Visitors 3
... But, I do not understand why my name was spoken."
Alex winced and looked over to Buffy, who just smiled back at her.
"I.. Oh man. How do I.. Um.." Seven watched as Alex went through an array of facial color that started at white and settled on a deep red. She made a mental note to ask about its purpose. But she believed it was called ‘blushing.’
She waited patiently. "If you’d like, I can tell you what I heard, then maybe you could explain each thing?"
The color deepened, if possible. "Um, that’s.."
Buffy spoke up. "A great idea."
Seven noted with interest that Alex quickly looked at her partner, almost in shock.
But Buffy just shook her head. "She’s got the right to ask questions. Besides, how can she learn to become more human if we don’t help her?"
That seemed to upset Alex even more. Seven was confused as to what was going on. It was a simple thing. Just a dream, from what Alex had said. Though.. Seven recalled her research into sexual relations on ‘Voyager.’ As well as her attempt with Harry Kim. Those sounds seemed to resemble those in a holo-video that she’d watched in her studies. It had shown couples copulating and a great many noises accompanied the act.
Noises that she now associated with the ones she had heard passing outside the bedroom door and first took for sounds of pain.
Her brow furrowed. "Alex, were you dreaming of copulating with me?"
Alex’s jaw dropped and then began moving, but no sound came out. It was almost as if she couldn’t talk. How peculiar.
*
I freaked. That was the last thing I expected to answer. I knew that she was always asking questions out of the blue, but I never thought to face it like this.
I tried vainly to deny it, tried to come up with some other explanation, but everything failed me. I could only sit there and gape stupidly. Until a sound reached my ears. It couldn’t be what I thought. Nah.. I turned my head. It was.
Buffy was trying very hard not to laugh. The second she met my eyes, all attempts to stop it failed and she started chuckling. Which led to helpless giggles. Which in turn led to her frantically slamming her face into the pillow and cackling madly.
Which didn’t do me any good. I could see Seven look puzzled, then even more so as she started thinking she was the brunt of the laughter. Even I could tell that.
I had to come up with something to say. Something, anything. I opened my mouth with no idea of what was going to come out. Truth, denial or some bizarre mix.
"Yes."
Well that was short and to the point.
Buffy just giggled some more, face still buried in her pillow. For a split second I hoped she’d suffocate.
Seven relaxed not at all. She looked at Buffy questioningly.
"She’s not laughing at you. Trust me in this, Seven. She’s laughing at me."
"Why would she be laughing at you?" Her tone was more relaxed, and I saw her untense.
I sighed. "Because what we have here, is a case of extreme embarrassment for me. And, sometimes when people get embarrassed, others find it funny. When its not." The last was said very pointedly. Which didn’t do any good at all. Buffy continued to have a great laugh at my expense.
"Why is this embarrassing for you, Alex?" Seven moved closer to the bed, hands linked behind her.
I took a deep breath. I could live through this. Maybe if I made it sound technical, I could remove myself emotionally. "A person’s dreams are a private matter. They generally reflect certain.. desires and wants. The stronger the desire, the stronger the dream" ‘Oh yeah, that sounds clinical. You basically just told her you wanted to boff her brains out.’ I shushed my inner voice and turned back to Seven.
Who was quick to pick that up. "You wish.. to copulate with me." She turned this over in her mind.
"I find that acceptable." And reached up behind her to undo the clasp of her uniform.
My eyes grew as wide as plates and Buffy sat up and whipped around, my look mirrored on her.
Seven began to peel away the outfit when we both found our voice.
"Stop!"
"Wait!"
She halted, confused. Thankfully, nothing more than a delectable shoulder was revealed. "I have done something wrong?"
Buffy spoke up first. "No.. not at all. Its just.. There’s so much more to.. ‘copulating’.. than just the act."
"There is?" Seven sounded intrigued.
I sat up as Buffy continued. "Much more. If its to be done right. If that’s the way to put it." She took a deep breath and started in.
"Humans have the ability to mate with who they want, when they want. If all they want out of it is the act, then they can simply do so. But most require a little more than just the physical. They need the emotions involved."
"Emotion is irrelevant." She responded quickly. True to her Borg nature.
"Emotion is very important to people. There’s an element of trust that has to be established. Love is just as important. The need to make your lover happy, to be satisfied in return. Its more than just copulating if its done right. Its called "making love" and it can be the sweetest thing in the world when done with someone you love or care about deeply."
