"A Touch of Home"

The holodeck doors slid open to admit Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One. She stepped into darkness and flashes of color. To her left was an amber moon low on the horizon, and a small lake adorned with flickering candles set afloat in the cool autumn breeze. To her right was a stand of trees illuminated every so often by the flashes of color that burst forth from the sky. Behind the trees were half harvested fields rolling on for as far as the eye could see. And at her feet, was a blanket of leaves that changed hue with every step she took. An overwhelming feast of unfamiliar sites and sounds and smells.

"Captain?"

"Over here Seven."

Captain Kathryn Janeway leaned casually against a large gnarled oak tree with one foot braced on a knot in the bark, next to her knee.

As she approached the captain, Seven's eyes darted here and there, taking in all the new sensations.

"You are early, Captain. Were we not scheduled for nineteen hundred hours?"

"No Seven, you're right. I just wanted to get here early to make sure everything was perfect."

"I see."

"You seem uncomfortable. Don't you like the program?"

"I am experiencing... apprehension. This is all new to me. You indicated that instead of our usual Velocity match, we would 'do something different'. I believe you called it 'a touch of home'. But you did not elaborate. So I was unsure as to what you were referring to."

"This is a special night Seven. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself."

"It is difficult to 'relax' when one feels like she is being bombarded by photon torpedoes."

"It's just fire works Seven. This is a celebration. Come on. Let's sit by the lake and eat some dinner. And I'll explain."

A thick green blanket and a small picnic basket complete with a bottle of wine and two glasses sat waiting near the lake shore. Janeway motioned to Seven that she should sit beside her on the blanket. As the captain poured the wine and doled out the goodies, she spoke.

"My home in Indiana on Earth is an agricultural hub, a farming community. Our fondness and pride in our traditions runs deep. And each year, after the major back breaking work was done, we had what was called a harvest celebration. Lots of fire works. Gobs of food and drink, with everyone surrounded by family and friends. This is one of my fondest childhood
memories. I thought you might like to share it with me."

Seven's expression softened almost imperceptibly. "Thank you Captain. It is gratifying that you would wish to share your memories with me."

Janeway gazed into the eyes of her Borg, searching, longing, questioning. She shivered.

"Captain, you seem to be experiencing discomfort. Should I ask the computer to raise the ambient temperature of the holodeck?"

She cleared her throat. "No Seven. It's not the temperature. There are other feelings besides cold which make one shiver." Janeway got to her feet and held out her hand. "Come. Let me show you my favorite part of the evening."

The gentle grasp of her captain's hand sent fire traveling up Seven's arm, purging the solitary numbness from her body. And she wanted nothing more than to wrap her being around Janeway to press the chill of loneliness from her as well.

"Here's a candle for you." And Janeway picked out one for herself. "Now, you light the candle, make a wish, and set it afloat letting your wish be carried away with the light."

"What shall I wish for?"

"Whatever you most desire Seven. The traditional wish is for prosperous crops the next year. But I never wished that wish when I was a child."

"What will you wish for now?"

"Uhhh... well, I can't tell you that Seven."

"And why not?" She angled her Borg brow in question.

Janeway leaned over to Seven, gracing her with that crooked, sensual smile and whispered, "It's a secret."

"Ahh, I see. Perhaps if I tell you my wish, you will share yours with me as well."

"Perhaps."

The game was a foot. And in Janeway's experience, when her young Borg wants something bad enough, Seven usually finds a way to get that something.

"You may go first Captain."

Janeway nodded. The igniter hummed in her palm and the candle wick burst into flame. And as she set the candle adrift on the glass-like water, she wished with all her heart, that for once, her wish would actually come true.

Seven watched her as she released the glowing vessel. Janeway's struggle, her heartfelt desire, was achingly apparent. It moved something deep within the young woman. She yearned to remove all traces of that look from her captain's face.

She spoke in the gentlest of tones, "I believe it is now my turn."

Without the slightest hesitation Seven lit her candle and set it on the water. She turned to face the captain and stepped close enough to feel the heat emanating from her body.

"Kathryn, my wish is to be loved by you and love you, for as long as I exist."

Before Kathryn could catch the breath that had escaped her, Seven moved to within a shadow's thickness of her lips.

"I wish to wrap you in the warmth of my naked body, to erase the pain from your eyes with the touching of your flesh upon mine."

"Seven..." a whisper, a breath upon the lips of her salvation. Salvation for a Starfleet Captain, for a woman, lost, not only in the Delta Quadrant but in the vast emptiness of her self-imposed prison of isolation.

And a Borg, shall set her free.

The kiss started with a gentle fevered wetness, and burst into hot flames and grinding passion.

"Mmmmohhh!" With breasts heaving, she tore her lips from Seven's.

"Kathryn... I desire you."

The captain's surrender came in a veracious gasp of desperation. "Yes."

