Taming of Tom Paris, Part 14


By Britta

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"One minute we were dancing, cheek to cheek, then suddenly he backed me up against a table and literally tore my clothes off! I was afraid he was going to screw me in front of everyone at Sandrine's...then I woke up.
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"Oh, I bet the Doc would have a great time analyzing this dream, especially if he knew about all the stuff I've been reading lately and the things I've done with Chakotay." Tom shook his head and looked down at his tightly folded hands. His expression and body language practically shrieked frustration.
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I paused the vid and went to get a glass of wine. It was tough to watch these particular entries. They had been made during the weeks when I had no time to spare. I had no idea how much he'd missed me. I'd been too busy to notice. Now I felt bad about it. Goddess, it seemed like it happened so long ago yet in reality it was mere months.
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I briefly thought of dancing and realized we'd hadn't done that very often. Perhaps we should. When he and the Captain finished programming the bowling alley, I'd take him to Sandrine's and we'd dance up a storm. I'd leave the tearing off his clothes part until later, though. Hmm, that gave me an idea. Well, it would have to wait. Tom was going to be busy designing a variety of bowling balls for who knew how long. I sighed and sipped my wine. Better go back to his vid and take advantage of this private time.
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"Resume playback."
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He looked annoyed. "I hate this! It seems like it's been forever since I've seen him even though we managed to have lunch together today. He's working too damned hard. I can tell. His eyes are tired. Oh, they light up when he sees me but not as brightly as they used to.
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"He needs someone to take care of him. Someone to make sure he eats and rests enough; someone to pamper him a little...." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
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"I've been reading a lot of very interesting stuff about just what 'subs' are supposed to do for their 'doms' and my thoughts on the subject don't exactly match the established rules, then again when did I ever completely agree with established rules of any kind?
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"I just want to do things for him, make his life easier, a little less stressful. I want to make him *happy*. I wish I knew how. He hasn't told me anything specific other than to get naked and stay that way, so I guess I'll just have to wing it." He picked up a padd and began turning it over in his hands.
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"I had a wild idea earlier when I noticed how tired he was. I think I'll make him a present. A nice, relaxing program for us to run on the holodeck whenever he gets a break from his endless fucking meetings with the Captain.
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"Come to think of it, she looks awfully tired, too. Could they be...no, no way. Tuvok would kill one or both of them if she even considered it. Oh gods, where do I get off being so possessive? Shit, I gotta think about this some more. End log."
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I stopped the vid at this point and found that I still had an hour or so before Tom would be home, per my standing instructions. I rose and stretched, hearing clicks and pops from my neck to my knees. It had been a long day for me.
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The entire morning, up to and including lunch had been spent analyzing the results of the drill. Section heads had been told to evaluate crew response and so we had many opinions to consider when we tried to isolate the problem areas. Eventually, we determined what needed to be worked on and decided that there would be at least one more drill; one that would occur on another shift, preferably.
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This left me working bridge duty later than usual and then the remainder of the time I spent in my office collating results and planning variations for the next time. Consequently, I missed dinner and by the time I got home, Tom was already gone. I replicated a light meal and ate it while watching more of Tom's vid. Between his anxiety dream and his desire to take care of me, I wasn't sure which affected me more. I hoped that by now he'd realized his fears were groundless. Still, the image of ripping his clothes off lodged in my mind, though the idea of taking him in public was out of the question.
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There was also that little bit of jealousy that needed to be addressed. I hadn't known that Tom was concerned that Kathryn and I may have had a relationship that continued beyond the New Earth fiasco. Surely he must realize that in the situation we were in all we could do was make the best of things.
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I had few feelings of that kind for the Captain. Yes, she was attractive, but she had been sent to hunt me down. We'd been forced to make an alliance. I had my crew to consider and whether or not she liked it, she needed me and mine as much as we needed her.
