“Touch.”
She felt a fleeting touch, and knew it was the one she had been waiting for. She could not tell how long she had waited she only knew that this was the moment. There would be no turning back, and she would not want it any other way.
Her body trembled at the thought of what was going to occur, her respiration increased as the touch became more insistent, leaving trails of fire each place it felt. She tensed for a brief moment, as the touch was replaced by warm lips.
“Breathe.”
Nodding her head she took a deep lungful of cleansing air, feeling the tension slowly leave her body. Warm lips were seemingly everywhere, yet nowhere at all.
Her entire consciousness focused on the sensations that were threatening to overload her brain, fearing she would never recover from whatever was awaiting her.
“Do you trust me?”
Again she nodded, not sure of her own voice with the answer.
“Do you… love me?” she heard whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed, her head turned towards the source of the question.
“Yes,” came her whispered reply.
“I will never hurt you… never intentionally. Do you know that?”
“Yes.”
“Give me your hand.” She watched as her hand was kissed, eyes never leaving hers. “Feel what you do to me.” She was startled when her hand was placed on the warm chest, she could feel the thundering heartbeat. “You alone will have that power.” Her hand was brought back up to those lips she longed to feel once more. “No one…” A kiss was placed upon her hand. “Shall ever…” Her heart rate increased, as another kiss was placed on the inside of her wrist. “Do the same.” To the inside of her elbow. “You are everything to me…” She felt the lips on her throat. “You are life itself…”
Her back arched, the trail of fire searing a path down her sternum.
“You are my life.”
She gasped when she felt the sudden wet heat of a mouth. Her skin puckered, as warm breath blew across her.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
Arms wrapped around her body, bringing her closer.
Body heat against body heat.
Hands caressing, molding, squeezing…
She lost herself in the mind altering sensations.
“I love you…”
She heard in her ear, her reply was cut short as lips found hers… she opened her mouth, wanting more.
Intimate touches…
Hands tangled in her hair, keeping her in place. Her arms around shoulders finally breaking away and shuddering at the experience. Foreheads touching each other, chests heaving.
Pulling away slowly, not wanting to break contact.
Soft smiles.
A hand moving strands of hair out of the way.
Her throat parched.
Gazes locked with one another.
Two halves coming together.
A finger gently tracing her lips.
A kiss, slower, longer, deeper.
Time stands still…
“Do you approve Captain?” Seven asks, puzzled by the sudden flush of color on the Captain’s face.
“Wha… what?” Captain Janeway replies, swallowing a few times, tearing her eyes from the padd Seven had handed to her and back to the statuesque woman standing before her.
“My first attempt at…” she tilts her head to the right, ‘Creative writing’. What did you think? The Doctor believes it would be… freeing in some way I have yet to identify.”
“Ah… yes. I… I think he wants you to tap into your imagination,” she said, placing the padd down on the table and walking over to the replicator, requesting: “A large glass of ice water.” She runs the glass across her forehead for a brief second, before returning to her desk.
“I see, and have I?” Seven asks, curious as to the Captains’ answer.
“There’s no problem here,” she replies. “But, I’m curious Seven. How did you chose your subject matter?”
“It was not easy. I accessed many data files, in an attempt to find something to write about, and I noticed the substantial amount of data stored in this particular field of literature.”
“Field?” Janeway asks, as she sits back down.
“Yes, I believe this would fall into the erotica category?”
“I see… well, no, frankly I don’t…”
“You seem troubled by my attempt Captain.”
“No, Seven. It’s… well done.”
“Thank you.”
Captain Janeway looks away from the young woman before she asks her next question. “Are you going to write more?”
“I am not sure, would you like me to continue with this?”
“That’s entirely up to you Seven,” Janeway answers quickly, knowing she’d very interested in seeing what else Seven would come up with.
“If I chose to continue, would you be interested in reading what I had written?” Seven asked. “I have not shown this to anyone else, you are the first person I thought of when I finished. I value your opinion, as I am new to this.”
Janeway gazed into Seven’s face. ‘She means it,’ Janeway thought. “I would be honored to read your stories.”
Satisfied that the impromptu meeting has come to an end, Seven nods her head, “I have taken up enough of your time Captain.”
“No, you haven’t. I looked forward to the next part.”
“Thank you Captain.” Seven took the data padd from Janeway’s hand and walks to the door.
“Seven…”
Stopping short of the sensor that would trigger the door to open, Seven turns around. “Yes Captain.”
“Where did your inspiration come from?”
Seven smiles, opening her mouth to answer the question.
“RED ALERT… ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!! CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE!”
“Later… you can tell me later,” Janeway says as she rushes out of her ready room and onto the bridge.
The End