Taming of Tom Paris, Part 17


By Britta


Bowling shoes. Multi-hued bowling shoes! They were everywhere. I was surrounded by them. They edged closer. I got a good look at the garish colors as one landed on my face and I woke up in a cold sweat.
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Shit. This was not a good sign.
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Dreaming about shoes of any kind was not normal for me. I hesitated to think about what might have brought this on. Tom was still sleeping and I was grateful that I hadn't woken him. It was my turn to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night and I crept out as quietly as I could.
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Once in the living area, I made sure the bedroom door was closed completely and brought the lights up to half. I sat on the sofa and wrapped the blanket around me to fight off the chill that just the thought of those shoes evoked.
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What in the galaxy was the matter with me? I had no idea why I'd dream of bowling shoes being menacing. What could it mean?
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Trying to figure this out got me exactly nowhere. I stretched out on the sofa determined to find the answer to this enigma but before I knew it, I was asleep.
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I woke up to find Tom standing over me, tricorder in hand and pissed off yet again, if the expression on his face was anything to go by.
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He demanded, "So what did I do this time?"
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"Huh? What are you talking about?" I struggled to sit upright and pulled the blanket more tightly around me.
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He watched me guardedly, then said, "I woke up and you were gone. Why?"
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Some rational part of my brain put things together and I hastened to explain. Patting the couch, I replied, "I had a nightmare. I was afraid I'd wake you up so I came out here to think about it and fell back to sleep. That's all. OK?"
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Sitting beside me, he put his arm around me and held me close. "Do you think you can handle coming back to bed? I won't sleep worth shit without you."
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I yawned and nodded. I could do that. "Sure, sweetheart, anything for you."
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We got up and went back to bed. He put the blanket back on the couch, set the tricorder on the desk and dealt with the lights. Once we were all cuddled up together, he asked softly, "What was the nightmare about?"
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I sighed, "You'll laugh if I tell you."
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"No I won't. I swear." This was said so sincerely I believed it.
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Big mistake. I whispered, "Malicious bowling shoes," into his ear and nearly got blasted out of bed by his howl of laughter.
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Ears ringing with his lingering chortles and guffaws, I turned away from him and lay on my side feeling ridiculous. Engaging my best self-defense mechanism I started reciting my most calming mantras. I shut him out entirely. I could still feel his presence but I ignored everything else until I tranced myself back to sleep.
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I woke up to find Tom plastered all over me, holding me so tightly it was a wonder I could breathe.
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At my first movement, his eyes opened and he relaxed his grip. "Sorry about that."
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"No problem."
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He leaned over and kissed me. "Good morning. How did you sleep?"
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Confused when no word of my nightmare was mentioned, I answered, "Pretty well, considering...."
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He blinked and yawned. "Considering what? I'd have thought you'd have slept as well as I did...after last night," he smirked.
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Truly puzzled, I responded, "Nothing. Never mind." I called for the time to distract him, thinking that if he wasn't going to talk about it then I wouldn't either.
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As we rose and got ready for duty, I saw the tricorder sitting on top of the nightstand. I thought that was odd, since I distinctly recalled Tom leaving it on the desk in the other room last night. Did this mean I'd dreamed the entire episode? My getting out of bed and his laughing at me?
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If so, I needed to pay particular attention to this event. Any time a false awakening occurred was suspect, especially because of what we'd experienced out here in the Delta Quadrant.
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As I showered, I reminded myself we were transiting the safest area of space we'd been through in years and that allowed me to relax a little.
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Tom and I went to get breakfast and if I was quieter than usual, he didn't comment on it. He did appear to be a little uncomfortable at times but confessed when I asked him that it was due to my over-zealous lovemaking of the night before.
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I had to grit my teeth to keep from smiling at that and suddenly those bowling shoes in my dream made total sense.
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I was jealous. More than jealous; it was a measure of my newly found insecurity. Not wanting to face it just then, I picked up my tray, wished Tom a good day and kissed him goodbye.
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I spent the morning in the labs pretending to be interested in all that Seven showed me. However, I couldn't fool her when my attention wandered.
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"Commander, you are obviously preoccupied with other matters. Shall we continue this another time?" She stared at me like she would a bug on the wall.
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"Yes, thank you. I am preoccupied, I apologize." I tried to get out of it as gracefully as I could but she seemed to want something more.
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"You are welcome," she deadpanned. "If there is any way I can assist you, tell me. I have acquired a great deal of knowledge regarding interpersonal relationships since I have begun spending time with Mr. Neelix. He has been very forthcoming in sharing his expertise with me concerning human interaction."
