SCRATCHING AT THE SURFACE
by Angelina Vansen (angelina@gunmetaldark.com)

RATING: NC-17
CODES: J/7 PWP Includes some J/C intimations.
SUMMARY: Janeway very kindly teaches Seven of Nine how to have some erm ... personal fun. Includes descriptions of Kathryn's Chakotay fantasy


Kathryn Janeway went into the cargo bay, where everything hummed quietly, efficiently, in much the same way that Seven herself seemed to when she was hard at work. Janeway had never realised how suitable a setting this was for the young former Borg until now.

Seven stepped out from behind one of her consoles, arms behind her back, head held high, meeting Janeway's gaze with her usual directness. Seven's eyes were hard to meet sometimes, especially for a woman who was used to the respectful, even adoring gaze of her crew, who never questioned her. Oh, there was respect, sometimes, but only grudging, from the ex-Borg. Mostly, there was curiosity, questioning, defiance, and sometimes, there was even contempt.

"Alright, then," she said, when Seven looked at her with only silence. "Let's do this."

"Captain?" Seven asked. Damn, she was obtuse. She was going to make Janeway stand there and spell it out, wasn't she.

"You wanted my help," she said. Still, Seven said nothing. "With your ... personal problem."

"Yes, I did. But, as I recall, Captain, you refused. You told me to talk to the Doctor."

"Yes, well ... I know, but ... why, did you see the Doctor, then?"

"No. I didn't think he would be of much use to me. He is a hologram, with limited practical experience in these matters. Besides, he is male."

That raised a smile on Janeway's face, one of those crooked, naughty smiles that made her such a damn irresistible fox (sorry, carried away! *Angelina*). However, it was quickly wiped away by Seven's next sentence.

"I had thought that you would definitely be the most experienced at masturbation, as you haven't had a partner in over six years."

Janeway gaped, and spluttered a little. "That's not nice," she said. "Or true, I ...."

"I discounted your encounter with the hologram, Captain. " There was the contempt, back in those bright blue eyes.

It was probably deserved, thought Janeway. The whole Michael Sullivan thing HAD been completely stupid. "Alright, fair enough," she sighed, letting Seven have this round. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"My quarters. If you think I'm showing you how to masturbate in the middle of the cargo bay, you've got to be kidding."

With that, she turned smartly on her heel and left. Seven followed, keeping pace easily with her much smaller Captain. They said nothing to each other as they travelled through the corridors, or while they were in the turbolift. Janeway held her chin high as they went inside her living quarters, keeping the command air firmly in place.

"Can I get you something from the replicator?" she asked, playing hostess to break the silence.

"Is it required?" Seven asked.

"No. Not at all. Just thought you might want something."

"Only to begin."

"Okay. Sure. You said you'd been feeling some ... desire, right?"

"Yes. I wasn't sure what it was at first. I am unaccustomed to most of my biological functions. Do you alleviate this sensation with masturbation?"

Janeway looked at her, her eyes almost pleading with Seven. This was difficult enough.

"I assure you, Captain, there is no need for embarrassment. I have already expressed my own desire to masturbate, a common activity among humans. I had already assumed that you engaged in self-gratification before we began this experiment, otherwise I would not have approached you. I assure you, you have nothing to hide."

"Seven ... Seven, it's not that. You ... you have to understand that people's sexual activities, even "self-gratification" ... is extremely private. To talk about them like that ... it's just not done."

Seven was quiet. "I am sorry," she said at last. "I didn't realise. This is difficult for me, this whole area of human relations. I am very aware that sexuality is something I would have explored at a much younger age as a human."

"Of course," Janeway said kindly. "That's why I wanted to help you, Seven. It must be very difficult. And I want you to know that I am always here for you, no matter how ... personal your questions are."

"And ... you'll show me how it is done?"

"Yes. I thought we could go into the bedroom and try some things. No rush or pressure. Just see what feels nice for you."

"Very well."

Janeway smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way, and the ex-borg smiled back, apprehensively. Slowly, making sure Seven was definitely following her, she went into her darkened bedroom. She sat down in her chair, taking off her boots and then her jacket. Seven watched her, standing awkwardly by the door.

"Will I ... need to remove my clothing as well?" she asked.

"Well, not necessarily, but it does give you better access, and that might be good for tonight. Tell you what ... do you have a nightdress?"

"No, I don't."

