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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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Sometime later the two were on the bed, with a box of gloves, the lube and a towel beside them. Another towel was spread underneath Janeway and her head was propped up by pillows.
Seven, who had just meticulously caressed almost every square inch of Janeway’s body, reached for a glove and pulled it over her hand.
Janeway watched every wriggle of Seven’s fingers inside the latex and inhaled deeply. That is the hand that is about to be inside of me, she thought.
Apparently Seven had heard Janeway and looked over, her hands still extended before her. It took Janeway a moment to tear her eyes off the hand and return Seven’s gaze.
“Please don’t mind me admiring your sex- sexy hands,” Janeway said.
Seven narrowed her eyes, then stretched out beside Janeway. “Is hand really what you meant to say?” She asked, casually trailing her fingers over Janeway’s arm.
With a smile Janeway told the truth: “No, it wasn’t.”
“What was it then?”
“Something like sex organ.”
Seven’s finger stilled and her face turned slowly towards Janeway.
“Damn it,” Janeway said with a soft laugh. “I should have known that would throw you off.” She took Seven’s hand and held it up between their faces. “You use this to touch and arouse me,” Janeway said. “You penetrate me with it regularly and quite nicely, I might add. What would you call it?”
“A multifunctional instrument,” Seven replied without missing a beat.
Janeway shook her head with a snort. “Of course you would.”
“Sex organ is imprecise but I understand your meaning.”
“Really? Let me demonstrate the difference between a multifunctional instrument and a sex organ.” With the tip of her finger, Janeway began to softly caress Seven’s gloved finger, becoming rather quickly annoyed with the folds the latex created. With a quick move, Janeway tore the glove off and tossed it to the side. Then she started again and trailed her finger over Seven’s digits a few times, before she slowly moved it down onto and across the palm. Janeway smiled as a finger twitched and gave Seven a quick glance.
Full impact, round one to Janeway.
Janeway pulled Seven’s hand closer and repeated with her tongue what she had done before, first concentrating on the fingers, then letting the tip of her tongue slide across the palm. This time several of Seven’s fingers twitched.
Full impact, round two to Janeway.
Janeway didn’t look up as she licked her way up the fingers again, taking the tips of the index and middle finger carefully between her teeth, holding them there while she let her tongue slide around the sensitive tips.
Now for the final round, Janeway thought and lifted her gaze to watch Seven as she released the fingers from between her teeth and then pushed them inside her mouth, pulled them almost all the way out, before pushing them back in even deeper.
Seven’s eyes widened and a soft noise escaped her lips as she caught her breath.
Full impact, final round to-
Seven, apparently over her initial surprise, took over and pulled her hand back a bit and began to explore Janeway’s lip; following its contour, then dipping in slightly to caress the inside.
“Consider your demonstration a success,” Seven said and pushed her fingers inside Janeway’s mouth.
Janeway inhaled deeply through the nose and closed her eyes as Seven began to move her fingers like she had done in Janeway’s cunt many times before.
“It’s a double-edged sword, though, isn’t it?”
Seven’s low voice was closer and Janeway opened her eyes to look at her.
“Who is arousing who?” Seven’s gaze shifted from her moving fingers to Janeway’s eyes. “We are both competitive personalities, sometimes trying to gain the upper hand. But whereas I am often compelled to do so, I don’t want to compete with you at this moment,” she said and pulled her fingers out. “I feel even less compelled when I recall how we came to this moment.” Seven leaned in and kissed Janeway softly. “I want to make love with you.”
“I guess my demonstration got a little out of hand.” Janeway reached up and touched Seven’s face. “But actually I don’t want to compete either.”
Without another word Seven pushed herself up and took a new glove.
Janeway sat up as well. “Let me, please.”
Seven gave her a sceptical look and Janeway shook her head. “No contest, I promise. Just… just getting back into the mood.”
There was no hesitation as Seven handed over the glove. Janeway took it and spread it open before she held it out for Seven, who slid her hand into the latex. Once she was inside, Janeway let go and carefully arranged each finger so that there were no uncomfortable wrinkles.
After she had finished, Janeway formed Seven’s hand into a fist and curled her own around it before she lifted her eyes to Seven. “I…” Janeway swallowed. “I might be saying a lot of things, you know, once you’ve started because of the intensity,” she said and lowered her gaze as her heart was suddenly in her throat. “But there is one thing I want to tell you while my brain is still functioning.” Janeway looked up. “I love you.”
