First Musing

Seven stood in the dark quiet of the room trying to get her bearings. Just moments before she had been on the bridge standing next to Ensign Kim. Now suddenly she found herself standing in the middle of ...was she in the captain's quarters?

Seven crouched low, positioning herself into a more useful, defensive stance. Having no idea how she had come to be there, she instinctively prepared for the unexpected.

Seven considered her options as she sat very still with one knee on the floor and the other tucked between her breasts long enough to survey the area for the offending party. She could either remain where she was, which would mean sitting in the middle of the floor until someone found her; or she could investigate her surroundings and try to figure out what was going on. The choice for Seven was an easy one. Waiting was certainly illogical and a waste of valuable time. She had no reason to assume the rest of the ship was looking for her or even that she was considered missing. She was after all still on the ship.

Seven stood slowly, shaking her long lower limbs. Her legs tingled, a sensation she had yet to grow accustomed to. She would have to speak to the doctor again later. Perhaps he would have to increase the rate at which her body *oxygenates* or at the very least give his okay to increase her exercise program. He had been holding her back, gradually increasing the time and intensity fo her workouts, while Seven herself preferred a vigorous exercise routine.

Once standing at her full height, Seven moved quietly and cautiously toward what she assumed was the captain's sleeping area. Just before she entered the other room, she heard a faint rustling sound. Seven leaned back into the wall just outside the room and tapped her com. badge.

"Computer, intruder alert."

She waited exactly 1.5 seconds, twice the time for a computer response, before she tapped her badge once again.

"Seven to Commander Tuvok."

Again she waited. When no response came she slipped quietly into the sleeping area, crawling on her hands and knees.

Kathryn, who had been aware she was not alone since Seven's sudden entrance, watched slightly amused as Seven crawled into her quarters. Dressed as she was in her black thick cat suit, she looked very much like a powerful panther in heat as she prowled around her bed. Seven, singlemindedly engrossed in her feline-like investigation looking for something out of the ordinary, neglected to even check for someone in the bed. She chose, rather to look beneath and on the other side of the bed.

"You know, Seven, you have a very unusual way of dealing with the unexpected." Kathryn smiled at the too large, cat-like bewildered eyes.

"Captain, I ... I did not know you were here. I... only intended..." Seven leaned back nervously on her right heel. She had become accustomed to this nuance of a habit since her stay aboard Voyager. One of many she had adopted and wished she could get rid of.

Kathryn watched her bewildered crewman. "Never mind, Seven. Just tell me how you managed to get past the security lock on the door." Kathryn knew perfectly well there were only about four crewmen who could get into her cabin by bypassing the security system; Tuvok and Chakotay, with or without clearance, B'Elanna and herself. Now she would have to include Seven. "Seven? How did you manage to get in here."

Kathryn sat up in her bed, careful to pull the sheets up to cover her body, bringing her knees to her chest. She watched Seven's face turn from ashen white to crimson red. She realized that Seven was as much at a loss as to how she'd come to be in her quarters as she herself was as to how she ended up laying naked in her bed. One moment she was joking with Commander Chakotay about the crew's work schedules and the next she was prone in her own bed, minus clothing and feeling very aroused. That she guessed was due to her close proximity to her stunning commander. Hell, her body had reacted that way to him on many occasions. But never had she ended up naked in bed as a result.

OK... well maybe she had, but that was usually her own doing and she always was aware of how she had come...to this place.

"Captain, I have no idea..." Seven searched for words to describe her experience.

"You have no idea?" Kathryn raised her brow and leaned comfortably on her knees. Her slight irritation was overshadowed by amusement at Seven's lack of information and her own Borg-like reaction to that fact. Seven completely stumped; Seven speechless, how adorable.

Kathryn's smile fell a little crooked as she watched Seven's confused expression shift into something entirely different. The expression struck Kathryn as a little odd and very much out of character. Was Seven....? Seven's gaze was locked on her own body. The sheet had fallen down a bit revealing the roundness of her breasts and Seven was staring, taking in ever nuisance of color and texture with her eyes. Kathryn allowed the scrutiny, leaning back on the heels of her palms as the sheets slid to her waist; she welcomed the inspection and the feelings it evoked in her.

Seven was helplessly drawn to the foot of the bed, stalking slowly, heel then toe to the floor. Once there she stood at Kathryn's feet wanting nothing more than to turn and walk away from the confusing sensations rising up in the pit of her stomach to move upward as small waves across her lower abdomen and then settle as a tight constriction in her chest. She stood at the edge of the bed as she considered her own response to her captain. Was this the correct behavior? Was she functioning properly? Was she reading her own thoughts correctly? Was the captain feeling what she felt as well? Certainly, this situation could not go without further...exploration.

