Sensations

Part 9
 

Kathryn eased up on Seven after her climax, slowing down her tongue's motion as she gently withdrew her fingers and then finally stopping. She pulled her mouth away and moved up Seven's body to hold and comfort the younger woman, who was still wracked by spasms from the intensity of the experience.

Seven's tearful eyes were a little vacant when she looked up at Kathryn. Absent-mindedly, the dazed young woman picked up a corner of the bedsheet and very gently began to dry Kathryn's face, all the while murmuring, "I love you, Kathryn, I love you."

Kathryn was overwhelmed by the tenderness of the gesture. "Oh, my darling," she said, tears welling up in her own eyes, "I love you, too."

They held each other close, then, the tide of Seven's elation still leaking out her tear ducts but beginning to ebb. Kathryn continued murmuring reassurances to her, stroking her hair and occasionally pressing her lips against Seven's cheek and temple, gently encouraging the young woman back to coherence.

After a short while, Seven quieted down and nuzzled Kathryn's neck, which elicited a gasp. With a slight jolt Seven turned to Kathryn questioningly, realizing that her partner was by now quite desperate for her own release.

Kathryn's desire slowly edged her shyness aside: "Seven," she began haltingly, "I.....can't wait.....any....."

"Just tell me what you need me to do," Seven interrupted.

"Lift your leg," she intoned, all raw need now without a trace of embarrassment.

Seven immediately understood and pressed her thigh into the wet heat of Kathryn's desperation. Kathryn's body responded without hesitation, her hips riding against the slope of Seven's thigh, creating an exquisite friction against the hardening nub of flesh at her center.

Kathryn seemed to be in a trance, her half-lidded eyes locked on Seven's and her mouth slightly agape. The rapture was plainly visible on her face, and it struck Seven just then how intensely *personal* Kathryn's expression was -- an intimate vulnerability shared only between lovers.

Seven suddenly understood why the formidable Captain of Voyager had submitted herself to so many years of enforced solitude, refusing to let down her command mask and expose herself so openly to one of her crew. She had needed to become strong to the very core of her being, to mute her emotions, to deny her own body's desires so that she would not appear vulnerable, even if the price exacted for this carefully cultivated, ascetic stalwartness was a kind of maddening sensory deprivation and slow-burning loneliness. And now, here she was, giving herself over finally.....to Seven.

'Why me?' Seven wondered. Perhaps it was Seven's own openness that had drawn Kathryn out: her own unabashed willingness to need Kathryn Janeway, to admit her fears and insecurities to her in so trusting a fashion that she had managed, at last, to elicit the same trust from Kathryn. Or perhaps it was because unlike her interactions with the rest of her crew (save for Neelix), Kathryn's interactions with Seven were not haunted by her guilt, not burdened by the responsibility that Kathryn felt for those she had marooned in the Delta Quadrant. Seven had been rescued by her, had been blessed rather than damned by Kathryn Janeway's actions, and perhaps this is why it was only with Seven that the Captain could allow herself finally to......not be the Captain.

It made Seven's heart catch to see Kathryn so open.....so *human*......in her vulnerability. And when Kathryn bit her lower lip and began fluttering her eyes against the brilliance of her imminent climax, Seven was certain, at that moment, that she had never seen Kathryn Janeway look more beautiful.

***** Sensations -- Part 10
 

A short while later, after the fiery edge of their immediate needs had been tempered, the two women settled into a more languid rhythm of lovemaking, passions sated and rekindled in seductive succession. And intermingled with the moments of ecstasy there were moments of enlightenment, as Seven allowed the analytical part of her brain to rise to the task of learning how to please her new lover.

"Kathryn," she had said at one point, "I believe my earlier research was incomplete."

Seven's heart fluttered at the rich and throaty laughter of Kathryn's response. Then she continued: "Are there names for the things we just did, and the things I experienced in response?"

"Yes, my love. Some less vulgar than others."

"What are they?"

