By Coral
Disclaimer: I like taking Paramount's toys and breaking them...
Dedication: Ella, as this is all her fault!
Chakotay caresses Seven's fair skin in his hands, savouring the feel of her delicate skin, planting kisses on her breasts. He tells her how perfect she is. That he can't believe she was Borg. He knows the Doctor reconstructed her body after she was rescued, she reminds him, kissing his cheek. But it's so real, he insists. Silence returns, apart from their moans of ecstasy as they near climax. They reach their high point together as Chakotay's hands continue to fondle Seven's breasts. He falls back onto the pillow, satisfied, until he realises Seven's breast has come off in his hands.
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