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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.