Standard Disclaimer: Bound 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 don't sue!

Enhanced Disclaimer: Please pay attention to the title - it's called "Bound" for a reason. There is some bondage, a hint of role playing, and a question of consent. If you prefer reading sexual situations of the vanilla variety (not even French vanilla), this story may not be for you.

I'd like to give a very special thanks to my online beta readers - Jen, Xan and Terrina - for all of their wonderful feedback, support and encouragement. As always, special thanks to Stephanie for pushing me to write ("no pressure!"), and for patiently helping me edit a bajillion revisions.

For those of you who stay for the floor show, hope you enjoy your visit. I'll gladly accept any constructive feedback at baileyjumps@yahoo.com.

Teaser: Seven followed Janeway's gaze as it shifted back to the viewport, and suddenly realized that the Captain had not been staring out at the passing starfield at all, but at a reflection in the panel, at... her. Their gazes locked in the reflective surface, in a moment that seemed to stretch and expand beyond itself. "Captain," she said, hearing her own voice as if it was disconnected from her body. "Do you want me to touch you now?"