"Well, we have been 'making love'," Kathryn began, "or, to put it less delicately, we have been 'fucking' each other. Quite nicely, I might add," she said more to herself.

"No, I mean the names for the more specific way we 'made love' just now, the less vulgar names, ones we could use with each other to communicate what we want done."

Kathryn smiled, finally realizing why Seven was suddenly curious. "Well, sometimes the more vulgar colloquialisms can be......exciting," she explained. "But maybe we could just ask each other, 'Darling, will you taste me until I climax?'"

Kathryn looked into Seven's face as the younger woman briefly considered the Captain's suggestion. Her expression, Kathryn thought, was adorable in its intensity, as if they had just been discussing something enormously more serious than pillow talk.

"Acceptable," Seven quickly concluded. Then turning her attention fully to her companion, she asked, "Kathryn, my darling, will you let me taste you until you climax?"

Kathryn gasped at the unexpected turnaround. Then, smiling at her partner and leaning toward her bosom, she murmured, "That's what I love best about you Seven. You're a quick study."

Seven's eyebrow quirked suspiciously as Kathryn began mouthing one of her breasts. "No, Kathryn, I do not believe you consider that to be my *best* quality," she retorted.

Kathryn did not contradict; she merely laughed unapologetically into the younger woman's nipple and resumed her mouth's motion, making rather indelicate slurping noises that unaccountably excited the ex-Borg.

Seven felt herself beginning to give-in to the rough, wet sensations of Kathryn's sucking as the older woman shifted her attentions to the other teat, consuming it still more ravenously......and nosily. Notwithstanding her heightening excitement, Seven had decided that it was her turn to 'taste' Kathryn, and she became quite suddenly annoyed that the Captain was trying to take charge again. So with stubborn determination, Seven countered with her own distracting strategy by roughly tweaking both of Kathryn's nipples. The momentary pause of Kathryn's mouth as she gasped allowed Seven to regain control of herself and the situation. She resolutely pulled herself away from Kathryn's mouth and rolled over on top until she was straddling the Captain's midsection.

Seven looked down at her own glistening breasts and wiped Kathryn's saliva away. Then glaring at Kathryn with burning intent, she slowly brought each of her hands up in turn to her own mouth and liberally moistened her index and middle fingers. Kathryn inhaled sharply as Seven rubbed the wetness onto the older woman's nipples and again began tweaking them, this time more fiercely.

Kathryn's breathing became ragged, but she wasn't quite ready to give up the fight, bucking once against Seven's weight and then jutting her nipples out defiantly like little forward guards prepared to bear the brunt of the assault.

The ex-Borg smirked, piqued by the Captain's futile resistance, and then shifted onto the older woman's right thigh, bringing her knee up between the Captain's legs so that she could abut her own thigh provocatively against Janeway's sex. Seven then redoubled her efforts, wetting her fingers again and then resuming her tweaking with still more intensity, this time pulling up on Kathryn's nipples. She then began to pump the teats as if in demand that they yield some of the milk of Kathryn's arousal. Kathryn bit back a moan, but Seven's suddenly wet thigh told her that the Captain's defenses were weakening in the wake of this frontal assault.

Then something occurred to Seven, and she raised her chin up assertively and announced, "I intend to to *fuck* you, Captain Janeway." Kathryn bucked again, this time in excitement, and Seven understood at that moment how the vulgar words, too, could titillate.

Then, gritting her teeth against her own heightening arousal, Seven yanked up hard on the Captain's nipples and froze momentarily, wanting to concentrate all of Kathryn's attention on the painfully sweet sensation of those fingers mercilessly pinching the taut, red nubs, as if trying to squeeze droplets of ecstasy from Kathryn's teats.

