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Thank You Doctor

Llano

The Doctor is sitting in his office, listening to his favorite aria. "Computer end music." As the music dies away, the Doctor hears the hiss of the sickbay door closing. He exits the office, "Hello?" He turns and finds Seven of Nine near one of the beds, "Doctor."

The Doctor picks up a tricorder and approaches Seven. He lowers the tricorder as she steps away from him, "Seven, is something wrong?"

Seven looks at the Doctor with her normal icy-blue stare as she contemplates him. He turns from her, "I'm glad you've come to see me. I want to apologize for my outburst. I should have waited until we were alone to make my feelings know."

"I have already accepted your apology. I wish to ask you a question." Seven walks closer to the Doctor.

"Anything." The Doctor turns to face Seven, "You know I only want what's best for you."

The implant over Seven's left eye rises, "That is not always the case. The bet with Lt. Paris on my dating is not indicative of someone who believes that they are in love with me."

A chagrined Doctor cringes at the memory, "I'm also sorry about that. I was only trying to help."

"Apology accepted!" Seven straightens with her hands clasped behind her back, "Why?"

"Why what?"

Seven tilts her head, "Why do you believe that you love me?"

The Doctor shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know really. When I thought I wasn't coming back, I realized that I was going to miss everyone."

Seven's eyebrow rises, "Then you also love everyone on Voyager?"

"No." The Doctor walks over to a medical trolley and restlessly reorganizes the instruments. "Seven, I've watch the transformation from an unfeeling and uncaring drone into a unique individual. I enjoy your company and I look forward to every one of your visits to sickbay. Not because you're hurt, but because you have such a unequaled view on each new experience. How many others on this ship would have allowed me to use their body, even if they could, to protect myself from the Lokirrim." The Doctor leans on the trolley, "With everything that's happened, I'm not even sure I know who or what I am anymore."

Seven walks up to the Doctor and puts her hand on his shoulder, "What you are, is my friend."

The Doctor covers Seven's hand with his, "But nothing more than that. You're involved with the Commander and I'm just a hologram."

"You are more than a mere hologram. You are an important and trusted member of this crew. If you had not risked being decompiled, Voyager would be traveling at impulse power, " Seven's voice, full of emotion, hesitates before softly continuing, "and Captain Janeway would possibly be dead at this moment." The Doctor walks away from Seven, "But we wouldn't have been in that situation if it hadn't been for me. I'm to blame."

"Doctor, am I to blame for the millions of lives I've assimilated?"

The Doctor spins toward Seven, "What? Of course not. You were a drone doing as you were told. But this is different. I made a choice to betray the Captain and this crew not only to Overlookers but in the stories I've written and the Doctor/Patient confidentialities I've betrayed."

Seven arches the implant over her left eyebrow, "Do you wish to have those memories deleted?"

The Doctor rolls his eyes, "We all know how well that worked the last time."

"Then do not worry what the crew thinks. They will undoubtedly be more careful around you, but in time they will forgive you. That is what friends do, is it not?"

"Yes, but how can you forgive me? How can you even contemplate allowing me to be your Doctor, knowing that I told everyone that I love you?"

"I have no choice in the matter. Dwelling on what cannot be changed, is a waste of time." Seven looks away from the Doctor.

The Doctor walks over to Seven and lays his hand on her shoulder, "Seven, what's wrong?"

Seven hesitates and softly asks, "How did you determine that you were in love with me?"

"The same way you knew what you felt for the Commander." Seven looks away from the Doctor. "You do feel for the Commander, don't you?"

A hesitant Seven slowly turns back to the Doctor, "I believed that I did, but, " her voice trails off as she turns and starts to exit the room.

"Seven, wait." The Doctor grabs Seven's arm at the door way and pulls her back into the room. "If you don't have feelings for the Commander, then who do you, " the Doctor peers closer at Seven, "You're in love with Captain Janeway."

Seven backs away from the Doctor, shaking her head, "I cannot be in love with her. She does not feel the same way."

"Shame on you Seven. I'm in love with you even though you don't love me, so it is possible."

Seven responds very softly, "She is the Captain."

The Doctor shakes his head in disbelief, "So, she's still human, with all of their emotions. She cares for you more than you think."

Seven pulls away from the Doctor and stares at him, "Explain."

"Seven, she went against the Queen not once, but twice to get you back. She risked transporting over to the Delta Flyer when you had overloaded your cortical node with information."

An incensed Seven straightens, "I am part of her crew."

The Doctor shakes his head at Seven, "That may be. But tell me this, how many Captain's do you know would threaten to torture a fellow Starfleet Officer?"

An indignant Seven steps closer to the calm Doctor, "Captain Janeway would never do something like that."

The Doctor continues calmly, "If Chakotay hadn't stopped her, she would have done it to find out where Ransom had taken you."

Seven steps away from the Doctor, "She would have done that for any of her crew."

"I doubt that." The Doctor steps closer to Seven, "Then explain to me why she watches you regenerate."

Seven's eyes widen at the revelation as she turns back to the Doctor, "She does? How do know that?"

The Doctor walks away from Seven, refusing to make eye contact, "I was checking on you after the incident with One and she walked into the cargo bay. She stood by your alcove and just watched you for over 20 minutes. The enamored expression she had on her face," the Doctor sighs, "I can only hope that someday, someone will look at me the same way."

"Thank you Doctor."

An astonished Doctor turns to Seven, "For what? I tell you I love you and help you realize that it's not the Commander but the Captain you truly love. I reveal privileged information and you thank me. Why?"

"Because we are friends." Seven leans over and kisses the Doctor on the cheek before turning and exiting sickbay.

The Doctor reaches up and caresses the area of Seven's kiss. "Because we're friends. Of God and I just explained to Seven that the Captain's in love with her." The Doctor smiles, "Well this should be interesting. Very interesting indeed."

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Three weeks later Voyager is orbiting around a class M planet. Shore leave has been granted to a crew that is feeling the confines of space that even a holodeck can't relieve, fresh air.

The Doctor is whistling an aria in his office when the door to sickbay opens, admitting an annoyed, furious Captain Janeway. The Doctor wipes the smile off his face as she storms into his office.

"One week. You're ordering me to take shore leave of a week." Janeway tries to incinerate the Doctor simply with her look and a voice so devoid of emotion, that Ensigns were known to quake in their boots. "What were you thinking?"

The Doctor, straightens in his chair, "Your health. The needs of this crew are my concern and you are in dire need of time away from this ship before you become a danger to yourself and this crew. I made it an order because it's the only way I knew that would get you to take time for yourself." The stern look on Janeway's face relaxes as the Doctor continues, "Everyone on the ship cares about you and as the Captain goes, so does the ship."

