Author: Z-Spot Title: Second (of Nine) Chance Chapters: 1 Summary: On "Star Trek: Voyager," Ensign Harry Kim gets a second chance with Seven of Nine Keywords: voy, F-solo, MF Language: English Copyright: 2005 **** All characters and settings in this story are based on the TV show "Voyager," which is property of Paramount. If you want to put this on a website or something, please ask first. It does contain graphic sexual content, so reader discretion is advised. If you're reading this and are under 16, your parents should keep a closer eye on you. **** SECOND (OF NINE) CHANCE (voy, 7/K, MF, F-solo) by Z-spot (zeespot@operamail.com) (c) 1997 Ensign Harry Kim strode down the hallway of Voyager, absorbed in the calculations he was making on the PADD in his hands. As he made his way past the various shuttle bays, Kim kept one eye out for the only one that really mattered to him these days - Seven of Nine's bay. He reached it and was about to walk through the doors when he paused. He'd almost forgotten this wasn't a cargo bay anymore. It was Seven of Nine's quarters. He had to give that the proper respect. Kim paused and briefly took a moment to brush back a lock of his hair and straighten his uniform. He always went through this before he saw Seven of Nine. Even though he knew she had no real interest in appearances, he couldn't help wanting to make a good impression. And she was someone who he definitely wanted to make a good impression on. After breathing the usual silent prayer of gratitude towards Chakotay for assigning him to work with Seven of Nine, Kim reached out and pushed the improvised doorchime that Torres had installed. The cheery warble echoed through the room on the other side. After a moment, Kim heard Seven of Nine soft, yet commanding voice inside. "Enter." The doors slid open with a hydraulic roar. Kim took a deep breath and stepped inside. It was always an eerie experience entering Seven of Nine's quarters. His first impulse at the sight of all the Borg machinery that decorated its interior was sheer terror. It always took a moment for him to accept that the ominous and biomechanical chamber was the home of one of his closest friends. Kim walked through the cargo bay, a greenish mist curling his ankles. The doors hummed closed behind him, then came together with a thud. Kim moved slowly and carefully through the bay, his eyes roaming the dark interior. He thought he could hear voices, light music, and for some reason heavy breathing. But he couldn't see Seven of Nine. "Seven?" he called out. "Are you in here?" Seven of Nine's voice came from around a corner. "Yes, I am here, Ensign Kim. You wished to speak with me?" Kim put on his most winning smile and strode around a Borg column flickering with blue lights. "Yeah, I just wanted to go over the specifications for the replicator manifolds in Jeffries Tube..." Then Kim froze as Seven of Nine came into view. She stood in her sleep cubicle, the electrical display flickering in the circle behind her head. The gray catsuit that the Doctor had made for her lay gathered in a pile around her ankles. Seven stood in the cubicle, completely naked, her legs slightly apart. One hand gripped a handle near her cubicle. The other moved a long black object between her legs, sliding it in and out of her red-furred slit. Seven gazed at Kim with a calm, passive expression completely at odds with what she was doing in front of him. "Ensign Kim, I await the completion of your statement." Kim couldn't help staring at her hand sliding the rod in and out of herself, and the fact that it glistened with her juices. Then his eyes moved up to her chest, and the PADD in his hands tumbled to the floor. How many times he had seen those full breasts bulging from her uniform and wished he could see them just once in their glory...and now he was getting a perfect view. That shocked him back to his senses. His own shy, gentlemanly demeanor took over and Kim spun around to turn his back on her. "Seven, what are you doing?" Then Kim's jaw dropped because he found himself staring at a monitor in the wall across from Seven's cubicle. The monitors usually showed engineering specs and graphics in Borg, but right now it showed a human man and woman furiously having sex on a satin bed. The woman sat astride the man, grinding her hips into him as she rode him. The couple's moans and whimpers of pleasure filled the cargo bay, and Kim remembered he had heard them earlier. He must have not wanted to believe they were what they were. Kim let his jaw drop in horror, then spun around again. Now he faced the naked Borg again. Flustered and confused, Kim couldn't think of anything to do but cover his eyes