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“You are saying that you are too sexually satisfied?” asked Seven.
“No… Maybe… Yes,” Raffi dithered.
“And this is a bad thing?” asked Seven. Her brow raised, and a half smile on her face.
“This is the closest to a complaint I have received from a lover, and I’m not entirely sure if this is a complaint or a compliment.” The small smile broke into a self-satisfied grin across Seven’s face.
“On an emotional level, I never want you to leave again.” Said Raffi, gesticulating with her hands to emphasise her point. “But perhaps on a more carnal level, I miss that feeling of hunger and desperation. The anticipation.”
Closing her eyes, she let her head roll back and pressed her hands splayed over her bare collarbones.
“The certainty I would combust if you didn’t touch me.”
Her pulse quickened as she remembered the feelings that overflowed inside her whenever Seven would saunter back into her life. How they would crash together. How they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Raffi dropped her chin and opened her eyes. She could feel Seven watching her. They could barely keep their hands off each other, even now. All Raffi needed to do was roll over and find Seven, or give her a look and she could be whisked off her feet and satisfied.
“You wish for me to deny you.” Said Seven.
“Maybe just a little bit,” said Raffi, holding up her thumb and forefinger with a tiny gap between them. “I want you to tease me. Take things slow. Give me a longer build-up.”
“I’m open to trying almost everything once,” said Seven.
“As you’ve said before, Meatloaf,” replied Raffi.
“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” sighed Seven.
She had searched both Earth and Starfleet’s databases on and off for years, but she was still to find what a 19th-century ground meat dish had to do with either love or trying things. She’d presented many theories to Raffi over the years. None of which had been pronounced as the resolution. Raffi still stubbornly refused to give her the answers but continued to use the reference.
“Nope,” said Raffi. “It’s so nice to have something over you.”
She crawled over the couch to Seven and kissed her. Deep and lusciously.
It was Seven who pulled back to break the kiss.
“When do you want to start?” she asked, breathlessly.
Raffi’s face brightened.
“You want to?”
“Oh, I want,” said Seven. “And you… want… to be denied.”
“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Raffi asked, as a shiver ran through her body.
“I need to know your safe word first. If things aren’t going how you’d like and you want to stop things.”
Raffi hummed and pressed a finger to her lips. Over exaggerating her thinking.
“How about Meatlo…?”
“Please don’t say meatloaf; that would really kill the mood,” interrupted Seven.
“That’s kind of the point, though, isn’t it?”
“meatloaf?” asked Seven
“Meatloaf,” confirmed Raffi.
******
Seven kissed Raffi, then she pulled back. Teased her lips over the curve of Raffi’s jaw. Both hummed their combined pleasure until Seven stopped and pulled back again. Like she was feeling her way through this new dynamic herself.
Raffi wanted more. For Seven to touch her, to satisfy her. To make her feel good. But wouldn’t it feel so much better if she waited?
Seven gave Raffi a chaste kiss. Too short for Raffi to lean into.
“Undress. Down to your underwear for me,” Seven instructed.
The command-y edge to Seven’s voice in this setting was intoxicating to Raffi. She felt it reverberate through every inch of her body. She quickly complied with Seven’s instruction. Forgetting, momentarily her resolve for this time to be slow. She should have taken her time and put on a strip tear for Seven, but Seven wasn’t watching. She’d left the bedside only to return holding two restraints.
She held them out so Raffi could see. She watched her face and waited for any indication of disapproval.
“Where do you want me?” asked Raffi.
“Lie right here,” instructed Seven. Moving a pillow a few inches away from the centre of the headboard. “And arms up over head.”
Raffi moved into position while Seven watched. Before crawling over her and securing Raffi’s wrist to the headboard with the restraints.
Raffi closed her eyes. Her senses heightened. She wanted to just let herself feel.
But then she felt—nothing.
Raffi ached to be touched. This was exactly as she wanted.
She expected Seven to start touching her - teasing her. Driving her instance with chaste caresses, but nothing came.
Raffi waited patiently, curious as to what Seven had in store for her.
She could hear movement and rustling from Seven. Perhaps the removal of clothing, Raffi considered hopefully. Then she felt the dip of the bed as Seven moved to straddle her, and another as Seven planted her arm near Raffi’s side.
Raffi could feel without looking that Seven’s face was close to hers. The warm tickle of her breath against her skin. The slightest hitch in her breath as she inhaled. The warm tickle against Raffi’s skin as she exhaled. But still, there was no direct contact.
Raffi swallowed hard. Every nerve ending in her body waited with bated anticipation. Her lips gently parted in an invitation to a kiss that never came.
Raffi kept her eyes closed and waited.
She waited as long as her patients would hold.
Her curiosity finally won out in the end when she heard the faint moan fall from Seven’s lips.
Raffi opened her eyes. Seven’s face was inches from hers. Her partner wore a blissed-out expression. Her eyelids heavy, and her lips parted the slightest distance as she panted.
Raffi looked down. Seven had removed only her jacket and boots. Raffi’s eyes tracked down Seven’s body. She’d braced herself, hovering above Raffi. One hand holding her up, while the other vanished beneath her waistband and open fly, rubbing in a rhythmic motion. Raffi could see the muscles in Seven’s forearm flex.
“Fuck,” Raffi groaned and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
It was evident what Seven was doing; Raffi’s real question was why she wasn’t being touched. She had expected Seven to be slow and teasing in her caresses. Maybe for her to move at a slow, frustrating pace. She hadn’t expected a front seat to Seven’s self-gratification.
“You wished to be denied. I… wished to be… satisfied.” Seven rasped above her.
Raffi felt a desperation to touch Seven. But her restraints held her hands firmly in place. And she was too proud to back out so soon.
