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Author: Nautika
Series: TNG/VOY
Pairing: GU/7, D/7
Rating: R
Parts: 1 of 1
Date: Fall 2002
Feedback: All comments are welcome and appreciated!
Archive:The TNG Fuh-q Fest, my site, others please ask.
Disclaimer: The usual.
Notes: Part of the TNG Fuh-Q Fest Round 1. This is somewhat different than how I usually write, so...if it sucks, pretend it's an experiment! My apologies to Charles Dickens, and my thanks to Mindy for the beta. Any remaining errors/inconsistencies are mine. I'm new to TNG, so...bear that in mind.
Summary: Q has taken it upon himself to teach Seven of Nine about sexuality. Just for fun, folks, there's nothing serious here!
by Nautika
=^= Voyager, somewhere in the Delta Quadrant =^=
Q flashed into the cargo bay where Seven of Nine was regenerating. The omnipotent being leaned back against a console, legs and arms crossed, chin resting on a closed hand, and observed the former Borg. Momentarily, he snapped his fingers and she woke up.
"Ah, Seven, it's *so* good to see you!" He leaned forward, inches from her face and whispered conspiratorially, "I hear you've been asking about... S...E...X." Leaning back again he asked, "Is that true?"
"Affirmative."
"My, my, my. I assume it's also true that the good doctor has been trying to..." Q added a dramatic hand gesture, "... aid you in your thirst for knowledge."
"That assumption would be correct."
Q burst out laughing at that. Doubled over and wiping a tear from his eye, he said, "That's a good one! Kind of the blind leading the blind. A hologram teaching a Borg about the birds and the bees!"
Seven stepped out of her alcove, prepared to defend her...friend. "The Doctor may be a hologram, but he *is* fully functional." Seven raked her eyes over Q's form, one eyebrow raised, doubting very much that he could say the same. "In addition to creating his holo-family, he has had sexual and familial experiences. His experience with understanding his own humanity is a great resource for me."
Q stopped laughing and cocked his head. "Ah, but wouldn't you rather enjoy gaining your *own* experiences?" He paused. "I have found it's best to learn... by doing." With that, Q snapped his fingers.
=^= Enterprise, somewhere in the Alpha Quadrant, Captain Picard commanding =^=
Q and Seven popped into what appeared to be a jungle forest. "Where are we?" demanded the beautiful Borg.
"Welcome to one of Lt. Barclay's favorite holo-programs."
"Lt. Barclay?"
"Yes. Believe me, no where is better than the Enterprise for observing sexual behavior! I'm sure you've heard of the infamous Captain Jean-Luc Picard and his intrepid crew?"
Seven nodded.
"Excellent. Now, some boring rules...No one can see or hear us, unless I allow it. There are many, many wonderful forms of sexuality, but I'll only show you a few of them tonight. Wouldn't want to overload that cute little cortical node of yours." Q stood behind Seven and rested his hands on her shoulders. Leading her deeper into the program, he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "For now, we'll just observe."
Up ahead, there was a clearing in the jungle. A river flowed, lazily cutting a path through the thick foliage. About a dozen native women were frolicking and bathing in the waters. Their lithe nude bodies glistened in the sun as they dove in the river.
Still leaning uncomfortably close, Q gauged Seven's reaction to the women. He chuckled low in her ear, "My dear Seven, I believe you're blushing." He reached his arm around to guide her chin away from the women. Her gaze rested on a man somewhat hidden in the bushes along the other bank.
He was leaning against a log, legs spread out in front of him. Seven noted his uniform appeared to be out of date. She watched as the man unfastened his pants and freed his erection. He began stroking it, slowly, his eyes intently watching the women in the river. He brought his fingers to his mouth and moistened them, before returning to his gentle massage.
Seven was fascinated by the physiological changes she witnessed in this man, Lt. Barclay, she assumed, as he caressed himself. Having been a member of The Collective, Seven had the accumulated sexual knowledge of millions of individuals. None of which compared to the deeply intimate, personal experience she was witnessing. She watched, riveted, as his breathing increased, along with the speed of his strokes and the pressure of his hand. Seven was unaware that her breathing had increased to match his.