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Thinking back on the times she hadn't trusted me with the truth, I sometimes wondered if she ever would trust me completely. I doubted it. Regardless, I have my own plans for my crew no matter what happens. We have a great deal of respect for each other and friendship, now. But that was a long time coming. The New Earth experience was like visiting another universe for a while. When we returned, everything went back to the way it was.
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I set aside my wine and went to lie down on the couch. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. My nap was a short one as it turned out. I woke up to Tom covering me with the blanket. He was naked. As he reached for a pillow, his cock came within millimeters of my face so I turned my head and licked it. I swear he jumped straight up at least half a meter. I smiled at the expression of pure shock on his face.
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"Jeez, Cha! Give a guy some warning! You nearly gave me a heart attack." He stared at me and mock frowned at my widening smile. "I didn't know you were awake."
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"You should be more careful where you put this," I replied while fondling him. I enjoyed watching his cock grow. A few light touches of my fingertips was all it took and it thickened, like magic.
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I sat up and moved him to stand in front of me while I played with him. I wormed a hand between his legs and he spread them apart offering me full access without being told. I ran a finger beneath his balls and then tugged on them gently.
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He hissed but didn't complain. It didn't take long for him to reach full arousal. He heated up quickly these days. The process of bringing him to this point turned me on as well. The trick was to keep us on the edge for as long as possible, to prolong our pleasure.
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I wrapped my arm around him and stroked his butt. He wiggled a bit as I slid my fingers between his cheeks but his control had improved a lot. Impressed, I decided to push him a little. "Turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the coffee table and spread your legs." He did as I said even though I could see his face turning red. This was one of his buttons. Bend him over anything and he got both embarrassed and turned on in equal measure.
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Leaning down, I placed a kiss behind his right knee. The soft skin there was particularly receptive to being nibbled. I paused after a minute and began moving up the back and inside of his thigh, my lips and teeth following the path made by my fingernails. Up one leg and down the other.
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He started shaking when I turned my attention to his ass. Idly, I rubbed the crease where thigh and cheek meet with my thumbs. I made him wait for it. Knowing I was going to open him to my gaze was another button. First, I squeezed those luscious, round globes and then nipped here and there, licking and sucking that soft, pale skin until it was splotched with color.
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I gave him a few light pats and then parted his cheeks and looked at him. Holding him wide open, I felt his trembling increase. Reaching with one hand I felt his cock. It was rock hard and weeping freely. I gathered the moisture onto my fingertips and used it to slip my finger inside him. He moaned at the intrusion but made welcome the invader by relaxing as much as he could.
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I fingered him for a few moments then stood up, leaving my finger in place. "Stand up." I helped him to rise and took his chin in my hand bringing his lips to mine. I kissed him for the first time tonight. Hard. My tongue poked into his mouth with the same frequency as my finger went into his ass. He tried frantically to rub his cock against me, to generate the friction he so desperately craved. I decided what I wanted to do next and pulling my tongue out of his sweet mouth, I murmured, "Bed."
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I guided him to the side of the bed and removed my finger only long enough to drop my robe and lie on my back. "On your knees beside me."
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He looked at me curiously as he complied then began panting as I worked my finger back inside him and with the other hand started pumping his cock. He eyed my erection for a moment but then closed his eyes when the twin sensations he felt grew to an intensity he could not help but focus on. I kept it up, watching his face and hearing the low moans that he let slip every now and then. I rubbed his prostate deliberately and gripped his cock more tightly, increasing the pace until he came, shooting all over my chest.
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I let him rest for a few moments while I coated my fingers with his semen and slid them back into his ass. When he was calmer, I pulled him down for another long, slow kiss then said, "Clean me." I figured I'd let Mr. Oral Fixation have a good time for a while. He'd done very well earlier. He'd tried hard to stay still. He'd earned this reward.
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He began with my free hand, sucking my fingers into his mouth while moving back and forth on my right hand, stretching himself, readying his body to take my cock inside.