Janeway sits down with a dazed look on face, "I've been that bad?" The Doctor nods, "No more than usual." Janeway nods and stands, "I'll just get some reports..."

"No reports, nothing to do with the ship except checking in with me, twice a day." The Doctor stares hard into Janeway's face, "Doctor's orders."

Janeway nods and starts to leave pausing at the door, "Thank you Doctor." A smile flirts across the Doctor's face, "You're welcome."

The next day the Doctor is happily whistling another aria as he straightens the sickbay. He turns as the door opens and Seven enters. "Seven? What are you doing on board? I specifically ordered everyone to take shore leave. And if I'm not mistaken, this is your rotation."

Seven stops and places her hands behind her back, "I cannot locate the Captain?

The Doctor simply shakes his head, "She's unavailable except in an emergency. Doctor's orders. Do you need help with something?"

"No!" Seven taps her communicator, "Computer, state the exact location of Captain Kathryn Janeway." The computer responds in its unemotional voice, "Unable to comply. Restricted access. A privacy lock has been initiated." Seven's continues to ask the computer, "Who ordered the privacy lock on Captain Janeway's location?" The computer chirps, "The Emergency Medical Hologram."

Seven turns icy blue eyes that harden as she glances at the Doctor, "Doctor?"

The Doctor leans against a bed. "I'm sorry Seven, but it's the only way that I could guarantee a rest for the Captain."

An astonished Seven peers at the Doctor, "The Captain agreed to this?"

He nods his head, "Have you ever know the Captain to willingly take time for herself." The Doctor chuckles, "I had to threaten to relieve her from duty."

"I understand." Seven turns to go and stops at the door, "Thank you Doctor, you have been most helpful." After Seven exits, a sly smile graces the Doctor's face. "I think Captain Janeway is about to have a visitor." The Doctor resumes whistling as he walks into his office.

Seven walks into the empty Astrometrics lab. Only someone who knew her well could see the frustration in her stance as she begins working. On the large screen an overview of the planet that Voyager is currently orbiting appears. Seven's fingers move rapidly over her console as she accesses files. A small quirk at the corner of her full lips appears as she easily bypasses the Doctor's security.

Life signs begin to materialize on the map of the planet's surface. "Computer, delete all Starfleet com badges below the rank of Captain."

The computer chirps, "Acknowledged." One by one all of the com badges disappear except one.

An enlarged picture of the area, where the last bio sign is located, appears on the large screen. It shows a semi mountainous area, with a creek as a water source, trees and a small habitat.

"Computer, reinstate restricted priority on Captain Janeway's com badge." The computer chirps, " Acknowledged. Restricted priority reinstated."

Seven spins on her heel and exits the room. As the door closes, the Doctor materializes near the console. He looks at the large screen and then to the closed door. "Well Captain, I hope you enjoy your present." He smiles as he dematerializes.

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Captain Janeway, dressed in jeans, a casual button down shirt and hiking boots, is walking along a trail to the top of a small hill. She stops at the top and takes a deep breath of the fresh clean air. "You were right Doctor, I did need this." She closes her eyes and listens to the sound of nature as the sun wraps her in its relaxing rays.

Janeway's eyes snap opening at the sound of a transporter. She drops to the ground at the top of the hill and watches as someone wearing casual gear similar to hers, materializes. Her eyes widen and a smile curves across her face as the figure turns, revealing Seven. She gapes at the sight of Seven out of her bio-suit and her unencumbered hair flowing across strong shoulders.

The camp is situated on a small outcropping that hangs over the creek and provides a spectacular view of the sunset. The habitat is nestled in a small grove of trees that allow some of the warm rays to filter through. A fire pit is a few paces from the entrance of the habitat. Seven wearily enters the camp expecting Janeway to appear and lecture her for interrupting the Captain's shore leave. She approached the habitat and listens at the door.

A soft light automatically comes on, filling the room as Seven enters the habitat. Unexpectedly, she finds a large bed rather than the normal bedroll and inflatable ground cover. A couple of books are sitting on top of a small locker next to the bed. On is Dante's, THE NEW LIFE. A duffle bag, containing Janeway's clothing, is also on the small locker. Without thought, Seven picks up a shirt and inhales the unique fragrance of Janeway. Startled, she drops the shirt and exits the habitat.

A number of footprints, that match those of Janeway, are around the fire pit and the banked fire. The smell of coffee on the ground testifies to the existence of Janeway's preferred drink.

A log sits near the fire and the impression of someone having sat, leaning against the log. Using her left hand, she closes her eyes, and skims over the impression, feeling the faint heat left by Janeway. A smile crosses the normally stern face of Seven.

At the far side of the clearing, Janeway watches Seven inspect her camp. She smiles as Seven closes her eyes and lowers her hand to the impression she left by the log. With a wry smile, Janeway stealthily moves away from her camp.

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The Doctor walks into the transporter room carrying a medic field kit, with Borg algorithms on it. Chakotay is kneeling on the dais, arranging the contents of a small container. "Commander."

Chakotay turns and takes the kit from the Doctor and places it in the container. He closes the lid, stands and walks over to the transporter controls. "I take it from the medic kit, that everything is going as planned?"

A smug Doctor smiles, "Would you expect anything else? I'm rather proud of myself, the way I convinced everyone that I was in love with Seven. You should have seen the Captain's face.

Chakotay shudders, "I did. And if looks could kill, you Doctor would definitely not be here.

The Doctor's smile turns to a frown, "Of course if this doesn't work...."

Chakotay rubs his tattoo, "I don't even want to think about that. What's in the medic kit?"

"Hypos for Seven. They're dormant nanoprobes that will allow her to stay with the Captain as long as needed."

Chakotay nods, "I hope it's for the entire week or longer if they need it."

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A concerned Seven reaches to tap her communicator. "Are you planning on staying long?" questions a husky voice from behind Seven.

Seven turns to find an amused Janeway leaning against a tree, quietly observing her. "Captain, I..."

A chuckle bursts forth from Janeway, who holds up her hand, "I don't even want to know how you found me, but since you have, would you care to join me?" Janeway straightens from the tree as a look of as astonishment crosses Seven's face, "Seven, are you alright?"

"Yes, Captain." A hesitant smile flickers across Seven's face before lowering her head and looking away from Janeway.

"Kathryn, sometimes I fear that I'll never hear my name again." Janeway, her eyes sparkling, walks past Seven to the fire pit.

A stunned Seven whispers softly to herself, "Kathryn."

