Disclaimer: 16 Hours is a work of fiction involving a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this is illegal where you live, if you are under 18, or if you are offended by the idea of two women expressing their love in an NC-17-ish sort of manner, please hit the BACK button and leave immediately. No hard feelings... & we will never speak of this again.

Star Trek: Voyager and all its characters are the property of Paramount, not me. This was written purely for entertainment purposes, and no copyright infringement is intended. So please don't sue!

I'd like to thank my beta readers for their support - Vinda, Angie, Scott, Robin, Odette and Jay. Special thanks to Stephanie for encouraging me to write this, and for patiently helping me edit a bajillion revisions.

For those of you who stay for the floor show, thanks for reading my first attempt at fanfic. I'll gladly accept any constructive feedback at baileyjumps@yahoo.com.

Teaser: Seven was certain that the wine must be affecting her cortical implant more than she had anticipated. Because if she did not know any better, she would swear-- "Captain Janeway, you are trying to seduce me!" she blurted. The Captain stared at her a moment, then started to laugh - a full, throaty laugh that sent tingles down Seven's spine. "Aren't you?" she asked, with somewhat less certainty.