Penchant to Dream - Night One
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Warning: Contains f/f graphic scenes.
Rating: 18 (Do not read at work!)
Revision History: 6/28/04; 9/5/04
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Summary: To dream. Not related to any other ongoing tales.
Seven activated the controls of her alcove and stepped backward
dropping off into darkness as she stood rigid, face calm and
serene within her regeneration cycle.
B'Elanna slipped into bed, trying to wind down after a long
frustrating day. Seven was so difficult to deal with sometimes,
with her irritating Borg mannerisms. And why did she constantly
have to stand like she did! B'Elanna hated it when she turned
around and ended up staring at Seven's breasts which of course
were at eye level, she could swear they were aggressively thrust
out at her. It was nerve-wracking. Grrr
Darkness surrounded her, where was she? What was that,
A gliding motion toward the sound... A realization... this is a
dream. Breathing... she is close now to whoever it is.
Reach out a hand... touch softness... an indrawn breath from the
other. She pauses then continues exploring soft skin. A breast,
a hardening nipple... a woman...the other is a woman. She feels
a moist heat start within.
A hand cups, tenderly fingers explore... she listens to the
quickly indrawn breaths... it is just a dream but it is exciting
to know that her dream lover is excited by this simple touch.
Lips follow, teeth graze a tender nipple... a soft cry
rewards... she smiles... searches out the woman's other breast
for her hand to touch.
She can smell her dream lover's arousal in the heavy air,
breaths coming quicker and deeper, yet nothing is spoken. There
is just the darkness, breathing, touch.
She glides her hands downward exploring a waist with... how odd
what is this... banding? Smooth warm metal bands arch in rows
away from a larger metal surface at the woman's waist.
She pauses realizing who the dream lover represents... and runs
a tongue around a hardened nipple then nips gently... a choked
response... the smell of musky arousal grows heavier.
She smiles and continues, this is definitely a dream, she would
never hear or smell such arousal from the emotionless drone.
She marvels over the smoothness of the metal implant, the smooth
way the skin and metal fit together... curious she leaves the
softness of the woman's breasts and drifts downward... letting
curiosity move her to exploring this with mouth and tongue.
Curious she runs a tongue over the smooth metal and is surprised
by a gasping cry... another swipe by the tongue and another cry
and this time a fine shiver runs through the woman.
She smiles almost evilly... what have we here... and begins to
explore the banding and implant with tongue and teeth...
listening to the increasingly passionate response.
The scent is so strong... the woman intensely aroused... a hand
drifts downward... ghosts over tight curls then glides into the
A growl of satisfaction, the woman is so wet so aroused...
gentle fingers glide and dance over intimate flesh... and
gasping cries turn into deep moans of need.
Mouth drifts downward, fingers seek out an entrance and gently
thrust entering the woman... a full cry greets this effort...
She opens the woman with one hand while thrusting into her with
the other then with a sudden movement presses her tongue to the
stretched flesh... a cry explodes above her at the sudden
intimacy and then hips start to rock seeking fulfillment.
She realizes the woman tastes pleasant, her tongue dancing over
the woman's intimate flesh never stopping long enough to allow
the woman release, listening to the woman's pleading cries with
She draws the anticipation out then pauses for a moment...
teasing... then suddenly suckles hard on the bud of nerves and
thrusts into the woman... setting a rhythm that the woman
matches... suddenly the pleading tone changes into a deeper
almost guttural cries that become timed to her thrusting
A sudden stiffening, muscles tighten, a loud cry of passion... a
sudden bucking of the woman's body... internal muscles
rhythmically contract... yet she continues her attentions and
draws out the woman's orgasm from one, into two, into three. A
boneless relaxation to the woman's body after the third signals
that it is finally time to gently stop.
A gentle kiss on intimate flesh... She smiles in satisfaction...
a good dream. She remembers the final cries... so passionate...
so unlike the woman in real life.
She feels a mental relaxation... her body was still aroused but
also sated by the others reaction to her touch... definitely a
Momentarily she wonders... why Seven?
B'Elanna stretched and acknowledged the computer, a sniff of the
air confirmed the dream she had last night. A feeling of
satisfaction in her body and the memory of those final
passionate cries caused B'Elanna to frown. Why had she had a
sexual dream concerning Seven of all people. B'Elanna groaned,
remembering that Seven would be in
engineering again today, thrusting out those full
soft...sensitive... Argg get a damn grip on yourself, it was a
dream, though B'Elanna to herself. She groaned and sat up, how
was she going to manage to get through today without remembering
Seven stepped out of her alcove and turned and examined it with
a deeply suspicious eye. She had never had an experience like
that before during regeneration. Honestly she admitted to
herself she had never had an experience like that at all. With
suspicious look at the alcove, Seven began to run a thorough
While she waited she tried to not remember the feel of someone's
mouth on her breast, and other more intimate places that had
caused her to cry out in total abandon, feeling a deep need for
more. Causing her body to tighten seeking something...
something... then finally she had cried out as her body began to
orgasm and she finally understood why the humans around her
sought out this experience so intently. She still felt a sense
of bodily satisfaction from the experience and a certain
relaxation she had never felt before.
When the diagnostic finished she stared in confusion at the
results, there was nothing wrong with the alcove. Suddenly she
realized that she was late for her shift, Lt. Torres would
undoubtedly comment on her tardiness.