TITLE: B'Elanna's Tender Mercies AUTHOR: Alice Max EMAIL: alicemax@dynacomm.ws PARING/CODE: P/T, EMH RATING: NC-17 for graphic descriptions DATE POSTED: 10-31-01 DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns these characters but the story is mine. SUMMARY: This story takes place shortly after "Alice." Tom has complications during his recovery and B'Elanna is recruited to help him. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at P/T fan fiction. DEDICATION: This story is dedicated to all flyboys (especially Tom Paris and my husband) whose obsessive behavior encouraged me to write this story and to their mates who live with their obsessions. ______________________________________________________________________________ "Can I leave now Doc?" questioned Tom as he gazed into B'Elanna's deep coffee- colored eyes. "Now remember Mr. Paris, complete bed rest for the next few days," ordered the Doctor. "I'm sure that Lieutenant Torres doesn't have to resort to any bone- breaking." Tom eased himself down from the biobed with B'Elanna's help. They slowly walked to the door, locking arms for support. When they reached the exit, B'Elanna turned her head to face the Doctor and rebutted: "I simply meant that I will help Tom in any way I can make a quick recovery." She looked sternly at her flyboy and queried, "Isn't that right Tom?" His only remark was 'Yes ma'am!' as they exited Sickbay enroute to the helmsman's quarters. Tom couldn't push away the rush of emotions flooding his brain. Feelings of hurt, pain, guilt, embarrassment (just to name a few) began to cycle through him with each step he took. It was just a ship he lost but it was his ship! His heart still ached from the separation. He longed to be flying with Alice again. It was indeed special to share his flight with someone who could understand his needs and to be in such complete control of his flight that it was, well, quite an orgasmic experience. 'No matter how I try to explain,' he thought, 'B'Elanna will never understand why I needed (and still need) to feel that way.' After entering his quarters, Tom's emotions suddenly changed from anxious and tense to calm and relaxed. Finally he could breathe a sigh of relief sequestered in familiar surroundings. Sleep would overtake him soon and he felt comforted by that notion. "I'll be all right B'Elanna," he said as he staggered to the bed. B'Elanna watched Tom flop his body on the bed. She assisted him by removing his shoes, some of his constricted clothing and concluded her help by pulling covers over his body. "I'll be in the next room if you need me," she said quietly. "B'Elanna it's OK. I mean I would like to be alone." His words sounded more like a plea than a demand. She gently kissed his forehead and promised to return later to see how he was feeling. *** Hours later B'Elanna returned to find Tom motionless and barely breathing. She tried to wake him but heard just a groan from him for her efforts. "Torres to the Doctor. It's Tom. I can't wake him." She felt his forehead. He was feverish. "I'm on my way." The Doctor beamed into Paris' quarters carrying his Physician's Field Kit. He examined Tom and mumbled his frustration. 'Alice wasn't going to give up her hold on him that easily.' He removed a hypospray from his Field Kit unaware of B'Elanna's reaction to his blunt statement. Once the Doctor knew Tom's condition was stable for the moment, he took the Chief Engineer's arm and led her to the outer room. "Lt. Torres, there seems to be some after effects caused by the equipment I removed from Ensign Paris. Apparently his body is reacting to a poison that is in his system." So it was true. Alice was going to make sure that if *she* couldn't possess Tom, no one could! "Will he die? How can we help him?" "I'm not sure at this point. His vital signs are stabilized. I would like to transfer him to Sickbay if his condition does not improve. He can remain here for now if he is properly monitored. I have also taken some blood samples for analysis." The Doctor tapped on his communicator. "The Doctor to Captain Janeway." "Yes Doctor." "Ensign Paris is going to take longer than a few days to return to duty. I found traces of a poison coursing through his body and I'm monitoring his condition from his quarters. I'll be returning to Sickbay to work on an antidote." "Fine Doctor, please keep me posted. Janeway out." The Doctor reassured Torres that Tom was his first priority and he would do everything he could to promote a speedy recovery. B'Elanna volunteered to stay with Paris until her shift started