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Deadlier than a Scorpion’s Sting – Chapter 12
By Kudara
Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager and crew belong to
Paramount/Viacom and no infringement of copyright/trademarks is
intended. The only thing I lay claim to is the solar system I
created for Pegasi 51, the background and culture of the
Pegasian’s, and the original character Alexa Nikoleon.
Note: This story diverges from the canon storyline during the
events of Scorpion II, and thus is essentially, an AU story.
Rating: Mature
Feedback: Always welcome, feedback is what encourages me to keep
writing. Please let me know what you like and what you dislike
about the story.
Revision History: 06/07/07
Summary: A meeting in Sickbay and Seven’s first night without
Borg exoplating.
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Stardate 51029.5 (Fri, 11 Jan 2374 18:00 GMT)
“Doctor to Lt. Nikoleon,” Alexa’s combadge announced.
Warily, sensing a setback to the evening’s plans, she answered,
“Yes, Doctor.”
He
promptly responded, “Seven needs to come to Sickbay as soon as
she finishes her regeneration cycle. Just a few scans to make
sure everything’s ok,” he finished cheerfully.
With an internal howl of protest, she reluctantly replied, “I
understand Doctor.” Seven was not going to be pleased, she
thought while closing the communications channel.
Thirty minutes later.
“Regeneration cycle complete,” the computer announced.
Seven stepped out of the alcove; she didn’t immediately glance
at Alexa, but instead stared fixedly at the wall. The Borg took
in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring.
Alexa understood, for she shared the same feelings of
frustration, “There’s nothing I can do, I just wish I had
realized earlier that he would want to check you over.”
Seven closed her eyes with a deep sigh, “I understand.” The
Borg looked up; her blue eyes met Alexa’s, and softened. “We
should go now,” she stated resignedly. On their way to the
door, she paused for a moment and looked curiously at the small
figurines placed on a shelf near Alexa’s bed.
“I’ve picked them up from some of the planets where we’ve
stopped, it’s a good way to remember the places and people we’ve
met out here,” Alexa explained, after noticing what had
attracted Seven’s attention. “I’ll tell you the history of each
of them sometime.” Seven nodded, taking one last look before
proceeding toward the door once again.
They saw only a few people on their way to the turbolift, all of
whom nodded or greeted them, and stared at them in open
curiosity. The Borg found their behavior reassuring; curiosity
was preferable to the fear the crew had displayed before the
removal of her armor. Once at the turbolift they had to wait a
moment for a lift to arrive at their deck. When the turbolift
doors opened, Alexa was surprised to see Lt. Torres, Lt. Paris
and Ensign Kim within the lift until she realized it was Alpha
shift’s dinnertime, and people were headed to and from the
Messhall on the second deck.
“Lieutenants, Ensign,” Alexa greeted them as she and Seven
stepped into the lift, amused at their assorted reactions to the
blonde’s appearance. Paris and Kim were openly staring at the
Borg woman in unmistakable appreciation, while Lt. Torres gave
both the blonde and the two men a narrow-eyed annoyed stare.
“Seven, this is Lt. B’Elanna Torres, Lt. Tom Paris, and Ensign
Harry Kim,” she quickly made the introductions even though she
knew Seven had already recognized them.
The three officers barely had time to respond, “Hello,” before
the lift stopped and the doors opened once again.
As
she and Seven stepped out, Lt. Paris called after them brightly,
“Have fun in Sickbay,” most likely figuring out their
destination from the fact they were getting off on Deck 6.
Seven stopped and turned, raising her brow. “Doubtful,” she
returned, employing the same dry tone as the doors closed.
Alexa chuckled, amused at the blonde’s response, and pleased
that the Borg understood that Lt. Paris was being sarcastic.
‘I
do not believe I would have without the neural link, our
discussions about human behavior have been very informative. I
also sensed your response to his comment, which served to verify
my interpretation of it,’ Seven responded to the Pegasian’s
thought.
Alexa nodded thoughtfully as they made their way to Sickbay,
reminded of how Seven had initially learned to recognize the
emotions she was experiencing by Alexa identifying them for
her. As they walked through the Sickbay doors, the Pegasian was
surprised to see the Doctor and Captain Janeway in the Doctor’s
office huddled together over a padd. Alerted by the sound of
the door, or perhaps just the motion of them entering, the
Captain looked up. Alexa noticed that her eyes flitted between
Seven, the padd, and back once again to Seven. Immediately the
Pegasian wondered if the Doctor’s search for Seven’s identity
had finally been successful.