Kathryn watched quietly. She had been tempted by Seven for a while but would never have approached her. That would be out of line and she didn't want to take advantage of Seven's innocence. However, Seven had come to her. If she was there of her own accord and willing to make the first move, perhaps temptation could be acted upon. Now she would wait just a while longer. She had to be sure. Seven had to be sure first. Seven need only take that first step and then and only then would Kathryn step in and take over.

Kathryn was pulled from her momentary fantasies by the cool air which enveloped her body. Seven had pull the sheets which covered her body and was surveying her pale skin as if she were examining an interesting puzzle in engineering. Kathryn turned over on her side and waited patiently. Either Seven would choose to join her after her inspection or she would simply leave.

In the latter case, neither woman would ever have to think about the occurrence, storing it to memory as nothing more than Seven's natural response to her Borg-like need to investigate.

However, the former proved to be the case. Seven moved to the side of the bed. There she hesitated, unsure of Kathryn's response. When Kathryn gave none, she sat on the edge of the bed placing her hand on Kathryn's throat, running her thumb along the more experienced woman's jaw line. Kathryn smiled and lowered her chin so that Seven's thumb grazed her mouth once before she pulled the thin digit between her lips. She sucked the thumb as she sat up on the bed straddling Seven's side with her legs. Releasing the thumb, she gather the fingers slowly kissed each tip one after the other. She watched Seven's response to her touch, please that her reactions were just as she hoped.

"Seven..." Kathryn's voice was low and husky.

Never had the ex-Borg experience anything remotely like what she felt at that moment. Her entire body tingled. Impulses were dictating action she never dreamed possible. She wanted to cover the captain's mouth with her own, touch her in ways she had touched no other and she wanted to be touched similarly. Incredibly enough, because of her experience with the Borg, she had access to several thousand appropriate female to female copulating positions. That information had always been low priority. Now.. now her mind worked at great speeds as she 'accessed' those images in her mind and replayed them over and over.

Meanwhile, Kathryn had turned her and slowly unzipped her clothing to expose much of her back and side. Both women paused at that moment, each wearing a questioning expression, to confirm the other's eager participation. Seven responded to Kathryn's smile of pleasure by drawing her hands inside her clothing as she pulled them both to their feet. Her touch triggered a more basic response and she covered Kathryn's mouth with her own.

The kiss was surprisingly powerful for both, releasing a passion which threatened to consume them. Kathryn pushed her hands further into the catsuit, skimming her palms across warm flesh. Eager to have more territory to explore, she pushed the material from Seven's shoulders freeing her torso from the restrictive garment.

Kathryn trailed her hands from the small of Seven's back around her waist and upward to pass between her full breasts. Blue, blue eyes locked onto hers as Seven's breath came quicker and more unevenly. She withdrew her hands and reached up to brush fingertips across Seven's lips, all the while wanting more than anything for Seven to accept her. Kathryn stopped her touch to allow Seven to again assess her feelings.

Seven stood frozen in place for a moment as she analyzed several possible secenarios that might be the outcome of this opportunity. The one most tempting to her caused her to step back away from Kathryn pushing her own hands into the bottom of her jumpsuit forcing them over her hips and down her tight thighs... slowly, never taking her eyes from her soon to be lover's. As she shimmied completely free, Kathryn sat again on the bed inviting her to sit as well, pulling her down postioning her so that Seven sat straddled between her legs.

Thus began the long awaited dicovery of bodies. Beginning at Sevens knees, Kathryn moved her fingertips excurciatingly slowly towards her hips. Sevens entire body tingled with anticipation. Once there, Kathryn smoothed her hands across and down towards her inner thighs. The slow movement was beginning to drive Seven out of her mind. When finally Kathryn cupped her hands gently between Seven's legs, the younger woman was squirming on the bed. Kathryn realizing Seven's torment dipped a single finger into her slick folds fondling only enough to release a little of the tension that both could feeling building.

Seven moved against Kathryn's hand forcefully wanting more than Kathryn was willing to give. Instead she pinched her hard clit, sending Seven on a sharp spiral down surrounded by acute ecstatic waves. For now that would have to be enough for Kathryn had pulled out her finger and began moving upward towards Sevens heavy breasts. She gathered both her breasts in her hands and caressed them lovingly before closing in on her exquisitely pebbled nipples. Kathryn stood up on her knees in order to view how wonderfully they reacted to her touch. Her breathing became more shallow as she watch them darken and peak.

Seven arched her back into Kathryn's small hands and began to moan softly, humming in rhythm with Kathryn's circular motion.

"Please..." Seven, barely registering the sound of her own voice, turned to face Kathryn as she spoke. "Will you?" she asked as she twisted her own nipples just as Kathryn had.

Kathryn guided her down to the bed. Laying her own body intimately close, she crossed her left leg over Sevens and began to grind against her hip.

