“Oh, yes, Seven, right there,” Kathryn Janeway moaned. “God that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Sshhh… Do not speak, Kathryn. I know what you need,” Seven said as she pressed against Janeway’s nude body, applying pressure to Kathryn’s sensitive area and continuing to make her moan deeper with pleasure. She was scantily clothed herself, dressed only in a t-shirt and undergarments replicated specifically for situations like this, and suspected Kathryn was enjoying the contact made between her body and Seven’s in places other than the spot Seven’s hands focused on.
“That’s the spot, Seven. Rub harder….Oh God, Yes!”
“Kathryn, you are very tight tonight. I recommend you relax if you want to receive the maximum amount of stimulation.” Seven reached over for the tube of oil and squirt some onto her hands. “More lubrication is needed. Hold still.” She smeared the greasy substance to Kathryn’s tender spot and finished her mission.
“Oh, God! Yes!” Janeway screamed, completely satiated. She was convinced her moaning could be heard on the lower decks but she didn’t care right now. “God, Seven, I had no idea you were this good! Have you been holding out on me?”
Seven stood up and handed Kathryn a towel to cover her nude form. “I do not understand.”
Janeway temporarily wrapped herself in the towel and walked to the bathroom to dress in something a little more comforting as Seven cleaned up. “That was the most satisfying massage I have ever gotten.” When she emerged wearing her pink bathrobe she added, “That knot in my shoulder is gone. We’re going to have to keep your skill a secret or you’ll never get a moment’s rest from the crew begging for your therapeutic touch.”
“I have only the Borg to credit for my skill.”
“Don’t tell me massages were frequent occurrences on the Cube,” she remarked sarcastically, reaching up for a brief hug and kissed Seven’s lips before parting. “You’re the best.”
The women walked to the couch for some ice cream and small talk before retiring for the evening. Janeway had the chocolate and Seven had her usual, wild strawberry. She had not liked eating ice cream until the captain steered her away from Neelix’s creations and toward something more delectable to her palate. Janeway always felt there was something nauseating about eating Talaxian confectionary treats that contained ingredients still alive; the wiggling that went on in the mouth was too much to stomach.
“I wanted to tell you I was proud of you today, Seven,” Janeway said, referring to a dilithium extraction she made with Harry and Chakotay earlier in the day. Scans of the planet they surveyed revealed a hostile atmosphere and the extraction would no doubt be dangerous. It would also provide an ample supply of dilithium for Voyager if everything went well. This was also the first away mission Seven was assigned to in weeks and Janeway chose to send her along with the commander for personal reasons, hoping they would get to know each other a little better and eventually bond rather than mistrust each other constantly. “Chakotay tells me you saved the day.” She ate some ice cream waiting for Seven’s reaction.
“Commander Chakotay underestimates my ability to contribute to this crew,” Seven bluntly stated. “The extraction was not as difficult as originally thought.”
“Well regardless of what Chakotay thinks of your ability, you were vital to the success of this mission.” Janeway leaned over and kissed Seven’s lips. “We may have succeeded without you, but it would have been far more dangerous.”
“You are correct, Kathryn. My contribution to the success of this mission was vital,” Seven said with a smirk, knowing exactly how to steal more kisses from Kathryn.
“You’re incorrigible.” Janeway said, smiling as she realized where Seven was going with this. She put down her ice cream dish and cupped Seven’s face before she gave the blonde woman a long, slow, deep kiss that began the silent language they so often conversed with each other. Kisses led to shared touches, soft and subtle, refraining as long as they could before the passion flared and clothes began flying off in their haste to make love. Noises made by lips smacking and flesh rubbing over flesh led to raspy whimpers caused by anticipation of what was coming and eventually replaced with soft moans and calling the other’s name in ecstasy. The musky aroma that lingered in the air after only drove the women to want more of each other. Tonight was like any other night they shared in Janeway’s quarters, yet every time it seemed new: exciting and fresh, never dull. It was animalistic they way they loved, pure and unadulterated, and undoubtedly the best sex they had in her lives. But it was more than sex. It was a bonding they shared. A bonding that led to promises of never losing touch with each other.
The next morning’s staff meeting to share information from the different departments on the ship’s status was nearly wound up. B’Elanna, Harry, Tuvok, and Seven all gave their reports, stating that everything was working properly, all systems were secured, and nothing of interest was scanned in the upcoming sectors. Basically, all systems running within normal parameters was the conclusion. Not a bad way to run a ship, Janeway thought to herself as she glanced around the table.
“Alright, people, if there’s nothing else…” she paused, giving someone the chance to add anything they wanted to before the meeting broke, “…Dismissed.”
