By: Katherina Rosellini
Email: rosellini23@hotmail.com
Date: February 2002
Code: P/T
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Coda to the episode Scientific Method. Captain Janeway has given our favorite Lieutenants
a lecture on upholding Starfleet principles and public displays of
affection. So now that they’re alone
what will they do with their time?
Hmmmm? I wonder?
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything pertaining to
Startrek. Yada, yada, yada. Pour salt into the wound, why dontcha?
Author’s note: A few months ago a round robin was started
on the PTCA board in regards to B’Elanna reading Tom’s logs in the episode
Workforce II. I wrote an entry and in
it I had mentioned a dermal regenerator that Tom and B’Elanna used after their first
intimate encounter. I felt the need to
expand on that idea hence my first NC-17.
Big thanks going out to
Nancy and Brigid for their bodacious beta skills. And a big shout out going to my homies! BR, LA and Barb for encouraging me during my first foray into the
world of P/T porn. Heeheeee.
He removed his comm. badge,
and she, hers, leaving all vestiges of their command duties outside for the
time being.
“I don’t know about you,
but I’m curious to see how this experiment turns out.”
His hands cupped her face,
gently at first. Gradually his grip got
tighter; his fingers entwined through her hair pulling her deeper into his
kiss. ‘This is it,’ he thought, ‘finally.’
Her hands clasped his
elbows and slowly made their way up, grasping at the flexing muscles of his
arms. She was lost in his touch. ‘Oh, God.’ She thought, ‘this is
finally it. We’re finally going to do
this.’ She trembled.
It had been three weeks
since they shared their first kiss, three days prior to that she told him she
loved him, and just over three years since they tried to pretend that their
love for one another didn’t exist.
They had been trying to
arrange this night, this natural step in their relationship, for what seemed
like an eternity but every time they had a date planned, something had come up. He got stuck working extra shifts, she got
caught up in a problem in engineering.
There always seemed to be something, but not tonight. Tonight was theirs. All theirs.
They pulled apart with
moist swollen lips, his breath turning to steam upon her face. She stood up, prepared to take the next step
in their journey, holding her hand out to him, never saying a word. He placed his hand in hers as they walked
towards his bed, leaving the full bottle of wine and their dinners
untouched.
Facing one another she
placed her fingers on his vest and started undoing his buttons as he rubbed his
hands up and down her back amazed at the velvety smoothness of it, unable to
tell where the dress ended and her skin began.
His hands traveled around her waist, up her arms and then behind her,
trailing his fingers down her spine.
She started unbuttoning his
shirt while he undid his cuffs behind her back. She pulled his shirt from his pants looking down at the warm,
wrinkled fabric, feeling a certain intimacy in the knowledge that no one else
had the privilege of seeing that part of his attire but her. She ran her fingers through the russet-colored
hair covering his chest, leaning upwards for a light, lingering kiss.
His mouth opened over hers,
their eyes never closing, his lips nudging hers in a silent command to keep
still as he tormented her senses with the slow dance of a butterfly’s
wing. It was more of a kiss of breaths
than of lips. No tongues, no pressure
just light feathery strokes across her mouth.
She stood with her lips apart, breathing him in as he continued brushing
his mouth softly across hers, his fingers lingering on her spine.
Pulling apart, he slowly
walked behind her. Her eyes closed as
she felt the sensation of him pressing himself against her back. She melted into the strength of his upper
body, his hands tentatively running up and down her arms, his head ducking down
to place a kiss upon her neck. He
unzipped her soft velvet dress and ran both hands up her bare back, down and
back up again removing it, letting it glide down her smooth body, pooling on
the floor around her feet. His arms
encircled her waist as his hands inched upwards to her waiting breasts.
She turned her head for
another kiss, their lips meeting over her bare shoulder, her arms coming up and
around his head causing her aching breasts to press further into the palms of
his hands. His fingers began teasing
her nipples into hard peaks as his mouth taunted and tormented her senses. His lips, sliding their way back down her
jaw and up to her ear.
She felt the warm, wet tip
of his tongue glide around her earlobe then sneak into her ear. She hadn’t meant to giggle.
He smiled down at her and
kept her eyes locked on his as he circled to stand before her. “Did that tickle?”
