Taming of Tom Paris, Part 21


By Britta


The first time I woke up, Tom was washing my fingers with a warm, wet cloth. I tried to rise but he pushed me back down and dried my hand quickly, saying softly, "Go back to sleep."
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Obviously I did, because the second time I woke up he was nowhere to be found and I had to hit the head or burst. All that tea and soup from the night before made its reappearance in a new form. After that, I checked the time and was surprised that it was almost 0600.
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Since Tom was playing boss until noon and could do anything he liked, I decided that because he wasn't around so could I. Feeling like a total hedonist, I went back to bed where sleep claimed me so quickly I didn't have time to miss Tom's presence.
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They say the third time is a charm. In my case this was certainly true. I woke up yet again, only this time my beloved was sucking my cock and sliding a slick finger into my ass. "Mmm...Tom," I moaned semi-intelligibly.
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He removed his lips with a soft popping sound, releasing my erection from the vacuum his mouth had created. "Good morning," he said cheerfully, his finger probing my ass more deeply.
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I twitched and responded by squeezing back. "Good morning to you, too. Would you mind telling me why you have your finger up my ass?" I yawned.
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He smiled broadly and replied, "Turnabout is fair play. I woke up with what felt like half your hand inside me and decided to return the favor. I can't believe you kept your fingers in me all night long. You must have a real thing for doing that."
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I grinned and pulled him down for a kiss, then said baldly, "Face facts, Tom. We *both* have a thing for that and you know it."
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He blushed a deep red and rapidly turned his attention back to my cock, refusing to answer in words. Instead, he put his heart and soul into pleasuring me and soon had me groaning as my orgasm hit full force.
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His finger never left my ass as he continued stretching and teasing my muscles. I allowed him to do it for as long as he liked without complaint or asking any questions. I figured he wanted to screw me and I was so contented and relaxed by that time he could've taken me without much preparation at all.
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Eventually, he removed his fingers, wrapped my legs around his neck and proceeded to fuck me hard. He didn't say a word the whole time but stared into my eyes with an unfathomable expression on his face.
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I remained silent but couldn't help panting and gasping as he repeatedly aimed for my prostate and found it time and again with unerring precision. I thought there was no way I could come again, not in such a short period of time.
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I was wrong.
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He pounded into me relentlessly until my balls gave up what little juice they had left and I nearly passed out from the intensity of the internal stimulation he inflicted on me.
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Only when I resembled something without bones lying beneath him did he allow himself to climax, which he did with an exquisite grimace.
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Long moments later, he unwound us and cleaned us up, then came to lie by my side, gathering me into his arms and holding me close.
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I waited until I'd regained enough energy to speak, then asked, "What was that for?"
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He gazed into my eyes steadily and replied softly, "It was for me."
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He kissed me then and I smiled at him, relaxed into his embrace and closed my eyes thinking it was about time he took something for himself. Drifting in and out of the haze that follows sexual satiation, I allowed myself to let go of all control. Tom held me and took care of me and loved me and that was all I needed to know.
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Life was good.
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For a little while anyway.
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Suddenly, one our badges chirped and Tom swore under his breath. Reaching over to the nearest nightstand and nearly pounding the badge to smithereens with his fist, he snapped, "Paris here and it had better be good."
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The Doctor's prissy voice intruded into our own private universe and all but destroyed the peace we had achieved. "Lieutenant Paris, I require your presence in Sickbay immediately, if not sooner."
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Tom's face reflected his belief that nothing good ever lasts long enough when he is involved. "I'll be there as quickly as I can. Paris out."
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His voice expressed pure resignation to his fate and I felt his disappointment as if it were my own, which, in a way it was. I kissed him quickly and said, "Go. I'll make it up to you later."
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After he left me, I tried to recapture the feeling of being in his arms, loved and cared for but I could not. The mood was gone. I called for the time and discovered it to be just past 0800. Great. What should I do now?
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I didn't know how long Tom would be held up in Sickbay. I decided to take a quick shower and then meditate. Breakfast could wait. Maybe he would be back in time for us to have it together.
