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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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Seven sighed deeply. “Captain?”
“Yes, Seven?”
“Will I ever be able to move again?”
Janeway laughed softly. “Sooner or later.”
“I would rather have it sooner, so I will be able to touch you as well.”
Janeway kissed Seven’s shoulder. “Why don’t you just enjoy the aftermath?”
There was another sigh, then: “Captain?”
Janeway smiled. “Yes, Seven?”
“Is it always over that quickly?”
That made Janeway chuckle. “We actually use the word quickie if it has to be – well, quick,” she said. “But no, it’s not always over that fast. You can draw it out for quite a while, even hours.”
Seven’s head swivelled towards Janeway, the blue eyes wide as she looked over her shoulder at Janeway. “Hours? I am not sure I could endure that for hours.”
Instead of replying anything, Janeway loosened the embrace and let the fingers of one hand trail along Seven’s neck and over her shoulder, then back again. “How about that?” Janeway asked and smiled as Seven’s head dipped sideways to offer her neck to Janeway’s fingers.
“I like that.”
Janeway continued to stroke Seven. “Do you believe you could enjoy that for a while?”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“I believe, I could,” Seven answered.
“Are you already able to move up onto the bed? We’d be more comfortable there.”
Seven looked at Janeway. “What about you? Would you not like to have at least a – quickie?”
Janeway laughed. “Quick study,” she said, still smiling. “And thank you, but I am honestly quite content with what I’m doing.” Janeway’s fingers moved along Seven’s neck. “My time will come.”
Seven’s tiny smile appeared. “Sooner or later.”
Janeway laughed again. “Sooner or later.”
“Then I will comply.”
Taking her hand back, Janeway’s fingers brushed against the strap of Seven’s bra. “You want to take this off?”
Seven reached up, unhooked the bra and took it off, before getting to her feet.
Following suit, Janeway got up and took off the last of her clothes. Stepping around Seven, she climbed onto the bed and kneeled in the middle of it, holding out a hand towards Seven. “Come,” Janeway said, letting her gaze roam freely over Seven’s delightful figure, with the generous breasts and the swell of hips, leading down to long, long legs.
“How… where should I go?”
Janeway realised that Seven was even less used to laying down than she was to sitting, and that had taken her quite a while to get comfortable with. “That would depend on where you want me to touch you,” Janeway replied. “If you are on your stomach, I can reach your back, if you’re on your back, I’d be able to touch the front. When you are on your side-“
“You will be able to reach both,” Sven finished and moved onto the bed.
“Right,” Janeway murmured as she watched Seven trying to sort lanky arms and legs and where to put them – without much success.
“May I make a suggestion?” Janeway asked after a moment.
“Please do.”
“Just lay on your stomach for now, and later we can change if you want to.” Janeway had the feeling that right now Seven wouldn’t fare much better laying on her back.
“That is acceptable.” Seven turned around.
“If I am laying on my stomach, I put my arms up to my head and use them like a pillow.”
Seven followed the direction and Janeway moved closer to her.
“Alright there?”
“Yes.”
Janeway’s gaze moved over Seven’s face to her hair. “Would you mind if I open your hair?”
“No, but it would be more efficient if I do it myself,” Seven replied and moved up on her elbows. With a few practiced moves she had the clips out and then shook her head slightly, freeing her hair.
Janeway reached out and into the blond tresses and let them run through her fingers, combing them out. Seven turned her head to Janeway, who had rarely seen Seven with her hair undone – except a few errand strands while playing Velocity – and so Janeway just looked at Seven, her fingers moving through the hair to her neck.
“What is it?” Seven asked after a moment.
“Nothing,” Janeway answered with a soft smile. “I simply enjoy looking at you. I could – and have done so – for hours.”
“When I regenerate?”
Janeway stopped the caress and lowered her gaze. “Yes,” she admitted before looking back up.
“That night, after I overloaded my cortical implant, you were there to look at me.” It wasn’t a question.
Janeway nodded. “Yes, that was when I realised that I had deeper feelings for you.”
There it was again, that brilliant smile, which made Janeway’s heart thud. And with that exact smile on her face, Seven put her head down again.
