Visitors 2

I tried to figure out how this was going to work. There was no way she could walk around. No way at all. She’d be *immediately* identified, and there was no way we could say she was just a look alike. I said a silent prayer of thanks that Joyce was gone for so long. This wasn’t going to be easily explained to anyone. I didn’t even think Giles should know about this one. I looked at Buffy. It was her call.

I gave her a slight shrug in response to her look. She frowned a little, deciding something.

"No.. but.. You won’t be able to go out.. There would be too many questions we won’t be able to answer."

"You adapted well." Seven’s logic was almost frightening in its quickness.

"That’s because.. I’m used to strange things happening around here. I have to be quick on my feet."

Seven seemed to accept that and nodded. "I will comply."

I let out a sigh of relief. That disaster was averted. Suddenly my mind produced another.

"Seven… What about your need to regenerate?"

She nodded. "I have thought of that as well. And I believe I shall be fine. The others will work quickly, I have no fear of that. They will not rest until they have exhausted all possibilities."

Buffy chimed in. "Besides, next week we can find out how they did it, and how long it took." She smiled brightly.

I somehow didn’t think it was that easy, and when Seven didn’t comment, I figured she didn’t agree either. But I wasn’t going to let Buffy down. I smiled back. "That’s something to hope for."

Seven half nodded. "Until then, I should be fine…" her voice took on a strange tone. "Sleeping."

I realized she hadn’t tried that yet. ‘Oh this could be interesting.’

"You can sleep in my mom’s room." Buffy spoke up. "You can even wear something of hers to bed."

I groaned inwardly. Buffy was still a newbie to the show. "Um, Buffy? How ‘bout you let me take care of this?"

She looked at me, half opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. "Sure thing. Situation is yours." She smiled at me, looking relieved to be free of that obligation.

I smiled at Seven. "If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters." I was trying hard to speak in a way that wouldn’t confuse her with slang. She nodded and followed me out the door and down the hall.

"This is where you will sleep." I showed her Joyce’s room. "Its different than a ships room, and much different than a Borg alcove, but you should adapt."

"True." She walked around and studied..

*

…everything with interest.

"I’m.. not sure how you want to do this, but.. Most humans sleep in whats called pajamas, or.. uh.. Nothing." The human was blushing. She turned to hide it, but Seven’s keen eye missed nothing. She walked over and imitated some of the old holo’s she’d watched as part of her research on humanity. She sat on the bed and bounced. She had no idea why she was doing it until she’d sat. The bed was quite comfortable. It was soft, yet supported. She could understand why human’s preferred them.

Alex turned back around holding some sort of garment.

"Its a t-shirt." She said helpfully.

"Tee shirt..?" Seven reached out and took hold of the clothing. It was much like the tunic of a uniform. She understood its use, though not why she should wear it. "This is.. necessary?"

Alex blushed a little. "Um, no.. As we said.. You could choose to sleep in nothing, if that’s what you wish."

"Sleeping.. is new to me." Seven said it slowly, still trying to get used to the idea.

"I know, and I wish there was a way I could help you. But, I’m at a loss." She half smiled. "Watching.. your adventures doesn’t help with adapting our ancient ways to your advance technology."

"I understand."

"Um, I think.. it might be rather difficult for you to do right away. I’m afraid that you’ll be unable to sleep until your body forces you too."

Seven thought about that. "This could be true. I am used to staying up for many hours at a time. On ‘Voyager’ I had plenty to keep me occupied. Here…

Nodding, Alex moved to another of the ‘TV’ sets and took up a black device near it. "This is the remote. You can watch whatever you want. It.. may help you get an idea of what this world is like." She chuckled. "Or it will just confuse you. If that’s true.. Feel free to wander the house. Explore whatever you like. I’m sure Buffy won’t mind."

"Thank you. That is very.. kind of you." She hesitated slightly, hoping she was using the words the doctor taught her correctly. She quickly memorized the instructions for operating the remote. It was basic. ‘Though’, she had to keep reminding herself, ‘this is a primitive time.’