“Mmmmm hmmmm.” She said as
she brushed the back of her fingers across his protruding bulge.
He shuddered and closed his eyes basking in the feel of her small, warm hands leisurely
making their way up his chest, over his shoulders divesting him of his shirt
and vest, then his pants until finally all of their clothes were piled in a
heap at their feet.
They stepped into each
other’s embrace, holding tightly; hiding.
He sat on the bed’s edge
and pulled her down into his lap trailing a single finger up her arm, over her
shoulder and down her breast drawing tendrils around one nipple while lowering
his head to bathe the other, making painstakingly slow circles with his hot,
wet tongue. Pressing the evidence of
his desire against her bare hip, he moved his mouth to the valley between her
breasts and continued upward in his path, licking his way up her smooth skin,
nuzzling her neck. Capturing her chin
in his mouth, he nipped. He tilted his
face up and took her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking gently, running his
tongue between her teeth and her lips.
His tongue explored her mouth learning her every texture from the rough
ridges of the roof to the smooth underside of her tongue as he laid her back
against the mattress.
She felt his warm hands
spanning her face, neck, shoulders then covering her breasts and finally
gliding down towards her hips gripping tightly, running his thumbs over her
hipbones. He swallowed her moans as she
started to move her lower body in circles, lightly teasing his erection. Her hands roaming freely up and down his taut
buttocks, grasping at them, forcing him to press himself against her. She felt the warm liquid coursing to her
center followed by a swelling, as his mouth licked its way around her nipple,
gently flicking then nipping then licking again.
He lifted his face to look
down at her and she felt the need to say his name. “Tom,” she whispered.
“B’Elanna,” he sighed.
He could
feel her shudder beneath him. Watched
as she attempted to control her more aggressive side. Wanting desperately to satisfy the animal urges of her Klingon
half he grabbed the back of her hair and snapped her head back, sinking his
teeth into the flesh between her neck and shoulder. With a low guttural moan, B’Elanna rolled her eyes up into the
back of her head. Tom slid his hand
down along her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiate from her warm wetness. ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘I can satisfy
that part of her, too.’
Her legs
opened in invitation as his hand slid downward over her flat belly, through the
mass of downy curls. Finding her wholly
aroused he placed one finger into her sleek satin, then two. In, out, around, in, out then dipping in
again. Her hips thrust upwards of their
own accord to meet his driving fingers.
As he
bit and nibbled on her neck, leaving teeth marks visible on her skin, he
flicked his fingers across her stiff, brown nipples. His other hand strummed her slick wetness with all the artistry
of a classical guitar player. He could
hear her short, sharp breaths increase, growing louder. Tom pushed her further into the downy
comforter…yearning to replace his fingers with his swollen shaft.
Her hand took hold of his
engorged flesh, as a thought came to her. ‘How can something so hard feel so
soft?’ She continued deftly stroking his appendage, from its base to the
ridge, lightly running her thumb over the tip then back down over his
silky-smooth phallus, driving him wild with desire.
His head swooped down, his
mouth smothering hers as he delved into their kiss, darting his tongue in and
out of her mouth, washing the interior with a circular motion, then plunging
deep within.
She removed her hand from
his tumescence as he placed himself between her legs and slowly pushed his
hard, thrusting member up into her lustrous channel until his steel shaft was
buried deep within her core.
“Ahhhhhhhhh.”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
They stopped for a moment,
holding each other’s gaze. Reveling in the realization of the moment. For weeks
nervousness had encompassed them both as they had prepared to take this next
step. The one moment that had taken
them years to reach, had finally arrived.
He was hers, she his. Two lost
souls finding each other and becoming one.
Timidity and uncertainty all fled as he began to move, shallow at first
then pushing further into her willing body, plunging deep and hard, taking her
like he instinctively knew she wanted to be taken. He had heard the stories of how human men had been injured
during couplings with Klingon women, suffering broken bones or worse. This was one human male who was going to
prove he could give as good as he got.
Pleasurable sounds escaped her
throat as she drew him in to her tight portal over and over again, bucking her
hips up against his. The hardness of
his chest pressed into her breasts, her thighs securely wrapped around his
waist, her nails digging into his arms, their lips locked in a breathtaking
kiss. It was as though they were two
pieces of a puzzle, clamped together, nothing could break them apart.
