Dream A Little Dream

`Mmmm, Seven. That feels so good.'

`Um, no. It's me. Chakotay.'

`WHAT!'

For the third time that week Janeway awoke sweating and panting, and not in a good way. Alone in her bed as always, the captain brushed her hair back out of her eyes, rubbing some sense into her forehead. The dreams were becoming more detailed. Finally, she had managed to kiss Seven and hold the woman in her arms, and feel the warm naked flesh and cool steel implants press against her. She was kissing Seven, and taking her tongue in her mouth, and biting her full bottom lip, and Seven moaned, and moved closer to her.

Damn! And then, at the point where her hands reached out to touch her in more intimate spaces, and she called her name, waiting to hear her reply, hear more than a moan, that need, that raw desire, the reply she got was always the same.

Chakotay.

It was said in that soft, reasonable, passionless tone. He could have been asking Neelix for more coffee, or telling Harry to run a sensor scan or relating the most exciting moment of his life, and it was always the same.

Janeway ran fingers through her hair. She was awake now, and certainly not in the mood. Thinking about her First Officer and thinking about sex, just didn't go together. May as well stay awake.

`Computer. Black coffee, Jamaica Blue Mountain, hot.'

What she really wanted was Seven. It was time to admit that to herself, and past time to admit that to Seven. Not one to linger over decisions made, Janeway pulled her robe closer about her, finished her coffee, and sat resolutely on the edge of her desk.

`Computer. Location of Seven of Nine.'

`Seven of Nine is regenerating in the cargo bay.'

`Wake her, and ask her to see me in my quarters, now.'

`Acknowledged.'

Janeway had no problem using the computer as her personal assistant. She had no problem with using anyone to get the result she required. It was a Captain thing.

She ordered another coffee while she waited. The bitter, pungent odour was invading her mouth, her lips warming, her tongue near scalding in the hot liquid. It was good. There was more to coffee than a hot drink. Of the crew, possibly only Neelix understood that. Or perhaps Tom Paris, and his dedication to 20th century automobiles. Or B'Elanna and her warp core. Everyone had their own obsessions. This far away from all they knew and loved, one tended to cling to their obsessions, to treasure them and wallow in them. It was allowable, and Janeway felt obliged to cut them that much slack.

The door chimed, interrupting her thoughts. The Captain relaxed back on her lounge, crossed her legs, and placed her empty cup on the table. Her robe parted at the side, showing more than a glimpse of long smooth thigh muscle, and she let it.

`Come.'

Seven entered the room and stood just inside as the door closed behind her. Her hands went straight to her hips, and her mouth almost smiled as she noted Janeway's robe and casual attitude.

`I can tell this isn't work related.'

`You knocked first. I'm impressed. Sit down over here with me.'

`I was regenerating. Is this important?' Seven crossed quickly to the lounge and sat, not at the furthest point from the Captain.

`Do you dream, Seven?' Janeway's elbow rested on the back of the lounge as she turned to face the borg.

Seven frowned and looked uncomfortable. `Since becoming more human, I have experienced certain enhanced memory recall incidents during regeneration. Some of them have been unpleasant.'

`But not all of them?'

`No. Some have been, hmm, confusing. Unsettling. Is this why you summoned me? Have you had a bad dream Captain?'

Janeway nodded, smiling ruefully. `You could say that. I was dreaming that Commander Chakotay turned out to be my lover.'

`Your lover! Chakotay? You were not expecting that.'

`What makes you say that, Seven?'

`You said "turned out" like you were thinking it should be someone else.' Seven leaned back against the lounge and rested her feet on the coffee table.

`Comfy there, Seven? Can I get you something?' chuckled Janeway.

`No thank you Captain. Is this "girls talk"? I have heard Ensign Wildman talking with her friends, and when I asked, they said it was just "girls talk".

`Yeah, you could say that.' Janeway sighed and joined Seven in leaning back against the lounge, her bare heels resting on the coffee table. They sat that way in silence for several minutes, listening to the engines hum, and the occasional tick and whine of a working starship.

`Captain.'

`Yes Seven?'

`We don't do this very well, do we?'

`What?'

`This "girl talk" thing.'

`No, I guess we don't.' Janeway picked at the frayed towelling of the robe's sash. She could almost feel the heat from Seven sitting beside her, and she could definitely hear the slow and even breaths of the borg. She imagined those breaths coming harder and faster, and with an urgency that she had caused.

`Seven.'

`Yes Captain?'

`Do you know who I was hoping it would turn out to be in my dream?'

`How would I know that? It's your bad dream.'

`It wasn't bad, well not until Chakotay turned up.'

`I can understand that.'

`Yes. Well. Let's keep that to ourselves, shall we?'

`Indeed. So who was it then?'

`It was you.'

