The BLTS Archive - Curiosity
by Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)

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As always: Paramount owns all the marbles.  We just have a lot more
fun  playing with them.

Feedback is always appreciated.

By the way, ignore the episode 'Human Error', we're not
sure what TPTB were smoking when they made that one so let's just
say it doesn't exist.

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Seven gave an almost imperceptible sigh of satisfaction. The
recalibrations of the long-range sensors were almost complete. It had
been a long day and she was looking forward to retiring to her alcove
to regenerate. She looked up as the door to Astrometrics slid open.
Harry Kim walked in looking curiously determined.

"May I assist you with something, Ensign?" Seven inquired, tapping
control pads on her console.

"Seven, " Harry blurted out. "I need to talk to you."

"Is there a problem, Ensign Kim?" Seven finished the last of the
recalibrations and turned away from the console to face him.

"No . . . I . . . it's just . . . " Harry stopped and took a deep
breath. "It's taken me a long time to work up the courage to say
this and if you interrupt me, I might not finish it. Please, just let
me speak my peace." He knew he was babbling but, at Seven's nod of
assent, he continued. "I know you don't desire human interactions
and relationships like the rest of us, but you don't know what
you're missing. You probably don't return my feelings, and
I'm not asking you to. I just want you to know that I like you,
Seven, a lot. You're so perfect, and . . . " here he faltered,
losing his nerve. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath.

"And even if you never want to be around me ever again; I'm not
leaving until I've shown you just how pleasant human interaction
could be if you'd just give it a chance." With that Harry took a
purposeful stride toward Seven.

The look on his face and the urgency in his voice drove Seven back a
step. She wasn't really sure why she moved away from his advance.
There was just an uncomfortable feeling in her lower abdominal area;
not pain exactly, more like a fluttering.

When Harry saw Seven step back, he stopped and held his palms up to
her in a calming motion. "Just a kiss, Seven. One kiss and nothing
more, unless you ask."

One kiss from Ensign Kim. That seemed fairly harmless. In fact the
fluttering in her stomach was feeling distinctly pleasant at the
thought of engaging in physical contact with him. She knew that, by
human standards, Harry was a pleasing specimen. Her mind was made up.

"Just a kiss, then." Seven straightened herself and allowed her arms
to fall loosely at her side. "You may proceed."

Harry's eyes blazed with passion and desire as he closed the
distance between them in three quick strides. His big, brown eyes
captured her soft, blue eyes in an electric gaze. Slowly, his right
hand reached up to trace ever-so-softly around her ocular implant.
When Seven made no move to back away, his left hand sought out the
pins fastening her long, luxuriant tresses in the ever-present and
utterly efficient bun. As her hair spilled around her shoulders, he
combed his fingers through the silky, golden locks.

Somewhere in Seven's mind the thought occurred to her that she was
feeling very intense sensations even though Harry hadn't yet even
initiated the agreed-upon kiss. Her breathing had quickened, her heart
rate was more rapid than normal and her lips suddenly felt quite dry.
She slowly ran her tongue across her lips as she struggled to slow her
breathing.

Harry edged closer to her. His hands still entwined in her hair, their
bodies not quite touching, his lips brushed a soft, feather-light
caress across hers. He pulled back slightly to look down into her
face. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed and her lips were
slightly puckered. He brought his hands around to cup her face. He
lowered his face to hers, running his tongue around her lips. A small
sound escaped Seven - not quite a whimper, not quite a sigh. He
shifted his body closer to hers. Applying just the barest of pressure
on her jaw, he parted her lips. He settled his mouth over her open,
inviting lips. He kept his passions in check, not wanting to frighten
her.

Gradually, he deepened the kiss, crushing those full lips beneath his
own. Slowly, he allowed his tongue to enter the warm, moist cavern and
explore it's depths. His tongue stroked the recesses of her mouth,
pausing in its search to caress and worship her tongue. Their tongues
entangled, he pulled her tongue back into his mouth encouraging her to
explore him.

