#borgati

And we were both girls?

borgati adventures

The universal human urge to boop her nose.

“You didn’t have to try to hijack the controls…” Raffi is inches from the Borg Queen’s face and Seven moves to lightly wrap an arm around her to pull her back. She can feel Raffi tensing to prepare for a fight and the Borg Queen’s mouth opens as if to respond. “She’s right Queenie.” Agnes cuts her off so quick that Seven almost laughs. Agnes, much as she would never admit it out loud, is a blessing, especially when she and the Borg Queen were so… close. “Can you fix it?” Agnes asks the question, hand slipping into the Borg Queen’s. Getting trapped on the planet together wasn’t exactly the plan, but she had to admit she liked the hope of escaping. “Probably, with help…. Peace and quiet.” Agnes smiles, nods and leads the Borg Queen away, Seven settling beside Raffi as the work starts, the two work side by side, Seven’s fingers trailing over taut muscles even as she moves to help Raffi work, the two are almost stroking one another as they work, Raffi relaxing into the work and love Seven is giving her. Agnes, finally alone with the Borg Queen, pulls her closer, loops arms around the woman and smirks up at her. “Nice work getting us out of working on the ship…” Queenie, the Borg Queen, tilts her head as if to act innocent then smiles, it’s warm, tender and real in ways it didn’t used to be. Soft borg tentacles trace over Agnes’ body before she leans to kiss the girl, smiling when Agnes’ legs give out, wrapping her closer, still idily tracing tentacles over the girl’s body, they would wait to leave before they indulged truly, but for now the taste of her sensitive human was enough for Queenie. Later, much later, they are finally off the planet and Seven winces slightly as she sits in her Captain’s chair, Raffi’s sigh soft as she moves to find the correct code for a headache cure. “So they…” “Yeah.” Seven mutters, accepting the drink and swallowing easily. “Mmm, maybe we can get some payback later…” Raffi suggests, smirking at Seven’s smile and nod. It might suck knowing when Agnes was ‘working with’ the Borg Queen, but she did have some fun of her own with the bond between them.

Masterlist

“Fuck.” “I am sorry.” Queenie does sound apologetic. She had wanted Agnes for her own, but the involuntary implant was not a plan. She hadn’t meant to hurt the girl, not really, but now she watches as Agnes slumps into a seat and moves slowly closer, touching the implant as gently as possible. “It suits you.” “It hurts…” “Oh my dear.” Queenie almost coos the words and Agnes shudders all over again when Queenie’s fingers brush the implant again, sending a slightly pleasant tingle through it. The pain lessens and Queenie smiles tenderly. “Now?” “Now…. It feels… okay.”