by Marleena
"Lt. Paris is awake. The Doctor is releasing him to his quarters.
He will be very sick for the next couple days. I want you to be with
him during that time."
"I understand, Captain. Torres out." Torres' voice now sounded
relieved.
* * * * * * *
B'Elanna arrived in Sickbay to find Tom sitting on a
biobed. He still looked pale, but not that deathly pale of three
days ago. She walked up to him, and cleared her throat. He
jumped a little, and looked at her. She gasped when she saw the
haunted look in his blue eyes.
"Tom," she began.
"Save it, Torres," Tom said, staring at the floor, "I just want
to go to my quarters."
B'Elanna was surprised at his dismissal, but she nodded and
helped him off the bed. The two then left Sickbay.
When the two entered Paris' quarters, Tom went immediately to the
bathroom. B'Elanna heard the sickening sounds of him throwing up.
She slowly went to the bathroom. She wanted to help him, but she
didn't want to see him vomiting.
"Are you all right, Tom?" she asked, standing at the corner to
the entrance.
"No," Tom answered before she heard more vomiting.
A few minutes later, Tom emerged from the bathroom. He looked
at B'Elanna, and gave her a small smile. He ran a shaking hand
through his messed up hair as he tried to think of something to
say.
"You look like hell, Tom," B'Elanna said honestly.
Tom sniffed and nodded, "I feel like hell. I think I'll lie
down."
B'Elanna wasn't going to let him off that easily. She grabbed his
arm as he went into the bedroom. She spun him around to see a
flash of anger in his eyes. That excited her, but the flash
disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
"Damn it, Tom!" She practically shouted, "Why are you doing this?
Answer me!"
Tom jerked his arm out of her grip. He glared at her, angry
that she was still asking him this question. He shook his head
which only caused it to hurt. He swayed a little. He felt
B'Elanna steady him then help him to sit on the couch. He stifled
a groan of protest when he felt Torres' hands leave his
shoulders.
"I want to understand why you're trying to kill yourself. I want
to know why?"
Tom leaned back on the couch, and stared at the ceiling. He
remembered their brief kiss in the holodeck. He also remembered
her leaving him, telling him that what they did was dishonorable.
honorable if my life depended on it.>
He knew better than that though. He had done several honorable
things, including saving lives. Still that thought didn't help
matters now.
"I'm sorry I screwed things up, 'Lanna," he said, "I thought I
couldn't make matters worse for you and Harry if I was gone."
B'Elanna felt a chill run down her spine. She twisted herself, so
that she could look into his eyes. She stroked his hair as she
spoke, "You wouldn't have made things worse for us, Tom. We care
about you. We want you in our lives, Tom. You're our friend."
"Some friend," Tom whispered, "I kiss my best friend's fiancee.
How low can someone go?"
B'Elanna shook her head, "It was a harmless mistake, Tom. I
shouldn't have..."
"Mistake!?" Tom sat up then, his eyes a blue fire, "You think
kissing me was a mistake!?"
B'Elanna shrank back at his anger. She had never seen him this
angry before. It both scared her and excited her.
"Tom.."
"No!" Tom shouted, standing up, "If you think all this is all a
mistake then you can leave! I don't want or need your pity!"
B'Elanna stood up then and glared at him. If he was challenging
her then she accepted. She went to stand in front of him. She stared
into his eyes and snarled, "I don't pity you, Tom Paris! I think
you pity yourself. You don't know where you stand with us
anymore and it scares you. Am I right?"
Paris sneered and walked away from her. He was heading to his
bedroom, but she stepped into his path. They glared at each
other, daring the other to make a move.
Torres could feel the anger flow off of him. It seemed to make
his scent stronger. She inhaled it and almost toppled over, but
she held her ground. She felt her own body heat rise as she
realized how close he was. She felt her mouth go dry as she
stared into his pain-filled eyes.
"You need to leave, B'Elanna. It'd be better for both of us."
B'Elanna shook her head defiantly, "No, Paris. I won't leave you
again. I want to help you. This is tearing me up as much as
you."
Tom snorted and turned away, "I don't see how."
B'Elanna growled and stalked over to him. She spun him around.
Instinctively, he raised his arm to defend himself, and she
caught his wrist before he could strike her. She felt the heat rise in
her again. She growled again as she glared at him.