`I see.' Seven looked straight ahead, but her cheeks flushed. Janeway smiled at this very human reaction. The captain put her hands behind her head, slouched down further and closed her eyes. That felt much better already. Her instincts had proved correct again. She'd leave the ball in Seven's court for a while and let her get used to the idea.

It didn't take long. Seven had always been quick on the uptake.

`Captain. These dreams were sexual in nature?'

`They were indeed. And beautifully detailed in full living colour and surround sound. Yep.' Janeway felt the lounge next to her depress as Seven shifted her weight. She kept her eyes closed.

`You liked these dreams?'

`Very much. Up to a point.'

`I see. And you had one of these dreams tonight?'

`Just before I called you. Well, I did have a coffee first.' Damn fine coffee too. She licked her lips, and smelled her own coffee flavoured breath.

Seven's next comment came from just inches beside her ear. Janeway could smell the talc and ginger scent of Seven, and feel her warm breath against her neck.

`Then shall we proceed from where the good bit left off?'

Janeway opened her eyes, to see the full lips and soft blonde hair of her borg friend very close to her own face.

`That would be a damn fine idea.' Janeway's hand slid behind Seven's neck as she pulled her close for a kiss. Their lips pressed hard, and parted, then their tongues shot fast into each other's mouths and the kiss became harder still. Janeway leaned back to lie on the lounge bringing Seven with her, still attached to each other by their kiss, not willing to break apart or let it end. She could feel the soft heavy weight of Seven's breasts pressing against her own and the borg's leg slipping between her thighs and pressing against her. Damn, it felt good.

Seven finally pulled back from the kiss to look at her Captain. She smiled.

`Jamaica Blue Mountain.'

`Damn, you're good.'

`No, I'm better than good. I am Borg.'

`Do they all kiss as good as that?'

`Yes. The Borg do everything equally well.'

`I always appreciate competence in my crew. Oh yeah!'

Seven's hand had parted Janeway's robe, and were tracing the curve of one breast, then the other. Her metal tipped fingers were warm but unyielding against the smooth white flesh. She lowered her lips to the left nipple and embraced it, stroking the erect point repeatedly, and occasionally flicking it with the point of her tongue. Janeway closed her eyes again, and relaxed into the competent attentions of her crewmate. She raised her knee and settled the borg more easily between her legs, then rested a hand in the soft blonde hair, tightening her grip when the actions of Seven's tongue against her nipple grew harder and she felt teeth pressing firmly.

`Oh god, Seven!'

`Adequate?'

`Yes! But I need more. I need to feel you against me. Lose the damned suit.'

`A moment then.'

Seven sat up, reached behind her, and then shrugged her way out of the skin tight outfit. She rolled it down and away, then resumed her position between Janeway's spread legs. She reached down to undo the sash of Janeway's robe, and parted the battered towelling. Her hand returned to Janeway's breast.

`Smaller, but nice.'

`I'm glad you approve.' Janeway's hand went to Seven's breast and she grabbed what she could hold. `Large and very nice.'

`Tom Paris believes them to be Borg implants. He is mistaken.'

`Hell yes. Now, come here.'

`More kissing?'

`And less talking.'

`Agreed.'

Janeway held the woman tight against her, breathing her in with a kiss, and letting her hands travel down her long, muscled back. Her fingertips circled the base of Seven's spine, and stroked across the top of her butt. She could feel the younger woman pressing harder against her as she did, and then Seven rolled them both onto their sides. Janeway took advantage of this to slide a hand down between Seven's legs, to reach into the wet warmth of Seven's cunt. She felt very human here, and Janeway's fingers encountered no borg implants, just smooth wet skin and damp curls. She slid two fingers into Seven's cunt and felt the Borg tense around them, and gasp into her mouth as she continued to kiss her.

This was so much better than her dream. `Mmmm, Seven. That feels so good.'

`Captain, I. . . `

The computer beeped.

`Bridge to Captain! Commander Chakotay here, I was. . . `

`Of course it fucking is,' muttered Janeway against Seven's breast.

`. . .wondering if you could take a look at. . .'

`The sensor log? I bet it's the sensor log.'

`. . . the sensor log. We seem to have picked up. . .'

`A subspace anomaly? What odds do you give me, Seven?'

`. . . a subspace anomaly.'

`Your insight is astonishing Captain. How did you know?' Seven raised her head from Janeway's neck and surveyed the damage to her fair skin. It would pass.

`I'm the captain, Seven. It's my job to know my crew.'

`You have to go then.'

`For now. I'll be back.' Janeway extracted her legs and arms from about Seven, and shrugged her arms back into her robe. She leaned down for a quick kiss, then stood, gazing appreciatively at the reclining naked Borg. It wasn't a dream. It was better than a dream now. She nodded, smiling.

`I'll be back. And then, then we shall proceed from where the good bit left off.'

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