B'Elanna, B'Elanna : An epilogue Veronica Jane Williams xkhoi@iafrica.com DISCLAIMER: The characters belong the Paramount, but I guess you all knew that. I thought for those few out there who might like to see an epilogue of sorts to my original story, I'd help you out of your misery. So here it is. For the fainthearted, simply move on, as this pastiche contains scenes of a sexually explicit nature between consenting adults. Rating: NC-17 B'ELANNA, B'ELANNA : EPILOGUE "Tom," B'Elanna whispered in his ear, her lips warm against his skin, "when we get back, make sweet, sweet love to me." "Yes, ma'am. Your wish is my command," he crooned back, wondering how in the name of heaven he was going to excercise control as long as B'Elanna was nibbling his ear, and planting warm kisses in his neck. He was carrying her from the holodeck, through the corridors to their quarters. Slowing down to kiss her every time. Ignoring the curious, though benignly indulgent stares of those who passed them. He felt her tugging with her teeth on his earlobe, gently biting it, sending shards of ecstacy through him. Already he could feel himself hardening... "B'Elanna, you witch," he muttered. "If you don't stop mauling me, I'll definitely embarrass myself." "Oh, it's okay. In that case, I'll just carry you," she murmured. "And ruin this beautiful picture we make? Not a chance. We're almost there... Dammit, B'Elanna!!" "You witch," he mumbled as the door of their quarters closed at last behind them and he put her down. "I take great pleasure in removing this costume piece by delectable piece." He held her away from him a few seconds. "You look wonderful - good enough to eat," he murmured as he buried his face in the valley between her breasts. He held her close to him, grabbing hold of her hair and pulling her head back. He bent down and touched her lips gently, moving his tongue over them so that she opened her mouth. "Hmmm... I taste... nectar..." as his tongue dipped between her teeth and probed her mouth deeply. She moaned into him, her hands coming up to press his head closer. She felt the warm stab of desire all the way to the cleft between her legs. Still holding her head back, he broke off the kiss, and with his other hand unsheathed her d'k tahg. "I thought this would come in handy..." "I don't think we need this," he said as he started cutting the collar open, then snipped the clasps of the jacket front. It sprang open, revealing her full breasts. He was starting to breathe heavily, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He cupped one breast, his mouth covering the other and started suckling on the rosy nipple, teasing it erect. She gave a moan, willing him to hurry. She felt herself releasing her juices, becoming awash at just the touch of him. Slowly, he snipped the rest of the costume away from her body, the flat side of the blade cool against her already fevered skin. He never once removed his lips from wherever he was touching her, kissing her hot skin where the blade cut through the fabric. "Tom," she groaned, I need you..." Her head was thrown back, her mouth open and she was panting, her breasts heaving. "In due time, sweetheart." "Dammit, Paris, I said now!" "Hey," he mumbled, "you did say sweet, sweet love..." "I didn't say sweet, sweet torture, you goon," she managed to get out. Her body was soft and pliant in his arms. Standing over her, he started kissing her. A deep kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth. She made mewling sounds, her body swaying against him. He took her hands, and moved his lips, barely touching her skin, from her finger- tips, along her arm, to her neck. The soft, featherlight caress of his lips on her skin continued, to her breasts, where, in the barest of touches, perhaps just blowing on them, brushed her taut, pink nipples, sending such erotic sensations to her nerve-endings, she thought she would die. She was moaning almost uncontrollably now. Her centre already responding with a wild throbbing. "Please...do it...now..." she whimpered. He stood away from her, looking at her body, tingling alive with desire and want. He gazed at her, for long moments, just drinking in the sight of her, savouring the promise of what is to come. He stood close to her again. She could feel his erection as it pressed into her stomach, making her moan. He touched her lips with his, slowly moving lower, to kiss her nipples, his tongue dipping lightly into her navel. Then he slipped to his knees. He held out his arms and she felt his hands holding the mounds of her buttocks, kneading them gently with his fingers. She stood with her legs slightly apart. He looked at the triangle of delicately damp curls, the labia pulsing and swollen. With a soft sigh he pressed his face into her eager and waiting centre, holding it there, taking in her scent. She cried audibly as she felt his lips delicately move against her pubis, parting the warm, soft folds, and unsheathed her clitoris. He lingered there, drowning in the pleasure of flicking his tongue gently against the little erect pink nub of pleasure. "Oh, God...Tom...what are you doing to me..." she groaned. But Tom was tantalisingly slow, flicking and licking the clit, till it throbbed. He tugged at her clit with his teeth, sending her wild with desire. "Oh, yesss!" she mewled, as his tongue lapped at her, along the length of her slit, a searing sensation invading her lower body. She could feel her passion mounting to unbearable heights. Her head was thrown back, eyes heavy with desire, her whole body quivering as waves of ecstacy flow through every fibre. She felt alive. He covered her vulva with his mouth, and started sucking her sweet juices. "Yes...yes... you are ready for me... yes..." he mumbled as he felt her reaching the edge. Her whole body stiffened, every muscle tensed as she pushed into his mouth, crying raggedly for her release. But Tom continued teasing, darting his tongue into her moist sheath, tasting her inner walls, flicking his tongue against her contracting muscles over and over, until he felt them relaxing. She grunted as he plunged his tongue deeply into her, drawing out, then plunging in again. She moved with him in rhythm, grunting