“Please proceed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Janeway laughed softly and by reflex reached out to push the hair away from Seven’s eyes. Then Janeway stretched out beside Seven, leaning on one elbow, before she began to lazily create random patterns with her fingers across Seven’s upper back, shoulders and arms. Sometimes Janeway only used one finger, then all and sometimes she used her fingernails to softly scratch the skin. Janeway did that for quite a while, just savouring the fact that she was able to touch Seven.
After a while Janeway started to move a little lower on Seven’s back on each downward stroke, inching her way slowly closer to the big starburst-like implant.
While Seven had been relaxed the whole time, Janeway could now feel the muscles twitch underneath her fingers, and the lower Janeway went the harder Seven’s breathing got.
Since Janeway wasn’t sure how Seven would react to having the implant touched and since she had no intention of creating another awkward moment, Janeway sat up, braced herself on either side of Seven on the bed, and began to kiss and lick the upper back, biting her softly every once in a while.
As Janeway was trailing the path of kisses on Seven’s left arm with her tongue, she heard a soft gasp and tilted her head slightly, just to find Seven watching her. Keeping her eyes on Seven’s, Janeway licked her once more. Seven’s gaze followed Janeway’s movement and there was another hitch in her breath before her eyes came back to Janeway.
Janeway had always enjoyed witnessing the subtle signs of arousal, to see and feel the twitching and moving of limps, to hear the change in breathing, or to smell the scent of excitement grow heavy. All those signals heightened her own desire. But seeing passion reflected in the eyes looking back at her was quite a different matter altogether.
Suddenly Janeway was very aware of the blood pulsing between her own legs and the wetness that had gathered there. To keep herself from groaning out loud, Janeway bit into Seven’s arm.
Seven caught her breath. Before she knew it, Janeway moved in, trying to kiss Seven deeply – which was only a substitute for what she wanted to do with her fingers a little further down Seven’s body.
Seven accommodated Janeway nicely by rolling onto her back. Janeway followed the move, capturing Seven’s mouth in a searing kiss, trusting her tongue between her lips. Seven returned the kiss with the same urgency and Janeway shifted her weight so she could touch Seven again. Janeway’s caresses weren’t as light and playful as before though, she had a certain goal in mind – with just a little detour. On her way down Seven’s torso, Janeway’s hand brushed against the side of Seven’s breast and she realised that she had as of yet not paid any attention to them. It was high time to rectify that, even more so since Janeway could feel Seven react to the light touch.
Janeway lifted her head, flicked her tongue across Seven’s lower lip and then watched Seven’s face as she let her fingers trail across her breast. As Seven closed her eyes and arched her back, Janeway scooted further down and bent her head over Seven. Janeway circled the already hard nipple once, twice, before licking right over it, causing Seven to gasp, then Janeway pulled the erect nub into her mouth. Cupping Seven’s breast, Janeway started to suck on the nipple – hard.
Seven jerked underneath her and Janeway reminded herself that she had to take it slow, that this was all new to Seven. As Janeway noticed that she was sucking harder and not less, she released the nipple from her mouth. Breathing hard, Janeway lifted her head to look at Seven. “I’m trying to be patient, to not overwhelm you, but…” Janeway said, her voice low and raspy. “I want you so badly. I feel half-crazed…”
Seven moved up onto one elbow and with her free hand reached behind Janeway. “I do not want your patience,” Seven said, laying her hand on Janeway’s neck. “I enjoy your half-crazed touches thoroughly and I wish you to continue.”
Janeway blinked a couple of times, trying to comprehend what Seven was saying.
Lifting the implant above her eye, Seven said: “If you require proof of my enjoyment, you will find copious amounts of wetness between my legs.”
This time it was Janeway’s own breath that hitched and a shiver went down her spine, while her fingers twitched as if remembering how it had felt to move through Seven’s silken wetness.
Janeway hadn’t needed the slight pull on her neck to get her moving, to bend over Seven and latch once more onto the nipple, sucking it into her mouth. This time however, Janeway cupped both breasts in her hands and while she played with one nipple in her mouth, she teased the other with her fingers; stroking or circling it, before pinching it lightly.
Seven’s grip on Janeway’s neck loosened and she fell back onto the bed with a low moan.
From behind her, Janeway heard soft rustling and imagined Seven’s legs moving restlessly, maybe trying to create some kind of friction?
