Title    : Seven's Year Itch - Sequel to "The place to be"
Author   : Veronica Jane Williams
Series   : Voyager
Codes    : P/7
Rating   : R
Parts    : 1/1

Diaclaimer: Paramount created Paris and Seven. I played with them
and used them in this saucy tale. 

Summary: Seven ponders on the things Tom did to her before he
left the holodeck, and is taken up with her newly discovered 
sexuality. After a year on Voyager she is introduced to the 
delights of daring passion. This story is a follow-up of the first 
one, "The Place to Be (if you...)". Although it can read as a 
stand alone story, help yourself to a reading of the first one if 
you haven't done so yet. 


SEVEN'S YEAR ITCH

The green light of the regeneration chamber flickered and shone
on her head giving the appearance of a halo. It gave off some 
warmth, although to anyone looking it was cool. Her eyes were 
closed and to all intents and purposes she could have been 
sleeping. Indeed as some formerly assimilated Starfleet captain 
once said, it could be the Borg form of sleep. They regenerate, 
and "recharge their batteries" so to speak.

But Seven's mind was alert, those remaining nanoprobes engaged
in a battle royale against her human DNA for supremacy. And while
Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 was in this 
chamber, Voyager's concession to Borg technology and acceptance, 
her nanoprobes won. They kept her alert and thinking, collecting
and compacting information about human behaviour and interaction
on this ship and storing them in her impressive database.

Right now her very organised mind, clinical in its observation
in all things "human" and most of the time direct to the point
of embarrassment, was in a turmoil. Even in this state of
regeneration or Borg sleep she was thinking. She was not thinking
of tachyon surges or Borg assimilation techniques or new ways of
improving the Astrometrics lab. Her thoughts were along far more
prurient lines, something she would proclaim to anyone asking,
to be a human aberration. "Borg assimilate, they do not
procreate," though it would not be above them to copulate. Ask 
Harry. He had been so terrified of her advances that she never 
repeated her offer to him afterwards. Or more recently, like six 
hours ago recently, the ship's helmsman.

Tom Paris touched her and made her react wholly human. No matter
how many times she tried to tell him - or herself more likely -
that what he was doing was "irrelevant". She complied to all
his ministrations as if she never heard the words "I will not
comply" or "irrelevant."

The holographic regulars of Sandrine's were the only witnesses to
their  - what she always deemed to be copulation - lovemaking. 
That is what Ensign Paris said: lovemaking. Yet, for a human 
aberration it was not Ensign Paris who lost control but she, Seven 
of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 who became for a 
breathtaking hour, Annika Hansen. 

For a few milliseconds Seven's body twitched in the chamber, and a
look of ecstasy spread across her features as her mind centered
on that hour in Sandrine's...

*******

"Now to negotiate a way to get this catsuit off," Tom said, where
he settled himself in a standing position against the cleft
between her slightly spread legs. She could feel his hard erection
against her stomach and felt an uneasy thrill go through her. 
She gasped as her centre responded by heating up immediately. 
She wriggled tighter against him without volition. Where was her
control?

His hands were all over her yet in a tender manner as he searched
for some hidden entrance/exit of the suit.

"Is this an extension of your skin?" he asked, his mouth again
close to hers and the voice sounding husky.

"There is an access portal at the back," she said to him, her body
still flaming from the unaccustomed heat when his fingers touched
her centre.

"You mean a zipper," he corrected her as his hand found the tiny
hidden clasp at the back of her neck and he pulled the zipper down.
Very slowly he reached the section between her shoulder blades.
His breath was on her, fanning her face as he pressed against
her bosom. He smiled at her and she...she tried to smile but her
body was breaking lose. It was doing things she never experienced,
never felt. His lips touched hers and again she opened her mouth
to allow his tongue to probe deeper. It was hot, and it made her 
skin crawl with heat that seemed to travel all through her.

She was still determining why thousands of little electrical 
impulses seared into her mouth, her breasts, the area between her 
legs when she felt the cool air of the holodeck on her exposed 
breasts. They were heavy and full. She did not even know that he 
had pulled her suit away from her neck, shoulders and over her 
breasts, finally over her arms.

