"Eager to Please"
by Pari
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Note: This story assumes Tom and B'Elanna's relationship hasn't been doing too well for some time now and that the attraction between Tom and 7 isn't just based on lust or scientific curiosity - whether they know it yet or not. I plan to explore this idea in a sequel - if I ever get to it!:)
Another Note: This story has also been submitted to the Particle 7even website. Check them out - they're on my list of favorite links.
Warning: NC-17 for graphic sexual conduct (m/f) and some questionable language. Kiddies be forewarned.
Note to parents: I'm not responsible for any aforementioned kiddie that does not heed my warnings.
Now, on with the story....
"Eager to Please"
Tom Paris awoke that morning sated, rested, and feeling better than he could remember having felt in a long time - a fact that his sleep-clouded mind pondered at as he slowly began gaining consciousness. By all rights, he should be curled around the toilet this morning nursing the hangover of a lifetime - he couldn't even remember how he made it to his quarters last night. But here he was, feeling great, warm and comfortable, wrapped up only in his bedsheets and the warm, smooth limbs of his lover...
Tom's eyes flew open...his lover...and was suddenly intensely aware of the long, supine form stretched out next to his, asleep, face pillowed on his chest. Her naked breasts pressed against his side and one long, lovely leg was thrown over the both of his, slightly curved, the knee slightly brushing his genitals. He could feel the slight tickle of her hair against the underside of his chin, and feel her breath against him where her face was buried in the reddish-gold curls that sprinkled his bare chest. One of his hands rested on her naked hip, which had escaped the concealment of the bedsheets, and the other held one of her hands...a soft, slender hand. A hand outfitted with the unmistakeable circuitry of a Borg prosthesis.
Tom closed his eyes, steeling himself for a moment, then opened them again, knowing what he would see when he looked down at the woman beside him.
"Seven," he breathed, knowing the sound wasn't loud enough to wake her. The word was spoken partly as a whisper, almost as a moan. It held equal parts of disbelief, sudden remembrance, and awed wonder. 'I slept with Seven.' He looked down with amazement at the sleeping form in his arms. He smiled. He'd made love with Seven.
Gradually, more and more of Tom's conscious mind began to wake up, and with it certain other realizations and realities. He suddenly realized exactly what he'd just been thinking...and what he'd just done.
'Oh my God, I made love with Seven!' Tom suddenly thought with a start. He nearly jumped out of bed, but then Seven slightly shifted against him, sighing slightly and Tom held himself still. He gazed down at her with something slightly akin to panic. The words rang through his mind: 'I slept with Seven...I cheated on B'Elanna.'
Tom groaned aloud, closing his eyes on a wash of sudden horror. 'Oh God, I cheated on B'Elanna. I betrayed her...with Seven! I have just royally fucked up!'
He looked down at the quietly slumbering form, feeling almost as if he was about to hyperventilate...and he was probably damned close. He felt sick with himself. He'd just slept around on his girlfriend - proved true every nasty rumor about his hard-to-live-down reputation that he'd ever been accused of. Sure his relationship with B'Elanna had been just about on it's last leg for some time now. 'But, Jeez, this was not the wisest way to knock it on its ass, Tommy boy.' Shit, he'd fought with her over this very issue - her not trusting him to be faithful to her. And yet he had been unfaithful. And who with? Seven - who was, for all intense purposes, an emotional infant; a woman who didn't even realize she was human more than about a year ago; who had no idea what she was getting into the night before when she'd asked him to help her explore her sexuality.
'Oh, but you certainly showed her, didn't you, Tom?' Tom groaned, loudly, once again as he pictured some of the wilder moments of last night's affair in his head. 'Jesus, she was a fucking virgin! What in the name of the prophets were you thinking?'
He hadn't been - that was clear. All Seven had to do was sashay into Sandrine's and talk nice to him a little. Granted, you couldn't really call her an innocent victim, considering the whole seduction scene she'd created, but what did he do when faced with her advances? Act like a responsible, mature human being? Calmly explain to her the consequences of sexual interaction; the importance of initiating such an interaction? Explain the many and splendorous facts of maintaining a monogamous relationship like the one he had - used to have - with B'Elanna? It may have been a very troubled relationship- particularly during the past three months, but that was besides the point. And, he had to admit, considering the fact that the two of them had barely spent a pleasant moment alone in one another's company during that time you could barely even say they had a relationship anymore, but...'Hey, hey, hey,' Tom scolded himself, 'You're getting off track here; making excuses. The answer is no - you didn't do any of those things. She offered herself to you and, drunk or not, you practically ravaged her!'
And what he'd done before that, during their rather wild session of foreplay...'Oh, man, Tommy, you've done it now!'
But then all the noise and fidgeting coming from Tom's side of the bed had obviously begun to annoy his ex-Borg sleeping companion. Without waking, she rolled slightly away from him, further onto her back...and totally out from under the rumpled bedsheets, exposing herself fully.