"Though I may be able to use some techniques I learned from a holo program to put myself in a trance. Maybe that will help." Seven was glad she thought of it. That could make this easier on herself.

Alex smiled again. "That sounds like a possibility."

"Do you wish me to retire now?"

Alex blinked. "Now? Wish? No. Not at all. I was just showing you where you will be staying. I’m about to take you on a tour of the rest of the house." She smiled. "I’m sure you have a million questions. And we’ll do our best to answer them."

"That will be sufficient. Thank you."

"Then if, once again, you will follow me..?" With that, Alex left the room and started the tour.

*

‘I can’t believe I just showed a Borg around my girlfriends house.’ Midway through, Buffy had joined us, chiming in here and there. But for the most part she seemed content to let me take the lead. Which was a refreshing change. Usually I was the one content to follow. But, with my knowledge of events, it was only natural that I do most of the talking.

I had shown Seven the whole house, top to bottom. And I realized one hasn’t lived until they’ve tried to explain our bathroom facilities to a future dweller. The shower was easy enough, but the toilet gave some problems. It occurred to me mid tour that I had yet to see anyone on that show use the bathroom. Seven tried to explain it to me, but I was lost halfway through. She picked up on that though, and apologized for it.

I was amazed at how well I had adjusted to her presence. I guessed being around Buffy and all that craziness was rubbing off on me.

Now we were all in the living room, Buffy and I settled on the couch, Seven standing slightly to the side. She had started to sit, but I told her that was alright. I knew she preferred to stand. She thanked me in that half startled voice. I seemed to keep catching her off guard with how much I knew.

For some time now we had been answering questions she put to us. Most were about Earth today, but many were about what I knew of her life on ‘Voyager.’ She seemed, for the most part, okay with the fact that I knew her life so well. She was reassured early on that I didn’t know her thoughts, unless we had been witness to her personal log. Which just wasn’t that often.

Finally, we got to the question I had been afraid she’d ask from the beginning. But I couldn’t blame her. I knew she’d get around to it eventually. And I knew it was going to be as direct as possible.

"What was going on when…

*

…I appeared?"

Seven had been waiting to ask that question. She knew how humans were when it came to sexuality and copulation. So far, no one had really been willing to discuss it with her. She had apparently frightened off Harry Kim when she had tried to copulate with him. She knew he had a "crush" on her, to use a term she’d picked up on board the ship. But she didn’t know what to do with it.

Alex looked resigned, Buffy blushed and looked to the ground.

"I knew this was going to come up. And I’ve been trying to think of the best way to answer it." Alex spoke up suddenly. "I.. know.. most of what you’ve experienced on ‘Voyager’ has been frustrating. No one willing to answer your questions, at least to the full extent that you’d like. And.. I’m willing to give it a try."

"I understand the human need to keep things private, but I do not understand why they seem to be ashamed of their sexual nature." Seven was pleased that she had this opportunity. The only ones she’d felt comfortable asking about this had been Tuvok and Janeway. Neither was exactly approachable though. Except for the Captain. But she was always so busy.

Seven decided to take advantage of this opening.

"You were both half clothed. When I first appeared, you were both lying on the bed, appearing to be engaging in copulation. How is this possible with two women?" She waited patiently.

Buffy had gone from red to white and back again, Seven noticed. She expected as much. Alex had just turned a deep red. This one was adjusting better.

"I.. wow.. You don’t hold anything back, do you?" She took a deep breath. "Alright. Buffy and I are…" She searched for the right word. "Mated. Gender doesn’t matter when it comes to love. We love each other. An expression of love, is sex. Or ‘making love’ as its sometimes called."

Seven nodded. That followed what she had learned.

"Now.. some people in this time.. Don’t, approve of it. Either they pretend it doesn’t exist, or punish those who practice it. Fortunately, all of our friends have no such bigoted notions and are happy for us."

