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Resistance really is futile	By : goofball Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 7729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Which is the last thing Janeway remembered, before she woke with her head on Seven’s shoulder, a crick in her neck and a blanket on top of her.
Janeway blinked her eyes open, trying to orient herself, and her gaze fell on B’Elanna’s head, which was bedded on Seven’s thigh.
With a soft “ouch” Janeway straightened and moved her head from side to side to loosen the stiff muscles, before she looked at Seven.
“Hey there,” Janeway said softly. “Someone looks quite relaxed for a change.” Janeway pointed with her chin to B’Elanna.
“Now she does, it took her forty-seven minutes and something to hold on to get there,” Seven replied in an equally quiet tone.
Janeway’s gaze dropped to B’Elanna. What could she be holding on to in here where they had nothing? Then Janeway noticed that Seven’s hand disappeared underneath the blanket. Of course B’Elanna had something to hold on, she had a friend. Warm affection spread through Janeway as she lifted her eyes back to Seven. “I still can’t believe how well the two of you get along, and the understanding you seem to have about each other,” Janeway said. “Would you tell me how it changed?”
“The Lieutenant would state that it is because she can complain as much as she wants and I can be as silent as I want.”
“But that’s not how you see it, is it?”
“No, it’s not,” Seven replied. “I’m not sure I can explain it sufficiently.” Seven looked down to the sleeping B’Elanna. “Somehow we seem to be able to diffuse each other when we are…”
“Upset?” Janeway suggested.
Seven looked at Janeway, who had to hide a smile about the contempt in Seven’s face.
Then Seven’s features softened. “Yes,” she admitted. “At the beginning it were single remarks here and there from either one of us. Then there would be an answer and those answers became more elaborated.” There was a slight smile in the corner of Seven’s mouth. “Until we had whole conversations, based on clever defamations.”
Janeway smiled as well.
“She keeps insisting that my supplements contains anti-freeze, while I advise her to cool of her head.” Seven gave Janeway a side-glance. “I once lowered the temperature in Engineering for that purpose.”
“I bet she loved that one,” Janeway said dryly.
“It had the opposite effect, I’m afraid,” Seven replied. “But now I’m aware on more than an intellectual level that Klingons don’t tolerate the cold very much. I have yet to find a suitable way to cool her hot head.”
“I believe you’re doing just fine,” Janeway stated and thought fleetingly about fire and ice while she had to yawn. “What time is it?”
“0145 hours.”
With a frown Janeway looked at Seven. “How long did I sleep?”
“3.6 hours.”
“I must have been tired,” Janeway said in surprise. “How about you?”
“I will need to regenerate later.”
Regenerate in Cargo Bay 2, with the children. Not a very cosy place. “Seven, I’ve asked you before and you declined,” Janeway said somewhat haltingly, not looking at Seven.
“Elaborate, please.”
“I asked you once before if you would like to have more privacy.”
“As in having my own quarters?”
“Yes.” Janeway looked at Seven. “I’d like to be able to visit you and not having just anyone barge in the room to search for something.”
Seven returned Janeway’s look. “I would like that,” she said.
Janeway just smiled at her, brightly.
They sat for a while in companionable silence.
“Captain?”
“Yes, Seven?”
“Do you believe a large container of warm water would have the same effect to cool off Lieutenant Torres as cold water would?”
“Don’t you dare,” came a grumbled reply, before B’Elanna sat up, and with the blanket pulled around herself, she twisted her upper body from side to side. Then she looked at Seven. “If you come anywhere near me with a bucket of water, I’ll re-program the Doctor to tweak your implants when your next check-up is due,” B’Elanna said. “Maybe some kind of magnetic-field that I have remote control over.” She sat back against the wall. “I could have you pinned against the bulkhead just with a flick of my fingers.”
Janeway laughed softly.
“You must feel apprehensive if you imagine ways to defeat me without having to actually fight.”
“Pah! You’ll not trick your way out of fighting me this easily,” B’Elanna said.
“I did not attempt to,” Seven replied coolly.
“Tonight,” B’Elanna said. “After all this confinement I could use a work-out.”
“Is there a certain time you have in mind?”
“I’d have to check when a holodeck is available.”
Seven turned to Janeway and before she even asked, Janeway lifted her hand.
“We haven’t made any plans, so please do with your time as you wish,” Janeway said and realised that they had to talk about that as well. Then Janeway leaned close to Seven. “You could come and shower at my place afterwards,” Janeway whispered into her ear and then settled back again with a small smile on her lips. She’d love to wash Seven’s back, among other things. Of course Janeway didn’t say that. But luckily, she didn’t have to.
