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It would, Raffi had informed her in no uncertain terms, have been rude to refuse the monks of Lagonius VII's offer of lunch. Despite Seven's apprehensions when it came to anything even marginally close to organised religion, it turned out to be a friendly and informal affair. A trestle table was laid with fresh bread, fruits, cheeses and roasted nuts by a line of monks who filed out of the kitchen like ants carrying food back to the nest.
The table was surrounded by long wooden benches, each seating five or six. Seven and Raffi found themselves wedged between Riya and Lokin, two senior members of the order. Riya spent most of the meal recounting stories of the planet’s first contact with Starfleet. It was over a hundred and fifty years ago; she had only been a small child at the time, she informed them, but she could remember the moment Captain April’s shuttlecraft touched down like it was yesterday.
Everyone else in the room was silent. In hindsight, that along with the knowing looks that the monks kept sharing whilst never speaking should have indicated to Seven that something strange was afoot.
The first real indication of anything being amiss came straight after lunch. A monk, a young softly spoken man named Illaris, was giving them a tour of the monastery and its grounds. Raffi had fallen into step a few paces behind Seven whilst they weaved their way through narrow corridors lit by blue glowing crystals. When she started up a steep and narrow staircase, Seven could have sworn she heard Raffi murmur something like ‘good view’, but when she turned round with a quizzical look and asked her to repeat herself Raffi insisted that she had said nothing at all.
There were a few more strange looks exchanged. Seven was certain that Raffi had said something, Raffi turning to her and frowning. It took longer than either of them would like to admit for them to realise what was happening.
‘You can feel my thoughts can’t you?’ Raffi asked.
‘Yes’
‘Well, that’s a new one. We’ve had giant plants, an alternate timeline, time travel, an immortality necklace, and goo-freaks, but telepathy is a new one to cross off the Starfleet Bingo card’
Seven snorted, startling Illaris somewhat. He at least seemed unaware of their situation. A good job considering both their trains of thought.
They were almost back at their starting point when Raffi stepped in front of Seven, making sure to brush against her side, and reached both hands up, over her head to tap the keystone of a doorway that Illaris informed them bought luck and wisdom to all those who touched it. Seven couldn’t help but remember what happened right after the last time she saw Raffi with her arms held above her head like that. In the gym, practicing pull-ups in a vest shirt that accentuated every single one of her back and shoulder muscles. Raffi spun around giving her a smirk.
“Illaris,” Seven said, changing topic before her mind wandered too far, “why can Commander Musiker and I sense each other’s thoughts?”
The monk turned around, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, that is most unusual. It is virtually unheard of for outsiders to be affected by the monastery. Not to worry," he chirped, "the effects wear off within a few hours of leaving and you can only perceive the thoughts of those whom you already share a close emotional connection with".
Raffi cocked her head, "So you can't hear us?"
"Oh heavens, no!" Illaris confirmed, looking taken aback, "That would be quite the invasion of privacy, very unbecoming for a member of the Lagonian order".
'oh thank fuck' they thought in unison, sharing a relieved glance which Raffi followed up with some rather impure thoughts just to drive the point home.
***
Getting back to the Enterprise was easy enough, getting back to an area of privacy was not.
Dr Ohk had, perhaps unsurprisingly given her thorough nature, insisted on medical screenings for everyone returning from shore leave. It took her mere seconds to spot an anomaly with both Seven's and Raffi's cunei. Halfway through her explanation of the role of the cuneus and the surrounding occipital lobe, Seven stopped her and, after a brief telepathic apology to Raffi, confessed to their predicament. Intentionally leaving out the finer details of what they had been using their newly discovered telepathic link to share.
Not long after that, they found themselves filling in form after form whilst being prodded and poked, all in the name of science.
Raffi appeared to view this unfortunate delay in proceedings as an opportunity to tease Seven about everything they could be doing instead. First, it was thoughts of something quick to take the edge off, back pressed against a wall whilst Raffi stroked her clit until her legs trembled. Then that evolved into thoughts of something slower, softer, involving Seven’s favourite toy; a ring that fitted over Raffi’s middle finger that made her whole hand vibrate. Raffi pausing every time she got close before finally letting her fall over the edge into ecstasy.
After a particularly descriptive, and somehow loud, thought from Raffi, inspired by the way Seven tapped the tips of her fingers together whilst thinking; Seven excused them both on the grounds that the doctor had enough data to be looking into and they both needed a break before their next duty shift started in four hours.
They barely made it back to Seven’s quarters. Both of them thinking that the meeting rooms and holodecks they passed along the way looked increasingly appealing with every step, neither of them were desperate enough to risk a repeat of the ‘Assenia incident’ though.
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Raffi asked, removing her jacket, tossing it somewhere out of sight.
Seven smiled, “Yes Raffi”
“Ok”, Raffi kissed her softly, pushing her back against the wall, ‘and me being in your head like this? It’s not too…Borgy?’
‘No,’ she pulled Raffi into a deeper kiss, ‘I know I’m safe with you’.
‘Good. Tell me what you want?’
Seven tried to form a sensible answer, she really did, but Raffi was kissing her jaw and rubbing her thumb in firm circles against her hip, which even through her uniform pants felt incredible and made thinking near impossible. “You”
‘Obviously’ she felt Raffi’s lips curve into a smug grin just below her ear. ‘Think of what you want from me, what you want me to do to you…for you’
Her head lolled against the wall, a soft whine escaping her lips as she focused every effort on producing coherent thoughts despite Raffi’s best efforts. A series of images flashed through her mind: Raffi using a toy to build her up slowly until she came so hard it almost hurt, Raffi riding her thigh, using her body to get herself off, her pressing Raffi's hips against the shower wall, kneeling before her whilst the vibrations and her mouth sent her wild.
