Title: It happened one Night. (Sequel to: Object of her affection) Author: Veronica Jane Williams Series: Voyager Codes : VOY, P/7 Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Paramount created the sultry Seven. I just borrowed her so she could let down her hair a little. This little smut piece is mine. Warning: This story is a follow-up to "Object of her Affection"; it contains scenes of a sexually explicit nature between certain consenting adults on Voyager. SUMMARY: It happened one night. Now Seven wants to be Annika. IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT For Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to the Unimatrix 01, six weeks passed since the night Tom Paris rejected her advances which she thought was motivated by a high degree of selfless love. She had little idea how to handle this situation that was so totally foreign to her, one that so completely inured her hitherto unexplored emotions. She imagined that every crew member she passed in the corridors could see that she had brazenly offered her services to Tom. While responses like "that is irrelevant" threatened to burst from her lips, she knew that her celebrated cool as ice guard had to slip into place if she were to hide her turbulent feelings. During the past six weeks she managed to avoid too close contact with Tom, knowing with new and painful insight that she would blush, become embarrassed in his presence. Embarrassed about something she thought six weeks ago was no big deal, to use Tom's turn of phrase. Then it had been to perform a basic biological function, an act of intercourse which should have left no residue of emotional connection, of losing herself and giving her heart. Her feelings and emotions which up to now had merely been unnecessary adjuncts to her clinical and disciplined way of doings things, were utterly scrambled, loosened in the time Tom Paris made her feel like a woman. He made her feel all those things while he made love to her. Made love to her? He simply used his hands and mouth with such expertise that she reeled with all sorts of delicious sensations. How was she to know at all that her heart, a vital organ necessary for her continued existence would betray her so? Her heart seemed to burn every time she thought of him. It lurched every time she passed him, or when he spoke to her **** It was the following day, after her regeneration had been halted abruptly for the umpteenth time that she decided a visit to the sickbay would result in some cure for her Borg insomnia. "Doctor... Oh, it's you," she said as she saw Tom standing at a computer console monitoring data. Tom swung round when he heard her voice. "Seven! What brings you here?" he asked, a query clear in his eyes. "Where is the Doctor?" she asked sharply, managing to look him in the eye. "He's with the Captain, in her quarters. Is there anything I can help with?" he asked as he approached her. She took a step back as if afraid that he would touch her. . "No - no... it's nothing, Tom," she said quickly, but she felt a sting behind her eyelids and knew she would burst into tears if she did not - did not get out of... "Seven!" Tom called as he watched her hurry out of sickbay without an explanation. He cursed himself, knowing he was the cause of her discomfiture. He wondered what she wanted to see the Doctor about. Seven was in radiant and superlative health, she had to have another reason for wanting to see their EMH. He was concerned about her. She had been gradually avoiding him since that night six weeks ago. He felt such a pig for hurting her like that that night. She had left his quarters very distraught. He could see it in the way she squared her shoulders, as if she physically forced herself to discipline, and not give in to what he thought was her obvious distress. He saw it in the way her lips trembled and her eyes shone, the blue glass breaking into pieces as they filled with tears. But she held herself rigid, refused to give in to her pain. She left with so much dignity as she could muster. And he? He never slept that night. It bothered him that he kept thinking of her, that she stole into his thoughts, most of the time unbidden. He was supposed to pine for B'Elanna, wasn't he? He was still emotionally attached to B'Elanna, wasn't he? So why was he suddenly thinking about a blue-eyed ice-princess so often lately? After weeks of watching B'Elanna settle surprisingly into a sort of calm, after weeks of turning over and over in his mind and heart his own guilt and remorse that he had been the cause of the relationship failing, he knew he was deluding himself. He had been letting B'Elanna go long before she ended it, he thought. It struck him with such a force that he sat down on the biobed, feeling the blood rush to his head and ears, a noise that thundered along with the realisation that it was mainly his ego that got a bashing the day he discovered B'Elanna with Bristow. He had refused to entertain the thought that he could possibly lose out to someone else for B'Elanna's affections, that he was conceited enough to imagine that B'Elanna could not possibly have a satisfying relationship with a person other than himself. But he had seen in the past six weeks how B'Elanna became more centered, more assured and less bristling, not the restlessness she had experienced while she was with him. He was mightily resentful in the beginning, feeding his own jealousy and envy, but the last few days... he wondered why it didn't hurt so much any more. At least not with that sharp, intense pain of the beginning when all he wanted to do was drown his sorrow in endless glasses of bourbon. Bourbon... then Seven came... Seven! He jumped up from the biobed, started pacing the sickbay. He had to remain until the EMH returned, since his own duty shift ended only in two hours time. He was suddenly