection in the mirror.

Her gaze drifted slightly to the left and she smiled again as she looked at a photograph of Seven of Nine. The picture had been one that the Doctor had given her. He had taken it just after a game of velocity that the two women had enjoyed several weeks before. It showed Seven of Nine in a very small, very tight, blue and silver velocity suit. She had worked up a sweat during the match, and the suit shone in patches. Kathryn's eye was drawn, as always, so the dark patches that highlighted Seven's full breasts. It was after she had seen this picture for the first time that she had fully realized the depth of her feelings for the younger woman. She groaned slightly to herself as she reached out to touch the picture. Kathryn longed to reach out and touch Seven's breasts in real life, but she would have to make do with the picture.

After several minutes of gazing at the image and imagining scenarios where they both ended up naked, Kathryn decided to shower, and she crossed to her en suite bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror over the sink in the bathroom. She decided that her hair needed cutting, and she ran one hand through the short length of auburn hair. Kathryn's body tingled with desire again as she imagined her hand to be that of Seven of Nine. "What am I going to do?" She asked, looking at a second copy of the photo of Seven that she had stuck to the side of the mirror.

She smiled as the young woman stared back at her without replying. "You are so beautiful." Kathryn said, once again reaching out to the picture.

She knew that she was being foolish, but she couldn't help herself. There was something about the picture that made her insides turn over. Kathryn sighed and climbed into the shower. She knew that she and Seven could never have a relationship. Kathryn felt a pang of jealousy as she thought of Chakotay's romantic interest in the young woman, and she reminded herself to check the roster to ensure that he and Seven weren't scheduled to work together in the next week.

Kathryn stood beneath the cascading water and allowed the steam to build up in the small cubicle before slowly and deliberately lathering her body with a bar of rose scented soap that Seven had given her as a birthday gift. She closed her eyes again, and imagined that the hands roaming across her body where those of Seven of Nine, and she licked her lips as waves of desire swept through her. Kathryn was totally immersed in her imaginary encounter, her nerves were humming and her body was alive with need. She gasped and opened her eyes as a ripple of orgasm touched her core. She had pinned another copy of the picture of Seven in her velocity suit to the inside of the shower door, and she stared into the deep blue eyes of the gorgeous young woman as she leaned back against the shower wall. Kathryn longed to feel Seven's hands on her body, to feel Seven's naked body pressed against her own, to feel Seven's fingers playing her like a musical instrument. She groaned as her own hand worked its magic, bringing her to the edge of a rapid orgasm. "Oh Seven!" She groaned as she reached and crossed over the crest of her climax.

Kathryn leaned heavily against the glass door of the shower and inhaled deeply. "Oh my." She muttered, her legs felt weak and her ears felt muffled.

After several minutes Kathryn straightened up and quickly rinsed the soap off her body, and then stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a large fluffy towel from the rack and wrapped it around her lithe body. She still felt aroused and she wondered what it would take for her to get her mind off thoughts of sex with Seven of Nine. "If only a relationship wasn't out of the question." She said to herself as she went back into her bedroom.

Kathryn quickly toweled her hair dry, and then lay down on the satin sheet covered bed. The air in the room was slightly too cool and she felt goose bumps rise on her skin. She ran one hand over her flat stomach, and then sat up. "I have to get my mind into something more constructive." She admonished herself, knowing where her thoughts would inevitably lead her.

Kathryn went into the main room of her quarters. She didn't bother to dress, it was past 9pm and there wasn't one member of the crew who would disturb her at this time of day unless it was an emergency. She grabbed a padd from her desk as she passed, then crossed to the replicator. "Mango nectar." She commanded, and the computer bleeped.

A large glass of ice-cold mango nectar appeared, and Kathryn grabbed it, sipped from it and nodded her approval. She crossed the room and stood in front of the large window that looked out of the front of the ship. After a few moments she dragged her gaze away from the stars, and her mind away from the slender body of Seven of Nine, and sat with her back to the window.

Kathryn read the reports that Chakotay had copied onto the padd for her. It was mostly boring routine information, and she told herself that she had to read one more in-detail account of Crewman Harron's scheduled log entries before she could put the padd down again. She sipped the mango nectar, and a cold drop of condensation dripped from the glass into her naked breast distracting her from her task.

Kathryn looked up at the ceiling. "I give up." She said, and dropped the unfinished reports onto the sofa beside her. She sipped at the nectar again, and more drops of cold water dripped onto her naked skin. She stood up and went into the bedroom to retrieve a gown.

As Kathryn reached into the closet to pull out her peach satin robe she glanced at the photograph of Seven of Nine again, and sighed. She turned back to the living room and wondered what she could do to take her mind of the younger woman, as work clearly wasn't doing it. She was about to sit back down and finish her mango nectar when the door bleeped alerting her to someone's presence outside.

"Computer who is it?" She asked, turning to face the door, and gripping the neck of her gown with one hand.

"Seven of Nine." The computer stated simply.