Janeway stops next to the banked fire and looks over her shoulder, "Are you coming?" She kneels and starts stirring the fire as Seven steps closer. Pleasure softens Janeway's voice, "You came at the perfect time. The sun is about to set."

"Kathryn, thank you for letting me stay. I know..."

"Seven, relax. I'm glad you're here." Janeway ducks her head to hide the blush that threatens to race across her face.

"What do you require that I do?" With a pleased smile, she looks at Seven. "Just relax."

"I am not sure I..."

"It's easy. Don't think, just enjoy the quietness of the camp."

Janeway continues with the fire as Seven quietly observes. Her head tilts to one side, "Capt...Kathryn wouldn't a replicator be more efficient?"

"Yes, it would. As you can see from the habitat, I like some comfort when I camp out. But for some reason, food eaten near a fire, whether it's cooked over it or not, just seems to taste better."

The hum of a transporter disrupts the quietness of the camp. A storage container appears less than 5 meters from the women.

Seven stands and approaches the container. She picks it up, brings it over and sets it down next to Janeway, who nods toward the container, "Go ahead and open it."

The container has more food, a stasis of the Captain's favorite coffee and a field medic kit, with Borg algorithms written on it. Seven carefully removes the coffee stasis and hands it to Janeway. Seven picks up the kit and shows the algorithms to Janeway, "It would appear that someone knows I am with you, Kathryn."

Janeway, looks at Seven, with a soft pleased smile, "So it would seem."

Together the two women begin to cook. They work in unison, each easily anticipating the others needs. A natural, calming quietness transcends the clearing as the food is eaten and the cooking area is cleaned up. The remaining food is replaced in the container and sealed.

Janeway pours herself a cup of coffee, stands and walks toward the edge of the clearing to watch the sunset.

Seven follows Janeway, finding her leaning against a tree. She pauses behind her, marveling at the effect the sunset has on the auburn highlights of Janeway's hair.

"Sunrise has always been my favorite time of day. I enjoy getting up before the sun, walking outside with a cup of coffee and listening to the dawn of morning." Janeway takes a drink of her coffee before continuing, "There's that one moment that everything seems to pause. Night hasn't truly left and dawn has yet to take hold." She takes another drink, "What about you Seven? What's your favorite time of day?"

Seven looks at the sunset, "As a drone, time of day was irrelevant." Her gaze returns to Janeway, "Right now, with the sun grasping on to the last of the day. Struggling not to go down, even knowing that it will return tomorrow. Just as strong and just as powerful, has become my favorite time of day."

A surprised Janeway turns to Seven, "That was beautiful Seven. Where did it come from?"

Seven's intent gaze peers into Janeway's face, "From my heart and my soul."

A soft, shy smile crosses Janeway's face before she turns back to the sunset.

"Kathryn, I wish to talk about the Doctor."

Janeway chuckles, "He's already punished himself and learned a valuable lesson. Is he the one that suggested the change of clothes?"

Seven gazes down at her clothes, "No. I never understood why he insisted I wear the bio-suits." Janeway chuckles again, "I think we both know why."

Seven takes a step closer, inhaling the uniqueness that is Kathryn Janeway. "I asked the Doctor why he thought he loved with me."

A quiet Janeway takes a sip of coffee and tightens her grip on the cup, "What did he say?"

"He enjoys my company and the uniqueness of my experiences." Janeway takes a sip of coffee and with a husky voice, "You are very unique, Seven." Janeway's voice sounds drained as she asks, "Does Chakotay know you're here?"

"The Commander is no longer a concern of mine." A surprised Janeway turns to Seven, "But you and Chakotay...I thought....Never mind, it doesn't concern me."

"That is an incorrect statement, Kathryn. You are the reason why the Commander is no longer a concern to me," Janeway's white knuckled grip on her coffee cup threatens to crush it, "except as a friend."

"What are you saying Seven?" An apprehensive Janeway stares intently into her coffee cup. Seven gently grips Janeway's arms, turns her around and with a finger under her chin, elevates the stubborn jaw. She gasps as the setting sun illuminates Janeway.

Seven inhales deeply as she lightly skims her Borg encased fingers along Janeway's twitching jaw. "What I am saying Kathryn, is that I love you. As a friend and as a woman." Seven places the fingertips of her right hand on the trembling lips of Janeway. "Do not think it is because you severed me from the collective, or the humanity that you want me to embrace. I feel exhilarated when you are pleased with my work. That feeling has become an intoxicant that I cannot live without. But there is more."

Seven traces the facial features of Janeway, memorizing them. "When you are hurt, I hurt with you. I want to strike out at those who have done this to you. And when you experience happiness, your eyes turn a deep shade of blue that I wish to loose myself in."

A soft husky breath of air connects with Seven's face, "Seven?"

Seven's fingers return to the soft lips, "No, Kathryn, let me finish. Yes you have been a mentor, a teacher, a friend and a Captain. But those are not what I desire. I do not desire Captain Janeway. I desire Kathryn Janeway. The woman that only a few are ever privileged to see."

Janeway grows introspective as she steps back, drops her head and turns away from Seven, "I wish it were different, but we can't."

Seven spins a startled Janeway around and grips her shoulders. "Why? Are you worried about the crew? They will be happy for you. If you are concerned about the Commander, we have already concluded our relationship. It never truly started."

A mystified Janeway gapes at Seven, "But the simulation?"

"Kathryn, I used it to learn how to be what you wanted me to be, more human. But there was always something lacking and until now, I never knew what it was."

"How can you be so sure that this is what you want? Your experience is limited."

"Is experience so important? I know what I feel. When you left Voyager and I was unable to communicate with you, it scared me." Seven straightens, "Borg do not scare."

Janeway emits a soft chuckle, "No, they don't, usually."

"Explain."

"You're no longer that unfeeling Borg drone."

Seven's implant arches, "But I'm still too new to these feeling to know that what I feel is real."

"Yes." Kathryn shivers as a cloud blocks the sun.

A touch of hardness enters Seven's voice, "Do not belittle what I feel, Kathryn."

Janeway steps back from Seven, "I'm sorry. It's just..."

Seven steps forward and places her finger on Janeway's mouth, silencing her. She meticulously traces the contour of Kathryn's lips. A small shudder surges through Seven's body as a gust of warm, moist air circles her finger.

In a low rumbling voice that betrays the normally reserved Seven's feeling, "Kathryn, it was fate that brought you to the Delta Quadrant. It was fate that you made an agreement with the Borg and fate that I was severed from the Collective. And it is fate that we are to be together. The only question is, are you courageous enough to face your fear and take a chance on something that both you and I so desperately want?"

