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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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Janeway had no recollection on how long they sat there, her crying while Seven simply held her. But eventually the tears stopped.
“Thank you,” Janeway whispered after a deep breath.
“You are welcome, even though I feel like I should be thanking you.”
Straightening up on Seven’s lap with a laugh, Janeway said: “Why, because I soaked your sweater?” She wiped her face with her hands and looked at the smeared make-up on them. “I’m a mess,” Janeway muttered.
Seven caught Janeway’s hands in her left and with the thumb of her other swept gently underneath Janeway’s eyes. “No, because despite the fact that you know what I have said about human emotions in the past, you trust me enough to be vulnerable in front of me.”
“I told you yesterday that I wouldn’t always be reasonable and sometimes even weak.”
Seven frowned slightly. “I am not sure I understand why, but despite the tears I did not perceive you as weak.” She looked back at Janeway. “Vulnerable yes, but not weak. There seems to be a distinction.”
Janeway didn’t know what to say to express her amazement, so instead she put her hands around Seven’s face and kissed her gently before she leaned her forehead against Seven’s.
Seven sighed softly, but said nothing and neither did Janeway. She was just content to sit there and have Seven close to her.
Then after a moment: “Captain?”
“Yes, Seven?”
“This is a rather pleasant view I have.”
Janeway moved her head back a little, just enough so she could look down between them. Due to her posture her blouse had opened and revealed quite a bit of cleavage. “Are you…” Janeway laughed and looked up. “Are you leering at my breasts?”
“As you have advised me to do more often, I have admired the view,” Seven stated, lifting her chin.
Janeway laughed again. “You are incorrigible.”
Seven cocked her head. “Would it be considered leering if I admired the view and at the same time tried to imagine how it would feel to touch you there?”
“Yes, I guess it would,” Janeway replied, her amusement fading a little to make room for a delicate feeling of re-kindling desire.
“Then you were right,” Seven said, her eyes moving back down. “I was leering.”
Janeway’s breath caught and her nipples hardened underneath Seven’s gaze.
“I haven’t touched you.” Seven’s eyes came up again. “And yet you react.”
The corner of Janeway’s mouth twitched. “No, you haven’t touched me. But just a moment ago, you told me that you imagined how it would feel. I take it as you wanting to touch me and therefor…” Janeway shrugged. “Anticipation.”
Seven’s eyes stayed on Janeway’s a heartbeat longer, then her gaze moved to Janeway’s mouth, then slowly down her throat.
Janeway closed her eyes as a shudder went through her. “You big tease”, she said hoarsely and lifted her lids again. “You’re doing that on purpose!”
The implant above Seven’s eye rose. “You said its part of the fun to find out what the other person likes. You seem to like anticipation.”
Janeway shook her head with a laugh. What had she gotten herself into? Then she tilted her head slightly. “Do you want to touch me?”
Seven’s smirk faded. “Yes.”
Letting go of Seven’s shoulders, Janeway reached for the buttons on her top. Slowly she opened one after the other and after the third Seven shot her a mock glare.
“Now you are the one doing it on purpose.”
Janeway tried to look innocent. “Doing what?”
“Teasing me.”
Janeway couldn’t hold back the smile anymore, but she kept also unbuttoning the blouse – just a tad faster. Seven wasn’t the only one getting a little impatient.
“All done,” Janeway said just a moment later, sounding quite a bit breathless, and shifted the blouse to the side.
Without breaking eye-contact, Seven moved her hands from Janeway’s back to her waist and then up. As her fingers brushed against her breasts, Janeway caught her breath.
“Yes!”
Seven’s eyes glittered and her fingers continued up and then across Janeway’s breasts, cupping them in her hands.
Janeway arched into the touch and as Seven’s fingers moved over her nipples, Janeway jumped slightly, causing Seven to stop immediately.
“Don’t stop!” Janeway bent down, capturing Seven’s lips for a quick kiss. “Please, don’t stop,” Janeway whispered close to her mouth.
Seven’s fingers returned to Janeway’s achingly hard nipples provoking a moan.
“Oh, yes,” Janeway breathed. “So good.”
Seven’s tongue moved across her lower lip and Janeway gasped before she covered Seven’s mouth with her own. Seven’s tongue was already waiting for Janeway’s and they kissed deeply, almost feverishly.
Janeway’s hands were around Seven’s face, stroking it, but it wasn’t enough. There was not enough of Seven to feel, to touch and Janeway began to pull at the sweater – which didn’t budge.
Janeway leaned her forehead against Seven’s. “This has to go,” Janeway said, her voice raspy and she pulled on the turtleneck again. “I need to feel you.”
Seven made quick work of it and soon the black cloth lay beside them.
With a deep sigh Janeway leaned back slightly, took in Seven’s pale skin and her lovely full breasts, which were encased by a red bra. That made Janeway smile. I guess little Anika isn’t the only one who likes red.
Seven breathed in deeply and through the fabric Janeway could see her nipples tightening.