Seven’s eyes lit up and with a dazzling smile she bent her head to Janeway. “I believe I return the sentiment.”
Even if the words hadn’t been enough to steal Janeway’s breath, the kiss that followed certainly did the trick. Janeway was flat on her back, Seven laying half on top of her, when Seven finally broke the kiss.
For a moment they simply looked at each other, both breathing hard, then they simultaneously started to smile.
Seven shifted and lay down beside Janeway. Lifting her gloved hand, she put it onto Janeway’s sternum and then moved it down – straight down, no deviation – and Janeway spread her legs for Seven.
The implant above Seven’s eye moved up as she found Janeway quiet wet, and the gasp turned into a soft laugh as Janeway saw her surprise.
“Yes,” Janeway said, “I’m ready for you.”
“So it seems,” Seven replied and with two fingers moved slowly inside.
Slow was the operative word for what followed, as Seven began the process of opening Janeway up so very gently. Her patience in itself had Janeway almost sobbing and by the time the widest part of Seven’s hand was inside, the tears were running.
Seven stilled instantly and Janeway took a couple of deep breaths.
“You’re not hurting me,” Janeway whispered with a shaky smile. “I’m just feeling stretched in a really good way.” She reached down and took hold of Seven’s free hand, squeezing tightly. “It feels amazing.”
Seven nodded then turned her head to look down. “It is remarkable,” she agreed and started to twist her hand again, sending cascades of shivers down Janeway’s spine, as the knuckles brushed her inner walls.
Clasping the other hand even harder, Janeway gulped down some air before she breathed out and out and – Seven slid in.
Even through her own emotional and physical reactions Janeway did notice Sevens astonishment and she would never forget how Seven looked down to where her hand disappeared inside and then up again.
“I am inside of you!”
“Yes,” Janeway whispered. “Yes, you are.”
“You let me in.”
“And I intend to keep you there for a little while,” Janeway said and flexed the muscles inside.
Seven’s eyes grew even wider and her head swivelled back and forth. “I… I require assistance; I do not know how to proceed.”
As it was most of the times, to Janeway the speech-pattern was an indicator about Seven’s state of mind, and she let go of Seven’s hand to caress her face softly. “Just being with me for a moment, without doing anything would be lovely.”
Seven nodded. “I can do that.”
“I know.” Janeway smiled. “You could put your head on my stomach and even close your eyes.”
“I would not be able to see you anymore.”
“No, but you’d still feel me,” Janeway replied. “Try it?”
Seven looked for a heartbeat or two at Janeway, then sighed and lowered her head onto Janeway’s stomach. Even though Seven’s body-control was above average, Janeway still felt her move inside and inhaled deeply. Which caused Seven to tense and Janeway quickly put a hand on her head.
“Stay, please,” Janeway said softly, and following an inspiration she undid Seven’s hair. Janeway smiled as the soft tresses flowed onto her skin and she began to stroke Seven’s neck. It only took a couple of minutes until she could feel Seven relax and mould herself against Janeway’s body.
Janeway closed her eyes and focused on herself and how marvellous full Seven made her feel. This time it wasn’t intentionally that her cunt closed around the hand inside of her.
“This is indescribable,” Seven murmured. “Your muscles are quite strong.”
“Yes, they are,” Janeway replied and flexed them for a moment before easing up again.
Janeway had no idea what exactly Seven did, but suddenly she felt even more filled for a second or two, and with a hum she took a deep breath.
Seven lifted her head and looked at Janeway. “Please tell me if I am doing something wrong.”
“I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable.”
Obviously satisfied with the answer, Seven scooted a little further down, and then her inquisitive side took over. At first her movements were very tentative but she grew more and more confident in her explorations. Soon Janeway had the feeling that Seven hadn’t left a square-millimetre untouched inside of her.
Janeway had this moment before, were she had felt as if Seven would reach all the way up inside of her but it had been far from the intensity it had now and Janeway quite literally couldn’t breathe. It was at the same time unbelievable fulfilling but also rather scary, almost as if Seven had her whole arm inside of Janeway instead of “just” her fist.
Seven eased off and Janeway inhaled deeply a couple of times.
“You stopped breathing. Why?”
“Not sure,” Janeway gasped. “Intense… a bit scary… feel you up to here.” She put a hand on her sternum.