Janeway groaned and released the nipple from her mouth, just to attack the other one with even more vigour, teasing and nipping at it with her teeth.
Meanwhile Janeway moved her hand slowly but inexorably down – no more deviations. Once Janeway had reached Seven’s pubic bone, she let go of the nipple, so there wouldn’t be a chance of accidently hurting Seven because-
“Oh my god!” Janeway moaned with delight, as her fingers slipped lower and into the moisture, which covered Seven’s sex. There was so much of it, that her fingers were coated with it in no time at all.
Straightening up, Janeway brought her fingers up before herself. Janeway inhaled deeply the musky scent of Seven’s lust as she moved the glistening digits, watching the light being reflected in them. Then Janeway reached out and painted first one nipple, then the other with Seven’s essence.
“Remember how I spoke of tasting you earlier in the Mess Hall?” Janeway asked, already bending down again.
There was a very slight nod.
“That phrase usually doesn’t refer to the mouth, or at least not only,” Janeway said huskily and drew her flat tongue across one nipple, closing her eyes as Seven’s taste flooded her mouth and Janeway hummed with pleasure. “Deliciously musky… very sexy.” Janeway looked up to Seven as she moved to the other nipple. Seven had lifted her head and watched Janeway with burning intensity.
Janeway moved back a little, so she was able to keep eye-contact as she sucked lightly on the puckered nipple, this time much more interested in savouring the flavour rather than eliciting any sensation. Janeway wanted more and where else would she get more than right from the source?
Letting go of the nipple, Janeway kissed and licked her way down Seven’s sternum, then her stomach and – after scooting down some more – her pubic bone, which Janeway peppered with kisses.
Seven’s legs were restless again but open wide enough for Janeway to get between them. Here the air was heavy with Seven’s sexy scent and Janeway breathed in deeply, before she lowered herself from all fours down onto her stomach. Wrapping her left arm around Seven’s thigh, Janeway looked at the wet glistening sex, with the reddish labia and the swollen clit in its hood. Janeway noticed the minute twitch beneath her gaze and knew that the muscles inside Seven were clenching, as if trying to hold on to something.
Leaning in, Janeway dragged the flat of her tongue slowly across the vulva – causing Seven to jolt – before she pressed her mouth to Seven. With closed eyes, Janeway let her tongue explore the folds, until she slipped between the inner lips and pushed into Seven, penetrating her as deeply as she could. Who are you trying to kid here? The time for pleasantries is over. You are fucking her! With a groan, Janeway tried to get even deeper, filling her mouth with Seven and drinking her in.
Unfortunately Janeway couldn’t keep that up forever and once her mouth threatened to cramp, she replaced her tongue with a finger. Even in her half-crazed state of mind, Janeway remembered to take it down a notch, stopping her finger right at the entrance. Lifting her head, Janeway’s gaze swept over Seven’s shuddering form up to her face. Janeway wasn’t surprised to find Seven watching her.
“Please let me know if I’m hurting you,” Janeway said.
“So far you… have not,” came the low reply.
“This might hurt for a moment.”
Seven gave a curt nod. “I will comply.”
With a soft smile, Janeway kissed Seven’s thigh, before she moved her eyes back to where her finger was resting. Bending it just a little, Janeway let the first digit slid inside Seven. Wet and warm walls greeted her finger and Janeway eased in a bit further. The muscles tightened and Janeway looked up.
Seven was up on her elbows, her face an expression of contemplation as she looked down herself. She noticed Janeway’s look and said: “I… I feel the urge to… squeeze something.”
Again the muscles tightened and Janeway’s gaze flickered down.
“But this is not… sufficient.”
Janeway’s eyes shot up to Seven’s and she lifted an enquiring eyebrow. “Are you asking for more of this?” Janeway moved a finger.
Seven gasped, then nodded. “In essence, yes.”
Janeway cleared her throat, supressing a smile, as she tried to put the question in terms Seven would understand right away. “Clarify ‘more’, please. More as in wanting more of my finger inside or more width?”
Seven pondered that briefly and then said: “Either one would be acceptable, but both would be preferable.”
Janeway couldn’t hold back the smile anymore. “I will comply,” she replied and pulled back the finger so it could be joined by another one. With two fingers Janeway gathered some of the moisture, before she slowly started to push them back inside of Seven, turning them slightly from side to side as they moved deeper.