After she processed that, Seven asked her next question. "So that was copulation between two females. Is it preferable to copulating with a male?"

Buffy spoke up for the first time. "Not necessarily. It depends on who you love. Sex for the sake of sex is all well and good. And it can be done with anyone you wish to.. well.. do it with. Making love is something different. Its a meeting of hearts, a melding of souls. It depends on what makes you feel good, what makes you feel safe. Trust is a major part of any relationship. That doesn’t depend on gender. Though, some women don’t feel comfortable around men. Most likely because they’ve been treated bad by them, or… hurt … deeply…" she trailed off.

Seven realized this was touching upon a painful subject. Though she wanted to ask what it was about, she knew better than to intrude here. She may be learning how to interact slowly, but she was at least learning.

She spoke slowly. "I have.. no experience in this matter. I do not know what I would prefer."

Alex smiled. "That’s not something that can be forced. It has to come naturally."

Seven was becoming to appreciate these two young humans. They were open and honest with her, answering all her questions with patience, however many times she needed the answers clarified. She realized she certainly could have landed in a much worse place.

A clock chimed, and Seven jumped along with the girls. Alex looked at the clock.

"Oh gods, its so late."

Seven immediately realized they needed to sleep. "I am sorry for keeping you awake this long past your appointed sleep time. I will not trouble you any further this evening. But.. If we could.. talk again tomorrow..?" She couldn’t believe she was asking for conversation. Usually she was going out of her way to avoid it.

Buffy yawned as she stood up, pulling Alex up beside her. Seven had noticed how close they had sat all evening. How, without seeming to be even aware of it, they were constantly touching in some manner. A hand on a knee, or fingers entwined, they were always in contact. She found herself wondering fleetingly what it would be like to have that bond with someone. She shook herself out of her thoughts when Alex spoke.

"Of course. We have to attend school in the morning, and Buffy has some things after to do, but I can come right back and talk to you." She smiled. "About whatever you want to talk about. I want you to feel free to ask anything."

Seven was grateful. "Thank you. That is very kind of you." She cursed her lack of vocabulary. Then she brightened. Maybe she will be able to talk with Alex about it. She made a mental note to ask.

Buffy smiled. "It is no trouble. You’re in a bad situation, might as well make the best of it." She moved toward the stairs. "Don’t worry about going to sleep just now, if you don’t want to. You can go wherever you want, if you wish to eat something in the fridge, be my guest. Alex told me she showed you what didn’t need to be prepared. And, knowing her, she told you how to work the television remote…" She winked at her partner who returned it.

Seven filed away all the little hints and body language they gave off, the way they talked, how they looked at each other. It would all come in good use someday.

"I will do that. Then I shall try to put myself in a trance so I don’t disturb you. It might enable me to fall asleep."

The girls smiled and nodded in unison.

"Good night, Seven." This from Buffy.

"If you need *anything*, please, come get one of us, ok? No matter what. Don’t worry about waking us. I want to make this as easy on you as possible." Alex smiled as she spoke and Seven heard the sincerity in her voice.

"Thank you. I will do that. Goodnight."

They waved and turned and walked up the stairs, hand in hand.

Seven watched them go then turned and looked around the empty room.

"Now what?" She wondered aloud to herself.

*

I shut the door behind us and almost collapsed. I hadn’t realized how much stress I’d been under until it was gone. Buffy grabbed me before I fell and carried me to the bed.

"Alex… What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On. Here." Her voice was calm, matter of fact, as she helped me under the covers.

"Oh, that’s easy. We now have a Borg from the.. what, twenty sixth century living with us." I yawned.

"Oh yeah, its that simple." She sighed and turned off the light, crawling into bed next to me.

I eagerly wrapped myself around her, bone tired. "Lets worry about it tomorrow. Right now, my brain is too fried to think of anything else."

