Sensations

Part 7
 

They spent the next several hours leisurely eating and talking, Seven mentioning other possible objections that she had been prepared to counter, Kathryn balking at the notion that her age was an issue, and the conversation turning to the senior staff members and their eagerness to help. Kathryn recounted her delight at the amused and very affectionate looks on her officers' faces each time they interrupted to bring her another gift from Seven. She also told Seven how impossible she had made it for her to work: that she'd start reading another departmental report and would be distracted by the scent of the roses or by an irresistible desire to re-read one of Seven's notes. Seven had admitted at that point that B'Elanna had helped her write the messages, and they both marveled at how the chief engineer had put aside her differences with the ex-Borg in order to assist her on this personal project. It warmed Kathryn to no end that her senior staff seemed so supportive of this relationship.....and so clearly concerned with her happiness.

When they had finished dessert, Seven looked across the table and announced triumphantly, "I believe this dinner date has been a success. I did not even make it through the main course on the last one."

"It *is* a success," Kathryn agreed, "but it isn't quite over yet, is it Seven? Don't you want to dance, at least?"

Seven's triumphant smile evaporated. "Oh, Captain, I inflicted painful bodily injury on my last date when I danced with him. I do not wish to recreate that particular experience with you."

"I heard about that, Seven, and I believe there's a relatively simple solution."

"What?"

"Let me lead."

Kathryn stood up and reached out for Seven's hand. Hesitantly, Seven complied and allowed Kathryn to lead her to an open part of the patio. "Computer, play Janeway audio program number 12."

A soft brass instrumental began to play as Kathryn placed her right arm around Seven's waist and took Seven's right hand in her left. She then pulled Seven in close, closer than Seven could remember Lieutenant Chapman or even the Doctor having held her. And the gentle squeezing of her breasts against Kathryn's, the firmness of the arm holding her close, the press of Kathryn's hot hand against her bare back, the occasional brush of Kathryn's thighs against hers, and especially the steadfast bluish-grey of Kathryn's unbroken gaze all sent shuddering fibrillations throughout Seven's body.

"So far so good, Seven," Kathryn teased. "See? No broken bones. In fact, you dance very well."

"Thank you. But....."

"But?"

"The close way you are holding me suggests that dancing can be utilized in the sequence of events making up a date in order to evoke sensations of a sexual nature, very likely as a prelude to copulation. Is that correct?"

Kathryn bit back a laugh. "You mean, am I dancing with you like this to arouse you?"

"Yes."

"Maybe," Kathryn quipped. Then added, "Although I'm not really sure yet how far we should go tonight. Am I moving too fast for you?"

"No," Seven frowned, "the tempo of the song is sufficiently slow that I am able to follow your steps."

"I meant in terms of the arousal? Is it a problem that I'm dancing this close to you?"

Seven considered. "If your goal is to dance rather than to have sex, I believe you should hold me a little less closely; our current proxemics is counterproductive to dancing inasmuch as it is causing my knees to function improperly."

Kathryn laughed and pulled away a little. "Better?"

"Not much," Seven admitted.

At that, Kathryn pulled her close again, this time wrapping her arms around Seven's neck, and said softly, "Then let's just dance like this and see where it leads."

Seven tightened her embrace and whispered her reply into the auburn hair she was suddenly nuzzling: "I find myself hoping that it will lead back to the Captain's quarters."

Kathryn reared her head up again to regard Seven. "Computer," she called out, "report time remaining in this program."

"The current simulation is scheduled to run for another 34.8 minutes, until zero hundred hours," the computer's feminine voice responded.

Then to Seven's comment, Kathryn suggested, "Let's see how we feel in half an hour."

Seven smiled back.

***** Sensations -- Part 8
 

How Kathryn and Seven felt after another half-hour of slow dancing was achingly amorous. The smaller woman had continued slithering her body seductively against the tall blonde. She had even begun making a game of it, trying to elicit shudders or gasps from Seven in response to a new or heightened sensation.

As a consequence, by the time the computer reported that their allotted time was up, the two women were speechless in their mutual need. So Captain Kathryn Janeway made a command decision and executed it without any further discussion, grabbing Seven of Nine by the hand, croaking out an "End Program," and leading the young woman out the holodeck, through Voyager's corridors, up to the Captain's quarters, into the cabin, past the expanse of the living area, across the bedroom doorway, and right up to within swooning distance of the Captain's bed.