Seven lifted the implant above her eye. “I assure you-“
Janeway laughed breathlessly. “I know it’s not possible, but it still feels like it.”
“Would you rather have me not repeat it?”
Janeway swallowed. It did feel wonderful and not only scary. “Please do it again,” Janeway said and reached out. “Hold my hand?”
Seven shifted slightly and then took Janeway’s hand. “I will proceed, if you are ready.”
Janeway nodded.
Seven’s push was subtle at first, almost not noticeable, but the pressure grew and shoved something like a compression wave up through Janeway’s core.
Then Seven twisted her hand and a jolt of such pure hot passion shot through Janeway’s whole body, that it had her on her elbows instantly.
“Again… please… oh-“
Another turn of Seven’s hand.
“Yes!” Janeway pushed her pelvic hard against Seven’s fist. “Please… Seven…” she gasped. “Gods, please don’t stop!”
Another jolt buzzed through Janeway and her thrusts became harder, more erratic and she began to beg in earnest for Seven not to stop, to do anything but stop because she’d surely die otherwise.
Janeway could see Seven’s lips move, but didn’t hear a word. And Janeway didn’t care, since Seven didn’t stop what she was doing.
The pauses between the jolts became shorter and shorter until it was one long buzz and Janeway was certain, she would die because Seven hadn’t stopped.
Then the world turned upside down and Janeway felt like she hung in suspension for a moment before she finally orgasmed.
Janeway came to, crying and babbling and Seven trying to comfort her while still being inside of her.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” Janeway whispered through tears, which probably wasn’t all that different from what she had said just seconds before.
“Are you able to instruct me on how to get out of you without tearing you apart?” Seven asked while stroking Janeway’s face.
Janeway blinked in confusion but then remembered. “There’s probably a vacuum. Just push inside with another finger.”
Seven did exactly that and then oh-so-slowly started to withdraw her hand – which caused all sorts of mixed emotions on Janeway’s part, reaching from a sense of loss to relieve. The latter only due to the fact that as soon as Seven’s hand was out Seven came up to Janeway and embraced her.
Janeway pulled on the shirt, the one she had insisted that Seven put it on before they started, and said: “Please take it off.”
Seven followed Janeway’s wish without a word, then came back and wrapped her once more into her arms.
Once Janeway felt Seven’s warm skin against her own, she sighed contentedly. “Better, thank you,” Janeway said and moved as close to Seven as she could.
“I share your desire for closeness and it does feel better without anything between us.”
“Yes.” There was nothing more Janeway had to add for the time being and she simply enjoyed the aftermath of their encounter, now that she was able to without the emotional overload.
After a while Janeway felt Seven shift and opened her eyes. Seven had lifted her hand turning it in the air while flexing the fingers.
Janeway watched for a moment, then asked what Seven was thinking about.
“Even though I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I’ve felt you all around me… yet, I still find it hard to believe that this hand was inside of you.”
“I imagine it feels incredible.”
Seven’s hand stilled. “Have you never done it yourself?”
“No, I’ve only been on the receiving side a few times,” Janeway answered.
“Would you like to?”
Janeway smiled. “I’d love to.”
“Then I suggest you put it on your list of the things you want to explore with me.”
Janeway shifted so that she could look at Seven. “If that’s something you’d also like to try, yes, I’ll write it down.”
“I would.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Janeway said.
“Afterwards you will have to tell me, if you had the same desire to wrap your whole body around me while you were inside of me.”
“That’s a wonderful thought. Is that how you felt?”
“Yes,” Seven replied. “I have yet to find a position to achieve that where neither of us will get hurt. A broken wrist wouldn’t be advisable in such a moment and not of much use.”
“I agree!” Janeway said with mock horror, then smiled softly. “I’ll let you know how it was for me.” She reached for Seven’s hand and pulled it to her mouth. “What I can tell you right now, is that you felt wonderful.” Janeway placed a kiss on the hand. “Is there anything I can do for you, now that I have my wiz back?”
Seven tucked on Janeway’s hand and Janeway moved to let her have it. Seven kissed each knuckle before she looked at Janeway. “No, I don’t want to distract myself and – how would you phrase it? Stay in the mood?”
Janeway nodded with a smile. “Sounds about right and I’m fine with that too.”
Which is how they spent the rest of the evening or rather a part of the night, cuddling and talking before Janeway finally fell asleep.
tbc
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