Feet First

'Don't give me any of that bonding crap.'

'Tuvok was most insistent. He claims it will give me insight into the human condition. He will attempt to access my repressed memories.' Seven stretched out her hand and eyed the remaining implants, then tucked the hand away under her head. 'It will make me more human. More like you.'

'Hmmmf. It sounds too easy. Other foot, please.' Janeway and Seven were ensconced on the Captain's lounge, wearing matching white towelling bathrobes, attending to the minutia of personal hygiene after a long relaxing spell in the hot tub. Janeway sat cross legged at one end of the lounge, her bathkit open beside her, hunched over Seven's foot in her lap, wielding a nail file and clippers at her toenails. Seven was lying back against a large pillow, running a comb through her blonde hair, a glass of iced tea within easy reach.

'There's a problem with "easy"?' Seven asked.

'There can be. Sometimes getting there is half the fun.'

'I see. The journey being more important than the destination.'

Janeway looked up with a pained expression. 'You've been talking to Paris again haven't you? Not one of the ship's more renowned philosophers. But what you'd expect from a pilot, I suppose.'

Seven grinned, and put her comb down. 'Unlike Tuvok?'

'Tuvok is Vulcan. That's in their nature. Tom's nature is to make puppy dog eyes at Mr Kim, and get his jollies flying the ship. If he could fly Voyager while bending Harry over the con, he'd be in heaven.' Janeway smiled and reached for the massage oil. She slicked up her hands and proceeded to kneed the hard flesh around Seven's heel, working her way up the sole and stroking the ball of her foot.

Seven sighed, closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the pillow. 'That feels nice.'

'Yes, I know.' Janeway worked on Seven's foot for a while in silence, letting her fingers slide around the slender toes, and stretching the ligaments and sinews, feeling the tension ease and the foot relax. She looked up from her work to see that Seven's eyes were closed, her hands were behind her head, and her robe had parted revealing a glimpse of smoothly curved breast and dark pink nipple. Janeway pursed her lips and blew gently. The cool breeze brushed against the borg, raising gooseflesh and the nipple.

'Captain?' Seven whispered lazily.

'What? Me?' Janeway lowered her head to the foot in her lap and took the big toe into her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the toe and her teeth pressed gently into the skin as she sucked it. Seven went 'Mmmmmm,' then shifted on the lounge, dropping her other leg off the side, letting her robe part with her legs. Janeway glanced up at the small movement, and smiled. She bent lower and ran her tongue up the sole of the borg's foot, licking between the toes on each stroke.

'Captain.'

'Yes?' murmured Janeway, as she placed Seven's toes into her own robe and brushed her nipple against them. Seven lowered a hand to the sash holding her robe closed and undid it. The same hand now slid down her front, brushing past her breast, down her flat, muscled stomach and into the tight blonde curls.

Janeway lifted the foot to her mouth again, but this time, began to kiss the hollow at the ankle, running her tongue over the pointed bone and watching the toes curl.

'Captain, please, here.' Seven parted her legs even more and held her hand at her cunt, spreading herself for Janeway. The Captain paused, then began to kiss Seven's shin, biting the skin, gently, but hard enough to make the borg gasp.

'All in good time, Seven. As Paris says, "the journey is more important than the destination". Can you wait?' She shifted until she was kneeling astride Seven's leg, licking trails towards her knee, watching the calf muscle flex.

'I can try.' Her hand moved as her middle finger dipped into her vagina and made the slow trip from clit to cunt and back again.

Janeway nipped the soft flesh on the inside of Seven's thigh. She could smell the clean scent of Seven's arousal, and taste the flowery soap they'd used in the tub on her friend's pale skin. She looked up to see Seven playing with herself, inches from her face.

'I better pick up the pace.'

'That would be appreciated Captain.'

A finger slid up the borg's thigh to join the finger already there, following behind the metal tipped digit as it dipped and circled.

'Captain?'

'Hmm?'

'Now would be a good time.'

'OK.'

Janeway closed the distance between her face and Seven's cunt. The borg said 'oh', and moved her hand to the back of Janeway's head, twisting her fingers in the tangled damp hair, and arching her back as the Captain's tongue poked and swirled at her. It didn't take long. With Janeway's hand pressed against her lower belly, her thumb working against her clit and the Captain's tongue flicking into her, Seven shuddered and gasped through her orgasm.

As she rested head on Seven's smooth stomach, drawing lazy circles of dampness against her thigh, Janeway whispered to the sated borg,

'Still happy to take the easy way?'

Seven chuckled, bouncing her Captain's head gently.

'Don't give me any of that bonding crap.'

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