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Setting and mood: Seven and the Admiral are on the holodeck in their Davinci program. Seven, at the Admirals request, is not wearing her biosuit, but instead, a dress the Admiral had replicated for her. It is red. They are seated on the bench in front of the crackling fire and silence hangs upon them. Not an uncomfortable silence. They had been talking of the Captain at first. The Admiral had been reminded of Sevens genuine devotion to Captain Janeway the minute Seven scolded her for trying to sway her against her captains orders. Right then, the Admiral had decided she needed to try a different angle if she was going to succeed in revealing to Seven that the captain was in love with her.
"The captain takes great care to keep herself professional Seven. She has to."
Seven swallows visibly as the Admiral speaks these words. She studies the Admirals eyes and sees a passion driving behind them. She sees her captain, older yet just as vibrant. She feels the ease at which her own body reclines under the Admirals protection. She feels the warmth of the Admirals body as she gently presses herself closer. The Admiral continues,
"I have no such need, nor the desire to remain so professional."
She strokes her fingers against Sevens starburst and shudders at the feel. The long wait at last over, to finally caress that skin, to let her fingers linger, to let her mouth and eyes wander. The Admiral notices how soft Seven has become, how she has relaxed beneath her.
Halfway leaning, halfway lying, one arm holding her upper body aloft, hovering over Seven, her legs and hips pressed firmly against Sevens reclining beside her. She notices Seven wiggle, the subtle yet intentional thrust of her hips and legs closer to her own. Noticing this, and empowered by Sevens nonverbal consent, she locks eyes with Seven and leans forward, slowly. Watching Sevens eyes. Seven. Her Seven watching her. This moment is everything.
Adding depth to this moment, the Admiral now feels the cool yet warm touch of Sevens hand reach up and gently grab hold of her waist, stroking her, studying her with her hands, gripping her uniform jacket, refusing to let go.
Feeling this surrender from Seven, Admiral Janeway, suddenly rocked by tender memories of their past, watches that hand, is mesmerized by that hand, by Sevens intentional and passionate touch, by Sevens first touch at true intimacy.
Getting lost in such a beautiful sight, being a part of it, she feels as if she has just liberated Seven from the Borg and that time stretches ahead of them for countless years. But she knows better and that this moment, this one moment with Seven is all she has. One last lingering look at Sevens hand, the hand that seems to be committing her waist to memory, and she raises her eyes back to meet Sevens. Full red lips slightly open, shining sapphire eyes almost teary. This moment. Her ocular implant reflecting shimmers of light, threatening to catch a tear should it fall from the Admirals eyes. A mind behind those eyes she could never resist. A mind ready to calculate, demand, scrutinize, analyze, categorize, but also one to learn, to grow, and a heart that loves. Her Seven, her stubborn beautiful Seven. Her Holy Grail. Does she know this? The Admiral wonders and lets the thought trail away. She's confident the captain will not let Seven down.
She swallows hard. She is beautiful. This is Omega. She sends a silent appreciation out to Sevens holy grail. Speaking raw and with hunger,
"At your command, Seven."
The hand gripping the Admirals jacket tightens and releases, searches and caresses. She returns the Admirals gaze and raises her implant, cocks her head to the side. A sly smile. The Admiral nods with that old smirk Seven knows so well.
They both know.
"Engage." Seven whispers.
Losing no time, the Admiral presses closer and pulls every bit of Seven as close to her as she can, she can't stop her hands from being all over her, she knows its sloppy, wishes it wasn't, but doesn't have the power to control herself. She looks to Seven for approval. Seven recognizes her captain, she sees her in the aged version of herself and becomes feral for her, an understanding dawning quickly that the Admiral has hungered for her all these years, and that her very own captain is hungering for her now, just as much as Seven has always craved to know her captains touch.
With the most raw voice she had ever heard come from within herself, "Take all of me NOW, anything you want from me, Captain Admiral Kathryn Janeway. I'm yours. You have always been my Omega, my..." a short pause..."my Holy Grail."
The Admiral pulls back gently to see the sparkle in Sevens eyes break into a grin. "You had better tell that to the Captain too." And then she is on her again.
Seven lets herself become clay in her Admirals hands, lets the Admiral feast upon her. She wants nothing more than for Admiral Kathryn Janeway to ravish her, to destroy her, and to repair her as she knows only Kathryn can do.
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