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Expertise? I thought then that our Morale Officer had bitten off more than he could chew but I just excused myself as diplomatically as possible and went to meet Tom for lunch.
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When I entered the mess hall I saw Tom and the Captain sitting at the same table. Tuvok was not present. Tamping down my initial reaction at seeing them together, I went to get my food.
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Neelix greeted me cheerfully and I smiled back at him trying to disguise any discomfort I felt at the fact that my lover and the Captain, a rival, were having what seemed to me to be the time of their lives.
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They were laughing over gods knew what, then she wiped her eyes with one hand while Tom took her other hand in his and kissed it. He was smiling so broadly you could see every single tooth in his mouth.
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That's when I lost it.
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Those teeth were mine! *He* was mine!
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Of course, I was aware of the fact that we were in public and I dimly remembered that I had an image to maintain as an officer but that didn't stop me from tromping over to their table and setting my tray down very noisily. Then I yanked Tom to his feet and despite his protests, pulled him into my arms and kissed him long and hard.
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When I finally let him go, he panted, "What was that for?"
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I glared at him, then at her. "As if you don't know...." Then I kissed him again.
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Tom looked surprised for a second then glanced at Janeway briefly and shrugged. At that moment Tuvok arrived and the dynamics of the encounter changed to one I could relate to much more easily.
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Alpha male and alpha male...both responding to their mates.
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Tuvok was as close to glowering as I'd ever seen him. He strode over to us and stepped between the Captain and me. The look on her face changed when he stated even more coldly than usual, "Captain, I would like to speak to you, privately."
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As they left, Tuvok and I exchanging nods of understanding, I felt my rush of emotion fade a little and let go of Tom's arm. "Sit down," I growled.
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He obeyed, giving me a wary glance. I peered at him and indicated his food. "Eat."
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I dug into my meal vigorously, my anger deadening my tastebuds to the point where I didn't notice any flavor at all.
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By the time I had finished the last bite, I was back in control and Tom felt it safe to speak to me. "Are you OK now?"
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"I'm fine. Would you care to explain that hand-kissing business?" I asked, my voice as tight as a trip wire.
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Struggling to contain his laughter, he answered, "It was just high spirits. Really, it didn't mean a thing."
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"High spirits? Is that what you call it?" I just stared at him.
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"Yes, that's what I call it because that's all it was." He sighed in exasperation then continued, "Are you so jealous you're going to make a spectacle of us any time I touch someone?"
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"No, I'm not," I snapped. "Let's just say that I think you should be a little more careful about who you touch and how. I don't think you realize how close you came to pissing off Tuvok. And let me tell you this, if you think I'm angry then you don't have a clue what an irate Vulcan is like and you do *not* want to find out."
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I spared a thought for the Captain but figured she was Tuvok's problem. I wondered what he was saying to her right now.
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Tom looked surprised at that and I explained, "I'm not the only one who's jealous. You and the Captain have been spending a lot time together lately."
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He said reassuringly, "Cha, those kind of thoughts never even crossed my mind." He held my hand and gave it a squeeze, then leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I'm yours. I belong only to you."
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Somewhat mollified, I said quietly, "And don't you ever forget it."
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Eyes shining with amusement, he said, "I won't. I promise."
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"OK. Let's go back to work." We picked up our trays and ignoring the smiles and whispers around us, headed out the door.
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Once in the relative privacy of the turbolift, Tom turned serious and inquired, "Are you going to punish me for what I did?"
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"No, of course not." I touched his lips with my fingers briefly. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's not like you did it intentionally to provoke me."
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He relaxed against the wall for a moment and let out a long breath. "I'm glad you see it that way. If you had said yes, I would have been very upset."
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I moved closer to him. "Would you have let me do it anyway, even though you disagreed with me?" I asked gently.
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He looked at the floor for a moment, then back at me and replied, "Yes. You know I would."
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I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss. "Then just be grateful I'm not a complete tyrant."
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He grinned and snorted softly. Then the lift doors opened and as he stepped out, I landed a not so gentle pat on his ass.
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"See you later."
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He just shook his head and we went our separate ways.
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I headed for the bridge to spend a quiet afternoon contemplating all I'd felt and thought and done over the last few days while keeping half an eye on the activities going on around me.
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An amused Captain Janeway made a short appearance mid-way through the afternoon and informed me that Tuvok had put his Vulcan foot down. He'd given her exactly two more evenings with Tom to finish the bowling alley program.
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The last thing she mentioned was that due to these constraints she and Tom might have to work later than usual, if he was willing.
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I just told her to ask him.
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When she left the bridge, a huge grin appeared on my face as I imagined Tuvok laying down the law. For some reason, all of this made me feel much better.
