The BLTS Archive- Touch First in the Touch series by A.M. Glass (glasswrks@yahoo.com) --- Copyright: September 21, 1999 Disclaimer: 'Star Trek: Voyager, Captain Janeway, Seven of Nine' and all other characters from the show belong to Rick Berman, Jeri Taylor, and Michael Piller, as well as Paramount Studios/Viacom. But most importantly, Captain Kathryn Janeway and Seven Of Nine belong to Kate Mulgrew and Jeri Ryan. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred. The story along with any/all new characters are sole property of the author and can not be used without expressed permission first. Author's Note: This did not begin as a story, it was in fact just thoughts running rampant around in my head the last few days that decided they wanted to be written down. It wasn't until last night that I decided to make this a story involving Captain Janeway and Seven of Nine. This has not been beta'd, so any mistakes are mine alone. Second Author's Note (June 2nd, 2002): Here we are at the start of the Touch series. There are six stories and I hope you'll like them. However, the reason I'm writing this second note is simple. There is a story; and hopefully the link will be corrected, called, "The Four Pips Club". It's written by Tenderware. I truly enjoyed the story and I believe you will to if you haven't read it yet. And if you have... well, it's worth a second, third, fourth read. If you haven't read it, you may find it a somewhat similar?... but not by much. Anyway, on with the story... mine that is. --- She felt a fleeting touch, and knew it was the one she had been waiting for. She could not tell how long she had waited, she only knew that this was the moment. There would be no turning back, and she would not want it any other way. Her body trembled at the thought of what was going to occur, her respiration increased as the touch became more insistent, leaving trails of fire each place it felt. She tensed for a brief moment, as the touch was replaced by warm lips. "Breathe." Nodding her head she took a deep lungful of cleansing air, feeling the tension slowly leave her body. Warm lips were seemingly everywhere, yet nowhere at all. Her entire consciouseness focused on the sensations that were threatening to overload her brain, fearing she would never recover from whatever was awaiting her. "Do you trust me?" Again she nodded, not sure of her own voice with the answer. "Do you... love me?" she heard whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed, her head turned towards the source of the question. "Yes," came her whispered reply. "I will never hurt you... never intentionaly. Do you know that?" "Yes." "Give me your hand." She watched as her hand was kissed, eyes never leaving hers. "Feel what you do to me." She was startled when her hand was placed on the warm chest, she could feel the thundering heartbeat. "You alone will have that power." Her hand was brought back up to those lips she longed to feel once more. "No one..." A kiss was placed upon her hand. "Shall ever..." Her heart rate increased, as another kiss was placed on the inside of her wrist. "Do the same." To the inside of her elbow. "You are everything to me..." She felt the lips on her throat. "You are life itself..." Her back arched, the trail of fire searing a path down her sternum. "You are my life." She gasped when she felt the sudden wet heat of a mouth. Her skin puckered, as warm breath blew across her. "Do you like this?" "Yes," she hissed. Arms wrapped around her body, bringing her closer. Body heat against body heat. Hands caresseing, molding, squeezing... She lost herself in the mind altering sensations. "I love you..." She heard in her ear, her reply was cut short as lips found hers... She opened her mouth, wanting more... Intimate touches... Hands tangling in her hair, keeping her in place. Her arms around shoulders. Finally breaking away, shuddering at the experience. Foreheads touching each other. Chests heaving. Pulling away slowly, not wanting to break contact. Soft smiles. A hand moving strands of hair out of the way. Her throat parched. Gazes locked with one another. Two halves coming together. A finger gently tracing her lips. A kiss, slower, longer, deeper. Time stops... --- "Do you approve Captain?" Seven asked, puzzled by the sudden flush of color on the Captain's face. "Wha... what?" Captain Janeway replied, swallowing a few times, tearing her eyes from the padd Seven had handed to her and back to the statuesque woman standing before her. "My first attempt at..." she tilted her head to the right, "Creative writing. What did you think? The Doctor believed it would be... freeing in some way I have yet to identify." "Ah... yes. I... I think he wanted you to tap into your imagination," she said, placing the padd down on the table. She walked over to the replicator and requested: "A large glass of ice water." Running the glass across her forehead for a brief second, before returning to her desk. "I see, and have I?" Seven asked, curious as to the Captains' answer. "There's no problem here," she replied. "But, I'm curious Seven. How did you chose your subject matter?" "It was not easy. I accessed many data files, in an attempt to find something to write about, and I noticed the substanstial amount of data stored in this particular field of literature." "Field?" Janeway asked, as she sat back down. "Yes, I believe this would fall into the erotica catergory?" "I see... well, no, frankly I don't..." "You seem troubled by my attempt Captain." "No, Seven. It's... well done." "Thank you." Captain Janeway looked away from the young woman before she asked her next question. Captain Janeway looked away from the young woman before she asked her next question. "Are you going to write more?" "I am not sure, would you like me to continue with this...?" "That's entirely up to you Seven," Janeway answered hastily. "If I chose to continue, would you be intrested in reading what I had written?" Seven asked. "I have not shown this to anyone else, you are the first person I thought of when I finished. I value your opinion, as I am new to this." Janeway gazed into Seven's face. She means it,' Janeway thought. "I would be honored to read your stories." "I have taken up enough of your time Captain..." "No, you haven't. I looked forward to the next part." "Thank you Captain." Seven took the data padd from Janeway's hand and headed towards the door. "Seven..." Stopping short of the sensor that would trigger the door to open, Seven turned around. "Yes Captain." "Where did your inspiration come from?" Seven smiled, opening her mouth to answer the question. "RED ALERT... ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!! CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE!" "Later... you can tell me later," Janeway said as she rushed out of her ready room and onto the bridge. --- The End