Title: Unexpected Occurrences Author: krynn Series: VOY Code: K/7 Rating: borderline PG-13 Category: PWP Disclaimer: Star Trek is a registered TM and related marks are TM of Paramount Pictures. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 1999. All characters taken from Star Trek Voyager Television Series. Used only for entertainment. Etc... blah blah blah. Loads and loads of Thanks to Richard who Beta-read my story, and also gave me A LOT of ideas, especially when I was stuck! Without him, my story is nothing :) Note: This is my first fanfic. I couldn't fix some of the problems, so just to let you know, I jump from 'his' point of view, to 'her' pov. Feedback is welcome. If you're not up to it, I'm perfectly fine with that. "So Seven, this is your first time sleeping! You ready to have some fun?" Harry greeted, as she entered his quarters. "I still do not understand why all this equipment is necessary for tonight's excursion." She was carrying two bags over her shoulder. The first was a sleeping bag, and the other was a much larger bag containing plastic poles that stuck out of the opening. "Come on Seven. Don't worry about a thing. Just relax tonight. I told you before that I'd help you with any of your problems and questions right?" She nodded. "Great! Then lets start unpacking." He took the larger of the two bags from her shoulder and began spilling out its contents. Seven put down the other bag and helped him set up. They pulled out a large blue, circular sheet and laid it flat on the floor in the center of his quarters. The next step was to string the poles through the sheet, and *poof*, They had finished setting up the large blue dome. She stared at it in wonder. "Ensign, what is it?" "First, we're not on duty, so call me Harry." She again nodded. "This is a tent," He explained. "You use it for recreational activities, particularly one called camping. It's basically used for sleeping and living quarters, but for outdoor activities. Since you're sleeping away from your quarters, I thought we might have some fun and pull out a tent," he said enthusiastically. She walked over to the entrance of the tent and poked her head in to examine it. She noticed that it was big enough to fit two people comfortably, possibly three. He looked over at the chronometer on his desk. "2300 already? Why don't you go change into your PJ's." "P... J's ?" She stood back up, and raised an eyebrow as she questioned curiously. Harry remembered that she was still getting used to slang. "Oh, sorry Seven. PJ's is short for pajamas. It's a type of sleeping attire. You did bring something to wear tonight didn't you?" He said a little nervous and concerned. She stated flatly "I did not. I am unaccustomed to regenerating in sleeping attire. It was never a necessity." "Well then, we'll have to replicate you a pair. I'm sure you don't want to sleep in your underwear and stuff.... " He stopped himself immediately realizing he shouldn't have said that. She was staring at him, contemplating his words. "What is wrong with sleeping in undergarments?" She gave him a very confused look. Harry was beginning to panic. //Argh! I don't need this right now. I'm supposed to be helping her, not dreaming of her. // he thought. "Seven, its just not as... appropriate." He quickly thought of something else to say. "Why don't you go find a pair of pajama's over the computer and replicate it for yourself. I'll set up the sleeping bags in the tent." He gave her a reassuring smile. "Very well, Harry." She arched an eyebrow and walked over to the computer. "I do not know what I am supposed to wear," she asked, staring blankly at the replicator. He yelled out from the tent, "You could pick one of the descriptions from section 59826 to 59854. Just read over the info in the computer and replicate it. Tom just paid me back some of my replicator rations so I have plenty. You're welcome to use them." Remembering manners that the Captain had taught her, Seven thanked him, and then began reading the descriptions. Before making a choice, she glanced over to the center of the room where Harry was trying to place the sleeping bags in nicely. Seven was going to ask him another question when she noticed his rear end was protruding out from the tent entrance. She stared at the nice view for a few seconds and smiled approvingly of his firm rear attributes. Her face became warm and flushed as she felt the blood in her cheeks increase. She realized that what she was doing was inefficient, and turned back to the replicator. "Oh yeah, one more thing Seven," He yelled out with a muffled voice. "Don't replicate something that would be too warm to wear tonight. I'm sure it'll get stuffy in the tent once we're both in it." He wiped a little smug grin off his face and almost forgot what he was going to say. //Right...// "I suggest a short-sleeved long shirt, or maybe shorts and a tee-shirt." "Thank you for your advice Harry. Computer replicate description 59849" "Specify color." Came the monotone voice. She thought for awhile. "Red." There was a soft buzzing noise, and then the piece of clothing appeared. She then immediately began pealing off her plum colored catsuit, followed by a bending motion so she could pull her suit past her legs and slip her feet out. Harry finally finished putting the sleeping bags into the tent. He had put his on the right side, with her sleeping bag on the left. He was about to stand up and get out of the tent when he noticed that Seven was not using his washroom to change. There was a perfect shot of her almost-entirely bare back, except that bra strap in the way. Harry couldn't help but gaze. He was practically peering through one of the screen windows of the tent. He then saw her bend over and remove the body suit fully. She was naked before his eyes, except for the undergarments. She reached over for her pajamas and stared at them quizzically. "Harry, I do not know how to put this on. Will you assist me?" He took a big gulp and was about to walk over and help her, when he heard the doors chime. //Thank god! Saved by the bell. NO WAIT... Seven's standing in my room naked!