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Day 2: Fic: 'Not So Easy Being a Girl' (Star Trek: Voyager) [PG13]
Title: Not So Easy Being a Girl
Author: mandykaysfic
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Characters: Naomi Wildman, Seven of Nine (and a mention of Icheb)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550
Note: This Naomi is from one of the alternate timelines in the episode 'Shattered' where Voyager did not return to the Alpha Quadrant in seven years; i.e. she's a lot older than seven.
Summary: Practice is sometimes necessary for things other than Parises Squares or piloting shuttles
“This time. Yes, yes, yes. This time. Please.”
“Naomi Wildman.”
Naomi jerked and swallowed back a startled cry. “Seven!” She stayed where she was, lying on her belly on the bed in one of the unused crew quarters. Her face burned as she slid her hand out from between her legs and discreetly wiped it on the sheet. Refusing to turn around, she pressed one hot cheek into the cool sheet and tried to slow her breathing. Hoping Seven would simply leave was futile and she waited for the inquisition.
“Naomi....”
The silence grew oppressive when Seven failed to continue. Naomi tried not to think about Seven's view of her naked bottom. She took a deep breath and let it out with a huff.
“There's no privacy in our quarters.” The words suddenly spilled out. “I'm just trying to -. I can't exactly ask -. There's nobody my age. I.... Oh,” and she let fly with one of the more choice Klingon she'd learned.
“You are attempting to masturbate.”
Naomi rolled her eyes. At the rate she was going, attempting was all she was ever going to be doing. “Seven.” Please, just go, but of course Seven couldn't read her thoughts.
“The Borg do not masturbate.”
“Icheb does.” Noami clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Icheb does not have a cortical node to regulate his bodily functions.” Seven referred to the transplant of Icheb's cortical node to herself. She picked up a PADD that Naomi's sudden movement had uncovered and examined it. “You have researched your topic thoroughly, I see.”
Naomi didn't know whether to be thankful Seven didn't ask her for an explanation of how she knew Icheb masturbated, or embarrassed at the expose of the contents of her PADD. She wriggled around until she was sitting with her chin tucked on her bent knees and her arms wrapped around her shins. She decided she'd rather discuss the information on female anatomy and physiology, the papers on the mental aspects of arousal and the collections of pictures and writings that had no medical basis whatsoever she'd stored there rather then tell how during one shore leave she'd come upon Icheb, naked, leaning against a tree, obviously believing himself to be alone. She didn't want to admit she'd stayed where she was, catching glimpses of his hand as it moved at his groin. Too scared to close her eyes on case she missed something, she'd kept watch until he'd finished. She'd stuffed one hand in her mouth to muffle her whimpers; she didn't even realize she'd pressed her other hand between her legs. The tingly feeling she'd been left with had been good, but it hadn't been enough, and so far, she'd yet to be successful in actually coming. She could get herself almost to the top of the mountain or the edge of a precipice, but she'd yet to fly like she'd read she should.
“I shall leave you to your endeavors. Good-bye, Naomi.”
“Bye, Seven.”
The door slid shut and Naomi sighed. She may as well wash and dress. Her mood was gone now. She frowned as she carefully shook out the bedding. A quick check of the floor revealed only her shoes. And then a smile crept over her face. Seven had taken her PADD.
END
Author: mandykaysfic
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Characters: Naomi Wildman, Seven of Nine (and a mention of Icheb)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550
Note: This Naomi is from one of the alternate timelines in the episode 'Shattered' where Voyager did not return to the Alpha Quadrant in seven years; i.e. she's a lot older than seven.
Summary: Practice is sometimes necessary for things other than Parises Squares or piloting shuttles
“This time. Yes, yes, yes. This time. Please.”
“Naomi Wildman.”
Naomi jerked and swallowed back a startled cry. “Seven!” She stayed where she was, lying on her belly on the bed in one of the unused crew quarters. Her face burned as she slid her hand out from between her legs and discreetly wiped it on the sheet. Refusing to turn around, she pressed one hot cheek into the cool sheet and tried to slow her breathing. Hoping Seven would simply leave was futile and she waited for the inquisition.
“Naomi....”
The silence grew oppressive when Seven failed to continue. Naomi tried not to think about Seven's view of her naked bottom. She took a deep breath and let it out with a huff.
“There's no privacy in our quarters.” The words suddenly spilled out. “I'm just trying to -. I can't exactly ask -. There's nobody my age. I.... Oh,” and she let fly with one of the more choice Klingon she'd learned.
“You are attempting to masturbate.”
Naomi rolled her eyes. At the rate she was going, attempting was all she was ever going to be doing. “Seven.” Please, just go, but of course Seven couldn't read her thoughts.
“The Borg do not masturbate.”
“Icheb does.” Noami clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Icheb does not have a cortical node to regulate his bodily functions.” Seven referred to the transplant of Icheb's cortical node to herself. She picked up a PADD that Naomi's sudden movement had uncovered and examined it. “You have researched your topic thoroughly, I see.”
Naomi didn't know whether to be thankful Seven didn't ask her for an explanation of how she knew Icheb masturbated, or embarrassed at the expose of the contents of her PADD. She wriggled around until she was sitting with her chin tucked on her bent knees and her arms wrapped around her shins. She decided she'd rather discuss the information on female anatomy and physiology, the papers on the mental aspects of arousal and the collections of pictures and writings that had no medical basis whatsoever she'd stored there rather then tell how during one shore leave she'd come upon Icheb, naked, leaning against a tree, obviously believing himself to be alone. She didn't want to admit she'd stayed where she was, catching glimpses of his hand as it moved at his groin. Too scared to close her eyes on case she missed something, she'd kept watch until he'd finished. She'd stuffed one hand in her mouth to muffle her whimpers; she didn't even realize she'd pressed her other hand between her legs. The tingly feeling she'd been left with had been good, but it hadn't been enough, and so far, she'd yet to be successful in actually coming. She could get herself almost to the top of the mountain or the edge of a precipice, but she'd yet to fly like she'd read she should.
“I shall leave you to your endeavors. Good-bye, Naomi.”
“Bye, Seven.”
The door slid shut and Naomi sighed. She may as well wash and dress. Her mood was gone now. She frowned as she carefully shook out the bedding. A quick check of the floor revealed only her shoes. And then a smile crept over her face. Seven had taken her PADD.
END