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He licked his juices off my palm and wrist then captured the little flecks that dotted my arm. That finished, he kissed my hand and released it then bent his head to my chest, lifting his ass higher and parting his legs even more.
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He washed me with his tongue, stopping to worship my nipples until they were so hard they ached. When his task was finished, he glanced up at me and softly asked, "Please, sir, may I?"
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I nodded and slid another finger inside him as he wrapped his lips and tongue around my cock. He let out a low hum of satisfaction and slurped away greedily.
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I fished around under the pillows for the lube and while he pleasured me, I prepared him. He moved to my balls and kissed them, sucking gently until I couldn't take it any more and placed my hand on his head. He halted instantly and I pushed him upright.
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Removing my fingers from their satiny enclosure, I greased my erection and guided Tom to straddle me. Holding his cheeks apart, I maneuvered him into position and let gravity do the rest until he was sitting astride me with a look of absolute ecstasy on his face.
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We moved slowly, gently at first. I allowed him to set the pace. Soon, he picked up speed and started riding me. I used the gel on my hand to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts. My left hand traveled upward to tease his nipples, pinching and rubbing until he was moaning constantly.
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He moved up and down, doing most of the work while I enjoyed the view and the sensation of being so deeply embedded within him. Gods, he was good at this. We moved faster and harder, building up tremendous tension. I felt my toes curl as I climbed higher.
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Tom's head whipped back and forth, the muscles in his legs straining with effort. I tormented the head of his cock with my fingertips then milked him for all he was worth trying to time our orgasms so that we could come together.
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We very nearly made it. I shot first, when I just couldn't wait any longer. I felt like I was a part of him and lost my concentration. He placed his hand over mine on his erection and after two strokes, he climaxed.
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Lacing our sticky fingers together, we didn't move for a long time. Finally, before leg cramps could set in, Tom reluctantly broke our connection and came to lie beside me, stretching out his long legs. I stroked his tense muscles, knowing he'd be feeling this tomorrow.
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I leaned over for a kiss or three and said, "It was excellent tonight. You did well. Thank you."
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He beamed at me exhaustedly and whispered, "Anything for you."
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Not wanting to break the mood, I cleaned us up quickly and ordered the lights out. Gathering Tom in my arms, I fell asleep only to dream of ripping his clothes off and taking him in the mess hall during breakfast.
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I woke up early and lay there quietly, listening to Tom breathe. It was such a comforting sound. I relished moments like these where everything felt right in the universe. It didn't matter that we were stuck out here in the Delta Quadrant. Nothing mattered to me at that moment except the joy and fulfillment I'd found with Tom. I silently thanked everyone and everything for giving me this blessing.
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He stirred and his breathing changed as he woke up. I ordered the lights up a little and watched him come to full consciousness. I kissed him when his eyes opened and said, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
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"Like a rock. You?" He yawned and stretched.
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"The same." I called for full illumination and told him to roll over so I could get a look at him. He did so without hesitation and I checked him out thoroughly. His leg muscles were still tight. He'd need a long, hot soak by this evening. I rubbed and kneaded hoping to help matters when I realized that I'd never found out if he'd come home on time last night.
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"Tom?"
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"Hmm?"
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"What time did you get home last night?"
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He sighed and confessed, "I was two minutes late. I'm sorry."
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"I see. Were you going to tell me?"
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He whipped his head around at my tone of voice and answered, "Of course. I would've told you last night but you didn't give me much of a chance."
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He was right, I hadn't. Still, he had been late. "Is there a reason why you were late?"
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"No, sir."
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"In that case, I will say this much: you are improving. However, you will be punished and if it happens again and you have no valid excuse, you can expect the strap instead of my hand. Is that clear?"
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"Yes, sir."
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"Good." With that, I landed two hard slaps on his ass, one on each cheek. "This should remind you not to do it again."
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"Yes, sir."