She stroked my hair, placing a kiss on my temple. "Alright. But you and I are gonna have a long talk on the way to school. And during lunch, you and Xander are going to tell me everything I need to know about Seven of Nine."

I snuggled into her. "Deal." I was already half asleep.

She pulled me even tighter. "I still can’t believe this happened. I wonder if I’ll wake up and find its all been a dream."

I mumbled. "I don’t."

She looked at me in the darkness. "What do you mean?"

I tried to rouse myself a little. "I mean.. this is the coolest weird thing that has ever happened to me. For once, this strange occurrence isn’t trying to kill us. Its someone who needs our help. No bad guys, no demons. Nothing. Just another human, of sorts, in trouble."

"And the fact that its your blonde, blue eyed, big breasted Borg needing help has nothing to do with it?" She was mostly teasing.

I sighed a little. "Only partially. Its someone who needs help. I’ve got that "nice" streak in me."

Letting out a slightly wicked chuckle I couldn’t stop myself from saying it. "But.. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to see if she wants to find out if she likes women or not."

Buffy growled and swatted my rear before settling her arm back around my waist. "Oh I just *knew* you were going to say something like that."

I tilted my head up and kissed her lips lightly. "I’m kidding, love. You know you’re all I need."

She kissed my nose. "You’re all I need."

We settled back down. Just before I fell asleep I heard her say something.

"Though.. It could be fun…"

I fell asleep before that thought processed all the way.

* * *

I moaned softly at the touch of her hand. It was gentle, teasing. Trailing up along my side, caressing my breast. Cupping my face. I turned my head, placing a kiss in the center of her palm, feeling the mesh beneath my lips. She shivered at the contact, the implant more sensitive than human skin could ever be. Though my eyes were closed I could sense her over me. Powerful, sensual. Utterly overwhelming my senses. Carefully she lowered herself upon me, her long legs tangling with mine. I hooked my knees just so and pulled her tight down against me. My legs went around her waist and locked us tightly together.

I tilted my head back as her questing lips sought my pulse, her tongue flicking lightly in time with the pounding beat. My hands ran over her back, tracing the muscles that flexed as she moved up to my ear. Her warm breath tickled lightly seconds before her lips closed over the lobe, nibbling gently. Her hands traced along my shoulders as her weight settled fully on me. As her head moved, one of my hands tangled in her silken hair and pulled her lips to mine.

The kiss was soft, playful. Her tongue flicked at the corners of my mouth, traced my lips before my impatient plea caused her to give in. Slowly her tongue passed my eagerly parted lips. Danced along my teeth before finally gliding along my own. In a dance of exquisite pleasure our tongues learned to please the other. I sucked gently on her tongue before chasing it with my own into her mouth. My fingertips caressed her skin as one hand rested in her hair, the other cupping the back of her neck.

With a reluctant moan we broke the kiss and drew a deep shuddering breath. Finally my eyes opened and I met her gaze. Her eyes had darkened with desire and I felt myself lost in those beautiful depths. My hand was lightly stroking her arm, fingers tracing the implant just below her shoulder, when another joined it. Instinctively I turned my head and met eyes just a shade darker than the ones over me.

I met her lips as well, her hand coming up to caress my face lightly. This kiss was more practiced. Less about learning than loving. I knew all about her, what she loved most. As I kissed her deeply, the other kissed my neck, her lips traveling back to my ear. Gently she nipped, sucking lightly as her body moved to one side. She pressed up against me, and as the kiss broke, my love pressed against the other side.

I was in heaven. Warmth surrounded me, my body surrounded by softness. Hands roamed over me, given free rein as my hands sought the headboard behind me. One warm, soft and knowing. The other slightly cooler, faintly abrasive and eager to explore. The mesh upon that hand was a delicious contrast to the smooth silk of the other. That alone kept me from losing track of who was where. Though I longed to be free of anything but feeling.