‘My
identity,’ Seven echoed uncertainly through the link. She
knew that the Doctor had been trying to match her DNA with those
on file in the Federation database, but her analysis had
indicated that he would fail. Voyager’s database held only a
relatively small number of DNA identification references, the
majority of which were Starfleet members. Thus, she had
calculated only a 1.5 percent chance that the Doctor would
succeed in finding a familial DNA match.
The two women watched as the Captain stood up, and came toward
them bearing the padd and followed closely by the Doctor.
“Seven, Lt. Nikoleon,” Janeway greeted them, but Alexa noticed
the Captain’s eyes were almost solely focused upon Seven.
“Seven, we’ve found a genetic match to your DNA,” she handed the
padd to the Borg.
Alexa watched with equal parts concern and curiosity as Seven
scanned quickly through the padd, the Borg’s thoughts and
feelings a confused tangle through their link. There was a
flare of angry emotion, and then the blonde abruptly handed the
padd to her. Alexa reflexively glanced down at it, and the
image of a smiling blonde haired girl immediately captured her
attention.
Annika Hansen, she read, born Stardate 25479 on Tendara colony,
parents Erin and Magnus Hansen. Alexa continued, the Hansen’s
had been highly respected exobiologists, and recipients of a
Federation research grant to study the Borg. Obviously, they
had decided to take their four-year-old daughter along with
them.
Alexa glanced up in wonder, considering the woman beside her
anew now that she knew more of her past, Annika Hansen, it
sounded Nordic perhaps, she thought. It would definitely fit if
it were; the tall blue-eyed blonde would certainly blend in with
the population of any of the Nordic homelands of Earth.
‘Nordic?’
queried Seven.
‘Very
northern region of Europe on Earth, comprising of the old Earth
nations of Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway and Sweden, with a
distinctive ethnic appearance,’ answered Alexa, picturing in
her mind the Earth landmasses she was naming. Alexa waited,
certain that Seven had more questions, but the Captain spoke
before the Borg could form them.
“I’m sorry we don’t have more information about your parents,”
Janeway apologized, “that’s everything we had in our database
about them.”
Seven answered frankly, “I had not expected that you would be
able to find a DNA match.”
“It did take an extensive search, but I finally found it in the
Federation Missing Personnel DNA database,” the Doctor
commented, puffing out his chest in self-congratulation.
The Captain shot him a quelling look before continuing, “Your
parents’ research of the Borg was funded by a grant from the
Federation Council on Exobiology. They were required to undergo
a through medical examination before being authorized use of the
USS Raven. Its standard procedure for Federation funded
civilian research projects, and the reason the Federation had
access to their medical information to put their DNA profile
into the Missing Personnel database when they were lost after
deviating from their flight plan and crossing over into the
Romulan Neutral Zone.”
“They were seeking the Borg, they found them,” Seven stated
tensely.
Alexa winced in sympathy, nothing in the information on the padd
or the memories Seven had shared of her parents, gave the
Pegasian an insight into their reasoning, but she could guess.
Erin and Magnus Hansen had been raised on Earth, and had most
likely never been in a moment’s danger their entire lives prior
to searching for the Borg. Alexa had run into that mindset
before. Never having known danger, the person blithely assumed
that safe state would somehow continue, that no matter what
situation they found themselves in, they would magically be
allowed to evade it unscathed. It was an odd type of hubris,
and each time it never failed to amaze her, since the people in
question were usually intelligent in every other way.
Seven turned to her abruptly, staring, ‘Illogical,’ she
protested.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alexa noticed the Captain’s eyes
narrowing, “I know its illogical Seven,” she said aloud. Over
the link she explained, ‘We really shouldn’t be talking over
our link when someone else is with us, it’s not polite. Or at
least if we find it necessary, then we shouldn’t be obvious
about it, especially around Captain Janeway.’ “But there
are a lot of Federation civilians who think that nothing bad can
possibly happen to them, so they go into situations without
considering the risks,” she continued. Meeting Seven’s gaze she
reminded her, “I’ve experienced your memories of your parents,
they loved you, and they would not have knowingly put you in any
danger,” she finished softly, but with conviction. Seven turned
away abruptly, and Alexa knew the Borg was recalling the few
memories she possessed of her parents.
The Pegasian sighed lightly, remembering the moment when she
realized her own parents were just as human and fallible as she
was. She had just turned twenty-six and realized that her
mother had been pregnant with her at this age. She had wondered
how in the world her mother had felt capable of bringing a child
into the world. Alexa certainly knew she didn’t feel adequate
to handle everything the universe could throw at her, much less
protect and guide a child through it. However, by that point in
her life she had realized that she would never achieve the
confidence and strength she had thought her parent’s possessed
when she was a child and teenager, because it had always been
inaccurate. Now that she was an adult herself, she realized
that they had just been adept at hiding their moments of doubt
and insecurity from her.