in the morning. *** Torres woke several hours later to the sound of the chirp from her Comm badge. "Lt. Torres are you there?" "Torres here Doctor. Did you find the antidote?" "Not quite. I've been testing all of Mr. Paris' blood samples and secretions - except for one. I'm going to need a sample of his sperm. That may be the only secretion that isn't tainted with the poison." The Doctor's request was an unspoken recruitment for her to retrieve that sample. "I'll see what I can do. Torres out." Tom phased into consciousness at the sound of Torres' last words to the Doctor. He blinked his way to focus on B'Elanna moving toward him, asking how he was. "I feel like a band of Bolians were dancing the Samba all over my body for hours and hours." "Careful what you wish for Ensign," she said running her hand down the side of his face. "You know you could use a shave." Paris just smiled and nodded his head. He knew that some day he would be well enough to attend to that task. Little did he know that task was a perfect excuse (as if she needed one) for B'Elanna to begin her 'mission.' She went into the bathroom to locate Tom's razor, shaving cream, a small basin of hot water, a washcloth and a cup. She placed all the items on the nightstand next to Tom's bed and plunged the washcloth into the basin of hot water. The only thing she was concerned about was whether the cup would be big enough for, well, the outcome of this mission. That's a chance she would have to take. Tom, being a 20th century buff, preferred shaving with a razor as opposed to modern methods. B'Elanna watched him shave many times and even attempted to mimic his technique, with a Klingon twist, as a part of foreplay. She kept that in mind as she started to shave him. Tom reacted to the foam touching his face with a soft moan. Torres continued to apply the lather to his face and neck, caressing every nook and cranny. She then took slow, long strokes with the razor to wipe his face clean of the foam. The washcloth was rung from the basin and applied to his face and neck to make sure that every bit of foam and hair was removed. Tom continued to rhythmically moan every time the hot, damp washcloth touched his body. Although he was lapsing in and out of consciousness, both states were non-verbally responding to her actions. She observed that Tom was now in a very mellow mood after the last of the golden hair was removed from his face. The foreplay had to continue if the mission was going to succeed! She pulled the covers away from his body and removed the rest of his clothing. B'Elanna turned her attention to his upper thighs, circling the foam around the hair at the base of his cock. Her actions prompted Tom's moans to become louder and the rhythm of his moans accelerated as the razor, under B'Elanna's control, built up a shaving rhythm to match the helmsman's moans. She pushed his legs apart so that she could have a better view of the red-gold hair that needed to be lathered off. One of B'Elanna's skills, as Chief Engineer, was her eye for detail. The razor slid in short strokes around his cock, up and down the inside of his upper thighs, then moved carefully around his balls. She could see a little pre-cum spurting from the tip of his shaft as a result of her technical expertise. Her actions did not go unnoticed. Tom popped his eyes open and threw his head forward trying to focus on B'Elanna, with a wicked grin on her face, expertly shaving him. "Torres what are you doing to me? That feels...ahhh..." "Relax Paris. I don't want to have to cut you." Paris fell back on the bed too weak to object or feel anything but the strange pleasure building inside him. B'Elanna headed toward his sphincter, spreading his legs wider for easier access. She shaved cautiously around the area and then inserted her forefinger into his anus making him gasp. She moved her finger down to the edge of the opening to make it slightly balloon out so that she could shave any stray hairs from that region. At this point, Tom was going out of his mind with pleasure. The pre- cum from his shaft was dripping like a faucet. B'Elanna took the hot, wet washcloth and removed the residue where she just shaved. The cold-hot sensations brought him closer and closer to his climax. Tom's moans turned into panting which triggered a voluntary response from B'Elanna that made her crotch wet. Torres finished the job by clasping both of her hands around his shaft giving him the most erotic hand job he ever felt. Within moments he felt an explosion in his brain as she took him over the