restless, wanting to speak to Seven and give her some indication at least that he did not reject her, did not really want to spurn her advances. He wanted to comfort her, make those clouds that he saw in her eyes go away, for he knew he was the cause of it. It was a new and not unpleasant sensation that took hold of him - correction, that consolidated itself in his heart: he cared about her. He cared a great deal. He did not ever want to see Seven hurt. Her demeanour, her rigidity and sometimes alarming honesty and outspokenness belied her tender heart, her ability to be as soft and kind as the next person. It belied her genuine naiveté about such basic functions as making love. She was as vulnerable as the next person. Therefore in need of protection. He wanted to be that person to fulfill that need in her, he thought with great tenderness. Drat, where is that EMH when you need him, he thought impatiently. He knew Seven was supposed to be regenerating right now, so why was she out of it and in sickbay? "Computer," he commanded suddenly, "locate Seven of Nine." "Seven of Nine is in her quarters," came the impersonal voice of the computer. "When was Seven of Nine designated quarters?" he asked, frowning. She was Borg, and had slowly become human again. She still needed to regenerate. "Borg do not sit," she often reminded them. If they didn't sit, why would she need to be prone, like lying on a bed? It was curious he thought, since he never thought of her being assigned to quarters before. "Computer, when was Seven of Nine assigned quarters?" he asked mainly to satisfy his curiosity but also a dawning idea. "On stardate 52403.5." Two days before she came to me on the holodeck. More than six weeks ago. Curious. He grimaced. He sounded like Tuvok. "Computer, where is Seven's quarters located?" "Deck 4 section 15." "What?" "Please rephrase your request." "No, no questions," he said quickly. They were on the same deck and he didn't know. Then he remembered that one or two small cabins were vacant there. But it made greater sense since the cargo bays were on deck 4. He doubted that Seven used the cabin until...today? He knew he had to see her before the day was out. Also to find out why she wanted to see the Doctor... ******** At 2100 Tom stood in front of Seven's designated quarters and pressed the chime. There was no response. He pressed again, pursing his lips determinedly. There was a long pause before he heard the command to enter. The doors slid open and he stepped inside, hearing the gentle swish as it closed again. She stood in the lounge, a few paces away from him, on attention with her hands stiffly at her sides. She was in her stunning blue cat suit, the one he removed from her body as though it were a second skin the night he almost made love to her. "Hello, Seven." "Tom." "I'd like to speak with you, Seven, if I may - " "I do not see any reason that you should wish to engage in any social interaction with me, Tom. You have made that clear when you - when you defended your position to me six weeks ago..." "I needed time, Seven, to resolve certain issues," he said softly as he stepped up to her, took her by her arm and led her to the couch. There he pressed her gently to sit down, and then he seated himself next to her. He noticed her heightened colour, the eyes that shone, yet she tried to mask whatever it was she felt. He hoped that she was secretly glad to have him there. He touched her cheek gently. She closed her eyes then looked at him again. "You have resolved those issues, Tom?" she asked and he heard a definite hopeful sound in her voice. He cupped her other cheek, brought his lips so close that the touch on hers was a mere whisper, like a butterfly softly fluttering her wings. Yet the touch ignited an intense pleasure in her that suffused her entire body. "I think I have. Yeah, I have..." "Is that why you are here, Tom?" "Boy, you really think I'm a jerk, don't you? I - " he paused, traced her lips with his thumb. "I care about you," he said hoarsely. "And right now you need to regenerate, is that it?" She pulled away from him and turned her face away. She didn't want to look at him, but he had seen her distress. He had an idea what was going on with her, and it worried him. "I - I am unable to complete my cycles every time I have to regenerate, Tom," she said slowly, then turned to look him in the eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. "I gathered that much. I've been to cargo bay 2, and studied the computer data of the last number of weeks. You have not had proper "sleep" for weeks, Seven!" "I - I am awake even when I am supposed to "sleep" as you say," she offered quietly, rising from the couch and moving to stand against the desk. "And your present condition of "insomnia" was brought on by what, Seven?" he asked as he too rose and went to stand in front of her. He took her hands in his, willing her silently to tell him the truth so that he could help her. He already sensed he was the root of her sleeplessness, but he had this inclination to hear it from her. "I - " she looked away, but her cupped her cheeks again and made look at him. He was glad she did not resist the action, and it gave him hope that she was not completely averse to him being there, standing so close to her, wanting to - dear God... was that what was happening? He wanted to comfort her, dammit! "I think of you all the time, Tom. It seems I have no resistance when you are in my thoughts, torturing me..." "How do I torture you?" he asked huskily, his mouth close to hers. She could feel his warm breath fanning her face, inciting her own desire to be touched by him again. "I dream that you touch me... like you did that night..." "You experience erotic thoughts, Seven?" he asked, planting a soft kiss against her lips. She leaned into him, wanting to prolong the