And then, without ritual or permission (because none was requested or required), Kathryn tangled her fingers in Seven's hair and brought the young woman's head down to meet hers until their lips were locked in their first lover's kiss.

Seven's mind evacuated itself of all thought except the long, sensual, hungry feel of Kathryn's mouth: how it tasted slightly of wine, how it felt unbelievably soft as it pressed against her own, how its moisture intermingled with Seven's, how its heat inexplicably provoked further sensations in Seven, physical reactions she couldn't explain.

Then Kathryn opened her mouth, and Seven mimicked that motion, too, wanting -- without quite understanding why -- to deepen the kiss, to invade Kathryn's mouth, to taste her tongue. It was then that a small, guttural sound bubbled up, unbidden, from Seven's throat, betraying a need that emanated from an unknown source further inside her.

"Seven," Kathryn breathed, "how much do you understand about what we are going to do now?"

Seven swallowed some control before responding. "I have no personal experience with any of these sensations," she replied somewhat distractedly, kissing Kathryn in-between her utterances, "but I have assimilated knowledge of many mating practices.....and while I have several topics yet to research.....I did manage to collect some supplemental data on human sexuality earlier today.....in anticipation of our date."

Kathryn considered that for a moment. "You studied for our date?" she queried, slightly amused but more intent on gently nibbling Seven's earlobe.

"Yes," Seven moaned economically, affirming both the question and the gesture.

"Tell me what you learned," Kathryn requested seductively, more to hear Seven's erotic preamble than to test her knowledge.

Seven understood Kathryn's intent. "We are going to inflame our desires by caressing each other through our clothes, as we are doing now," she began, kissing Kathryn again and petting her in long, sensual strokes along the sides of her torso and down the gentle slopes of her hips. "Then we will begin to touch each other in still more intimate areas, places that no one is allowed to touch without permission and to which few will ever be granted access." Seven's hands paused their sojourn as she requested quietly, "May I show you?"

"Yes," Kathryn begged.

"Places like this," Seven demonstrated, grabbing the smaller woman's bottom with both of her hands and tugging the cheeks apart in a gentle squeeze. Seven immediately bent down to capture Kathryn's gasp in her own mouth as the Captain reacted to the unexpected pleasure that the subtle stretching of cheeks created in the tiny opening in-between. Then Seven moved behind the smaller woman and planted nips and kisses along the back of her neck before continuing: "We will enjoy touching each other this way. We will enjoy hearing the pleasure we create in each other."

Taking full charge now, Seven leaned close against Kathryn's back and embraced her from behind, trailing her fingertips along the front of Kathryn's body from mid-thigh to torso and back again. "And soon," Seven continued, "despite your customary modesty, you will want us to undress, so that we can give each other greater access to our bodies and feel each other's touch directly on our skin." She demonstrated this, too, by trailing kisses along the bony protrusions of Kathryn's bare back.

"Ohhh," Kathryn exhaled in a long, startled sigh.

"Then our pleasure in these caresses will be so great that we will not care where or how we touch each other, as long as we do not stop. At that point, we will no longer bother about asking permission to touch most of these places. That *is* the acceptable protocol, is it not, Captain?" she asked rhetorically, bringing her hands up to cup and gently squeeze the other woman's breasts. Kathryn gasped and teetered between the warm body behind and the fondling fingers in front.

"Call me 'Kathryn'," she rasped.

Seven smiled unseen, then breathed a quiet confession into her partner's ear: "It excites me to touch you in these private places -- *Kathryn*. To imagine you lying naked before me, awaiting my caresses," she said, squeezing more intently. "And especially to caress those areas that are most sensitive to touch." At this, she raked her fingernails over Kathryn's nipples, making them strain against the too thin fabric of the dress.

"Seven!" Kathryn breathed.

Seven responded by starting to rub her fingers in slow, provocative circles over the hardened tips of Kathryn's breasts. After a moment, she noted, "You like having your nipples touched."

"Mm," Kathryn affirmed in a short guttural moan.

"And yet, you have not let anyone touch them in a very long while," she breathed.

"Nn," Kathryn replied, in the only version of 'no' she could manage.