The muscles around Janeway’s fingers tightened, then Seven’s hips jerked upwards, almost dislodging Janeway’s digits.
Janeway looked up but saw no sign of discomfort in Seven’s face, so she slid her fingers deeper inside again and started a slow rhythm of pushing and pulling.
Seven’s head fell back and her hips undulated, moving against Janeway’s hand. Janeway held her breath when there was particular hard thrust, but there was no sudden barrier. Being able to match Seven’s increasingly urgent moves left Janeway with some relief – and an appetite for more.
Releasing Seven’s thigh from her arm, Janeway moved up on her knees. She braced herself with her free hand on the bed and locking eyes with Seven, Janeway did what she had done before with her tongue: She fucked Seven with all the build-up desire inside of her.
Seven’s eyes widened and then her hips lifted of the bed, giving Janeway an even better angle.
“Perfect!” Even to her own ears, Janeway sounded almost like she was growling. Janeway bent her head, went straight for Seven’s clit and teased it with her tongue.
Janeway heard Seven catch her breath and then the muscles that had been so tight around Janeway’s fingers receded, leaving her a lot of room to move.
Seven went completely still, did not even breath anymore, and in the silence the wet noises of the fingers moving inside Seven’s cunt were loud in Janeway’s ears – and much of a turn-on. Not that Janeway needed any more; the way Seven reacted to Janeway’s touches did plenty of that, not to mention her taste and scent.
There was a tearing sound, then a suppressed groan. Seven’s hips jolted and her muscles clamped tightly around Janeway’s fingers. Janeway hummed with pleasure and satisfaction as Seven’s movements grew even more erratic. The muscles inside of Seven started contracting rhythmically, right before she went limp and slumped back onto the mattress.
Janeway licked her lips, savouring Seven’s taste and slowed the movements of her fingers, finally letting them just rest while still inside of Seven. Janeway took in the sight before her and how Seven’s chest heaved, while her legs and arms looked utterly lifeless – even the Borg-enhanced hand that had shredded the lining of the bed. Now Janeway knew what the sound had been before, and a small but very pleased smile stole into her face.
Seven inhaled deeply, but otherwise didn’t move.
Wanting to get closer to Seven, Janeway carefully pulled her fingers out – smiling as a shudder went through Seven – wiped them carelessly on the linen, before she moved up and stretched out beside Seven.
Janeway had to bite back a groan as she noticed just how wet she was, and that the friction her closed legs created did not ease her mind, not at all.
Seven’s arm came up from behind Janeway, landing on her side just a tad heavy-handed, then Seven pulled her closer or at least tried to. Janeway followed the unspoken request willingly, moving her leg up and onto Seven.
Just a bit closer and you could rub yourself against her hip. Janeway moaned softly and suddenly just couldn’t stand it any longer. She moved her hand between her legs, bucking her hips involuntarily as she touched her wet clit.
Seven shifted slightly. “What are you doing?”
Janeway’s breath caught as another jolt ran through her. “Touching myself,” she replied hoarsely, leaning closer to Seven.
“Stop it!”
Janeway frowned. “What?”
“Comply!”
“Why-“
Janeway had no idea how it happened, but the next moment she was on her back with an irate looking Seven sitting on top of her, holding Janeway’s hands firmly down above her head.
“Seven… what the hell?”
“You have denied twice my offer to touch you, I will not be denied again!”
“I’m not denying you anything,” Janeway said, still flustered.
“Then why are you touching yourself?”
Janeway took a deep breath as she noticed that she was also starting to feel rather frustrated. “Please, let go of my hands.”
Seven stared intensely into Janeway’s eyes, then let go of her hands.
After another inhale, Janeway finally reached up and framed Seven’s face with her hands. “I did that, because I feel like I’m going to implode if I’m not touched.”
“Then you will not object to me touching you and learning every square centimetre of your body?”
Janeway shook her head slightly. “Not at all.” She smiled crookedly. “I might object if you take too long, though.”
The implant above Seven’s eyes lifted. “Explain.”
“I’m out of patience.”
Seven’s chin jutted forward slightly. “You might be out of patience, but I am not.”