“I am not sure… if I can stand much more of the teasing.”
Quickly Janeway looked up. “I’m sorry,” she said and touched Seven’s face. “I wasn’t teasing you on purpose, I was just appreciating you.” Taking a quick peak, before looking up again, Janeway asked: “Can we take this to bed? I want to-“ Janeway’s words died in her throat, as Seven wrapped her arms around her, pulled her close and stood up. Flinging her arms around Seven’s neck, Janeway let out an undignified yelp, then stared wide eyed at Seven, as she started towards the only door that lead deeper into Janeway’s quarters.
“Stop.” Janeway laughed, finally over her shock. “I want to get some things from the Replicator.”
Seven’s eyes scanned the room.
“How about just putting me down?”
Seven’s eyes met Janeway’s. “I’d rather not, I like having you in my arms.”
Janeway leaned in, giving Seven a soft kiss. “And I shall return there very gladly after I’ve gotten the things I want.”
“Very well,” Seven replied, letting Janeway down slowly.
“Thank you.” Janeway took one of Seven’s hands and moved over to the Replicator. Once there Janeway asked Seven to flatten her hand before she put her own against it. “I thought so,” Janeway said to herself, as she saw that Seven’s fingers weren’t much longer than her own.
“Computer, one box of medium sized latex-gloves and a bottle of lubricant No 4.”
The computer beeped and a moment later the items Janeway had asked for appeared.
Seven reached around Janeway and took the box with the gloves. Looking from it to Janeway, Seven lifted an enquiring brow – or in her case an implant.
Janeway took the lube. “Safer sex items,” she said, turning to Seven. “And yes, I know that the danger of getting SDTs is almost nil, but there are practises where you either don’t want to go from – uhm… one place to the other or were it is much more comfortable if a glove is used.”
“As in?”
Janeway sighed. “Why am I not surprised about the question?” Janeway started towards the bedroom, mostly to hide her blush. What would Seven be thinking? Too late to worry about that one, my dear. “Well, for one you don’t want to put your fingers anywhere else after you’ve had anal-play,” Janeway explained while stepping into the other room. “Then if you want to penetrate someone deeply, let’s say with more than just a finger or two…” Or four and a thumb, Janeway’s mind added. Just call it a fist, why don’t you? Janeway cleared her throat. “Sometimes the lube gets absorbed by the skin of the person doing the penetrating.” Janeway moved towards the nightstand.
“Which does not occur with the glove,” Seven concluded from the doorway.
“Right,” Janeway answered with her back to Seven and placed the lube on the nightstand.
“You are tense? Why?”
With a sigh, Janeway turned around, just slightly surprised to find that Seven was closer than she had expected. Janeway took the box Seven held out and put it beside the lube. “Because I’m feeling greedy for just wanting to be prepared,” Janeway said. “But on the other hand I’m also feeling torn. I’m worried that I’m overwhelming you and that you think I expect all of this right now, tonight…” Janeway pointed behind herself. “This isn’t supposed to mean anything for now, I just wanted to have them there.” Janeway reached out and trailed a finger along Seven’s jaw. “I so badly don’t want us to have another reason why we would have to stop.” Janeway gave her a half smile. “Even though anticipation is nice sometimes – another nice effect of the glove. You know exactly what’s going to happen when someone puts them on.”
“Sooner or later.”
Janeway nodded. “Sooner or later.” She reached for the button on her sleeve. “I believe it’s time for sooner,” Janeway said, locking eyes with Seven. After both sleeves were open, Janeway let the blouse slide down over her shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor. Her slacks were next and soon joined the blouse. Merely clad in her underwear Janeway stepped up to Seven, who hadn’t moved a muscle. Only her eyes were following Janeway.
With the tip of her finger Janeway touched first Seven’s lips, then let it trail down her chin and throat. “May I take off your pants?” Janeway asked her eyes following the finger as it went down to Seven’s chest.
“Yes.”
With a smile Janeway let the finger wander downwards to Seven’s cleavage. Janeway heard the sharp inhale, saw and felt Seven’s breasts move upwards, then the finger was off Seven’s skin and on the silken material of the bra. Just a breath later there was warm skin again and Janeway could feel the muscles of Seven’s stomach twitch underneath her finger.
Right above the waistband of her slacks Janeway stopped the downward motion and put the flat of her hand onto Seven. Slowly Janeway stepped around Seven, her hand gliding across the soft skin.
Janeway heard Seven’s intake of breath, but beside the shiver that went through her, Seven still didn’t move.
From behind her Janeway moved up close, pressing herself against Seven while her hand kept roaming Seven’s midsection, soon joined by the other hand.
Seven gasped and leaned into Janeway.
With a smile Janeway kissed Seven between the shoulder blades, then feathered kisses down the spine, before following that path with the tip of her tongue.
Seven’s head dipped forwards.