"You can borrow one of mine. I often find dressing for bed helps to relax me. That's always good."

Reaching into one of her drawers, Janeway withdrew a pink silk nightdress, the one she looked so damn hot in when she was negotiating with the Romulan scientist that time

"Try this," she said softly, handing it to the ex-drone.

Without shame, Seven released the catches on her dermoplastic garment, peeling it off her body until she was quite naked. Janeway didn't know where to look. Even though the sight of Seven's body definitely didn't arouse her, when in the presence of another naked woman, there was always the inevitable temptation to compare. With Seven, that wasn't a very good idea.

The Borg slipped the nightdress over her head, wriggling into it deftly, even though it was a poor fit. It was plainly too small, only just falling past her knees, and it was downright indecent up front, Seven's ample bosom straining the garment at the seams and spilling out over the top. No, not at all good for the ego, Janeway thought. Now she certainly wasn't going to undress in front of the drone.

Seven seemed happy enough with her outfit, however, and looked expectantly at Janeway.

"Why don't you lie down on the bed?" the Captain suggested. "Try to relax. It'll make it a lot easier."

"Alright," said Seven, and did as she was bid. "Now what?"

Without replying, Janeway thumbed the control panel, dimming the room to near darkness. There was a moment's hesitation, and then the Captain slid onto the sheets next to Seven, still dressed in her undershirt and trousers. When she spoke, her voice was low, throaty. "Now ... touch yourself. It's quite simple really. Start gently, touch wherever you need to, and don't expect fireworks straight away. That's the beauty of being a woman. It's all about subtlety."

In the darkness, she could hear Seven's hands begin to move. "It feels ... awkward."

"It will at first. Don't think about it. Think about something else, fantasise if you need to."

"F-fantasise?" Seven asked.

"Yes. Think about something that arouses you. Use your touch to augment it."

"Captain, I don't know what arouses me. That's the point."

"Oh. Well ... what made you feel the desire to masturbate, Seven? There was probably a trigger. Try to think."

"I don't know. That's why it was so odd. I was in the shuttlebay, repairing a broken ODN line. I thought about nothing more than the task at hand."

"Kinky," said Janeway, more for her own amusement than Seven's.

"What do you fantasise about?" the ex-drone then asked, in a small voice.

"Oh, Seven. We're trying to arouse you here, not me."

"Tell me. Just this once. Tell it to me."

"Are you asking me to talk dirty for you, Seven?"

"Talk ... dirty?"

"Never mind, it's a human expression. You mean you want me to describe one of my fantasies for you?"

"Yes. Tell me. I won't ... share it with anyone, Captain, I promise. I understand that it's private."

Even if the ex-drone hadn't been so persuasive, Janeway wasn't sure if she could have resisted. There was something she found quite ... stimulating about the thought of lying in a darkened room recounting her sexual fantasy for someone else. It was probably just the heady rush of lying next to a warm body after so long, although there was no way she could say she was attracted to Seven of Nine. Kathryn Janeway liked men, you see. Definitely. But then, after six-plus years, sometimes she thought she'd probably jump Neelix if he looked at her the right way.

"Alright, Seven," she heard herself say, not really believing she was doing this. "Hold on a minute."

In the dark room, she stood up next to the bed and wriggled out of her undershirt and trousers, so she was dressed only in her tank top and panties. (Well, why should Seven have all the fun? Plus, of course, this IS a porno. *Angelina*)

Then, she got back next to the Borg, turning herself over so that she lay on her stomach.

"What are you doing?" asked Seven.

"This is how I like to masturbate," she told her.

"Is that nice?"

"I like it. It puts more pressure on the clitoris, which is important."

"Okay." There was a rustle of sheets, and then Seven turned over, emulating Janeway's postion.

The Captain gave her pointers. "That's right. Spread your legs a little. Rock your hips. Not constantly, though. Only when you absolutely HAVE to. That makes it better."

Next to her Captain, Seven rocked her hips enthusiastically, her mouth falling open as she felt her first flutters of pleasure. Janeway smiled to herself. Her fantasy would take care of the rest.

"You know what, Seven?" she began.

"Yes?" muttered the ex-drone.

"One day, I'm going to surprise Chakotay," she said.

"Surprise him? How?" she asked, puzzled. Then she understood. "Oh, this is your fantasy."

"Yes. It's so much better if it's grounded in the vaguest possibility of reality."

