They kissed slowly but with distinct intent. They both knew that for the first time, they wouldn't have to part. For the first time, they could truly belong to each other. And the thought, though both heady and arousing was also just a bit frightening.

Kathryn felt like they had waited far too long for this encounter. Surely all the long lonely nights aboard Voyager that she had spent fantasizing about this very act would spoil the passion itself. The former Captain had spent night after night perfecting the very image in her mind of her body joined with Seven. Nothing that they could ever truly do together would fulfill her expectations and fantasies.

But Seven seemed to sense her momentary lapse of focus. The drone pulled away to stare into her eyes searching for the cause of the older woman's distress. She knew that Kathryn wanted her. Every single one of her senses was filling with the heat and scent of the woman's arousal.

"Something is troubling you?" Seven asked gently cupping the woman's face with her warm human hand.

"It's nothing…nothing to worry about." Kathryn responded not sure that she could explain her feelings to Seven even if she wanted to.

She doubted that the Borg spent much time utilizing her imagination. She wondered if Seven had even entertained sexual fantasizes. Somehow Kathryn suspected that wanton daydreams were a particularly human activity that Seven wouldn't be able to understand.

And she didn't want to ruin the mood with blunt pointed questions and inadequate answers. She wanted this to be special, loving, and passionate. More then anything, Kathryn wanted to make every single one of her fantasies come to life.

But Seven seemed to only be focused on her response and the gaze of her eyes. The drone moved closer forcing the woman to tip her body back into the stronger embrace of her lover. And for the first time Kathryn truly noticed how wonderful the red silk of Seven's clothing felt against her naked flesh.

The drone easily captured her mouth pressing her tongue hungrily into the waiting wet depths of Kathryn's body. Slowly, a murmur erupted from the human's throat. It was a vocal question given in response to the slight electric hum she felt crawling through the cavern of her mouth.

Kathryn wasn't all too surprised by the electric jolt she was receiving from her lover. She had felt it before on several different occasions. And each time she felt the shock her body erupted in a chorus of pleasure.

But this time, the current was different. It was slower and less potent. And as Seven gently moved her tongue through the human's mouth, Kathryn felt like her entire body was flooding with a warm hunger. The current was soft and gentle, filling her senses with its electric kiss.

And yet all too soon, Seven pulled back to study her lover. The drone had both arm and implant wrapped firmly around Kathryn's waist holding the woman in a loving yet captive embrace. But the woman didn't even mind the possessive instinct the drone was clearly displaying. She was enjoying Seven's touch far too much to care for things like strength or dominance.

"That was…intoxicating." Kathryn mumbled unable to truly describe the pleasure she felt in Seven's stimulating kiss.

"I am glad that you approve." The drone succinctly answered in her normal tones of self-confidence and pride.

The human allowed her hands to wander the lengths of Seven's silk covered arms. She clutched at the drone's shoulders noticing the way the metallic chords of Borg technology moved under hands. This is what she had wanted for years. In fact for much of her life, it seemed that she had craved nothing else. And the sheer fact that so much painful longing had finally boiled down to the span of this one wet moment nearly made Kathryn buckle with the intense pressure of all that she was feeling.

The woman wavered under the intensity of her own thoughts, emotions, and needs. Kathryn didn't want to struggle with the impossible demands of living up to her own expectations. She just wanted to enjoy this union that had been many long years in the making.

But she couldn't seem to silence the thoughts of her own mind. Already she was recreating past fantasies and analyzing their importance. The woman couldn't help but remember all the ways that she had dreamt of touching Seven. And now, Kathryn was tired of waiting.

"I think we should move this to the bed." Kathryn said in low hushed voice.

The drone noticed that for the first time the woman seemed to be growing into tenderness. Her Captain, the woman with edges as rough as steel was turning into a soft expression of femininity right before her very eyes. And Seven felt both grateful and humbled to be witnessing such another profound side to the woman that she so loved.

"That would be…advisable." Seven agreed, easily lifting the woman into her arms. She had waited far too long to feel Kathryn Janeway beneath her. And now, her need was furiously upon her.

As the drone moved her towards the bed, Kathryn couldn't help but feel a bit ridiculous. It seemed that Seven was more then capable of carrying out the actions one might find in a trashy romantic holonovel. But the human couldn't deny the long sliver of arousal that Seven had managed to quicken within her. There was something terribly wanton about being held in the arms of a lover.

Her somewhat rough deposit onto the bed's surface further surprised the human. In no means was she hurt or injured by the gesture. But it wasn't what she had come to expect from her normally gentle and expertly careful drone.

It was a reminder of Seven's strength and even now, it caught Kathryn off guard. Seven was always so careful to hide it from her. But now the human began to wonder if the time for cordialness was over.

Carefully, the human eyed the drone wondering what it was that had caused Seven's mind to churn. The drone seemed so primal in that moment. Kathryn had never seen her quite so filled with emotion.

Quickly, the drone began removing the fastening of her biosuit leaving her body naked to Kathryn's intent gaze. The woman couldn't help but lick her lips in furtive anticipation. The Borg was finally going to be hers. And the very thought sent her mind spiraling into a wave of passion.

There was so much she wanted to do to Seven. There were so many different ways that she wanted to touch and savor the drone. But as she looked at the naked gleaming form of the drone standing by her side, Kathryn had utterly no idea where to start.