Spurs and Shut Eye part 1
by Diana Anderson

sleep, v: take rest afforded by a natural suspended state.
   Seven blinked and read the definition again.  That certainly did not
help matters.
   The Doctor had ordered her, against her protests, to begin sleeping.
She would still reginerate in her alcove but only 1-2 hours a day, then
sleep for six.  He had even prepared a small sleeping chamber in a
seperate room attached to the Sickbay.
   The Doctor had prepared  her indequately for sleeping.  He himself
did not sleep and was therefore unexperienced in such matters.  When she
reginerated she slet, but that was activated by the regineration cycle,
it did not occur naturally.
   She had asked B'Elanna Torres, the chief engineer , how one fell
asleep and her answer had been terse as usual.
   "You just do, that's all," she said.
   The response was unilluminating at best, and it was getting late.
The doctor would be hailing her soon.
   The doors behind her opened and she heard small steps approach.
   "Naomi Wildman," she stated, not turning around.
   "What are you working on?" the little girl asked.
   "Nothing," she said, shutting off the Astrometrics display. "I am
retiring for the evening, to sleep."
   "I thought you reginerated."
   "I do, but tonight the doctor wants me to sleep."
   "When I was little sometimes I was scared to sleep by myself.  Are
you scared to sleep by yourself?"
   "No."  She quirked an eyebrow up. "You are not little now?"
   "No."
   She smirked a little at the response. "You may accompany me to
Sickbay if you wish.  That's where I'll be sleeping."
   "Why there?"
   "The doctor wants to monitor me."
   "Oh."
   Naomi decided it was her job to lead Seven through the ritual of
going to bed.  She made her change into Starfleet issue pajamas and lie
on the bed.
   "Here, this always helps," she said, putting a stuffed bear next to
Seven.
   "Thank you," she said, in a tone a tad too serious for a Borg lying
in bed with a tedy bear.  Her hair was undone from it's pins and was
draped across the pillow.
   A rather imposing figure appeared in the doorway and leaned against
the frae,arms crossed.  She watched rather bemusedly as Naomi treted
Seven like her own six-foot ex-Borg toy doll.
   Naomi pulled the covers over Seven gingerly.  "I'm ucking you in
now."
   "Miss Wildman, isn't it past your bedtime?"
   Captain Janeway's voice startled her a little and she turned
around."But-"
   "I'll take over from here, you're relieved."
   "Yes Ma'am," she answered smartly. "Goodnight, Seven."
   "Goodight."
   Janeway watched the girl leave and turned her attention to Seven.
   "I thought you were upset with me," Seven commenetd.
   "Oh I am, you're lucky I didn't throw you in the brig today for
you're behavior.  If you were in Starfleet I could charge you with
insubordination.  Sometimes I think you argue for the sake of arguing."
   Seven rose an eyebrow but said nothing.
   "This is serious business.  You will not behave like that in front of
the crew again.  If you want to argue with me, do it in private.  You
shouldn't be arguing with me at all, anyway.  I've been tolerant of this
for a while now."
   "That's because you enjoy it."
   "That's ridiculous."
   Seven raised herself up on her elbows and gave her a smoldering look.
"It arouses you sexually."
   "I think your implants need an adjustment."
   "Would you like to examine me?" she asked, hand going to the buttons
on her shirt.
   "Annika Hansen," she growled warningly.
   "Kathryn Janeway," she growled back, imitating the Captain's tone.
   "I mean it Seven, the next time you make a scene like that I'll throw
you in the brig."
   "Understood," she said, lying back down on the bed.
    "Then you won't do it again, correct? Seven? Seeveeeen?"
   "Captain?"
   Janeway clenched her jaw and threw her one of her most dangerous
looks, but it bounced off Seven like a rock off a Borg sheild.
   "You are the most stubborn person I have ever known."
   She considered the comment. "Thank you."
   Jeway snorted and walked closer to the bed.  "I see you're all ready
for bed," she commented, picked up the stuffed bear.
   "I'm apprehensive of this experience."
   "Why?"
   "I don't feel adequately prepared."
   "Not tired huh?"
   "No, I've been told to count sheep, whatever that entails, drink warm
milk, which is disgusting, and Naomi assured me this bear has soothing
qualities," she took the bear back from Kathryn.  "But none have
worked."
   "You know, a good rubdown always relaxes me."
   "Rubdown?"
   "Massage."
   "And who gives you these rubdowns?" she asked, her voice quavering a
little.
   "Holodeck massuese, Seven, perfectly professional.  I can try it on
you if you like, it's quite enjoyable.  Take your shirt off."