"I believe there are few individuals on this ship who have even *seen* them......Correct?"

"Um," Kathryn tried to begin.

"You are...... having trouble talking," Seven observed unnecessarily, having some difficulty herself. "Clearly......there is an inverse correlation......between your heightening arousal....... and your continued capacity to communicate," she panted.

Kathryn swallowed. "Is it......is it so important......that I talk?" she asked in a weak voice.

"Yes," Seven breathed. "To hear the effects of my caresses.......excites me."

"Mm.....Yes," Kathryn agreed. "Exciting......Um.....What was the question?"

"Who else on this ship has seen you naked?" Seven whispered.

Kathryn swallowed again, trying to concentrate despite the delicious way she was being fondled to distraction. "Only the Doctor," she sputtered, "uhm.....and maybe Kes.....when she assisted him.....with some of my injuries."

"Before I started having these......feelings for you," Seven continued, her own voice catching more now, "I do not think I ever......consciously realized that you even *had* breasts.....That information was.....irrelevant. However," she rasped, "after tonight.....I will no longer be able to look at you without.......without thinking about how much I want to do *this* to you." With that, Seven pinched both of Kathryn's nipples through the silk of her dress. Kathryn threw her head back onto Seven's shoulder and let out a short guttural sound halfway between a moan and a grunt.

To her surprise, Seven moaned herself. She tried to keep her focus on the fleshy nubs she was now gently rolling between her thumbs and forefingers, having understood from her research that these were "erogenous zones," but she had not expected Kathryn's delight to be so vocal, nor could she have imagined that this response would in turn have such an amazing impact on Seven herself. Kathryn's cry, raw and savage in its pleasure, had sent a distracting surge of passion through Seven's body that settled explosively in her loins. She shifted involuntarily in response, realizing just then that the area between her legs was suddenly very moist and aching to be touched.

Having never felt that sensation before, Seven had no notion of social taboos against touching oneself there. So, unable to tolerate the 'itch' any longer, she finally withdrew her right hand from Kathryn's right breast, reached down between their bodies, and began to rub the spot that was demanding her attention with sweet insistence.

Kathryn had immediately regretted the loss of Seven's hand on her breast. Then she had felt the arm working its way down her back and had clenched her buttocks in delighted anticipation of another of Seven's exploratory caresses. When all she felt was the light brushing and flexing of Seven's arm engaged in some distant motion, she frowned a bit in a combination of curiosity, disappointment, and a touch of annoyance. She pulled away from Seven and turned around to look at her as soon as she sensed what Seven was doing. Seven looked up at Kathryn with an innocent and questioning expression on her face, clearly wondering what was wrong, and all the while unabashedly masturbating right there in front of her captain.

Kathryn bit her lip, torn between hysterical laughter and unbearable titillation. "Well," she croaked in a too husky tone, "I suppose there's no question that you're ready for sex."

Seven missed the gentle sarcasm and responded honestly, barely able to talk through the ecstasy she was experiencing: "Since I still do not quite understand.....everything that 'sex' entails....I do not know if I am 'ready' or not," she panted, continuing her hand's motion. "But," she went on, "if you do not touch me soon, Kathryn.....I think I shall explode!" Seven punctuated her plea with a heartfelt, half-whimpering moan that sent shivers through her companion.

That was suddenly more than Kathryn could bear. She reached out to grab Seven by the shoulders and pulled her into a passionate kiss, letting her agitated hands travel possessively down the ex-Borg's irresistible body. Reaching the hem of her dress, she then unceremoniously began pulling the garment up over the younger woman's curvaceous hips and torso.

Seven meanwhile ceased her self-ministrations to reach around to the back of Kathryn's dress and undo the short zipper she had noticed there at the waist. She was struck then by the instinctiveness of her actions, not having quite understood until that moment that she and Kathryn were finally about to undress. The realization sent a renewed surge of passion through her, and she redoubled her efforts, needing desperately to feel Kathryn's naked body pressing against her own.

In the next instant, Kathryn had Seven's dress bunched up to the young woman's chest, struggling to unfrock the magnificent bosom that she suddenly realized she had been aching to touch for a very long time. Sensing Kathryn's impatient need, Seven reached down and pulled the dress off the rest of the way in one swift motion, her breasts jiggling free of the constricting fabric in several delectable bounces. She caught Kathryn's awed gasp then arched her back in an involuntary reaction, her body willfully inviting the Captain's hungry exploration.

