B'Elanna let out a sigh of relief as her door, slumping back onto her couch. She and Tom weren't even sleeping together yet and people were already figuring out they were together.
"We seemed normal, right?" Tom asked concerned.
"I think the Captain had a pretty good idea. Chakotay would have never left if he realized."
"You are much more devious than I gave you credit for, Ms. Torres."
"Whatever do you mean?" Asking as innocently as she could.
"You just played Chakotay to get me the day off. I'm impressed."
"It's good to know you're so easily impressed. I can only hope that…"
Her words were cut off when Tom pressed his lips on hers. He pulled her onto his lap guiding her legs to either side of him. His tongue sought entry as his hands moved to grip her hips tightly. Her head was widely spinning. She had never felt like this with anyone before. It was like she was melting into him, unable to break free. She almost didn't notice he was talking to her.
"Hmm?" She asked him.
"I believe we were talking about what would make this night perfect for you." He asked again with a knowing smile.
She slid her hand along his face staring into his eyes. She couldn't understand why he loved her; why he hadn't gotten scared off by her. She had made him run every gauntlet she could think of to try to see if he would run. None of it work on him. She wasn't sure she was worthy of that kind of love. He called her name when she didn't answer him. What could she answer him? She didn't know what perfect looked like any more than he did. But maybe that was the point. Maybe it would simply be perfect because it was with him.
Biting her lip lightly she finally answered. "This is perfect." Unable to stop the shiver down her spine when he slowly slid his hands up her sides.
His smile beamed as he softly dragged his thumb across her lips. "Yah?"
Nodding her head slightly before taking a deep breath. Moving to stand, she held out her hand to him when he looked up at her confused. "Take me to bed, Tom."
"You sure?" He asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind." She teased.
"Not possible." He stated as he took her hand and stood up.
On the way to the bed their hands made fast work of their clothing. Hands sliding over each new piece of skin discovered. He couldn't stop the moan of pleasure when her nails dug into his shoulders as he removed her underwear. He had never been big on pain with sex. Yet he found himself longing for her to rank her nails down his back so bad, he could come just thinking about it.
He had fantasized a lot about what it would be like to be with her. It didn't have anything to do with her being half Klingon and everything to do with wanted to possess and be possessed by her. Like with her, there finally didn't need to be any games or pretenses. Nothing other than their desire and love was needed.
He lowered her down gently to the bed and then kicked off his boxers, leaving nothing between them finally. He moved to lay alongside of her, hands sliding up her side before he moved to kiss her lips again. He could feel her body respond to him and he felt like crying. She was perfection personified.
"Is there anything you don't like?" He asked as he kissed his way down her neck moving to circle her nipple with his tongue. Her head fell back, as a moan tumbled from her lips as he lightly sucked. When she didn't respond he paused his ministrations and rested his chin between her breasts looking up at her hungrily. "B'Elanna?"
"Hmm?" she responded pondering why he had stopped his mouth, briefly wondering if she should just grab his head and return it to her breast.
"Is there anything you don't like or don't want me to do?" Tom asked again. He couldn't help but feel anger start to boil within him when he saw her look of confusion. It was clear no one had ever bother to ask her what she wanted. He wished he could track her past lovers down and spend a few minutes with each one them in a small, very locked, room.
She wanted to be embarrassed that she hadn't understood what he was asking but she could see the look of anger in his eyes for her and could only smile at his protective nature. "How about I just ask you to stop if I don't like something?"
That seemed to snap him out of his hesitancy moving his attention back to her breasts. His lips drew in a peak slowly before moving to take the other. His hand skated down the curves of her body before moving to stroke her folds. He couldn't stop the groan that fell from his lips as he felt how wet she was; how hot her skin was. He felt like she would burn him alive.
"Damn, B'Elanna."
She couldn't help but smile at how he happy he sounded. How excited it seemed to make him. He bit her nipple firmly before leaving a trail of love bites down her chest. When his tongue circled her navel she couldn't help but shiver realizing where he was heading. She tensed sharply wondering if she should ask him to stop. It wasn't that she didn't like that specific ministration, she had just always been told that she tasted, odd. Every guy she had been with commented on it. She couldn't help but feel apprehensive about it. It was just another way her Klingon half kept her from being normal.
