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Holo-Therapy
Seven approached the sleeping form on the bed silently admiring the
naked back and shoulder where the sheet had slid down. Slowly she
shed her robe letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. As
she sat on the side of the bed, her companion awoke. Seven of Nine
looked down into the smiling brown eyes of her lover and felt strong
arms embrace her. Skin to skin chest to chest they kissed deeply. The
smaller woman growled as Seven pinned her hands above her head. Her
growls turned to moans as Seven nipped and kissed her neck and
throat. Soothing the small bites with her tongue as she lavished
attention on each breast. As she sucked a nipple roughly into her
mouth it caused her lover to arch violently into her. Smiling she
treated its mate in a similar fashion as the form beneath her moaned
and writhed, straining against the hands that held her. Seven brought
one of her hands down trusting her borg enhanced hand to secure her
captive. Her hand slipped stealthy into the slick folds of her
hostage causing her to gasp in surprise. Entering her with two
fingers she found the rhythm of her partners thrusts. Stroking the
clit with her thumb soon sent her lover over the edge. The two lovers
took turns passionately satisfying the others needs until they
finally collapsed.
As the smaller woman regained her breath and knowing that their time
was almost up she asked. "Who is she?"
"Who is who?" Seven asked in slight confusion.
"Who have you programmed me to resemble?" The holo therapist asked.
Seven frowned. She had known that programming changes into the
exterior form of the holo character could invoke another set of
subroutines. Still she had been unable to make any head way with the
anonymous sexual surrogate that she had originally activated. Now she
had to deal with the consequences. "I do not wish to discuss that."
Seven turned her head breaking eye contact.
Pulling Seven down into her embrace, the surrogate settled her onto
her chest, kissing her gently on the top of the head and then lightly
rubbing her back. "Annika, I can't help you if you won't talk to me."
As Seven lay there, she wondered about how different it would be if
this were real and not a holodeck fantasy. With a real lover she
would hear a heartbeat and feel her lovers breath whisper along the
back of her neck as they lay like this. Her companions skin had
lacked taste and heat as their lovemaking grew intense. Also there
was an indefinable something missing about the encounters that left
her feeling hollow. As if she were more alone when she left the
holodeck than when she entered. "Her name is B'Elanna Torres."
The End
Sequel On the Couch
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