Kathryn's heart thundered around in her chest and her groin thrummed. "Come in." She called, slightly breathlessly.

The doors swooshed open and Seven of Nine stepped in. She was wearing an off the shoulder, midnight blue silk gown that shimmered in the half-light of the corridor. "Seven?" Kathryn asked, wondering if her heart had really stopped.

"Captain? I am sorry to disturb you." Seven said, stepping further into the room as the door closed behind her.

"You aren't disturbing me." Kathryn said, not moving.

"I wish to speak with you." Seven stated when she realized that the Captain wasn't going to ask her what she wanted.

"Of course, come on in." Kathryn said, still not moving from her spot.

Seven looked stunning, her hair was swept loosely up, and a few loose tendrils curled around her face. The blue silk gown suited her, enhancing the creamy smooth skin of her chest, and highlighting the brightness of her eyes. The gown clung to her curves, and moved sensuously in the breeze that Seven created as she moved. Kathryn inhaled as Seven moved towards her, the silk slipped erotically over the younger woman's unfettered breasts, her nipples were proudly erect, and Seven smiled secretly as she watched the older woman's response to her outfit.

Kathryn closed her mouth with a snap and looked up into Seven's sparkling eyes. "Captain?" Seven asked provocatively, her head tipped slightly to one side.

"Seven?" Kathryn managed to stammer.

"I wished to give you something." Seven said, holding her hand out.

After several moments Kathryn tore her eyes away from the hypnotic gaze of the former Borg and looked down at her outstretched hand. There was a small blue velvet box resting in the center of Seven's palm. "What is it?" Kathryn asked, still not moving.

"It is a gift Captain." Seven stated, she was still smiling as she realized that she had got the Captain's full attention just as she had intended.

"A gift Seven?" The Captain repeated quietly.

"On the occasion of our anniversary." Seven stated.

Kathryn looked up in surprise. She was all too aware that she was naked beneath the peach satin robe and her grip tightened, keeping it closed at the neck. Her heart was racing wildly around in her chest and her breathing was ragged. "What anniversary Seven?" She asked, wondering if she was imagining the look on the younger woman's face.

"The anniversary of our first kiss." Seven said seductively.

"Our what?" Kathryn whispered, her heart was pounding in her neck and she felt her legs go weak as her crotch twitched expectantly.

"Our first kiss." Seven repeated, her lips curved in a sensuous smile.

"But we haven't.." Kathryn whispered so quietly she barely heard her own voice.

"Not yet." Seven said, leaning down to gently kiss Kathryn on the lips.

Sensation shot from Kathryn's lips, down through her chest, rattling her heart and pounding her lungs, and then traversed her body, thundering down to her groin where it pooled and intensified. Seven pulled back and looked down at the smaller woman. "You may open the gift now." She said, placing the small box into Kathryn's hand.

Kathryn floated around the room, her mind couldn't focus on anything. Seven spoke, but Kathryn couldn't make sense of the words. She felt something in her hand, and she tried to look down at it, but her eyes wouldn't focus. She looked back up at Seven, her lips parted with desire, her breathing heavy with longing, and Seven took her cue and leaned down to kiss her again.

Seven wrapped her long arms around the smaller woman and pulled her into the embrace. They kissed for several moments, neither wishing to break the moment. Then Kathryn pulled back slightly. "Oh Seven." She breathed.

"It is ok." Seven whispered gently.

Kathryn reached up to kiss Seven again, her tongue probing gently at the younger woman's full lips until she was granted entry. As Kathryn deepened the kiss all thoughts flew from her mind other than that she was finally kissing Seven of Nine.

Seven finally pulled back, she was breathing heavily, her lips swollen and her eyes filled with desire. "Captain." She gasped.

"For god's sake Seven, call me Kathryn." Kathryn said, loosening her grip on the younger woman.

"Will you open my gift now?" Seven asked, as Kathryn moved to the sofa and slumped into the soft cushions.

She crossed to sit beside the older woman, wondering how she had managed to resist kissing her before that night. Kathryn smiled at her, and gently placed her hand on Seven's cheek. "Seven, how did you know that I am in love with you?" She asked quietly.

"It was logical that you would, as I am in love with you." Seven stated, and Kathryn laughed.

"Why do you laugh Kathryn?" Seven asked.

Kathryn smiled. "Because you are so you. And I love you for it." She said, and gently kissed Seven's lips again.

"Kathryn please open the gift." Seven requested, looking down at the small blue box.

Kathryn finally flipped open the lid and gasped. Inside, nestling against the folds of blue satin, was a silver broach in the shape of the Voyager. On it were intricately engraved the intertwined initials S and K, elegantly covering the whole side of the ship. "Oh Seven it is truly beautiful." Kathryn said as she carefully removed it from the box and held it up to the light.

"Each time you look at it you will remember this moment." Seven said, and Kathryn smiled up at her.

"Oh Seven." Kathryn breathed as their lips met again.