Tom paused when he felt her body stay tightly tensed as he had continued along his path. He figured that meant it was more than just anticipation. He rested his chin lightly on her hip bone and looked up at her. He was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Her eyes dark, chest rising shakily, lips parted slightly, all for him.
"B'Elanna?" He called softly to her. "Is this okay?"
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, before nodding her head lightly.
He kissed her hip then gazed up at her again. "What is it?"
Shaking her head gently, she had to keep herself from crying. She hated feeling this uncomfortable about things. She hated being different.
Most of all she hated that she was letting herself care so much about what Tom would think.
"B'Elanna, tell me." Tom asked softly.
She felt the tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. Normally with a guy she never felt this much. Part of her wanted to shut down a bit, everything felt too intense. Maybe if she wasn't feeling so much, she wouldn't be this emotional. Only, she didn't want to numb out any part of being with Tom. It all felt too good, too right to not let it all in, to not let him in. She risked a glance down at him to find he was still waiting patiently for her to answer him. He didn't look upset or annoyed, his face only seemed to hold love and concern for her.
"It's okay, Tom. It's just…" She stopped unable to find the words to tell him.
Tom moved upward to lay beside her again. He kissed her deeply before pulling back to look at her.
"You know I won't me mad if you ask me to stop or not do something right?" He said tenderly.
"I want you to. It's just that..."
"It's just that what?"
B'Elanna moved to cover her face with her hands groaning, her face lighting up red in the dim room. She was unable to keep the mortification out of her voice when she finally answered. "I taste different."
"What?" He asked her confused. He used his hand to pull hers away from her face.
"You heard me." She said annoyed as she tried to turn her face away but he held her head in place with his other hand.
"I did, but I don't understand. Everyone tastes different. What does that matter?" He said utterly confused.
She wanted to shove him away, to yell at him for being like this but she knew that she only wanted to do that because she was humiliated by her reactions, not his. She tried to look anywhere but into his eyes. She knew if she did she would be lost, that he would draw her in and she would start crying. She was self-conscious enough; she didn't need to add crying to the mix.
"B'Elanna, I'm sure it won't do any good to say this to you, but I am going to anyways. Stop worrying about what anyone else has told you. I don't care if you look, act, sound, feel, or taste different. I want you B'Elanna, in whatever form that looks like. Okay? It's one thing if you don't want me to do something because you don't like it. It's another thing completely if you don't want me to because you're scared about what I am going to think. Are we clear?" he asked forcing her face towards his until she had no other choice but to look him in the eye. When he saw her tears forming he moved to kiss each eye lightly before kissing her lips deeply. Hoping that she would understand by his actions that she didn't need to be scared with him. When he broke for air he felt her nod into his forehead.
"Okay?" He asked her again.
"Okay." She answered quietly.
He gave her a wicked look that made her soul shake before he started to kiss his way back down her body. She tried to relax and trust in him, but it was hard. No other man had ever seemed to care so much about what she got out of sex. It was jarring how different this felt to the few men she had been with.
She couldn't help but to twitch as his mouth finally reached its destination. What if he hated it? Her boyfriend at the academy did. Hell, he'd done it once and then conveniently found ways to avoid it. What if for all Tom's big talk he found he didn't like it either. She would die out of shame. She'd…
Her brain was unable to form coherent thoughts as Tom's mouth began to feast. Both her hands immediately reach down to hold his head in place. She didn't care if he hated what he was doing, she was never going to let him move for the rest of the trip home. She felt him smile as she wrapped her fingers through his hair.
She couldn't decide if she felt like she wanted to laugh or cry, or hell both at the same time. She should have guessed for as much use as his tongue gets from talking, he'd be amazing at this.
