As I Lay Me Down To Sleep
The nightmares began after the deaths of two more members of the Voyager crew on what should have been a routine away mission. After their deaths, Captain Kathryn Janeway just seemd to withdraw from everything and everybody as sleep deprivation began to wear her down. An endless parade of faces flashed through her head every waking and sleeping moment of her life. They were the men and women that would never see the Alpha quadrant again.
Janeway would sit on the bridge, looking at the familiar faces around her, wondering who was next and how many of them she would fail as well. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and when she looked up again she saw her first officer, Commander Chakotay, watching her with concern.
"Captain, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Chakotay. Just tired."
Janeway smiled weakly at her first officer.
"Are you still having those nightmares?"
He asked this softly so that the other crew members on the bridge could not hear the question. In spite of this discretion Janeway looked angrily at him.
"Mind your own business, Chakotay," she snapped.
She said it loud enough that several heads turned their way in surprise. Janeway mentally kicked herself for the outburst. Everything was setting her on edge these days.
"I'll be in my Ready Room."
Janeway got up without looking at anyone. It would be better for everyone if she stayed away from them. Janeway spent the rest of her shift in her office attempting to go over some reports but mostly she sat there in an exhausted haze dreading another night of sleep filled with the cries of those she did not save.
Once off shift, she practically stumbled to her quarters. She couldn't remember much of what she did today but she was grateful it was over.
"Seven to Captain Janeway."
Janeway's badge chirpped unexpectedly.
"Janeway here. Go ahead Seven."
Her response was automatic.
"I will be delayed in Astrometrics for another fifteen minutes. I would like to reschedule our appointment for 1915 hours. Is that acceptable?"
The cool tones queried the foggy captain. Appointment? Ah, yes, thought Janeway. Our Velocity match, I forgot. The thought of playing the hard, physical game overwhelmed Janeway for a moment. She opened her mouth to cancel the match altogether. Then she envisioned an evening alone in her cabin. Besides, she looked forward to her meetings with Seven.
"Captain?"
Janeway shook herself out of her reverie.
"Acceptable, Seven. I'll see you then. Janeway out."
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It was clear in the first thirty minutes of the match that physically and mentally Janeway was not up to the challenge that Seven presented her. As Janeway missed another easy shot and careened off a wall and fell, Seven spoke.
"Computer, end program."
"Janeway looked up from the floor at the woman with surprise.
"What's the matter, Seven?"
Seven walked over to her with her long, lithe legs and squatted down near the fallen woman.
"That is what I wish to ask you. Are you damaged in some way?"
"I'm fine, Seven."
Janeway started to pick herself up off the floor but Seven stopped her with a touch.
"I do not mean the fall. You are not playing with your usual proficiency."
Janeway sighed, "I'm sorry, Seven. I'm not giving you your usual workout, am I?"
Seven looked at her steadily.
"No, you are not. Are you damaged?"
"No, not damaged. Just tired."
"You are not regen-, sleeping sufficiently?" questioned Seven.
She continued, "You must begin at once to correct this problem. We will cease this activity so you may do so."
Janeway gave a rueful laugh.
"I wish it was that easy, Seven."
"It is not?"
"No."
The Captain hesitated to confide in Seven. As the Captain she should appear all powerful or at least on top of things at all times. But Seven understood the need for perfection being a former Borg. Now as a human, Seven had had to deal with failure in attaining that need. And hell, who else did she have to talk to? At least she knew Seven would be discrete.
"Seven, do you know what nightmares are?" she asked.
"Yes. A form of disturbing mental manifestations that can occur during a sleep cycle," intoned Seven.
"A bad dream."
Janeway said it flatly. Seven nodded her understanding.
"Well I've been having nightmares every night for the last three weeks since..."
"Since the deaths of the Away Team," finished Seven.
"Yes," continued Janeway. "I've tried everything. The Doctor has been assisting me but has not been able to break the cycle. I'm not sure how much longer I can take it," Janeway admitted.
"Agreed. If your work is affected as much as your Velocity skills then you are in danger..."
Janeway interupted her.
"Danger? I'm not the one in danger. My crew is. If we find ourselves in a hostile situation I could find my judgment severely impaired by..."
"Agreed. The situation must be corrected immediately."