There was utter quiet then, except for the sporadic intakes of air at Kathryn's open mouth as she tried to determine whether Seven *was*, as she thought she sensed, very slowly rolling her tips in the most minute of gestures back and forth. Kathryn looked down at the points of contact to see if she could tell. Her nipples were mere slits of flesh in the vice-grip of Seven's fingers, the implants on the Borg-enhanced left hand leaving an impression. Then she caught the slight flexing of the digits, and it excited her further to know for certain what Seven was doing to her. It was a combination that was driving Kathryn over the edge: the subtlety of the movement forcing her to concentrate harder on what she was perceiving through her nipples so that she could discern the much lighter sensation of the slight rolling through the more piercing sensation of the severe pinching. Her nipples were in ecstasy.

She looked again at Seven, unnerved by how masterfully the younger woman was manipulating her tips. Seven's expression then was *all Borg*, almost threatening in its intensity, as if daring Kathryn to make her stop.

The Captain understood the implied interrogation of the ex-Borg's glare, and, with a shudder, she openly declared her surrender: "Oh, Seven! Yes!"

Seven smiled triumphantly. Then rather unceremoniously, she reached down with her right hand and pushed three of her fingers deeply into Kathryn's wetness, holding them there through Kathryn's surprised moan. With acute precision, she then pumped her fingers extremely slowly in Kathryn's sex -- three, four, five, and then a sixth time -- not hard but pushing as far inside Kathryn as she could reach and then curling her fingers slightly as she pulled outward to gather up as much of the Captain's musky liquid as possible. She then brought her cupped hand back up to Kathryn's bosom and smeared the older woman's essence onto her two aching tips.

"A taste of things to come," she explained.

Kathryn wondered briefly if Seven intended the pun. Then just as briefly, the thought disappeared as the ex-Borg brought her mouth down hungrily over one of the Captain's beleaguered nipples and began to suck it nosily in what both women knew was the first course of a victor's feast.

***** Sensations -- Part 11
 

A few hours later, hastily dressed and making tracks for an early-morning staff meeting, Kathryn allowed herself a moment's reverie as she and Seven rode the turbolift, remembering how they had taken turns all night long in their ravenous appreciation of each other's body. It was then that she noticed Seven absently rubbing her left nipple through the plum suit she was wearing.

Kathryn's lips quirked up. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, a question tinged more with amusement and an undercurrent of desire than with conscientious concern.

"No," Seven responded honestly. "I was just.....remembering."

Kathryn smiled. "Me, too. But Darling, it isn't appropriate to touch yourself in public."

"We are alone at the moment, Kathryn," Seven responded somewhat defensively. "And I have already promised to be 'discreet', as you requested."

Kathryn did not respond as they exited the turbolift on Deck 1, but she did don what Seven considered an inappropriately superior smile that unaccountably irked the young woman. There was no time, however, to take the issue up with Kathryn since they had arrived at the Briefing Room, already two minutes late.

They settled themselves at opposite ends of the table, forcing the curious staff members already gathered to look from one woman to the other, as if in a table tennis match, trying to read from their facial expressions how their date had gone.....or rather ended.

But neither woman was immediately readable. Each sat quietly composed at her end of the table, shoulders straight, hands clasped primly on the tabletop immediately in front of her.

When Kathryn opened her mouth to call the meeting to order, however, she suddenly found herself stifling a yawn. She quirked her eyes up suspiciously when she thought she heard a titter of laughter. Then everyone's attention was drawn to Seven, who found herself quite involuntarily -- and very loudly -- mimicking the Captain's contagious yawn.

That did it! Knowing laughter broke out among the senior staff as Seven blinked back at them in mild confusion and then sleepily rubbed her right eye.

"All right, settle down," Kathryn called out, more amused than commanding. "I suppose we aren't going to get anywhere this morning until you find out whether your matchmaking was successful."

"Well, Captain," Chakotay offered in everyone's defense, "we do have a vested interest in your happiness."

"I think you're just being nosy, frankly," she quipped. "But," she softened, gazing across the table at Seven, "I *am* happy. And since all of you helped to bring us together, maybe you do have a right to know that last night, Seven and I....." She paused a moment choosing her words, then continued more softly, "Last night, Seven and I fell in love."