Before she knew quite what she was doing, Kathryn had repeatedly grabbed several handfuls of the pliant peaks and was now pulling one of the taut nipples into her mouth.

"Kathryn!" Seven gasped in surprised ecstasy. She then froze, amazed at the gloriously hot and wet sensation of suction at her nipple and not wanting to interrupt the deliriously exciting motion of the Captain's mouth.

When Kathryn broke the contact after several long moments, letting the nipple recede from her mouth in one noisy slurp, Seven became distantly aware that Kathryn was pulling back the bed coverings, and she realized, with a jolt of anticipation, that the Captain was preparing a spot on her bed for their lovemaking. Kathryn started to push Seven back into that spot, but the ex-Borg resisted, grabbing Kathryn firmly by the shoulders to force her to stand still and forestalling any complaints with a cutting glare, the sharp edge of desire etched on her normally placid features.

And now it was Kathryn's turn to freeze. She swallowed nervously at the intensity of that hungry stare knowing that Seven was about to undress her.

With deliberate intent, Seven reached slowly out to Kathryn's bare throat with her Borg-enhanced left hand, sensing that Kathryn would be at once more unnerved and more excited by the subtly threatening sensation of the cold metal on her skin. Kathryn's gasp at the contact confirmed this. Seven then grazed her metal fingers along Kathryn's right collarbone until they reached the strap of her dress, then slowly pushed the strap off her shoulder. She then repeated the maneuver with the left collarbone and strap.

The press of Kathryn's arms against her body kept the dress from falling down, which both women intended, wanting to prolong the procedure and heighten the anticipation. Instead, Seven slipped the index and middle fingers of both of her hands down the front of the dress, letting the fingers dip in low enough to graze Kathryn's nipples, which sent a shudder of delight through both women. Then slowly, Seven pulled the dress down tightly over the slope of Kathryn's bosom until her breasts popped out in one final leap toward freedom.

"Oh," Seven exhaled in surprised awe.

She looked at Kathryn again and watched her reaction closely as she gently rolled the dark, pink buds again tightly between her fingers, this time without the interference of silk.

Kathryn shuddered, but tried to restrain herself from moving, wanting to satisfy the former Borg's need to explore. Then Seven bent down and gently licked each of Kathryn's nipples, in turn, sending another shudder through her partner. Returning the Captain's gaze again, Seven placed her hands on the woman's wrists and pulled her arms up a bit, away from her body, which did finally let the dress fall in silky waves to the floor. She then slipped her fingers into the band of Kathryn's panties, and tugged them down the smaller woman's hips, letting them, too, fall to the floor. A swift double kick by Kathryn relieved her of the last confines of garment and shoes. Seven followed suit, quickly pulling down her own panties and kicking them off along with her heels.

Naked now, they approached each other slowly until their bodies pressed together. The moment of contact was electric, shocking them both with its intensity, and this time, Seven did let herself be pushed back onto the bed until she and Kathryn were finally reclined and fully naked, writhing deliciously against each other in the dampening heat of their desire.

Understanding Seven's need better than the young woman did herself, Kathryn pulled her mouth away from Seven's to begin her irresistible descent. She trailed her lips down Seven's neck and chest until they once again found one of the pink nipples. Seven gasped and arched toward Kathryn's mouth as she felt her bite down on the nipple and start to suck it, this time more vigorously. In the meantime, Kathryn's thigh had positioned itself between Seven's legs and was rubbing up against the tender spot slowly. Seven sensed this movement was meant to further inflame her. The torment was almost unbearable, but a part of Seven did not want to rush towards release. So with the last bit of semi-coherent thought that she could muster, Seven decided to allow her more experienced partner to set the pace, which was nevertheless a quite urgent pace fed by the older woman's own desperate need for a long-denied release.