"Do you plan to copulate with him?"

"Yes, I do."

"He would be ... grateful, I think."

Janeway couldn't help laughing at that. "Yes, I think he would."

"Please, carry on ..."

"I'm not going to seduce him with dinner and music and candlelight and all that fluffy crap. I'm going to jump on him, when he least expects it. After a briefing, or in a turbolift, or when we're arguing in my Ready Room. It's hotter that way. I'm going to jump on him and rub myself against him until he's panting. I like to hear a man pant. It's so ... primal."

"Oh," Seven moaned. She obviously liked the thought of that.

Janeway continued. "You don't know this yet, but you'll find out. Making love is very different for men. They're creatures of instinct. Once you get them erect, they just want to ravish you. All the years of civilisation just fall away. I like that. It's fascinating to watch a man when he's aroused. I want to see Chakotay like that. Hot, sweaty, panting, his face pleading to let him penetrate me. That's what I fantasise about. Watching ..."

She broke off, interrupting herself with a soft cry of her own. Beside her, Seven's hips moved sharply. "Don't stop ..." she groaned.

"Watching my Angry Warrior come completely under my control. Oh, I know he loves me now, but there's no love for a man like love at the moment of penetration. It's what they live for. I want to make him come, Seven. I sit watching him on the bridge, wondering how his face would look. What noises he'd make. Is he a groaner or a shouter? Would he be still, or would he thrust against me with all his might? Would he bite my shoulder, or kiss me gently? God that turns me on. Shit ..."

As the curse slipped out of her, she dropped her head to her chest and sucked in a whistling breath through her teeth. Her panties were warm and slippery with her excitement.

Hardly believing her daring, she turned to her pretty blonde companion, whose forehead was screwed up with the intensity of the pleasure. "Are you wet, Seven?" she asked. "In your panties?"

"Yes," came the muttered reply.

"It's lubricant. You know that, right? Your body produces it to make intercourse more comfortable for you. It's perfectly normal."

Seven didn't seem to hear her at first. Then she groaned, "You'd need it ... if you were going to fuck Commander Chakotay like that ..."

Janeway was surprised to hear such a word from the ex-drone. Obviously, her little fantasy was having quite an effect.

But there was more to come. "How does it feel, Captain?" she asked. "Describe intercourse to me. I feel ... the desire to be penetrated, and yet I have never experienced it."

Janeway moaned herself, humping the mattress so hard her toes curled up. "Oh yes ..." she moaned.

"Do you feel it too?" Seven asked.

"Yes ..." she hummed helplessly.

"What do you do?"

"Use your fingers, Seven. Put them inside yourself, or ..." then another thought occurred to her. She reached out to her bedside drawer, scrabbling around inside until she found the familiar shape of her most personal, private possession. She manipulated a switch on the base until the thing came to life, making a low but definitely audible buzz. "You should definitely try this," she said.

"What is it?" asked Seven, more suspicious of the mechanical device than anyone comprised of seventeen-percent Borg technology had any right to be.

"It's a ... personal massager," she said. "A vibrator. It was a present from Mark, my fiance, before I left Earth. It was sort of a joke, he hid it in my bag before I left. Unfortunately, when I found it three weeks and 70,000 light years later, I wasn't really laughing."

Seven still looked blank.

Janeway sighed. "You use it to arouse yourself, okay? It vibrates, and the buzzing feels nice. You can also use it to simulate penetration. It's the right size and shape, roughly."

"Show me," said the drone, bluntly.

"Well, here, take it, I'll tell you ..."

"No, show me. Computer, lights."

Janeway panicked, not wanting her young protegee to see her flushed, dishevelled appearance. It was easier to maintain the mood in the dark as well, easier to ignore the unmistakable scent of female arousal. But there was no avoiding it now. The lights came up and there she was, Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager, red in the face, hair mussed, with distinctly moist panties, proffering a slender purple vibrator. If it wasn't so embarrassing, she'd have laughed.

But Seven didn't seem to care. She was looking at the vibrator with interest, seeing it as a way to soothe her aching need. She took it from her Captain gingerly, feeling the weight of it, getting the idea. She turned to Janeway questioningly.

"I ... would put this inside myself?" she asked.

"Yes," Janeway said. "With care though, especially the first time. No matter how ... wet you are, it can still be a bit of a shock to the system, penetration. Your muscles need to adjust. Go slowly with it."
"Very well. But I would like you to show me. Put it inside me."