"If you want to wallow in your self pity, that's your business,
but I will not leave you alone. I owe you that much, Tom."
"You don't owe me nothing, Torres," Tom snarled, trying to
break her grip on him.
"You're wrong, Paris!" she snapped, "I should have been there
when you needed me the most. Instead, I went to repair the warp
core! You needed me and I left you!"
She let go of him, and went to sit on the couch. She looked at
him, but he didn't move. There was a long period of silence
before Tom spoke.
"You don't need to feel guilty for leaving me. It's not the
first time a woman had left me. I should be used to it by now."
B'Elanna felt her heart sink, "I'm sorry, Tom."
He stared at her, "Don't, B'Elanna. Just leave, please. I need
to be alone."
B'Elanna had enough. She stood up, grabbed something heavy on his
coffee table, and threw it at him. He ducked just before it hit
him in the head. It smashed into the wall, and landed on the
floor with a thud. B'Elanna was both shocked at her action and
stimulated. She was also relieved that he ducked in time.
"Gods, Tom! I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."
"GET OUT!" Tom shouted, his eyes a blue flame, "Get the hell
out of here!"
Tom stalked into his bedroom and locked the door. B'Elanna slid
to the floor and cried.
Early the next morning, Torres woke to the sounds of moaning.
She also heard coughing that frightened her. She got up off the
couch, and padded toward the bedroom door.
"Tom!" She pounded on the door, "Are you alright?"
The door opened revealing a terrible looking Tom Paris. His hair
was everywhere, and he was sweating. He coughed harshly. It was
several minutes before he spoke.
"I didn't sleep well. I threw up twice last night. I feel
terrible."
"You look terrible."
"Thanks," Tom said, trying to smile, "I'm going to take a
shower. Hopefully, I'll get through it without throwing up."
They smiled at each other. Tom then went
back into his bedroom
and prepared to take a shower. B'Elanna went to fix them
breakfast.
A few minutes later, Tom came into the main room wearing a dark
blue shirt and shorts. He dried his hair with a towel then looked
at the food. He suddenly felt sick again.
"What's wrong, Tom?" B'Elanna asked, seeing him pale.
"I feel sick again," he said before he turned around and went
back into the bathroom.
B'Elanna chuckled slightly, but sobered as she heard vomiting.
Later, Tom lied down on his bed. The dizziness was slowly
leaving him, but he still felt nauseous. He knew he had a fever
as well, and he moaned at the thought.
He then felt a cool cloth on his forehead, and he opened his eyes
to see B'Elanna looking at him concerned.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," Tom whispered.
B'Elanna shook her head, "It's alright, Tom. You needed to vent
some anger. I understand."
Tom smiled his thanks. He then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
B'Elanna grew worried when Tom began to visibly shake. She tried
her best to calm him to no avail. He continued to shiver even as
she stroked his hair and whispered to him.
Torres stayed with him throughout the night. She whispered
reassurances to him as she stroked his sweat-drenched hair and
mopped the sweat from his face. She then bent down and kissed his
forehead. At that, she smelled his scent even stronger. She
growled softly as she felt sleep overcome her.
* * * * * * *
B'Elanna woke to the sound of water running. She opened her eyes
to find herself in his bed. She sat up in shock.
The sound stopped and the door to the bathroom opened. Voyager's
Chief Pilot stepped into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around
his slim waist. He was towel drying his hair when he stopped to
look at her. He looked better than he did last night.
"Morning, Tom," B'Elanna said, "Thanks for letting me have your
bed."
Tom smiled, "I woke up with your head on my chest. I put you
on my bed while I took a shower."
He nodded and went into his closet. He got out a shirt and
jeans. He then looked at B'Elanna with a sheepish grin.
"Um...I suppose you don't want to see me in my birthday suit..."
She smiled, "I'll be in the living room."
Tom returned her smile. He then got dressed as she fixed them
breakfast.
B'Elanna sat on the couch, breathing in the scent from her hands.
Paris' scent was all over her hands now. It was stronger than
ever before, and it was highly stimulating her.
She looked up when she felt Paris' presence. Her mouth went dry
as she stared at him. The shirt and jeans fit him perfectly.
She traced his body with her eyes, drinking him in. She felt her
temperature rise, and she began to breath heavily.
