Transported

Part 5

Kathryn had already gone through a full (six-hour) regeneration cycle earlier in the evening -- both so that Seven could spend the night with her in her quarters and because, frankly, she wanted the experience one more time. Seven had not objected. And in the meantime, the young woman had done her part, for the captain's sake, sleeping for about four hours in the evening herself so that the captain's body would be well rested. It was. And they both looked at each other now feeling energized, alert, and even a tad agitated.

"Kathryn," Seven called in a soft lover's voice, her clear blue eyes raking over the captain's body, "you are so lovely." She reached out now, unable to keep her hands from fumbling over the body she had been wanting to make love to for what seemed an eternity.

Kathryn mimicked the gestures, stripping the red tunic from Seven's body, wanting desperately to look at her now.

"Computer, lights up full," she called out for good measure.

The computer responded: "Cabin illumination is already at 100 percent intensity."

Seven smiled sympathetically at Kathryn's eagerness but couldn't resist teasing her. "I could erect a directional lamp at the foot of the bed, Kathryn -- in aid of your inspection of my body."

It was meant as a joke, but it conjured an erotic image that momentarily overwhelmed both women. They then immediately quickened the pace of their mutual disrobing, Kathryn tossing the tunic aside before seizing the band of Seven's pants and tugging downward as Seven practically tore the purple shirt off Kathryn's torso. Then in the next instant, when they were finally naked, they clutched at each other's bodies, kissing in desperate passion, as they made their way clumsily to the bedroom, Kathryn prodding Seven backwards across the living area as the Borg pressed unhelpfully in the opposite direction......because that's where Kathryn's body was.

When they were finally next to the bed, Kathryn unceremoniously pushed Seven back into it and let herself fall onto the younger woman's body.

"Umph!" Seven exhaled on impact.

"Sorry, Darling," Kathryn murmured through her kisses.

"Mmmm," Seven rejoined, pulling the softness and weight of the captain's body toward her own. Then after several moments, she whispered into the auburn hair. "Kathryn," she panted, "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," Kathryn agreed.

"I want you to help me 'lose my virginity'."

"What?" Kathryn now gave Seven her full attention, stupefied by the request.

"I do not know why this is the correct expression, since it makes no sense semantically, but I wish to 'lose my virginity' to you. I have been wanting this for over seven months, when I first learned the significance of this event in a human's sexual development. I knew then that when I had this experience, I had to have it with you, Kathryn. I wish to 'lose my virginity' only with you. Will you help me?"

Kathryn was touched.....deeply touched......and also very confused -- not by the request, since she realized that this was another consequence of Seven's research into human sexuality. The young woman had clearly developed a sense of the significance of 'losing her virginity' not from cultural experience, which she lacked, but from her readings. But that way of learning social norms and meanings always lost something in translation, and once again Kathryn was left having to fill in the gaps. "Darling, I think we already took care of that last night. We've already made love."

"But.......I was careful about how I touched my body. Physically, I am still a virgin."

"Oh," Kathryn responded, finally realizing what Seven was saying. "And you want me to.....uhm.....do the honors?"

"Yes," Seven said shyly. "Now please."

Kathryn swallowed nervously and hesitated. She wanted to comply with Seven's wishes, but she suddenly realized how inexperienced the young woman really was.....and suddenly felt out of her depth herself, especially since she had never been on this end of this situation before.....at least, not with another woman.

Seven sensed Kathryn's hesitation. So she gently gripped the captain's right hand and placed it deliberately between her own legs, holding it there and urging Kathryn on.

Kathryn began to relent, gingerly parting Seven's down and fingering the area. She decided after a moment that although Seven was damp, she was not as wet and stretched as she should be for penetration, and Kathryn desperately wanted to avoid hurting her if that could be avoided.

"Darling, you're not ready yet."

"I have been 'ready' for months!" Seven protested.

Kathryn bit her lower lip. "No, my love. I mean I can't penetrate you right now without causing you discomfort. You should be more lubricated and.....well.....open. I need to excite you a little longer," she explained in husky tones.

The prospect of that already excited Seven, as Kathryn could discern from the fresh rush of moisture at her fingertips. Both women immediately realized what had just happened and raised their eyebrows at each other in mild surprise. And then Kathryn instructed passionately, "Just lie there and relax, Darling. This isn't going to take very long at all."