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As it turned out, he wasn't. He commed me in the midst of what sounded like a fracas and explained that he wouldn't be free until who knew when.
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Not wanting the participants to know I was snooping, I contacted Tuvok privately and was reassured that everything was under control.
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No explanation was given and I assumed it had something to do with Doctor/patient privilege. Somewhat satisfied that Tom was all right, even though I couldn't go see for myself, I went ahead with my meditation.
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The session pacified me and allowed me to move through the morning without too much trouble. I ate, went for a walk on the holodeck, did the things I felt I was supposed to do. Still, a niggling sensation of unease persisted.
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Returning home for lunch, having regretfully seen the noon hour come and go, I changed into my robe and wondered what was so all-important that it kept Tom in Sickbay for all this time. I was just about to com him and ask when he rushed through the door and without stopping, practically skidded into the bedroom.
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I caught a glimpse of blood on his uniform and hurried after him. "Tom? Are you all right?"
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He was yanking off his stained clothes and seemed preoccupied until he heard the urgency of my voice. "I'm fine, Cha. Don't worry. It's not my blood."
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"What happened?" I was still very concerned and held out my arms.
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He came to me without hesitation and answered, "Let me take a shower and I'll tell you all about it, OK?"
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I kissed him and held him tightly for a few moments, letting my adrenaline rush fade. "Have you had anything to eat?"
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"No."
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"OK. You get clean while I get us some food."
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With that, he scurried into the bathroom.
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I went to the replicator and spent some of our rations on a hearty meal for the two of us. By the time the food was on the table, Tom had finished his shower and joined me. His hair was damp and curling at the edges. His skin was flushed from the hot water and he looked much more relaxed than when he'd first come home.
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Eating was more important than explanations at that point, I decided. I was grateful that Tom was almost always naked in my presence as I took advantage of that and appraised his body critically, discovering nothing amiss. Assured that he was all right, we got down to the business of eating.
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I let him have the lion's share of the simple egg-based casserole that I'd ordered simply because he hadn't had breakfast and I had.
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Rounding off our meal with some fruit, I asked him just what had gone on in Sickbay that required his presence when the Doctor had given him the morning off. I also wanted to know if or when he'd have to return.
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He finished his last bite of peach and rose to clear the table before answering me. I forestalled him saying, "Sit. I'll take care of it this time."
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Giving me a look of surprise, he settled back in his chair and drank the coffee that I knew he enjoyed so much.
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As I placed our dishes in the recycler, I said, "Talk to me. Tell me why you came into our quarters doing warp nine, covered in blood." I got another mug of tea and rejoined him at the table.
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He grinned tiredly and said, "It's not as bad as you think. Just a little domestic squabble between our Chief Engineer and the other black sheep of the Maquis."
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"Oh? Is it confidential?" I asked, secretly dying of curiosity. Anything Torres and Dalby got up to had to be interesting.
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He slugged down some more coffee and indicated the cup, "Thank you for this. I needed it just now."
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"You're welcome." I waited until he was ready to continue and thought he might need some extra sleep since his cycle had been interrupted. Either that or maybe I'd rearrange the schedules one more time.
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Sighing, he smiled widely and said, "It won't be confidential for long and you are the First Officer so I guess you need to know."
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"Know what?" I wondered why he was drawing this out so long.
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He leaned forward and took my hand. "B'Elanna is pregnant."
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My jaw almost hit the table and I overturned my tea, creating a mess of the first order. I stood and swiped at the flood with the hem of my robe, trying to contain my shock.
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Tom just laughed at me and handled the cleanup expertly while I stood there like a Borg drone that hadn't been activated.
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When the table had been dried and Tom helped me out of my soaking wet robe, I sat down and tried to imagine how she took the news.
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Tom grabbed the blanket off the sofa and wrapped it around me then got another mug of tea and placed it on the table before me. "Do you want to hear the rest?"
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I blinked and looked at him sitting there, wondering why he bundled me up in this thing when he was naked as well. Didn't he get cold? I would ask him later.
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"Cha? You OK? Did you hear me?" His voice rose in pitch and volume with each word.