"Mr Paris, I do not understand my body - "

"Don't worry Seven, it's perfectly human," he said as his mouth 
came closer to her very ample breast. "Ahhh..." he moaned as his
mouth covered her nipple. She gasped as his teeth sank into her
aureole to find a grip and he started sucking. 

She looked down at his golden head, saw how the other nipple 
stood erect in complete sympathy with the one he was licking and 
sucking. 

For the first time her hands that were lifeless up to now when 
she just let him devour her, came up and cupped his head. It was 
a tentative, shaky and shy touch which suddenly pressed his head 
closer as her centre began to pulsate and release fluids. 

"We will exchange fluid," she said as her legs spread even wider.

"Yes," he murmured as his mouth released her breast and he looked
in her face. She knew she was flushed and even her eyes felt hot.
He cupped both breasts with his hands, kneading them and smiled
as she parted her lips and breathed harder. 

"What do you feel, Seven?" he asked.

She was going to say "irrelevant" but she knew she wanted to feel
this heat that spread through her body. She wanted him to touch
her everywhere and leave burning trails on her body. It was unlike
anything she had ever experienced in the last year. She could feel
the fire in her and craved that she keep on burning. What was the
expression she read in the database? He played her like a violin
and she complied. How she complied!

"I am craving for your touch," Ensign.

"It's Tom, Seven"

"Tom," she breathed.

He buried his face between her breasts, then slid down pulling the
restraining garment down with him. He smiled when she inelegantly
lifted first one leg then the other so that he could pull it off 
her completely. She was naked, save for her shoes.

He moaned as he looked at her body. "You want this," he whispered.
"You will comply," he said with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Y-Yes..." she stammered as she felt his fingers grazing the 
little tuft of hair at her centre. She burned there and could feel 
how her fluid expelled itself onto his fingers. He slid down 
slowly, his tongue lapping her skin as he went down. Finally he 
was on his knees and she had her hands on his head, her fingers 
now gripping his hair as she felt a strange thing happening. 
All the muscles in her body became stiff as if it protested at the 
invasion of these alien feelings she was experiencing. It was 
foreign and it made her giddy.

"I am not sick," she thought illogically. Her legs opened wider
as his mouth covered her. It seared her vulva, and covered 
her completely. Her mind only mildly registered the holographic 
people watching them. But she had no care as she felt Tom's tongue 
slip into her slit. She cried out at the heat that accompanied 
that action. Her sheath muscles contracted as it closed around his 
tongue, trying to keep him inside her. But he moved his tongue 
slowly in an out of her. She became almost dizzy as her juices 
spilled liberally; fleshy soft folds clutched and covered the
length of his tongue. He moved and she moved with him, pushing
and lifting her hips, matching his rhythm. The heat overpowered
her and swept through her body as every particle answered to
her driving need to have his tongue thrust hard inside her. She
was sweating and beads appeared on her normally cool face. 
Somewhere she heard someone scream as she pushed finally hard
into Tom's mouth. It was a long wail that went on and on as her
whole lower region exploded into fire and liquid. A few seconds
later she realised she was the one screaming as her fingers
thread through his hair the way she pulled him against her. Her
head was thrown back and she was gasping loudly, her heart
pumping erratically. 

For a few minutes she drifted on a hundred clouds. They were
soft white fluffy clouds she had last seen as a child... But
her body came down, her heart that had been racing away with
her started beating normally again. Tom rose and looked at her.
He saw how she was affected. Her eyes filled with unaccustomed
tears, her lips were parted and her breathing was slowly
losing its rasping sound of earlier. Her breasts were tender
at his touch. His hands were now on her waist and he stood again
very close to her, so that his erection pressed against her 
pubis which moments before raged out of control in his mouth.

She felt...strange, embarrassed almost as she tried to look him
in the eye. She had difficulty doing that now. He had invaded
all her senses, ravaged her body with only his mouth. Turned
her celebrated control into a mass of teeming emotions, tactile
responses that burned even now through her. 