Seven bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes shyly. She then shut them entirely in response to the intense pleasure of Kathryn's fingers, which had started to rub the moisture of Seven's sex along her folds and nub, exciting her further. In the meantime, Kathryn's mouth kissed and nibbled its way down Seven's neck and chest until it found her left breast, where it began exquisitely sucking and biting the nipple. Finally, Kathryn's left hand joined in the effort, moving up to Seven's right nipple, immediately pinching it, to stimulate it to erection, and then playfully tweaking and tugging at it. Seven moaned and felt another rush of moisture between her legs.

Kathryn's hands and mouth became still more animated, pinching and pulling and prodding with gentle insistence, as Kathryn moaned herself from the rising pleasure of making love to her Seven. She felt the young woman involuntarily spread her legs a little farther apart, and Kathryn realized it was almost time. She pulled her mouth away and lifted her body up a little off Seven's to give her room to move.

"Open up wide for me, Darling," she panted.

Seven complied immediately, a sob of excitement escaping her throat as she felt Kathryn settle back down on top of her and resume her hand's movement with still more intensity.

Kathryn kissed Seven deeply as she began moving two of her fingers gently into her. She then pulled her face back a little, staring intently into Seven's eyes. They were both panting helplessly and shuddering slightly from the intensity of the contact between them. They kept their eyes locked on each other as Kathryn began slowly moving her fingers halfway into Seven and then withdrawing, beginning a pumping rhythm that did not yet fully penetrate but which was enough to make Seven want to gyrate her hips into the delicious sensation. She was completely open to Kathryn now, her sex achy with desire and dripping with anticipation. And then suddenly, before either woman quite realized it, Kathryn's fingers thrust themselves into Seven in a continuation of the pumping action that followed all the way through, penetrating deeply into the young woman.

Seven groaned in mild surprise and then reconnected with Kathryn's eyes. Kathryn had continued moving her fingers deeply in and out, but there was a slight frown at her brow as she studied her young lover's face. Seven brought her right hand up and rubbed her thumb gently against the frown, trying to wipe it away. She then cupped Kathryn's face tenderly and smiled reassuringly into the loving eyes. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed them, tears filling their eyes even as they continued gazing at each other. Seven then blinked back the tears until she could see Kathryn clearly again and then she mouthed two words to Kathryn, silent and heartfelt: "Thank you."

Kathryn's breath caught. And in the next instant, Seven's message brought fresh tears to her eyes that streamed down her cheeks. Seven brushed her lips over the wet streaks and then guided Kathryn's lips to her own, kissing her sweetly and then deeply as their moans gave way to full sobs. They continued their lovemaking through the emotional turmoil that gripped them.

After a while, their sobs gave way to helpless whimpers as they struggled with the delicious torment of their slow-burning desire. Then Kathryn shifted and gently guided Seven's right thigh between her own legs so she could straddle it, now seeking her own release, as well, in their intricate exchange. The wet heat of Kathryn's passion dripped and smeared onto Seven's thigh and sent another surge of excitement through her. She involuntarily reached out -- wanting to embrace and inflame in the same gesture -- and grabbed Kathryn's bottom, helping her partner increase the friction between them.

Beads of perspiration now liberally dotted Kathryn's body. And even Seven's hairline was beginning to dampen from the effort of what had become a very slow and deliberate lovers' dance, their bodies sliding languidly against each other in time to the gentle rhythms of their gyrating hips and Kathryn's massaging fingers.

Finally, after what seemed hours, irregular spasms began to interrupt their rhythmic gyrations. They started as mild flutters but quickly became the delirious convulsions of release. Seven began her assent first, shuddering and tightening around Kathryn's fingers and gripping her bottom tightly as a loud cry escaped her lips. And then, in the next instant, Kathryn paused in an upward thrust as her lower body pulsated around Seven's thigh, a slightly surprised "Oh! Oh! Oh!" matching her convulsions. And then she fell limply against Seven.

Despite its diminutive size, Kathryn's sweaty body felt impossibly hot and heavy on top of Seven's, and the young woman luxuriated in the sensation of it. She wanted to cradle that heat to herself, to hold it to her bosom, but her arms were leaden. She managed only a lazy caress with her right hand, and then only because it was already on Kathryn's buttocks so that all Seven had to do was flex her elbow to move the hand up a few centimeters to the small of Kathryn's back. The slight brush of the hand, however, was enough to communicate Seven's affectionate message, and Kathryn responded happily with a mild grunt. The Borg's lips quirked up in understanding. How she adored this woman!