Drawn out of her thoughts by the weight of it, Alexa looked up
and met the Captains thoughtful grey-eyed gaze. Uncertainly she
returned it, confused as to why her commanding officer was
staring at her in such a manner. There was no anger in it, no
displeasure, merely a steady disconcerting contemplation.
Abruptly, the Captain looked away, turned toward Seven, “The
Federation knew almost nothing about the Borg when your parent’s
received their research grant. They had no way of knowing how
dangerous the Collective was when they went searching for them,”
she stated, “and neither the Federation Science Council or
Starfleet was aware they had taken you with them until several
months after contact was lost. Even with the lack of knowledge
about the Borg, Starfleet would have never agreed to the study
had they known they were planning on taking you with them, but
you were so young that you weren’t enrolled in any school and
the Hansen’s didn’t let anyone know ahead of time.” The Captain
paused a moment then corrected herself, “At least not anyone who
was aware there was the slightest danger, and could have
informed them of the risks.”
Seven turned around at the Captain’s words, facing them once
again. The blonde took in a deep breath, “I will consider this
further at a later time. The Doctor requested my presence here
for a medical scan.” The tone of her voice made it clear that
she did not wish to continue discussing her parent’s or her
newly found identity any longer.
The Doctor glanced at the Captain for permission, and upon
receiving a sharp nod, he picked up his medical tricorder and
beginning his scans beginning with Seven’s cortical implant.
“The alterations to your cortical node are complete and appear
to be stable; you should have complete control over nanoprobes
and most of your optical implant functions.”
Seven tilted her head slightly, a faraway look in her eyes as
she tested the new functionality. “The alterations are
performing as expected,” she confirmed, “I now have voluntary
control of their functionality, and they should no longer
respond to any Borg transmission.” She turned toward the
Pegasian, her brow furrowed with concern and asked, “Are your
modifications complete?”
“No not quite,” Alexa responded before the Doctor could, “Since
I can’t regenerate it’s taking my nanoprobes a bit longer to
complete the changes to my cortical node. But it should only be
a few more days.”
“What’s this?" the Captain broke in, addressing the Doctor
sharply, “I thought they could no longer be contacted by the
Borg.”
Seven responded first, “We cannot unless we come within 3 meters
of a Borg vinculum, however without these changes the Collective
could send commands to our nanoprobes to cause them to begin
multiplying. That could potentially lead to the formation of
new implants, and perhaps even a replacement neural interlink.”
Her metallic brow rose slightly as she finished, “We felt it
prudent to minimize that possibility.”
Janeway raised her eyebrows slightly, then after a few seconds
her lips quirked in a smile, “Good to see you’re covering all
the bases.”
Seven frowned in confusion as she struggled to make sense of
Janeway’s words.
Before the Captain could explain the phrase’s meaning, Alexa
said, “Think about the idiom in relation to the recent subject
matter that will give you some clues as to how to interpret
unfamiliar sayings.” Then across their link, ‘and if it
still doesn’t make sense I’ll just let her tell you what she
meant, or tell you myself.”
The Borg stared at Alexa, aggravated that she wouldn’t just
inform her of the expression’s meaning.
“I
won’t be around all the time for you, I need to give you the
tools to figure things out for yourself,” the Pegasian informed
her softly.
Seven’s gaze eased, “I will comply,” she agreed. A few seconds
later, she hesitantly offered, “Does the idiom refer to
reinforcing the defensive fortifications of a starbase?”
“It could,” Captain Janeway responded immediately. Alexa
remained silent, recognizing from the Captain’s assertive
posture and tone that she was taking control of the
conversation. “It refers to considering and all aspects of a
situation and anticipating all the potential issues, which you
two seem to be doing in regards to your particular situation and
the Borg.”
Seven promptly corrected her, “The Collective. I am still Borg,
but I am not part of the Collective, nor do I wish to be part of
the Collective.” She paused briefly then continued mindful of
her and Alexa’s conversation two days earlier, “And I no longer
believe assimilation will result in the Collective’s attainment
of perfection.”
Janeway looked slightly startled by this pronouncement, but
before she could say anything the Doctor, quipped, “I’m sure the
crew will be glad to hear that.” Immediately following his
comment, the hologram finished his medical scan with a small
flourish and announced, “All your implants are stable and appear
to be in perfect working order.”