"This...was very...good," she managed as she finally looked at
him. His arms came at last round her and her hugged her close.
She did not feel invaded then and welcomed his closeness, his 
smell, his muskiness, the smell of her own releases. Yes, she
welcomed it. 

"But?" he asked, and she knew why he said it that way.

"I crave...completion."

"Elaborate."

"Penetration."

"Seven," he said as he kissed her tenderly on her lips which
once again seemed to act on his order to open to his touch. "That
will happen when I have your body right beneath my own, somewhere
I can appreciate looking at your face while I drive my shaft in
you so hard and so deep you will scream for more..."

"Yes..."

"Then later, Seven..." He held her for a few minutes more in his
arms. They whispered softly words of passion and comfort, his face 
close to hers and kissing her from time to time. Long intimate
kisses, then soft tender caresses with his lips just barely
brushing hers. He saw her eyes so softened and so intense on him,
taking in everything he whispered to her. He kissed her a last 
time then he pulled her catsuit up again and seconds later she was 
back in her second skin. He gave a short, mocking salute and left 
the holodeck.

*******

Seven woke as it were from her reverie with Tom's seduction of her
still dominating her thoughts. It was what made her begin to 
squirm in the first place and broke her link in the chamber. She 
was sweating, with her breasts clammy and her skin hot and fevered. 
She gave a shudder and did not stop to wonder why she came out of
regeneration two hours earlier than her designated time.

She was glad there was no one in the cargo bay in those moments,
for along with enjoying what Tom did to her, he also introduced
her to a new and alien feeling: embarrassment. She thought the 
wetness she felt between her legs could be seen through her suit.
It was purely - another new and strangely exhilarating feeling - 
her imagination. 

But these were the emotions and experiences of humans, with all 
their vicissitudes; their proclivity to be unpredictable and 
unstable and ...wonderfully human. She felt a sudden tenderness,
but in the next moment it was replaced by her usual icy demeanour.

"I am Borg. I am Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01.
No. .... I do not have feelings to hurt. Pain is irrelevant. 
Fluid for oral consumption is irrelevant." No... she has been 
introduced to food intake although the experience left her with 
a sense of a mild wonder. Humans were governed by it, she thought. 
But it did have the ability to grow on her. "Perhaps Tom will 
introduce me to that delicacy he calls pizza," she mused. 
"History has no relevance. I am Borg, with the collective 
knowledge of thousands of species," she convinced herself. Then 
illogically: why am I trying to convince myself? 

She walked through the cargo bay and proceeded to the turbolift on 
her way to Astrometrics. 

"<My history is irrelevant," she thought>. Then she wondered why, 
when Tom Paris' hands and mouth were all over her she kept seeing 
an image of a child, kept seeing herself not as Seven, but as 
Annika. 

"I am Seven. Annika is irrelevant. Copulation for enjoyment is 
irrelevant." Then she experienced yet another strange emotion.
Self...self-derision? The words sprang in her mind and expelled
from her lips as she said:

"Keep telling yourself that, Seven. Keep telling yourself that. 
Who are you...kidding?"

She wondered why her body continued to crave the pleasure of 
sexual stimulation. It felt even now on heat, her centre even now 
beginning a pulsing she was unable to control. She looked down at 
the area between her legs and imagined she could see its 
throbbing. Her face turned hot. She touched her face and felt a 
clammy heat. <I am blushing, she thought. Here where no one 
can see me, I am blushing>.

It did not take her long to ponder on why she wanted Tom Paris
again so badly. Her Borg belief systems were severely tested.
Monogamous relationships never held any appeal. Infinite diversity
did. Such as was the customs of perhaps a thousand of the species
they assimilated when she was Borg. For more than a year now
her thoughts her hers, she was part of a new collective, Voyager.
Yet with this infinitely satisfying difference: she could be an 
individual, a person in her own right too. Now? She came to this 
conclusion. When Neelix introduced her to a fluid intake called 
coffee she declared that it was bearable, saying that its pungent 
flavour made her crave for more. Tom Paris introduced her to what 
she had never imagined copulation could do - the thrill and 
giddiness of sexual stimulation. She was so enthralled and so out 
of control - but a "bearable" out of control that she wanted to 
taste more. And she wanted it from no one but the ship's pilot. 