Indeed, Kathryn was predatory in the way she was devouring the younger woman's breasts. Seven's nipples were taut and achy, slick and by now a deep red from the almost painful way Kathryn was pulling up on them with her mouth. She was sucking hard and biting down gently with the edge of her front teeth, then turning her head to bite down on the nipple with her molars, almost chewing on it. She would then lick the tender bud to soothe it slightly and let it rest while she tended to its partner. Kathryn continued alternating this regimen between the two nipples for some time until she had Seven rolling her head back and forth, lost in the delicious sensation of it, and (unbelievably) crying out for more. Somehow, Kathryn managed to retain enough self-control to avoid breaking skin, but she did consider that she might be bruising some of the tissue in Seven's nipples with the almost feral hunger with which she was sucking them. This thought made her hold back a little.

As if reading Kathryn's mind, Seven panted out her need again: "Please, Kathryn! Do not stop! You are not hurting me. Please! It feels so good......Yes!" Seven's pleas inflamed Kathryn, and she acceded to her wishes, groaning herself into the breast she now attacked with renewed ferocity. Seven brought her right hand up to hold Kathryn's head in place, not wanting to lose the contact, to interrupt the unexpected joy of suckling Kathryn's desire. With her Borg-enhanced left hand, Seven groped for something she could safely hold onto in case she lost control of the implant, not wanting to risk accidentally hurting the kind woman who was so generously introducing Seven's nipples to these wonderful new sensations.

If Kathryn was worried about making her cybernetically enhanced lover lose control, however, there was no indication. In fact, the delicious way she was using her mouth on the ex-Borg's body suggested that making her partner lose control was precisely Kathryn's intention. When Kathryn did finally ease off Seven's wonderfully sore nipples, it was only to begin a much more titillating descent, trailing kisses and nips down the Borg's abdomen, which the younger woman found impossibly more delicious.

Seven parted her legs involuntarily, sensing that Kathryn would now require access. She had expected the Captain to use her hands to caress the spot, as Seven had been doing with her own hand earlier. Instead, Kathryn treated her to the most exquisite sensation Seven of Nine had ever felt in her life, could ever remember feeling, even when she dipped into the considerable pool of stored data she had from the thousands of species the Borg had assimilated.

Kathryn's tongue was wet and hot and slightly rough along its surface, all of which Seven could feel quite distinctly as it explored in and around the sensitive folds of flesh between her legs. She could sense, too, when Kathryn penetrated her with that tongue, plunging the little muscle as far into Seven's sex as it would go and wriggling it inside, licking every bit of the engorged internal tissues in what Seven briefly recognized as an intensely private gesture. Seven felt herself wiggling a bit in response to the intimate tickle, but instead of pulling away, she found herself wanting to press *into* it, to feel Kathryn deeper inside herself.

Amazingly, Kathryn sensed what Seven wanted, because in the next motion, Seven could feel Kathryn dragging her tongue out in one slow lick, and then pushing her fingers -- she thought she felt two of them -- into her orifice, first caressing the rim of the opening in one languid sweep and then penetrating with slow deliberation until they were deep inside her. Seven's knees instinctively pulled back to her body, as if understanding that this would open Seven up more to exploration and allow her to be much more deeply penetrated, which Kathryn did without hesitation.

Kathryn then started pumping her fingers in and out of Seven very slowly, wanting to allow the inexperienced young woman time to accommodate herself to the penetration. Although the young woman was tight, however, Kathryn did notice that she was no longer a virgin. With a pang of anguish, she remembered what the Doctor had once explained to her: that the Borg's implantation procedures were thoroughly invasive. Kathryn had desperately regretted receiving that bit of knowledge, although the Doctor did try to convince her that, having been a drone at the time, Seven might remember the procedure, but she would not recall any negative emotions -- indeed, any emotions at all -- in connection with it since the memory engrams for those events had no emotional content. Still, Kathryn had remained skeptical that these procedures had not scarred Seven in some profoundly psychological and as yet unresolved fashion, and the thought of that had made Kathryn feel this ineffable need to heal Seven somehow. That need reasserted itself now, making Kathryn suddenly want to fill Seven more completely than she had initially intended for their first encounter: making her want to replace the stark invasiveness of Borg procedure with the warm penetration of human love.

By now, Seven was moaning in her own pleasure, her vagina thoroughly slick and open from the sensation of Kathryn's pumping fingers and yearning for still more attention. Just then, she felt Kathryn's fingers pause momentarily in their outward motion, and when they resumed the slow thrust of penetration, Seven felt herself become more filled, sensing that Kathryn had introduced a third finger into her hungry opening. The young woman moaned her appreciation, and then she thought she heard Kathryn mumble something. "What?" she asked distractedly.