Seven straightened at his words, “Thank you,” she replied
crisply, her eagerness to leave obvious. Turning to the Captain
she questioned, “Is there anything else you require?”
Alexa was torn between absolute mortification and laughter. It
wasn’t as if she didn’t share Seven’s impatience to return to
their quarters…but this was the Captain, one simply didn’t treat
her as an inconvenient obstacle.
Janeway’s eyebrows raised high, whether in annoyance or
amazement, Alexa couldn’t even begin to guess, asked evenly,
“You have plans for this evening?”
“Correct,” Seven answered promptly, “Alexa and I have plans for
this evening.”
Janeway stared at the blonde for a moment then the eyebrows
lowered, and she smiled. Alexa breathed out a silent sigh of
relief. “Chocolate ice cream?” the Captain asked amused.
Alexa’s eyes widened at the words, and a tingle of arousal shot
through her at the images they raised in her mind. Casually she
crossed her arms over her chest, she was moderately certain that
her bra, undershirt, and uniform were thick enough to hide her
reaction, but better to be safe than sorry.
“Chocolate ice cream,” Seven agreed glancing over at the
Pegasian, her gaze sharpening with interest as she felt the
other woman’s reaction to the words through their link. She
finished with the merest hint of a smile, “and other human
experiences.”
Janeway replied indulgently, “Well then enjoy yourselves.”
“I
will comply,” the Borg replied, the smile on her full lips
becoming more pronounced.
A
strangled sound drew everyone’s attention to Alexa, who coughed
into her hand, “Sorry,” the Pegasian apologized when she
finished, her cheeks slightly flushed.
“You will want to be careful exploring new tastes,” the Doctor
cautioned, “Your stomach isn’t used to food, so keep the amounts
very small. No more than thirty grams or so every six hours to
begin with, and you will want to make sure the food is fairly
bland.” He smirked, “You might want to avoid Mr. Neelix’s
culinary creations for awhile.”
Seven raised her brow at this piece of advice, “I will do so,”
she agreed.
Janeway stared at the two women bemused as they left Sickbay.
Her instincts were prodding at her, telling her there was
something going on that she wasn’t seeing, but at the moment she
had no idea what that might be.
“Who knew,” the Doctor commented to the Captain as the doors
closed, distracting her from her thoughts, “that chocolate ice
cream was such an incentive for individuality.”
‘Darn
it Seven,’ Alexa fussed, worried and amused, ‘someday
she’s going to catch on and I don’t know how she’s going to
react. Janeway’s a stickler for the rules, she might find it
amusing in private, but still reprimand us for inappropriate
behavior.’
‘How
should I have replied?’ Seven asked as they stepped into the
turbolift and the doors closed.
‘Well,’
Alexa paused, the turbolift door opened and they stepped out
onto their deck. She was momentarily at a loss, and distracted
by thoughts of what would happen when they reached their
quarters. ‘You could have at least not mentioned the other
human experiences,’ she finished weakly as they stopped at
the door to their quarters, no longer particularly interested in
the conversation.
‘Very
well,’ Seven replied, taking a step nearer that almost
brought them in contact with one another, ‘I will refrain
from doing so in the future.’ The two women stared at one
another intently. The moment had finally arrived, they had no
duties to perform, and no one was expecting them anywhere else.
It would just be the two of them for the remainder of the
night.
Seven was suddenly exquisitely aware of the fact that only a few
thin layers of clothing separated her now from the rest of the
universe, clothing that would be no lasting barrier to Alexa’s
touch. She reached around the other woman and rapidly entered
the access code into the control panel. As soon as the door
opened, she grasped the Pegasian by the shoulders and guided her
backward through the doorway. Once inside they took an abrupt
turn and in the next moment Alexa’s shoulders met the wall as
Seven pressed against her and the blonde’s lips met hers.
The Borg moaned against the Pegasian’s mouth, as she had noticed
two days ago, in the few seconds before Ensign Hickman had
interrupted them, she could feel so much more with her body
armor removed. Right now all she could think of was how Alexa’s
warm, lean, muscular body felt against her own, and was how much
more intense the sensations would be when the clothing that
currently separated them was removed.
Alexa pushed lightly against her shoulders, and Seven pulled
away long enough for the Pegasian to gasp out, “bed,” and
through their link images came of how the two single beds could
be moved to form a double. There was no difference between a
double bed and two singles beside their placement; a double bed
was simply two singles placed side by side. The pedestals were
secured to the decking underneath them with magnetic clamps,
those could be demagnetized and the entire bed moved to wherever
was desired.