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Afterward, we rose and got ready for duty. Punctuality had never been one of Tom's strong suits and it was something he needed to work on. I determined to pay closer attention to his comings and goings.
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We ate in the mess hall and my dream came back to me full force. Tom gave me a funny look when I chuckled after staring at a certain table. I just shook my head and he let the matter drop.
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After breakfast, we went our separate ways. I spent most of the day popping in and out of various departments to see how things were progressing. The cross-training exercise seemed to be working pretty well now that people had become used to working together. I had a sneaking suspicion that it would also provide benefits other than professional ones for the crew. For one thing, there were new romances cropping up all over the ship.
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The affair between Neelix and Seven had become public knowledge quite some time ago, yet I still heard several men and a few women pondering what Neelix had that they didn't. I vaguely wondered if chocolate could be used as a weapon against the Borg. It sure seemed to do a number on Seven.
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I dropped by the airponics bay and found it to be in the best condition I'd seen it since Kes left us. Tuvok had, with Vulcan efficiency, done an incredible job of putting it to rights. He was there when I arrived and I congratulated him on his achievement.
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He replied, "It is not due to my efforts alone, Commander. Lt. Torres, for one, has been instrumental in helping to restore this garden to optimal productivity."
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Surprised, I inquired, "Is that so? I'm glad to hear it. I never knew she enjoyed planting and harvesting produce."
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"She does not. I assign those tasks to others who do."
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I was puzzled. "Then tell me how she contributes so much to this project that you single her out for mention among many."
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He flatly stated, "She appears to derive an inordinate amount of satisfaction from pulling weeds."
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"Oh. I see. Thank you for explaining that. Keep up the good work." I felt my lips twitch and left so fast I feared Tuvok would question my actions but I had to get out of there before I exploded with laughter.
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I barely made it out the door and into the nearest turbolift when I lost it. The vision of B'Elanna viciously yanking out inedible seedlings was hilarious to me. I'd bet she'd enjoy it even more if they were encased in soil. I didn't want any of the crew to catch me like this, it would ruin my image as the stoic Indian so I used the command override to take me directly to the deck where my office was.
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I made a mad dash inside and hid out until I could control myself. When it seemed I had run out of chuckles, I commed the Captain and checked in. She heard the amusement in my voice and asked me what was so funny. I just told her to ask Tuvok about B'Elanna's work in the airponics bay and she burst into loud laughter. It seemed she already knew.
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The rest of my shift passed uneventfully and I was glad to go home when it was over. I got there before Tom did and decided we'd be eating in the mess hall this evening. When he came through the door a few minutes later, I kissed him hello and said, "No need to get undressed. Let's go get dinner before you meet with the Captain."
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"OK." He hugged me tightly and rubbed against me a few times. "You sure you want to go right away?"
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I smiled and kissed him again. "Yes. Now."
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He shrugged and sighed then snickered as I pulled him out the door. The big tease. He'd get it in spades later.
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Dinner consisted of the usual strangely-colored unrecognizable globs, strings and lumps we'd become accustomed to in the last few years. I eyed tonight's entree with deep suspicion until Tom distracted me by telling me all about his latest lunch date with Harry.
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It appeared that Mr. Kim had been building his reputation as 'Ship's Stud'. Tom said it was due to the Talaxian vitamins he'd obtained from Neelix. I just nodded and we shared a grin of mutual understanding. Harry was young and very horny. He was having the time of his life.
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The details were withheld from me as they were between Tom and Harry but the general stories allowed me to eat without tasting too much. When we finished, I said, "How long before you have to meet with the Captain?"
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"I have almost an hour, why? Wanna fool around?" he smirked.
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I cleared my throat and replied, "I just thought maybe you'd like to have a drink at Sandrine's before you turn into the great bowling ball creator once more."
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He laughed. "Sounds good to me. Only it's not balls I'm doing at the moment but the game arcade."
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We picked up our trays and headed out. "Game arcade? How does that fit into a bowling alley?"