Tom walked into the room, and sat down beside B'Elanna. He
looked at the food and felt his stomach lurch slightly. He
swallowed hard, and picked up the fork.
"How are you feeling, Tom?" She asked, trying to keep the arousal
from her voice.
"A bit better," he answered, "I still have a fever, though."
B'Elanna smiled as she watched him eat. Her smile turned feral as
his scent came to her nose. She breathed deeply, getting Paris'
attention.
"Something wrong, Torres?" he asked, staring at her suspiciously.
She growled softly as she inhaled his scent deeply. She opened
her eyes to find him staring at her. His blue eyes were dark
with curiosity and arousal. She smiled and ran a hand through
his unruly hair.
"B'Elanna," he whispered.
The half-Klingon growled again, and bent forward to nibble his
earlobe. He shuddered at her touch, but he fought down his
arousal.
"B'Elanna, don't," he said, breaking away from her, "You know you
don't want to do this."
B'Elanna ran her hand through his hair. She growled and bent
forward again to kiss his cheek. She held him tightly when he
tried to break away.
"B'Elanna, please," Tom protested, but he was weakening under
her caresses.
B'Elanna inhaled his scent as she ran her left hand under his
shirt. She heard him gasp, and she smiled.
"Torres, stop," he tried to say, but the half-Klingon took his
mouth with hers.
He returned her kiss, and she growled deeply. She ran her hands
over his chest as he ran his hands through her dark hair. He
deepened the kiss as he realized she was giving him his dream.
He knew it wouldn't happen again, but still he knew this was
wrong.
"B'Elanna," he said, "you're going to marry my best friend in a
few days. We can't do this."
She growled then grabbed his shirt, and ripped it apart. Tom
gasped in surprise. He looked at her to see her eyes dark with
arousal.
"Quiet, Paris," she growled, "I want you. I need you."
Without warning, she grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him down
onto the couch. She devoured his mouth with hers, letting her
tongue dance with his. She became more aroused as she felt his
hands caress her back. She sat up and stared at him. He was not
protesting anymore. If anything, he was just as aroused as her.
He seemed to need this as much as her.
B'Elanna smiled at him as she unfastened her uniform top. She
pulled it off then tossed it aside. She tilted back as Tom ran
his hands under her gray undershirt. She growled deeply as she
felt him caress her breasts.
"Tom," she breathed as her fever rose.
She smiled ferally as she heard her shirt rip apart. She looked
down at him to see him toss the shirt away. He then ran his
hands over her bra. She reached behind her and unfastened it.
She slid the straps off her shoulder and slung the bra across the
room. She then went back to devouring his mouth. She moaned
into the kiss as she felt his hands move up and down her spine.
Suddenly, Tom flipped them over. They landed with a thud onto
the floor. He looked at her, concerned. She smiled at him and
ran her hands into his hair. She then pulled him down closer to
her, and deeply kissed him. Her hands moved down his back and
around his waist. He rose up, so she could reach the front. She
unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down and off him. His
briefs followed.
Tom moved to kiss her cheek then neck. She moaned his name
as she frantically unfastened her pants. She growled loudly as
she slipped her pants and underwear off her. She then flipped them
over as her fever reached its height. She ran her hands over his
chest and up his shoulders. She smiled ferally as she admired
his body. She stared into his eyes then bent to take his mouth
again.
Tom felt his own fever grow as his hands explored her body. He
heard her growl and felt her nibble his ears then chest. He heard
her gasp as he felt himself enter her. He opened his eyes to see
her move her hips forward. Her head tilted back and she moaned
his name.
B'Elanna gasped as she felt him thrust up into her. She then
growled as they found a rhythm. She began to moan his name as
they picked up their pace.
Tom grabbed her thighs as he met her movements. His hands then
wandered to her breasts, but she grabbed his wrists and placed
them back on her thighs. She then clutched his shoulders as she
viciously rocked her hips forward, digging her nails into his
skin. She growled deeply as he thrust upward. Their pace
quickened as they neared the edge. They breathed each others'
names as they continued.
Suddenly, B'Elanna tilted her head back, and screamed his name.
Tom grabbed her hips, and thrust one last time. He called her
name as he released into her.
B'Elanna collapsed onto him, breathing heavily. She felt Tom
wrap his arms around her and kiss the top of her head. She
smiled contentedly and sighed.
Tom buried his face in her dark hair as he felt the sting of