At that point Janeway realised something about Seven as a lover: patience mixed with her controlled, meticulous Borg-efficiency.
“Oh my gods,” Janeway breathed. Her hands were suddenly without an ounce of strength so she let them sink down Seven’s face and then her arms. Janeway cleared her throat. “Seven… I’m already half out of my mind.”
Again the implant lifted. “If you are only half out of your mind, there is still room for more.”
Janeway’s fingers dug into Seven’s arms and a part of her was like ohmygodohpleaseyesohmygod but there was also the part of her that was simply done with waiting. Janeway inhaled deeply. “There will be times when I’d love you to do just that, to drive me crazy with your touches and to ignore my pleading…” Janeway said hoarsely.
“But this is not the time?” Seven’s voice had perceptibly softened.
Janeway just shook her head.
“What do you wish me to do?”
Relieve flooded Janeway. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Seven inclined her head slightly but said nothing else and didn’t move. Then her implant lifted. “I do require your assistance. I don’t know what you want.”
“Sorry.” Janeway rubbed her face and took another deep breath, trying to gather her scrambled thoughts before she looked up at Seven again. “You could start with kissing me and then just-“ Janeway shrugged as much as she was able to, “fuck me.”
Seven’s implant practically jumped into her hairline. “Fuck? I thought this to be a rather crude and vulgar phrase that isn’t really used.”
Janeway couldn’t help it, she had to laugh. Lifting a hand and putting it on Seven’s neck, Janeway said: “It’s more in usage than people want to admit. And right now it’s the short version of: I am really desperate and I need your fingers deep inside of my cunt.”
The corner of Seven’s mouth twitched. “In this case fuck is crude, but efficient.”
“Sometimes it’s also very sexy.” Janeway held up her other hand with the index and middle finger pointing out. “Two should be sufficient.”
Another twitch. “Understood,” Seven said and lowered her head
Janeway could have cried with relief as Seven’s tongue slid without preamble between her own lips. Janeway wasn’t even bothered with the hair that slipped in as well – not too much anyway. Moving her hand, Janeway pulled it out, causing Seven to lift her head.
“I take it, that having hair in your mouth while kissing isn’t desirable,” Seven stated, shifting her weight off Janeway and laying down beside her.
“No, you don’t want hair in your food and certainly not in your mouth while kissing.”
“Noted,” Seven said and bent her head down again. “Assist me. My free hand is otherwise occupied.”
Janeway frowned, but then felt Seven’s hand on her hip and jolted slightly, partly because of the unexpectedness and partly simply because of finally being touched.
“Please,” Janeway whispered, looking beseechingly at Seven.
“Hair.”
Hair? Oh, her hair. Janeway hurriedly reached up and brushed Seven’s hair behind her ears, whereupon Seven promptly lowered her mouth back onto Janeway’s, while at the same time her hand moved from Janeway’s hip across her stomach. Seven’s tongue, which slipped between her lips, kept Janeway from whimpering, but as the fingers went lower and to where she so desperately needed them, Janeway moaned into Seven’s mouth and spread her legs further for the exploring fingers.
Lifting her head, Seven looked at Janeway. “Now I understand what you meant before,” she said with a low voice. “It is a pleasurable sensation.”
“It is on this end as well.” Janeway smiled.
Janeway’s smile faded as Seven’s hand was suddenly gone. “No-“ The words stuck in Janeway’s throat as Seven turned her head slightly to look at her glistening fingers. Her eyes returned to Janeway’s, then Seven slowly licked the length of her fingers
Janeway groaned and followed Seven’s tongue with her eyes, swallowing the sudden flood in her mouth.
“Contrary to most of the meals in the Mess Hall, this is a flavour I could easily get accustomed to.”
Janeway’s gaze shifted briefly to Seven’s eyes, but went straight back to her mouth as she saw the tongue flicking out again. With a gasp, Janeway lifted her head and dragged her own tongue over the fingers, tasting herself on them.
Seven’s eyes flashed and Janeway slipped between the fingers, touching Seven’s tongue with her own, just to retreat and meet hers somewhere else again.
The two played like that for a moment, but soon the fingers were forgotten and they simply kissed languidly.
Janeway was reminded of the fingers however, as Seven placed them on Janeway’s stomach and then moved them lower, soon sliding through the wetness once more.
