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"captain, as i am now no longer borg my human skin is prone to damage from uv rays... can you help me apply this human uv protection known as 'sunscreen'?"
Oh my gooodd I just see them on shore leave and Janeway is still so self conscious about not taking advantage of Seven who doesn't always understand human interactions and flirting and such... and to be fair at the start Seven really did take a while to get used to such human matters, but now she'd Really like Janeway to get a hint adsfg
Seven, probably: and we can share a room to reduce costs, yes?
Janeway: oh, we have enough funds at the moment to - *destroys Seven's Only One Bed dreams*
Seven: will you go on a dinner date with me?
Janeway: sure we can grab dinner out instead of getting room service, then we don't have to worry about coming back to the hotel in time...
Seven: The Hotel Bar Has Alcohol. Please Get Drunk So Maybe You'll Pick Up On My Flirting
Janeway: oh, but you don't drink much or at all right? Seriously, you can also pick some of what we want to do on vacay, or we also don't have to do it all together - I know you're still new to this whole human thing and -
Seven: *stomps off into her room* *puts on the skimpiest swimwear she is comfortable wearing* *grabs the sunscreen* I Will Get You To Notice Me Or So Help Me
I wrote a 1k fic from Janeway's perspective of the swimsuit moment, you can find it on Ao3 & Tumblr!
For the day one prompt of the @startrekfemslashweek: only one bed! 1.4k words, G, no warnings
Summary: Modern AU. Michael is feeling down about her not-relationship with her boss, Philippa Georgiou, and her own lack of plans for her vacation days. To get away from it all, she throws some clothes into her backpack and starts driving without a destination in mind: anywhere that isn't home sounds just about right. When she stops at a motel for the night, she's surprised to see a familiar face...
Summary: Janeway and Seven of Nine, on shore leave beach vacation! Can they keep it professional? Do they want to keep it professional?
Inspired by this art by @spacephobos! <3
1k words, rated T, no warnings apply.
Seven: and we can share a room to reduce costs, yes?
Janeway: oh, we have enough funds at the moment to... *destroys Seven's Only One Bed dreams*
Seven: will you go on a dinner date with me?
Janeway: sure we can grab dinner out instead of getting room service, then we don't have to worry about coming back to the hotel in time...
Seven: The Hotel Bar Has Alcohol. Please Get Drunk So Maybe You'll Pick Up On My Flirting
Janeway: oh, but you don't drink much or at all right? Seriously, you can also pick some of what we want to do on vacay, or we also don't have to do it all together - I know you're still new to this whole human thing and -
Seven: *stomps off into her room* *puts on the skimpiest swimwear she is comfortable wearing* *grabs the sunscreen* I Will Get You To Notice Me Or So Help Me
Cross-posted to Ao3, or keep reading on tumblr:
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Kathryn isn't sure what she had expected when she asked Seven to join her on shore leave.
It had mainly been intended as a way to get Seven to relax a little, to stand down and loosen up her always-rigid posture, to learn to have a little human fun -
But, if she's being honest, she hadn't expected Seven (who sticks to regulations like they're the highest mandates and not guidelines rarely applicable to their situation far from Starfleet command, who still regularly wears the biosuit that even the doctor admits might not do much for her anymore after so long, and regenerates in her alcove instead of sleeping even though the advantages compared to normal sleep are negligible at best) to give in that easily.
Of course, she should have calculated in the fact that Seven wants to do what is considered correct in any given situation, and, having probably found some kind of manual for a beach vacation (more likely an entertainment video or some old adverts than an actual instructional manual - Kathryn makes a mental note that just because something is telling you to do something, they might not have your best interests at heart- they might in fact be trying to sell you something).
While Kathryn is still sorting through her luggage - is it really worth unpacking everything if they're only here a couple days? - Seven has already efficiently dealt with her own luggage, gone to investigate the hotel and surrounding area, and returned to report back about a 'nutriciously suboptimal but varied selection' at the hotel bar and 'perfect local beach conditions' before going into her own room to change.
Kathryn is still torn between putting everything on the shelves and leaving at least her clothes in the bag so she'll have a quicker time of packing if they're called back for an emergency when the door to the adjoining room opens again.
Seven is wearing a swimsuit with a plunging neckline, the tight, dark fabric contrasting beautifully with her light skin and blonde hair that is falling over her shoulders in loose waves.
Kathryn has never laid eyes on anything this torturously delectable.
"Captain?" Seven asks, patiently waiting for Kathryn to answer.
She hopes she hasn't been caught staring for too long. Fuck, hopefully Seven hadn't already had to try and get her attention repeatedly!
"Yes, Seven?" Her voice is only slightly higher than usual, and thankfully Seven doesn't comment on it.
"As I am now no longer Borg, my human skin is prone to damage from UV rays," Seven states, then holds out a white spray-bottle. "Could you help me apply this human UV protection known as 'sunscreen' before we move to the beach? There is a concerning lack of shade near the oceanfront, and while I want to have the full seaside vacation experience, I do not plan to expose my skin to radiation unprotected."
Kathryn feels her brain short circuit.
And who can blame her, when Seven of Nine is asking her to put her hands on all that glorious skin, to rub sunscreen onto her back, maybe hold her hair away from her neck to slide her hands up and over her neck, lingering on her shoulders, letting her fingers slide down, getting close to her decolletage-
No, she can't let herself fantasize about this. She definitely/ can't do/ it, not when Seven has no idea what it would mean for Kathryn. And while putting sunscreen onto someone's back by no means has/ to be a sexual act, clearly she can't be trusted around the other woman.
"Ah, as your superior I don't think that's quite appropriate to -"
"But you have said that there is no hierarchy on shore leave!" Seven argues.
Kathryn had/ said that, but only to get Seven to pick some plans on her own instead of continuing to constantly refer to Kathryns expertise!
"Besides, I am not part of Starfleet's rank structure to begin with. Why should it not be appropriate for you to help me with this integral safety issue for my skin? While modern medicine can reduce the damaging effects of ailments such as skin cancer, it is still detrimental to one's health, and the use of sunscreen greatly reduces the risk of getting such an malfunction in the first place."
Well, she has her there. Kathryn wants to retort something, but Seven has stepped closer to her while she was speaking, less than an arm's length between them now, and Kathryn feels herself start to sweat without ever having stepped out of the air-conditioned hotel room.
Then, she sees Seven's eyes flick to her lips - a barely noticeable, quick little glance she might have missed if she wasn't so focused on her, but as is, with Seven's gaze burning into her own directly before and after, there's no way to mistake it for anything else.
"Of course, if you/ are - uncomfortable/ - with this arrangement, I could seek out another fellow vacationer for this matter - Captain."
Kathryn snatches the bottle of sunscreen out of Seven's hand so quickly, she doesn't even have time to think about what she is going. The thought of someone else putting their hands all over Seven - no, just no.
Her face is hot with a mix of arousal, mortification - and elation. Oh, she had been so wrong, that little minx knows exactly/ what she is doing! While it is embarrassing that Kathryn has been so slow on the uptake, it does make it less morally questionable to perhaps... take her up on her offer. Request/, her request to platonically put sunscreen onto - oh, who is she kidding. Fuck, does she want to touch what's on offer. Maybe, if that flirty glance to her lips is any indication, more invitations for less clinically explainable touches may follow...
"Turn around - I'll get your back," Kathryn murmurs, pushing Seven's hair away from her nape over her shoulder when Seven complies. It's just as silky soft as she had imagined. "And, at least while we are on shore leave? Call me Kathryn."
divider image by @strangergraphics <3
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