Touched Again
By Angela
Copyright: September 27,
1999.
Disclaimer--Paramount/Viacom and some other people
I've forgotten about own StarTrek: Voyager and
all characters contained therein, the story is mine
though.
Special Thanks to-- My friend Deb, who let me steal a
line from a story she wrote a while back. This story
is unbeta'd, once again.
Author's Note-- I hope I haven't disappointed anyone
with this sequel of sorts.
"So soon Seven?" Janeway asked as they walked
along the corridors on their way to the
messhall.
"Yes, I believe that I am adapting to this form of
expressing one's self," she replied after handing the
captain another data padd.
"I'll save it for later... if you don't mind?
Unless you'd like me to read it now?" she asked,
hoping that her Astrometrics officer would not ask her
to do so.
"Later might be more appropriate," she answered.
"It is curious..." Seven began then let her thought
trail off.
"What is Seven?" Janeway prompted.
"I find myself telling you one thing, yet at the
same time I wish another," she replied.
"How so?"
"I would much rather you read it now, instead of
later," Seven answered.
Janeway smiled.
"I think any one who creates something out of
their imagination wants to feel validated-to know that
all the hard work that was put into it hasn't been in
vain," she explained as they walked into the
messhall.
"I see... I am simply wondering how you will judge
what I have written," Seven replied.
Janeway stopped and turned to the former Borg
drone.
"Seven, I'm not judging you or what you've
written. You've asked for my opinion on it, but if you
feel that's what I'm doing, perhaps it would be for
the best if I didn't read this," Janeway said, holding
the data padd out in front of her, as if to return
it.
Shocked by the Captain's reply, Seven shook her
head.
"No... Captain. I did not mean to say that, I am
sorry. Please, I would like you to read it,
please."
Nodding once, Janeway kept the data padd.
"All right Seven, I'll read it as long as we're
both agreed that I am not judging you,
understood?"
"Understood Captain."
"Fine. Well, why don't we get something to
drink?"
"Acceptable," Seven replied, relieved to hear that
Captain Janeway would read her story.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Oh dear... I need a drink," Janeway said out loud
after reading Seven's lastest installment.
Walking over to the replicator, she requested a
whiskey.
Glancing at her couch, her eyes locked onto the data
padd that was lying face down on the table. She
relished the slight burn of her drink after taking a
sip.
"I do believe you're adapting quite well," she
muttered to herself.
Going back to the couch, she picked up the data padd
once again, keying the commands, she watched as the
story was brought back to the begining.
Taking another sip, Janeway tucked her legs underneath
her and began to read...
~~~~~~~~~~
The soft sway of her dress was the only sound in her
room...
Next to the beating of her heart.
It was getting late.
She had been anticipating the arrival of her dinner
guest for some time now.
A brief communication earlier explained the
unavoidable delay.
Now, glancing at her watch, a present which she
cherished, she knew any moment...
The door chime snapped her from her thoughts.
Checking her reflection once again, she walked to the
door.
Seconds later the door opened.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"May I come in?" she was asked.
"Yes... of course. Please, come in," she replied,
as her dinner guest pass by.
"Sorry I'm late."
"I understand," she replied.
"Do you? Really?"
She nodded as she walked into her living room.
She felt the warm presence of a hand on her arm, she
turned slowly and gazed into the eyes that captivated
her with their brillance.
"Do you have any idea how much I want you right
now?" The hand moved slowly up her arm. "How much I
crave you... the feel of your skin underneath
mine?"
Soon the other hand joined its partner, trailing up
and down her arms, while she stood perfectly still,
absorbed by the sensations being generated.
"May I taste your lips?"
She answered, by closing her eyes and tilting her head
to one side.
"Tell me what you want," she was asked as
featherlight kisses rained upon her face. "Tell me
what you need," was whispered in her ear. "Tell me
what you desire."
The kisses, moist, warm, and utterly distracting were
driving all resonable thoughts from her mind.
"Tell me what you want, tell me what you need...
tell me what you desire," was the only thing she heard
over and over again.
"You!" she gasped as she surrendered herself to
the passionate assault on her senses.
"I am yours to command," she was told, prior to
being swept of her feet and carried to her bedroom,
where she was placed gently on her bed.
Her breathing had become labored, as hands caressed
her body.
The evidence of her arousal never in doubt.
She awoke sometime later, sated and parched.
Her hand searched the other side of her bed, finding
only cool sheets and a note, instead of the one she
loved.
Opening the note, she read in the dim light:
'I fear that I must leave your side, but only
for the time being. Know that one day, you will never
be alone again.'
Sighing, she placed the note on the nightstand.
Grabbing the other pillow, she brought it towards her
face, inhaling the scent of...
"Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway."
"Go ahead Seven," she replied, putting the data
padd down.
"Have you forgotten our velocity match?"
Seven asked.
Janeway quickly glanced at the chronometer,
wincing.
"I'm sorry Seven. I'll be right there," she said
getting off the couch.
"Understood... Captain?"
"Yes Seven?" Janeway replied.
"Have you had a chance to read it?"
"I have, and I'll let you know what I thought
about it as soon as I get there. Janeway out."
Janeway hoped the velocity match would help relieve
some of the tension she suddenly felt.
The End.
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