sensation, but he pulled away again. "Yes..." she said shyly now. "Yes, I do... I cannot stop what I feel for you, Tom Paris. I tried to, you know. I tried very hard. But I have found it impossible. It is why I can't find any rest..." "What do you feel, Seven?" he whispered softly, his blue eyes piercing, so blue she thought if it was possible that she could die in those moments of sheer need for him, she would. "I love you, Tom," came her soft answer. "Oh, Seven," he groaned before he took her in his arms and held her close for long moments, his hand pressing her head gently so that she nuzzled her face in his neck. He felt such an overwhelming feeling of protection, he knew was halfway to reciprocating her feelings. He held her away from him, and looked deeply into her own blue eyes, now misting over with tears. "Don't cry, sweetheart," he croaked again as he hugged her fiercely to him, feeling how she shuddered. After a few moments she became calm again and when she looked at him, she smiled. Seven smiled at him. His heart turned over. "It's time to remove your suit again, Annika," he said softly as he led her to her room. He made her sit on the edge of her bed, then knelt in front of her. She looked quizzically at him as he parted her knees and settled himself between them, his arms going around her waist. He rested his head against her impressive bosom and felt like swooning at the way it turned him on. He was aroused, painfully so, but Seven was still an innocent...he was going to take his time...he hoped... "Something I've fantasized about for a long time, Annika," he whispered as he removed the pin from her hair. He gasped as her golden hair cascaded in soft, gentle falls around her face. It softened her appearance incredibly. He ran his fingers through her hair and sighed. "You like my hair down, Tom?" she asked softly. "Always, when I'm here with you, Annika." He noticed that she didn't object to him calling her by her birth name, and it emboldened him. "Then I shall wear it down, when I'm here..." "Good," he murmured again as his hand went to her back and he found the hidden zipper to the suit pulling it down very gently. His hand seared her skin where he touched her. She moaned her pleasure. "Do you want this to happen, Seven?" "Annika," she whispered. "Yes..." she said as her hands reached for his jacket and she opened it, feeling his skin through the fabric of the turtleneck. He gasped as she touched his nipples. "You are learning quickly, Annika. Too quickly," he managed as she started to rub his chest while his hands were at her shoulders, pushing the soft blue stretch fabric of her suit down and over her magnificent breasts. He buried his face against them and groaned out loud. Then he captured one nipple in his mouth, heard her own sharp intake of breath as he pulled on her nipple, starting a sucking that had her squirming against him. She pressed closer, her hands holding his head. She felt the ripple of intense pleasure tearing through her, her pubis very wet, awash with her juices. "Love me, Tom..." was all she could say as he turned his attention to the other nipple that stood already erect in complete sympathy with its partner. It quivered, waiting for Tom's mouth to cover it. When he did his mouth engulfed her aureole, her flesh so sweet and soft he reeled with the pleasure, his own erection hurting like hell as it begged for release. When he released her, it was to push her suit over her hips. She stood up as he pulled it down, his mouth immediately reaching for her pubis. She gasped out loud when she felt his hot mouth covering her. And all he said was: "You are ready..." He quickly removed the offending garments together with her shoes. She stood naked in front of him. He faced her. Blue eyes looking into blue eyes, hot and flushed. Blonde hair shining in the soft overhead light. Noses almost touching. Her hands were at his side, pulling his turtleneck up and over his waist, just as he said: "Undress me," in a hoarse voice. He lifted his arms as she pulled his shirt off him, her mouth latching onto his nipple. "God, Seven..." "Annika..." "Okay..." He squirmed as sharp needles of intense electric heat stung every nerve cell in his body. "Ahhh..." "I - I am sorry..." "No! no... it's perfectly okay... I like when you do that...," he murmured as her teeth grazed his nipple. Damn he thought. Where did she learn this? Her fingers hooked in his trouser band and slowly she pushed it down, taking his briefs with it. His stiff erection sprang from its restraining garment, bobbing gently near her face. He used his feet to pushed the rest off, his boots already divested. Her hands held his hot shaft gently and she looked a few seconds, watching with fascination the tiny gleaming pre-cum droplet at the opening of the little slit. Her tongue snaked out and caught it, lapping along the slit to catch it in her mouth. The feather like touch sent him reeling. "Annika..." He held onto her shoulders and brought her up to stand again. She looked at him, then said softly: "You are beautiful..." "Annika..." he croaked again before he pushed her gently against the bed so that her knees buckled. He helped her down to lie fully on the bed. He lay next to her, his hands touching her everywhere, caressing her nipples. He bent over her to nip her ear lobe. She gave a little cry of pleasure at the touch. His mouth traveled to the hollow in her neck, licking with his tongue. He half reclined over her, his one knee parting her legs. She gasped and he saw a slight panic rise in her eyes. "Shhh... it will be alright, Annika," he whispered. She was calmed by the promise she heard in his voice. He marveled at the absolute flat planes of her stomach; it looked so perfect that he groaned as his tongue dipped into her navel. Her hands were in his hair and when he looked at her flushed