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

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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.

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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?"