Seven's arms snaked up to encircle his neck as she pushed herself
deeper into the kiss. She was unsure of what Harry expected of her,
but she had enjoyed the rasp of his tongue along the sensitive depths
of her mouth. Her tongue was tentative at first but quickly grew
bolder as she mimicked his tongue's actions. The fluttering in her
stomach spread quite pleasurably throughout her body. Their tongues
played, swirling and stroking each other in an erotic dance. Her mind
reeled at the sensations coursing through her.

Seven could feel her breasts crushed against the muscular wall of his
chest. She pushed herself upward, her heart skipping a beat at the
feel of her hardened nipples grazing against Harry's hard,
masculine contours. Her hands wound themselves into his thick, dark
hair as she strained to pull him closer to her.

Harry dropped his hands to cup her hips, pulling her into his
straining hips. Finally, reluctantly and with great effort, he forced
himself to break the kiss. Throwing his head back, he gasped for
breath even as he continued to hold Seven against him.

Seven kept her eyes closed, lost in a mass of sensation. Her small
hands clutched at his shoulders for support. As she struggled to slow
her breathing, she was acutely aware of the way her breasts pushed
against him with each inhale. Every breath sent fresh streaks of fire
through her body. Her hips were rocking of their own volition against
his, the hardness they encountered creating fresh waves of pleasure.
Her hands kneaded the firm muscles of his shoulders as she tried to
pull him back down to continue this delightful activity.

"No," Harry backed away, removing her hands and holding them in his.
"One kiss, Seven, that's all I asked for and all that you agreed
to." He dropped her hands and took several more steps back. "Besides,
any more of that and I'm not sure I could stop with just a kiss."

"But you said that you would do more if I asked, did you not?" Seven
could feel that there was much more to this experience and for some
reason, she was inordinately curious to explore it.

"Seven, you don't know what you're asking." He groaned in
frustration.

"I believe you would refer to it as -- "

"I know what you mean." Harry could only imagine what clinically
precise term she had been on the verge of uttering.

"The sensations I have experienced up to this point have been
extremely pleasant. I would like to continue experiencing these
sensations. " Seven crossed the floor and placed her palms against his
chest. "I would like to continue experiencing these sensations with
you. Computer, engage privacy lock."

His uniform quickly became uncomfortably tight at the thought of what
Seven was initiating. "Seven, are you sure? I mean, we . . ."

"I am unsure as to the next appropriate action, Mr. Kim, but I am
quite clear as to the nature of what I am suggesting." Seven felt
almost timid, although she wasn't sure why. She wanted him to take
over, show her more of this human interaction.

He took a deep breath. "Well, first, try calling me Harry. You should
definitely be on a first name basis with anyone you're going to
explore physical intimacy with."

"Very well, then. Harry, your uniform looks quite constraining to you,
shall I help you remove it." Seven moved her hands down to his
waistband.

Harry quickly grabbed her hands. "NO!" He stopped and brought her
hands up to his mouth, kissing each palm before continuing. "No, I
don't think I could restrain myself if you were to do that just
yet. Why don't we start by removing your uniform. You can help me
with mine after I've shown you some pleasant aspects of the female
anatomy."

"Very well, Harry." Seven turned away and gathered her hair. "The
clasp is in the back."

"Relax, Seven." He held Seven by the waist as he nuzzled the back of
her neck. "This is much more pleasant when you take your time." He
moved his hands around to cup her full, straining breasts. As he
kissed his way around to catch her earlobe between his teeth, his
hands were massaging her fullness. His thumbs grazed across the
hardened tips drawing a gasp from Seven.

Seven's hands reached back, trying to hold him to her. The
sensations that had begun with the kiss were heating back up, sending
streaks of fire through her body. Her head dropped back to rest on
Harry's shoulder. Whimpering softly at the myriad of sensations
coursing through her, Seven pushed her breasts into his hands,
silently pleading with him for something she didn't yet
understand.

Harry urged her head gently forward with his shoulder. Continuing to
fondle her breasts, he nudged her hair aside and, using his teeth,
unfastened the clasp of her uniform. Turning Seven around to face him,
he captured her lips in a searing kiss full of the promise of pleasure
yet to come. His fingers slipped under the edges of the material and
he slowly began peeling it down her body. As he bared her skin, inch
by agonizing inch, he dropped kisses along her shoulders. The uniform
moved lower, revealing the beginnings of her full cleavage. He buried
his face in that softness, nuzzling and licking the crevice there.

