Blue Silver

Janeway rolled over, looking down into impossibly pale blue eyes, feeling a bone deep response to the fire glittering in the cerulean depths. As she raised up more to get a better look at the owner of those eyes, a stray beam of starlight caught on the silver of an implant, glinting off to the side, distracting her just long enough for her to find herself lost when she looked back into those eyes

She held her breath for a bare moment, releasing the warm air on the soft cheek next to her parted lips. Her lids closed as the velvet of skin touched against her mouth, a light pressure of the sweetest and most agonizing intent. She kissed the spot again, savoring the feel of heat radiating from the contact source.

The face moved, tilting back into the pillows, grazing the pink flesh against her lips, stopping when mouth intersected corner of mouth. There was a light rasping of parched skin, a gentle insistence, a small tug as she pulled up.

She brought her face down to the other again. Her lips sought the waiting pair, finding them unerringly, knowing the path each electric particle of air at a time. Each texture she encountered was indelibly burned into her brain, as much a part of her as it was the woman beneath her. She inhaled slowly that way, their lips connected just barely by skin, almost by thought.

She felt every centimeter of flesh that they seemed to share. She kept her eyes closed, knowing in her muscles and skin the feel of her breasts pressing into Seven's, enjoying the familiarness of the simple gesture of breathing. She relished the full press of their stomachs together, the slight tremor beneath hers. Her mind traced the hard thigh muscles pushing against hers.

The slick feel of knees and shins were comforting, the bones of feet and the curl of toes as wonderful as ever. Kathryn exhaled then, cooled in small spaces created by the rush of air, the tiny bits of separation between the two women. Her arms tightened on Seven's sides, ribs digging gently into biceps, forearms braced against mattress and shoulders. An answering grip pressed another set of forearms into her shoulder blades, hands wrapping around thin shoulders, a titillating mix of flesh and metal that heightened both their senses.

Kathryn kissed the full lips waiting for her once more, feeling their heat respond this time, the wetness of a tongue tasting hers and asking for more. A unanimous desire to need each other expressed in mouth and teeth and tongue intoxicating them. One bottom lip surrounded by complete warmth, another nipped at with hard whiteness, soothed by a soft kiss.

Seven pressed up as Kathryn pressed down, bodies merging in a taut movement of skin on skin, eased by warm perspiration, heavy with lust. She groaned as curls tangled together, softness forced into softness with each quick breath. She heard the cry under her, the whimper of longing as thick wetness met, a strong musk filling the air they breathed from each other's mouth. A light rhythm of hips easily formed out of their straining, another pathway formed out of memory, performed out of desire.

She choked on a sob as the rush of her blood infringed on her hearing, the beat of the heart against hers just as rapid, the breaths just as harsh. She opened her eyes finally and stared back down into that warm blue, her body on fire and her nerves snapping ice. All Kathryn knew in that moment of pure joy and release was the love of blue silver.