The BLTS Archive - Sessions
third in the Lessons series
by Nautika (nautikasolari@yahoo.com)

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Warning: Refers to events that happened in the third season
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Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest.

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Sub-Commander T'Pol's Personal Log, Feb 2, 2154.


"When confronted by Commander Tucker, I conceded that our
moment of intimacy was nothing more than an exploration of
human sexuality. A kind of experiment, classifying it as
such however, may have injured his pride."


Seven of Nine paused the log and brought up the holo-image
of Sub-Commander T'Pol. The former Borg circled the image,
assessing the Vulcan's appearance. Seven stopped in front of
T'Pol and said aloud, "A bit shorter than I expected, but
overall quite pleasing."

The Doctor had given Seven several logs of individuals he
felt might help her on her path of exploring and discovering
the various aspects of humanity. Though she had the
characteristic of being more-or-less half-human in common
with a Mister Spock, Seven had found she most connected with
T'Pol.

"Computer, bring up the profile for a Charles Tucker, circa
2154."

Seven grimaced at the smiling Commander and thought at once
that she could not possibly begin to fathom why the
Sub-Commander had chosen this man to explore human sexuality
with. He simultaneously reminded her of Mr. Paris and Mr.
Kim, both of whom she admired as colleagues, but could
barely stand on a personal level.

The alarm sounded that Seven's time on the holodeck was
nearly up. She closed the open profiles and saved her
program, booking extra time for a few evenings in the
future.

Seven returned to the cargo bay that was now her home and
spent some time creating a new program for the holodeck. As
Seven settled into her alcove for the night, her thoughts
returned to Sub-Commander T'Pol. She tried to imagine the
delicate-looking Vulcan and Commander engaged in the
physical act of sex. She wondered if T'Pol had found it
pleasing and suspected she had not.

She pictured the pair sitting on their knees, facing one
another, removing one article of clothing after another, the
Commander kissing T'Pol awkwardly as they looked over each
other's bodies. Seven mentally watched as Commander Tucker
fumbled his way through the act itself, his body becoming
sweaty as he climaxed too soon. As she drifted off to
regeneration, Seven's mind brought up another image of T'Pol
making love, only instead of a clumsy human male for a
partner, Seven's own lips were caressing the Vulcan's
throat.

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Several nights later Seven stood on the bare holodeck and
noticed a slight increase in her rate of respiration.
"Computer, load program Seven of Nine Epsilon 34." A lush
Vulcan bedroom shimmered into existence around Seven. The
light of the Vulcan moon shone brightly through the window
and a slight breeze rustled the wispy curtains. "Add
character Seven-SC34," ordered Seven and Sub-Commander T'Pol
was standing in the middle of the room. "Computer, begin
program."

T'Pol blinked, artificial intelligence setting in. So turned
to face the Borg and said, "Good evening Seven. If you are
ready, let's begin the treatment. Lie down on your stomach."

Seven did as instructed, feeling T'Pol straddle her thighs
and begin the neuropressure treatment she'd provided for
Commander Tucker. The Vulcan's body heat was intense and
Seven felt a pleasurable warmth spreading through her
insides, the epicenter located just underneath the woman
working her pressure points.

Efficient as always, Seven had incorporated some of The
Doctor's other lessons in this scene. She decided to attempt
practicing what he referred to as 'small talk'.
"Sub-Commander. . . there is a rumor circulating that you and
Commander Tucker have been intimate. Is this true?"

Seven felt T'Pol lift up and thought for a moment she had
offended her, when T'Pol said, "Turn over please." Seven
complied and T'Pol lowered herself once more across Seven's
thighs. She reached forward to apply pressure to Seven's
shoulders. Seven's eyes flicked to the Vulcan's breasts,
barely contained by the thin pajama top and her heart began
to beat faster. Her groin throbbed with what felt like every
heartbeat and her breathing became irregular.

"Yes. Commander Tucker and I were intimate. It was a
learning experience." Seven's eyes met T'Pol's when the
Vulcan started speaking. T'Pol's fingertips trailed lightly
over Seven's breasts and down her sides as she continued,
"I've since learned that there are many more aspects to
human sexuality than heterosexual intercourse."

Seven gulped.

T'Pol found the side-zipper of Seven's bodysuit and slowly
pulled it down. She looked with Vulcan intensity into
Seven's blue eyes as her hand slid under the fabric of the
suit, caressing Seven's breast.

T'Pol leaned forward until her lips came in contact with
Seven's.

Seven stared, wide-eyed, as T'Pol kissed her, releasing a
breath she hadn't realized she was holding when the Vulcan
pulled away.

T'Pol stood and extended a hand to Seven, helping her up.
"Is there something else you would like to ask me, Seven?"

"Yes. . . "

T'Pol pulled down the zipper on the other side of Seven's
bodysuit. "I think I know what it is and the answer is yes."
T'Pol stretched up to kiss the much taller Borg and with
Seven's help, removed the burdensome bodysuit.