Seven said this almost absent mindedly as she reviewed what she knew about nightmares and sleep in general. As she thought she sank down on to the floor next to her Captain. While she never experienced sleep herself it was something that fascinated her. She knew that one day she would be expected to give up her alcove and return to this more natural form of re-energizing her body.
Janeway's voice broke through her thoughts.
"I know but I don't know HOW to do it," she said despairingly.
"Captain. I believe I have a solution."
"Yes?" Janeway asked wearily.
"When an individual experiences nightmares there are certain physiological changes that occur. Changes in breathing, body temperature..."
"Yes, yes. I'm aware of that and I think I know where you're going with it. I had the Doctor observe me while I attempted to sleep so that he could monitor me for those changes. It didn't work."
Janeway ran a hand through her hair tiredly as she remembered those sleepless nights in Sick Bay.
"Why not?" asked Seven.
"Huh? Oh, because I couldn't sleep in Sick Bay. Instead of nightmares I had insomnia."
"An inability to sleep," stated Seven.
"Correct. All I did was trade one problem for another."
"Then an attempt should be made again. But in your quarters where everything is familiar and comfortable."
This idea seemed self evident to Seven and she couldn't understand why the Captain had not thought of it herself.
"Yes, that would probably be better," admitted Janeway. "But unfortunately the Doctor's mobile emitter was so badly damaged on his last away mission that Lieutenant Torres isn't sure she's going to be able to repair it."
"Then someone else must take the Doctor's place."
This idea was also obvious to Seven.
"I am the most logical choice."
"You!"
Janeway almost laughed. Seven raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. You seem surprised. I do not require regeneration every night. My implants can monitor the necessary physiological changes and it should be a simple matter of waking you up if you appear to be in distress."
Janeway tried to envision sleeping while the beautiful drone before her watched. She couldn't see it. The idea of Seven in her quarters in such an intimate setting made Janeway stir restlessly.
Her attraction to Seven was ever present no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. In these last few exhausting weeks it had faded to the background somewhat but the picture of Seven in her bedroom while Janeway lay in her bed, sleeping and vulnerable, thrust them forward overwhelmingly.
Janeway's head snapped up.
"Out of the question," she said abruptly.
"Why?"
Janeway quickly rose from the floor. Suddenly the proximity of Seven's warm body near hers was too much for her overtired senses.
"Because....Seven, you may not realize this because it's all new to you but having someone watch you while you sleep is.....is an intimate thing. I don't think it would be appropriate for us even though we are friends."
Overwrought with sudden desire, Janeway's explanation sounded lame even to her. Seven stood up as well.
"I see. Even though you have watched me as I regenerate?"
Seven dropped this bombshell on Janeway coolly.
"P-pardon me?"
Seven quirked her metallic brow and pressed the point.
"You have, on many occasions, come into Cargo Bay Two and watched me as I regenerate. On each occasion you left without interrupting my cycle therefore I assume you came to 'watch' me."
Janeway flushed with embarrassment. How long had Seven known?
"I-I'm sorry. I should never have done so," she stammered an apology. "How did you know?"
"I sense your presence each time. Regeneration is not like sleep."
"Oh, god."
Hands on her hips, Janeway began to pace with a great deal of agitation.
"There is no need for this....this discomfort. I would have said something to you if I was....unhappy about your actions. I found your presence.....comforting."
Seven looked for the correct words to express her feelings.
"Comforting?"
Janeway stopped her pacing and looked at Seven in surprise.
"Yes. I still have some difficulty with being alone, the silence of being an individual. Knowing that you were there, that I was not completely alone, was...helpful."
Janeway absorbed this statement thoughtfully. She braced herself for the inevitable questions. Why was she there in the first place? What was HER motivation for her behavior?
The questions did not come. Seven was determined to assist the Captain with her problem. Captain Janeway had helped her in so many ways with her struggle to adapt to this new collective. Here was a chance to do the same in a direct, personal way.
"You have watched me therefore our relationship has become intimate enough that watching you should not be a problem," she pursued the idea unfailingly.
"Uh, Seven."
Janeway looked for a way out.
"I am incorrect in this analysis? Is it because you are the Captain? You have the right to watch your crew members sleep but not..."
Seven was honestly trying to understand.
"No, no, Seven. That's not it"
"Then what?"
"I can't ask you to do this," began Janeway.