Somewhere in the throes of their "lovemaking" she became affected
beyond what humans called a "one night stand". It was something 
she learned when she studied the database on human sexual 
behaviour. These temporary flings did not involve the emotions, 
but simply the carnal pleasure that made no demands on the mind, 
the feelings, the emotions, the...heart.

She knew with a deadly certainty that she wanted to be in a
monogamous relationship. She wanted to belong to Tom Paris
and wanted him to belong to her.

"I want to help you to fit in with the crew, Seven" she remembered 
him saying immediately after her link with the collective had been 
severed. The crew had been wary of her, scared even. But he gave 
her the assurance that he would help her adapt. 

Adapt. 

After what happened to her on the holodeck her association with 
Tom Paris such as it was with his recent disentanglement from 
Lt. Torres, assumed a new dimension. She knew that this craving 
she had, these new and wholly human but exciting sensations had to 
be assuaged completely. She was no longer in control of those 
feelings and could no more than most humans suppress them. Her 
body hungered, itched to have these new sensations fulfilled.
She had been on Voyager just over a year and for the first
time she had this itch, this crazy thirst to taste sexual
intercourse. And not just anyone. Tom Paris.

"I do not want to suppress it," she said softly. "I want to give
expression to them," she said again, her face filling with that 
same ecstasy and wonder of some minutes earlier in the regeneration 
chamber. 

By the time she reached the Astrometrics lab she was virtually
chanting:

"I am Seven...I am Borg... Borg assimilate...I am Seven...no 
longer Borg. I am Seven... I have lost my heart...I am Annika."

It was on this admission that she turned away from the 
Astrometrics lab and requested from the computer the location of 
Tom Paris.

"Mr Paris is in his quarters," came the voice of the computer."

Seven made her way to Tom's quarters  with a determined look on 
her face. She was going to tell him what she wanted...

*******

Where he was sitting on his couch in his quarters Tom was in 
thought. He was thinking of how he seduced Seven on the holodeck. 
He had been thrown into the same throes he sensed she had been 
in. Boy, she was his for the taking. But somehow he felt he needed 
to take things slowly with her. He hadn't meant to seduce her, but
any further action was brought into check by the very thought of 
taking advantage of what he clearly sensed was a new vulnerability 
in Seven. Heaven knows, he could have spent the entire evening on 
the holodeck introducing her to the full and passionate human 
delights of lovemaking. But by the time he had her screaming and 
gasping totally out of control, he had to rein in his own passion. 
The moment he felt her vulva exploding into a stormy orgasm 
and he felt its wild throbbing in his mouth, he experienced a 
momentary flash as the image of B'Elanna sprang before him.

He had to stop. It was not fair to Seven that he take any further
advantage with something he could sense in her at least, demanded 
closure. A rocking completion of his own body and erection filling 
her to the hilt was what he could sense she "required". B'Elanna 
was still on his mind he admitted with pain. With that dominating 
him he could not take up with another and let that person develop 
a sexual and even emotional dependence on him. He sensed even if 
Seven did not in those heady moments, that she wanted to be made 
love to and not "copulate". She was in danger of letting her 
newly discovered and now rampant emotions dictate her actions. 
She was in danger of falling for him because he...because he could 
give her, or rather gave her sensual pleasure. And Seven God help
him, was as sensual as she was icily beautiful. Her sexuality 
and sexuality was on the brink of glorious exploration. She only
now was beginning to discover the sensual creature that she was.

When B'Elanna collected up her things a few days ago he knew that
it was the end between them. There was a finality in which she got
her things together, that made him wonder about trying again with
her. But she was still too emotionally distraught over many things 
which happened to her in the past months. She claimed he showed 
little understanding for her points of view; showed little 
inclination to accept that her demons she had to fight would be 
with her a very long time. He was not prepared to accept that and
he told her so. It was when he accused her of wallowing in 
self-pity... he sighed. He didn't want to think of the grand
fight they had then. 