Always quick with analyzing, Seven asked. "Then why was Alex dreaming of me? She can not be in love with me."
Buffy nodded. "Good. This is true. But, she has a strong attraction to you. Which causes people to act and do strange things. But most don’t let it rule their day to day life. Its kept in private fantasies and dreams."
I sighed to myself. Buffy was doing much better than I could have ever dreamt of explaining this. I just wish there hadn’t been a need.
"Fantasies?"
"Yes. They’re daydreams you have. Things you think about happening, but you know that’s all they can be. Things that won’t come true, but nice to envision."
"Then Alex does not love me, but is attracted to me. In her daydreams, she would like to make love to me. Correct?"
Buffy nodded.
"But she is your mate, is she not satisfied with you?"
I sucked in a breath. If Buffy thought of it this way..
But she was shaking her head, smiling. "No. I know she’s happy with me. But sometimes its nice to dream about something different. Some people discuss this with their mates, so as to have no secrets. Sometimes the fantasies are even able to become reality then. Its just a matter of how much trust is in the relationship." There was something in her tone that caused me to look at her, but she was focused on Seven.
"I see. If I may ask.. From your reaction, I would assume you knew of this fantasy of hers, and it caused you to laugh because I overheard?"
"True. It probably wasn’t too nice of me, but the expression on her face was too funny. I couldn’t help myself." Buffy turned to me. "I am sorry. But.. You looked so.. scared and freaked. You totally had the wiggins."
"Wiggins?" Seven looked confused again.
"Oh, sorry. Slang term us kids use. It means scared, basically."
I muttered something close to an apology, if it had actually been vocalized. I was still terrified of the repercussions of this.
"If its not too much to ask... I am still unclear as to why you asked me to stop disrobing." As she was talking, she pulled her clothes back into the proper place and redid the clasp.
"Because now isn’t exactly the time for that." Buffy looked at me. "Poor Alex still has to recover from her trauma. And her and I need to talk."
"I understand." She turned to leave, but hesitated. "I would.. like to continue this at a time more convenient to you. If that is acceptable."
Buffy nodded and smiled. "Of course."
Seven nodded once and left.
The door closed behind her and I had nothing to stop Buffy from beating me silly.
I turned quickly. "Oh my god. Honey, I am so sorry.."
Buffy just looked at me.
I lowered my gaze. "I am scum."
"Maybe."
"I deserve to be shot."
"Maybe."
"I deserve..." My words were cut off when a weight knocked me back onto the bed and I was thoroughly kissed. Instinct caused me to return it, my mind too scattered to do it rationally. It was a passionate kiss, her tongue ravaging my mouth, tangling with mine and pulling it into her mouth where she sucked on it hungrily.
As the kiss parted, and I lay there breathless, her body fit itself against mine.
"Wha.. What’re you doing?" I tried to collect my scattered thoughts. This was the last thing I expected.
"If you had any idea how damn good you sounded before you woke up." She kissed me again, her hand finding its way under my shirt so she could stroke my stomach. I could still feel a slight throb from my earlier release, which apparently hadn’t been part of the dream, and noticed its increase.
"Um, you’re welcome?" I was totally lost on how to handle this.
Her reply somewhat muffled from where she had buried her face in my neck, "You are going to explain to me, in great detail, that dream." Her lips moved to the hollow of my throat. "Leave anything out, and you’ll regret it."
"I.. um, ok.. But first.." She paused and looked up at me. "What, exactly, did *you* overhear?"
She pushed her hips against me, and I instinctively opened my legs further. "My first clue was when you rolled against me and as I woke, I heard you moan. I’ve heard that sound enough to know what it means." She kissed my forehead. "So I lay there and watched you." She smirked slightly. "Slayer control and all that. I wanted to know exactly what was going on in that head of yours." She kissed my eyes. "I knew sooner or later, you’d wake up, or start talking in your sleep." She kissed me deeply again.
"I do that often?" I asked, soon as I had the chance.
"Often enough." She half shrugged. "So then you just.. undulated, writhed and moaned. A lot." She grinned. "And had one of the strongest dream orgasms I’ve ever seen you have."
My eyes shot open. "What!? I.. do that often???" My voice was raising, and I seemed to be repeating myself. And Buffy was laughing.
Again.
"You have no idea how often. But, until today." She smiled sweetly. "You never called out anyone’s name but my own."