"You do not have to ask. I have already volunteered. The safety of this ship and its crew are more important than anything else. You have stated this on numerous occasions. How can you not try every reasonable solution in an attempt to resolve this problem?"
Janeway could feel herself becoming cornered by the logic of Seven's argument. Unless she was prepared to admit her feelings for Seven she could not refuse. She made one last attempt.
"I don't think I could sleep while you sat in a chair staring at me."
"Very well. Then I will lie down beside you and attempt to be as unobtrusive as possible. While I do not sleep I am capable of non-motion for many hours."
Janeway was horrified by how her attempt to escape had just backfired on her. Now she was expected to go to sleep with the object of her desires lying along side her! How unobtrusive would that be? Janeway could feel herself sinking deeper into something she could not begin to explain to Seven without saying things she had no intention of revealing.
"This is unconventional?" asked Seven as she attempted to read the flash of emotions on the Captain's face.
"Oh, yes," agreed Janeway.
"You are worried that the crew would denote a sexual connotation to our sleeping together?" she asked.
The mere words sent a ripple of painful desire through the Captain.
"Yes, that could be an issue," Janeway said awkwardly.
"Only the Doctor needs to know of our plan. I had intended to speak to him anyway to clarify what I should watch for and what I should do."
"I see. You've thought of everything."
Janeway was too tired to fight off the idea anymore.
"I have," Seven said firmly.
"Very well. I plan to retire at 2300 hours. Don't forget your jammies and toothbrush."
With these cryptic, final words Janeway strode out of the Holodeck in defeat.
"Jammies and toothbrush?" Seven murmured.
She left as well, heading for Sick Bay. She had a lot of questions for the Doctor.
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At 2245 hours the door chimed in Captain Janeway's quarters. She stood there already dressed in her dark blue silk pajamas and hesitated before opening the door and allowing Seven entrance. She was nervous as hell. She couldn't imagine how she was ever going to go through with this. She had prepared for bed before Seven got there because she didn't relish the idea of doing it in Seven's presence.
"Come," called the Captain.
Seven entered with a small bag in her hand. She was still wearing her Velocity game outfit from earlier in the evening. She held up the bag and spoke hesitantly.
"My jammies and toothbrush, Captain."
Janeway's face lapsed into a lopsided smile at the words. She knew that Seven hadn't known what they meant at the time but leave it to the efficient Borg to do her research in the small amount of time she had.
"Seven, since we're going to do this I think you should call me Kathryn."
Seven nodded her head in agreement.
"Very well. Kathryn."
Both women seemed to pause for a moment in time as the word echoed in their minds. Seven recovered first.
"I see you are prepared to sleep. I would like to do the same. Where shall I do this?"
"In there, Seven."
Janeway waved in the direction of the bathroom with a shaky hand. Damn, she was going to have get herself under control. Seven was too sharp and was going to notice that something was amiss. She turned away from the former Borg as she headed towards the room and looked out the window at the stars, hoping they would calm her down.
Seven WAS sharp, and it seemed that when it came to the Captain...Kathryn, Seven repeated in her mind, savouring the sound of the word, those senses were hyperactive. She'd noted the affects her presence had on Kathryn and wondered about them.
Her feelings for the Captain was deeply hidden from visual range. It had taken a long time for her to realise what they were. Love was completely alien to her and by the time her research into human emotions had confirmed what she suspected, it was too late. Kathryn Janeway was everything to her, her collective, her world. She would gladly die for her captain. But she would also die before she'd let the Captain know how she felt. Seven believed that these feelings would be unwelcome and not reciprocated. Now she wondered.
When Seven emerged from the bathroom Kathryn was already in bed. Lying on the side away from the bathroom, safely tucked under the blankets with a book, she looked up at the Borg as she approached the bed. Her heart stopped.
Seven was wearing what essentially was a nightshirt. The long-sleeved, high-collared, stark white shirt was the sexiest thing Kathryn had ever seen Seven wear. It was illogical that clothing that was so loose and covered more of that luscious body than the form fitting biosuit of the day could be so incredibly sexy but it was. White, pearly buttons trailed down the entire length of the shirt, the first two were unbuttoned revealing the soft, pale skin at Seven's throat. The shirt ended at mid-thigh and Kathryn couldn't help but stare at the long, strong legs that appeared below them. Realizing that she was indeed staring, Kathryn forced her eyes back up to Seven's face.