A string of Klingon curses fell from her mouth as he continued. He thought about stopping briefly to tell her how amazing she tasted but figured she could figure that out on her own for now. Slowly he moved one of his hands holding her hips in place to between her legs and gradually slid a finger into her. She was so tight he started to have to plan course corrections in his head to keep from coming from just the feel of her on his finger. The sounds she was making in the back of her throat was enough to drive him insane.
After a few minutes he could tell she was close. He slid a second finger alongside of the first and felt her body clamp down hard around him from the intrusion. He could have sworn he had heard her gasp lightly. He paused his fingers for several seconds, giving her time to adjust to their presence. He knew she wasn't a virgin but considering how tight she was, she might as well be.
He couldn't wait to be inside of her but knew that would take some time. He was never one to brag about his size, it always seemed so trite, but he knew she would need to be more relaxed before he stood a chance of entering her without hurting her. Ever so gently he started to move his fingers in time with his mouth. When she growled he knew she was there.
She started to see streams of light behind her eyes. She had never felt anything so intense before, it was like she was coming out of her skin. It was terrifying and electric. She was unable to stop herself from moaning his name when she came. She was sure she had to be suffocating him when she clamped her thighs tightly against his head, but he didn't seem to mind. He worked to keep her at her peak, her quaking legs unable to keep their hold finally fell open. A long held whimper spilled from her lips.
Tom slowly began to work his way back up her body. Licking and biting as he went.
"Told you so." He said as he reached her lips, biting her lower lip softly.
"Shut up." She groaned softly
"Now aren't you glad that you let me?" He said not even bothering to try to keep the smugness out of his voice.
"Well considering the daily workout your mouth gets from talking, I should have known." She joked.
"Should I listen to you the next time you tell me to shut up?" He asked with a smile.
"Hell no, you're going to need all the practice you can get." She added, unable to stop the laugh from falling from her lips.
Tom moved to settle over her, capturing her lips in a scorching kiss, rocking his hips against hers.
She couldn't help but to be apprehensive when she felt him push against her center. She willed herself to relax. He was larger than anyone she had ever been with, not that she would ever tell him that, he's ego was already big enough. Unable to stop a groan from falling from her lips when his hand traveled down her body before gripping her hip hard.
He eased back when he felt her tense, moving to kiss her mouth before lightly nipping his way down her neck, his tongue working the hollow of her shoulder. He wanted their joining to be unhurried, but the fact that he hadn't been with anyone outside of the Holodeck in years made it hard to keep his passion reined in.
He wanted to just thrust into her with abandonment over and over again until neither of them could walk. Gently he pushed his hips forward, entering her shallowly before pausing when she hissed lightly.
"Shh," he whispered softly her in ear. "Relax."
"It's okay, Tom." Trying to keep the awkwardness out of her voice but he heard it. "You don't have to stop."
Tom couldn't hold back a laugh. "You think I'm just going slow just for you? You have no idea how amazing you feel. I'm having to run helm calculations in my head to keep from ending our first time in a humiliating premature fashion."
She giggled at his answer and he realized it was his new favorite sound in the entire universe. He made a promise to himself right then and there he was going to spend the rest of his life making her make that noise as often as possible.
"You think that's funny?" Tom asked with a smirk.
"You can just run helm calculations in your head?" She questioned more than a little shocked.
"Of course I can, I'm not just a pretty face who pushes buttons you know."
"Oh really?"
"Really." Tom said as he pressed his hips down lightly again causing her to sigh deeply as her body stretched trying to accommodate his presence. "Pick a starting and ending point and will blow your mind with my incredible calculation skills."
"I can't believe we are having this discussion right now." B'Elanna said panting.
Tom bit his way down her neck again. "Oh I don't know. I have a feeling it will be worth it in the end." As he lightly pushed deeper into her.
"Tom."
"What," he asked softly as he pulled back slightly.
"Be quiet."
Tom's head snapped back up to gaze at her face. "You really do remember more than you admitted don't you?"
"Will you just shut up and make love to me?"
Tom leered at her smartly. "I thought you just told me to ignore you when you tell me to shut up." He sighed before adding, "but I'll listen this time."
B'Elanna inhaled sharply, digging her nails into his shoulders as Tom entered her deeply in a strong but gentle stroke.
