Unexpected #1

"Captain?"

Janeway looked up, meeting Seven's gaze. "Yes, Seven?" she asked, picking up the last of the packages from the Sadip welcome celebration.

Seven held out her hand, holding a small purple leaf. "I thought you might be interested in this."

"What is it?"

"A type of foodstuff. The Sadip use it in meals, beverages and desserts."

Janeway shrugged, then stood still as she nearly dropped one of the packages. "Sounds good. Give it to Neelix."

Seven frowned. "I thought you would want to try it, Captain." She paused. "You will like it."

"You've tried it?" Janeway incredulously.

"Yes."

Janeway sighed. "All right, but my hands are full right now, maybe later."

Seven frowned again. "Captain..." she trailed off, then lifted her hand again, hovering in front of Janeway's mouth, holding the leaf out to her."

Janeway hesitated, then opened her mouth. Her lips brushed against Seven's fingers as the young ex-Borg deposited the item, and as soon as the leaf hit her tongue, Janeway's eyes drifted closed and she moaned, the flavor exploding on her tastebuds. The leaf dissolved quickly, leaving a residual flavor, and Janeway opened her eyes again. "Seven," she whispered, shocked.

"You like it, Captain?" Seven asked, although it was more of a statement of the obvious than anything.

"What is that?"

Seven looked down, consulting a PADD. "It is called kaita. According to Sadip tradition, it is given as a gift between lovers." Seven paused slightly, then continued. "One lover feeds a fresh kaita leaf to the other as a symbol of a desire for intimate relations."

Janeway's jaw dropped. "And just who gave you a leaf?" she demanded, protectiveness of her friend momentarily blocking out Seven's own actions.

"No one, Captain," Seven responded with a quirk of her occular implant. "The Sadip governor offered me kaiti tea. I asked him for the leaf, and gave it to you."

Janeway's jaw dropped again. "What?" she asked faintly.

Seven consulted her PADD again. "It is said, although not proven, that fresh kaiti leaves contain a natural, although subtle aphrodesiac. However, it is only apparent in certain individuals, and it is unknown as to why it affects some and not all."

"Seven?"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Did you just purposely feed me an aphrodesiac in such a way that symbolizes sexual desire?"

"Yes, Captian."

"Oh God..."


Unexpected #2
Velocity


The game was faster paced than usual. Points scored quickly, running, rebounding, sweat dripping. They brushed together more than once. A usual occurance. Breast against arm, leg against leg, arm against back.

The dark figure, topped in gold and silver and milky white, paused, stopped abruptly. The smaller figure, red and black, topped in auburn and tan and pale freckles, ran into the dark figure.

"Seven!"

"Yes, Captain?" Seven asked, tilting her head.

Janeway breathed heavily. "Why did you stop?" Slowly the blood receeded from her ears, slowly she could hear something other than her own heart pounding.

Seven frowned slightly. "The game is over, Captain. You won."

"Oh." Janeway blinked, then grinned. "Good game, Seven." Congradulations. Irrelevant.

"Thank you, Captain. Perhaps next time I will have a better game."

Janeway laughed. "Perhaps." She grabbed her towel, patted her face, neck, upper chest.

Seven watched, mesmerized. Perfection.

"Next week?" Janeway asked, draping the towel over her soulder.

Seven stared. The towel hung, clinging against Janeway's body, from her shoulder, down her chest, resting lightly against the swell of breast. Taunting.

"Seven?"

Suddenly Janeway was right there, hand on arm, concerned.

Insipration. "I'm sorry, Captain." Teasing. Coy. Seductive.

Janeway blinked. "Seven?"

"I'm was distracted." Still seductive.

"By what?" Unsure. Cautious.

Seven smirked. "I was wishing I could be your towel. Draped over you, touching you, your shoulder, your arm, your breast."

Janeway's mouth opened. Shocked.

A finger trailed down the towel, brushing the coveted skin through the barrier.

"But I would rather be me, and be allowed to touch you myself."

Seven walked out of the holodeck, leaving Janeway, still standing, stunned, in the middle of the room. It was a while before she finally left
 

Unexpected #3
Peach


Seven stands and goes to the replicator, getting Janeway and new cup of coffee, and replicating herself something to eat. She still found eating food less efficient than drinking her nutritional suppliments, but she had a reason for her choice this evening.

"Captain?" Seven asked, sitting on the couch again, handing Janeway the coffee.

"Yes, Seven?"

Seven tilted her head slightly to the side. "Do you prefer peaches or bananas?"

Janeway frowned. "What does that have to do with slipstream versus transwarp?"

"Nothing." Seven blinked. "I am 'excersizing my right as a woman to change the subject' as I have heard Lieutenant Torres state."

"Okay," Janeway shrugged. "I don't really have a preference. I don't eat a lot of fruit, actually."

Seven nodded. "I prefer peaches. The shape and texture are more appealing."

"Shape and texture?"

Seven held up her replicated peach. It was slightly larger than the average peach, with a deep cleft on one side. The light yellow fuzz covering the fruit nearly obscured the orange-tinted pink of the skin. All in all, it was a very sexual looking peach.

"I like the feeling of the peach fuzz on my skin." Demonstrating, Seven lightly nuzzled her nose in the cleft, then rubbed her cheeks over the side of the peach.

Janeway's eyes widened.

Seven's voice dropped as she continued. "I like to lick the cleft of the peach, until all the fuzz is gone and all my tongue can feel is the smooth skin." She demonstrated, flicking her tongue quickly over the area she had mentioned, then switching to long, languid strokes, consuming the fuzz, closing her eyes momentarily when she felt the smooth peach skin under her tongue.

Janeway swallowed hard. Was it getting warm in here...?

Seven's eyes darkened. "I like to force my tongue to penetrate beyond the skin, into the flesh of the peach. Feeling the smooth flesh around my tongue, tasting the sweet, tart flavor."

Again, Seven demonstrated, pointing her tongue and firmly pushing against the peach skin, in the middle of the cleft, until her tongue broke through the skin. She moaned as the flavor of the peach hit her tongue, and some of the juice dribbled down her chin.

Janeway shifted on the couch, feeling an undeniable ache between her thighs.

Seven pulled the peach away from her mouth and set it on the coffee table. She licked her lips slowly, then stood up. "I'm sure, Captain, that you will soon come to enjoy peaches as I do."

It was a full two minutes later that Janeway responded with a weak, "I'm sure," to the now empty room.