Seven tried to pull his head closer, but the uniform was constricting
her arms. Moaning his name, she tried to pull her arms out of their
sleeves.

"Easy, " Harry mumbled. "We'll get there soon enough." He
continued to inch the material down, gradually baring her breasts to
him without freeing her arms from their soft bonds. Lowering his head,
he captured one hard, rosy peak in his mouth. He dragged his tongue
across the nipple slowly, drawing a gasp from Seven. He reached up and
began tormenting her other breast with his fingers. He suckled her
breast strongly, pausing only occasionally to nip at the peak with his
teeth.

Seven could hear gasps and pleas and dimly realized that they were
coming from her own throat. Her body was throbbing with need.
Harry's mouth was creating intense sensations that shot through
her body leaving her mindless to anything but this incredibly talented
man. When his mouth left her breast, she whimpered in frustration and
loss. Her whimper turned to a moan of pleasure as his mouth latched on
with equal fervor to her other breast. She stood, helpless to do
anything but feel the intense fire and need he was creating in her.
After what felt like hours, he resumed peeling away her uniform. As he
planted a kiss along her ribs, Seven felt his hair graze a sensitized
nipple sending pinpricks of desire shooting through her. When he had
finally pulled her uniform down to her hips, she was able to free her
hands. She gasped in delight as she was able to entangle her hands in
his hair and pull his head into her heated skin.

Harry steadied Seven with his hands on her hips as he stopped to
explore her navel. He planted kisses all around the indentation,
nuzzling her soft, flat stomach. His tongue flicked in and out of her
belly button, drawing fresh sounds from Seven's throat. He trailed
hot, wet kisses down from her navel, pushing her uniform out of his
way as he went.

Seven's hands tightened their grip in his hair. Her moans grew
more urgent as he moved closer to the center of the throbbing in her
body. She tried to urge his head down, wordlessly pleading with him,
somehow knowing that he could ease the ache between her legs.

Harry caught Seven as her knees buckled from the overwhelming
sensations she was experiencing. He gently lowered her to the floor,
quickly stripping off the rest of her clothing. He stood over her
gazing intently at the vision below.

Seven felt the cold floor against her back. She opened her eyes to see
Harry standing over her. She was uncomfortable under his gaze until
she heard him hoarsely whisper,

"You are so beautiful."

He knelt between her legs, slowly tracing up her long, lithe limbs
with his fingertips. From the sensitive insoles of her feet, across
her small, delicate ankles, he lingered, enjoying the feel of her
soft, creamy skin beneath his fingers. He followed the feminine curve
of her calves, pausing to tickle the hollows of her knees before
sliding his hands under her supple thighs, urging her legs on to his
shoulders. Leaning down, he blew a puff of cool air across the
glistening, throbbing juncture of her thighs.

Seven's hips arched off the floor at the erotic charge caused by
the cool air across her heated skin. She looked down at Harry. He was
still in his form-fitting uniform, emphasizing his muscular chest and
the definition of his powerful arms. His hair was tousled and his big,
brown eyes were smoldering with the heat of his own desire. Then she
cried out and closed her eyes as his mouth enveloped her, rocking her
body with streaks of fire. His tongue seemed to be everywhere;
swirling, stroking and probing her, driving  her to heights of
sensation that she had never imagined. She was moaning ceaselessly,
begging Harry for more. She was lost in the pleasure consuming her
body when he moved one hand down to add to the torment his tongue was
inflicting. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, pulling him
closer even as she tried to push her hips toward him. His fingers were
filling her, nimbly stroking and inflaming the need he was building in
her. Suddenly, the desire that had been overwhelming her crashed over
her in waves of pleasure. Her body quivered in the aftermath of the
orgasm that had rocked her.

Harry eased Seven's legs off his shoulders as he placed one last
kiss between her thighs. He kicked off his boots and shrugged out of
his jacket. Moving up her sweat-dampened body, he levered himself on
his arms as he captured her lips in a kiss.

