Title: Shoot for the Stars
Author: AMB Ricardo
Series: VOY
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Codes: K/7Summary: Harry lures Seven into the holodeck to have their first perfect moment. It's a PWP. What else is there to say, but it's got foreplay, rising action, and a climax.
Disclaimer: Everything Star Trek belongs to Paramount and Viacom. I am simply using the context for creative purposes. No copyright infringment intended....aw, you know the drill; as if they'd read this anyway...
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Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at a PWP. Be nice; be mean, do with me what you will...<whip snap> Tell me.
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"Seven, are you busy?" Harry asked over the comm.
"I am running a level two diagnostic of the secondary sensor relay," she responded from the Astrometrics lab.
Harry chuckled, "Making yourself busy, I see."
Seven sighed. "Yes. There is nothing new to report on long range sensors."
"Well then, this is a perfect time for you to come to the holodeck."
"I would rather run this diagnostic," Seven said bluntly.
"Come on, Seven, I've been meaning to show you this program ever since our first date. I promise you that it'll be worth it."
"Just as you promised that expanding my palette with Gagh would be 'worth it'?"
"Hey, how was I to know that the nanoprobes in your body would start assimilating it just because it was still wiggling as it went down your esophagus?"
"My point exactly."
Harry gave an exasperated sigh. "This is a program, not a piece of live food. You just have to observe. No eating. I promise. And, it will let you see the stars in a whole new perspective. Come on, Seven, it will be fun."
Seven mulled it over but decided it was more interesting than staring at a computer panel. "I will arrive shortly."
"Great, Kim out."
Harry felt a youthful eagerness as he gazed at his 'perfected' creation. He just couldn't wait for Seven's reaction to his latest star-gazing program. It was dynamic; it was real; it was 'outta sight.'
Approaching the holodeck, Seven felt a certain level of anticipation, driven by Harry's excessively eager voice. He sounded so alive and excited, that she was genuinely curious as to the cause of such a reaction. Up until their third excursion into the holodeck, Harry seemed rather tense and serious, apparently interested in how she judged her experiences with human idiosyncraties than actually enjoying their time together. His attitude seemed forced, as if trying to be more like her than being himself, if only to attempt to create a logically compatible bond that he felt she was comfortable with. It definitely differed to his interactions with Tom Paris and B'elanna Torres.
The doors opened and she found herself staring into a barrage of stars racing past her at warp speed. It was a little disconcerting at first, but it definitely grabbed her attention. As she stepped in far enough for the doors to close and disappear behind the active hologrid, she discovered she was standing on the exterior of a bulkhead. Looking down, she saw the forward section of the saucer section of Voyager, and concluded she was standing on a re-creation of the exterior of the ship. Turning around she saw Harry beaming with delight. "Why are you smiling like that?"
He walked up to her as he spoke, "Because you gave me the exact expression I was hoping for."
"And that was?"
"Surprise. Amazement."
"You are exaggerating my response."
"Maybe," Harry smiled, "But nevertheless, I liked what I saw."
Seven couldn't help but return the smile to Harry. He was definitely surprising at the moment, and his excitement was contagious. Harry took her by the hand, and walked with her to the front end of the bridge-top. "Just look at all those stars. They're like possibilities that never end; always coming, always in motion, a constant stream of possibilities."
"Perhaps."
Harry turned to her, his face confident despite the close proximity to Seven. "I think it's breathtaking."
Seven looked into his eyes and found a boldness that she found enticing. It was a new facet of Harry that challenged her pre-existing conclusions about him. Given the appropriate conditions, Harry would be decisive, and determined. Just like her. Still gazing into his eyes, she said, "You are not looking at the stars."
Harry grinned. "It's not just the stars."
Seven began to feel a strange sensation within her in response to his words. Her curiosity of Harry seemed to swell to uncontrollable levels, her eyes gazed longingly at his eyes, and his lush lips. She was losing her rational thinking to her feelings, but in a last attempt, she asked, "Why did you ask me here?"
His voice was soft, his eyes looking at her lips as they spoke, his hand caressing hers. "I told you, I wanted to show you this program."