My nipples were brushed with the faintest of touches, causing them to rise immediately, hardening almost painfully. They moved together, those teasing hands. As if by some unspoken agreement on the path they would follow, both swept lower, passing over my stomach. I tensed despite myself, the touch almost a tickle upon my sides. They caressed my skin, lower and lower. I felt desire coil deep inside me. It was an almost painful ache. Their hands swept to either side of where I needed them most, and down the outside of my thigh.

I whimpered softly. The hands drew back up my inner thigh, branching out and once more avoiding my center. This whimper was louder. As if to appease me while tormenting me, they bent as one and captured a nipple in their mouth. I gasped loudly, my back arching off the mattress, pressing myself up into them. The techniques were different. One was well versed in this form of expression, but the other quickly learned how to make me shudder under her touch. Lips pressed firm, mouths sucked lightly while tongues flicked swiftly.

Soon I was writhing, the ache having gotten worse. A throbbing developed deep inside, almost driving me mad with need. My legs bent slightly of their own accord, knees drawing up. As one they took the leg resting against them and pulled it over their own. I was helpless to do more than lie there, open to their touch. My body moved of its own accord, undulating with the waves of pleasure passing through me.

Once more their hands sought lower. But this time I wasn’t denied. My hips arched as they got closer. Suddenly a gentle finger slipped between my folds, leading the way, showing the other what to do. My eyes shut in bliss, my hands dug into the wood they clutched so tightly. One hand left me, but I could sense it guiding the other, resting atop it and moving it slowly against me.

The mesh was even more in evidence against this flesh, but not painfully so. It was a sensual contrast, a reminder of who this was, of what was happening. Her hand moved upward, her fingers brought to rest against my center. Of their own accord, they began to rub lightly. My hips came up off the bed at the first contact. Lightning exploded behind my eyes as pleasure shot through my body. Nothing had affected me like this. Nothing could have prepared me for the sensitive manipulation an implant enhanced hand could do. I groaned softly, vaguely aware they had yet to leave off from the assault upon my breasts.

I was slowly becoming that creature of need. Knowing nothing but the desire to be touched, caressed. Loved and made love to. I wanted it all to go on, to never end. I thought it couldn’t get any better than this moment.

Suddenly the hands shifted. I felt them come together, sliding one finger each gently down until they reached my opening. I took a breath in anticipation but was completely unprepared for what swept through me. As one they entered my body, hands pressed together, one finger each gently pressing deep inside me. A moan left all our throats, wrapping around the room and filling it completely. I pressed against them, wanting them somehow even deeper. Wanting to become one with them.

I shuddered as they withdrew, the sweet ache of emptiness spreading through me. Eagerly I waited and was rewarded with the pressure returned. A slow, gentle caress from the inside as the teacher taught and the student learned that a curl in the right place brought a soft cry to my lips. They withdrew once more and I felt one hand draw away. This time both fingers were encased in soft metal as she tried what she learned on her own. She penetrated deeper, her fingers rubbing that most sensitive of spots and my head came off the pillow as my whole body jerked. My eyes opened as her name rose to my lips. I fell back, body still shuddering from that one touch.

A chuckle signified the release of one nipple as my love leaned up to kiss me. Her mouth covered mine hungrily, swallowing the soft cries that left my lips as the attention being paid to me increased. A third finger joined the other two, all filling me completely. My body radiated nothing but pleasure, all I knew was this moment. Nothing else existed beyond it. Nothing could surpass it.

I groaned softly as the kiss broke off. I felt her lips move down my body, pausing once at my breast, another at my stomach and one last kiss pressed against my hip. I felt her move from under my leg only to shift between them, replacing the leg over her shoulder.

Surely she wasn’t..

Her lips quickly sought my center, wrapping tightly as she sucked lightly. At first. My hands clenched wildly to the wood, my whole body rising up off the mattress as I tensed. Fortunately it didn’t disturb either of them, and the onslaught against my senses continued. Not even the lips against my breast were disturbed as she followed my body first up, then down as my arms gave out and I collapsed once more.