Barclay watched as two of the river girls engaged in mutual masturbation, bodies pressed close together. That erotic sight was enough to push him over the edge; his body convulsed as a powerful orgasm coursed through him.
Seven gasped as she witnessed the culmination of Barclay's efforts. Q chuckled, "Ah, yes. It's quite different to actually *see*, isn't it?"
Seven could only nod her head in agreement; her attention focused on the lieutenant. She blinked and swallowed. The Doctor had certainly never let her watch him do *that*. She made a mental note to ask him about this when she returned.
=^=
Q abruptly transported them to a new location, shrouded in darkness. "Well, that was quite a show. That was lesson one: masturbation. I hope you learned a lot, my little drone. Lt. Barclay is quite the expert in self-stimulation. Not so much as mon capitaine, but I'm not one who shares well. Jean-Luc's little performances are for me, and me alone! Your homework will be to practice on yourself any chance you get. Practice makes perfect, they say. Onto lesson two: homosexual intercourse."
With a snap of his fingers, the lights drew up revealing their new location to be Ten Forward, lounge extraordinarre. A disgruntled Guinan appeared behind the bar, looking very much like someone who had been rudely awakened; she bristled when she saw Q. She opened her mouth to speak, but Q held up his hand.
"Ah, ah, ah," he said, wagging a finger. "I talk. You...listen. This," he began, again placing his hands on Seven's shoulders, "Is Seven of Nine. She is a rescued Borg drone and I have taken it upon myself to teach her about sexuality." He leaned closer to Guinan and put a hand up to block Seven's view of his mouth. "She's currently learning from a hologram", he whispered with a shudder. "A horribly arrogant one at that."
Guinan snapped back, "You would know something about arrogance, now wouldn't you, Q?"
Q glared at Guinan.
Guinan glared at Q.
Seven looked on, eyebrow raised, wondering if this were all a dream or if she'd have to make some kind of report to Captain Janeway. Finally, Q backed down. "Now is not the time or place." He dismissed Guinan's glare with a flick of his wrist. "I was hoping you would help me in my education of this sweet, former drone." He turned an adoring gaze on Seven. "She'd have made a cute pet, it's too bad Jean-Luc didn't rescue her first."
Guinan leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, curious despite her annoyance. "Just how do you think I can help you with this?"
"How perceptive of you to ask, Guinan. We've already had a lesson in self-stimulation, and I felt the next best step would be a lesbian encounter." He raised his eyebrows hopefully at Guinan. "I know how much you love beautiful women, Guinan... and you must admit, she is a beauty."
Guinan thought about it for a moment. Q did have a point regarding the woman's beauty. Full lips, radiant skin, clear blue eyes...but did she really want to help Q corrupt this young creature?
Q caught the moment Guinan began to waver and spoke up, "I could always take her to Beverly..." he teased. " *She* would say yes. Beverly...always...says...yes. You wouldn't want this to turn out like it did with Deanna, would you?" His voice dripped with mock sympathy. "Poor Guinan, pining for another opportunity lost to the ambitious Dr. Crusher."
Q raised his hand, fingers poised to snap. "All right!" cried Guinan. "If Seven agrees, then, so do I." Both Q and Guinan looked expectantly at the former Borg.
Seven contemplated this for a few minutes, eyeing them both. She didn't hesitate over modesty - modesty was an inefficient waste of time. She had anticipated her first lesbian encounter to be with either Captain Janeway, or B'Elanna, both of whom Seven regarded fondly. She wondered if they would be disappointed in not being here with her during her first encounter. Then, she thought, perhaps they would enjoy it if she acquired some knowledge about lesbian love techniques. She could even demonstrate what she would learn to the Captain.
"I will comply," she stated to Q's delight and Guinan's mild surprise. "I will need some assistance removing my suit."
Guinan stepped out from behind the bar and approached Seven. She eyed Q warily, "Just what are *you* going to be doing through all this?"
" I will be reviewing my pupil's learning experience," he replied, giving her a creepy smile. "Should things get out of hand, I will step in to right the course. Otherwise, you won't even know I'm here."