   "Will you be taking yours off as well?"
   "Uh, no."
   "Then where's the enjoyment?"
   Janeway mumbled something that sounded like "smartass" as she closed
the door to the room.  When she turned around Seven was finishing
removing her top and sat waiting patiently, bare from the waist up.
Janeway's mouth watered at the sight of those soft perfect breasts.  She
swallowed hard.
   "Lay down on your stomach."  The bed was low enough for Janeway to
crawl onto easily.  She straddled Seven's shapely ass ad began to slowly
rub her back in small circles.  Seven exhaled and closed her eyes.
   Control, show some control here.  You're just here to help her relax,
not pounce her like a Vulcan going through pon farr.  She relaxed a
little, settling her weight onto Seven as she stroked her back.
   "That's very pleasant," Seven murmered.
   It was getting warm, Janeway's breathing was growing labored.  She
unzipped her uniform coat and threw it off.  She was moving against her,
rocking her hips as she moved her hands up and down Seven's back.  She
was riding her, if she was only wearing spurs it would be perfect.
   Seven could feel Janeway's reaction and could tell she was
stimulated.  She rocked back genty against her, feeling her breath
quicken in response.  Reaching back she ran her hand up Janeway's thigh
delicately, just touching the cloth with her fingertips.
   Kathryn leaned down and touched her lips to the bare skin of Seven's
back, only to be interupted by the brittle tones of the EMH.
   "I certainly hope you are not planning to have sexual relations,
Seven needs her rest."
   "That door was closed for a reason," the Captain growled.
   "This is my sickbay and I'm ordering you out.  Visiting hours are
over," he said tartly as he took readings with his tricorder, an
imperious look gracing his features.
   The Captain was irritated but stood and put her jacket on.  "Alright,
Dctor. Goodnight, Seven." She began to walk past the Doctor when he made
another cmment.
    "Don't forget a kiss goodnight."
   "Okay," she said, pecking him on the cheek.  He gave her an irritated
look.  She smiled at him and then turned to give Seven a quick kiss on
the cheek.
"Sleep well, Annika."
  "Goodnight."
   Seven spent the next 5.8 hous staring at the ceiling.  She though
about slipstream technology, projected claculations, and thought about a
certain red headed Captain.
   The issue of their constant confrontations plagued her thoughts.
They were more than simple disagreements, something else was flavoring
them.  Before she interpreted Janeway's reaction as simple irritation or
anger but recent experience had led her to believe these confrontations
were a source of arousal for the Captain.  Perhaps she could test the
theory .
   After the restless evening Seven reported for a briefing involving
the command officers.  A nebula had been discovered nearby and Janeway
wanted it investigated for the unusual readings it was emitting.
  A probe would be needed, but not just any probe, one which could
withstand the intense radiation of the nebula.
   "A Starfleet issue probe with Borg sheilding should suffice," Seven
stated.
   "Agreed.  You and B'Elanna start on it ASAP.  Let's get going then.
Dismissed."
   Everyone rose to leave, each caught up in seperate conversations.
Seven waited until they all left, then rose her eyes to Captain Janeway.
   "Did you get any sleep?" Kathryn asked gently.
   "No.  I am concerned about this nebula project.  It is highly
unlikely that anything of significance will be found there.  It is a
waste of time."
   "Exploration is never a waste of time.  One day that's how we'll find
our way home."
   Kathryn wasn't biting.  Seven had to approach at a different angle.
   "You are still following Starfleet priorities in a place where they
are no longer relevent.  It compromises your service to this vessel."
   The Captain's jaw set and she stood from her chair.  "That is WAY out
of line."
   "Is it?  I find your continuing devotion to these ideals cripple you
at times."
   "that's absurd, it's probably the only thing that's kept us alive."
   "But has it got you home?"
    Janeway bit the inside of her cheek.  "And do you have any better
approaches?"
   "Yes," she stated."Ignore the nebula.  Exploration is irrelevent."
She stood and clasped her hands behind her back.  I will not participate
in this endeavor."
   She took a couple breaths and ran the problem through her brain.  She
could order Seven to do it but that would probably get her no where.
There was something going on her.
   "I don't know what the issue is here Seven, but I don't have time to
argue with you."
   Seven stepped in front of the door, blocking her exit.
   "Seven, this is ridiculous.  Stand aside."
  "I will not comply.  You will have to move me."
   The muscle in Janeway's jaw was twitching now.