"W-where did you get the uh, jammies?"
"The Doctor."
"I see."
"It is not acceptable? Should I wear something else."
She reached up a hand to begin unbuttoning the shirt.
"NO! It's fine. It will be fine."
Kathryn panicked at the thought of Seven removing the shirt. Really, someone need to teach her more certain taboos.
"Just ah, come to bed."
Very well, Kathryn."
With an efficiency of motion, Seven pulled back the covers and slid under them. She lay her head down on to the pillow and tried to become accustomed to this unusual position for her. The heat of the body next to her was not helping.
"Lights out," Kathryn commanded and the room darkened instantly.
The sound of the two women breathing was all that could be heard. Seven didn't move an inch.
"Good night, Seven."
"Good night, Cap-Kathryn."
Kathryn lay there trying to get use to the idea of anyone being in her bed let alone Seven. It had been a long time. She felt Seven move towards her and stiffened.
"Seven?"
"Sorry, Kathryn. I will not move again. I am positioning myself so that I will be able to observe you."
"Right. Good idea."
Kathryn's stomach sank as she realized just how hard this was going to be. The silence resumed. Gradually Kathryn began to fade away. The darkness, the lack of sleep, even the warmth of the body lying near hers was too much. She slept.
Seven lay there watching Kathryn as sleep overtook her. The older woman's face relaxed, what few lines there were vanishing easily. Seven stirred uncomfortably as she thought about this woman watching her as she had done in Cargo Bay Two. It was more intimate than she had anticipated. Irresolutely she watched Kathryn, determined to go through with the plan.
After a few hours Seven noted that something was changing. Kathryn moved restlessly in her sleep, her face was flushed with heat. The nightmare had begun. Seven reached over gently and touched Kathryn's shoulder. The Doctor had told her to try and wake her enough to stop the dream but not to wake her up completely, if possible.
"Kathryn," she whispered.
She leaned closer to the agitated woman. Her nearness seemed to slow the restless movements of Kathryn's legs. Inching closer still, Seven almost caressed the silk shoulder with her hand.
"It is only a bad dream. Do not be afraid. I am here."
Seven didn't know what she was saying but the words seemed to be the correct ones. Kathryn sighed in her sleep and moved back towards Seven. As their bodies touched Seven inhaled deeply. An electric shock seemed to run through her at the feel of Kathryn. She pressed up closely behind Kathryn. Kathryn's agitation subsided completely.
Because she wanted to, Seven slipped an arm over Kathryn's body until her hand rested beneath her warm, soft breasts. She froze when she felt Kathryn move for a moment but it was only to take hold of Seven's arm with her own and pulling it tighter to her. With this encouragement Seven pulled Kathryn's warm, sleeping body back against her firmly. The silk bottom of Kathryn's pajamas brushed against Seven's exposed sex since the shirt she wore had ridden up during the night. The touch was exquisite yet so painful, Seven thought she would cry out.
In the early morning hours Kathryn came to awareness, gradually conscious of the warm body lying next to hers. One long leg was draped across hers, trapping her to the bed with strength and softness. She could feel Seven's breath on the back on her neck. Its even flow told her that Seven was asleep. The arm around her ended in a hand that cupped one breast gently. She could stay like this forever.
But she did not. She did not want to face the conversation that the morning would bring. She gently slid out from under the possessive hold that Seven had on her and got out of the warm bed. It tore at her very soul to do so. She looked down at the sleeping form before her and her heart ached at the sight of the beautiful, unconscious face there. She stepped away from the bed and begin to prepare for the day.
The bridge crew sensed the change in their Captain. The atmosphere was lighter on the bridge than it had been in weeks. When Janeway finally retired to her Ready Room it was get down to some real work, not to escape. She worked through the day, skipping lunch and dinner, as she plowed through the mounds of reports that had stacked up on her desk. Finally, exhausted, she sat back with a satisfied smile. She had worked hard, too hard, but it was a good day.
Almost as tired as she'd been the day before, Kathryn ate a quick dinner in the Mess Hall before heading back to her room. She thought about locating Seven before she retired. She should really thank the woman for helping her, the plan was successful. She vaguely remembered the nightmare beginning but then it was driven away by the warm presence of the body lying next to hers and comforting words she could hear but not recall precisely. The feelings that all of this evoked was too much and because of that Kathryn did not seek out Seven. Tomorrow.