edge. Reaching for the cup, she positioned it under the tip of his shaft while her other hand was squeezing every last bit of cum into it. "Oh B'Elanna, oh baby. Where did you learn to do that?" Tom said in amazement. "Feeling better?" "Oh, yah!" Mission accomplished. "Torres to the Doctor. Please report to Ensign Paris' quarters." The Doctor responded and momentarily appeared in Tom's quarters. Torres handed the cup to the Doctor without saying a word. "Thank you Lt. Torres. I appreciate you sparing me the details regarding this procedure," the Doctor smirked. He went to the bedroom and observed Paris resting, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He ran the tricorder up and down Tom's body, smiled and turned to face B'Elanna. "It seems that Mr. Paris is showing a slight improvement in his condition because of your...actions. We might be on the right path regarding an antidote. I'm going to ask Captain Janeway to relieve you of duty for the next 24 hours. I may need your help again, if you know what I mean." The Doctor collected his medical equipment and with cup in hand transferred himself back to Sickbay. Torres couldn't help but find humor in the situation. 'It would figure that Tom's cure would probably involve some kind of sexual experience.' *** B'Elanna woke suddenly feeling a hand on her shoulder. "Oh Doctor, it's you," she exclaimed. Apparently she had fallen asleep curled up in a chair next to Tom's bed. She also noticed that during the night Tom had wrapped one of his hands around her leg. "I've injected Mr. Paris with a possible antidote and I would like you to continue to help me monitor his condition." "Ah, sure. No problem," she said as she moved Tom's hand back to the bed. B'Elanna slowly tried stretching into a standing position. "Neelix to the Doctor." "Go ahead Mr. Neelix." "There's been a minor accident in the Mess Hall. Do you have a few minutes?" "I'm on my way. The Doctor out. Well, I should be back shortly. You know where to reach me if there's any change." B'Elanna yawned and nodded her acknowledgement as the Doctor beamed out of the room. She pulled more covers over Tom's body. She then attempted to move some wisps of hair from his face and came in contact with his forehead. It felt rather warm. His condition prompted her to dampen another clean washcloth in cold water and lightly dab his face. "Umm that feels good," Paris said keeping his eyes closed. When the activity stopped he opened his eyes and tried to concentrate on two lovely chocolate brown eyes staring at him. "Hey." she said softly. "Hey. Have you been here all this time?" B'Elanna just smiled and nodded. "You know I had the strangest dream. You were in it." "Oh really? I hope you don't mean a nightmare kind of strange." "Oh no, far from a nightmare," Paris confirmed, attempting to sit up in bed. "And where do you think you're going?" "To the bathroom," he said with an ache in his voice. "Hey, Torres can you give me a hand here?" B'Elanna reached for his blue robe and helped Tom put it on. Paris put his arm around her shoulders as she guided him to the bathroom door. "I think I can take it from here, thanks." She was pleased to see that the antidote seemed to be working. Looking around the room, she thought this would be a good time to straighten up Tom's quarters. She proceeded to pick up clothes, fluff his pillows and even replicated herself some tea. She stopped to listen for some activity behind the bathroom door. Hearing the sound of running water, she decided to check in with Engineering. Joe Carey updated her on the repairs in progress caused by Alice. Everything seemed to be in order but still no response from Tom. "Tom, are you OK in there?" There was no reply. She went over to the door, banged on it and yelled "Tom, are you OK?" The door opened. Tom stumbled out and was caught by B'Elanna before he fell to the floor. "Ah, thanks B'Elanna. I guess that Bat'leth exercise program is out of the question today, you think?" "I think today is a good day to stay in bed and rest," she said as she helped him back to the bedroom. B'Elanna was repositioning Tom's pillow just as the Doctor materialized with his medkit. "Ah Mr. Paris, how are we feeling?" "*WE* would like to know why I'm so weak and can barely keep my eyes open. I've been sleeping for quite a while and I feel exhausted!" "You are 'fighting off' a poison that was injected into your body." Tom looked rather confused at Doctors response. "Poison?" "Apparently the tubes you were connected to had a 'fail safe' device in case you were injured beyond