Getting Seven to lie back on the bed, T'Pol began trailing
her fingertips over Seven's flesh. She started at Seven's
ankles, tracing light touches along her calves, tickling
under her knees, sliding her hands over and inside Seven's
thighs. T'Pol ran one hand along Seven's abdominal implant
before kissing her again. T'Pol's hand slipped between
Seven's legs, but Seven grabbed her wrist.

"No. . . " Seven blushed, a most unusual reaction for her. "I
want to explore you first." T'Pol acquiesced and removed her
pajamas.

Seven pushed T'Pol back against the pillows and settled
between the Vulcan's legs. She took T'Pol's lower lip
between her own and kissed her softly, hesitantly placing
tiny kisses along her jaw line and collarbone. Seven sat
back a little bit and looked shyly at T'Pol before placing
kisses in the valley between T'Pol's breasts.

Sliding down the bed, Seven kissed her way down T'Pol's
stomach, down one thigh and up the other. Seven hesitated
again in front of T'Pol's sex. The Borg blushed before
placing a tentative kiss where hip joined thigh. She bent
her head closer and actually giggled. Seven cleared her
throat embarrassed at the laugh and, casting an uncertain
glance at T'Pol, stuck her tongue out and moved forward
until it came in contact with T'Pol's warm, wet center.

T'Pol sighed and threaded her fingers through Seven's hair,
and Seven, encouraged by T'Pol's noises of satisfaction, ran
her tongue the length of T'Pol's sex. The taste and texture
were unlike anything Seven had ever experienced and she
hungered for more.

Forgetting her self-consciousness, Seven teased T'Pol's
opening with the tip of her tongue before pushing it inside.
T'Pol moaned and Seven flicked her tongue over T'Pol's clit
before sucking it into her mouth and suckling the little
nub. T'Pol's hips bucked at the sensation and Seven wrapped
her arms under and over T'Pol's thighs, restraining her
somewhat.

T'Pol threw her head back and squeezed her breasts roughly,
lost completely in the sensations of Seven's ministrations
and it wasn't long before her body tightened and spasmed
with release. She gasped for breath and Seven didn't release
the grip her mouth had until T'Pol stopped twitching.

Seven ran tiny kisses all over T'Pol's sex, nipping and
pulling at her labia.

T'Pol pulled Seven's face up to her own and kissed her
passionately, tasting herself on the Borg's lips. T'Pol ran
the tip of her tongue under Seven's chin before slipping it
into her mouth for another kiss. She rolled Seven over and
knelt over one of Seven's thighs. T'Pol pulled back and ran
her tongue from Seven's navel up between her breasts, over
her neck and chin. She ran the tip of her tongue along
Seven's ear, nipping at her earlobe. One hand came up to
fondle Seven's breast, kneading the fleshy material and
teasing the nipple. T'Pol bent her head to suckle the other
one, the nipple growing hard in her mouth. She held the
breast she suckled in her hand and let her other hand slide
down Seven's body and between her legs.

Seven gasped when T'Pol's finger slide over her swollen
clit. She moaned and started thrusting her hips against
T'Pol's hand and T'Pol began rubbing her finger over Seven's
tiny nub. It wasn't long before the combined actions of
T'Pol sucking her breast and rubbing her clit brought Seven
to her first orgasm. She gasped in surprise as her body
shook, momentarily startled by the unexpected reaction.
T'Pol sat back on her heels and removed her hand from
Seven's groin, bringing her middle finger to her lips before
running her tongue along it and sucking Seven's juices off
it, tasting her. Seven shuddered and took a ragged breath.

T'Pol ran tiny kisses down Seven's arm, from shoulder to
fingers and gently kissed each of Seven's fingertips. She
did the same to the other arm and fingers, this time sucking
each one into her mouth. Seven watch through half-closed
eyes as T'Pol kissed and licked her way down Seven's body,
dipping her tongue into the Borg's navel and nipping at her
thighs.

T'Pol sat back again and picked up one of Seven's shapely
legs. She began massaging the blonde's feet, working her
strong fingers over the arch and toes. Seven sighed and
T'Pol ran her tongue along the arch of Seven's foot. She
kissed her ankle and worked her way up Seven's legs,
spreading them wide before flicking her tongue over Seven's
throbbing clit.

T'Pol pulled apart Seven's labia and pressed the flat of her
tongue against Seven's clitoris, applying a steady increase
of pressure until Seven jerked her hips. T'Pol's tongue
worked over Seven's hot groin and Seven moaned and writhed
in pleasure. One of T'Pol's hands found its way to her own
sex and she began stroking herself while she feasted on
Seven's human sex. Seven reached forward and stroked T'Pol's
sensitive ears, bringing T'Pol to another orgasm as Seven
climaxed as well.

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Some time later an alarm sounded and a spent Seven awoke to
find herself nestled on the Vulcan's firm breasts. Her time
on the holodeck was nearly over. She disentangled herself
from T'Pol and saved the program before getting dressed and
heading back to her quarters, looking forward to her next
session.

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End -- Lessons series