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He stared at me worriedly and I shook myself out of the odd state I'd fallen into. "I'm sorry. I was somewhere else for a moment. What else happened?"
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He took my wrist into his hand and smiled at me. I knew he was taking my pulse the old-fashioned way and kept quiet for the few seconds he had to count. Then he smoothed his other hand across my brow and through my hair, no doubt checking my temperature.
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I felt myself land with a mental thump back into the here and now and remarked, "You have a good bedside manner. Please tell me the rest of the story."
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He grinned and kissed me, then sat down again and began talking. "It's not a big drama, really. To make a long story short, Torres went to work several hours early. She then barfed all over Engineering and one of the crew called Dalby who hauled her off to Sickbay.
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"The Doc checked her out and told her the good news. She went nuts and attacked the father of her child, breaking his nose, kneeing him in the groin and rendering his spleen useless."
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"Oh, is *that* all?" I replied incredulously.
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He hesitated then came clean. "Well, by the time I got there, she had been restrained by Security and the Doc was trying to fix up Dalby. Once I arrived, he told me to take care of Dalby and corralled B'Elanna behind a forcefield to see why she went ballistic. It turns out that she's suffering from a major hormone imbalance. Gods, Cha, just imagine what a half-Klingon in hormone hell would be like! It's no wonder she tore up most of Sickbay before they got her under control."
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I thought then that life aboard Voyager had just become significantly more interesting.
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He sipped his coffee and went on, "Anyway, the Doc cut me loose and called for repairs to be made to Sickbay. I'm free until morning." He gave me a smile filled with hidden meaning.
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I took a drink of my tea and smiled back. "So am I. What would you like to do until then?"
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He tried to hide his surprise and said, "You're letting me choose?"
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"Mm hmm, I told you that I would make this morning up to you. So we will do whatever you want this afternoon and evening. You get to be in charge. What do you say?" I figured why not let him have this opportunity. I'd start working gamma shift tomorrow night and then our time together would be limited.
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"Sounds good to me." He grinned wickedly at me for a moment. "Let me check on a couple of things then I'll tell you what I want to do."
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He moved to the desk and used the terminal for a few minutes while I sat and sipped my tea. I wondered idly how B'Elanna's pregnancy would affect the ship. I thought there would certainly be betting pools springing up all over the place as soon as the news got out.
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Tom returned to the table and his coffee, smiling the way he does when things go just the way he hoped they would.
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I inquired, "So what's first on your agenda?"
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He replied neutrally, "Finishing my coffee."
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Oh, the secretive Tom was back. This should make for an unusual day. I kept quiet and drank my tea. If he wanted to call the shots to the degree I suspected, that was fine with me. Maybe it was time he got the full treatment. He appeared to be ready for it.
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I hadn't allowed him this much control over me before. I learned a long time ago, however, that this sort of role reversal was necessary from time to time. It would ease the pressure on both of us.
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Controlling someone's life is hard work. Letting someone control your life can be harder. It all depends on the circumstances. With all the weirdness of living on Voyager the way we did, our relationship was as far from the "normal" D/s thing that it could be. I had a feeling that we would not survive in this fashion if we were back in the Alpha Quadrant. There, we wouldn't be so isolated, insulated and alone. The intensity level would change dramatically.
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Be that as it may, Tom and I had both grown a lot since we began seeing each other. I was curious to see what he had in mind for us today. At the very least, I would learn something and at the most, I'd have a great time. I decided to go the distance in our role exchange and see how he reacted to it.
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I finished my tea and patiently waited until he drank the last of his coffee then rose and put the mugs into the recycler. I placed the blanket back on the couch and picked up my robe then went into our bedroom. I stuffed my robe and his bloodied uniform into the 'fresher while he stood in the doorway with an uncertain expression on his face watching me perform the chores he usually did.
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When I was finished, I went to him and dropped to my knees at his feet. Eyes downcast, I waited for his reaction.
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It was swift in coming.
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He walked away from me without a word.
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I waited, not moving until I heard the door to our cabin open and close. Looking up, I noticed the blanket on the couch was gone and so was Tom.