"I asked you, Darling, if I'm hurting you at all," Kathryn repeated a little more clearly.

"No," Seven moaned in response. "I enjoy the sensation of......of being *filled* by you."

Kathryn's fingers slowly resumed their motion but less rhythmically, as if Kathryn herself were distracted now. And then Seven heard Kathryn's voice, low and raspish with desire and tinged with what sounded like forced self-restraint: "More?.....Do you want me to *fill* you more?"

"Yes!" Seven heard herself immediately cry out, not quite knowing or caring who or what inside her had made that decision.

Seven felt Kathryn shift a bit, pulling her fingers to the side to open Seven up even more in what seemed like the prelude to a delicate operation. Then she felt a fourth finger squeeze very gently inside her. The angle suggested that it was from Kathryn's other hand. The two hands then began a deeper and more intent pumping, up to the knuckles, so that the fingers compressed themselves tightly against the mouth of the opening and then pulled free in a gentle suction that seemed designed to draw out some of Seven's fluid, which Seven guessed was the point when she heard a moist sucking noise coming from between her legs. Then she felt the fourth finger withdraw and the original three reposition themselves snuggly inside her......but pulling up a bit. What Seven felt next made her jolt in a new kind of unexpected pleasure. Kathryn had positioned the fourth finger over the tinier opening in the crease of Seven's buttocks and was now pressing gently up against it.

"Seven!" Kathryn called sharply, knowing she needed to in order to get the ex-Borg's attention. Then more gently, "Yes or no?"

Kathryn felt Seven shifting. Then she saw the young woman's hands reaching under her thighs and grabbing either side of her own bottom, gently pulling the cheeks apart to open herself up even more to Kathryn's poised finger. It was only then that she answered, her voice thick with desire: "Yes."

The gesture was so calmly trusting in its execution that Kathryn found herself both overcome by tenderness and unbelievably aroused. She had to swallow hard to regain her composure before proceeding.

Then Seven felt it. A preliminary foray, just the tip of the finger, more, she sensed, to lubricate the rim than to begin probing. The finger pulled out again, and then she felt a stream of moisture dribbling on the area just above the orifice. The finger smeared itself in the liquid, stroking some more of the moisture onto the opening, and then entered the orifice again. And this time, it *did* penetrate, very slowly and deliberately, until it was all the way inside.

Seven shuddered and then flexed her muscles down there, adjusting to the delicious invasion of Kathryn's finger. When she was done, Kathryn apparently sensed that the young woman was once again 'ready for sex' because what Seven felt next were all of Kathryn's fingers slowing pumping in and out of her in a gentle rhythm. Seven moaned and found herself beginning to breathe in spasms, as if something very momentous were about to happen, although she wasn't quite sure what to expect next.

With Kathryn's fingers snuggled deeply inside Seven, exquisitely filling and caressing all of her internal surfaces, Kathryn's tongue returned to the task of deliciously tasting her external folds. Seven jolted at its return then made herself try to relax so that she could feel whatever came next. She marveled at how sensitive to touch this entire area of her body was -- so much so that even without looking, she could tell exactly what Kathryn was doing to her. She was being probed, pumped, and filled by Kathryn's fingers and licked and sucked by Kathryn's mouth. While the combination was overwhelming, literally flooding Seven with more sensations than she felt herself capable of processing, each point of contact was also exquisitely distinctive, electric in its own individual intensity.

But it was that juncture at the top of Seven's external folds -- the spot that felt like a raw and exposed bundle of nerve endings -- that seemed to be most acutely feeling Kathryn's tongue. Even when Kathryn's fingers started thrusting harder and faster, almost thumping into Seven, it was still Kathryn's tongue that seemed to be creating the most pleasant sensations in the little bundle. Each swipe made that spot spasm in response until it seemed finally to start shuddering of its own accord just from its fond memory of the tongue. Indeed, if it were possible for body parts to develop sentience, Seven was sure her little bundle would "fall in love" with Kathryn's tongue.....just as she herself had surely fallen in love with Kathryn.

That realization hit her at precisely the same moment that her body began to convulse helplessly from her release. "Kathryn," she gasped. "Ka...Kathryn!..... I love you!.... I love you, Kathryn!"