I became a woman full of nothing but the need to quench the raging desire and need that swept through me. My pulse pounded through my body, sweat slicked my skin as I matched the rhythm they set. Tongues, on my breast and lower, flicked in time with the fingers curling deep inside me. I couldn’t take much more of this. Something had to give. I had to have release.

I became aware that I was pleading.. begging for their touch. Names left my lips, uttered over and over. Cries of ecstasy mixed with urgings for more. They slaved over my body, moving faster, deeper. Not once letting up. I was going to die from the pleasure, nothing would be left of me.

Suddenly several things happened almost at once. All contact left me, save the body that rested beneath my leg and pressed against my side. Their lips left me, the hand was withdrawn. Just as I opened my eyes and mouth in shock, the final assault on my ravaged body began.

Their hands came together once more, both pressing two fingers into me, filling me more than I thought I could stand. But the undercurrent of pain just added to the pleasure, intensifying it triple fold. Once more lips wrapped firmly around my center, sucking hard, pulling almost painfully, even as her tongue elicited pleasure beyond anything I though possible. As my mouth opened to cry out as the sensual overload took me, my lips were covered in a hard demanding kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, possessing me as fully as her hand working within me. The student had matched the teacher and instinct had taken over. As we kissed, I felt her eye implant press into my skin, the slight pain of that trickling to join all the other emotions swirling through me.

I felt my body tightening, tensing my legs, my back.. Everything pulling together as my world centered on their touch. My eyes closed, chest heaving as I struggled for breath, unwilling to even think about breaking off the kiss. Suddenly the chasm opened below me and I was hurtling through space. The pleasure was so intense it wiped me clean. I felt nothing but them. I was nothing but an entity given over to the pure bliss of becoming one with these two beautiful creatures. My orgasm ripped through me like nothing I had experienced before, leaving me stripped of everything, including my sense of self.

Unconsciously I broke the kiss and cried out, their names shouted from my lips...

"Buffy..

*

"...Seven.. Oh god.." I moaned loudly, feeling the waves rippling through me finally start to settle down. I felt weak. I felt wonderful. I felt...

Different.

I opened my eyes. I wasn’t lying on my back. I wasn’t even naked. In fact, I was dressed just how I’d gone to bed. There was a body next to me, but only one. And I knew without looking it was Buffy.

‘Oh god.’ This couldn’t be good.

I slowly turned my head. Maybe she was asleep.. Maybe I wasn’t that loud.. Maybe..

Her eyes were open.

Maybe I wouldn’t be in too much trouble.

She was staring at me, some indefinable emotion in her eyes.

I had no clue where to begin. "I.. uh.. morning?" I tried a smile, but somehow it wouldn’t quite reach my lips.

Her gaze went from me to somewhere behind me. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. ‘Oh just how bad is this?’ I slowly turned to look behind me.

Seven stood in the doorway, her hand on the knob as if she’d just opened the door.

‘Oh god.’ This really wasn’t good.

I felt trapped. I knew from her expression, she’d heard. I had no idea what she was thinking.

I shifted away from Buffy. To the other side of the bed in fact. And tried very hard to make myself disappear. I couldn’t even look at Buffy, even when she cleared her throat pointedly.

And proceeded to ignore what had just happened.

"Good morning, Seven. Was there something you needed?" She even managed to sound cheerful.

A hesitation, then, "I was wondering if everything was.. all right. I.. heard some noises, and thought they might have.. been someone in pain."

At least she tried to ignore what had happened.

"I.. Oh, you did. Um..." Buffy was at a loss for words.

I’d failed in disappearing, so obviously I had to face this. "Everything is.. fine.. I think." I looked to Buffy once more, a quick look out of the corner of my eye. She didn’t *seem* mad. "I was.. having a dream.." I had to clear my throat to continue. "And.. ah.. apparently I talked in my sleep." I quickly started praying that she hadn’t heard what I feared.

Seven remained still, thinking it over. "I have heard of this...

*