Before Janeway had a chance to protest, the ex-drone rose up on all fours, exposing her entrance to her Captain. Janeway was horrified. "Seven, no ...." she said, not knowing where to look.

But Seven was persuasive. "I am uncertain of how to use such an object. Plus, I have never been penetrated before. I do not want to injure myself. Therefore, it would be prudent for you to show me how it is done."

"Oh, God, Seven ... this is not a good idea."

"Why? I desire penetration, you suggested this device. Show me how to use it. I would prefer to be penetrated now than in the future, when the discomfort could ruin the occasion."

That was a fair point. Janeway thought back to her own disastrous attempt to lose her virginity, with the rather clumsy, inexperienced Cheb. Men were crap at satisfying women at the best of times, let alone when you were a twenty-eight-year-old Borg virgin. The least she could do was to ease Seven's passage (so to speak!) into the tricky world of human mating. After all, it was the Captain's fault that Seven had been liberated from the Collective at all. (Is this enough rationalisation yet? Janeway's gonna do it, okay? Don't ask why. It's bad manners to question the author! *Angelina*)

Her conflict resolved, Janeway took her vibrator back from Seven's hand. Keeping it buzzing, she made sure it stayed away from the younger woman's clitoris. Stimulating the ex-Borg to orgasm herself was certainly not what she'd had in mind when she'd agreed to this little exercise. If Seven wanted to be penetrated, that was fine, but that was as far as she'd take it. She'd planned on giving her some privacy when the actual moment of climax came upon her anyway. It was only polite.

She let the vibrator buzz at Seven's entrance, moistening it in the lubricant that was dripping from her lips. She tried not to look too intently, but she couldn't help but marvel at what a work of art the female body was in a moment like this. Everything in its place. Not for the first time, she thanked the gods she had been born a woman.

Gently, she dipped the very tip of the little violet instrument inside Seven. Instinctively, the young former drone pushed back against it, trying to impale herself. Janeway put a steadying hand on her waist, urging her not to be so eager. If this was going to be pleasant, she would need to take it as slowly as possible. That was the way of the woman.

"Please," Seven groaned, the vibration on her throbbing tissue leaving her on the precipice of something she couldn't begin to control. Her face was a picture now, screwed up, her teeth gritted, beyond awareness. Janeway wondered idly if this was how she herself looked when she was about to come.

She eased the vibrator slowly inside Seven, quietly amazed by how quickly the young woman adapted to her first penetration. She wasn't nervous at all, and she wasn't tense, which she supposed was the advantage of having this done by another woman the first time.

"Oh, God, I'm going to ... I'm going to ..." Seven gasped, knowing she was on the edge, but not knowing the terms to voice it.

"Okay, Seven, there you go, you take this, I'm ..." she said, taking hold of the drone's hand and guiding it to the vibrator. Then she backed away, off the bed, quite surprised at her own reaction to Seven's arousal. A whole new wave of wetness had soaked her panties. God, it must have been a long time.

Janeway went into the bathroom, her hand flying to her panties to relieve herself as soon as the doors swished shut. Unfortunately, the younger woman's unashamed cries of pleasure could still be heard, reaching a peak. Her face burning, knowing it was horribly, horribly wrong, Janeway let the sounds of Seven's pleasure permeate her being, burn through her, stimulate her to her own orgasm. It was hard and good, and she made a couple of little cries of her own before sinking, sated, onto the floor, a floppy puddle of her former self.

She had been lying there for a couple of minutes before she heard a tentative knock on the door. She flew to her feet, and scrabbled to put a robe on. She then released the door to a flushed Seven, who was back dressed in her biosuit, holding the vibrator in one hand, and her nightdress in the other.

"Thankyou, Captain, for the loan of your device, and your clothing," she said coolly.

Janeway took them from her quickly. "That's ... quite alright, Seven. I'm glad it did the trick."

"Yes, it did. I feel ... much relieved."

"I'm pleased."

"I do, however, feel the need to regenerate. It has been quite a tiring exercise.

"Yes, it can be. You've been ... quite busy tonight."

"Yes. I .. will see you in the morning? At the briefing?"

"Uh ... yes, of course. 0900, just as usual."

"I will be prompt."

"I don't doubt it, Seven."

Then, Seven smiled, and turned on her heel before exiting the Captain's quarters.

THE END


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