with every thrust, allowing him deep into her. B'Elanna almost swooned as her entire lower body exploded and spasms of pulsing throbs overtook her. She twined her fingers into his hair, and held on. A long keening sound came from between her clenched teeth as she orgasmed. Tom held his mouth against her, feeling her pulsing into his mouth, until the throbbing receded. He raised himself up and kissed her on the mouth. She went wild as she tasted her own releases on his mouth. He broke off the kiss, his eyes hot with desire, his breathing coming in heaving gasps; he picked her up and carried her to the bed. "There," he gasped, "that's taken the edge off your hunger." She lay there, resting on her elbow, a picture of total wantonness, like a prowling cat, clamouring for more, her mouth open and breathing low, a soft purring sound coming from her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Slowly he removed his uniform, so that she revelled in just looking at him. The plains of his stomach flat and hard, the muscles in his thighs twitching, his eyes dark with a controlled passion. Unmistakable his erection, a tiny droplet at its tip. She groaned, looking at him, waiting. Sliding himself along the length of her body, she could feel his hard shaft against her stomach, sending her crazy. She wanted to move then, to accommodate him between her legs, but he meshed his fingers in her hair and kissed her already swollen mouth. She opened her mouth to him, darting her tongue out to touch his. He sent her crazy, she cried with the fury of the sensation of feeling him. Trying to squirm her hips to take his erect and swollen shaft in her, he stilled her. "Shhh... easy now..." he coaxed softly. He held her hands pinned above her head; she was thrashing from side to side, with tears burning, eager for the coupling that would make her hunger, her want of him complete. He covered her nipple and sucked deeply, so that she felt a stabbing shaft of pleasure in her wet sheath. She screamed raggedly as he relentlessly sucked at the other nipple, almost taking her over the edge again. "Tom, for God's sake...please..." "Ah...yes...yes...you're ready for me..." as he nudged open her thighs and positioned his hard and swollen member at the entrance of her vulva. With his tip, he massaged the opening, gently lapping the soft swollen folds, rubbing in tiny, circular movements. A sheen of sweat covered her body, she was moaning continuously now, begging for release. He pushed the tip of his shaft into her opening, teasing and taunting her. Then he looked at her face, suffused with raw desire. "Tom, please..." He raised himself over her, grabbed her hands again, and with his mouth on hers, he entered her slowly, his tongue mimicking the action. "Ah..." he sighed as the walls of her sheath stretched to accommodate him. "Wonderful." He filled her deeply, completely, the throbbing staff swelling even more. She felt her whole body awash with desire, her eyes hot and smouldering as he reached deep into her. He could feel the muscles in her sheath closing tightly around his member, the friction it caused was overpoweringly erotic. She continued squeezing. He waited again, his hands now on her breasts, caressing them. "I love you, B'Elanna Paris," he said hotly as he started moving into her, slowly, joyfully at first, relishing the feel of each thrust. "Oh, Tom...that feels so good.... I love..." she uttered brokenly as his movements became faster, as he started thrusting deeply, drawing out, then pounding into her. His own breathing now came in ragged gasps as he thrusted, until her body moved on concert with his. Then everything around them was drowned out as they focused on feeding their bodies, thrusting, pounding, lifting. They both screamed as their bodies exploded, drenched in sweat. For eternity it seemed, they were suspended in that realm where pleasure, desire, mutual want, fused into a nova that exploded into a shower of a thousand sparks. Tom collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. When his heartbeat returned to normal, he managed: "You said sweet, sweet love, didn't you?" All she could respond while she returned to calmness, was: "Hmmm." Some minutes later she said lazily: "Tom?" "Hmmm?" "Do you remember a promise I made you some time ago?" "No...what promise?" he asked, unsuspectingly. "Remind me to kill you," she said, flipping him on his back, and grinned wickedly. "It's my turn..." "God, B'Elanna..." ***** Some weeks later, Tom was heading for their quarters, coming off duty. It was still early evening and he thought he and B'Elanna could enjoy some dinner in their greatroom on the holodeck. That room had become their regular retreat and he felt they both needed a break away from the rest of the prying eyes. When he stepped into their bedroom, B'Elanna was lying on the bed, in a fetal position, clutching Gracie in her hands. There was a mistiness in her eyes. He groaned inwardly. What now, he thought not without despair. "B'Elanna," he said comfortingly to her, as he sat down next to her on the bed, and stroking her hair from her face: "we put Gracie in a special place in our hearts, remember?" "I know, Tom," she whispered, looking at the teddy bear. "But this isn't Gracie, Tom." For a few seconds he looked completely nonplussed, until he took a good look at the little bear. The pink was not quite the same as Gracie's. He felt a terrible excitement dawning, afraid almost to think what he was thinking. He looked at B'Elanna again, and saw in her shining eyes the answer. "Tom," she whispered, "here," and she handed him the little bear with trembling fingers. He was almost afraid to touch it as he reached for it, not caring to let tears run unhindered down his cheeks. A baby, he thought, wonderingly. We will be complete. Then B'Elanna spoke: "Tom, meet Elizabeth Rowena." DIE EINDE. Ronnie would love some feedback. AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those who need clarification on the reference to Gracie. In a previous story, WHO COMFORTS THE COMFORTER? Tom replicated a teddy bear, a pink one, when B'Elanna fell pregnant. He called the little bear Gracie. B'Elanna subsequently miscarried.