Seven agreed to B’Elanna’s plan, before she leaned to Janeway. “Something excites you about the thought. Therefore I will come after the training.”
Janeway said nothing but her smile deepened.
Suddenly the Forcefield at the door flickered.
“Sickbay to Captain Janeway.”
“I’m here.”
“You might have noticed that I’ve lifted the Forcefiled,” the EMH said. “You’re free to go.”
“Well done, Doctor,” Janeway said and got to her feet.
“I assume you’re willing to wait for my full report until the morning?”
You bet! Janeway grinned. “Tell me what I need to know, the rest can wait.”
“Let’s just say, that this time the secret wasn’t in the sauce, it was in the plant Mr. Neelix picked up and its symbiotic little friend. The transfer was indeed only through ingesting it. Needless to say, that the plant no longer is on the ship, nor is any of the food prepared with it.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Janeway said. “I guess we can take the mobile scanners off?”
“Yes, except Commander Chakotay and Mr. Neelix. But they can retire to their quarters if they come to me first thing in the morning.”
“I’ll let them know.”
“Oh, and Captain?”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Your marry little group will not be on duty before…” There was slight pause. “Let’s say 1000 hours. Doctor’s order. And that includes you.”
Janeway sighed. “Very well, Janeway out.” She turned around and wasn’t surprised to see her merry little group all on their feet. “You’ve heard him,” Janeway said and pulled the monitor off her temple. “Go and get some rest, I’ll see you – well later.”
B’Elanna, with the huge yawn hidden behind one hand, was the first to leave, waving over her shoulder.
Janeway turned to Seven. “I’m going to have a quick check on the Bridge, before I head to bed.”
“Would you mind if I accompany you?”
“Not at all,” Janeway answered, then after nodding to the others, she left the laboratory and walked through the Doctor’s office into Sickbay. Ensign Gilmore lay on one bed, but since she was on her side, Janeway assumed her to be sleeping rather than being sedated. Janeway glanced around and noticed the other occupants.
“They came in while we slept?”
“Yes, but unlike the others they showed no signs of any aggression, so there wasn’t a lot of commotion,” Seven replied.
Janeway nodded and after a last look over her crewmembers she left with Seven by her side.
They walked in silence towards the Turbolift, Janeway’s thoughts on the last few hours.
As the two stood facing each other in the lift, Janeway realised something else as she took in Seven’s composed posture. Chakotay had said that a partner was also a source of strength. And he was right, but Janeway had begun seeing Seven as a source of strength much earlier than he’d thought. How often had Seven’s cool and steady voice been like balm to Janeway’s nerves in the heat of a crisis?
“Captain?”
“Yes?” Janeway replied still distracted from her new insight.
“What is a source of strength?”
“You,” Janeway answered simply. “I just realised it even though Chakotay mentioned it before,” she explained. At least to herself it was clear what she meant. According to Seven’s questioning gaze it wasn’t to her.
The Turbolift stopped and the doors opened. “Later,” Janeway said and stepped out.
“Captain on the Bridge!”
“As you were.” Janeway smiled and moved to the railing. “I just had the need to come up here after being holed up for hours.” Janeway gazed to the view screen and inhaled deeply. Ironic as it was and as much as she was still encased in the metal bulk of Voyager, to be able to look out and into space made her feel free again. Janeway simply stood there for a couple of minutes with Seven slightly behind her on her left side – a silent sentinel.
Once Janeway had looked her fill, she inhaled again, before she bid the crew a good night and left – through the Conference Room and after a quick stop at the washroom.
As Janeway and Seven were in a Turbolift again, Janeway looked at Seven. “I’m feeling torn,” she said quietly. “I’m really tired but I’d love to fall asleep in your arms again.”
“I could simply leave when you are asleep and regenerate afterwards.”
Janeway smiled. “To be honest, I’m not sure I can keep my fingers to myself once you’re in my bed.”
The implant above Seven’s eye rose. “You need to sleep, you have had only-“
“Please don’t,” Janeway said. “I don’t want to know exact numbers.” She tilted her head. “That being said, I’ve had a lot of sleepless nights and they were far less enjoyable.”
Seven leaned forward and into Janeway’s space. “That might be true, but I will not have you walk around this ship like a mindless automaton because of me.”
“Who said it’s because of you?”
The implant rose even higher.
“Alright,” Janeway said slowly, not knowing if she was peeved or warmed by Seven’s attitude. “No touching you then.”