Again Janeway licked the soft protrusions on Seven’s spine, but this time she went up to the neck, before laying another trail of kisses to the shoulder that she followed with her tongue. Then Janeway started to softly nip at Seven.
Gasping, Seven shook in Janeway’s arms.
With a smile Janeway bit a little harder, teasing the skin between her teeth with her tongue.
“I… I am damaged,” Seven stated hoarsely. “I am not able to move.”
Janeway released the skin and kissed the spot she had bitten. “Are your limps feeling heavy and somehow sluggish?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry,” Janeway replied with a smile. “I have that as well sometimes, and even if my mind is hell bent on returning the touches or just responding to them, I just can’t get myself to move.” Janeway licked across the slight mark she had left.
“But… I am also leaking.”
It took her a second to figure out what Seven meant, then Janeway froze, only the fingers, that had been idly stroking Seven’s waist, dug into her flesh. “Are you…” Janeway cleared her throat. “Are you… leaking between your legs?”
“Yes.”
With a moan Janeway wrapped her arms around Seven. To know that Seven was wet with excitement sent shivers through Janeway’s body and made her realize that she was leaking as well – quite a bit.
“You’re most definitely not damaged,” Janeway said. “Just the opposite. It’s actually a sign that you’re enjoying what we’re doing. And it’s also a compliment for me.”
Janeway felt Seven’s ribcage expand. “If this is a sign of enjoyment… are you leaking as well?”
“Oh yes,” Janeway answered. “I’m rather wet myself.”
Seven turned her head and looked over her shoulder at Janeway. “If I am not damaged and you enjoy what we are doing, would you proceed, please?”
“With pleasure,” Janeway replied. “How about taking off those trousers now, since I’ve forgotten all about them?”
Seven nodded and Janeway felt her reach up. She caught Seven’s wrists. “Let me, please?”
Seven’s hands lowered again and she nodded once more.
Letting go of Seven’s hands, Janeway put hers back on Seven’s hips, before sliding them forward and slightly down until she reached the button on the waistband.
Janeway’s hands trembled with excitement as she was about to reveal even more of Seven’s wonderful body. Janeway popped open the button and then let her hands slide down and underneath the fabric of the slacks, stroking the soft and warm skin there.
Seven gasped and jerked, then her hands were on Janeway’s.
Janeway held still. “You want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then I won’t.” Janeway kissed Seven’s back.
Seven took her hands from Janeway’s, opened the zipper and started to push the slacks down. Her weight shifted from one side to the other and back again. There was soft rustle, then Seven straightened up again and covered Janeway’s hands with her own once more.
As she started to push their hands lower, Janeway closed her eyes with a moan. “Let’s get onto the bed,” she whispered.
“No more interruptions,” came Seven’s almost harsh sounding reply, the grip on Janeway’s hands tightening even though she followed Seven’s lead more than willingly.
By then Janeway realised that there wasn’t any fabric, meaning no underwear, and she bit her lower lip as they descended. Soon her fingers told her that there was no hair as well, just smooth skin. Further still, just smooth and wet skin, then copious slickness as they reached Seven’s core.
Seven shuddered and Janeway wrapped her free arm around her, not quite sure if it was for Seven’s benefit or if she needed to steady herself. Janeway was feeling light-headed as she let her fingers slide through Seven’s wet folds, familiarizing herself with Seven’s body-scape.
“You feel wonderful,” Janeway said hoarsely. “I love to touch you.”
There was no reply, just another shudder and Seven let go of Janeway’s hands, leaving Janeway more freedom to explore her.
Janeway spread her fingers and pulled them back a little, moving them towards Seven’s clit, not quite touching it, just circling around it.
Seven’s hips jerked forward, then her hand was on Janeway’s again. “There… there is a… certain spot… need…”
Janeway moved her fingers until she found the clit. “That spot?”
Seven’s knees buckled and steadied again. “Yes! Right there… please!”
Tightening her grip around Seven’s midriff, Janeway focused her attention on where Seven wanted her to and began to caress the clit, circling right over its small hood.
Shaking in the embrace, Seven covered Janeway’s arm with both of her own, her fingers searching for Janeway’s, squeezing them so tightly as she found them that Janeway was glad it wasn’t the hand with the exoskeleton grasping them.
Janeway dipped her finger lower, moving it through Seven’s folds to gather some moisture before she returned to the swollen bundle of nerves to stroke it again.
Seven’s hips began to trust forwards, pushing against the hand that was pleasuring her and Janeway quickened her movements, murmuring softly about how good Seven felt and how much she enjoyed touching her.
There was a low drawn-out moan, then Seven was as tight as a bow – just before she went utterly limp, the sudden weight pulling heavily on Janeway.
It wasn’t the most graceful way how they ended up on the floor, but Janeway did manage to keep Seven from simply falling down.
Once more Janeway embraced Seven from behind – to many limp limbs to deal with otherwise – and just held her, her face laying against Seven’s back, while she waited for Seven’s breath to return to normal.
tbc
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