Janeway’s hips snapped towards Seven’s touch on their own accord and she let her head fall back onto the mattress. “Yes, please!” Janeway panted, pulling Seven’s head down to her. “Please,” she whispered against Seven’s mouth.
Seven’s fingers were now right at Janeway’s entrance, but instead of kissing her, as Janeway had expected, Seven lifted her head slightly until she could look into Janeway’s eyes. Her heart racing, Janeway returned the gaze and bit her lower lip as she felt Seven slowly pushing into her.
Janeway was tempted to simply close her eyes and concentrate on how marvellous it felt to have Seven inside of her, but there was something in Seven’s eyes that kept Janeway looking right back at her. Janeway couldn’t even pinpoint it, since the expression shifted constantly. One moment Seven’s eyes seemed to appear curious, then passionate, the next moment it seemed to be – tenderness?
Janeway blinked, and then gasped as Seven’s exploring fingers pulled back and grazed Janeway’s g-spot. Seven of course wouldn’t be Seven, if she hadn’t noticed and went straight back to investigate – turning Janeway very quickly into a shaking, gibberish-mumbling pile of bones, which had no control at all over jerking muscles or singing nerve-endings. Janeway could only stare up at Seven, as she lifted, no, shoved Janeway higher and higher towards the apex.
Then Seven let go of that spot and started to push and pull her fingers inside Janeway in a steady rhythm.
The different sensation gave Janeway the opportunity to get her breath back, even though it still felt amazingly good, just not as wild.
Or so Janeway believed until Seven found her clit, causing Janeway to jerk, catapulting her right back up to the peak.
“Oh my god…!” Janeway could almost taste the orgasm, she was so close.
Until Seven shifted slightly, moving away from the sensitive bundle of nerves and instead began to push her fingers deeper into Janeway.
Janeway licked her parched lips and gulped down some much needed air, because now it wasn’t the frenzied pace that stole her breath, it was the intensity; it was the feeling of Seven reaching deep inside as if trying to stroke Janeway’s heart.
“Seven,” Janeway whispered.
“Am I hurting you?” Seven held still.
“No, you aren’t.” Janeway shook her head to underline her words and then felt the tears that had gathered at the corner of her eyes slide free. “Not at all.”
“Then I shall continue,” Seven replied with a smile.
“Please,” Janeway said and added in jest: “Before you kill me.”
Seven looked inquiringly at Janeway. “Explain,” she said, her fingers still moving, seeking, touching.
Janeway moaned and after another breath said: “I almost had an orgasm twice already-“ There was another very nice flick inside of her before Janeway could add that it took its toll on a body.
“I am aware of that.”
It took Janeway a moment to realise what Seven had just said. That couldn’t be right, could it? “You… you… what?”
“I am aware that you were twice close to climaxing.”
Janeway gaped at Seven. “No… you, you wouldn’t…” Janeway blinked. “Did you actually keep me from coming?”
“Yes.” A simple fact.
Janeway clamped her thighs together and moved up on her elbows. “You purposely kept me from coming?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“You told me explicitly what your wishes were,” Seven said, her eyes flashing. “You wanted to be kissed and then fucked. You did not specify when or how you wanted to come.”
And once more, Janeway just stared at Seven, still not able to believe this. But then again, it was Seven. Finally Janeway said: “The only reason I’m not having you thrown out of an airlock-“
Seven moved her fingers.
“Exactly,” Janeway breathed, then she shook her head. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“In my research I found that the French call an orgasm a little death, la petit mort.”
Janeway snorted and then sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
Seven shook her head. “The question is, what I am going to do with you?” She twisted her fingers and found that sweet spot inside of Janeway again.
Janeway gasped and her treacherous legs just opened on their own accord.
Seven moved her head close to Janeway’s and locked eyes with her. “Do you really blame me for wanting to prolong this; to enjoy every minute of watching your reactions to me? Can you really blame me for wanting to observe every tiny move I make being reflected in your eyes?” Seven bent her fingers as if to proof her point, provoking a shudder from Janeway.
“Did you really expect me to cut this short after I have waited for months, even though I didn’t realise it at first?”
Janeway hadn’t even taken a breath to ask as Seven pushed once more against the g-spot. Janeway’s elbows gave way and she was flat on her back.