repair. I've given you an antidote several hours ago to counteract the poison and it seems to be working..." the Doctor scanned Paris and then admitted, "...but there is still some residual poison in your bloodstream." "How about a blood transfusion?" B'Elanna inquired. "That would only be a temporary solution. Alice somehow injected a poison into his bloodstream causing a chemical imbalance in Mr. Paris' brain. Over time the interface would have merged with his brain making it impossible to separate 'him from the machine.' We have to find a way to correct this imbalance." The Doctor studied Tom, then asked him a question, "Ensign Paris, how did you feel after I removed the devices from you in Sickbay?" "I don't know, Doc," Tom glanced at B'Elanna for any input she might have to this question. "A little upset...ah, hurt... maybe embarrassed about my actions...for putting the crew in jeopardy...it was all my fault!" The Doctor looked at B'Elanna and they said in unison, "All negative emotions." Tom was trying to put it all together but his memory of short-term events was fuzzy. "Wait a minute, I started feeling better after the injection. No, before that. I had this dream. I can only remember pieces of it. Very strange but very pleasant. Kind of erotic." "That wasn't a dream Tom," B'Elanna said with a deadpan look on her face. Tom immediately undid his robe, pulled the robe around his face, looked down and yelled, "B'Elanna!" "We'll talk about that later." B'Elanna was not about to reveal any mission details at this time. "We have to produce a feeling of ecstasy in order for the antidote to completely work." They both stared at the Doctor who was pacing back and forth in front of them. The Doctor continued to express his thoughts out loud. "Now let's see, we need to set up in Sickbay...oh, and Mr. Paris, we're going to need to know what gives you pleasure since we don't have the capability of 'crawling around in your mind' this time." Tom started to blush and with that little boy smile of his said, "Well," he cleared his throat, "B'Elanna, of course." "Good answer Ensign," she purred. "This is serious Mr. Paris," the Doctor scolded him. "We need to eradicate the poison before it does permanent damage or kills you! You still are at risk." "OK, OK Doc. Just take it easy." Tom shook his head and tried to concentrate on the question. "Flying. Being in control and flying. Testing the limits. My limits." Tom continued his ramblings to tell both B'Elanna and the Doctor about his first flight and that glorious sensation he longed to recapture. "I came very close to that feeling with Alice," he confessed. "Fine, that is where we will start. I'm going to return to Sickbay to make preparations. You two meet me there shortly." "Tom, you never told me that story." She was amazed to discover that he was still finding it hard to open up to her, unless he was forced to do so. "I have a better understanding of your infatuation with Alice but I guess I'll never fully understand your obsessions." "That's OK B'Elanna. As long as you're willing to live with my obsessions, that's all the compromise I need." They brought their lips together in a soft, gentle kiss. *** Arm-in-arm, Tom and B'Elanna entered Sickbay. The Doctor didn't hesitate to give them certain tasks to complete before Tom was placed on the biobed. "I'm attaching a monitoring device to you. I'll be monitoring your life signs from this console. Lt. Torres will stand by with the antidote. I'm going to use an ancient form of 'recreating the scene' called hypnosis. At the peak of your positive emotion, Lt. Torres will inject you with the antidote. Any questions?" "Let's get started," Tom said as he searched for a comfortable position on the biobed. The lights dimmed. The Doctor, using a lower and more melodic voice, offered statement after statement until Paris relaxed his body and became receptive to suggestions. He began to verbally set the scene for Paris. "The Shuttle Bay doors are opening for take off..." "Alice where are you?" Tom was startled not to hear her voice as he entered the craft. The Doctor moved toward B'Elanna and whispered: "You've got to take Alice's place. Tell him you understand and you are the one interfacing with him now!" "Tom, it's me B'Elanna." "B'Elanna? Where's Alice?" "Alice is gone, remember? You're connected to me now. Are you ready to get underway?" "Underway? I'm not sure." "Mr. Pa...Tom," the Doctor interrupted, "you are now in control of your vessel through Lt. T...B'Elanna. You will interact with her regarding the operation of