with a hand. His face burned with a blush. "Seven of Nine," Kim said, "what's going on around here?" Her voice came at him again, as cool as usual. "I am masturbating." Kim grit his teeth, then said, "I can see that. Why?" "For sexual gratification," Seven said in a somewhat puzzled tone. "I believe that is the purpose of masturbation, is it not? Ensign Kim, I do not wish to insult you, but you are blocking my view of the pornographic movie." Kim could see he wasn't getting anywhere, and he couldn't stand here like an idiot. He thrust out a hand and stumbled forward to find his way out of the situation. For a moment, his hand came in contact with something soft and round. It took a moment before he realized he was touching Seven's breast, and he lunged back as if he had been burned. Kim rushed in a direction he hoped was parallel to her and finally came in contact with a wall. He opened his eyes carefully. No masturbating Borg, no porno movies. He had made his way around the corner, out of view of the whole scenario. Kim sighed and ran a hand over his face. It was drenched in sweat. Carefully looking back, he saw that he was behind Seven's sleep chamber. But she leaned out of her cubicle to look at him with a puzzled frown on her full lips. "Ensign Kim," she said, "I find your behavior quite strange." "My behavior?" Kim yelled, his face growing hot again. "Seven, you were...you were...doing that right in front of me. Naked...watching a porno movie!" Seven's brow furrowed deeper. "Yes. This disturbs you?" "Yes, it disturbs me!" Seven lowered her eyes to the floor in contemplation. Kim could still here a soft, squashing noise that he realized was the sound of her still impaling herself as she spoke. "I did not anticipate that you would react this way. I found nothing in my research that would indicate this response. I will bring myself to orgasm and complete my task. One moment." Seven drew her head back out of view. A buzzing noise rose up that Kim tried not to hear. Seven's breathing grew louder and louder until she suddenly expelled a long, drawn-out groan. As she whimpered with obvious pleasure, Kim felt sweat trickling down his cheek. He couldn't believe this was happening. And he couldn't believe that there was a part of him that was enjoying it. The whimpers faded to a soft hum. Then the buzzing stopped. Kim heard a rustle of clothes, then Seven's stern voice saying, "Computer, deactivate video display. Save position for later viewing." A chirp signalled the computer's obedience. Seven emerged from her sleep cubicle, now clad in her gray uniform again. She was passive and authoritative as usual. The only thing that would indicate anything different was the fact that her hair was slightly mussed, and the object she had been using was still in her Borg-enhanced hand. The rod dripped on the cargo bay floor as she walked towards Kim. She spoke firmly. "I have achieved orgasm and am now ready to discuss technical specifications with you." Kim closed his eyes. For a moment, he struggled to find the best way to put it. He finally gave up. "Seven...I'm having a hard time...dealing with what just happened." Seven's brow furrowed again. "I...do not understand your difficulties. I thought we addressed this earlier." "We did? When did we discuss you...doing that in front of me?" "We did not. But in our earlier conversation, I brought up the topic of copulation. You rejected me. However, I suppose I neglected to mention that my interest in copulating with you was not entirely motivated by curiosity." Seven turned and began to pace in front of Kim. He tried to keep his eyes off the long, black vibrator she still held in her hand. "Borg do not have sex or sexual desire. All reproduction occurs through cloning and artificial births. Borg brain implants also repress sexual desire, along with all other emotions. But the Doctor's removal of these implants also put an end to this artificially-induced celibacy." She stopped and looked at Kim cautiously. "I believe in Earth terminology, my condition would be described as...horny. I found myself desiring several crewmembers, yourself included, of course. My attempt at seduction with you failed, and since I am closer to you than any other member of the ship, I can only assume it would fail with others. For this reason, I decided to channel my desires into a more productive area. My research on the computer's database provided the solution of masturbation." Seven held up the black rod and studied it carefully. "It also provided several sexually-stimulating video programs and the design specifications for this device. It actually began as a simple vibrator, but I have made several