She's on the table...

Scanning her body once more, you inhale sharply, having SOMEHOW managed to remove her catsuit and get her under the sheet without sneaking a peek. Your cock has been doing its best to betray the thoughts running through your head, but through sheer **** of will, you've managed to keep it at bay. Now, though, you know that the implant in need of work is just above her pubic bone, and accessing it will mean, well, pulling back the sheet.

You do so, carefully, making sure to preserve a veneer of professionalism. After all, you're just repairing an overloaded circuit, right?

Your fingers move over the smooth, silver surface of the implant, examining the three visible nodes, looking for a way to access the circuitry beneath. It's amazing, just how sleek, how unobtrusive it is against her porcelain-white skin. Still, you're--

"Mmm...Crewman? What happened?"

You look up, shocked to see Seven waking up. "Uh, Seven? You were...damaged. I was just about to take a look at the damaged circuitry."

"Damaged?" she asks, sitting up. "Are you certain? I feel...optimal."

You narrow your eyes, unable to disagree. "You do seem better. You speech patterns have returned to normal. Let me just take a quick look..." Scanning her again with the tricorder, you no longer detect the anomalous brainwaves. Glancing at the implant, you notice a small light blinking, which you don't recall having seen before. Touching it, all three nodes flash before turning off.

Seven shudders at your touch. "Sorry, Seven."

"It's alright," she says, gasping. "It was just...ticklish."

"Yeah, sorry," you say. "Just...checking something. Um...looks like you're right. I guess whatever it was, your nanoprobes managed to fix the problem."

Seven sits up, the sheet beginning to fall from her as she does. You quickly turn around, allowing her to keep her modesty, even though she might not care, and though you desperately want to sneak a peek. "My body is quite...capable," she says. "Though I thank you for your concern."

You turn back around, just as Seven finishes zipping herself back up. "Is that all, crewman?"

"Uh, yes," you say.

She nods, brushing against your body as she walks past. "Goodbye, Crewman."