*****

The following morning, Kathryn and Seven rushed through their shower, both because they were running late and because the captain was anxious to get to the Bridge to see how the male crew members were faring in the wake of her little revenge. Her short talk the night before with the Auretorean minister had given Kathryn an idea about how to teach the men a lesson about objectifying Seven and Kathryn and whichever other female had been subjected to their appraisals.

She understood, of course, that women, too, occasionally engaged in such inspections, as she herself had done with Seven.....and even while the young woman slept. For that, Kathryn had apologized profusely to Seven during the night and had vowed to set up private quarters for the young woman in Cargo Bay 2 and to establish an access schedule, making the bay off-limits during Seven's off-duty hours and allowing her to lock-out access entirely when she was regenerating (except, of course, to Kathryn -- an exception that Seven, rather than Kathryn, had insisted upon). Just as Kathryn had told Lynch, therefore, her invasion of Seven's privacy was a personal matter that involved only the two women, and they had managed to resolve the issue in their own manner.

That settled, Kathryn had solicited Seven's help -- in-between their second and third lovemaking spree during the night -- to implement her method for "resolving matters" with the men on Voyager, who, in Kathryn's view, had gotten a little out of hand. So while Seven reprogrammed the uniform replicator patterns, Kathryn recorded her mandate into the ship's computer. And the next morning, when the crew members on the Alpha rotation awoke and checked their personal PADD's, the first order of business they read about was the captain's directive regarding a new dress code: effective immediately and for the next twenty-four hours, the men of Voyager were to wear what Janeway sardonically dubbed "the derma-plastic graft pattern" of the Starfleet uniform, naming it after the skin-regenerative strips the Doctor uses since the design is like a second skin grafted on. What the pattern actually emulated, however, was Seven of Nine's clingy and revealing attire. The men, in short, were to wear unitards identical in every respect to Seven's, except for the coloring and the heels.....and a small design adjustment in the crotch to accommodate the slight difference in anatomy.

When Janeway arrived on the Bridge, the men were unusually subdued. In fact, they looked downright unhappy in their black, form-fitting unitards with the color-coded shoulders: Chakotay and Paris in command red, Tuvok and Kim in ship's-operations gold, Mulchaey in sciences blue. Not that the suits were unattractive or inefficient, but they were rather.....revealing in their clinginess. And of course it didn't help that the suits were designed as a single-layered attire: no underwear. Small wonder that the men were self-conscious, as their gestures suggested. The strategically placed PADD that remained on Chakotay's lap throughout the morning was a case in point. And it seemed clear from the way the men avoided eye contact that the captain had made her point. She hoped that this new perspective they were getting simply by virtue of the fact that they were wearing something like Seven's clothes would translate into a long-lasting respect for Seven and the other women on Voyager.

She sat back now and marveled at the experiences and lessons-learned of the last couple of days. Certainly, she had gleaned many new perspectives from being in Seven's body, and there was no question that the effects on her would be long-lasting.

Being in Seven's body.........suddenly the phrase took on another meaning, and she bit her lower lip against the surge of excitement this other connotation sent through her own body now as she remembered the night's lovemaking, which lasted well into the morning. And then she remembered all the ways Seven, too, had enjoyed being in Kathryn's body. Those memories made her shift a little in her seat against the renewed throbbing in her two intimate openings, which were still sensitive from Seven's relentless explorations. The young woman was a natural and very generous about utilizing her amazing techniques on the captain.

Kathryn checked the chronometer and noticed happily that it was nearly 1200 hours: time to try out some more techniques. She styled a note into her PADD, sending Seven a personally encoded message cordially requesting her company in the captain's quarters for a private luncheon. A couple of minutes later her PADD chirped back a response. Kathryn entered her privacy code to initiate the display and then smiled as she read Seven's gracious acceptance of the invitation and her suggestion that they have "something light -- perhaps 'finger foods'." Kathryn's lower body tightened involuntarily. She grinned openly at the effect and then started for the turbolift.

"I'm going to lunch, Commander. You have the Bridge."

"Aye, Captain," he barked back.

Kathryn turned at the strain and formality in the tone and then scanned the Bridge to study her officers. She had reduced them to nervous ensigns fresh out of the academy. Amused at their contriteness, she treated them to a little advice she had given Harry Kim their first year out: "Gentlemen. At ease! -- before you sprain something."

She smiled again, a bit more sympathetically, as the men tried to relax and smile back. Then feeling -- she admitted -- too smug and giddy for her own good, she entered the turbolift and let her mind drift again to thoughts of lunch and love and being in Seven's body.
 

** The End **