Tom rested his head on her shoulder, taking several shallow breaths before lifting himself up on his arms.
"You okay?" he asked her gingerly as he slid almost completely out of her.
B'Elanna nodded her head lightly before she pulled at his hips. "Don't stop."
"7.98 days." He murmured almost to himself.
"What?" B'Elanna looked up at him confused.
"How long it would take Voyager to get from Earth to Qo'nus at maxim warp."
"Are you kidding me?" B'Elanna asked exasperated.
"Not the right time to make a joke?"
"Not if you want to keep living." She answered him only partly joking.
"I'm far more worried about not embarrassing the hell out of myself right now." Tom couldn't stop his grunted curse as she locked her heels around his hips forcing him back into her. She couldn't help but to laugh at his words. "B'Elanna, I'm not joking here."
B'Elanna smile soften and she slid her hands from his back to cup his face forcing him to look her in the eyes. "Let me put this in a way you'll understand Tom, it's one thing if you don't want to do something because you don't like it. It's another thing completely if you don't want to do it because you're scared about what I am going to think. Are we clear?" She said smugly.
"That's a dirty play. You know full well this is not the same thing." He said desperately trying to hold it together as she squeezed herself around him. His body started shaking against her internal ministrations. "Fuck, B'Elanna!"
"Yes it is Tom. I'm not going to think you're a teenage boy unable to hold it together his first time. What you're really saying is that you can't help it because you are with me, and I got to tell you, it feels amazing to have someone that excited to be with me." She paused before adding, "besides, now that I know what your mouth can do, I'm sure I could find a way for you to make it up to me if that happens."
"You are that amazing B'Elanna, but I would never live down that shame. Just give this to me will you? It's been far too long." He grumbled immediately knowing he had made a misstep.
"How long?" She asked immediately with an interested look on her face.
"Well that depends, do you consider holocharacters in that list."
"If I didn't?"
"Then you wouldn't need to worry about disemboweling anyone on the ship either."
She couldn't stop her snort, laughing brightly at his words. "Some playboy you are."
"Very funny."
"Just so we are clear the holodeck counts moving forward." She stated simply.
"Why would I ever need the holodeck when I have you, B'Elanna."
"I don't know. You might get bored of me and I am sure we will still fight all the time."
"I'm looking forward to our next fight." He said as he slid back out of her.
"You're what?" She asked groaning when he pushed back in.
"Just think, now we have a much better way to make up." He paused to smile down at her lightly as she shook her head laughing lightly again.
"This is not at all how I saw this night going." She groaned as he started to move again.
"Is this still perfect?" He asked as he started to set a gentle pace letting both of their bodies adjust.
"Yes." B'Elanna gasped as his force increased, digging her nails deeply into his shoulders drawing small bloody furls in their wake.
She tried to stay focused on his face on the feel of him sliding in and out of her but it was too much. She had heard people who describe sex as this all-consuming experience, she never believed them, how could something so basic feel life altering? Now she knew how wrong she had been.
She couldn't hold her world together. She realized she couldn't even recall how they had been going. In her head it both felt like hours and minutes at the same time. Each stroke was taking its toll on her. She felt him gripped her hip and changed his angle slightly. It was all it took for her to come undone. Her brain barely registered his own cry, let alone hers.
She felt him roll off of her lightly, pulling her body to rest against his. She curled into his arms resting her head on his chest. She found comfort in the fact that he seemed to have just as much trouble connecting with reality as she was. Maybe it was from all the pent up desire they had both held onto for so long.
Or, maybe it was because for the first time in both of their lives they had discovered what perfect felt like. And it wasn't perfect because of an action and it wasn't made perfect by saying the right words. Maybe perfect boiled down to being nothing more than a feeling. A feeling of being truly respected and madly, deeply cared for.
Maybe the only thing it took to make the feeling of perfect exist was love.
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So sappy I know! Love it or hate it let me know. I have several short add on stories to cover a few other needed scenes that I could make fit in this story just right. I hope to have those out this weekend. One will be up shortly.
