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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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The next day was thankfully back to normal business. Everyone who had been infected with the symbiotic friend, as Janeway had dubbed it, was declared fit for duty.
The Doctor send Janeway on her way with his report in a PADD, saying that he’d much rather have her skim over it in her office instead of having to watch her eyes glaze over as he talked. There were no complaints from her on this one.
The rest of her duty shift Janeway sat on the Bridge in her chair and kept her eyes on the view screen most of the time.
Even Janeway’s evening started out pretty ordinary, her sitting in a chair, her feet propped up and a book on her lap.
Things changed however, as Seven came after her training session with B’Elanna. Janeway watched with fascination as Seven stalked through the room. At first Janeway was worried, because she could see scratches and bruises on Seven’s arms and even in her face.
Janeway stood up and went around the table. Then she saw the look in Seven’s eyes, the vitality in them. She was practically vibrating with it, hardly able to contain it.
“You’re hurt,” Janeway said.
“It is nothing to be concerned about,” Seven replied and cocked her head. “You suggested I could shower at your place after the match.”
“Be my guest.” Janeway pointed to the back of the living room.
“Will you join me?”
That had been the plan yesterday. “If you want me to,” Janeway replied.
“Yes, I do.”
“Alright,” Janeway answered but didn’t move. Something was brewing here and she wasn’t quite sure what it was. Then Seven’s gaze moved down Janeway’s body and she got a pretty good idea what was going on.
“How are you feeling after the sparring?” Janeway asked casually.
Seven’s eyes came back up to Janeway’s. “Very much alive,” she answered and moved towards Janeway. “Elated and-“ Seven stopped before Janeway.
“And very aroused,” Janeway finished the sentence.
“Yes,” Seven replied before she bent her head to kiss Janeway.
It was the second time in as many days that Seven picked Janeway up and carried her towards the bedroom, and this time Janeway didn’t stop her. Instead she began to kiss Seven’s temple and nuzzle the skin beside the crested implant.
Seven’s steps faltered, but she caught herself again and walked even faster. Soon they were in the bathroom, where Seven released her grip on Janeway. Her feet had barely touched the ground, when Janeway leaned in and traced the tip of her tongue along Seven’s jawline towards the starburst-like implant. “May I?” Janeway whispered, stopping just short of the metal.
“Yes,” Seven answered hoarsely and even turned her head to grant better access.
Janeway continued on her track, letting her tongue slide between the metal rays and as a shudder went through Seven, Janeway slipped her hands underneath the shirt and slid them onto the small of Seven’s back, right over the big brother of the implant she was teasing with her tongue.
Janeway had expected some kind of reaction but not with being pushed against the wall and Seven pinning her there, grinding against Janeway.
Seven braced herself with her lower arms against the wall above their heads and then tilted her head sideways so that the implant was right before Janeway.
Taking that as a very obvious invitation for more of the same, Janeway moved her hands onto Seven’s back, letting her fingers explore the soft skin between the metal, while at the same time she leaned in to lick once more along Seven’s jaw.
Seven arched into Janeway with a hiss, who tried to move her legs to give Seven something to move against. But Janeway had no chance.
“Back off for a second.”
Seven’s head moved and the half-lidded eyes with the dilated pupils made Janeway catch her breath.
“Why?”
“Because it might even feel better if you let me move my legs a bit,” Janeway replied.
The pressure against Janeway lessened and she altered her stance, so that their legs moved between each other as she pulled Seven close again. Janeway pressed her thigh against Seven as she trailed her fingers over the big starburst.
This time, as Seven arched into Janeway, her crotch met the offered thigh and with a low moan Seven pressed herself closer, shamelessly rubbing herself against Janeway.
Janeway moved her mouth close to Seven’s ear. “You’re so damn sexy,” Janeway whispered and traced the shell of Seven’s ear with her tongue, before dipping into it, earning a moan from Seven.
Janeway let her hands slide from Seven’s back downwards and underneath the sweatpants, discovering to her surprise and excitement that Seven wore no panties, and moved them onto the firm muscles of the buttocks, first stroking, then kneading them. Janeway was rewarded with another moan and more pressure onto her thigh.
Janeway tried to move her hand even further, to reach Seven’s clit but realised soon that she couldn’t make it or at least not for as long as she wanted.
“Captain… need you.”
“I know, Seven,” Janeway said and kissed her. “But it’s not going to work like this.”
Seven moaned again. “Then how?”
“I need access to your cunt and freedom to move.”
Seven shuddered before she leaned back and with a vicious move of her Borg-enhanced hand shredded her sweatpants.
Janeway blinked twice, then closed her mouth. Get your act together, you’re the one here who’s able to think at least a little bit right now!
“Sit,” Janeway said and pointed to a corner. “I’ll not have you crash in here.” She would never forget the sight of Seven in her unravelled state, the lascivious look in her eyes and with pieces of the torn sweatpants dangling from her body, as she moved to where Janeway wanted her.
Janeway knelt before her and without hesitation moved her fingers through Seven’s wet folds and then slid inside.
It was fast and furious, especially as Janeway took one of Seven’s hands and put it onto her pubic bone, asking Seven to touch herself. Then Janeway leaned in and kissed Seven, mimicking with her tongue what she was doing further down with her fingers.
It seemed only like a short moment, before Seven broke the kiss. “Captain…” she whispered hoarsely and stared into Janeway’s eyes. Seven’s legs clamped around Janeway’s hand and muscles began to contract around her fingers.
“You are marvellous,” Janeway murmured as Seven allowed her to see the orgasm in her eyes.
Later on, after they had showered – without any funny business – they had dinner together and then cuddled on the couch, talking and just enjoying being close to one another.
tbc
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