// He bounced onto his feet and yelled out to whoever was at the door to wait. He ran over to Seven and grabbed her by the shoulders. Her arms were so warm on his hands that he wished he could take her right there. //I will one day, but not right now.// He controlled himself, let out a quick sigh, and ushered her into the washroom. "Seven, don't move. I'll be right back to help you." He then ran over to the entrance of his quarters and opened the doors. It was Tom--of all people, and he had obviously come to bug Harry. Why couldn't it be Tuvok or somebody else who minded their own business? "Hey Harry, rumor has it that Seven's spending the night here?" Tom tried to peer into Harry's quarters but was unsuccessful. "Look Tom, I don't know what you think we're up to, but I'm just helping Seven adjust to sleeping. Don't you and B'Elanna have something planned tonight??" Harry let Tom know that he was really annoyed at him right now. "What? Not even gonna let me say hi to my favorite Borg?" Again Tom attempted to squeeze pass Harry. "No!" Harry then whispered to Tom "We're just friends, besides, if anything interesting were to happen, you know I'd tell you, right? Right. Now can you please leave?" Harry started pushing Tom out of his doorway. "What's the rush?" Harry gave Tom a don't-you-dare-ruin-it glare. "Fine, fine," pouted Tom. "But you better tell me everything." With that, Tom gave Harry a big punch in the shoulders and quickly left. "Ugh..." Harry suddenly moaned in pain. That punch must've triggered some kind of back muscle spasm. Harry limped over to the doors of the washroom and found Seven standing in front of him. "Harry, are you alright?" She was still wearing her undergarments. He could hear the concern in her voice. "Its nothing. Really! Just a little soar in the back." He tried to convince her. "You are damaged!" With that, she quickly, but gently, pulled him into the nearby tent, and lay him on his stomach. He was still trying to explain to her that the spasms would soon pass, but he was interrupted by her weight on top of his lower back, her legs straddled his waist. He could feel Seven's warm flesh touching his own. He could also feel himself slowly being aroused. //Man, I don't know how much longer I can take of this...// She interrupted his thoughts. "I have read that there is a human method called massaging which will decrease and eliminate your muscle spasm. I will conduct this method on you." With that, she brought both hands onto Harry's back and began rubbing it up and down. She started off by doing the pinch between the neck and shoulders. And then, she moved lower and pressed a littler harder into his shoulder blade area. Harry gave up, and decided to relax and enjoy her touch. He was in fact, feeling much better due to her ministrations. Both remained silent. Seven was trying to interpret the sensations going through her body at that moment. The feel of his body below her made her all warm and fuzzy. She enjoyed being close to him. She could feel parts of her suddenly constrict, and her thighs absent-mindedly squeezed his waist. Harry was suddenly awoken from his trance with a quick tightening around his waist from where her legs were wrapped on top of him. He wasn't sure what she was feeling. "Are you okay Seven?" he asked worriedly. "I am fine Harry." She said so, but he could tell that she was pondering on something. He decided to ask her later. Seven slowly loosened her grip on his waist. She stood up after massaging him for 20 minutes. Despite feeling the time was too short, he stood up next to her. Their faces were only a few centimeters away as they looked into each other's gaze. Harry quickly shied away and looked down. He immediately realized he shouldn't have, but it was too late. Seven still didn't have her PJ's on, and with out it, her breasts were sticking out way beyond her chest. Harry could see the deep valley in-between. His face turned extremely red. "Harry, your face is red... which reminds me, you still need to assist me in putting on my... PJ's." "That's just what I was going to say." He quickly stepped away from her, retrieved the red shirt, and helped her slip it on. The color really brought out Seven's features. It even made her look more cheerful - especially when she gave those curious looks and raised eyebrows. It was a short sleeved shirt, which exposed the Borg implant on her right arm, and the pajamas reached down just a few inches below her buttocks, exposing her long thin legs. While Harry was observing Seven's attire, she was doing the exact same thing with his. She noticed that his pajamas fit loosely, exposing the rim of his white briefs. His pajama pants were a deep, mysterious black, with a matching tee shirt to go along with it. The shirt was oversized, and it looked like it was about to slip right off his shoulders. He quickly asked her if she was ready to sit down and just relax. He didn't want anymore distractions, especially if his emotions were about to spring out. Besides, awhile ago, she had told him personally that she only wanted to be friends, at least for now. He ran over to the replicator, ordered two cups of hot apple cider, and then both entered the tent. For a few moments, they again sat in silence, neither knowing what to say, yet both contemplating their recent physical interaction. Seven was sitting in her usual posture on her sleeping bag, sipping her cider slowly, while he lay on his side facing her. After they both finished their cups, and put them away, he again attempted to change the topic. With a smile, he said "So, what can a person talk about when they're sharing a tent in someone's quarters?" She raised an eyebrow and he could tell she was very amused. "You wished to do this recreational activity together, you tell me." "Okay, let's go brush our teeth. Come on." He pulled her up and led her to his washroom. Since Seven had never actually brushed her teeth because her alcove did all the work, he handed her a toothbrush and instructed her on how to use it. She imitated his every move. When he moved his hand to brush the side of his teeth, she followed. Harry suddenly burst out laughing as he saw Seven drooling