Janeway searches Seven's anxious face as tears glisten in her eyes. Slowly a tear trails from the corner of her eye. She draws in a ragged breath as Seven catches the tear with her thumb and wipes it away. A slow, smoldering smile results in an exceedingly husky voiced, "Yes."

Kathryn's eyes widen as a full smile, that reaches Seven's eyes, radiates across her face. And in a low sensual voice filled with love, "Kathryn."

Seven slowly lowers her head as an errant ray of sunshine breaks free, covering the two women in a wondrous life giving warmth. She pauses a mere breath away from Kathryn's lips.

The cup drops unknowingly to the ground. The remains of the coffee spreads out and seeps into the dirt as Seven has seeped into the heart and soul of Kathryn Janeway.

Desire rushes through Kathryn as she feels the soft whisper that flows from the trembling lips of Seven, "Kathryn, please love me."

Seven is propelled backwards into the tree as Kathryn's lips, demanding and bruising, devour Seven's full lips. Kathryn moans as her tongue effortlessly parts the full lips and delves into the moist heat of Seven's mouth. Tongues intertwine and duel for space in the all consuming kiss that threatens to incinerate both women as their carefully restrained emotions, flare out of control.

Kathryn's hands are rough as they tangle in Seven's hair, pulling her harder into the kiss. Moans and rasping of hands over clothes permeate the air as the last rays of the sunset, pays homage to the souls that have finally found their way home.

Seven reverses their positions and pulls back, breathing heavily. She extends her hand to Kathryn, who takes it, and without a word they start towards the habitat.

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The whisper of the door closing is loud in the emotion laden air. The soft light, allows sight but keeps the outside world at bay.

"Seven, I love you." Seven smiles as she cups Kathryn's cheek and brushes her thumb over the swollen lips. "And I love you, Kathryn."

Seven's fingertips trail from Kathryn's cheek to her throat and downward over highly sensitive skin that ripples from the sweet intensity of the moment. Her hands rest on the buttons of the shirt and, excruciatingly so, slowly begins to unbutton the shirt.

Snippets of air are drawn through Kathryn's mouth as each button is released. A fingertip strokes each piece of newly revealed skin. Kathryn shrugs out of her shirt after the last button has been released. A harsh breath is dragged into Seven's lungs as the smooth skin, dusted with freckles, is revealed to her hungry gaze.

With a seductive smile, Seven trails her fingers up a quivering torso until they reach Kathryn's breasts. Seven's nails chafe over the protruding hard nubs, creating an acute pleasure. The unexpected intense sensation has Kathryn grasping Seven's forearms to ground herself.

Seven eases her fingers under the Starfleet issued bra and releases the soft globes from their confinement. She continues to push the bra up as she lowers her mouth to a breast. The tip of her tongue barely touches the hard, pebbled center, as a ragged, "Oh Seven." surges from Kathryn's suddenly dry mouth.

A desperate Kathryn reaches down and drags her bra the rest of the way off, as Seven's mouth abruptly covers the nipple and begins to suckle. Waves of desire surge through Kathryn as she holds Seven's head to her chest, stroking the blonde head. Seven hands stroke slow and gentle up and down the supple back, first arousing and then gentling.

Seven pulls away from the swollen nipple and kisses across to the other breast as Kathryn throws her head back and throatily moans, "Oh god. Yes."

Kathryn wrenches Seven's head up for a devastating kiss that threatens to implode both women from its intensity. As Seven starts to grasp Kathryn's nipples, her hands are seized in a vice like grip. A husky timbred, "My turn." sends tingles down Seven's spine. An amused eyebrow rises as Seven trails her fingers, creating goose bumps, over Kathryn's skin.

Kathryn closes her eyes and shudders. When they open, a startled gasp emerges from Seven at the smoldering, darkened, blue-grey eyes that sweep across her trembling body.

Kathryn reaches out but stops her hand before it touches Seven's skin. She can feel the fine hairs on Seven's cheek, straining to reach her hand. Still keeping her hand millimeters from contact, Kathryn slowly outlines the contours of the finely sculptured face that not even the Borg could truly diminish. She tantalizingly caresses Seven as her hand trails down her throat, to the throbbing vein in her neck and to the top of her shirt.

Kathryn's hands begin to unbutton Seven's shirt. As each button is released a soft caress of the newly exposed skin causes ripples of pleasure to course through Seven's body. Each ripple intensifies until the last button is released and the shirt is pushed off her quivering shoulders.

In a husky timbre, that Kathryn doesn't even recognize as her own, "Even underneath all of that Borg armor, I knew you were a beautiful woman. I've wanted you from the moment you stepped out of that alcove. I've watched you, hoping that someday you would feel the same."

Kathryn's hands lightly savor the rippling of aroused muscles that course through Seven's shoulders. She continues to move the light touch downward until she flattens her palms over the hardening nipples that threaten to break free from the confines of Seven's bra.

Kathryn leans forward and kisses the heartbeat above Seven's right breast, smiling against the skin as the rate increases dramatically. She feels Seven's arms moving and pulling off her bra, leaving Kathryn's palms on the suddenly free breasts. Both women moan as Kathryn begins to kneed the full generous bosom.

"I love you Seven and everything about you." Kathryn lowers her mouth to one of the protruding nubs and takes the pebbled hardness into the wet heat of her mouth. Seven clasps Kathryn's head to her breast, closes her eyes and a soulful moan erupts over Kathryn's hair.

Kathryn's free hand moves to the various implants scattered over Seven's body. She lovingly touches the implants and the softness of the skin. Loving neither more than the other.

"Kathryn, I love you." Kathryn smiles against the softness of Seven's breast as she continues to lavish attention on the swollen, hard, red nipple.

Seven grasps Kathryn's head and wrenches it up for a devastating kiss. The intensity of the kiss and of their swollen nipples, crushed against each other, threatens to buckle both women's knees.

Walking in a lurch and step motion, the two women back up to the bed. They never loose touch as they fall as one, rolling so that Kathryn is resting between Seven's thighs.

Kathryn slowly and teasingly begins to kiss down Seven's torso. She kneads Seven breasts as she kisses over the soft, pliant generous bosom. She licks around the pebbled nub, never quite touching it with her tongue.

A mischievous smirk crosses Kathryn's face as she raises her head and makes eye contact with the desire laden eyes of Seven. "Please Kathryn."

Kathryn begins to knead the breast, her nails scratching against the aroused nipple, as she softly kisses her way to the other breast, never losing eye contact with Seven.

She licks around the pebbled nipple, smiling as it hardens even more. An impatient Seven begins wiggling as Kathryn raises her head and blows a hot breath across the swollen nub.