She pushed down with her heels, lifting her hips trying to find contact with Seven. She strained upwards, until she found her target, bumping against the back of Seven’s hand.
“Ah, ah” Seven chided, moving her body higher, and out of reach of Raffi.
Raffi dropped her hips back down onto the bed, disappointed.
She felt Seven shift to withdraw her hand, and a jolt of excitement rushed through her. Was she finally going to be touched?
Raffi watched, mesmerised by the glistening first and middle fingers of Seven’s right hand. Seven reached up, and using her thumb and ring finger pulled down the strap of Raffi’s lacy bralet, exposing her breast.
“That’s better,” Seven proclaimed. Before moving her hand back between her legs and resuming her ministrations. She moved her mouth to Raffi’s breast. Kissing the newly exposed flesh. Drawing her tongue across the nipple and watching it harden, as Raffi arched up, seeking… more.
Seven kept teasing.
Raffi could hear the uptick in the pace of Seven’s hands, moving faster and more vigorously as she approached her climax. Seven’s head came to rest against Raffi’s collarbone, and she moaned loudly. Raffi could feel the pulse reverberate through Seven’s body.
Seven stilled. Then rolled to lie at Raffi’s side, one leg slung over her body.
Extracting her hand, Seven offered her fingers to Raffi’s parted lips. Raffi opener mouth. Taking Seven’s fingers, tasting herself on them. Sucking them clean. Her tongue danced a pattern of promise, of just what it could be doing to other body parts, should Seven permit it.
Seven withdrew her fingers. Raffi tried to follow Seven’s hand as far as she could. Using her core to lift her head off the bed. Reaching her limit, she flopped back down.
Seven drew those fingers over Raffi’s breast, rolling her nipple languidly between her fingertips. The ghosting down Raffi’s torso. Taking her sweet time while waiting for her body to return back to earth.
Raffi lay beside her, enjoying the touch and basking in the edge of Seven’s glow.
Seven rolled off Raffi’s side, and Raffi felt the loss of contact.
“I’m just going to make myself more comfortable,” Seven explained. Quickly stripping down to her underwear, while Raffi watched admiringly, before rejoining her on the bed.
Seven moved to lie on her back, side by side with Raffi. She placed her left hand onto Raffi’s stomach, mirroring the position of her right on her own.
“I thought I’d start by making it realistic. If you wanted to recreate the time we spent apart in those early days.”
“Are you telling me that you were sexually satisfied while away with the Rangers?” Raffi asked, turning her head to look at Seven.
Seven laughed.
“No, I’m telling you I masturbated - a lot.” Seven laughed. “All while thinking about you. Imagining you.”
Seven moved her hands south.
“That’s hot,” Raffi rasped, as Sevens finger slid inside the gusset of her panties. She let her legs butterfly outwards.
Raffi watched both of Seven’s hands move in tandem. Masturbating them both together. Touching herself and Raffi with mirrored motions.
Seven circled Raffi’s clit. Raffi gasped, her body rocking in time with Seven’s motion. Raffi assumed Seven was touching herself with the same motions. She hoped Seven would get lost in the feeling and continue. Allowing them both to climax in tandem. The knot in Raffi’s abdomen tightened. But before there was an opportunity for too much to build, Seven withdrew. Bringing her hand to her lips, she tasted Raffi on her fingertips while continuing to touch herself.
Raffi pouted.
“This was your idea,” said Seven between licks. “Just say the word, and we can end it”
Rafii shook her head stubbornly.
“I thought you were going to touch and tease me, not just make me watch you get yourself off”
“I know you,” said Seven. “Making you watch is a sure-fire way to get you all riled up”
Raffi shook her head more vigorously. But there was no point in denying it - Seven’s plan was evidently working.
Seven smirked. Removing her other hand, she reached one hand behind her back. She deftly pressed a switch and then placed something buzzing onto Raffi’s bare midriff.
“Hello, old friend”. Said Raffi, looking down at the familiar dildo. It vibrated, but too far away from anywhere stimulating.
Seven nuzzled into Raffi’s neck. Kissing and nipping at the skin there. She drew her attention to a spot of skin that would only just be obscured by the collar of Raffi’s work uniform. She drew the skin into her mouth, sucking hard enough to mark, before stopping and gently soothing the area with her tongue, then repeating.
Raffi felt herself swoon, and for the first time that night she was glad she was lying down. Seven was driving her to distraction - the feeling of her mouth, the vibrations on her skin. Raffi tried to regain some semblance of control.
Her body rolled, and Raffi quickly realised the motion had displaced the vibrator Seven had left on her abdomen. She wondered if this was something she could repeat and control while Seven was occupied.
Rafi found that by carefully controlling her abdominal muscles, she could inch the vibrator closer to where she wanted it. She continued the motion, unnoticed until, with a tilt of her hips, it dropped to rest between her legs. She hissed in celebration of her success and hoped Seven chalked the noise down to her ministrations.
The sensation was better, but nowhere near enough to get Raffi off. She experimented with further shifting her hips, testing out different angles. But that motion did not go unnoticed by Seven.
“No,” Seven chided in a low hum. She reached between Raffi’s legs and removed the vibe.
“Meatloaf” shouted Raffi.
Seven stopped abruptly.
“Are you? Do you need me to untie you?” Seven asked, a hint of panic in her voice as she ceased touching Raffi and moved to release her wrist.
“No,” Raffi wined. “Don’t”
“No?” Seven paused, confused. “You said meatloaf - the safe word”
“I meant Meatloaf in the sense of - I cannot take any more teasing. Not stop completely”
“Oh,” said Seven.
“Can you please finish what you’ve started,” Raffi begged.
Seven grinned widely. She was only too happy to comply.