Seven could taste her essence on his lips as Harry's mouth settled
over hers. Her hands went to the waist of his trousers and slid under
his shirt, skimming up the smooth, taut skin of his stomach. She
tilted her head, tacitly urging him to deepen the kiss. Wanting to
feel his bare skin against her, Seven grasped his shirt at the
neckline and efficiently ripped it. The scraps of cloth were quickly
pulled off and tossed aside as she pulled him down to her. She
delighted in the feel of his smooth, powerful chest crushing her
breasts. Her hands explored the muscular expanse of his back, stroking
down the length of his spine. As she reached the waistband of his
trousers, he suddenly broke the kiss.

"I'll get it." Harry whispered hoarsely, quickly disposing of his
pants and moving back to cover her body with his own. Carefully
supporting his weight on his  elbows, he settled himself between her
thighs. He wove his fingers into her hair, holding her head as he
leaned down to reclaim her lush, swollen lips.

She welcomed the feel of his now-naked body stretched out against her.
She moved her legs along his, the coarse hair sparking hot needles of
desire that seemed to radiate throughout her body. Slipping a hand
between them, she grasped his hard length. She felt Harry jerk as she
stroked and explored this fascinating study in contrasts. The skin
felt velvety soft to her touch and yet it was rock hard at the same
time. Stroking along its length made him moan and push into her hand.
Flicking her thumb across the tip made him shudder. As she began
experimenting with different pressures and velocities, he reached down
to still her hand.

"God, Seven, you're making this very hard." He muttered against
her lips.

"It seems to be very hard already, Harry." Seven pointed out, somewhat
breathlessly.

Groaning, he pulled her hand out and moved it to rest on his hip. He
reached back down and began rebuilding her arousal. He was fondling,
teasing and filling her with his fingers, firing her need. As he felt
her begin to writhe beneath him, he could hear her gasping and
pleading with him for more. While she was caught up in the erotic
sensations, he carefully guided himself to her. Harry held himself on
his elbows as he slowly eased into her incredibly hot, wet, tightness.

Seven gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist as she felt the
pressure of Harry's fullness slide into her. He stopped, buried
there, not moving, although she could feel him throbbing, pulsating
inside of her. Her need was almost painful in its intensity, each
pulse sending fresh streaks of fire through her. She arched her hips
toward him, pulling him in deeper. Her hands clutched at his back,
drawing long, red welts along the smooth skin as she desperately tried
to pull him closer.

Reaching her head up, she took his earlobe in her teeth, pulling and
nipping at it. She felt him start to pull himself out and, almost
instinctively, she tightened against him in an attempt to hold him. As
Harry began moving his length in and out of her in an even, measured
pace, her body milked him with each stroke creating waves of pleasure.
She could feel a pressure beginning to build and she tried to reach
for it, pushing her hips up in an effort to  speed up their tempo. She
grunted in frustration when he maintained the slow, steady stroking.
Her hands slid down to cup Harry's firm, rounded butt, kneading it
as she pushed against it, forcing him to move faster. She could hear
herself screaming, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room. She
pushed her hips harder into his thrusts, the need and desire almost
painful in it's intensity.

Suddenly, a primal scream ripped from her throat as her entire body
rocked in ecstasy. Harry didn't stop, she welcomed his mouth
plunging down invade hers as he continued his movements. She was lost
in the burning pleasure of him driving into her over and over,
twisting her hips up to meet his with each thrust. Just as Seven felt
that this erotic dance could go on forever, he began moving faster and
faster. When his body stiffened and jerked against her, she was
surprised when yet another release ripped through her, even stronger
than the last.


"Regeneration complete."

Seven was momentarily disoriented as her eyes snapped open to find
herself in her alcove. Her hands ran down the length of her torso,
smoothing her uniform. Absently she noted the stiffened peaks of her
breasts and the distinct tingling somewhat lower in her body.

"So," she thought as she stepped out of her alcove, "that is what
humans find so enjoyable about dreaming." She smoothed her hair into
place.

"Fascinating."

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The End