Seven felt her entire body tense for a moment in anticipation of
what would occur once the beds were moved. “Agreed,” she
finally managed to reply, forcing herself to release Alexa. As
highly motivated as both women were, it did not take them long
to move both beds together, reposition the mattresses, and
replicate wider sheets to cover it.
“Slowly,” Alexa instructed Seven huskily, guiding her to sit
down on the now double bed. The Pegasian buried her face in the
wheat blonde hair, her hands coming up to remove the pins that
held it. She ran her hands through the newly released pale
locks, “So beautiful,” she whispered, “I want to enjoy all of
you, touch all of you,” she paused, inhaled a deep breath,
“taste all of you.” Seven shuddered at the words, aroused no
less by them than by the images currently flowing through
Alexa’s mind.
The Pegasian pulled away far enough to look down into the Borg’s
face. Raptly Alexa began tracing Seven’s features with her
hands, exploring with her fingertips skin that had been hidden
until now by implants. The blonde tilted her face upwards and
closed her eyes, focusing on the fingers upon her face. The
warm, light touch traced gently around the star shaped implant
near her ear, and then around the external portion of her
optical implant. The fingers stilled against her jaw, and she
drew in a sharp breath when she felt warm lips retracing the
same path. The sensitivity of her remaining external facial
implants was unexpected. She had expected to feel warmth and
pressure, but she could also feel the soft texture of Alexa’s
lips along with the sensation of air passing over the surface of
the implant from the Pegasian’s breath.
She opened her eyes as Alexa offered, “Maybe because they were
covered before, maybe they just have more sensors than the
protective plate that enclosed them, whatever the reason I’m
glad this feels good to you.”
Before Seven could reply, the olive skinned woman covered the
Borg’s full lips with her own. Lips parted, and tongues swirled
gently against one another, creating a delicious friction.
Wrapped within her rising desire, Seven didn’t notice Alexa
unzipping the back of both the jumpsuit and biosuit until she
felt the fastenings of the supportive brace loosening, and then
the warmth of the Pegasian’s hands for the first time upon the
skin of her back. Fingertips stroked slowly along her spine,
and Alexa’s lips left hers and began exploring the skin of her
jaw and neck. The blonde moaned, and leaned her head to the
side; offering up her neck unhesitatingly to the Pegasian’s
wandering lips.
When they were stranded upon the H Class moon, Seven had been
aroused by touching Alexa, but it had been nothing like this.
That had built almost without her conscious recognition, this
however…this was entirely conscious, and as for recognition, she
was achingly aware of every caressing touch, each brush of
Alexa’s lips against her skin, each gentle nip and rake of the
Pegasian’s teeth.
Alexa pushed down the material of the blonde’s clothing, baring
the pale, smooth skin of her shoulders. Lips soon followed,
skimming along the top of the newly exposed shoulder, then
following the elegant line of the Borg’s collarbone. The olive
skinned woman pulled away, and only then did Seven realize how
awkwardly Alexa had been hunched over her. Hazel eyes met blue,
and the Borg couldn’t help but notice how dilated they were in a
clear visual display of Alexa’s arousal, and she did not doubt
that her own eyes were just as dilated.
Caught by the surge of heated anticipation along their link,
Seven focused upon Alexa’s thoughts as the Pegasian knelt
between the Borg’s open knees, her gaze never leaving the
blondes. Seven was surprised at her own passivity; unlike
either time before, she did not feel like taking control. The
only thing she currently wanted was to concentrate on each
stroke of Alexa’s fingertips, each brush of the Pegasians lips,
each graze of the olive skinned woman's teeth upon her newly
bared skin, and to fully experience the reactions and emotions
they were causing within her.
The Pegasian reached up and steadily pulled the jumpsuit down to
Seven’s waist. The Borg was surprised at the level of aesthetic
appreciation Alexa had for her breasts, the size and shape of
them, the color and size, and current prominence of the
nipples. “Lovely,” Alexa informed her huskily right before the
Pegasian cupped their curved roundness. Seven looked down,
immediately noticing and qualifying the difference in shade
between the pale skin of her breasts and the darker skin of
Alexa’s hands. She found it intriguing and arousing, though she
was not entirely certain why such a simple thing as contrasting
skin colors should be so visually pleasing to her.
The movement of the Pegasian’s thumbs slowly sweeping back and
forth was almost mesmerizing, and she watched as they moved ever
so slowly from the outer curves toward the crest. By the time
Alexa’s thumbs circled and then brushed over her nipples, they
actually ached and looked rock hard to the Borg. As she moaned
and arched into the Pegasian’s hands, seeking more contact,
Seven was surprised by the intensity of her own reactions. She
wasn’t certain what was different, but the sensitivity of her
skin seemed different, more intense, than what she remembered
Alexa’s skin sensitivity being when they had made love on the
moon.
