Purged
His heart beat heavily against his chest as she pressed her body against his. It was almost manic, the way she moved, the glint in her eyes. He'd never seen her this way and a part of him had to admit he liked it.
"Well, what are you doing?" She looked down at him, and he couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Enjoying myself?" She didn't seem satisfied with his answer.
"Then show it." His grin grew as he rolled over, pushing her to the ground beneath him. For a split second he wondered if it was contagious, if he was going crazy with lust. It was just the hormones. It had to be.
She clawed at his shirt, his arms, anything she could reach. He tried to keep her at bay, keeping his lips firmly locked on her neck but it was useless. She wanted every part of him. She gave him no choice as she finally pulled his shirt over his head. Her fingers ran over the soft hairs on his chest and a shiver ran up his spine. He looked into her eyes and saw that manic glint again. If he hadn't been aroused he would have been frightened.
"Tom…." She looked ready to explode. He leaned down and kissed her, their hearts thumping wildly against their chests. Her hands had already moved towards his pants.
"Hmm?"
"Hurry." That gave him pause.
"Hurry? B'Elanna…you can't….hurry--" She cut him off by bucking her hips, repositioning herself atop him. Tom cleared his throat.
"Ok…I'll hurry." He did his best to get out of his pants, his eyes taking in her sweat-covered body. The sunlight slipping through the tree above them turned her skin a shimmering golden color as he discarded them. He laid there, fully hers to have and she knew it. Her lips pressed frantically against his skin; his throat, his chest, his shoulder. She seemed occupied enough that Tom began to slide her pants from her body. He touched her and she stopped, looking at him with a dangerously aroused and ferocious hunger.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought I was hurrying."
She gave a grunt and pulled her pants off herself. There they lay, exposed and longing for each other. Tom was trying his best to remind himself that it was the pon farr at work in B'Elanna, that she didn't really want him. Regardless, she'd resumed her exploration of his body with her lips and he let out a breath. God did she know how to drive him up a wall. He wanted to be in her, to help her release the arousal bubbling up beneath her skin. Deciding to risk it, he pushed her back. As she landed hard on the ground he moved against her. She looked a little shocked but her expression was quickly replaced by one of pleasure.
"Tom." It came out as a moan this time.
"I know…I know…I'm hurrying."
"No…don't hurry." He let out a breath.
"Make up your mind." She gave no reply. She let her body move with his and slowly that madness that had overtaken her began to diminish and subside. By the end she was as clearheaded as she had been that morning and she let the pure pleasure of the act wrap itself around her. Tom could see the change in her face and her eyes. When they had both stop quivering on the tail end of orgasms, he moved away. He reached for his clothes and hastily put them on.
"Tom, wait." He pulled his shirt over his head and looked at her. She'd pulled her pants on as well but was still on the ground.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." She sounded vulnerable but grateful nonetheless. He went and crouched next to her.
"You're welcome." He started to stand again but she caught him by the wrist.
"I want you to know…I know it wasn't easy…what you did."
"Well…you did keep changing your mind."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know you have feelings for me…"
"Look B'Elanna…I get you don't feel the same way. It was just the pon farr. I guess I couldn't let you go mad after all." They stood up and went to find Tuvok and Chakotay.
"And for what it's worth, you'd make a great mate." She smacked him on the arm.
"Ow!"