face he thought he had never seen her look more beautiful, with her hair fanned out about her on the pillow. He sought out her navel again, dipping his tongue in and out. Her hips rose to meet his tongue and he pressed her down gently again. He mouth slid further down, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin as a film of sweat covered it. She was breathing heavily and her body arched the second his tongue touched her pubis, parting the damp curls expertly. He found her centre, nudging her soft folds gently away before he thrust his tongue in her. She raised her hips to match his rhythm as he pushed hard in her. He stopped as he felt her climax building in her. "Please... more..." she pleaded. He lapped at her, his tongue parting her sheath to reveal the tiny pink and erect nub. He captured it between his teeth and she cried out again as the pleasure tore through her. She heaved once then gave herself over the rocking climax. She pushed hard against his mouth, a long thing wail emanating from her as he held her hips and waited for her to come down. She floated down gently, her breathing coming in short gasps. He slid between her legs and himself poised above her, kissing her passionately. He was drowning in her heat; her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He waited. "Tom...?" She felt his shaft positioned snugly against her opening so that she involuntarily spread her legs wider. "Shhh..." he said as he held his shaft and pressed it gently into her opening. He watched her eyes widen with surprise. "Oh, my God..." he croaked as he eased himself slowly into her very tight sheath. His hands were at the sides of her head. He watched the surprise give way to fascination then to desire as her lips parted. He was only halfway into her, her sheath so tight, so narrow... He felt his own resolve slipping as he thrust fully into her, just hearing her soft cry. Then he started pushing and pulling slowly, allowing her time to adjust which she did with so much speed it surprised him. It made him bold as he held her head, his mouth locked to hers, gasping and moaning as she quickly matched his rhythm. He wanted to die with the pleasure of it as he felt her sheath muscles tightening around him, clutching, not letting him go. His thrusts became more forceful while she brought her legs up and around him. They rocked, Tom pounding into her, his own thoughts of wanting to be gentle flying away as she encouraged him to thrust harder and harder into her. Seven thought she would expire from sheer pleasure as Tom's shaft moved in her, filling her to the hilt, drawing out almost completely before thrusting so hard, she grunted with every thrust he made. She wanted him to get deep into her, his movements wild yet still maintaining a rocking rhythm. She could feel herself reaching that edge again, the power and swirling mass of sensual eddies building inside her, swelling with every thrust Tom took, hearing his own grunts as he pumped into her. She closed her eyes, her throat became constricted, then a low animal like growl escaped her as a she thundered over the edge, taking screaming Tom a second later with her. For a few moments their movements were so intense as the orgasms rocked them that Seven was unaware that her nails dug deep furrows in Tom's back as they hung suspended for eons in the aftermath of their explosive climax. Their breathing returned to normal only after long minutes. Tom had collapsed over her, his face in her neck. "Annika..." he whispered softly, feeling embarrassingly how a tear rolled down his cheek. "Shhh...Tom. I love you..." she comforted him. He was still joined to her, and a few moments later took her to the heights again. When it was over he settled himself beside her and resting on his elbow, he looked into her eyes. She could not mistake that look. He looked at her the way he used to look at...her... She could not bring herself to think of her name. Seven felt happy, so happy that she smiled again at Tom. He kissed the tip of her nose, then brushed her lips with his. She kissed him back, her hand cupping his head and holding him close. He stayed like that for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling until he realised she was not responding to the way his fingers were squeezing her nipple, hoping to incite her again. When he looked at her, her eyes were closed. She was sleeping! He almost gasped in surprise. She had not slept or regenerated properly for weeks and now... now she was at peace, she had him. He watched her sleep, reveled in hearing her even breathing, her head turned towards him. He didn't mind. He loved her, that's what. Perhaps in time he will love her with the great passion and care and intensity that she deserved, but right now, his heart sang that he at last could feel again. And Annika was instrumental in his reparation this time. She deserved all he could give her of himself now. He bent down to kiss her again, got up and walked to her wardrobe to get another Starfleet issue blanket and tucked her gently in. She moaned slightly, then smiled in her sleep. Tom smiled, touched her cheek before he went into the shower. Some time later he was dressed and ready to leave. He had duty on the bridge at 2300. **** When Seven woke in the early hours of the morning, she was disoriented for a few moments, then memories came surging back. She lay back and felt such an immense sense of peace, just enjoying thinking about Tom. She looked at the bedside table, saw the PADD. Reaching for it, she read: "My love, I had to leave to go on duty. I will see you tonight at 2200. Think of me. Tom." For a full five minutes Annika Hansen clutched the PADD to her bosom and entertained hopes and dreams at last of a future with Tom. END Let me know how you found the latest installment in this saga. This page courtesy Geocities.