She felt herself get closer as she asked with a near whisper, "Why?"
"I wanted to have a perfect moment with you."
"As do I," were the last words she was able to utter before they tenderly embraced lips. Their soft touch began a swell of anticipation, a yearning for more. She let all her reason go, succumbing to the sensuality of their touch. She closed her eyes as they kissed, letting their exploration proceed through touch alone.
She felt Harry's hand release hers and began to caress her waist, up and down, as if surface probes surveying the terrain. She gasped as suddenly she felt his hands push her body towards his, his arms maintaining a tight embrace.
She could feel a pulsating length grow on Harry, it's movement exciting her own body. Her yearning curiosity slid her hands to his firming sexuality, illiciting a soft moan from Harry's insistent lips. Her touch seemed to quicken Harry's insistence, as she felt the wetness of his tongue probe deeper past her lips.
The smooth embrace of tongues, made both their hands move faster; Harry sliding Seven's suit zipper down, Seven stroking Harry up. Finishing their duty, his hands moved to embrace her face. Feeling Harry leaving her lips, she opened her eyes, and saw a passion-filled flushness in his face. Wanting, Seven stood still as Harry slowly slid her suit off her body. She shivered at the slight breeze of the warping stars, desiring a warmth to sooth her. But she had to wait a little longer.
Harry slipped Seven's suit to her waist and slid his hands up as he stood and admired the view. "You are so perfect." She smiled at his words, but was growing impatient. She took his face in her hands, and welcomed the warmth of a kiss. Harry's hands obliged stroking her back, down to her ass.
His lips parted hers yet again, moving quickly down to her chin, her neck, to her chest, leaving a warm, wet trail down to the valley between. Inhaling her scent, he glided his lips over one breast, suckling it's peak, while stroking and squeezing the other. Impassioned with sensations, Seven felt for more, stroking her hands through Harry's hair, the friction enriching the softness of his lips and hands over her. She gasped with pleasure at the coolness of her wet nipple as Harry moved to the other. Her stroking became more aggressive, a desire for her to act.
She moved her hands over to the zipper of Harry's suit, and began to slide it open. Unwilling to wait any longer, she shifted her body enough to the bottom of his suit, and grabbed it off his body. It slid down to his feet, leaving him in his purple uniform shirt, and white shorts, with his member poking upwards. Seeing his sexuality in force, she impatiently ripped his shirt off, and glared longingly at his shorts.
"Go ahead," Harry said with a wanting all his own.
She slipped his boxers ever so slowly, watching his length, move down with his shorts, until it bobbed free into the open space. She still gazed at it, as if waiting for Harry to tell her what to do. Imstructive, Harry said, "Touch it."
She obliged, first patting its head and watching it pulse, and noting Harry's gasp. Eager for more, Harry grabbed Seven's hand and folded it over his length and began to stroke, her hand under his. Soon enough, Seven was on her own, Harry giving minor thrusts expanding her effectiveness.
"Now lick it," Harry commanded. Seven looked up at him, confused. "Like a tongue," Harry suggested.
She first touched with the tip of her tongue, cautious. She moved around its head, feeling it pulse with pleasure. Gradually she immersed his cock, wrapping her tongue around it, Harry's tip brushing against the inside of her lips. Urging for more, Harry clutched Seven's hair, and eagerly pushed himself into Seven's mouth. Guiding her again, he slowly moved her head over his. He slowly let go, noting Seven's quick, and apparently eager continuance. His body began to sway ever more strongly, more of his cock entering Seven's mouth.
"Yeah..." he moaned, "...suck it." Thinking Harry was giving her another command, she decidedly tightened her lips around his length. Harry grunted with unanticipated pleasure, moaning louder and louder as he swayed more and more.
Harry's desire sparked a yearn to touch, and he slowed his motions, finally withdrawing himself from Seven, and lifting her mouth to his lips. An aggressive kiss led to him guiding her to her back, slipping the rest of her suit off, and positioning his head, near her folded feminine lips. He looked passionately at Seven, and felt the anticipation in her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his lips to her belly, leaving wet kisses as he lowered closer...and closer...and closer.