My mind was wallowing in embarrassment. Oh this was so not funny.
"I.. at least that’s something.." I tried to salvage something out of it.
"Uh huh. So now." She settled herself lower, her arms folded over my breasts, her chin resting on her arms. "Tell me the dream."
"Now?"
"Now." The tone left no room for argument.
I swallowed. And told her everything. It was one of my most vivid dreams, and since it was so recent, I was able to remember every detail.
I watched in fascination as her eyes began to smolder with desire. Her breathing got quicker, and I was fairly certain she wasn’t aware of the way her hips moved against me. Each sentence seemed to strike somewhere deep inside, causing a stronger reaction than the one before. At one point her hands, which rested along the sides of my breasts, began to stroke lightly.
All of which made it very hard to concentrate. I struggled to get out the last of it, my thoughts more on what I’d love to do to the body lying on me. My hands were running through her hair, down her back, along her arms. I couldn’t stop touching her. The ache and throb inside grew worse. Almost unbearable.
Finally, I reached the end, describing the triple attack they’d both waged on me, and my unconditional surrender. Buffy’s eyes had closed, her fingers moving more insistently, fondling my nipples which had risen under her gentle touch.
My own breath was faster, my hips pushing against hers. I tilted my head back and arched against her, a soft sigh slipping free. A whispered demand caught my attention.
"Fuck me. Now."
I looked at her, startled. And incredibly turned on. She’d never said that to me before, and the uncommon word slid into me and along my spine. I shivered against her before I wrapped my legs around her and flipped us over.
She growled softly and struggled briefly. I pinned her hands above her head and pressed my body down on her. She pushed back, her struggle forgotten as my free hand quickly sought her breast. My lips found hers and I kissed her hungrily, suddenly consumed with the need to taste all of her.
I devoured her lips, nibbled lightly upon her tongue, making my way down where I feasted on her neck. She whimpered slightly, and struggled briefly to get free. I let her go and sat up, knowing exactly what she needed.
Quickly I pulled my shirt over my head and her hands eagerly ran over my breasts. I shivered at the contact of her smooth skin. She sat up, mouth closing over one of my nipples. I gasped and pushed into her as her hands went around my back and held me close. I tangled my fingers in her hair and held her there. Several minutes of passed as she moved back and forth from one breast to the other. Finally I pulled at the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, flinging it to the side.
Next to go were her boxers, followed by my own. Finally nothing came between us and there was only skin on skin. I felt complete then, feeling her next to me. Touching her skin, hearing her pant softly in my ear as we simply caressed.
But she needed more. And made those needs known when she placed her hands on my shoulders and urged me down. I knew fighting with Slayer strength would be useless, especially when said Slayer was horny as hell.
Quickly I settled between her legs which instantly went over my shoulders and looped lightly around my neck. I licked lightly, once, along her folds. Teasing. Which was ended when she tightened her legs slightly and pulled me closer.
I obeyed without question and immediately found her center with my tongue. I could feel it throb beneath my touch. I lost myself in the taste and feel of her. Stopping only long enough to slide my tongue lower and deeper, my hand moved up to rub her gently.
She gasped, cried out softly. I could hear her trying desperately to keep down her normally vocal tone. I moved my tongue in small circles within her, fingers matching exactly. Her hips picked up the rhythm and soon we were moving together as one. As we were meant to be. Surrounded by her, I ignored everything but the woman under my touch.
Moving swiftly, I changed tongue for fingers and pushed them deeply insider her, curling hard. She’d asked for this. I wasn’t going to let her down. My lips wrapped around her, sucking firmly. Her hips bucked and she pulled me tighter, one hand reaching down to tangle in my hair and pull me even closer. I sent up a fast pace, moving in and out curling on every out stroke.
Already tormented with watching me dream, pushed further by hearing me recite it, she couldn’t last long at this rate. I pulled out quickly, added a third finger and pushed back inside even deeper. I felt the cry that she bit back at the last second, felt it shake her entire body as she came. I felt my fingers clenched tightly, rhythmically, as she slowly rode the wave down to earth once more.
Eventually, her legs relaxed and dropped once more to either side of me. Her hand still rested on my head, but now her fingers caressed instead of clenched. I moved myself up slightly, resting my cheek on her stomach, listening to her whispered "don’t leave me yet." And left my fingers where they rested.
