By Angela
Copyright: September 21, 1999
Disclaimer-- Paramount/Viacom and some other people I've forgotten own the copyright for StarTrek: Voyager, and all the characters, except one's created by myself, therein.
Author's Note-- This did not begin as a story, it was in fact just thoughts running rampant around in my head the last few days that decided they wanted to be written down. It wasn't until last night that I decided to make this a story involving Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine. This has not been beta'd, so any mistakes are mine alone. This would fall under a PG-13 rating, thanks for your time.

She felt a fleeting touch, and knew it was the one she had been waiting for.

She could not tell how long she had waited, she only knew that this was the moment. There would be no turning back, and she would not want it any other way.

Her body trembled at the thought of what was going to occur, her respiration increased as the touch became more insistent, leaving trails of fire each place it felt.

She tensed for a brief moment, as the touch was replaced by warm lips.

Nodding her head she took a deep lungful of cleansing air, feeling the tension slowly leave her body.

Warm lips were seemingly everywhere, yet nowhere at all.

Her entire consciouseness focused on the sensations that were threatening to overload her brain, fearing she would never recover from whatever was awaiting her.

Again she nodded, not sure of her own voice with the answer.

She watched as her hand was kissed, eyes never leaving hers.

She was startled when her hand was placed on the warm chest, she could feel the thundering heartbeat.

Her hand was brought back up to those lips she longed to feel once more.

Her heart rate increased, as another kiss was placed on the inside of her wrist.

To the inside of her elbow.

She felt the lips on her throat.

Her back arched, the trail of fire searing a path down her sternum.

She gasped when she felt the sudden wet heat of a mouth.

Her skin puckered, as warm breath blew across her.

Arms wrapped around her body, bringing her closer.

Body heat against body heat.

Hands caresseing, molding, squeezing...

She lost herself in the mind altering sensations.

She heard in her ear, her reply was cut short as lips found hers...

She opened her mouth, wanting more...

Intimate touches...

Hands tangling in her hair, keeping her in place.

Her arms around shoulders.

Finally breaking away, shuddering at the experience.

Foreheads touching each other.

Chests heaving.

Pulling away slowly, not wanting to break contact.

Soft smiles.

A hand moving strands of hair out of the way.

Her throat parched.

Gazes locked with one another.

Two halves coming together.

A finger gently tracing her lips.

A kiss, slower, longer, deeper.

Time stops...

Running the glass across her forehead for a brief second, before returning to her desk.

Captain Janeway looked away from the young woman before she asked her next question.

Janeway gazed into Seven's face.

Stopping short of the sensor that would trigger the door to open, Seven turned around.

Seven smiled, opening her mouth to answer the question.

The End.