Guinan snorted, "Yeah, right. So...disappear all ready." Guinan stood in front of Seven, smiling warmly. "Seven," she began kindly, "There's more to this than just taking off your clothes and 'getting it on'." Guinan reached up to pull the pins from Seven's hair, letting the blond tresses fall to frame the Borg's face. She ran dark fingers along the implant over Seven's eye, then down Seven's cheek. She passed a thumb over Seven's bottom lip, then brought up her other hand to touch the star shaped implant near Seven's ear.
Guinan stood on her toes to gently touch her lips to the warm, inviting mouth of the former drone. The first kiss was caring and gentle, almost chaste. For the second kiss, Guinan ran her tongue along Seven's lower lip, requesting entry. Seven stood still, looking at the closed lids of her soon-to-be lover.
Q stood perpendicular to Seven's body, his chest touching her arm. He whispered in her ear, "You're supposed to close your eyes and open your mouth, Seven."
Seven did as instructed, allowing the older woman's tongue into her mouth. Guinan moaned softly as her tongue met with Seven's. Guinan took one of Seven's hands and placed it over her breast then covered it with her own hand. She squeezed and pulled, teaching Seven how she liked to be fondled.
Guinan pulled away, needing to breathe. She smiled at Seven, "You're a fast learner." She led the blond to the bar and helped to unfasten her bio-suit. "Just do what feels right, Seven. It will come naturally to you. You aren't afraid, are you?"
"No, I am not afraid. I will attempt to be as natural as possible."
"Good." Guinan slid Seven's bio-suit off her shoulders, exposing the swells of her ample breasts. "Why don't you hop up onto the bar there and relax?" Seven mounted the bar and sat facing Guinan. Guinan stood between Seven's legs, running her hands along Seven's thighs.
Q watched as ebony hands caressed ivory skin.
=^=
"That concludes lesson two," began Q as he helped Seven restore her suit. "Your follow up work for that will include seducing dear Captain Kathy - everyone knows her bun is in a twist. Now then...". With a snap of his fingers, Q and Seven left Ten Forward and appeared in Data's quarters.
"Lesson three will be heterosexual intercourse." Data looked up from practicing his violin. "Don't worry, dear Data, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm here on a mission of mercy. This," he put one arm around Seven, "Is Seven of Nine, a former Borg drone. In my infinite kindness, I have taken it upon myself to educate her in the ways of the birds and the bees. As someone who can track the time between sexual encounters in milliseconds, I thought you might appreciate being the one to demonstrate heterosexual intercourse with her."
Data opened his mouth to speak then tilted his head to the side, considering how long it had been since his last sexual encounter. Much too long. But, he didn't really trust Q..."Why do you not do it, Q?" he asked.
"Ah, well, I'd really love to, but Jean-Luc and I have an ...understanding. Please don't tell me you're going to be a prude, even *Guinan* gave in." Data agreed, figuring this was a good opportunity to polish up his sexual techniques database. Use it or lose it, they used to say.
Q took a seat crossing one leg over the other, as Data and Seven efficiently removed their garments. He barely stifled a laugh as they approached each other. Data, not used to having to be the aggressor, wasn't quite sure how to proceed. He looked Seven up and down. "You are very beautiful."
"Thank you." Seven looked over Data as well. "You are attractive as well." She reached out a hand to run it over his bare chest. She was surprised by how he felt - incredibly soft and smooth, cooler than Guinan, but not cold, and not at all metallic. Seven took a step closer and traced her hand from his chest to his chin, tilting his face to hers before leaning in for a kiss. Q took up a comfortable position and observed his student with pride.
=^= Back on Voyager, somewhere in the Delta Quadrant =^=
Q and Seven appeared back in Voyager's cargo bay. "That concludes tonight's lesson, Seven. Practice what you have learned and when you are ready, I will take you back to Kirk's time and you can learn all kinds of kinky things. Or perhaps I'll take you to Archer's Enterprise, where you can learn the joys of threesomes...until then... adieu."
The End