As the Captain wearily stepped into her quarters she peeled off the jacket of her uniform and tossed it onto the couch. Then she became aware that she was not alone.
"Seven!"
"Cap-Kathryn. How are you this evening?"
The question was merely a formality. Seven could see how the woman was. Exhausted. Naturally, she had overextended herself and done too much. Seven was not surprised. This was one of the things the two women had in common. Even if she could not tell by just looking at her the late hour and the comments of the crew throughout the day told her the same. Kathryn was beat.
"What are you doing here?"
As Kathryn asked the question she looked at the woman who already occupied her bed. Seven was dressed in the same shirt as last night and her hair was loose around her shoulders. She lay on the bed, on top of the covers, her long legs stretched before her, the padd she'd been reading lay in her lap. The vision made Kathryn's mouth dry.
"We have not yet finished what we began. One night of rest is insufficient. Particularly if you insist on working as hard as you did today. We will continue with this arrangement."
"I see. Really, Seven, it's not necessary. I'm fine."
Kathryn tried to convince her.
"You are not fine."
This flat contradiction of the Captain's statement floored her. She was too tired to argue.
"I'll get ready for bed."
Kathryn headed for the bathroom, picking up her nightwear on the way.
"Agreed. I will finish this report momentarily and will be ready when you return."
Seven was pleased that the Captain had not given her more trouble. She had fully expected to be ordered out of the Captain's bed. An order she would not relish obeying. She resumed her reading.
When Kathryn returned to the bedroom, now clad in her silky pajamas, she was relieved to find Seven's delectable body safely hidden under the covers. She slipped in next to the blonde woman with a sigh.
"Lights out."
This time the command was from Seven. As the room darkened, Kathryn relaxed and closed her eyes. She had to admit that Seven was right, she had overdone it, and she did not want any more nightmares. She rolled over on to her side, her back to Seven, trying to get comfortable and to move away from the magnetic body she sensed pulling at her from the other side of the bed.
Suddenly a warm body was pressed against her back. The touch of that body, the large breasts pressing against her back, the strong legs moving against hers, the feel of her mound pressing against buttocks alarmed her. She was overwhelmed with need. She tried to sound calm.
"Seven. What are you doing?"
"Kathryn, do not resist. When you began your nightmare last night I did this and your nightmare stopped. This position has proven to be....effective. We should proceed with it."
The calm explanation was given as Seven hid how much the touch was affecting her as well. She felt Kathryn's reaction to her touch and was hopeful. Perhaps she was mistaken about Kathryn's feelings towards her. She almost trembled at the thought.
Touching Kathryn when she was awake was different than when she was asleep. Seven's awareness of her was heightened incredibly. Shyly, but with determination, she put her arm around Kathryn's reclining body once more. Her arm found its natural position under Kathryn's soft bosom.
For a moment Kathryn stiffened, then too tired to fight it, she sighed softly, contentedly and moved back into Seven's body seeking the comfort she knew she would find there.
Once again Kathryn woke in the early morning hours to find their positions had changed. Seven was on her back and Kathryn's head lay on Seven's ample chest. The shirt was partially unbuttoned beneath her head and she could feel the smooth skin against her cheek.
Without stopping to think about her actions, Kathryn moved her hand to the opening before her, spreading the two pieces of cloth as far away from each other as she could. Dissatisified with what had a moment ago seemed to be such a large opening but now seemed confining, Kathryn unbuttoned another button. Then another. Spreading the shirt further apart she could now see a creamy expanse of delicate soft skin. The shadow of the shirt hid much of Seven's breast from her sight.
Kathryn reached out with a tentative hand and placed it softly on the incredible skin before her. Her small hand, of its own volition, slipped into the depths of the shirt exploring the sensuous skin beneath it.
Kathryn knew she should stop but she had wanted this woman for so long, she could not. She was overwhelmed with sensation and emotion, out of control.
Centimeters below her lips lay Seven's soft skin. Bending her head slightly she pressed her warm lips to it, placing small kisses everywhere she could reach without moving. She had to know what Seven tasted like....the small tip of her tongue appeared between her parted lips as Kathryn bent her head once again.
