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As always, thanks to Marlène for her friendship, her incredible generosity of spirit for creating this site, and for her patience as I made her read all of my many, many rewrites. :)

Summary: Janeway and Seven struggle to survive frigid conditions after an attack leaves them stranded on an alien planet.

Teaser:

Cold.

Your lips are cold, sliding against my skin, as slick and cool as the ice that surrounds us. The sensation shocking, wrenching a gasp from me, for if I ever allowed myself to imagine what your lips felt like, "cold" would not be the adjective that came to mind.