The BLTS Archive - The Perfect Opportunity
by Devorephile (Devorephile@hotmail.com)

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Setting: During "Counterpoint" (you expected otherwise?)

Disclaimer: Paramount Pictures owns Star Trek and the characters of
Inspector Kashyk, Seven of Nine, Captain Janeway and probably anyone
else who appears in this story. The story idea is mine. If I could
make money doing this, you sure wouldn't be seeing it here.

Archive: ASC and BLTS OK.  All others please ask.

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Seven stood in a shadowed area of the corridor, watching the
interchange between Captain Janeway and the Devore Inspector. The
enigmatic man introduced a new element to her ongoing study of human
relationships. She did not know what to make of him, and was intrigued
by the interplay between him and Janeway.

Conversations amongst the crewmembers tended to focus on the obvious.
Could he be trusted? Was he sincere in his intention to defect, or was
his presence a trick to flush out the telepaths?

To Seven, those questions would be answered in due time, rendering
them moot. Janeway was fully aware that the Inspector might be trying
to set a trap, of that Seven was confident. Her attention was focused
on the actions of the Captain, and how she related to the man in this
chess match of wits.

One other priority was also on Seven's mind, and a golden opportunity
was at hand. Hopefully she could convince the Inspector to help her.

Kashyk's confident voice carried down the corridor.

"In case I decided to replicate a weapon."

Janeway's voice was soft. "You understand."

"Better than anyone."

"Sleep well."

"And you." The doors slid shut as Kashyk entered his quarters.

Janeway spoke quickly to the posted guard, and strode off towards her
own quarters. Seven waited momentarily, then approached the ensign,
nodding.

"Good evening, Ensign. I require a technical consultation with the
Inspector."

"Yes ma'am." The ensign buzzed the door.

The Inspector came to the door with a questioning look on his face.
"Seven of Nine?" His gaze raked quickly down her supple body.

"That is correct. I wish to consult with you regarding the...
refractive shielding."

Kashyk eyeballed the ensign.

Seven continued, "I believe the ensign's orders were only to not let
you leave your quarters."

The guard nodded in affirmation, and Kashyk ushered Seven into the
sparse chamber. "I would offer you something to drink, but the Captain
has disabled the replicator."

Seven looked about the cabin, then clasped her hands behind her back
and faced him. "Liquid sustenance is not required."

Kashyk suppressed a grin. "Ah, yes, the refractive shielding." He
started to reach for a PADD on the table, but Seven stopped him.

"My statement regarding the refractive shielding was..." she hesitated
for a moment, then met his gaze. "... a falsehood. A ploy."

Looking bemused, Kashyk left the PADD where it was and seated himself
on the edge of the table. "Continue."

"I am new to Voyager. The interactions between the other crewmembers
are sometimes an enigma to me."

"You were Borg."

Seven nodded. "Yes."

"I am somewhat familiar with the species. Devore technology has
enabled us to resist them in the past." Kashyk stood and paced a bit.
"I would imagine that the transition from being a drone to life on
Voyager has been difficult."

"The crew has been helpful. Still, there are areas where I require
more... experience."

"And that's where I come in." It was more of a question.

"Yes." Seven turned and took a few steps towards the window. "The
medical hologram has been encouraging me to initiate an intimate
relationship. I have had little success. Apparently my social tools
are not yet adequate."

Kashyk's thoughts as he looked at her backside were not of her social
skills. He wondered if the medical hologram had also chosen the
uniform that accentuated every delicious curve of her body.

He focused his attention back on the conversation, and followed her
across the room. "Social skills take time to develop."

"Precisely." She turned to face him again. "That is why..." She pulled
up short as she realized the Inspector was much closer to her than she
expected him to be, forcing her to look up at him.

He is taller than an average human. Why should that produce a physical
response? She wondered to herself. Her body was reacting strangely,
but she continued. "That is why your arrival is fortuitous."

This time he didn't suppress the chuckle. "Fortuitous?"

"Yes. I wish to experience the physical part of a relationship, but do
not wish to further injure members of this crew emotionally or
physically by 'practicing' on them, until my skills are further
developed."

Kashyk felt his jaw start to drop, then caught himself. He couldn't
believe what he was hearing, and managed to choke out, "You wish to
'practice' on me??"

"That is correct. You would be most suitable."

Turning away to hide his expression, Kashyk fought to contain his
laughter at the situation. Gods, he thought, she wants me to...!!
Seven mistook his silence for reluctance, and continued with her sell.

"You will likely be leaving Voyager after this mission, thus our
interaction will not harm the social dynamic of this crew. You are
intelligent and physically appealing."

Managing a straight face, Kashyk turned back to her and stepped close.
"And are you not concerned that you will injure me?"

Seven looked earnestly into his eyes. "I find the probability quite
small. You seem to be structurally sound, and..."

"Be quiet."

"... quite stable emotionally..."

"QUIET!"

She was quiet. Kashyk brought his face close to hers and continued
softly. "Very well. We will 'practice'. But only on the condition that
you follow my instructions exactly."

"I will comply."