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My mood continued to improve throughout the rest of the afternoon shift and Tom made note of it during dinner. He also asked permission to work late for the next two nights which I granted as a matter of course.
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I only requested that he com me if he had any idea of how late he'd be so that I'd know whether or not to wait up for him.
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After dinner, I headed for the resort. I got one of those fat, fruity drinks and parked myself at a table determined to do some people watching.
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Before long, Ensign Kim approached and asked if he could join me. Pleasantly surprised, I said yes and pulled out the chair next to me.
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"So how are you this evening, Commander?"
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"Fine. Yourself?"
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"I'm doing great." He sipped his drink thoughtfully.
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Amused by his caution, I lowered my voice and asked conspiratorially, "So no heavy date tonight?"
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His eyes widened and he blushed as he replied, "No. Not tonight. Actually, I'm taking a break. I, uh, need to rest up, if you know what I mean."
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I thought about teasing him and mentioning Neelix's vitamins but decided not to push my luck. Instead, I smiled and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean."
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He straightened up suddenly and stated, "Commander, I just wanted to say thank you."
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"For what?"
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Harry cleared his throat, looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice. "For assigning me to work in the Biophysics lab. It's...um, made my life so much more...interesting."
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I grinned at him. "You are most welcome. I told you I had plans for dealing with this boring region of space, didn't I?"
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"Oh, yes, sir. So you did." He smiled back and took a large swig of his drink. Rising, he added, "Anyway, thanks again. Have a good evening, Commander."
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"You, too. Rest up!" I called out as he moved toward the bar to get a refill.
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I looked around and saw lots of ladies and gents in varying styles of bathing wear, most of which showed their assets to the best advantage. Deciding that the floor show wasn't doing me any favors in the sexual tension department, I finished my drink and left.
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Walking through the corridor on the way to the 'lift, I heard the mutterings of a heated exchange and then a slap. It was loud enough to point me in the right direction and I came across Torres and Dalby around the corner.
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She was glaring at him, as usual, but this time there was a difference. He was holding a hand over his ass as if to ward off another blow.
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I just stood there and smiled until they noticed me. When they did, I asked calmly, "Is everything all right here?"
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He blushed and she rapped out, "Yes, sir. Everything is just *fine*."
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Nodding and trying hard not to laugh out loud, I continued on my way.
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Once I got back to my quarters, I changed into my robe and went about my usual routine. I was still amused by the day's events, including my own overreaction to Tom and Kathryn enjoying each other's company. After all, it wasn't like I caught them in the act itself.
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Then there was Ensign Kim, Torres and Dalby to round out my night. I sat on the couch and thought about things, wondering if I had the time or the inclination to watch more of Tom's vid.
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Remembering that I might not have the opportunity for very much longer, I went ahead and got prepared for yet another dose of soul searching and Tom.
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I slipped the disk into the viewer and sighed my way through a few entries dealing with his complaining about working in Sickbay, his blaming me for making him do it, which changed into his thanking me for the same thing, and a few notes about how much he got off on our sex life.
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Then came his reaction to my error of letting Tuvok into my quarters when Tom wasn't decently covered (his words). I merely skimmed that one as I couldn't handle any more evidence of my mistakes at that point. All I really recall from that entry is the part where he admitted that he couldn't beat me even though I offered to let him. I decided to watch this entry again later, when I felt up to thinking about it.
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I paused the vid, checked the time and discovered it was nearly 2200. I figured I might as well watch some more and restarted it. What I saw worried me.
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Tom looked like hell. He appeared exhausted, lines of strain showing on his face. "I'm so tired I don't even know if this will make sense.... Chakotay was injured in Engineering today. The Doc assures me that he'll be all right but it's hard to believe considering the condition he was in when he was beamed to Sickbay.
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"The Doc called for me immediately and I almost burst a vessel getting there. Anyway, we fixed him. The Doc did the complicated stuff, like putting his head back together. He made me watch every single thing he did. Fuck! It was physically painful for me seeing Cha, my lover, like that. And all that blood...." He trailed off and squeezed his eyes shut then shook his head.
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Eventually, he opened his eyes and continued, "Well, now he's home. I finished regenerating his hands and face and he's sleeping again. He wakes up every now and then but mostly stays asleep. I check on him constantly. Between doing that and answering the Doc when he coms me, which seems like every five minutes, I haven't had a chance to do anything else.
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"He'll need to be taken care of and looked after for at least the next few days. I just know he'll be a horrible patient but I'll bet he'd rather have me hovering over him than the Doc." He grinned tiredly, rubbed his eyes and yawned.
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"I'm gonna take a nap now. No, better check on him first. End log."
