The BLTS Archive- Touched Again Second in the Touch series by A.M. Glass (glasswrks@yahoo.com) --- Copyright: September 27, 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. Special Thanks: To my friend Deb, who let me steal a line from a story she wrote a while back. This story is unbeta'd, once again. Author's Note: I hope I haven't disappointed anyone with this sequel of sorts. --- "So soon Seven?" Janeway asked as they walked along the corridors on their way to the messhall. "Yes, I believe that I am adapting to this form of expressing one's self," she replied after handing the captain another data padd. "I'll save it for later... if you don't mind? Unless you'd like me to read it now?" she asked, hoping that her Astrometrics officer would not ask her to do so. "Later might be more appropriate," she answered. "It is curious..." Seven began then let her thought trail off. "What is Seven?" Janeway prompted. "I find myself telling you one thing, yet at the same time I wish another," she replied. "How so?" "I would much rather you read it now, instead of later," Seven answered. Janeway smiled. "I think any one who creates something out of their imagination wants to feel validated-to know that all the hard work that was put into it hasn't been in vain," she explained as they walked into the messhall. "I see... I am simply wondering how you will judge what I have written," Seven replied. Janeway stopped and turned to the former Borg drone. "Seven, I'm not judging you or what you've written. You've asked for my opinion on it, but if you feel that's what I'm doing, perhaps it would be for the best if I didn't read this," Janeway said, holding the data padd out in front of her, as if to return it. Shocked by the Captain's reply, Seven shook her head. "No... Captain. I did not mean to say that, I am sorry. Please, I would like you to read it, please." Nodding once, Janeway kept the data padd. "All right Seven, I'll read it as long as we're both agreed that I am not judging you, understood?" "Understood Captain." "Fine. Well, why don't we get something to drink?" "Acceptable," Seven replied, relieved to hear that Captain Janeway would read her story. --- "Oh dear... I need a drink," Janeway said out loud after reading Seven's lastest installment. Walking over to the replicator, she requested a whiskey. Glancing at her couch, her eyes locked onto the data padd that was lying face down on the table. She relished the slight burn of her drink after taking a sip. "I do believe you're adapting quite well," she muttered to herself. Going back to the couch, she picked up the data padd once again, keying the commands, she watched as the story was brought back to the begining. Taking another sip, Janeway tucked her legs underneath her and began to read... --- The soft sway of her dress was the only sound in her room... Next to the beating of her heart. It was getting late. She had been anticipating the arrival of her dinner guest for some time now. A brief communication earlier explained the unavoidable delay. Now, glancing at her watch, a present which she cherished, she knew any moment... The door chime snapped her from her thoughts. Checking her reflection once again, she walked to the door. Seconds later the door opened. Her heart skipped a beat. "May I come in?" she was asked. "Yes... of course. Please, come in," she replied, as her dinner guest pass by. "Sorry I'm late." "I understand," she replied. "Do you? Really?" She nodded as she walked into her living room. She felt the warm presence of a hand on her arm, she turned slowly and gazed into the eyes that captivated her with their brillance. "Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?" The hand moved slowly up her arm. "How much I crave you... the feel of your skin underneath mine?" Soon the other hand joined its partner, trailing up and down her arms, while she stood perfectly still, absorbed by the sensations being generated. "May I taste your lips?" She answered, by closing her eyes and tilting her head to one side. "Tell me what you want," she was asked as featherlight kisses rained upon her face. "Tell me what you need," was whispered in her ear. "Tell me what you desire." The kisses, moist, warm, and utterly distracting were driving all resonable thoughts from her mind. "Tell me what you want, tell me what you need... tell me what you desire," was the only thing she heard over and over again. "You!" she gasped as she surrendered herself to the passionate assault on her senses. "I am yours to command," she was told, prior to being swept of her feet and carried to her bedroom, where she was placed gently on her bed. Her breathing had become labored, as hands caressed her body. The evidence of her arousal never in doubt. She awoke sometime later, sated and parched. Her hand searched the other side of her bed, finding only cool sheets and a note, instead of the one she loved. Opening the note, she read in the dim light: 'I fear that I must leave your side, but only for the time being. Know that one day, you will never be alone again.' Sighing, she placed the note on the nightstand. Grabbing the other pillow, she brought it towards her face, inhaling the scent of... --- "Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway." "Go ahead Seven," she replied, putting the data padd down. "Have you forgotten our velocity match?" Seven asked. Janeway quickly glanced at the chronometer, wincing. "I'm sorry Seven. I'll be right there," she said getting off the couch. "Understood... Captain?" "Yes Seven?" Janeway replied. "Have you had a chance to read it?" "I have, and I'll let you know what I thought about it as soon as I get there. Janeway out." Janeway hoped the velocity match would help relieve some of the tension she suddenly felt. --- The End