With her tongue resting lightly on Seven's chest she moved her head up in a long slow motion. Her absorption in Seven's taste, faintly salty and slightly chemical but oh, so clean was disrupted by the deep intake of breath from the chest beneath her.
Kathryn looked up, horrified to see Seven's eyes open and staring down at her. Seven did not look like her usual alert self. Her eyes were groggy with sleep and....something else. Her eyes bored into Kathryn's. Kathryn was frozen, her hand deep in Seven's shirt, caught.
"Seven."
"Kathryn."
"I-I thought you were asleep," stammered Kathryn.
"I am not," replied Seven.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know...."
As she spoke she remembered where her hand was and began to slide it back out of Seven's shirt. Slowly. She could not stand to break the contact. A strong hand captured hers beneath the shirt, halting its exit.
"No, I could not bear it," whispered Seven.
Her eyes were filled with some unnamed emotion.
"Please, Seven. I should not have done this. I am your Captain. This is taking advantage of you."
Kathryn attempted to explain.
"I wish for you to take advantage of me," replied Seven.
Kathryn stared, amazed at this statement.
"I have had feelings for you for some time now."
Seven tried explained what she meant. Words were so inefficient.
Seven bent her head towards the woman on her chest and captured her soft lips with her own. The swiftness of the move and the shock of those warm lips on hers caught Kathryn completely off guard. Seven slipped easily into her mouth, her wet tongue searching and stroking throughout Kathryn's vulnerable mouth. Seven's strong arms rolled Kathryn completely onto her body. They lay there, their lips locked, Kathryn's hand trapped between them beneath Seven's shirt, their bodies perfectly aligned from head to toe.
The pressure of that body lying on top of hers deepened Seven's desire. Her lips parted with a soft, gasping breath and Kathryn took advantage of the moment, pressing forward into Seven's own sweet mouth. As Seven felt herself open up to Kathryn she moaned deeply and her legs parted slightly. Kathryn pressured the slight opening with her knee and Seven gave way willingly.
As Kathryn's thigh pressed up against Seven's wet sex both women gasped with desire. Kathryn could feel the damp curls and warm flesh against the soft skin of her thigh and she felt herself writhe in response. The pressure and movement of Kathryn's thigh made Seven aware of new sensations in her body.
Kathryn reached up and began unbuttoning Seven's shirt. She wanted to see, touch, and taste all of her. As her knee continued to press into Seven's aching mound she folded back the shirt to expose Seven completely to her eyes. The pink nipples rose in the slightly colder air beckoning to her relentlessly. She heeded their call, bending her head to take each in her mouth, one at a time, taking what they offered softly but insistently.
As Seven felt her lover's mouth and teeth upon her breasts for the first time she thought she was dying. Coherent thought disappeared, replaced by hot, white passion and need. She cried out as it filled her.
"Kathryn! What is happening to me?"
For a moment she was frightened. It was too much feeling, too much need, too much love. Kathryn stopped her ministrations and pushed the hair back out of Seven's heated face and looked into her scared eyes.
"Shhh, Seven. It's alright. This is how it supposed to feel," she reassured her lovingly.
"How can there be so much?" she implored.
"Deep emotions are like that. And love....love is one of the most powerful."
"Yes, love. That is what I feel."
Seven grasped Kathryn's head desperately.
"I love you so much."
"As do I, darling. As do I."
Feeling bolder now, Seven whispered.
"I want to feel your skin against mine."
Reluctantly, Kathryn lifted her body off of Seven's to comply to her demand. Seven reached up to the shirt that prohibited them from touching. She didn't bother with the buttons, ripping the shirt wide open.
She pushed the shirt back behind Kathryn. Kathryn lay flat on top of Seven, the touch of breasts against one another other sending a wave of intense desire between them. Kathryn wiggled out of the shirt and it was thrown onto the floor. The pajama bottoms followed.
Kathryn lowered her now completely nude body slowly back down onto Seven. There bodies merged, becoming one in sense and feeling, the wetness they both were dripping mixed as Kathryn began to grind her pelvis again Seven's.
Looking into each other's eyes as they moaned in unison, Kathryn bent forward engaging Seven's lips with a deep, passionate kiss. Deeper and deeper the kiss went, tongues exploring and clashing. Kathryn nipped gently at Seven's full lower lip and whispered words of love into Seven's mouth.