A moan of deep arousal courses through Seven. It turns into a scream of pleasure as Kathryn suddenly lowers her mouth and envelops the swollen nipple, sucking hard.

Seven's back arches as Kathryn devours one breast and painfully pulls on the nipple of the other breast, "Oh Kathryn, please harder." Kathryn pulls even harder on the nipple as she grips the other nipple with her teeth. She rasps along the entire length of the nipple and then bites. The twin points of pleasure threatens to throw Kathryn off of Seven's withering body.

Seven screams out Kathryn's name and then limply collapses onto the bed. Kathryn kisses the nipple she had been chewing on. She moves to the other nipple and kisses it before crawling up to Seven's head and kissing her. "Seven, are you alright?"

An exhausted, satiated, Seven smiles at Kathryn, "Thank you, that was more..." Kathryn chuckles as she pulls Seven closer, kissing her deeply, "And it gets even better, love."

Before Kathryn can comprehend, Seven is rolling her over, careful to keep her heavier massed body from covering Kathryn completely. She supports herself on her forearms as she surveys the highly aroused Kathryn. She arches her left eyebrow as she lowers her mouth to Kathryn's swollen nipple. Her right hand begins pulling on the nipple of the other breast.

Kathryn's back arches as she tries to get more of her breast into Seven's feverish mouth, "Harder Seven." Seven's right hand pinches the nipple until there is only a thin ribbon of flesh. She raises her head, slowly letting the breast slide out of the moist heat of her mouth and bounce back. She raises her left hand and carefully begins to squeeze the nipple. She tugs, forcing Kathryn's body to arch as the points of pleasure are centered in the nerve endings of the two abused nipples.

Kathryn wraps her legs around Seven's hips and begins to writhe sinuously against her. Her breathing is harsh and gasping as her whole world has been reduced to the nerve endings of her abused nipples and her pelvis.

Kathryn is suspended off the bed as an intense orgasm starts to ripple through her body. With the last of her strength, she grabs Seven's head, pulls it to her. Kissing her with a fervor that threats to shatter both women. Seven continues to pinch the nipples as lips are crushed together. Kathryn releases the kiss and arches further from Seven as her orgasm sweeps over her, "Seven!"

A limp Kathryn collapses on the bed as an equally depleted Seven crawls up and holds the still twitching body. She tenderly kisses Kathryn on her lips before gathering Kathryn in her arms and rolling over. They both fall a sleep, wrapped in each others embrace.

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A sleepy eyed Kathryn awakens. She rubs her cheek on the soft skin beneath her head. Startled, she looks down the length of their bodies and chuckles at the realization that they have yet to remove their jeans and boots. A deep movement of her pillow has Kathryn turning to meet the drowsy eyes of Seven. She smiles and is rewarded with the sudden darkening of arousal in Seven's eyes.

"Hi." The husky voice sends ripples of pleasure through Seven. She pulls Kathryn further onto her chest and kisses her. As the kiss ends, Seven rests her forehead against Kathryn's, "Do you know what your voice does to me? What it has always done to me?"

A pleased smile blossoms on Kathryn's face as she huskily asks, "Do tell."

Seven's low sensual voice wraps around Kathryn and fills her with love, "It reaches into my soul and touches a place so deep, where nothing has ever penetrated before. It's a healing balm to the part of me that still hurts from the Borg and the other life forms that resent me for being part Borg." Seven softly kisses Kathryn, "You are my salvation. Without you I am an unfeeling drone, simply existing."

Kathryn ducks her head, fighting back tears. A single tear drops onto Seven's torso. Seven places her fingers under Kathryn's chin and lifts, "Why are you crying? Have I done something wrong?"

Kathryn wipes the tears away as she closes the distance to Seven's lips and reverently kisses her. "They're tears of happiness. No one has ever told me I was their salvation."

"Believe it Kathryn. My heart and soul are yours."

"As are mine."

Kathryn starts chuckling. "What is so funny Kathryn?" Kathryn nods to their legs. Seven follows her gaze and with a predatory look, smiles at Kathryn, "That is easily remedied." Seven reaches for the jeans and is stopped by Kathryn's hand, "I don't want to explain why I need a pair of jeans transported to the surface, for you."

"I'm sure the request would be understood." Kathryn shakes her head, "That type of request would immediately be on the gossip mill. And I'd like to keep this between us as long as possible." Kathryn lays her fingers over Seven's lips to silence her, "I'm not ashamed of us, but I would like to enjoy us without the observations of the crew. And there is Chakotay to think about."

Seven draws the fingers into her mouth and runs her tongue lovingly around the digit. Kathryn removes the digits and replaces them with her soft lips. Lightly tracing the texture of the full lips that she has come to treasure. Seven pulls away from the kiss, "Why are you concerned with the Commander's feelings? He is aware of my feelings for you."

Kathryn pulls her head up and stares at Seven in astonishment, "He does? Since when?"

Seven trails her fingers over Kathryn's jaw, who leans into the caress, "The day after I talked to the Doctor, I went to the Commander and I explained how I felt. He admitted that he had no deep feelings for me, other than friendship." She places a soft kiss on Kathryn's lips, "He suggested that I needed someone as obstinate and hardheaded as I am. He suggested you."

Kathryn's eyes widen at the news, "He did?" Seven smiles, "I think he's always known." Seven slowly strokes Kathryn's hair.

Kathryn lays her head on Seven's chest and listens to the strong heartbeat, "Seven, how long before you have to regenerate?"

"Not until we have to return to the ship. The Doctor sent hypos in the medic kit. It will allow me to stay with you until the end of your leave."

"He did, did he. Now that is interesting."

"He's the one who made me realize that it was you and not the Commander that I was in love with. He also said that you were in love with me."

"How did he know?" Kathryn kisses the soft skin over Seven's heart.

"Your concern for the crew is genuine, but your concern for me is legendary. You went against the Queen twice to get me back, chased down Captain Ransom and beamed over to the Delta Flyer to stop me. Shall I go on?"

"I was that obvious?"

"To many of the crew, yes." Seven's hand sinuously slides down Kathryn's side to the waist of her jeans. She reaches between their bodies. Kathryn looks at Seven with sheer desire that threatens to immolate her, huskily asking, "Looking for something?" A wicked smile crosses Seven's face, "Your soul."

A blushing Kathryn lifts her body and moves further up Seven's, "Never heard about the soul being located there."

"Perhaps they have simply been looking in the wrong place." Seven starts to tease Kathryn's skin with feathery strokes along her waist. Each stroke is slow and erotic, sending shivers up Kathryn's spine.