"Only if you want me Seven."

"I do." Sevens answer was neither tentative or cautious.

Kathryn covered her mouth with her own, slipping her tongue between the very full lips she had fanasized about capturing many times before. She plundered Seven's mouth taking care to tickle the area behind her teeth.

Seven turned her body completely into that kiss taking control of her own actions until she had completely overwhelmed Kathryn, to end the kiss by pulling back with Kathryn's captured bottom lip between her teeth. She held the delicious thin lip between her teeth sucking it until Kathryn herself was lost in ecstatic waves.

Kathryn clinically observed that the Borg had indeed done something for Seven. In it merciless assimulation, the Borg had unwittingly created a civilization of creatures who could make love 1,345,484 ways and now she would reap the benefits of at least three of them... hopefully four. And she was certainly ready.

Kathryn moved to cover Seven's body with the full length of her own before taking her mouth once again. Seven's reaction to the kiss which left her squirming beneath Kathryn heightened both their arousal. Seven may have had the mechanics, but what Kathryn lacked in information, she made up for easily in experience. She slid her body down Seven's long sleek form until she face Seven's patch of dark blonde curly hair. She wanted nothing more than to latch onto her snatch quickly but knew she needed to calm first. If she began now, she would do so greedily and Seven would come to soon. No, she wanted to feast on Seven this first time. She wanted Seven to remember this first experience as she would no other.

Kathryn held Seven's body still by holding her hips on the bed. She then parted her legs with her elbows and began blowing cool air between her pursed lips on Seven's wet private. When Seven slowed her roll, Kathryn opened her mouth wider and began to blow hot air then watched as moisture collected in a small pool between Seven's legs. Kathryn's plan had been to make Seven beg for her to take her; but Seven's lips were so flushed and full and the results of her desire released from her body so inviting that her plans for torture was soon forgotten.

Seven gasped as Kathryn grazed the tip of her nose between her cleft before licking her completely from bottom to top with one full slow stroke. She began to move reflexively as a sharp wave made its way from her crotch to her chest.

Her hips rocked in a way that heightened the sensation Kathryn created. Never had she felt a feeling so nerve-rakingly intoxicating. She gripped the bed sheets, clinging to them as if their existence kept her rooted in reality... but to no avail. As Kathryn's tongue moved closer to her hard clit, Seven felt her body float up from the bed.

Kathryn enjoyed Seven, ravishing her thoroughly. Kathryn ignored Sevens inexperienced rants as she begged for more and pleading her to stop and continued eating heartily the from the wetness which Seven's body seemed to have an endless supply. Kathryn used her skillful tongue in ways which Seven would no doubt not soon forget.

The sensations created within her had Seven had arching against Kathryn only to fall into a frenzied turbulent spiral down. She felt as if she'd left her body to float outside it. Only when she felt her body hit the bed did she find that she could breath once again. As awareness returned, she found herself laying with Kathryn, who had come up to lay next to her as she attempted to catch her breath. Neither spoke as they lay there together in Seven's first potent afterglow which easily surrounded them both.

Just as she had gathered up the nerve to speak, she heard her own name being called. She looked into the eyes of the person who spoke her name.

Harry Kim.

"Are you all right, Seven? You look a little pale and you seemed pretty far away." Harry stepped back noting the heightened pulse rate and well as shallow breathing. "Maybe we should take you to see Doc."

Seven's eyes quickly scanned the bridge, looking for some outward sign that would tell her if anyone else had shared the odd experience of being away from the bridge for seemingly a long period of time then placed back only to realize they'd been gone only seconds. She looked to one in particular who was just finishing a conversation with the commander seated at her left about child hood memories and first musings.

Chakotay's first day dreams consisted of dream catchers and racing wolves in Summer storms; Kathryn's of ancient stories her grandmother used to tell her when she was only four. No. It was obvious that the captain had not been with her. She had only been daydreaming. The doctor told her they would probably follow her nocturnal dreaming. She had begun to dream a few weeks before and the doctor thought it necessary to inform her, though it felt more like a warning about experiencing the same, albeit shorter, out of body experiences while awake. What did he call them again? Muses.

Seven turned back to Kim.

"I am fine, Ensign Kim. Now perhaps we had better get back to these readings."

Lt. Kim shrugged in response as Seven resumed punching buttons on the Ops panel. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he did know that seconds earlier Seven had been miles away.

Seven could feel Kim's eyes searching her. She did not look at him in that cocky way to reassure him that she was fine as she would have normally. Instead she turned her eyes toward the captain who haven overheard Kim's query of concern as well as Sevens quick reply and turned to look over her shoulder, momentarily. However, now faced forward again and had returned to her own musings of golden dragons and fairies dust.

Love is very peaceful