His lips fell open as his
breath scraped harshly. Her warmth encompassed him as he pushed his way deeper
and deeper into her center, drawing out then plunging in again and again, his
movements becoming faster, more powerful.
Her hips lunged forward
meeting his every thrust, his rhythm strong and sure. She closed her eyes filling her nostrils with his musky aroma,
memorizing his scent before losing herself completely to him. His lips muffled her cries of pleasure as
she prepared herself for the onslaught of her impending orgasm. Spasms of heat pulsated from her stomach,
spiraling downward. She was unprepared
for the force of the final seizure that gripped her. Oh, the power...the rapture.
She growled before claiming him.
Her teeth bared, sinking into his chin, marking him as her mate.
“Ahhhhhhhhh.” A surge of adrenaline rushed through him as
he felt her perform the Klingon custom.
He watched as pleasure overtook her face.
Her eyelids flickered open
to reveal smoky brown eyes, then closed.
Her head thrashed from side to side.
He watched as her tongue
poked out, licking his blood from her lips as she came and came again, her
muscles tightening around him, clenching him.
One, two, three more strokes. He
leaned forward, nipping at her neck and collarbone. Then sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. Breaking the skin, he tasted the salty tang
of blood as he ground himself inside of her, reaching his climax, exploding
within, causing her to cry out in ecstasy once more.
Their breathing eased. The
wild drumming of their hearts eventually slowed to an unhurried tempo. He rolled them to their sides and held
himself within her for a few more moments, not wanting to break that
connection. Not yet.
She leaned over and kissed
his chin where she bit him. “I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I’m the one that should apologize.” He traced a finger around the wounds he had inflicted
on her shoulder, “I didn’t realize I was doing it until it was too late. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Oh, no. No.
Not at all.”
“Wait here.” He got up from the bed and walked over to
his dresser, rifling through the drawers until he found the object he was
looking for.
“Come here.” He helped her to sit up and ran the dermal
regenerator over her injured shoulder until the damage he caused was completely
gone. “Better?”
“Mmmmm hmmmm.” She took the regenerator from his hand and
ran it over his chin to do the same for him.
“Better?” She smiled into his
eyes.
“Yeah. I just wish…”
“What?” she asked softly,
“What do you wish?”
“Awwww. It’s nothing.”
Just as she was about to
pressure him a rumbling noise resonated throughout the room bringing a gust of
laughter from deep within her.
“You a little hungry,
Chief?”
Her stomach grumbled again
as if answering his question for him.
“Wait. Wait right here.” He hopped up and grabbed a plate of food, placing both their
forks on top. Tucking the stem of a
wine glass between his fingers, he grabbed the bottle of merlot with his other
hand.
They shared their salad,
and drank the smoky flavored wine from the same glass as they talked late into
the night.
He told her about the times
he would watch her across the holodeck or in the mess hall and how it would
drive him crazy when she would spend her free time with another man.
She told him she knew and that
she would intentionally taunt him by sending him those flirtatious looks or by
laughing a little too loudly at someone else’s joke.
He confessed to having a
crush on her since their early years on board Voyager.
She confessed that she was
afraid of what she felt for him and that it wasn’t the ponn farr that did all
the talking that day.
When talk started veering
towards their duties she placed their dirty plate and glass on the floor and
straddled his waist, placing soft kisses across his chest, neck and ending at
his lips, intent on restarting the beautiful mating dance they had done
before. This was their night and she
didn’t want work to come between them.
It would be hours before the computer’s alarm would go off. Hours before they needed to slip into the
roles of senior officers. Once they
left his quarters their responsibilities would be Voyager and it’s crew, but
now…tonight…they had nothing to worry about.
No responsibility. No example to
set. No directive to uphold. They
weren’t Lt. Torres, Chief Engineer or Lt. Paris, Chief Helmsman and Medic but
simply Tom and B’Elanna, new lovers.
Tomorrow would come and with it their duty as upstanding members of
Captain Janeway’s crew but until the doors of his quarters closed with them on
the other side of it, neither one of them were going to let the outside world
sneak in. The morning would come soon
enough…too soon.
The End
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