"Such talented hands need to be rewarded." Kathryn kisses Seven deeply as Seven's hands continue to skim over skin and then under the jeans to cup the soft cushion of Kathryn's buttocks. She squeezes and pulls Kathryn harder so that their groins are rubbing against each other. The rough texture of the jeans adds to the stimulation.

Kathryn reaches between their bodies and grasps the pebbled hardness of Seven's nipples and her own abused nipples. She begins to squeeze their nipples together, creating new centers of pleasure. Kathryn searches for Seven's delectable lips and thrusts her tongue into the soft, moist heat of Seven's mouth.

Seven squeezes and pulls harder on Kathryn's buttocks, enjoying the slithering of the rough material over her hard ridge. The added sensation of Kathryn squeezing their nipples together has Seven bordering on an explosion that could shatter a universe. She moans at the sensations, as Kathryn continues to thrust her tongue into her mouth.

Tongues duel for control, as moans and the undulating of hips increases. Seven wrenches her mouth away from Kathryn and arches her neck back, "Kathryn."

Kathryn takes advantage and lavishes kisses and bites all over the supple neck, up to an ear. She runs her tongue over and around the shell of Seven's ear. She takes the lobe in her mouth, placing small nibbles on it before whispering in a husky, intimate, timbre, "Seven, open your eyes. I want you to see what you do to me."

Seven's eyes snap open and meets Kathryn's. The blaze of love from their eyes, threatens to scorch them both. They continue to stare at each other as climax after climax ripples through them. Seven arches off the bed, keeping her eyes on Kathryn, and pulling harder on the soft buttocks.

Kathryn, keeping eye contact, squeezes harder on their engorged nipples, while pulling away. The increased pressure sends both into an orgasm so intense that the outside world ceases to exist. They are suspended in air and then both collapse onto the bed in utter abandon. Only deep breathing resonates through the habitat.

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Seven's right hand lovingly brushes the wet hair from Kathryn's face. Her hand is caught and a wet kiss is placed in the palm as Seven's other hand begins to soothingly stroke Kathryn's back.

"The Doctor to Captain Janeway." chirps Kathryn's com badge.

Reluctantly Kathryn sits up. She tangles her fingers in Seven's hair and passionately kisses her before walking over to where her shirt is lying on the floor.

A low sensual, "Beautiful." has Kathryn turning back to Seven. Seven's arousal flares as Kathryn huskily responds, "So are you."

Kathryn's com badge chirps again, "The Doctor to Captain Janeway. Please respond." Kathryn picks up her shirt and taps the com badge, "Janeway here. Go ahead Doctor."

The voice of the smug Doctor fills the room, "Did you enjoy your present?" Janeway turns to Seven as her voice drops into an icy command mode, "Excuse me?" The Doctor continues, "The stasis of coffee. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was thoughtful of you. Thank you. Is there anything else?"

The hum of a transporter is heard outside the habitat. "Seven didn't take any extra clothes with her when she beamed down. Could you make sure she gets them?"

Kathryn smiles at the raised amused eyebrow of Seven, "Of course. And Doctor, thank you. Janeway out." Kathryn pulls on her shirt and fastens her jeans. "I'll be right back." She steps outside the habitat.

Seven stretches and sits up on the bed. She pulls her legs up and unlaces her hiking boots, placing them near the bed. She stands and walks over to her shirt, picks it up, folds it and places it on top of the boots.

A gasp from the doorway has Seven turning to find Kathryn holding a duffle bag. "Your extra clothes." Kathryn's breathing intensifies as the half naked Seven saunters seductively towards her. Seven's voiced, laced with deep arousal, wafts over her "I don't think we'll be needing them, do you?"

Kathryn smiles, drops the duffle to one side, as Seven stops in front of her. Seven caresses and strokes up the open front of Kathryn's shirt, never losing eye contact.

She circles and teases the suddenly pebbled nipples that grow even harder and elicits a moan of appreciation from Kathryn. With a squeeze to the engorged nipples, as a promise to return, her hands continue their journey to Kathryn's collarbone and then to her shoulders. She pushes the shirt off and trails her hands down Kathryn's arms, grasping her hands.

Seven raises her hands and, still maintaining eye contact, begins to kiss Kathryn's fingers. Her tongue slowly caresses each digit until both hands have been thoroughly worshipped. She folds the third and fourth finger together. The remaining fingers are tantalizingly raised to Seven's mouth.

Her tongues darts out to caress the digits, slowly drawing them to her lips and into her wet, hot, mouth. A moan from Kathryn has Seven smiling as she teases the fingers with languid flicks of her tongue. Slowly she pulls the digits from her mouth and gives them a parting kiss.

Kathryn caresses Seven's face as she pulls her closer, smiling, "No, I don't think we'll be needing them." Her lips descend, thrusting her tongue into the warmth that has become as necessary as air and is all consuming. She devours Seven's full lips with her tongue, teeth and lips.

Seven's arms wrap around Kathryn's waist and lifts her up. She is carried to the bed, never breaking the kiss, and set down on the edge as Seven kneels before her.

Kathryn's hands tangle in Seven's hair, pulling her harder into the kiss. She frees one hand and trails it down the slope of Seven's chest until she reaches a heaving breast. Her fingers dance across the surface of the soft mound, teasing and darting around the nipple.

Seven pulls back from the kiss and smiles at Kathryn. She lowers her hands and begins to remove Kathryn's boots. Seven lightly strokes each foot, before running her hands up the covered legs, stopping on Kathryn's thighs.

Kathryn and Seven stand. The sound of snaps and zippers, being opened, are loud in the habitat. The soft sighs of anticipation soon replace the quietness. Hands gather jeans and underwear, and slowly push them down over hips, where they drop to the ground.

Both women step out of their jeans. Kathryn reaches for Seven and pulls her into a devastating kiss, that has them falling backwards onto the bed. They roll until Kathryn's on top, resting between Seven's thigh.

Kathryn trails kisses down Seven's throat to her sternum as her fingers trail over her collarbone. Her hands teasingly move to Seven's hardened nipples. They begin to alternate the tweaking of each nipple. Seven's breath becomes labored as Kathryn kisses continue down to the abdominal implant. The roughness of her tongue slides over the contrasting bands of metal and soft flesh.

Seven's hips begin to grind into the softness of Kathryn's stomach, desperate for any friction. "Kathryn, please."

Kathryn lifts her head and a slow sensuous smile crosses her face as she drags her breasts, the nipples barely grazing, across highly sensitized skin, as she stretches for Seven's heavenly mouth. She lowers her lips a hair breath away from Seven's and flicks the tip of her tongue around the contours. "Did you want something?"