As their desires rose once more, Kathryn moved her hand down Seven's body seeking the wet, warm place she knew would be waiting for her. Her fingers slid easily through the pale, blonde curls and into Seven. Seven gasped at the sensation created by being filled so incredibly by Kathryn. She began to whimper as Kathryn moved her hand in and out. Seven matched her rhythm with the thrusting of her hips.
Her whole body exploded with pleasure and poured out over Kathryn's hand. As the tension in Seven's body slowly eased until she lay there unable to move, Kathryn brought her wet hand up to her mouth and slowly licked her fingers while Seven watched. Maddened by the sight, Seven felt a burst of energy roar through her body and she used it to flip Kathryn onto her back and rolled with her, ending on top of the smaller woman.
"My turn," she said hoarsely.
Her lips covered Kathryn's smaller breast as she pulled as much of it as she could into her mouth. With one hand she massaged and pulled at the other nipple that lay uncovered. Kathryn began to moan in earnest, her legs encircling one of Seven's and thrusting up towards her.
Feeling Kathryn's need to come mounting, Seven trailed kisses down Kathryn's body as she moved closer to the center of that need. Her hand arrived first, parting the way through the folds to find the answer to her quest. As her Borg implanted fingertips brushed against Kathryn's eager nub, Seven felt Kathryn tense with pleasure and cry out Seven's name.
Seven moved down further until her head reached Kathryn's thrusting pelvis. Spreading Kathryn open with her fingers she dipped her head down and tasted Kathryn for the first time. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Her tongue went deeper, searching for the spot that her hand had so recently discovered and finding it quickly. With quick, hard strokes Seven moved back and forth across the excited clit bringing Kathryn to a climax.
As fluids swirled around Seven's tongue and mouth she listened to the cries of her lover, calling Seven's name and screaming out her pleasure. The last waves flowed through Kathryn and Seven moved back up into her arms, resting her head on Kathryn's shoulder. Kathryn put her arm around Seven and both fell into a deep slumber.
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Later that morning Kathryn lay in bed and watched Seven get up. The now rumpled shirt rode up momentarily exposing Seven's beautiful round ass to Kathryn's eyes. The shirt fell back into place and Kathryn sighed with disappointment at the loss of the sight of those exquisite round muscles.
"Seven."
Kathryn called to Seven. Seven turned around and Kathryn was speechless for a moment. Seven's long, blonde hair lay mussed over her shoulders, her eyes still heavy with the passion they just shared. Her lower lip, always so full, was slightly swollen from the attention it had received throughout their lovemaking.
The shirt was completely unbuttoned, the opening teased Kathryn with a tiny view of the curves of Seven's luscious breasts, her flat stomach, and down to the blonde curls that Kathryn had so recently explored with her tongue. The long legs jutting from the bottom of the shirt completed the picture. Seven stood there, new to passion, yet so full of it that Kathryn wanted her all over again.
"Yes, Kathryn?"
Seven looked down at the woman in the bed completely unaware of the vision she made in that moment.
She could only think about last night and what had gone on between this beautiful woman and herself. Kathryn lay in the mussed bed, her hair tousled and scattered across the pillow. Pajamaless in the end, her breasts wth coral-colored nipples lay exposed as the blanket came only to her waist. Seven looked at the blanket and recalled what lie beneath. The taste, the feel, the smell....she inhaled deeply, her breasts rising sharply, as she was stabbed with a pang of desire.
Kathryn watched Seven's chest rise all of a sudden. She looked deep into Seven's blue eyes and saw the answering desire that lay there. Kathryn threw back the bedclothes, exposing herself completely to Seven's hot, eager gaze.
"Seven. Lose the shirt and come back to bed," she commanded.
"Kathryn?"
Seven reached up with one long-sleeve encased arm and pushed a tendril of blonde hair behind her ear. She took a tentative step towards the bed.
"Consider it an order."
Kathryn smiled deeply.
As the shirt slip off her shoulders and fell gracefully to the floor, revealing Seven in all her splendor to her Captain's burning eyes, she quirked a Borg brow and answered.
"I will comply. Always."
And slipped back into the warm bed covering Kathryn's aching body with her own.