“Less nanoprobes,” the Pegasian reminded her, her thumbs
stilling, “they deadened my skin sensitivity and yours.” Alexa
moved her fingers so she was holding both rosy nipples between
her thumb and finger; she squeezed them gently then tugged
slightly.
Seven’s eyes reflexively snapped shut, and she made and
inarticulate sound as the sensation seemed to shoot directly
from her nipples to her groin. She instinctively rocked her
hips against the bed trying to ease the rapidly increasing ache
there.
Alexa continued, “And despite our connection which allowed you
experience my reactions, this is all new to you. And new
experiences are intense simply because they are new.”
As
a warm mouth replaced fingers upon her breast, Seven cried out
her approval, thrusting her breast against the warm depths of
Alexa’s mouth, and reveling in the sensation of the Pegasian’s
teeth and tongue nibbling, caressing and gently tugging her
nipple. As Alexa began alternating between each breast, Seven
was aware of the olive skinned woman removing the support brace,
but the Borg ignored it for the moment, concentrating instead
upon the sensations Alexa’s mouth upon her breasts was evoking
within her body. She made an inarticulate sound of protest when
the Pegasian pulled away
“Lay down,” Alexa urged her, “and let me take this off,” she
tugged at the clothing at Seven’s waist.
Now that she understood Alexa’s intent, Seven was eager to
comply. She laid back and lifted her hips, allowing the
Pegasian to slide both the jumpsuit and biosuit over her hips
and down her legs. As soon as the blonde was completely nude,
Alexa paused for a moment, looking at her body appreciatively.
The Pegasian’s gaze paused at the small patch of blonde curls at
the apex of Seven’s long slender legs, and the Borg found
herself mesmerized by the obvious desire in Alexa’s eyes. The
blonde caught her breath as she watched the darker skinned woman
slowly run her tongue first along her top lip, and then along
the bottom one. Even by itself, the action was provocative and
arousing, but combined with the thoughts running through the
Pegasian’s mind…it was incendiary, and Seven couldn’t help but
moan at the thought of how it would feel when Alexa’s mouth was
actually upon where the Pegasian was staring instead of just
thinking about it and of how the blonde would taste.
At
the sound, the Pegasian’s eyes flickered upward, meeting Seven’s
blue eyes, the Borg wasn’t certain what Alexa saw in her face,
but the Pegasian’s reaction to it was obvious enough. Hunger,
desire, need--even without the link between them Seven believed
she could have correctly interpreted the current expression on
Alexa’s face.
Without any more prelude, the Pegasian’s hands flew to her own
clothing and she began stripping off her uniform. Seven raised
herself up on her elbows and watched appreciatively as every new
inch of skin was revealed before her eyes. With the number of
nanoprobes reduced, Alexa’s skin no longer had a grayish cast to
it, and to the Borg’s surprise, she was finding that she vastly
preferred the warmer dusky tone of the Pegasian’s natural olive
coloration.
As
the last article of clothing fell to the floor, Alexa stalked
toward the bed, “Move towards the center of the bed,” she
commanded softly. The olive skinned woman waited at the edge as
the blonde scooted towards the middle of the bed, then like a
predator stalking her prey, she crept upon the bed on hands and
knees. Hazel eyes locked with blue, Alexa moved steadily up the
blonde’s body until the darker-skinned woman was poised above
the Borg, one hand at either shoulder, one knee between the
blonde’s pale thighs, the other beside a shapely hip.
Seven was aware that she was breathing in short, shallow, rapid
breaths as she stared up at the Pegasian hovering above her,
betraying her eagerness to feel Alexa’s body pressing down
against her own. The olive-skinned woman bent her head, her
lips met the Borg’s full ones, her tongue unhesitatingly darting
out to first taste their lushness then dart between them to
plunder Seven’s willing mouth. Finally, Alexa lowered her body
and allowed her weight to rest partially upon the woman
underneath her.
Seven wrapped her arms around the Pegasian, pulling her closer
and silently urging her to rest more fully upon her.
Hesitantly, Alexa complied, gradually resting more and more upon
the Borg until she was certain that her full weight was not too
much for the blonde to bear. Seven breathed out a quiet sigh of
satisfaction, absorbing the sensation of Alexa’s body against
hers, the weight of it pressing her down into the surface of the
bed underneath her.
“You are so beautiful,” Alexa murmured against the blonde’s
lips, she pulled back further and looked down into Seven’s
face. “So very beautiful,” she whispered.