your ship and she will respond to your commands." "B'Elanna?" "You would be surprised how receptive she can be," he said through clinched teeth glaring at her. B'Elanna cleared her throat, took a deep breath and started to communicate with Tom. "First, we need to do a system check." "System check," Tom repeated. "Yes, that's right, a system check," coaxed B'Elanna. Tom verbally stepped through the checklist and motioned with his hands what his mind was seeing. "All systems are go, ready for take off." After he visualized clearing the Shuttle Bay Tom announced, "Deploying thrusters. Engage. Wow, what a rush!" "We can go much faster than that, Tom. Using the interface all you have to do is think it and it's done." B'Elanna paraphrased something Tom had mentioned to her that Alice said to him. "How do I? The interface doesn't seem to be working!" "Then tell me what you want Tom and I'll do it!" B'Elanna said forcibly. "I want to see what you can do. How do I access...?" Tom's hand reached out and grabbed one of B'Elanna's breasts, turned and squeezed it. B'Elanna squealed. Thinking out loud he said, "Hmmm, I need to fix that!" Without hesitation, Tom began pushing and poking parts of B'Elanna's anatomy similar to operating controls on a console. Torres tried to anticipate his moves acting as his human console. Tom put the ship, rather B'Elanna, through her paces. "Now, I want to go faster. Beyond Warp 10," Tom commanded. B'Elanna looked at the Doctor and shrugged. He encouraged her to improvise by moving his hand in front of him in a circular motion. "You need to activate the interface. It is offline now." "OK, there's a button around here..." Tom's hand was once again travelling until it met the clothing of Lt. Torres. His hand slipped in-between her uniform, located her crotch and inserted one finger into her. B'Elanna gasped as Tom exclaimed, "got it." He left his finger inside her and started to count the speed verbally until he reached Warp 9. Suddenly Tom stopped the count, inhaled, and then stiffened his body. At that moment, B'Elanna felt an intense vibration coming from Tom's finger. She tried to suppress her reaction but she felt out of control. Torres displayed her pleasure emitting a few guttural growls before she burst into a howl, experiencing orgasm after orgasm. At the same time the Doctor noticed that the lower portion of Paris' clothing was becoming wet. He dashed over to where B'Elanna was standing, grabbed the hypospray from her and injected Tom with it. The injection caused Tom to 'gush' through the lower portion of his clothing. They both sighed in unison. "Tom," the Doctor said in a calm, quiet voice, "it's time to return to the Shuttle Bay." "Huh?" "You and B'Elanna need to return to the Shuttle Bay." "B'Elanna. B'Elanna?" Torres was still quite dazed and unable to elicit a response. "Doc, I'm going to fly her in manually," Tom said as he removed his finger from B'Elanna. When Tom confirmed the ship was secure in the Shuttle Bay, the Doctor woke him from his hypnotic state, then shook Torres awake. "How do you feel Mr. Paris?" "Great, Doc." He turned his head to look at B'Elanna who was trying desperately to remain on her feet next to him. "B'Elanna are you OK?" "I'm fine. I just need to rest a minute." The Doctor ran a tricorder over Paris, then reviewed the data with the information that appeared on the console. "Congratulations, you're out of the critical stage, Mr. Paris. I'm going to prepare a few more hyposprays of the antidote and a procedure I would like you to follow for the next week so that we can prevent any reoccurrence of the poison. You are both released to your quarters to get some sleep. By the way, before you two leave, you might want to replicate a change of clothes." B'Elanna looked down at her uniform and was surprised to discover that the cloth between her legs was completely wet. "As for me, I'm going to take a cold shower. Good night to you both." *** Harry Kim was just about to sit down and try to digest one of Neelix's country breakfasts when he spotted Tom and B'Elanna at a corner table. It seemed odd to him that they were laughing and actually enjoying their breakfast. The food looked slightly palatable this morning. He picked up his tray and walked over to their table to find out what was really going on. "Hey Harry, what's up?" Tom didn't seem to look sick. He had heard from Commander Chakotay that Tom was on sick leave for the next week. 