Warm breath surges from Seven's, bathing Kathryn with a thrill of erotic anticipation, "Please Kathryn, love me."

A smoldering look passes over Kathryn as she lowers her lips, not to Seven's mouth, but to an earlobe. Her hot husky voice sears Seven's skin, "I do and I am. Feel me loving you." Simultaneously, Kathryn palms the voluptuous breasts, squeezing hard, and grinding her pelvis harder into Seven.

Seven gasps as the most wonderful feeling of desire courses through her. She begins to rock, thrusting upwards with each touch of Kathryn's thrusting pelvis. She enfolds her long legs around Kathryn and starts pulling the thrusting pelvis harder into her body. "Oh yes Kathryn, harder."

Kathryn clasps hard around both breast, squeezing until the nipples and the areolas are engorged and distended. She lowers her head to one breast and softly blows over the nipple. The tip of her tongue barely grazes the swollen nipple as she continues to pinch and pull on the other swollen nipple.

Seven arches from the stimulus that threatens to implode her mind. She arches even further when her engorged nipple is abruptly devoured by the hot, wet heat of Kathryn's demanding mouth. She grasps Kathryn's head with her right hand, screaming, "Kathryn." Seven moves her left hand up and as far away as possible from Kathryn's delicate flesh.

Kathryn, alternating the rhythm, licks and suckles the nipple as Seven's hips begin thrusting even faster and harder. Her fingertips trail lightly down Seven's side raising goose bumps in their wake. She strokes the side of Seven's hip and back up to her heaving breast.

Kathryn reaches for Seven's right hand, raises up and places a kiss on the palm. She lays Seven's palm on her breast and squeezes the breast and the palm.

Kathryn traces the strength of Seven's left arm and grasps her wrist. She brings the hand to her mouth and lovingly runs her tongue over the mesh that covers it. She places a kiss in the palm and then lowers it to Seven's breast.

A smoldering look of desire crosses Kathryn's face as Seven begins to roughly roll, pinch, squeeze and pull on her own breasts, moaning erotically. Kathryn's breath comes in short harsh gasps at the blatantly carnal sight of Seven stimulating her own breasts.

Kathryn leans forward and kisses the hollow at the base of Seven's neck. She kisses, bites and licks her way down the heaving torso.

Seven's legs spread as Kathryn moves further down her torso, kissing and licking her flesh. Her hands begin to alternate. One pinches while the other pulls on the engorged nipples. Then the reverse happens. Seven's breathing is becoming labored at the combined stimulus of her touch and Kathryn's tongue and fingers playing her like a tightly strung instrument.

Kathryn places her hands on Seven's hips and pushes up to her knees. She appraises the writhing body and the hypersensitive skin that ripples at the lightest of touches, to the swollen, abused nipples that Seven continues to pinch and pull, past the heaving chest, over the corded, arched neck, past the panting, full, luscious lips, until she reaches Seven's closed eyes.

A smoldering, demanding, husky, laced with love, "Look at me." has Seven's heavy-lidded eyes opening. Deep seeded blue eyes that glow with the intensity of Seven's love, are revealed. The look is pure desire, a desire so intense that it robs Kathryn of her breath and claims all of her soul.

Kathryn's hands skim up Seven's knees and down her inner thighs, lightly caressing the twitching skin. Her fingertips scratch at the very edge of the darker blond hairs. Seven's hip arch up, desperate for more contact. She moans as Kathryn trails her fingertips back to her hips. The bewitching fingertips draw light, soft, erotic circles, eliciting a pleading, husky, "Please Kathryn."

With a husky, intimate chuckle, "You do realize that arousal can be sustained for a very long time." A moan vibrates through Seven as her hips increase their agitation. Kathryn grips her hips and holds them down, "No."

With a deep shuddering breath, Seven stops her hips. And with a trusting gaze, she nods. Kathryn leans down and rewards Seven with kisses near the edge of her darker blond hairs. She trails her tongue along the edge of flesh and hair. Occasionally grasping and pulling on a few hairs with her teeth.

Seven's hips push up, desperate for more contact. She groans as once again Kathryn withdraws contact except for the teasing fingers on Seven's hips.

"What you felt in the holodeck was nothing to what you are about to experience." Kathryn slowly and lightly trails her fingers through the darker blond hairs. She studies the erratically jumping pulse in Seven's neck as one finger dips further down and finds the little hard ridge of desire.

She slowly coerces the nubbin to harden further, resulting in the spasmodic thrust of Seven's hips. Kathryn pulls away from the aroused nubbin and trails her finger back through the hair, occasionally pulling on them, to Seven's hips.

Kathryn caresses Seven's hips and strokes up the soft inner thigh. She smiles as Seven opens her hips wider. She reverses the stroke, reaching Seven's inflamed tender flesh. She leans closer and softly blows the warm heat from her mouth on the inflamed labia, eliciting a moan and frantic thrusts of Seven's hips.

The tip of her tongue eases out and hovers over the hard ridge, tantalizing Seven before flicking quickly and hard at the engorged nubbin. Kathryn smiles as the hard and then gentle swipes of her tongue creates another fitful jerk of Seven's hips. She is rewarded with a burst of more arousal.

Seven's arousal glistens on the curly hairs as Kathryn continues to slowly drag her tongue randomly over the engorged nubbin, occasionally running her teeth over it and pulling gently. Her hands persist at stroking the inner thigh as Seven's hips sporadically begin moving.

Kathryn's tongue, with long, slow sweeps, trails down the tender flesh, worshiping the texture and flavor that is uniquely Seven's. She gathers the evidence of Seven's arousal on her tongue and returns to the hard ridge, bathing it in the elixir of Seven's arousal. One hand begins to pinch the nubbin as her tongue slides back down the folds and unexpectedly delves into the heat and moisture emanating from Seven's opening. Kathryn moans as she delves deeper into the opening, desperate to consume every last drop of the intoxicating sweetness that is Seven's arousal.

Seven rears off the bed and grasps, with her right hand, Kathryn's head harder to her pelvis. She arches back, keeping her hand on Kathryn's head, as her head touches the bed. An impending orgasm builds in Seven's tightly strung body, when abruptly Kathryn pulls back and reverts to only the stroking of Seven's inner thighs.

A wide eyed bewildered Seven gasps for breath as she pleads, "Please Kathryn. I need you to...oh please Kathryn." Her whole body is rigid, waiting to explode into an orgasm so intense it will scorch her very soul.

