Asking Nicely

'Are you sure you want this?'

'Yes.'

'Are you *sure*?'

'Yes, please!'

'No. I don't think you are sure. I don't think you want this at all.'

Janeway straightened slowly, her loosened hair falling and trailing over the tight, well muscled stomach of the Borg woman. The pale, newly human skin still glistened damply from Janeways tongue as she'd licked thin lines of moisture down from the wonderfully rounded breasts to the deep cleft of her navel.

'Please, continue. I need it.'

Blowing a stream of cool air across Seven's stomach, Janeway smiled at the raised gooseflesh. 'You may believe that. But really you just *want* it. There's a difference between wanting and needing.'

The naked Borg lay stretched out on the bed, her arms placed at her side, as she was told. The Captain was fully dressed in her uniform, but her hair was unbound. She sat, legs crossed, on the edge of the bed, and idly stroked a finger against Seven's sole, watching the toes curl.

'The Borg do what is needed. Not what is wanted.' Seven whispered.

'Then we'll have to work on that, won't we? Open your legs.' The command voice came easy, along with the frown. Seven obeyed the tone, before the meaning sunk in. The Captain's teasing finger on her foot became a firm hand running slowly up a long leg. The hand paused, an inch before reaching the tangle of damp curls. Janeway raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question.

'Yes, Captain. Please.'

'This?'

Janeway's index finger flicked out, stroking the inside of her thigh, occasionally brushing through curls and against a fold of soft skin, gently, gently.

'Yes. That. But more.'

'Do you want it?'

'I...I require it.'

The hand left its explorations, causing a moan to escape from Seven's full lips.

'That's not the right answer, Seven.'

Janeway stretched out alongside the naked woman, resting her head on her hand, studying the Borg's face and the remaining facial implant. It looked good on her. It was a constant reminder of Seven's alien past and served to remind Janeway of the power she maintained over this Borg. At anytime, she could remove her from the ship, send her back to the Collective. Chakotay would be pleased. But pleasing him was not on the agenda anymore. Technically, Seven was an outsider. Technically, there was no chain of command. But there was still power.

'Captain?' Two trusting eyes turned to her. Janeway could feel the want in them even if the Borg refused to acknowledge it.

'Say please.'

'Please?'

The kiss was hard. Their mouths mashed together as Janeway devoured the lips custom made for biting. So she bit them and tasted blood. Her tongue invaded the mouth beneath her, feeling tongue and teeth and cheeks. She felt and heard the Borg's breathing change and become forced and deep, a warm rush of air against her face. Finally, the Captain felt a hand reach for the back of her neck, and hold her, hard. That wouldn't do. Janeway reached for a breast, a nipple, erect and hard beneath her fingers. She felt Seven twist into her grip, pushing that breast into her palm as the kiss continued. Janeway pinched the nipple. Real hard.

'Ah!' Seven gasped and broke off the kiss. She realised where her hand was and dropped it back by her side at once. The Captain did not release her hold. Seven's chest heaved as she sucked in deep breaths, her eyes fixed on the Captain's. Janeway twisted the small pink nub slowly and smiled.

'Are you sure you want this?'

'Yes!'

'So you *want* it then?'

'Please, yes.'

'Say it for me.'

'I... want it.'

Janeway let go lowered her mouth to the tender, reddened point, kissing and licking the hurt away. 'See?' she murmured, her voice low and restrained. 'That wasn't so hard.'

Seven sighed as Janeway continued her caresses.

'Even Captains have needs, Seven.' Janeway whispered against her neck.

'And *wants*, Captain.'

'That too. You can touch me now, if you like.'

Seven smiled as she rolled over to face her Captain.

'Are you sure you want me to?'

'Yes. Please.'

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