Annika Can Be Reached
by Angelina Vansen (angelina@gunmetaldark.com)

RATING: R
CODES: J/7, C
SUMMARY: A drabble, based on something Paris Jefferson said

The Captain was flushed; she'd obviously been having a heated discussion with Seven of Nine in her Ready Room. For once, the normally unflappable Seven looked quite rattled. As they entered the turbolift next to Chakotay, he cheered silently for Kathryn, glad she had put the cocky Borg in her place. He had known she would. Allowing himself a moment of victory, he made sure Kathryn was preoccupied before shooting Seven of Nine a quick, sarcastic grin. He expected her to look away. She didn't. She smiled back, showing him a couple of little curly auburn hairs between her teeth.

THE END

THE SHAPE OF HER
by Angelina Vansen (angelina@gunmetaldark.com)

RATING: PG-13
CODES: J/7
SUMMARY: Little drabble I wrote to christen the JanewaySlash group. Hope you like. Apologies to Christina Dunhill, from whom I shamelessly stole the title and the first line.

Somewhere a woman prepares to love another woman for the first time, and wonders: is she ready? Especially when she prizes perfection above everything. When she has to demonstrate the whole beauty of lovemaking at once, and can't just fumble around for a while before laughing, calling it first-time nerves. When she is forty-six, small-boned, with none of her lover's Amazon beauty. How will Seven feel when her palms enclose her Captain's B-cup breasts, find there is only a handful? Will she smile, say "Kathryn, you're beautiful", kiss her breathless as Mark had? Such thoughts were fragile, delicate, disturbing. Arousing.

THE END

Is That Why They Call Me a Sullen Girl?
by Angelina Vansen (angelina@gunmetaldark.com)

RATING: NC-17
CODES: J/7, C, Seven's POV
SUMMARY: Series of three drabbles from Seven of Nine's POV, thinking about how different things would be if she was Janeway's lover. The title is from Fiona Apple's "Sullen Girl".


If I had woken up next to her this morning, I would have kissed her gently, as she stirred. The bed would have been rumpled, because we would have made love the night before and then fallen asleep, still sticky and smiling, in each other's arms. I could have kissed her awake, her lips still tasting of my own musk, her tongue as artful as it had been the night before. We would probably have been too tired to actually make love again, but it wouldn't have mattered. There was last night, and there would also be tonight, as well.

If I had woken up next to her this morning, perhaps Commander Chakotay wouldn't get to me so much. Sitting on the bridge with his dark eyes full of lust while he should be serving her. Please don't let her be fucking him. Are their dinner meetings only a cover for their copulation? Does he know the things I fantasise about? Has he tasted her lips, her nipples, her sex? Have his hands made her come? Days like this I long for a conflict, something where she will take a trademark reckless chance. Then I watch and love his disappointment

If I had woken up next to her this morning, I wouldn't have this urge to pick a fight with her. To challenge her, disappoint her. Make her notice me. If this is the only way to get into her Ready Room, then so be it. If we were lovers, I'd be right here on my knees in front of her, listening to that husky voice cry out its pleasure rather than its disappointment. Tasting her salty juices. Controlling the pace of her love, her lust. Instead, I play the moody borg. That's why they think I'm a sullen girl.

THE END


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