‘Fuck Seven’
Raffi swiped her tongue over the starburst on her cheek, interrupting her thoughts, ‘and that, lots more of that’
Raffi took her left hand from her shoulder, bought it to her lips, kissed each metal-capped finger in turn then sucked them into her mouth one by one, tingles of pure pleasure crawling up the implants in her arm and reverberating around her body, settling as a dull ache between her legs. "Raffi", she said, more because she just needed to say something rather than because she had anything in particular to say.
'Patience Seven', and hearing Raffi's voice in her head whilst her mouth was still wrapped around her middle finger broke something within her. She felt the ports in the back of her hand begin their telltale itching. A sure sign that her tubules were emerging. 'Oh good girl,' Raffi thought, running her tongue over the grooves between her knuckles, taking the tubules into her mouth, sucking them gently. 'Such a good girl Seven, letting me see all of you.'
Words caught in her throat in a stifled moan as Raffi ground her hips into hers. So achingly close to where she needed her, yet nowhere near close enough. 'Please', she thought, 'please Raffi'.
'Soon', Raffi released her tubules. "Soon baby", she guided her towards the bed, removing their clothing as they went until they both stood at the foot of the bed naked.
When she pulled away, Seven reached out on instinct, pulling her right back into a kiss, tugging her down on top of her as she lay back.
Just the sensation of Raffi's weight over her was extraordinary. The subtle grind of her hips against her thigh whilst she kissed and stroked every inch of her with the addition of the feeling of her mind in her own set Seven's body aflame.
The thoughts Raffi broadcast were jumbled and chaotic to start with, filled with want, struggling to separate the thoughts of what she was doing from the thoughts of what she wanted to do. Seven responded by grasping at Raffi's back, shoulders, arms. Anywhere she could reach. Anywhere where she could feel Raffi's muscles ripple beneath her skin and mentally describe just how amazing they felt. How much she loved them.
When Raffi finally skated two fingers around the edges of her clit Seven arched into her hand seeking out all the contact she could get. It didn't work. The more she tried to chase Raffi's fingers the further away she seemed to get.
Seconds that felt like hours passed before Raffi touched her again. This time her fingers buzzed softly and seven could feel the cool metal of the ring resting against her flushed skin.
She started gently. Seven could feel her, one finger on either side of her clit drawing closer with each pass. The indirect contact felt good, but not as good as every one of Raffi’s thoughts promised to make her feel. And soon.
'You're so good Seven, you're being so patient for me' Raffi thought, moving her fingers down to tease her entrance, increasing the speed of the vibrations, brushing her mouth over her shoulder.
Seven grasped the back of Raffi's head and pulled her to the implants in her neck and throat. With each touch of Raffi's tongue or lips she asked for more. Pictured in her mind how she wanted her to turn up the ring to full power, to keep her thumb on her clit whilst she pushed two fingers inside her, to curl them towards her front wall, then, as she got closer, to add in a third.
Raffi followed her instructions to the letter, with one exception. Each time Seven thought she was close she would pause. Mentally count to ten, making sure Seven could hear her, and then she would start again. She accompanied each curve of her fingers with a roll of her hips and a graze of her mouth over her implants. The increasing wetness Raffi was leaving on her thigh turned Seven on even more until her thoughts became a blur and the only sounds she could make were moans.
‘You’re incredible Seven. Come for me baby’ With a final flick of Raffi’s tongue against the remainder of an implant sitting in her jugular notch Seven came with a gasp.
Even as she rode out the high she could already feel something much larger building, hiding in amongst the shockwaves that arced through her body. Emerging and coming into sharp focus as she came down. 'Don't stop, Raffi, please, don't stop'.
Raffi, still riding Seven’s thigh, propped herself up on her free hand as she herself got closer. Told her how she loved the way her thigh felt against her. How she wanted to make Seven come again and again just to see her like this. How amazing she looked in this moment, hair splayed over the pillow, cheeks flushed and head tilted back exposing her neck.
Seven reached out for her, rolling a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, taking the other into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Guiding her hips with her other hand until they both teetered on the edge of bliss.
'Raffi,' she thought as closed her jaw ever so slightly, applying just enough pressure with her teeth to draw a guttural moan from her. 'Come with me'
They fell together, the feeling of each other’s thoughts fading as they tumbled into pure, mind-numbing pleasure.
Raffi slumped down next to Seven. “That was…”
“A lot”
Concern flashed over her face, “too much?”
“No,” Seven took her hand, lacing their fingers together, “not too much”
“That’s good” She bought their joined hands to her mouth, laying soft kisses between Seven's knuckles, “because by my estimate we still have roughly two and half hours before we’re due on the bridge and if I recall correctly someone was thinking of taking a shower…” She flashed her eyebrows.
“Two hours, twenty-seven minutes and nine seconds actually.” Seven stood, pulling Raffi out of the bed and towards the bathroom. “But you were correct about the shower part”.
Even though she couldn’t sense Raffi's thoughts anymore, Seven wasn't going to let such a minor inconvenience stop her from showing Raffi the same single-minded dedication that she had just shown her.
Over and over and over again.