improvements. I have been meaning to show it to the Captain in hopes that she will make it freely available among the crew as a solution to sexual tension..." Kim interrupted her. "I don't think she would appreciate it." Seven frowned at him. "Why not? I have incorporated several settings, including a voice-command. Vibrator, extend." The rod extended with a loud snap to grow a foot long. Kim grabbed it and shoved it down to the floor. "Seven, stop it! I can't take this!" Seven's brow furrowed again. "Once again, I find your behavior quite puzzling. Please explain your hostility." "Seven," Kim said through gritted teeth, "I know this must be...difficult for you to understand...but you can't be so...open about your sexuality. I...we...have to work with you, and the sight of you...naked...vibrating yourself to...orgasm..." "But your pupils are dilating, your breathing is accelerated, and your penis is engorging with blood. You are enjoying this. Viewing copulation activities is exciting to humans, is it not?" "Yes," Kim gasped, "but it also makes it hard to work with the people who you see that way." Seven sighed and lowered her eyes to the dildo in her hands. "I do not understand human behavior." "Look...don't worry about it. Just...be a little more discreet, okay? And don't show this to the Captain. Believe me, if anyone wants a...vibrator...they can get one for themselves." "I understand. My research did seem to indicate a high volume of requests from the ship's replicators for sexual devices, particularly from B'Elanna Torres..." "Okay," Kim yelled, then forced himself to lower his voice. "I got it. Now...can we get back to the technical specifications?" "Of course." Seven put the vibrator down on a shelf behind her and faced him with her calm, but beautiful face. "I am ready to begin work with you, Ensign Kim." Kim nodded, but couldn't stop the sweat that was still running down his face. He also couldn't hide the hardness that was bulging in the front of his uniform. Once again, he found himself cursing the fashion designers for Starfleet who didn't seem to realize that an environment where everyone wore skintight uniforms made it difficult for male officers to hide things. Kim picked up his PADD, and on the way back up let his eyes linger on the bulges in Seven's uniform. His imagination filled in the view of her naked breasts, and Kim felt himself growing harder. Think about baseball, Kim thought as he tried to focus on the PADD's screen. Then he spoke, "Now, uh, Seven...my main concern is with the way these power couplings keep getting overloaded..." Seven rested a hand on his. "A moment, Ensign Kim. I believe we must discuss what has happened between us." Kim felt her touch hot on his skin, but he shook his head and moved away. "No, we don't. It's perfectly natural, I can handle it..." "No, you cannot. And neither can I. We cannot deny that we are attracted to each other, and quite frankly I find the vibrator a poor substitute." Seven straightened, her breasts rising higher in front of her uniform. "Ensign Kim, I am submitting a formal request to copulate with you." Kim widened his eyes and looked around the room at the black wirey machinery surrounding them. "What? Now?" "Yes, now." Seven followed his gaze. "Is this environment not suitable?" "Well...maybe...I guess we could use the holodeck, Parris has some good programs..." Kim shook his head. "But the environment isn't the point. It's just...it's just..." Seven softened a little as her large eyes searched his face. For a moment, Kim thought he saw a trace of something he rarely saw in her...emotion. "I think I understand. You do not find me desirable." "No! It's not that at all. I find you...incredible...sexy...very, very desirable. It's just that...I mean...I guess I wanted this to be special. Not just you walking up and asking me...I don't know..." Seven's full lips curled up into a smile. "I think I understand." She took a step towards him. Her hands reached out to hold his cheeks, drawing him closer. Her eyes closed as she leaned into him with a kiss. Kim was frozen for a moment, then slowly reached out and encircled her in his arms. He felt her large breasts pressing against his chest and felt his erection growing, prodding Seven's stomach. Seven drew away and furrowed her brow. "Is this more preferable, Ensign Kim?" "Yeah," Kim breathed. "Yeah, it's very...preferable." Seven smiled again. "Good." She reached behind her neck and there was a soft click. Then her uniform fell away. It almost seemed alive as it draped off her neck, shoulders, and arms. It peeled off her breasts, exposing them to Kim's view again. The uniform slipped down off her hips, long