Then his lips were on hers, softly probing and exploring. His hands
rested on her waist, gently at first, then sliding around her back,
pulling her towards him. Unsure what to do with her arms, she rested
them in the most convenient position, on his shoulders and around his
neck. She was slightly surprised when his tongue entered her mouth,
but decided that the sensation was not unpleasant, and began to
reciprocate.

Seven wondered how he knew where the closures to her jumpsuit were,
but they were undone before she could finish the thought. Kashyk
backed away slightly as he pulled the clothing from her shoulders. He
cupped one full breast in his hand, watching it as he teased the
nipple until it was protruding pertly. His breathing was becoming
slightly ragged.

Only vaguely aware of a dull thudding in her ears, Seven decided that
a more efficient approach would suffice. "I am aware of the extraneous
custom known as 'foreplay'. It seems to lack purpose, so it is not
necessary to... oh."

Kashyk interrupted her by taking her hand and placing it firmly on the
straining fabric of his pants. Seven had seen images of male
reproductive organs, of course, but was totally unprepared for the
feel of his rapidly hardening erection, and for the effect it had on
her. A strange nervous tightness began building low in her stomach.

"I am... unfamiliar with these sensations."

"Trust your instincts."

Seven  experimentally stroked the bulge, fascinated as it responded to
her touch and continued to snake, ever larger, down along his leg. The
tight heat inside her began to spread, and she noticed that he smelled
GOOD, and she wanted more.

Her curiousity getting the best of her, she said "Remove your
clothes."

Smiling knowingly, Kashyk guided her hands into the waistband of his
pants, helping her push them down. Freed of the restriction, his penis
sprang forth, pointing and bobbing at her. Seven couldn't keep her
eyes off the impossibly long, thick shaft, which had scalloped ridges
around the tip. Maybe Devore and humans weren't as compatible as she
had thought.

Seven hesitated. "I must admit to a certain amount of... trepidation.
The size seems incompatible with..."

"Shh. See if you can deduce the purpose of 'foreplay'." Breathing hard
now, Kashyk stepped back towards her and again placed her hand on his
swollen member, which was becoming so hard that it pointed straight
upwards along his belly.

Kashyk grasped the back of her neck, pulling her mouth close to his
again. Then, pressing against her tightly, he began to push her
jumpsuit down around her hips. He kissed her, deeper this time, while
backing her towards the bed and laying her on the covers. He quickly
removed the rest of her jumpsuit, then captured the nipple of one full
breast with his mouth while teasing the nipple of the other between
his thumb and forefinger.

Seven gasped as the strange feeling in her pelvis began radiating
hotly throughout the rest of her body, and she felt a strange urge to
move her hips. As she began to buck, Kashyk slid his hand to the
rapidly dampening triangle between her legs. He found her already
swollen clitoris and began to massage gently.

"Oh." Seven's senses whirled as his minstrations had the desired
effect. As her excitement built, he took her hand and placed it where
his had been. She felt the slickness, and realization dawned.
"Foreplay alleviates the trepidation."

"Yes." Kashyk quickly pushed her legs apart with one knee. He allowed
his penis to nudge firmly, tantalizingly against her inner thigh as he
slipped a long finger inside her.

Seven's eyes flew open as her hips lifted instinctively to meet his
hand. He inserted another finger as he expertly found the center of
her desire, and she began to feel waves of sensation wash over her
body. Involuntary, throaty sounds began to escape her as he continued
his exquisite attentions.

Then Kashyk pushed her legs apart, sliding his arms under her knees.
"Look," he commanded, as he pressed the tip of his organ firmly
against the opening of her vagina. With her legs raised and spread,
Seven could watch with fascination as he began to penetrate her.

Before he had a chance to warn her that the first time might cause
discomfort, Seven bucked towards him, wrapping her legs around his
upper arms and body to drive him into her. She held him there
momentarily, absorbing the new expression on his face.

"I am damaging you."

"No," he managed to choke out, on the verge of losing control. "Please
continue." He released her legs and began to thrust steadily,
relentlessly, helpless against the force of his desire. She met him
stroke for stroke, moaning as she flexed her inner muscles to knead
his shaft.

The sensation was more than Kashyk could bear, and he knew that he
wouldn't last much longer. He placed his thumb again on Seven's
swollen clitoris and held it there firmly while he buried himself
completely in her.

The first wave of orgasm slammed through Seven like an electric shock,
arching her back and bringing her shoulders up off the bed. She
grasped Kashyk's arms, riding the pounding of her climax as he came
simultaneously with a fierce cry.

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The next thing Kashyk was aware of was a cool cloth wiping his face.
His eyes fluttered open to see a fully-clothed Seven of Nine sitting
on the bed next to him. He had been cleaned up, and was lying naked
under the covers. She pulled her hand away as she saw his eyes open.

"You are spent."

Kashyk nodded dumbly.

"I must regenerate as well. Thank you for teaching me. It was quite
pleasurable."

"You're welcome," he rasped, attempting to sit up.

"May we continue tomorrow?"

He looked at her in disbelief. "Uh... certainly."

"Very well. I will see you at 07:00 hours." Seven got up, tossed the
washcloth in the waste reclamator, and strode purposefully from the
room.

Kashyk's eyes rolled up in his head as he fell back against the
pillows, dazed.

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The End