everywhere. He quickly spewed out the guck in his mouth before he started drooling as well. "Seven, you're making such a mess!" he said jokingly and wiped her mouth with a cloth. "I do not understand how you are able to keep your saliva secretions in your mouth for such a long period of time." She was disappointed. He gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry Seven, you'll get the hang of it. Practice makes perfect." He smiled at her, and they both finished up. They turned off most of the lights and walked over to the tent. He jumped into the tent and landed on her side of the tent. She cocked her head and spoke, a tad annoyed. "Harry, you are lying on my sleeping bag. How am I to learn to sleep if you take up both sleeping spaces?" In response, he grabbed her pillow and hugged it. "Guess you'll just have to fight me for it." He beamed out a big teasing smile at her. "Very well." Seven reached over with her left hand and grabbed the loosely fitting piece of clothing he was wearing, and placed her right hand on his arm. She then gently threw him to the other side of the tent. Her satisfaction was expressed with a smug grin that only he would notice. //So, she wants to play rough.// Harry quickly got up and pounced onto Seven. This surprised her and Seven let out a small shriek. Like a Klingon, she retaliated. The two wrestled each other, rolling and tumbling within the tent, each having their moment pinning the other down. At one point, Seven thought she had a good grip on his shirt, but since it was so large, he slipped right out of it, exposing his bare chest to her. She was so stunned by his attractive physique, that she didn't notice him lunge towards her. She fell onto her stomach and he immediately wrapped his right arm around her chest and latched onto her left shoulder. His left hand had a hold of her right arm, which was now pinned to her back. This time he was the one to straddle her waist. Both of them were already panting heavily. She thought this was it. Because of her irrational behavior, Harry would finally win, but she remembered 'I am Borg. I will not fail!' She shoved him off her back, and again, they were wrestling, both of them were tickling each other every now and then. Harry was actually very ticklish. He'd go into giggly fits every time she hit a soft spot. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she gave a final push, shove, and roll and was lying on top of him. She pinned him to the ground with both her hands, using all her Borg strength to keep him there. They could both feel their chests rising, then falling. Each trying to catch the other's breath. She began to blush. //Why am I feeling this way?// She questioned her actions. //It must be the lack of oxygen.// Her groin was also pinning him down, and when he tried one last attempt to escape, she thrust him against the floor. They both felt the temperature within them suddenly rise. Seven was so confused, but she didn't have the will power to move. Besides, she liked the feel of his body beneath her. Harry was also enjoying Seven's weight. His legs were entwined with hers and their chests pressed firmly together, preventing anything from separating them at that moment. Their faces were only centimeters apart. He was staring at her lips. He wanted so badly to kiss her like the way he did in his dreams. He was about to lift his head so his lips could meet hers, but she did something that he'd never expect. She released her left hand from the hold and brought it to his face. He froze in his tracks. He wasn't sure what she was about to do next. She simply stared into his soft brown eyes, and brought her hand up slowly and wiped the hair out of his eyes and began running her hand through his hair, ever so lightly. The feel of the Borg enhanced hand cooled his slightly sweat glazed forehead. He shut his eyes to savor every last sensation. She continued to stroke his hair thoroughly, and when his eyes shut, she saw a tiny smile creep onto his face. She cocked her head in wonder. From what she has read in the computer database, this mood was the perfect sexual tension for kissing, touching, hugging, and... With that knowledge floating around in her mind, she tried to figure out how to begin this so-called activity called kissing. She finally tilted her head and carefully brought her lips closer to his soft ones, eagerly waiting to be caressed. Harry opened his eyes without her noticing. He could see her getting ready to kiss him. If he let her make the first move, maybe there would actually be something between them. Maybe he would finally be able to kiss her. Maybe she was feeling the same way. Maybe... suddenly he felt her lush lips on his. The warmth began to radiate throughout his body. They returned each other's kiss with all the passion they had within them. He brought up his free hand, to her neck, and slowly urged her to continue her experiment. Seven anxiously complied and began brushing her lips with his. He wanted more, and with her mouth opening with his, he slowly invaded with his tongue. She immediately opened her eyes. She was surprised by what she was feeling. Not sure what to do next, she imitated his action and brought her tongue to meet his. They were both engulfed by the sensations, and after what seemed like an eternity in bped , she slowly backed away, and slid to his left side. She laid her head down beside his, and placed her Borg enhanced hand on his bare chest. This gave him tingles that vibrated in his body, and he quickly enclosed the cool metal hand with his. She was Borg, 'His' Borg. At that moment, he wanted to tell her how he felt, believing that it was the perfect time to do so. But, when he turned to face her, he saw that she had fallen asleep. Instead of regret, he smiled and brought his lips to her forehead and kissed it gently. He reached over for one of the sleeping bags that was now messily placed in the tent, unzipped it with one hand, and placed it over Seven and himself. Harry went to sleep with a beaming smile on his face. ---------------------- ! ! PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE ANYWHERE ELSE ! thanks.