I felt her breathing slow, her heart slowly return to normal. I kissed her stomach.
"I love you."
Her hand brushed my hair back from my forehead. "I love you too."
Finally, I reluctantly withdrew and moved up beside her where she snuggled into my arms. We lay like that for a while, occasionally pressing kisses into her hair while she nuzzled my neck. I was lightly stroking her back when she turned to me.
"Honey.. I think its my turn..." her eyes glinted with mischief.
I chuckled. "Do you have any idea how much I would just *love* to let you have your way with me?"
She grinned wickedly and slid her hand down between us. "I think I have an idea.." She ran her hand along my folds. I barely bit back a moan and trapped her hand with one of mine.
"Oh gods.. Don’t do that." My voice was strained.
"Why not?" She inched her hand back down and merely pressed against me.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets. "Because we’ve kept Seven waiting gods only knows how long. And she’s... " I grimaced as she pressed harder. "And.. she’s bound.. Unh.. to still have questions. About.. All that." I was panting softly.
Buffy stilled. "This is true. What else are you going to tell her?"
"Definitely not that after she left I proceeded to make love to you in a way that would have been most informative to her." I laughed. "But.. I think you and I together will be able to explain things to her." I paused. "Buffy.. How do you feel? I mean, about the dream?"
She met my eyes. "Like I told her. Fantasies are perfectly fine and acceptable. As long as both parties involved trust each other enough to share them. To know they won’t be ridiculed. And you know me well enough to know that, this particular one at least, I share with you."
I just kinda looked at her. "You’re not saying.."
She shook her head. "I’m not saying anything right now. But.. She’s got a week here. At least. Just how long do you think we’ll be able to keep our hands off her. Especially if you have dreams like that every night."
"Oh my god." I sighed.
"What?"
"We’re going to.. Aren’t we?" I was almost sad about it.
"I don’t know. We’ll just have to see how things go. You.. don’t seem. Excited. You don’t think I need anything more than you, do you? You know that you’re all I ever want or.."
I held up my hand. "I know that. I trust that. I know why we’ll do this, if we do. I know that neither of us would do it unless the other was perfectly fine with it."
"Then why?"
"Because. We’re going to take advantage of that poor girl because of our own desire."
She chuckled. "I wouldn’t go that far. She’s intelligent enough that if we explain it to her. Why we would be doing it, as well as anything else she might ask... I think she’ll be fine. After all, she was quite willing to drop her clothes and join us earlier. Think of the experience she’ll go back with. We could actually be doing a good thing."
I looked at her dubiously. "A good thing?"
"Yeah. It’ll give me a happy to do a good thing."
I snorted. "That’s one way to put it."
After kissing away her indignant sputtering, I stretched.
"All right, we need to shower. Time to get up and start the day."
Her eyes twinkled. "Shower? Shall we save time and shower together?"
I looked at her. "Since when has that saved time?"
She looked innocent. "Who says you can’t keep trying?"
I groaned and slid out of bed. "I’m going to regret this." I held out my hand and helped her to her feet.
We padded off to the shower.
As a time saver, it was a bust. But Buffy finally did get her turn.
*
Seven heard the two girls talking as she walked away. She went into the room that was to be hers for the week. Spending some time watching TV until that grew boring, she got up to pace the house again. It certainly was dull without anyone to talk to. Something she never experienced on ‘Voyager’. Though, if she thought about it, that was because there was always work done on various projects. And she was able to regenerate, passing hours seemingly in an instant.
The second she opened the door to the hall, she heard the unmistakable sounds of what Buffy had called making love. She froze in the doorway, unsure if she should continue down the stairs, or if she should go back in the room. Afraid to somehow interrupt. Yet.. compelled to listen, even though something told her it probably wasn’t acceptable.
For a long moment she listened to the soft moans and muffled cries. Something in her stirred lazily, she was unable to identify the sensation. It was vaguely uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. And it got stronger the longer she listened. She made a note to herself to ask about it later. She would just have to confess to hearing them.
As she walked down the stairs, she thought of what she had offered the girls. And how they had turned her down. Now disappointment struck her faintly, and she wondered at that as well. But, after all, she would have another chance. She did ask if they could continue later, and the girls had agreed.
Seven realized the emotion she was feeling now, after some thought on it, was anticipation. She found it pleasant, if a bit strange. She settled herself on the couch in what Buffy had called the living room to wait for the girls to come down.