After effects
 

It is disconcerting. Logically, I know well that my physical responses were not mine, but the Doctor's. Yet, it is still disconcerting.

I have noticed a behavioural irregularity in me which decreases my work efficiency. Since it has repeated three times already, I have researched for means to identify and correct it. My attempt to identify it was successful, yet I have not found a solution.

According to the database, I am day-dreaming.

I am imagining the scene as it happened on that ship. I feel her hands on my shoulders, and I hear her voice. Only it is not her voice at all. It is the Captain's.

The Captain's hands are on me, I hear her voice close to my ear, I smell her near me. I smell her a rousal, and I feel it trigger my own physical responses.

Slowly, she opens the fastenings of my clothes. I feel her hands on my skin, trailing downward, car essing my breasts. She carefully moves her hands over the implants at my waist, and the metal sudde nly feels inexplicably warm, even though I know it is impossible.

I am turned toward her. She smiles, the warmth in her eyes directed at me. She kisses me, possessiv ely. She softly pushes me downward and the bed isn't a medlab bed anymore. I am laying naked on sof t sheets, she's on top of me, naked as well, and I smell her arousal stronger now. My senses suddenly feel heightened to t he point of insanity, and I have the urge to touch her.

Tentatively, I feel the curve of her breast, hear her sharp intake of breath and it pleases me. Aga in, she kisses me, her need overwhelming me. My desire now overtakes me as well, and I let her cont rol me. As our tongues touch for the very first time, I feel her hand between my legs. I know what she wants now, and I wa nt it as well.

Spreading my legs, I invite her in. I feel her finger rubbing at my clitoris, then moving further, touching the moist walls of my vagina. She moves her finger up and then downward again, slowly gain ing momentum. As it doe s, my oxygen supply seems to diminish.

Suddenly, there are two fingers inside me, stroking my inner walls. Again, she's gaining tempo. At the same time, I can't seem to breathe fast enough. My insides suddenly seem to burn, pulsate and I have run out of air.

"Are you all right, Seven?" she says, and I feel her hand on my shoulder. "Seven?" she repeats.

I look at her, and I realize that I have daydreamed again. We are in Astrometrics. Alone.

"I apologize, Captain. I was distracted."

She looks at me. Apparently she knows that I have not spoken the complete truth. She nods slightly. As she starts to leave, she adds, "If there's anything you want to talk about, you know where to find me."

"Thank you, Captain."

As I watch the doors close behind her, I realize I might have to do that soon. Maybe.

The End