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"It's for the kids, Cha. You know, small people with short little attention spans?" he grinned.
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"We only have one of those aboard, Tom," I stated.
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We entered the turbolift as he said, "Right now, yes. But in the future, who knows?"
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He had a good point. If we were out here much longer, I expected there would be more children born on the ship. Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. It would at least give little Naomi someone nearer her age to play with.
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We entered the bar and I looked around to see who was there. It was fairly crowded for this time of night. Tom spotted an empty table and we claimed it for ourselves.
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I sent him to the bar to get us each a beer. Wine wasn't right this evening. The atmosphere felt different and I wondered why. It seemed harsher somehow. When he returned, I looked at him closely. He was bristling, like a dog on point. What was going on?
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"Tom? Is everything all right?" I had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.
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He set our beers on the table and stood there, waiting. I followed his gaze and saw what had him so mesmerized. Dalby was glaring at Harry, who was obliviously talking to B'Elanna. The man had good instincts. He knew right away when there was trouble brewing.
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Right then, the Captain entered the room and I seized the moment to call Ensign Kim over to us. He ambled along, making his way to our table and sat down at my invitation. Tom looked at me as if I were nuts but I offered Harry my untouched beer.
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"Thanks, Commander. Hey, Tom, how have you been?"
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I wandered off in search of Dalby letting Tom deal with Harry. I hoped he would explain to the young man what was going on.
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When I cornered Dalby, I heard him out, not buying his excuses. After ten minutes of heartfelt rambling he decided to listen to me and I told him to lay off the jealousy routine and just tell Torres the truth. He had a much better chance that way. She would appreciate it. Finally, he agreed to give it a try and I left him to go back to Tom.
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When I returned to our table I found Tom and the Captain deeply involved in a discussion about whether to have regular bowling pins, candlepins, or both.
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Harry and my beer were long gone. I smiled at Kathryn, kissed Tom and excused myself. Time to go home.
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I went back to our quarters and wondered about the great scheme of things that seemed to govern our lives. It was all so amazing at times. I undressed and put on my robe. I hoped Dalby would get his act together and that B'Elanna would see that there were more interesting things she could pull other than weeds.
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Tom wouldn't be home for some time so I settled down with a glass of wine which suddenly did feel right and stuck his vid into the viewer.
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"Playback."
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Tom appeared, dressed in civvies, looking for all the galaxy like he would explode at any moment. "I want him to fuck me."
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I sat up straighter and thought that the man would never cease to amaze me.
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"I want to know what it would be like to be his." He deflated a bit and continued, "I have this urge to give myself to him, like a gift or something...and I don't know why.
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"All I do know is that I trust him to make it a good experience, for once. Maybe I need him to heal me."
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I paused the vid for a moment, suddenly feeling a little sick. I didn't know if I wanted to continue watching. Slugging down a huge mouthful of wine, I decided to go for broke. "Resume playback."
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"I know that I like men as well as women, sexually. Maybe I like certain people, regardless of their gender. I do know that men have not treated me as well as women have. Not until now. Chakotay treats me very well. He hasn't forced me to do anything, even though I know what he wants; I think. Maybe I'm wrong...." He gripped his head with both hands, as if he needed to hang on to something.
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"In any case, I want him to take me. So far he hasn't tried to but I think that's because we haven't had the right opportunity. The holoprogram I'm making will give us the chance to go all the way.
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"I *need* to know how he really is. This is the best way to find out. If he hurts me when he does it, then it's over. If not, then maybe we have a chance for the big one; the true one."
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I stopped watching then and realized that Tom had been testing me the whole time I thought I'd been testing him. I felt like an idiot. I was also amazed at how much I didn't know about him.
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My meditation sessions had warned me that I would be learning new things but I didn't know this degree of humility would be one of them. I felt awful. Who was I to know best? About anyone...about Tom....
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I dumped my glass of wine into the recycler and decided to go to bed. On the floor. As penance.

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