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Well, this brought back memories. Poor Tom. I had no idea he was so affected by that event. I guess I'd been too out of it at the time to notice. Just then my badge chirped.
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"Paris to Chakotay."
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"Chakotay here."
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"I just wanted to let you know that I'll be home in about 30 minutes. OK?"
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"Sure. That's fine. See you then."
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"Paris out."
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I vaguely wondered why he'd been so formal but then my mind took a different turn.
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I thought back over our time together and was amazed at how much we'd both changed. It was only now that I truly appreciated all he had done for me, all he had taught me. I wondered how much more there was to learn.
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I realized that there were levels to our relationship that I'd never reached before with anyone else. It occurred to me then that my earlier approach to controlling our lives had become more subtle. Then again, we knew each other better now, trusted each other enough to show our true selves to one another and therefore didn't have to rely on such a structured agenda all the time.
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The power issues were still there but the lines had blurred a little out of sheer necessity. We would, on occasion, slip into and out of our roles when we felt like it but it was no longer the heavily stylized practice that it once had been.
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I was in unfamiliar territory in some ways and regarded it as a challenge. I knew Tom loved me. He demonstrated that clearly with everything he did for me and I loved him more than I thought possible.
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I wished he'd come home. I wanted to touch him, look at him, hear his voice. I sighed, put the vid away and went to sit on the couch. What a day.... Yet another ride on the emotional roller-coaster that my life had turned into recently.
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My thoughts veered to Tom again. Now that I understood and accepted my jealousy, I could think about bowling with a clear mind. It would be interesting to see what the finished program was like. I was actually looking forward to it. I pictured Tom, wearing the traditional shirt, ball in hand and chuckled. I wondered what color of shirt he'd choose. I hoped it wouldn't be blue.
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My mind wandered off on strange tangents and I let my eyes close...just for a minute. The next thing I knew, Tom was stroking my face gently, trying to wake me up.
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I opened my eyes and caught his fingers, bringing them to my lips for a kiss. "You're home. Good. How did it go tonight?"
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"It went fine. We're almost finished. How about I tell you the details in the morning?"
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I was tired and he knew it. I let him help me up and we went to bed. One goodnight kiss later and I was asleep with no nightmares to bother me.
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I woke up a few hours later curled around Tom with his hard cock in my hand and an erection of my own, which I had been rubbing against his ass. I tightened my grip slightly and heard him gasp.
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"Tom? You awake?" I queried softly.
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"Yeah," he grated.
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"Why didn't you wake me?"
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"Hey, if you want to give me a handjob in your sleep, who am I to complain?"
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I smiled in the darkness. He had a point. He reached under his pillow and pulled out the lube. Pressing it into my hand, he remarked, "It feels like you're in the same condition I am. Would you please fuck me and put us both out of our misery?"
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At that, I laughed out loud. My Tom, such a romantic. "Sure you're up to it?" I stroked his ass meaningfully.
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"Yes. Do it...please?" He brought his legs up and hummed his appreciation when I started stretching him.
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A few minutes later, I slipped inside him easily and reached for his cock with my greased fingers. We stayed on our sides and I fucked him slowly, gently, kissing and licking his shoulders, dragging my teeth across the soft skin of his upper back.
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He shivered deliciously in my embrace as I slid my left arm underneath him and started playing with his chest. We kept it going for a very long time. Who needed to sleep anyway? He reached back around me and fondled my ass, feeling my muscles contract every time I thrust into him.
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"Gods, Cha, you feel so good. I love it when you're inside me."
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"I love being inside you. I feel so connected to you when we do this."
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"I know what you mean...uh, do that again."
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"What? This?" I pulled out some and changed angles slightly and thrust back in.
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"Oooohhh, yeah, that." He started moaning and I kept it up, letting him fuck my hand, knowing the dual sensations would make him fly.
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I used my teeth to add to his sensory overload and when I pinched his nipples hard, he went over the edge with a whimper and a cry.
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When his dick became too sensitive to touch, I moved my hand to his belly and pressed him back against me tightly. I gave him a few moments, then continued fucking him until I came with a soft, yet intense moan.
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When I finally slipped out of him and rolled onto my back, he grabbed the towel and cleaned us both. I pulled him into my arms to lie half on top of me and kissed him a few times. I brought one of his legs up to rest on my groin and slid a finger deep inside his still moist ass.
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"Um, Cha?" he murmured.
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"Hmm?"
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"May I ask why you have your finger inside me?"
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I stroked his face with my free hand, "Because I feel like it." Then I kissed him again.
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He sighed and snuggled closer. "Oh."
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"Go to sleep, Tom."
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"Yes, sir."

END OF PART 17

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