Sickbay was quiet. Kes liked it this way, in the evenings, when the Doctor's programme had been switched off and she could potter about without being disturbed. The Doctor was very sweet, but sometimes he could be so…well, dull.
Not like Tom Paris, she thought as she rearranged a plant on the equipment shelf. Now there was an interesting man if ever she had known one…tall and dark, sort of mysterious too. Suddenly a picture of Tom without his shirt off came into her mind, his big chest muscles rippling as he moved. She guiltily smoothed her skirt down.
I've got to stop this, she thought furiously. Tom's very nice but I'm with Neelix. Besides, he probably doesn't even think about me in that way. She turned to look in the long mirror that hung on the far wall. Her body was too small, she decided, running both hands over her chest and thighs…her breasts too petite and her face too wide. She sighed inwardly. No, he would never find me attractive.
Having finished the tidying up, she took one last look at the lab and, satisfied, walked over to the console to initiate the nightly cryogenic sequence for the lab bacteria. She reached the console and began the sequence.
Suddenly, and without warning, she felt someone behind her, and a pair of hands were placed over her eyes. A mouth was placed close to her ear and the words "Guess who" whispered softly in a deep, male voice.
It was Tom. She could tell because of the big calloused hands and the oily smell that seemed to accompany them everywhere. She breathed in the smell, and was overcome with it, overcome by his presence, his hands, his mouth next to her ear, his body touching her from behind.
"T-Tom?" A small sound escaped her.
There was a laugh and the large hands were removed from her eyes, placed on her shoulders and she was spun around like a top, to come face-to-face with him.
"Good guess!" Tom grinned. An energy seemed to possess him. His blue eyes sparkled and an errant lock of hair crept over his boyish face. "But then, you are supposed to be telepathic."
She poked him in the chest. "That's right. So if you're not careful I'll look into your mind and find out what you're thinking."
A sly smile stole across his face.
"Oh," he said softly. "I'm pretty sure you'd like what I'm thinking." The smile was suddenly gone, replaced by a look of absolute seriousness; his eyes seemed to gaze into hers, they were pools of bottomless blue.
"Tom," Kes started to say. Tentatively she reached up a hand to play with his tousled hair. Almost against her will, the hand moved down to his face, stroking softly, before moving further down to his chest. As if it had a mind of its own, the hand began to gently caress his chest.
"Tom," she tried again. He seemed to be closer now, looming over her with those great blue eyes. She felt her back bump the console and realised that he was still getting closer, and that both of his hands had been placed on the console to trap her. She was surrounded by him.
And then her hand, completing its act of rebellion, moved down to the hard mound in Tom's groin and started to stroke. His face suddenly flew down and their mouths met in the sweetest embrace. They kissed passionately, his mouth moving over hers in a breathless dance while she felt him grow even harder under her ministrations.
Then he had had enough and his hands were at her breasts, ripping and tearing at her blouse in a fit of sexual lust. She moaned, which seemed to spur him on. He grasped her skirt and in one motion tore it off and let it fall to the floor, before turning her around roughly over the console…

Some time later they lay naked and exhausted on a biobed. The floor was strewn with debris from the lovemaking; tricorders and hyposprays had been knocked from tables, their clothes lay in pieces and one of the shelves was broken.
"Tom." Kes breathed, her brow glistening with sweat. "That was…wonderful."