I know why Angelina keeps running around the place in panties and a bra so much. She's dragging her cape at me, teasing, and looking for a reaction to her tight younger body. She's also proclaiming that she belongs here because she's Phoebe's girlfriend. Plus there's the fact that she DOES have a great body, large breasts, with a sensuous pair of lips and decidedly bedroom eyes. Showing off. Phoebe always could pick up the beauties.
So now Miss Jolly is sharing the couch with a half-nude Phoebe. Engaging in foreplay, actually, the way she keeps rubbing her butt back against Phoebe's belly and hand.
It's hell working on my desk Padds at times like now. It's idiotic taking work home from StarFleet Tower anyways. Paperwork was never my forte. Funny they keep referring to it as paperwork when paper is almost never done on paper anymore. At any rate, I may be comfy with a pillow under my elbows, but I keep imagining Seven of Nine teasing me like Angelina is doing to Phoebe.
I'd had my chance. Four or five hundred of them, and I'd never made a move on my ex-Borg. Now she's off being married to Chakotay and pioneering on Mars. So near and yet so far.
Being properly defeated by the whispering females on the couch, I put my work away and got one of my bodice-rippers. Pure recreational reading.
"What's this one about?" Phoebe asks.
"A medieval stronghold in England, a Lord off on the Crusades, a traitorous Knight, and various members of Robin Hood's band," I explain. "This one has a Lady Katharine with a girlfriend."
I fail to look up when Angelina begins giggling.
After a little bit, Phoebe speaks again.
"It's less than a week you know," she noted. "What do you want for your Birthday?"
"Surprise me," I reply.
"Give me a few hints," Phoebe said.
"Surprise me."
"Just one little hint."
"Surprise me."
"DAMMIT, Kat! Every year we go through the same boring routine. Give me some parameters, Dammit."
I picked at my light green nightdress and the teal green slip I was wearing underneath. I remembered the dark green suit with the sarong skirt. The green see-through blouse. The sea-green dress with no sleeves. The black-green handbag. The green real jade barrette. The silk green men's long-sleeved shirt. The set of seven green silk Undie pairs. All something to supposedly go with my auburn hair.
All presents from Phoebe since I'd come back.
I love her dearly. But enough is enough.
"If it's Green, I swear, I'll kill you."
"Can I watch while you kill her?" Angelina asked. "If it's going to be a bloody death, I want to know, so I can put my shower cap on first."
The two of them got to discussing the various ways I could kill my sister, so I smiled and returned to my book. Angelina Jolly had a delightfully bizarre mind to her. Phoebe and her lovely model belonged together.
I forgot all about my upcoming Birthday until the day arrived.
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As soon as I got through the front door, I remembered. This would probably be another Green Birthday, my advice to Phoebe notwithstanding.
"Is it Green?" I asked as soon as I saw the two of them looking like the cats that just robbed, raped and pillaged the cream manufacturer.
"No," Angelina giggled. "It's ....."
"Yellow," Phoebe finished. "Your present is in the little studio, my painting studio, out back. Why don't you take a look?"
"If it's Green ......"
"Go look!" they chorused.
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I entered through the sliding door to the office section first. Nothing there. Then I eased through the swinging doors to the studio.
It was Seven of Nine lounging on the old velvet couch.
Yellow bootlets, yellow pants-and-jacket suit, white-yellow blouse, yellow neck band with a yellow cameo on it, and Seven's fine light-yellow blonde hair. She was wearing it sculpted to her head, instead of long and made up into an impossibly tight bun. I'll have to get accustomed to it.
"Mrs. Chakotay!" I finally managed.
She shook her head in a no. "The divorce is final. Just simple old Annika Hansen now. Or still Seven of Nine if you prefer."
The question in my mind must been obvious.
"Irreconcilable differences. He liked me and I liked women."
I felt the earth move under my feet. Earthquake?
She waved a forefinger at me. A large yellow bow was attached to it.
"Well?" she asked. "I'm still wrapped. Aren't you going to finish unwrapping your Birthday present?
END
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