In a voice lower and rougher than Seven has ever heard from Kathryn, "Tell me what you want?" Seven's hands push her up and closer to Kathryn, and with a feral growl, "I want you and only you. I want you to take me and make me yours." Kathryn's nostrils flare as the aroma of new arousal exudes from Seven. Her blue-grey eyes darken with sheer desire as a fierce seductive smile curls her lips.

Kathryn's fingertips trail up Seven's hyper-sensitive body, creating wakes of pleasure. She grasps the heaving breasts and rubs her thumb over the engorged, distended, throbbing nipples. Seven moans as her arousal increases.

Kathryn palms the heaving breasts as a promise to return and continues stroking her fingertips to the wildly erratic pulse in Seven's neck. Kathryn brackets Seven's face with her hands and watches as Seven's tongue wets her suddenly dry lips.

With passion throbbing through her husky timbre, "I love you, Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix 01, Annika Hansen. I am so fortunate that of all the starships to be lost in the Delta Quadrant, that it was Voyager." Kathryn leans forward and kisses her with a slow sensual completeness that causes an even greater flood of arousal to exude from Seven.

Kathryn releases Seven's lips with a lingering nip as a promise to return. She trails her lips down the trembling neck and places a kiss in the hollow of Seven's neck. Her hands trail over Seven's collarbones as her lips continue their descent.

Seven's breathing becomes frantic as her body begins to quiver from the elevation of her arousal. The intense feelings threaten to scathe her with their intensity. Her back arches, thrusting her engorged nipples further out as Kathryn's sultry, demanding mouth blows warm breath across an aching nipple.

Her other nipple is pinched, rolled and pulled until every nerve ending is centered in the abused nipple. The nipple is released, allowing the breast to bounce back and it's immediately covered and palmed relentlessly by Kathryn.

Kathryn flicks her tongue out, barely grazing the engorged nipple that seems to rise up to meet the hot wet muscle. She smiles as the nipple quivers from the slight touch as her tongue licks around the areola, avoiding the abused nipple. Her mouth lowers until her teeth surround, and then clasps the nub, pulling hard. A gasp of pleasure, from the added stimuli, rushes out of Seven.

Kathryn's tongue teasingly glides over the swollen nub in her mouth. She pulls harder as the teeth rasp over the nipple as it slides free and bounces back. It is red, swollen and throbbing. Kathryn's hand palms the breast as she kisses her way to the other breast.

Seven is writhing in desire. She grasps Kathryn's head as she treats Seven's other nipple with the same loving attention. The feeling is so intense that she can do nothing but moan, thrust her hips upward looking for any friction to stop the aching in her pelvis, and submit to Kathryn's slow, teasing, devouring thoroughness.

Kathryn kisses down the scarred torso, worshiping the contrasting metal bands and the soft smooth skin. Her fingers lightly tease the skin and smiles as she feels the ripples of pleasure rolling through Seven's body.

Seven's legs open wide as Kathryn continues down her body. She places a loving kiss in the darker blond hairs. Seven arches even further off the bed as Kathryn proceeds to lick her way to the throbbing hard nub. She traces the nub and then moves further down and thrusts, repeatedly, her tongue deep into Seven's opening. She laps at the torrent of arousal that is soaking Seven's hairs.

Kathryn's tongue is joined by her fingers. Her tongue reluctantly leaves the wonderful, sweet tasting arousal and moves back to the hard nub. Her fingers are poised at Seven's opening.

The husky timbre vibrates through Seven's hyper-sensitive body. Particularly her rigid nub as Kathryn's moist breath bathes the quivering nubbin, "Seven, look at me."

Seven struggles to push herself up with her left hand. She meets the lascivious gaze of Kathryn with her own smoldering lustful look.

Kathryn closes her teeth over the hard ridge and thrusts three fingers into Seven at the same time. Seven's eyes roll back as wave after wave of intensified desire speeds through her hyper-sensitive nerve endings.

The combined points of pleasure has Seven writhing all over the bed. Kathryn rasps her teeth along the nub, as she continues to thrust harder and deeper with her fingers.

Seven's heels connect with Kathryn's rear and uses that purchase to pull Kathryn harder against her. Her body arches off the bed and pauses in mid air.

Kathryn reaches up, pinches the hard nub between her fingers, as she rasps her teeth over it, and starts to hum.

The sensations are too much for the hypersensitive Seven. Her body is racked by wave after wave of intense pleasure as she screams, "Kathryn!" She is helpless as convulsions course through her highly aroused body. She falls limp to the bed, unable to move except for the occasional twitch of a muscle.

Kathryn slows her thrusting and smiles against the hard ridge. Her fingers curl inside of Seven and finds the rough patch. She softly fingers the area and watches as new ripples of pleasure course through Seven. She incrementally rubs harder and is rewarded with Seven hips beginning to twitch.

The twitching intensifies until Kathryn can barely sustain contact with the rough patch and suckle on the hard ridge. The rapidly thrusting hips threaten to throw both women off the bed.

Seven's hips surge off the bed and she screams as a new intense orgasm claims her soul. Kathryn's own orgasm, rages through her, matching the intensity of Seven's.

The shared orgasm ripples through both women as Kathryn continues her demanding thrusts and pinching of the hard ridge. Her tongue swipes at the outpouring of Seven's essence, moaning at the intoxicating taste.

Seven's heels are planted in the bed and thrusts her hips up, carrying Kathryn with her. Seven screams as a more powerful orgasm assails her body, rippling from her pelvis to the tips of her fingers. Seven's hips hover in the air and then she collapses to the bed, as every muscle goes limp.

Reluctantly Kathryn removes her fingers, licks them clean and places a promising kiss on the hard nub. She kisses her way up Seven's satiated, heaving body to the full lips of her love. Kathryn places a soft, sensual kiss on the lips and all over her face, whispering soft words of love. She gathers Seven to her and rolls over.

Seven's voice is deep and threaded with passion, "Kathryn, I never knew." Kathryn kisses Seven's forehead and strokes the tousled head as smaller aftershocks continue to ripple through Seven's body. Reciprocal aftershocks ripple through Kathryn.

"I know love. Just rest." "What about you?" Kathryn raises Seven's chin and kisses her lips, "I'll still be here when you wake up."

"You do realize my eidetic memory will allow me to recall everything." A deep husky chuckle wafts over Seven's face,

"I'm counting on it, love." Kathryn pulls her closer and lightly traces the full luscious lips of Seven. She deepens the kiss, feeling small shudders ripple through Seven, as she explores the texture and warmth that she has come to love and need. Regretfully, Kathryn ends the kiss, nipping at the full bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue.

Seven smiles as she nuzzles her head onto Kathryn's shoulder and falls a sleep. Kathryn pulls Seven closer and smiles as she joins her in slumber.

The End

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