'OK, Tom's got a hidden agenda,' Harry thought. Determined to find out what this was all about, he smiled and calmly said, "Tom, B'Elanna, mind if I join you?" "Pull up a chair Starfleet," B'Elanna said as she sipped her tea. Harry had a puzzled look on his face. "Is everything OK? I mean, Chakotay informed us that you were taking some time off to recuperate or something." "I'm feeling much better Harry and thanks for asking. B'Elanna and I will be back to work full-time in the next couple of days, with the Doctor's blessing, of course." Tom managed to take a few bites of food in-between sentences. "This is the first meal we've had in days and we're starved!" "Oh, for a moment I thought Neelix's cooking finally assimilated your taste buds!" Looking directly at Tom, B'Elanna couldn't help but send a little sarcasm his way. "Well I always knew Tom had no taste." "That's not true. I have excellent taste in picking a mate." The Chief Engineer reached for the Helmsman's hand and held it firmly on top of the table. "He's got you there B'Elanna," said Harry. "Well, if you're feeling up to it Tom, how about joining me in the holodeck later for another chapter of Captain Proton. We still need to finish 'Web of Pain.'" "Maybe in a few days, Harry. B'Elanna and I have reserved some holodeck time later this morning." "Oh, I see. You two want to be alone. I can take a hint." "Harry, we're just following the Doctor's orders. Honest. This is part of the treatment he prescribed for the next couple of days or until I make a complete recovery, whichever comes first. But I promise you when this is over we'll finish 'Web of Pain,' OK?" "I'm sure Arachnia can wait a while longer." Harry stood up lifting his tray from the table. "I'll see both of you later. My shift starts in twenty minutes." Tom was reaching his comfort level regarding his food intake and noticed that B'Elanna was engrossed in the PADD she was reading. "What are you reading?" "Oh, something I found in the ship's database that reminded me of you," she said handing the PADD to her breakfast partner. Tom read the passage out loud. Be it ever a pilot so dead Who never to himself has said 'I think I can make it under that bridge.' "Kinda sums it up, doesn't it flyboy? Pushing yourself to the limit, challenging your skill. Then there's that moment of...of clarity when you're confident you can do it and you're in complete control." "Wow, I'm impressed. You interpreted all of that from just three lines?" "Well, I have to admit some of the interpretation came from a certain pilot I know. You have a tendency to talk in your sleep when you were delirious." "Oh, is that so. And what else did I say?" "Just that you said I was the most beautiful female you had ever seen and you couldn't stand to live without me." "Smooth recovery Lieutenant." "I thought so," B'Elanna said as she finished her tea. "Hey, we better leave now if we're going to make our holodeck appointment." They gathered their trays and headed toward Holodeck 2. The Doctor had prescribed that Tom and B'Elanna create an atmosphere similar to the one in Sickbay in order for B'Elanna to administer the antidote to Tom. At the height of Tom's ecstasy, B'Elanna would inject him with the antidote thus providing an optimum effect for it to work. They agreed on selecting a neutral territory - the Delta Flyer simulation since Tom claimed to be at a 'just friends' relationship with the craft. "I've rerouted all of the controls through me," B'Elanna said as they took their seats. "Though you?" Tom was a little confused by her statement. "The Doctor thought it would be the closest simulation to what you experienced in Sickbay." "I remember accessing the ship's controls under hypnosis. That was you?" B'Elanna nodded slowly as she reached for the hypospray containing the antidote. "Do you remember any details?" Tom searched his memory for a clue. "Not really." He turned to meet B'Elanna's eyes and in a sensuous voice growled, "But I'm willing to learn all that I can about accessing your controls." He grabbed her by the waist and sat her on his lap. "Computer, initiate privacy lock authorization Paris-beta-two." B'Elanna lifted her eyebrows after hearing Tom's command to the computer. "This is a new modification and I don't want to be disturbed learning it. By the way, do I receive any specs on this modification?" "You can probably consider this on-the-job training Ensign." Tom laughed and kissed B'Elanna on the cheek then slowly planted soft wet kisses down her neck and concluded by nipping at the nape of her neck. Showing off some of his navigational skills he quickly removed the top portion of her uniform and began fondling her