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They should talk.
Granted, they have never truly been good at it which is probably why they avoid it most of the time. But there are so many things left unsaid between them. Things they are too afraid to poke and prod at. Things that are probably better left in the abstract because as long as it’s not real, it can’t hurt them.
Right?
They should take a breath and talk.
Seven is aware somewhere in the back of her mind that words have to be said but her mouth is too busy trailing over Raffi’s collarbones to form them. The moans coming from deep within Raffi’s throat lets her know she’s also too busy to talk.
It’s not like Seven doesn’t want to talk. It’s just that what they have to talk about might be the final nail in the coffin that is whatever it is they are. She’s never truly been sure even if Raffi seemed to have a fairly good idea of where they stood.
Until she didn’t.
They should talk.
But what if they did?
The last time they sat down to have a real conversation their relationship pretty much imploded. Their shaky foundation just crumbled to dust and the whole thing came crashing down so fast they’re both still reeling from it. Seven isn’t interested in digging in the rubble of the mess they made. Even if she knows there are things to be unearthed there. Things she should have said before.
They should talk.
The words are on the tip of her tongue but as she loses herself in her thoughts, Raffi’s taken back control. Her mouth is on Seven’s now, their lips locked in a heated kiss. It’s been too long since the last time they indulged in one another that way. So long that Seven can’t seem to stop for fear either one of them might come to their senses.
They should talk.
Raffi tugs on the waistband of Seven’s Starfleet issued pants to pull her even closer to her. Seven barely registers the movement, she just feels Raffi’s hands on her body, the warmth of her skin on her own, the flutter of her fingertips on her hip implant. The sensation is brief but just enough to make her breath falter in staccato.
Raffi pulls back from their frenzied kiss with concern etched on her face.
“Sensitive.” Seven whispers by way of explanation.
“Oh, sorry—“ Seven grabs Raffi’s hand to put it back on her hip implant, effectively interrupting whatever Raffi was about to say.
“No, I like it.”
Raffi gives a slow nod of understanding. She undresses Seven with slow, purposeful movements while kissing her way down Seven’s body. She stops when her lips are close to the implant.
Seven’s breath itches in her throat in anticipation.
There is no part of her that is worried about what Raffi might be thinking at the idea of touching her there because she knows Raffi harbors no ill feelings towards her Borgness. She is safe here. She feels safe here. After months of being made to feel as though she had to pick one part of herself in order to fit into Starfleet, here with Raffi there is no picking or choosing. She is Seven. Desired for who she is in her entirety.
Raffi presses a light kiss to her hip implant. Seven’s reaction is immediate, her fingers tangle in Raffi’s curls lightly pulling at her hair. Raffi swipes the tip of her tongue there instead. She keeps the pressure light, teasing and marvels at the sounds Seven makes with each new lick.
All thoughts of talking have gone out the window.
Raffi’s mouth moves closer to where Seven actually wants her to be. Her fingers caress her hip implant instead in a steady rhythm. A wave of desire tightens her core.
“Raffi,” she breathes her name like a plea.
“I got you.”
Her mouth closes on Seven’s swollen clit. Raffi wants to take her time. She never gets to have her this way and she intends to make it count. She sucks and licks, savoring the taste of her on her tongue, relishing in the way Seven’s hips roll to try and get more out of Raffi’s ministrations.
“I love when you do that.” Seven pants and Raffi redoubles her efforts as a reward for Seven’s honesty. “Come here.”
Raffi kisses her way back up Seven’s body, lingering in the places that have her moan louder until she settles for her lips. Raffi’s hand is still caressing the hip implant with a little more pressure this time. She has a feeling Seven could come undone from this alone but there will be time later to find out. For now, Seven moves Raffi’s hand away from the implant on her hip to the apex of her thigh.
As she deepens their kiss, Raffi enters Seven with two fingers. Her gasp melts into a moan as Raffi moves slowly inside of her, reaching the place she’s been craving her. Raffi moves faster at the request of Seven who moans louder as she lets go of her inhibitions.
“I love the way you feel.”
It occurs to Raffi, as Seven sinks her teeth into the tender flesh where her shoulder meets her neck, that this is the first time Seven requests for Raffi to penetrate her. Seven moves under Raffi, her body undulating trying to chase more sensation from Raffi’s hand. She rides her fingers and Raffi matches her rhythm stroke for stroke until she unravels with a whine.
Raffi brings her fingers to her mouth to get another taste of Seven who watches with rapt attention as she slowly comes down from the high of her orgasm. Raffi rests her forehead against Seven’s while she attempts to regain her breathing.
“You okay?” Raffi’s voice is deep, thick with desire. Seven nods.
She nods because it’s easier, because if she speaks she might say something neither of them are ready for. So she nods and holds Raffi’s gaze. There is something in the way Raffi is looking at her that opens Seven’s heart. She takes a deep breath, then another and finally she kisses Raffi again because the words were on the tip of her tongue.
They should talk.