Her scent of arousal called for him to touch. But he teased, moving his lips to her knee, and sliding his face deeper into her femininity. He passed over, only to slide up the other thigh, and back again. He could feel her anticipation growing as he slid back, her legs tightening, her breath exhaling. Her satisfaction began as he rubbed his fingers over the folds in an even circular motion. His pace quickened, causing Seven to react with moans and tense sighs of pleasure. Her body bent and flexed, moving to position his fingers to brush over her clit. His fingers getting moist, Harry decidedly stopped, causing Seven to gasp with displeasure "Continue!" Seven demanded.
Harry grinned and obeyed. Maintaining eye contact, he moved his lips over to her clit and vibrated his tongue over it. Seven's moaned with greater intensity, he back arching at the intensity of sensation Harry was intently providing. She gasped as she felt a finger enter her, Harry's tongue unrelenting. The rhythmic motion of his finger, slowly moving deeper and deeper caused her arms to tense outward, her hands slamming against the bulkhead, as if searching for something to grab on to. Her moans grew to grunts; her grunts turned to gasps; her gasps turned to whines of pleasure.
Turned on by her cries, Harry whipped up and inserted himself into a tight and wet Seven. He thrust himself as deep as he could, relishing in her warmth. Like a giant crankshalt, he pulsed with slow, momentous drive, his arms braced to the bulkhead, raising her legs to maximize penetration.
Harry's intensity quickened, his mind yielding to the tight, smooth friction, craving for more. His entire body motioned with mutual understanding; his shoulders tensed to pillar his pulsating waist, his ass tightening with every thrust. His scent was intensifying as his body grew moist with sweat. In this moment of utter physical delight, the warping stars seemed to pause with his every thrust, the possibilities coming and going, coming and going, coming and going.
As toned as his body was, his drive was inevitably slowing. He wanted more, and he felt Seven wanting more, but he was tiring. He slowed to embrace Seven, his sweat smearing all over her chest. Unspent, Seven rolled Harry on his back, and continued with thrusts of her own. Her assets facing Harry, she engaged his member, slapping her outer lips onto his pubic hair with every forceful bounce. Their breaths began to go in unison, as she pumped with efficient regularity, Harry's legs bouncing and smacking in rhythm over the bulkhead.
Harry could feel her anticipation, and readied for her zenith. "My turn," he grunted.
Bracing Seven's back, they traded positions, Harry remaining inside her. After they quickly positioned themselves, Harry began to thrust with renewed vigour. Harry looked straight into her eyes, the only unmoveable constant in the fervour of sexual bliss. Her facial expression was one of aggressive defiance, unyielding to his male stamina. Harry continued his savage intensity, unwilling to yield to his concurrent mate.
Their facial permanence began to erode, as the physical sensations intensified beyond their control. Seven strained to maintain her control, her face straining to maintain it's unemotional state. Her lips began to part in anticipation, her breath shallow, her face flushed. Harry no longer was looking at her, his eyes closed, focused on keeping going.
Every pulsation led to a louder grunt by Harry and a higher moan by Seven. The warping stars, the pumping penis, primal grunts, throbbing vagina, bobbing breasts, slapping skin, sweat, thrusts, in, out, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YES, YYYEEESSS!!"
"UUUUHHHH! uh...UUUHHH!...uh...UUHH...uh...UH...uh..."
Harry collapsed on to a dazed Seven of Nine. His face landing softly on her breast, he cupped it with his hand, and moved it to his lips. They lay there together, one gazing at the prefection of his partner's body, the other gazing at the perfection of her partner's stars. "Gawd, that was so good." Harry commented weakly, his hair soaked with the sweat of his efforts."It was so...perfect," Seven responded.
"For a first time," Harry said with a smirk.
"Yes, for our first time." Harry seemed too weary to notice her emphasis of the word 'our,' and all the better. There seemed no need for him to know that this was not Seven's first sexual experience. In any case, it really didn't matter as this was surely her best experience. "Your efficiency was more than sufficient."
Harry gave a tired affirmative hum as he drifted to sleep on top of Seven. Still desiring his warmth, his closeness, she wrapped her arms around him, thinking of their next excursion together.
THE END.
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