Everyone stood up to leave, engaging in private conversations among themselves as they headed back to their stations. There was some talk of meeting at the holodeck later to try out a new program Tom created and everyone agreed on a time to gather. “Bring your poker faces,” he shouted across the bridge before B’Elanna and Seven left in the turbolift.
The rest of the day was pretty boring. Janeway had decided just before lunch that as a change of pace she would catch up on those reports that piled up in her ready room. She wasn’t about to sit in the bridge chair for five more hours and listen to Harry and Tom talk about Captain Proton; it was a fate worse than listening to the doctor give a lecture on microorganisms. Near the end of her shift, following an afternoon of being alone with reports occupying every inch of space on her desk without one disturbance, the door chimed and woke her up. She lifted her head and wiped a small line of drool that escaped her mouth before welcoming her first interruption of the day.
“Come in.”
Seven of Nine stepped through the doors with a small pad in her hand and walked straight for Janeway’s desk. “I have an update from the sensors in Astrometrics. The interstellar dust I spoke of at the meeting is a nebula fourteen light years from our current location. However, it is not along our current trajectory.”
“Sounds interesting,” Janeway pondered aloud. “I want you to help B’Elanna reconfigure the lateral sensor array. We’re going to take a look at this nebula.”
“Captain, perhaps you did not hear me when I said it is not along our current trajectory,” Seven said. She knew the scientist in Janeway couldn’t resist exploring the nebula but that would entail days of traveling in the wrong direction just to get a peak.
“I heard you alright, Seven, and I want to take a look. Keep me informed on the status of the sensors.” Janeway picked up a pad and continued the work she had pretended to do all afternoon.
“Captain, it is a standard class 17 nebula.”
Janeway put down the pad, succumbing to defeat; it was obvious she wasn’t going to get this work finished today. “Yes, and they’re a dime a dozen in the Delta Quadrant, but I still want to investigate it.”
Seven folded her hands behind her back like she always did right before a confrontation. She stood frozen for a few seconds until she determined a better way to get Janeway’s attention. “It is my understanding that you wish to see Earth before you die. Do not sacrifice that because you are bored.”
Janeway was hot under the collar now. Seven, the woman she loved, the woman she trusted with her life, found her sore spot and played on it. No one she commanded ever spoke to her like that. She never allowed it in the past, and she was hell bent on not letting it start now. “Seven, that’s enough. Go down to engineering and help B’Elanna now.”
“I will not comply.”
“It wasn’t a request, Seven.”
“Captain, if we stop to investigate every anomaly, every insignificant particle of dust or radiation we come across, you will never see your home again.”
If the tension in the room was piercing before, it unmistakably cut like a knife now. They had their heated arguments in the past: two strong willed women on opposite ends of the spectrum arguing their points. It wasn’t pretty, but something about it enticed Janeway. She secretly enjoyed arguing with Seven. No one else struggled with her this much and it made her feel like…a captain. Chakotay disagreed with her on occasion, and she deeply respected him, but in the end he always gave in to her will. Crewmen disagreed with her, but they never said one word about it to her. They merely complained among themselves. Confrontations with Seven, though, made her feel like she was more than a captain. It made her feel like a woman, and it made her feel alive. She could sense her blood rushing to parts it shouldn’t, and throbbing when it got there. She could feel the heat rise up from her middle and cause her temper to flare more. She felt the moisture gather between her legs, knowing exactly how it got there and who caused it. What she didn’t know was what she was going to do about it. She had her ideas, but none of them were ethical. She spent countless hours at night dreaming of taking Seven in the ready room in situations like this, but the time for sex wasn’t now. That was reserved for private. In here, she was captain, and Seven was under her command. Damn, Kathryn, control yourself.
“Seven, I appreciate your need to express your individuality, your opinion, but you are dangerously close to insubordination,” Janeway growled through clinched teeth. She thought she pulled off her control rather well until Seven raised her brow and spoke again.
“Kathryn, you are aroused.”
“I am not aroused.”
Seven moved around the desk and, despite their difference in height, stood breast to breast with the captain, challenging her to lie again. “Kathryn, your pupils are dilated, your pulse is racing, and your complexion is flushed. Do you still wish to claim you are not aroused?”
“Alright, I am. That’s not the point. The point is…”
Her words were cut off when Seven reached for the auburn head and pulled Kathryn’s face to meet her own, locking their lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues twirled, tasting their mutual desire for each other and Seven knew Kathryn needed more than just this kiss. She ran her fingers through the Kathryn’s hair, still not breaking the kiss, and felt Janeway’s body heat up before her, nearly melting in her arms. Barely able to remain standing, Kathryn pulled away to catch her breath.