Seven straightened up again. “Then I will agree.”
“You’re harsh.”
“No, I’m the voice of reason,” Seven retorted.
Janeway laughed, then looked at Seven thoughtfully. Let’s see how reasonable you are once you’re in my grasp.
The lift stopped and Janeway and Seven walked along the quiet corridors to Janeway’s quarters.
Once there, Janeway asked the computer to set the lighting to thirty percent and went straight through to the bedroom. Like she knew she would, Seven followed Janeway. At the door Janeway got rid of her shoes, before she went to her side of the bed. Taking off the Com-Badge and the insignias, Janeway put them on the nightstand, then undid the jacket of the uniform and slipped out of it. The turtleneck was next, which she pulled over her head. As Janeway opened her eyes again, her gaze fell on Seven’s reflection in the window and her movements faltered. Janeway hadn’t even tried to be seductive, hadn’t tried to get Seven’s attention on purpose. She’d simply wanted to stretch out on the bed and see where it went from there. But now Janeway was very much aware that Seven was observing every move Janeway made.
With her heart pounding, Janeway slowly turned around, her nipples tightening under Seven’s gaze. There was no way for Janeway to hide her excitement, since Seven could read her so easily. But Janeway said nothing. Maybe if she kept silent about it, Seven wouldn’t leave and Janeway could at least fall asleep in her arms – sooner or later, depending on how much her body persisted on being touched.
Janeway swallowed, reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head. Janeway did not look at Seven as she unhooked the bra and took it off as well. Only as the fabric hit the floor, did Janeway lift her eyes to Seven’s.
Were they darker than before? It was too dim in the room and Seven too far away to say for sure. There wasn’t any body language to go by either as Seven just stood there in her statuesque-like posture.
Janeway’s hands were trembling as she undid the button on the uniform pants. When she started to pull on the zipper it got caught and nothing she tried got it released.
Then Seven was in front of her and without a word moved Janeway’s hands away, before she went to work on the zipper. It took Seven about five seconds to get it undone, but instead of backing away again, Seven briefly glanced into Janeway’s eyes. Then her hands were on Janeway’s hips and moved underneath the pants.
Overwhelmed with another rush of desire, Janeway closed her eyes. Easy there, she’s probably just being practical.
Seven pushed down the pants and like she had done yesterday, she simply took the undergarment off at the same time, then bend down to pull the clothes from Janeway’s feet.
They still hadn’t spoken a word, as Seven straightened and put her hands on Janeway’s hips, pushing her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. Grateful for the opportunity to get the weight of her not quite so stable legs, Janeway sat onto the edge, just to have Seven kneel in front of her.
Janeway couldn’t take this any longer and if Seven was adamant about not getting into anything, she had to leave – now. Janeway had just opened her mouth to tell her exactly that, when Seven turned her upper body sideways and wedged herself between Janeway’s knees.
Janeway had no breath for words as she felt her legs being spread open and in stunned silence she stared at Seven.
Seven braced herself on the mattress, leaned forward and-
“Oh dear gods!”
Seven’s warm lips had closed around one of Janeway’s nipples and her tongue began to tease it, sending a pulse of raw need from Janeway’s breast down to her legs and into her cunt. Janeway arched into Seven and moved her arms around her to pull her closer. But Seven untangled Janeway’s arms and placed her hands back onto the bed and held them there.
The protest died in Janeway’s throat as Seven sucked hard on her, before she let go and moved to the other nipple. Janeway’s fingers dug into the blanket when Seven drew this one so tightly into her mouth that it was a painful but also very much desirable sensation.
“Seven…”
Seven’s grip on Janeway’s hands tightened and the gesture made her aware of being trapped. Janeway’s pulse tripled and she let out a deep groan.
Janeway’s nipple was released and Seven straightened up, adding even more pressure onto Janeway’s hands from the weight. Janeway lowered her head, inhaling deeply for a couple of times, trying not to slip into a space the two hadn’t talked about yet.
“Kathryn.”
Janeway opened her eyes. Why would Seven use her name now?
“Do not fight.”
Janeway closed her eyes briefly, before she lifted her head a little to meet Seven’s gaze, feeling even more exposed now than she had just a couple of minutes ago. Janeway knew that her need was plainly visible in her face; her need to simply continue what Seven had consciously or just by chance started: Seven to take control. Janeway wanted Seven to keep holding her, Janeway, down while she was touched by Seven’s mouth, lips and tongue.
As if Seven had read Janeway’s mind, she leaned in and with the tip of her tongue followed the curve of Janeway’s lower lip, causing her to gasp. When Seven did the same on the upper lip, Janeway touched the underside of Sevens tongue with her own.
