Things rarely go as you expect them to, as Seven Of Nine discovers in this installment. She also takes the opportunity to put what she has learned on her own about human sexuality into practice, much to Harry's surprise...
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Resistance Is Futile...But Pleasurable
Chapter Two
Seven of Nine groaned as she rolled over on the bed, reaching up and pulling a pillow over her head in an attempt to block out the blinding light coming from all over the room.
"Ho ho, it looks like someone finally decided to wake up on her own!" Harry Kim laughed as he came out of the bathroom in his quarters. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, then grasped the sheet and jerked it toward the foot of the bed. "Up and at 'em sweet cheeks...you're due in the Astrometrics lab in ten minutes. If you don't get a move on, you're going to be late."
"Please lower your volume level and dim lighting to lowest possible setting." Seven groaned, wrapping the pillow tighter around her head.
"Awwww, does my pretty have a hangover this morning?" Harry laughed. "Well, I tried to warn you about the Long Island Iced Teas last night, but you just wouldn't listen."
"The time to warn me would have been before I consumed any of the beverage, not while I was consuming the third glass." Seven muttered as she rolled to the side of the bed and tried to get to her feet.
After the third failed attempt, she squeezed one eye open and peered bleary at Harry.
"I am having difficulty getting out of the bed." She said slowly, her voice so soft he could barely hear her. "I require your assistance getting to the shower."
She looked over at him as he just sat beside her, not moving.
"Please." She added as he grinned at her.
"Much better pretty." Harry laughed as he leaned over, lifting her arm and draping it around his neck. He glanced over at her, then got to his feet, hauling her up behind him.
He led her over to the bathroom and guided her into the shower stall, helping her put her hand on the grab rail.
"I'm sorry pretty." Harry said, the smile obvious in his voice as he turned the shower on full blast at its coldest setting.
Every muscle in Seven of Nine's body stiffened and she barely suppressed a scream, but she resisted, forcing herself to remain under the near freezing spray for a full twenty count. Releasing her grip on the grab rail, she turned, bracing both hands on the shower walls as she let the frigid spray beat at her back and neck for another twenty count.
"Twenty." She hadn't meant to say the number aloud, it just slipped out. Turning again, she adjusted the water temperature to a tepid setting and proceeded to wash quickly. She winced as she moved her hand between her legs, but smiled as she recalled waking Harry repeatedly throughout the night to stimulate her digitally. She had wanted him to stimulate her orally, but he had refused.
"Four minutes." Harry said cheerily from behind her. "Time to get that sweet little ass of yours out of that shower."
"Agreed...I do have a sweet little ass." Seven said as she turned off the shower and turned to face him.
"That you do, and I want a chance to see more of it later." Harry said as he wrapped the towel around her, then leaned closer and kissed her on the cheek. "Lunch in the mess hall, thirteen hundred hours. Don't be late."
"I do not believe I will have an appetite." Seven said as he walked out the door.
"You don't have to eat pretty, you just have to show up." Harry laughed.
Seven heard his laughter as the outer door swished shut behind him.
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Seven held onto the bulkhead wall as the sickbay doors swished shut behind her. She looked around the room, and not seeing the doctor she said, "Computer, activate emergency medical hologram."
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency." The doctor said as he materialized. He looked around the room, and when he saw her, he smiled and said, "Ah Seven, what can I do for you this morning? You look like you're not feeling too well."
"I...I consumed an excessive quantity of alcohol last night, and I require your assistance to remedy the situation." She said as she made her way carefully over to the biobed and leaned against it.
"Have you had a negative reaction to synthahol before, or is this the first occurrence?" The doctor asked, picking up a medical tricorder and scanning her quickly.
"The substance was alcohol, not synthahol doctor." She said, not looking at him. "I consumed several large Long Island Ice Teas, and was informed that the alcohol content was approximately ninety percent."
"Ninety percent, or ninety proof? When it comes to alcohol, there is quite a difference." The doctor said. "Be that as it may, based on these readings I can safely say that a B-12 booster and an injection of neurozine to counteract the remaining effects of the alcohol will have you feeling as good as new. Please sit on the biobed while I get the hypospray."
She was still trying to get up on the biobed when he returned.
"Never mind Seven, I can give you the injection just as well standing up." He said as he stepped up behind her and pressed the hypo spray against her neck. "You should start feeling the effects from that in the next ten to fifteen minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?"
Seven winced as she turned to face him. The tenderness in her groin was getting worse by the moment. She could see the doctor looking at her with concern.
"I...I am experiencing discomfort in my groin that is rapidly approaching painful. I first noticed it when I woke up this morning."
"Specifically where is this discomfort?" The doctor asked. "Can you give me more information?
"The discomfort is in...my vaginal area." Seven said softly.
"I'll need to do a physical examination." The doctor said as he lowered the biobed and activated the holostirrups. "Please remove your uniform and lie in the biobed with your feet in the stirrups."
Seven pushed her unitard down and kicked it off over her feet, leaving it lying in a pile on the floor. She slid onto the biobed and laid back, raising her legs and settling her feet in the stirrups.
"I can already see the problem." The doctor said as he moved around to the end of the table. He moved his tricorder over her groin, nodding as he saw the result. "Your labia are bruised and inflamed, and your clitoris shows a mild abrasion. There doesn't appear to be any serious damage or injury. I'm going to apply an analgesic ointment and a topical anesthetic, but you will need to refrain from sexual activity for the next several days."
"Oh...that is...I understand doctor. I will refrain." Seven said as she waited for the doctor to continue.