There was a momentary hush as very pleased expressions began to circulate around the table, but it was just as suddenly interrupted by Seven's mild objection: "That is not entirely accurate, Captain."

"It isn't?" Kathryn queried, a concerned frown beginning to edge the smile off her face.

"No," Seven responded crisply. Then quirking her eyebrow and continuing in her customarily matter-of-fact tone, she explained, "While I had *started* to fall in love with you last night, I did not *actually* 'fall in love' until precisely zero hundred hours and 56 minutes this morning: specifically, as I climaxed during the first of our seven sexual encounters -- or rather eight, if we include our last encounter moments ago in the shower." Seven frowned at that, then asked a bewildered Kathryn: "I know it is not as efficient, but it *does* count as 'having sex', does it not, even if we are not lying down?"

There was a little nervous shifting as all eyes turned, as surreptitiously as they could, towards the Captain.

Bemused, Kathryn let her weary head flop down onto her clasped hands and muttered into the table, "Oh, God, what made me think she could be discreet?"

Kathryn could hear a soft rush of sympathetic laughter from her officers, and then Seven remarking, "Perhaps if you had had more faith in me."

Something in the tone made Kathryn look up. "Did you do that on purpose?" she asked incredulously.

"Lesson number two: Love is about trust. And you showed a deplorable lack of trust in me moments ago in the turbolift when you implied that I would not be discreet." Seven softened. "Kathryn, you need to trust that I will be discreet when it matters. As you said, I *am* a 'quick study'. And what I know now, especially after yesterday," she offered gently, "is that we are among friends here."

Kathryn looked carefully at the faces gathered around the table. And what she saw was amusement, affection, even a touch of admiration, but not a hint of reproach. And there was something else in those faces: a mild and very pleased sense of surprise at Seven's words. They were catalytic words, forging a bond of trust not just between herself and Seven, but between the ex-Borg and her once-reluctant shipmates. Seven had made them friends.

Loathe to let situations get too mushy, B'Elanna broke the subtle tension of the moment: "Wow, Captain, eight times?!"

That elicited a chorus of laughs.

"Not bad for an 'old broad', Lieutenant?" Kathryn quipped.

"Not bad for *anyone*," B'Elanna retorted honestly.

"*And*," the Doctor rejoined with a smirk, "not *good* for anyone, either: not if you don't eat right and get enough sleep after such strenuous exercise." He turned a suspicious eye on Janeway: "Did you at least have a hearty breakfast this morning, Captain?"

"She has not had *any* breakfast," Seven broke in, unhelpfully, Kathryn thought.

"Tattletale!" Kathryn shot back. Then to the Doctor, she offered, "Seven didn't eat any breakfast either, Doctor, and she hasn't regenerated."

The ploy worked, Kathryn noted with a self-satisfied grin. "Seven," the Doctor huffed, "you need to take care of yourself, too."

"Now that you mention it," she realized aloud, "my body does crave nutritional supplements."

"Can't you ever just say you're hungry?" B'Elanna snorted.

"Yes," Seven agreed slowly, her assertion building. "Yes! I *am* hungry! *Quite* hungry!"

"Come to think of it," Chakotay said through his laughter, "I could go for some pancakes, myself."

"Come on," the Captain told everyone. "There's nothing that says we can't have our meeting in the messhall over breakfast. And I desperately need a cup of coffee anyway."

They all rose and began shuffling out eagerly, Seven lagging behind a bit waiting for Kathryn. When the Captain reached her, she had a mildly disapproving smirk on her face. "You're going to keep me on my toes in this relationship, aren't you?" she accused affectionately.

Seven quirked her brow. "I assure you, Kathryn, my intentions toward you are quite the opposite." With that, Seven turned on her heal and walked out, smiling joyously to herself at the bark of laughter that trailed warmly behind her.
 

** The End **