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Seven stood with her back to the entrance to the kitchen.  With her Borg-enhanced hearing she clearly had heard Kathryn coming down the stairs, nevertheless, she pretended she had not.  Kathryn leaned against the cold storage unit observing silently.  Seven was wearing a sundress.  Its pale yellow flowers and spaghetti thin straps practically screamed softness and vulnerability.  Kathryn knew there was nothing vulnerable about the body it covered but there was plenty that was soft and she needed it.  Right now!

Without a word, she stepped up behind Seven, reached around her, and switched off the old-fashioned stove.  She wrapped her hands around Seven's waist and ground her pelvis into the form before her and gave a feral growl.  Seven had known this was coming, yet it still took her breath away and made her weak in the knees.  She reached for the edge of the counter for support and leaned back into Kathryn's arms.

Then Kathryn's hands were at her breasts—ravaging them mercilessly.  The line between pleasure and pain was blurred and a groan escaped Seven's lips.  She felt Kathryn biting her shoulder hard, then licking and nibbling tenderly, and then biting viciously once again.  Moisture drained down her thighs.

Kathryn continued to grind into her hips and Seven became aware of the firm bulge at the juncture of her wife's thighs.  She pressed back into it, inciting Kathryn's need.

One hand dropped to Seven's hip and grabbed at the fabric of her dress—slowly lifting it until the hem was waist high. She slipped her hand into the soft blond curls and felt the moisture beckoning her.  Fingers slid into the folds.  Seven cried out.  Kathryn growled again.  “Mine!”

She pulled Seven's hips toward her and spread her legs with a knee.  Seven bent forward, giving Kathryn full access to her desire.  Kathryn knelt and took a swipe with her tongue.  Then another.  And another.  Teasing.  Tormenting.  Tantalizing.  Then she suddenly stood, grabbed Seven's luscious hips, and plunged all the way inside.  Thrusting furiously she lunged into Seven and withdrew again and again until her strength was gone.  She fell limp on Seven's back—frustrated and disappointed.

She felt Seven move forward and the attachment fell awkwardly between her legs.  Seven stood and turned, lifted Kathryn into her arms, and carried her to the table.  “Let me remind you how it's done, Captain,” she said. As she deftly removed the leather belt from her lover's body she kissed a tear from Kathryn's cheek.

“Yes,” Kathryn sighed weakly.  Another tear escaped from closed eyes. “Release. Please, Seven...”

Seven smiled.