Seven moved her head back a little, and her look said very clearly “don’t”.
A small whimpering protest escaped Janeway’s mouth. If she wasn’t allowed to return Seven’s touches; surely she would at least let Janeway kiss her back, wouldn’t she?
Apparently not. The crested implant rose slightly, as if Seven was waiting for a reply.
Janeway swallowed and then nodded lightly, which caused Seven to lean in again. Once more her tongue traced Janeway’s upper lip and she caught herself just in time before her own tongue snuck out to rub against Seven’s. With a sigh Janeway relented and just let Seven discover her, felt her explore the outside and inside of Janeway’s lips and the corners of her mouth. Then Seven’s lips covered Janeway’s and she kissed her deeply, her tongue pushing into Janeway over and over again.
Seven let go of one of Janeway’s hands and put an arm around her, pulling her close. Janeway moaned wantonly into Seven’s mouth as she felt the delightful friction of Seven’s body against her own – not thinking, even less caring about potential stains she’d leave on the Biosuit, as Janeway pressed herself as close as possible.
But that didn’t last for long. Seven broke the kiss and looked deeply into Janeway’s eyes. Seven’s features were composed, but her heaving chest and the almost black eyes told Janeway that she was far from being as unaffected as it looked.
“Lay back,” Seven said and while she supported Janeway with the hand that was still holding onto hers, Seven pushed her backwards with the other. Once Janeway was flat on her back, Seven grasped her free hand and held it down onto the mattress.
Then Seven just looked at Janeway; looked at her laying spread open. Janeway moaned and felt herself getting even more wet simply from Seven gazing at her.
Janeway’s hips began to move without her conscious thought, thrusting and rolling softly.
Seven lowered her head and Janeway lifted hers, watching as Seven bent lower and lower until-
Janeway’s breath left her in one big whoosh as she saw and at the same time felt Seven’s tongue flick against her clit once, twice. Moaning, Janeway let her head fall back with the third lick and lifted her hips towards Seven’s mouth.
Seven moved her tongue down and slid through the folds as if seeking for something. Then Janeway felt a fleeting touch at her entrance, before it was gone again. A low hum came from Seven, then she was back, licking Janeway and the humming sound growing louder.
Janeway groaned as Seven started to push inside, probing, licking and tasting her and Janeway pulled her feet up and put them onto the edge of the bed, spreading herself even further for Seven.
Seven moved their hands onto Janeway’s stomach and grasped both of Janeway with one of hers. Before Janeway even realised what was happening, Seven’s finger replaced her tongue, pushing deeply into Janeway.
“Oh gods, yes!” Janeway thrust her pelvic against Seven’s fingers and lifted her head to look down. “Yes… Seven… yes, please!”
Seven’s gaze came up to meet Janeway’s.
“Oh fuck,” Janeway breathed as she saw the determination in Seven’s eyes. And even though Janeway’s choice of words had only been an expression, it was exactly what Seven then started; she fucked Janeway, hard and deep. Seven’s eyes locked onto Janeway and she clung to them as if they were a lifeline as she started to beg Seven not to stop.
Which Seven didn’t. But at one point she lowered her head, closed her lips around Janeway’s clit and sucked it into her warm and moist mouth. Once more Seven’s eyes came up and Janeway’s hips jerked out of control as Seven’s tongue went straight to the sensitive bundle of nerves and teased it relentlessly.
The powerful sensation of Seven’s moving fingers, her sucking mouth, her teasing tongue and her intense gaze made Janeway pull herself into a half sitting position as she came with a cry.
Sometime later Janeway was cradled in Seven’s arms, slowly returning from her height and instead becoming sleepy. There was one thing though, Janeway had to say before she’d succumb to slumber and she moved her head a little to look at Seven. “You said no touching before we came here,” Janeway whispered. “You cheated.”
Seven turned her head to face Janeway. “I did no such thing,” she replied. “I agreed to the term, that you were not to touch me, which you didn’t.”
Janeway chuckled softly. “I should’ve known better than to think you’d go against your own rules.” Then she simply looked at Seven for a heartbeat. “Thank you,” Janeway said sincerely.
A slight frown creased Seven’s forehead. “What for?”
Searching for words to describe what she was feeling, Janeway looked back and forth between Sevens eyes. “For realising what I wanted, for giving me what I needed and for giving me a taste of something I’ve missed for years.”
Seven pulled Janeway closer. “It has been my pleasure.”
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