“You do not want to go there right now.”
Janeway shook her head. “No… later.”
“I thought so,” Seven stated. “Now, tell me, are you really surprised?”
“No I… oh god…” Janeway panted. “Not complaining either…. Oh fuck!”
Seven had started to message Janeway’s g-spot and it took her breath away.
“Then stop pretending and let me continue,” Seven said.
Since Janeway had no breath left, she hoped that her eyes conveyed her agreement and that she was done scrutinizing every move Seven made. And for now, Janeway was past taking the fastest route towards the end. So far Janeway had very much enjoyed the heights Seven had taken her to, why not simply appreciate them and the knowledge that it wasn’t only her own pleasure but that of Seven as well? Janeway realised then that she had been holding back somewhat, even though she wasn’t quite sure why. Suddenly it seemed very important to let Seven know, that Janeway was done resisting. Janeway lifted a hand, touched Seven’s face and with a soft smile whispered: “I surrender.”
Seven’s eyes widened but everything else about her stilled for a heartbeat, before she breathed a “Thank you.”
After that the two didn’t talk at all, they simply were together in this very moment; Janeway enjoying the way Seven made her feel like she was on an ocean of desire, some waves higher than others, but it was always in motion.
And Seven… Seven very obviously took pleasure in lifting Janeway up onto the waves or guiding her gently down again before taking the next one. And Seven did that in every way she could think of without having to break eye-contact for more than a breath.
Janeway was so absorbed in the feedback-loop of sometimes tender and sometimes fierce passion in Seven’s eyes that she didn’t notice the tidal wave that came up, crashed into her side and toppled her over, leaving her gasping and laughing with surprise, joy and well, relieve.
Even after Janeway had her breath back and her pulse was almost down to a rate that could be considered normal, she couldn’t stop grinning. But those were the only muscles Janeway could move, except the ones in her cunt, which were still contracting every now and then – especially as Seven began to pull her fingers out, sending little jolts of after-shocks through Janeway.
Janeway’s eyes popped open and with a laugh she looked at Seven, who was grinning, yes, really grinning at her.
“Well hello there. Nice grin,” Janeway said, her voice sounding rough.
The implant above Seven’s eye rose. “I confess to feeling surprised about the side-effect of your climax,” she said, “but it is rather infectious.”
Janeway’s grin broadened and she lifted a very heavy hand to Seven’s cheek. “Just tons of emotions that have been bottled-up for quite some time,” she explained, or tried to as was the case, since Seven seemed on the verge of asking for details.
“Not now,” Janeway said and tried to move onto her side. But she had no strength left and just rolled onto her back again with another snort. “Geez, I’m as week as a kitten.”
“Where do you wish to go?”
Janeway looked at Seven. “As close to you as I can get, so that you can hold me in your arms.”
Seven offered Janeway a hand and she was then pulled onto her side. Seven did not move, though. Clearly cuddling wasn’t one of the fragments she remembered from Unimatrix Zero.
“If you move onto your back, I’m able to snuggle up to you.”
Seven glanced at Janeway, then rolled onto her back and looked rather out of place. Mobilizing her last reserves, Janeway seized a pillow and made Seven put her head onto it, grabbed blindly for something with which to cover them and then moved Seven’s arm out of the way to make room for herself. Shortly thereafter Janeway was where she wanted to be: flush against Seven – who’s arm went promptly around Janeway – with her head bedded on Seven’s shoulder. With a deep sigh Janeway relaxed against her, her fingertips softly caressing Seven’s skin.
Janeway must have dozed off, because her fingers were now neatly tucked under her chin and as she opened her eyes the lights were off.
“I’m sorry that I feel asleep on you,” Janeway said quietly.
“No need to apologize,” Seven replied. “I am well aware that you need sleep to recuperate.”
“Not on my first night with you.” Janeway shifted so that she was able to look at Seven. And what a sight Seven was, bathed in the light of the stars that shone through the window, making her skin and hair appear almost silver.
Briefly Janeway wished for the mind of a poet so she could put her thoughts into eloquent words. Instead Janeway moved up to Seven, hoping that this was a time were actions said more than a thousand words; kissing her softly and beginning to touch her lovingly – which is how they spent the rest of the night, tenderly exploring each other.
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