Seven stared back at her, through their link she could sense the
sudden shift in Alexa’s emotions, and was uncertain how to
respond to both the words and the emotions behind them. The
heated arousal that had been present before had been easy to
understand, but now the Pegasian’s emotions were a confusing mix
of arousal, caring and reverence. It was the last emotion that
puzzled the Borg the most.
“Thank you for allowing me to be your first,” Alexa said
earnestly.
The Borg was confused, and the Pegasian’s thoughts gave her no
further insight. How could this be her first sexual act when
there had clearly been two previous times upon the moon’s
surface?
Alexa smiled at her understandingly, “This is the first time
I’ve been able to touch all of you,” her fingers stroked the
sensitive bare skin of the blonde’s sides, emphasizing the
point. “To make love to you,” she clarified.
“You are correct,” Seven noted. The two women stared at each
other, the blonde’s blue eyes searching curiously; Alexa’s
filled with warmth and tenderness. “Please continue,” whispered
Seven finally in a husky tone.
Alexa’s smile widened into a grin, and now there was a touch of
mischief in it as the Pegasian’s mood lightened, “I will
comply,” she responded.
Alexa’s smile slowly faded as it was superseded by an intent
look of desire. The Pegasian brushed her lips across the
blonde’s full, soft ones, once, then twice, each time pausing
longer to taste and explore them. Eventually she began to move
downward, gliding her lips along the long graceful neck, pausing
to place a kiss in the fragile looking hollow of Seven’s
collarbones. Down further still, rousing the rosy tips of the
blonde’s breasts to stiff attention once more with lips, tongue
and teeth, then finally satisfied with their state, she drifted
lower exploring the expanse of soft skin of the Borg’s abdomen.
Seven shifted restlessly, fevered with anticipation of what was
to occur, as Alexa shifted her position to rest between the
blonde’s pale thighs. Their eyes met for a moment, Seven
looking down her body, absorbing the sight of Alexa poised above
her. Then, obeying the silent plea in the Borg’s blue eyes, the
olive skinned woman shifted her gaze and attention down to the
treasure beneath her. The Pegasian didn’t glace upward at the
slight gasp from Seven as she played teasingly with the soft
blonde curls. She did smile slightly though, when the blonde
bent her legs and parted her slender legs wider in an attempt to
entice the intimate touch the woman so desperately wanted.
Finally, having teased the blonde as well as herself long
enough, Alexa allowed herself to touch the delicate rose-tinted
flesh glistening with the moisture of Seven’s arousal.
A
rather louder cry of approval and the beginning of shallow
rhythmic thrusting motions of the blonde’s hips, drew Alexa’s
attention upward, along the length of Seven’s body and finally
to her face. The Pegasian found herself mesmerized by what she
saw, the blonde’s neck was arched, pressing her head back into
the surface of the bed, and the blue eyes were closed as Seven
focused solely on the sensations she was feeling. Keeping her
touch light and delicate, Alexa slowly circled the blonde’s
sensitive clitoris, carefully not going directly over the harder
flesh yet. Opening herself to their neural link, Alexa could
feel how what she was doing felt to Seven, how much the blonde
was enjoying the steady escalation of her arousal, and yet how
much she desperately also wanted Alexa to rapidly escalate the
nature of the contact.
The Pegasian’s breath caught in her throat as she realized how
strongly Seven wanted to feel her mouth and tongue upon the
silky flesh she was currently touching. “Soon, very soon, I
promise,” she whispered. Blue eyes, dark with arousal, opened
at the softly said words, and as she watched the emotions
flickering within their depths, Alexa dipped her touch lower,
tenderly circling and stroking the blonde’s opening. The Borg
was so aroused that her finger glided easily over the soft
flesh, and as their eyes locked Alexa carefully entered Seven,
achingly aware that she was her friend’s first lover.
Seven found she was having a hard time maintaining the eye
contact Alexa wanted, actively fighting against what seemed to
be an instinctual need to close them. As she felt Alexa’s
finger slide inside her, that instinct grew even stronger making
it almost impossible to keep her eyes open.
‘Then
close them, concentrate on just my touch,’ the Pegasian said
though their link.
Gratefully, the Borg complied, allowing her eyes to close and
concentrating on what she was experiencing. The gentle friction
of Alexa’s fingers against the walls of her vagina as they moved
slowly in and out of her, the pleasant sensation of fullness, of
being filled, they gave by their very presence. Warm lips and a
stroking tongue covered her clitoris, and Seven gasped at the
sudden escalation of contact. Of their own accord, her hips
began moving faster, rocking harder against the contact of
Alexa’s mouth. This was what she had wanted to feel and the
delicate strokes of the Pegasian’s tongue against her felt every
bit as good as she had thought they would. Her breaths became
almost continuous soft cries and gasps as the last of her
control faltered.