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Damn! It appeared that I'd miscalculated badly. I dressed quickly and grabbed some clean clothes for him then asked for a location check. Of course, I was told he was in our quarters because his badge was here. Sighing my frustration, I wondered where he would go wearing only a blanket.
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Knowing Tom, it could be anywhere. He had the panache to pull anything off. I turned around and happened to see the terminal screen which was showing something rather than being blank. It told me Tom had reserved a holodeck for us from 1330 to 1530.
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I thought that was a good place to start looking for him. Off I went in search of the other half of myself wondering if he would ever forgive me.
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As I walked down the corridors and rode the 'lift, a few people gave me strange looks and I took it as a sign that I was on the right track.
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I arrived at the holodeck and checked out which programs were running where. Only one place had a privacy lock and I entered my personal code to see if I could go in.
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The doors opened and I walked inside. I found myself in Tom's paradise program. The place with the beaches and palm trees. The place we had first talked about things.
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I dumped his clothes on the ground near the door and took off my own. I looked around and spotted footprints in the sand. Following them, I soon caught up with Tom.
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He was sitting on the blanket at the edge of the hard sand, drawing pictures in it with a stick. I sat down next to him and waited silently for him to speak.
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It was bright and hot. The waves broke gently on the shore creating a soothing, rhythmic sound. He ignored me until I touched his shoulder and said, "I'm sorry."
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At that, he looked at me, sighed heavily and threw the stick into the sea.
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He stood up and pulled me to my feet then grabbed the blanket and towed me up the beach to a shady spot under some trees. He spread the blanket out and plopped down on it, sitting cross-legged. He pointed to the area in front of him and I copied his position.
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Knees touching, we sat there. Anger almost physically sparked off of him to mix with my confusion. His voice was tight as he said, "I'm really mad at you. I want you to know that. You've fucked up before but never like this."
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I gazed into his troubled blue eyes. I felt like I was out of my depth. I didn't understand why he was so upset. All I knew was that I had misjudged things but I didn't know how much or why.
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He scowled at me and demanded, "Why did you do it?"
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"Do what?" I answered helplessly.
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He pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes for a long moment. Then, raking his fingers through his hair, he said, "You don't get it, do you?"
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I responded quietly, "No. I don't. I'm sorry, Tom. I don't understand what I did wrong. Please tell me."
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He sighed in exasperation and twisted his hands together as if he didn't know what to do with them. "It was more than one thing, Cha. I'll try to explain it as clearly as I can. Just give me a minute."
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"OK. Take all the time you need." I waited as patiently as I could while worrying and feeling a sense of absolute dread. As he let go of some of his wilder emotions, my tension increased. What had I done? Would he leave me?
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Taking a deep breath, he said evenly, "First off, you told me I could be in charge, that I'd get to make the decisions about what we'd do today."
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I just nodded.
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"Then you went and pulled that slaveboy routine on me!" He stopped as suddenly as he'd started when he noticed that I was even more confused than before.
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He stared at me and waited for comprehension to sink in. When it didn't, he continued more gently, "Cha, you took away my choices when you upped and did the things I normally do. I didn't ask you to do any of that. It felt like you were trying to control me again, you know? Like they say in the texts, 'topping from the bottom'.
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"I know you have a hard time giving up control and I think now that maybe you aren't even aware of it." He looked at me with an odd, hard expression on his face.
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I thought about all he'd said and rubbed my face trying to quickly examine my true motives for what I'd done. It didn't work. This was something I needed to spend some time on. Meditation was necessary.
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Upset with myself, I conceded to him, "You may be right. I didn't intend to force you into doing anything. I just thought that by putting you in charge we'd reverse our roles. I wanted to give you a taste of what I feel all the time when we're together. It appears that you've uncovered yet another of my faults...or at the least a blind spot I wasn't aware of. In the future, will you let me know when I screw up by saying so right away? Please don't leave me the way you did today. OK?"
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His anger had cooled considerably by the time I was finished with my short speech and he gazed at me with more compassion than I deserved. He took my hand and said, "OK. I promise to call you on it whenever you get close to doing it again."