Seven, happily suffocating in her soul's affection, breathed her desideration into Kathryn's sweet scented hair. "I feel as if my blood will ignite. But I am unsure of how exactly to..."

Her questioning was silenced by a finger to her sweetly, aching lips.

"We will find our own way... together, my love." She flashed another disarming smile toward the ex-drone, warm yet hedonistic.

They disrobed in silence, each drinking in the sight of the other as flesh was revealed inch by glorious inch. The thick green blanket that had served as a table cloth now served as a wrap to insulate their fragile, desperate spirits from the bitterness of the darkfall. The captain's desire, once released, was a source of power which amazed,  and left her young lover gasping in sweet anticipation. She tasted Seven, feasted on the citrus-salt essence of her partner again and again, unable or unwilling to sate the void that seemed to have been in possession of their souls for far too long.

"Kathryn!" Seven cried out onto the autumn breezes. She sang with the abandoned of ardent euphoria.

The multicolored leaves rained down on them like a benediction from mother nature, covering them with a protective blanket of her own. Kathryn rocked Seven in her arms, whispering love and promises into a joy the likes of which she had never known, until she came to know her Seven.

After a long silence came a joyously tearful, "Kathryn?"

"Yes my darling."

"I can not adequately describe what I am feeling."

"You don't always have to use words. Your tears and your smile show me everything that you can't find words to say."

"I love you, Kathryn."

"I love you so much, my sweet Annika, I fear I will, never be able to tell you how much."

"As you said, you have already shown, me. Now, I wish to show you."

"Yes," she whispered, "please Seven."

It had been so long since she had been loved. So long since she had been driven to the edge of the abyss and pushed off into a sea of rapture where the waves of ecstasy could wash over her, cleanse her, set her afloat. And she wanted no one else but Seven of Nine to push her over that edge.

Seven got to her knees and straddled Kathryn, throwing back her head, so that her shimmering golden locks tumbled soundlessly upon her shoulders. She paused over her partner like a goddess, glowing in the light of the harvest moon.

Kathryn gasped, "You are incredibly beautiful. So lovely. Touch me Seven. Take me. Love me... God how I want you!"

Seven graced the captain with a brilliant toothy smile and pressed the full length of their bodies together, fervent and wanting. Kathryn's moan was muffled as Seven began eagerly devouring her mouth. They reveled in the taste of tongues and teeth and lips. But Seven's desire was pulling her elsewhere. She bit and nipped and sucked the flesh of her lover's neck and trailed her way down to Kathryn's breasts. She began alternating back
and forth, giving each soft mound equal attention, becoming lost in the the wonder and responsiveness of her partner. Seven pulled away slightly and blew cool air on fevered nipples, watching as they hardened, and listening to the gasp that escaped her captain's lips. She licked and rolled the nipples between her teeth and sucked them into her mouth feasting on her beloved until Kathryn was writhing under her and clutching at Seven's hair.

"Seven, Please! I can't wait any longer."

Seven shifted to her side to gain better access to her partner's engorged, tender folds and slipped three fingers, slowly... deeply, inside Kathryn's silky, burning walls. She could smell the balmy fragrance of her lover's aching sex, which emboldened the ex-borg's human instincts.

"You are very wet Kathryn," she whispered.

She could only rasp in acknowledgment as Seven began caressing the older woman's throbbing center. And as Kathryn grunted and undulated against the hand that so exquisitely pleasured her, Seven set up a squeezing rhythm which matched that of her partner.

"Come for me Kathryn," Seven murmured.

"Yesss. Gloriously yes."

"Come for me my sweet, wonderful Kathryn," she breathed into a delicate ear, surrounded by fiery whisps of dampness.

"Oh... huh... huh. God... yes!"

Kathryn bucked into Seven's hand once more and froze with trembling hips raised. She pulsed tighter and tighter around the fingers that were giving her such delicious ecstasy, drawing them in to never let them go. The captain threw her arms around her partner's neck pulling Seven close so that her full breasts could warm and cushion Kathryn through her climax.

"Seven... oh Seven, I love you."

"As I do you."

The young Borg massaged her lover's sex and lazily trailed her fingers through the moist auburn curls, until the older woman regained control of herself. Seven stroked and soothed Kathryn, placing butterfly kisses on her cheek and nuzzling the soft skin of her neck.

"I enjoyed this recreational time much more than our usual Velocity matches," Seven quipped.

"I should hope so!" Kathryn chuckled.

"However, our holodeck time will expire in 2.7 minutes. I do not think it would be appropriate for one of the crew to find us in this manner," acknowledging their intimacy by gently drawing her partner a bit closer.

"That's true my love. Computer site to site transport. Two to beam to the captain's quarters. Energize."

And as she and Seven disappeared into the transporter beam, Kathryn couldn't help but think she would be rematerializing this time, whole.

Complete, in the arms of Seven of Nine.

~~~The End~~~

"Survival is insufficient".......*loving* is perfection.

Copyright: 1/2000

 




 

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