   "You are not leaving this room."  Seven grabbed the front of
Janeway's uniform and pulled her close, the smell of her perfume wafting
over her.  She inhaled it deeply as she leaned down and touched her lips
gently to Kathryn's.  After a soft kiss she pulled back.
   "You're aroused."
   Kathryn was too flustered to answer, her cheeks were flushed and her
heart was pounding away in her chest.
   "You bet your implants I'm arousd."
    Seven reached up and undid her hair, letting it flow down to her
shoulders.  "Computer, lock this door, priority one."
   Janeway swallowed as she watched the unfolding display.  She was so
turned on she felt dizzy, blood was rushing to places other than her
brain.  This was really not the time or place but Holy cow those were
great tits!  Hooray for Borg perfection!
   Asheen of sweat broke out on her forehead as she watched Seven remove
her clothes and toss them aside.  She now stood in front of her in full
naked glory, her hands on her hips.
   Janeway was visibly swooning and she has to shake her head a little
to clear it.
   Seven tilted her head. "This vessel requires boarding, Captain."
   Finally Kathryn's brain began to function and she pushed Seven back
against the wall, pushing her legs apart.
   "I want you, Seven.  I want to take you right here.  Are you ready?"
She ran her hand down to the apex of Seven's legs and tested the
entrance, savoring the wetness that coated her fingers.  They both
shivered at the sensation.  Kathryn pushed herself against Seven, who
was pressed into the cool wall behind her.  The cool behind her and the
heat in front of her was exhilerating.  She leaned down and bit
Kathryn's neck gently and moaned in her ear.
   "I need you right now," she growled.
   Janeway's head cleared for a few seconds.  This really isn't
appropriate.  She felt Seven reach down, grasp her wrist, and press her
hand against the wet flesh.  The reasonable part of herself skittered
away, replaced by a grinning horny devil.  Life was good.
   She pushed her fingers inside the writhing woman, who sighed into her
ear in approval.
   She pounded into her hard and quick, meeting no resistance.  Seven
was so aroused her inner msles accepted Kathryn's intrusion easily,
rocking against her.  Her juices ran down the Captain's hand freely and
she murmered little noises in her ear, which aroused her further.  She
could feel herself getting wet but tried to ignore it, tired to
concentrate on Seven.
    She lowered her lips to Seven's breasts and sucked roughly on a
nipple.  It seemed like every little touch was driving Seven wild and
she squealed in approval, arching her back.
  She pushed her back against the wall and switched to the other nipple.
   Seven ran her hands down t Kathryn's waistband and shoved her pants
and underwear down swiftly, just enough to give her access to what she
wanted.
   Kathryn jerked and sucked her breath in as she felt Seven begin to
fondle her clitoris.  She was so ready that the slight touch felt like
an electric shock.  She reeled back a little but the blonde ex-Borg
pulled her back.
  The way she moved against the Captain indicated how she wanted to be
touched and they moved against each other, speeding up, slowing down,
until they both exploded into an orgasm and ended up tumbling to the
floor together.
   Janeway felt a moment of absurdity as she lied on the confrence room
floor with her pants around her ankles until she remembered how she got
there.  A little smile carressed her features and she rolled over to
look into the achingly blue eyes of her partner.
  "That was incredible," she smiled.  Seven could only nod as she tried
to catch her breath.  They both felt shakey and spent.
   "The bridge crew is probably wondering where I am," Kathryn whispered
faintly.
  "Tell them you were arguing with me."
   "i could argue like this all day," she murmered.
   "It is enjoyable, but I must help Lt. Torres with the probe."
   "So you're going to work on it?"
   "Yes," she answered as she began to search for her clothes. "I was
only antagonizing you."
   "I should've known," she smirked, pulling her pants up and
refastening them.  She watched a completely naked Seven begin to search
for a missing shoe, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.
   "How do you know me so well?  You've always known how to push my
buttons."
   Seven contemplated the question as she pulled back on her blue
catsuit.  "I'm not really sure, perhaps I am efficient at judging your
responses." She put her hair up and turned towards Kathryn, who was
sitting on the floor.
   "I have to leave. I'll speak to you later."  The tall blonde leaned
down and kissed Janeway gently on the cheek.
    "I know the Doctor wants you sleeping in the Sickbay but I'd like
you to stay with me tonight."  She stood and straightened her uniform.
   "Agreed."  She kissed her again, this time on the lips, and left the
conference room.
    Kathryn watched her leave and smiled to herself.  This day was
starting out great.  Hot damn, sometimes the Delta quadrant wasn't too
shabby.

End of part one.
 

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