breasts. His mouth replaced one of his hands as he began to lick and bite her nipple. B'Elanna seized his head between her hands and yanked his head up to meet her eyes. "I'm doing a system check!" Tom announced. B'Elanna started to laugh but was immediately caught off guard by Tom. He lifted her off of his lap and slammed her against the console. "I'm still not finished with the system check." B"Elanna gasped as he stripped her of the rest of her uniform and began touching every section, every curve of her body. His tongue and teeth followed his hands releasing low growls from his human console. She was responding to every touch, lick, kiss and bite she received from her pilot. "Now I'm ready. Let's see if I can control you." "Oh Tom!" swooned B'Elanna. Her body surrendered to the barrage of touches from her pilot. He was learning how to steady the ship, to accomplish turns and even loops by applying his hands to certain areas of her body. It felt strange at first but she learned to work with him and anticipate his needs. It was a new kind of foreplay she had never experienced. B'Elanna reveled in all these sensations she was experiencing. Tom felt a surge of excitement gaining such control of his two loves: flying and B'Elanna. He reached a point where the only maneuver that was left to test was speed. A wave of passion swept over him and broke his concentration as he gazed at his enticing mate. She was naked and in a spread eagle position on top of the console. He knew he had to be inside her. Ripping off his uniform and without further warning Tom pushed his throbbing stick into her. She tensed her muscles, wrapped her legs around him and screamed with delight as they jerked into warp. Tom increased his tempo, pounding faster and faster inside her. That maneuver also increased the ship's speed. B'Elanna's panting soon took her over the edge and she screamed Tom's name when her orgasm engulfed her. When she slowly opened her eyes she noticed that Tom was close to reaching his climax. She managed to capture the hypospray that was beside her. It must have fallen out of her hand in all the excitement but she didn't realize it until now. She observed the familiar stages just before his climax. Tom's face was starting to contort, escalating to a series of moans, groans and growls. Sometimes he managed to verbalize how he felt (then sometimes a demonstration was required) but not this time. It was more of a primal urge that led him to the edge. The only word that was decipherable was when he yelled her name as he ejected his load into her. At that moment, she filled his neck with the antidote. Tom moaned and collapsed on top of her. Their bodies started to relax by listening to a synchronized pattern of inhalation and exhalation. She could also feel the ship decrease in speed until it stopped dead in space. He remained on top of her and inside her for quite a while. It seemed like only moments to B'Elanna. "Wow, that was quite a ride!" Tom said still breathless. He managed to lift himself to a standing position only to collapse into the nearest chair. "Tired?" "Nah; on the contrary. My head is beginning to clear but I'll never be able to touch a console again and not think of you!" He held up his uniform that displayed a big tear down the front of it. "Yah, I'm OK but I wish I could say the same for my uniform." "Hey Paris, you owe me a new uniform!" Her tank top was the only item of clothing that was salvageable. She pulled it over her head, walked over to where Paris was sitting and sat on his lap. "OK Torres, it seems that I owe you one." She wrapped her arms around his neck, parted her lips and lowered herself to meet his lips in a long, wet kiss. "I hope you have enough replicator rations. I have a feeling that we're going to need them. Your treatment could take longer than expected." "Oh? You know you could be right. This treatment could take days or months." "Years," B'Elanna said while covering his face with short little kisses. "I may never recover," Paris said in all seriousness. "What's even worse is the Doctor may have to find another antidote to make me get over you." "Never." Tom asked the computer for the time and discovered they still had enough holodeck time to create yet another passionate love scene starring the Starfleet Con Officer and the Maquis Engineer. ________________________________________________________________________________ Love it, hate it? Please let me know if I'm on the right track. I really love the interaction between these two lovebirds and I hope I did them justice.