“Kathryn, do you wish to finish this discussion about the nebula?” Seven knew the answer but wanted to hear the words spoken out loud. She knew Kathryn was ripe and, in all honesty, Kathryn’s arousal caused her to feel a little anxious herself.
“Forget the nebula,” Janeway panted. “Seven, I want you right now. Computer, seal the ready room door. Open on my authorization only.” She leaned in to kiss Seven again, this time taking full control of the situation. She loosened the clip on Seven’s head and freed her hair. God, she’s so gorgeous. Her emotions were running wild. This was more than making love; this was raw, carnal sex at its finest. While Seven tugged at her uniform, leaving her bare-chested in her Starfleet trousers and boots, she began unzipping Seven’s biosuit but it got stuck somehow in the rush to remove it and ripped the damn thing off in frustration. Seven’s nude body, appetizers for the eyes, Janeway noted, was fully exposed for her approval. Oh God!
Seven lowered her body down into a squatting position as she removed Janeway’s pants and boots, forcing the older woman to remain standing. The scent that Kathryn gave off was driving the young woman wild with desire. She kissed Kathryn’s thighs on her way back up to meet her lips and briefly stopped at the auburn triangle, rubbing her nose in the damp curls teasingly, knowing Kathryn couldn’t hold out much longer. She nuzzled and fondled Kathryn’s breasts when she reached them too, becoming revitalized with every moan Kathryn let slip and hoped neither of them wouldn’t climax anytime soon. In one swift motion with her Borg enhanced hand she swept the remaining data pads off the desk and pushed Kathryn onto it, backside up. Her long arms allowed her to reach places from an awkward position behind Kathryn and pleasure to the woman she loved without it becomming intrusive.
Out on the bridge the idle conversation had stopped hours ago and everyone went about their work in silence. Chakotay sat in his chair working from his console when he heard it first. It was unmistakably the sound of objects being thrown against the door, and he knew Seven was in there with the captain, but he had no idea their disagreements had reached new heights. He didn’t feel the need to send in a security team just yet. If Janeway needed help she would call for it or he would hear more shuffling so he went about his work. A minute later the clearly identifiable sounds of Janeway moaning “Annika” repeatedly caused Tom and Harry to look at each other then at him.
“Computer,” he said with a great deal of frustration, “Play selection Chakotay 113, level 6, bridge only.” Without delay, a selection of soft acoustics filtered the bridge, blocking out the noises from the ready room. “I suggest if anyone on this bridge has anything to say they keep it to themselves,” he demanded without looking up from his console as he finished his work. It was becoming increasingly difficult to live through the captain’s relationship with Seven when it seemed it was in his face every time he looked up. His spirit quest a couple of weeks prior helped him control his disappointment of losing Kathryn to the Borg, but the effects were wearing off and he decided it was time for some daily meditation until he fully recovered.
Both women laid on the floor exhausted. Janeway’s hair was damp and mussed, her body slick with sweat. Seven’s condition was no better but she at least had the energy to get up and replicate a new outfit. She had a data pad pressed to her backside when she stood up and Kathryn couldn’t help but laugh when she saw it.
“Plan on working late tonight, dear?” she managed to get out between giggles.
“Your sense of humor has returned,” Seven noted as she peeled it off. “You know I have already agreed to work with B’Elanna tomorrow on the lateral sensor array.”
After their recent adventure in the ready room, they talked about how their lives where changing, how far they had come in their relationship so far, and how they wanted things to progress. It was made clear from the very beginning they would not allow their personal relationship to interfere with their professional relationship but that was obviously not true today.
“Seven, I don’t want to argue about this again, but I’m curious about something.” She stood up and walked to the replicator to get herself a new uniform as well. “How do you really feel about going to Earth?”
“I do not care on way or another, Kathryn.”
“How come?”
“Although it is your home, it is not mine. I have never even been to Earth. I can make it my home if I need to. But in truth,” she kissed Kathryn once more, sealing their fate, “my home is where you are, whether it be on Earth or on an asteroid in another galaxy.”
“You’re a sweet talker,” Janeway added, agreeing with Seven’s assessment as she pressed wrinkles from her uniform and allowed Seven to put on her pips. Before she met Seven, all she cared about was getting home. Now, she still wanted to get back to Earth, but her home was with Seven. “Let’s go get some food. Computer, unseal the ready room door. Initiate a site-to-site transport. Two to my quarters.” She reached for Seven’s hand, raised it up, and gently touched her lips to it before they went through the transport locked hand in hand. “Energize.”
The End