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I kissed his hand and said sincerely, "Thank you. Now will you tell me what else it was I did to piss you off so royally that you walked out wearing only a blanket?"
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He looked at the sea for a few minutes then mumbled, "It was when you kneeled in front of me."
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I peered at him incredulously, wondering why that would bother him. "Oh? What about it?" I had taken it for granted that he understood why I'd done it.
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He reached for my face and traced my tattoo with his fingertip. "You should never do that," he said softly.
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"Why not?" I asked.
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"It's not right." His fingertip wandered across my temple and down my jawline.
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"Tell me why it's not right. I've gone down on my knees before to suck you off."
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"That's different. The other is wrong for you. Demeaning. I can't stand seeing you like that. You aren't that way. Promise me you won't do it again." He held my face in his palm, his thumb rubbing over my lips and waited for me to answer.
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This seemed like one of those things that no amount of discussion could change. For some reason it really bothered him and rather than delve into the reasons why, I just accepted it. "I promise."
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"Thank you. I feel a lot better now knowing I won't have to see you like that." He smiled a little. "Come for a walk with me?"
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"Sure." We stood up and he hugged me. I took the opportunity to say, "Tom, I didn't intend to upset you. I hope this hasn't ruined your day. Will you forgive me?"
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He kissed me and replied, "Of course I forgive you. Just don't play slaveboy for me again. I don't like it."
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"OK. I won't. Can I ask you something though?"
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He took my hand and we walked along the beach, getting our feet wet. "Ask anything you want," he answered.
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I thought about this whole thing and it occurred to me that Tom never complained about the fact that I kept him naked at home. "Does it bother you that I don't let you wear clothes when you're with me?"
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He squeezed my hand and smiled. "No, not anymore."
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"You don't feel it's demeaning?"
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"No. I know why you do it. You don't tell me to do anything that would make me feel degraded or humiliated. You keep me naked because you like to look at me and touch me. And that makes me feel good because I know you enjoy it."
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"You said 'not anymore'. Did it bother you at first?"
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"Not really. At first I didn't understand how you felt or even how I felt. Now, though, I like it. You don't know how freeing it is to not have to wear clothes." He peered at me with a wry grin and speculated, "Then again, maybe you do know."
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I did know. Being nude has always had many effects, one of which is the easing of inhibitions. "Do you ever get cold?"
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"No. You keep the place warmer than anywhere else on the ship except Neelix's kitchen. Besides, you almost always have me in your arms or something to keep me warm. You touch me a lot and that turns me on which also keeps me warm." He smiled at me and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
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So he did notice the temperature. And I thought I was being sneaky by increasing it by a couple of degrees. Oh well.
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We strolled along, hand-in-hand enjoying the view and the water. After a particularly long stretch of silence, I said, "You're being awfully quiet. Are you still upset?"
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"Hmm? No. I'm just thinking about things."
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"Anything you care to share?"
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He stopped and turned to me, a slight frown of concentration creasing his brow. "Cha, do you want kids?"
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Surprised at the change of subject, I replied, "No. Not really. If I had wanted to be a family man, I'd have stayed on my homeworld and done the usual thing. Why? Do you want kids?"
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"No. I have no desire to be a parent. Although I will admit I wonder what a combination of you and me would be like." He grinned self-consciously.
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"With our luck, we'd get a hell-raiser," I said.
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"Yeah," he agreed.
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We continued walking, this time back the way we came. When we reached the blanket, he said, "Lie down on your back and close your eyes. I'll be back in a minute."
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I complied and waited to see what he would do.
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He curled up next to me, using my body like a giant pillow and whispered, "You can look now."
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I opened my eyes to see a huge, shining moon hanging over the sea. The harsh brightness of day had been replaced by soft, silvery moonlight.
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It was breathtaking and I said so.
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Tom replied, "Good. I'm glad you like it. It will give you something pretty to look at while I take a nap."
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I smiled and held him while he slept, grateful that he was still with me. I thought over the events of the day so far and wondered what the evening would bring.
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