The onslaught of sensation and emotion momentary disoriented
Seven, but she knew these emotions, these sensations, and she
had felt them before in Alexa, and to a lesser extent in herself
before upon the moon. She knew what the eventual outcome would
be, and that it was something to be desired not feared. The
thought drifted through her mind that if she had never
experienced this type of contact before, all of these
sensations, the involuntary ways her body was reacting, the loss
of control over her own responses and actions, would have
frightened her. Instead, she focused upon Alexa, the thoughts
and feelings through their link felt as if they were physically
hot: lust, desire, and yet mixed in and thru those was the
gentle concern and caring the Pegasian felt for her. The
emotions grounded Seven, and the momentary fear passed, she
opened her eyes and met Alexa’s warm, gentle caring brown ones.
Completely reassured by what she saw in them, she allowed her
own to close again; refocusing on the sensations the Pegasian’s
touch was creating. Seven cried out in surprise as a new and
different sensation made itself known, and of its own accord her
body arched and thrust, driving Alexa’s fingers even deeper
inside her. She knew immediately where the olive-skinned
woman’s fingers had been pressing, for she had certainly paid
enough attention to the same place within Alexa’s body. From
the Pegasian’s reaction earlier upon the moon’s surface, Seven
knew the sensation could be very pleasant and arousing, but as
Alexa had stated, there was a distinct difference between
feeling Alexa’s reaction through their neural link and
experiencing the same sensation herself first hand.
Seven gave herself over to the sensations coursing through her
body, letting her body move the way it wanted, letting it seek
out ways to intensify the contact between Alexa and herself.
She found it curious, how her body seemed to know how to move:
lifting, thrusting, meeting the Pegasian’s fingers and mouth,
seemingly knowing instinctually how to maintain an ever upward
winding spiral of arousal without any conscious analytical input
to assist it. It was not long before her breathing shortened,
and her body moved jerkily, abruptly losing its previous even
rhythm. She felt her inner muscles clench around Alexa’s
fingers and was aware of her heart rate speeding up, a feeling
of euphoria spread throughout her body. Her mind instinctually
focused upon the woman who had caused her to feel all these
things, ‘Alexa,’ she called through their link at the
same time as she gasped the same aloud.
Immediately she felt the Pegasian move, rising from between her
legs, and moving upward as Alexa shifted lay beside, and
partially upon her. The full body contact, the warmth of bare
skin on bare skin, and the light weight pressing her down into
the surface of the bed beneath her all seemed to intensify the
moment, increasing the sensations and emotions she was
experiencing to new levels. Throughout Alexa’s touch had never
ceased, and to Seven’s surprise she found herself moving once
again against the Pegasian’s hand, the previous orgasm having
only slightly decreasing her level of arousal.
Abruptly Seven’s ability to analyze what was occurring ceased as
she climaxed again, and this time she was only able to form a
wordless cry to Alexa through their link as sensation
overwhelmed her. Reassurance, protectiveness, and caring flowed
back to her as the Pegasian covered her body with her own.
Seven wrapped her arms around Alexa and held on tightly as the
sensations coursed through her. A few moments later as her
heart began slowing she felt the soft brushing of the Pegasian’s
lips across the metallic arch of her cortical node.
“How are you doing?” Alexa inquired softly against the skin of
her cheek.
Seven considered the question, how was she doing? The
adjectives pleased, sated, and contented seemed to accurately
describe her current state. The press of Alexa’s body above
her, the gentle brushing of the Pegasian’s lips upon her face,
and the light caress of Alexa’s hands along her sides only added
to and intensified these feelings. Recalling their second time
upon the moon’s surface and Alexa’s description of how she felt,
Seven replied, “I believe I may be experiencing a moment of
perfection,” consciously using the same words Alexa had used.
There was a bright flare of pleased emotion from Alexa before
the Pegasian replied, “I’m glad.”
Seven felt her lips curving into a responding smile. She didn’t
fight it but instead allowed herself the luxury of simply
enjoying the moment, feeling her body slowly calm. That was
when she became aware of the fact that Alexa’s body above hers
held a certain tension. The Borg stretched slowly, smirking at
the low moan her movement elicited from the woman lying on top
of her. With a smooth, easy move she rolled them both over. “I
believe it is time to experience chocolate ice cream,” Seven
informed Alexa who was now underneath her.
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