legs, and settled onto the floor. "Your pupils are dilating again," Seven whispered. "Do you like my body?" "Yes, I love it..." Seven reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck as she moved closer to him. "Good. Because I find yours stimulating as well." Her hands moved down his back to unzip his uniform. She had to pull it off his shoulders, but once it was off she gently rolled it down his arms and off his chest. She ducked her head and gently planted kisses along his chest as she moved downwards. She was finally kneeling in front of him and pulled his uniform and underwear down his legs. He looked down at her in front of him, her slender back curving down to her tight naked ass. Her legs were hidden beneath the curling green mist that rolled along the floor. Closest to him was the top of her head and he reached out to stroke the tightly-wrapped bun. He worked his fingers through her hair until he was able to unfasten the latch. Her hair flowed down free in a scarlet waterfall over her head. Seven leaned close to his legs and planted tender kisses on his thighs with her full lips. She moved inwards, deeper and deeper until her lips grazed her balls. Kim hummed softly, then let his hands move down to pull her to her feet again. Kim kissed her, hard, his tongue probing Seven's mouth. She kissed him back, just as deeply with her own tongue dancing along his. Kim felt himself burning with the heat of Seven's closeness. It was like a fire smoldering in his mind, and all the pent-up sexual tension he had felt for the past few months working with her flowed out with every time their skin made contact. Kim pressed himself against Seven's body, forcing her back until she was pinned against the wall. He tried to position her in a place where the Borg machinery on the wall wouldn't make her uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to care. She locked her eyes on Kim's as she braced her hands against a rippled pipe mounted on the wall. Her legs swung up and wrapped themselves tightly around Kim's waist. His shaft was pressed firmly against Seven's moist slit. "I've been waiting for this for so long," Kim whispered around her lips. Seven kissed him repeatedly, harshly, as she growled, "Not as long as I have." Then she curled her hips upwards and Kim slipped down to sink deep inside her. Seven went rigid against him as he filled her depths. She wrapped her arms around his neck and mashed her lips against his as she began to grind into him. Kim took hold of her hips in his hands and met her thrusts with equal force. The two of their bodies shuddered as they collided again and again. Seven began to whimper softly as Kim's own breathing thickened. Seven's inner walls seemed to grip Kim like a hand, squeezing pleasure from his cock. He grunted and focused his attention on pounding Seven as hard as he could. Seven's legs tightened around his waist. Kim felt something sharp digging into his back and realized she was still wearing her boots, and her stiletto heels bit into his skin as she clutched him with all her strength. "Yes," Seven gasped, "oh, yes...give it to me...oh, I am...I am experiencing...I'm cumming..." Then Seven's entire body stiffened against him as she released her breath in a long, drawn-out groan. Kim could feel the convulsions of her body around his shaft as she came. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, and he continued to thrust into her, prolonging the moment. Watching her drove him over the edge and he tightened, then crushed against her as he came. Seven squeezed her eyes tight and held him as he pumped his seed deep into her, his entire body tingling with release. Eventually, Seven softened into violent shudders that ran through her body. Kim relaxed against her, and their lips came together again in a soft kiss as they shared the afterglow. She finally pulled away to smile up at Kim. "Ohhhhh," Seven whispered, "that was...quite enjoyable." "That's one way of putting it," Kim sighed. Seven's face settled into its usual impassive nature, although her hair remained slightly mangled and her skin was flushed. "Thank you, Ensign Kim. I have experienced...a considerable release of stress. I enjoy copulation with you, and would like to repeat this activity in the near future." Kim managed a weak smile. "Hey...any time." Seven nodded. "Very well. I will consult my schedule later for a convenient time." Seven unlocked her feet from behind Kim's back and gently disengaged herself from him. They quietly dressed. As Seven was zipping up her uniform, she turned to Kim and gave him a calm, business-like look. "Now," she said, "you were saying something about the power couplings?"