What hurt him most was that she promised to think about her 
decision while still being his girlfriend. But when he walked in 
on her a week ago in her quarters - he had her codes... He sighed. 
Closed his eyes at the sudden pain. There in bed with her was 
Bristow of all people. Not Harry or Chakotay or any other unnamed 
ensign. With hindsight he knew that Bristow didn't make demands on 
her emotions as he did. Not ones of the heart, anyway. It was
a comfortable set-up, he mused. One in which no one got hurt.
Poor Bristow.

He had walked out as he entered: quietly. 

Now he knew that whatever he did with Seven could be perceived as
retaliatory. Or that he wanted to pay B'Elanna a lesson, give her
a dose of her own medicine. They had problems in the past but they 
could always talk about it. Now she had made up her mind that 
he was no longer in her equation. The one that put two people 
together and found a common bond, a workable solution, a tie that 
could not be broken. 

He sighed again. When Seven so openly and without any awkwardness 
offered to cheer him up he was suddenly and inexplicably the 
hunter again. He was filled with a thrilling exhilaration, the 
adrenaline pumping in him. He caught her heightened pheromone 
levels as he noticed how her body sang to his touches. He knew 
that she would not push him away and welcomed the intrusion of his 
fingers and mouth on her body. Yes, he reacted while she 
unwittingly enticed, lured and strung him along. 

He wanted her. As strange and as unlikely as it sounded since he 
just let B'Elanna go, he wanted Seven. He almost cursed his guilty 
thoughts. He was still tied to B'Elanna, wasn't he? He still 
wanted to make a go of it with her, didn't he? So why was he 
filled with so much anticipation just thinking of burying his face 
in Seven's bosom? He almost drowned at the thought of taking those
magnificent pink and hard nipples in his mouth and suck till the 
madness left him. Why was he filled with the glorious excitement 
of knowing that Seven would not deny him now that she has tasted 
his searing touches and enjoyed them? Why did his body play these 
new tricks with him?

"I enjoyed... this," she said.

"I know, Seven. Here, feel how my heart is still thumping," he 
said as he guided her hand to his chest. She placed her hand there
and he could see the awakening in her eyes. There was even a 
glistening but he was never certain whether it was the implant
at her left temple that enhanced that impression. 

"Feel," she said then guided his hand to her heart. He felt its
wild thumping minutes after she exploded into a climax. 

"I guess you have never experienced...this," he said as his hand
covered her vulva gently, infinitely tenderly.

"No... I have never been with - with a man," she admitted 
candidly.

"Seven, you haven't tasted all of it," he whispered against her,
his hand still gently caressing her vulva. She was in those 
moments totally without any guile, totally oblivious that she was 
still standing naked. 

"I...understand, Tom," she said softly, with none of her "it is
irrelevant" statements now. 

He had hugged her then, his face against hers and nuzzling her 
ears, her neck and then just pulled her close to him. In a totally 
inexplicable gesture of tenderness and protectiveness. He whispered
to her words of comfort and tenderness, and watched how face 
became alive. He kissed her, even pressed his lips against the
cold metal of the implant. It was quiet around them as they stood
there. Finally he stooped and brought up her suit and seconds
later she was dressed again.

That was when he left. Just after she told him she wanted to be
completed by him, to have him penetrate her and make love to her.

She had so much to learn and no amount of book knowledge was going
to substitute what she felt and experienced. The heat and 
headiness of his mouth all  over her body, between her legs, sucking 
her juices from her. He probed deep into her vagina with his tongue 
giving her her very first orgasm.

He was aroused just thinking of it again, heavily aroused. He 
thought of taking a cold shower to cool off when his door chimed.

After his call, Seven stood inside his door. She stepped forward
until she stood in front of him. Her large grey-green eyes were 
shiny and there was a slight tremble to her lips. In spite of her
impressive height and aloofness he could see that she looked 
incredibly, magnificently vulnerable. Therefore capable of being
hurt... 

"Make love to me, Tom," she said finally as she took a step
forward, hand reaching to touch his cheek in a gentle caress.

THE END

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