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softness of her cheek with his fingertips.

  "A very long time, Tom. Actually it is kind of nice. I'm not

  saying I don't miss the boys, but I had forgotten how wonderful

  it was to experience peace and quiet and not to have to do

  anything."

  "I know, I feel the same way." Tom bent down and kissed her as

  his fingers tap danced over the control panel. "I've activated

  the scanners, and according to my readings there isn't anybody

  but Voyager within scanning range, I'm going to put the scanners

  in security mode to alert us if anyone does show up and initiate

  the autopilot. It's time for bed, my dear."

  That first night they undressed, lit the candles, and slipped in

  under the cool satin sheets only to find that under the pillows,

  several small packages wrapped in silver paper and tied up with

  blue bows had been hidden. One contained chocolate truffles from

  the Captain, another pictures of the twins from Harry and Alera,

  still another massage oil from the Delaney sisters, and the last

  one four dermal regenerators and two osteo simulators from the

  Doctor with an enclosed message telling them to beware of

  increased hormonal activity, but if they couldn't, please to use

  these with his compliments.

  "Everyone has been so kind, Tom," B'Elanna said as she removed

  one of the bottles of citrus-scented massage oil from the box and

  removed the cap to smell the contents.

  Tom smiled up at her and rolled over on his stomach. "Are you

  going to smell that all night, or are you going to use it?" he

  asked.

  "Oh definitely use it," his wife answered with a purr to her

  voice. She dribbled the oil over his back and started to massage

  it in with her strong hands.

  The next day started with the two spending a luxurious lazy

  morning in bed. They'd sleep, make love, talk, eat, and then

  start all over again.

  That night Tom re-checked the autopilot and set the alarm to

  alert them before they reached orbit.

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  The sound of the alarm woke the groggy pilot and his wife from a

  deep sleep. As B'Elanna opened her eyes and stretched, Tom

  slipped unintentionally from under the red satin sheets and

  landed with a loud thump on the deck of the shuttle.

  "That's some exit," B'Elanna commented as she tried to refrain

  from giggling. "Are you hurt?"

  Tom pulled himself up and rubbed the point of contact -- his

  bottom. "Just my um pride, vixen."

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  "Damn," he muttered as he grabbed his briefs and hurriedly tried

  to pull them on as he made his way to the front of the shuttle,

  first jumping on one foot and then the other until the shorts

  were finally in position and he was finally sitting at the helm.

  Sitting on the bed with the red sheets wrapped around her

  bronzed, nude body, B'Elanna laughed until tears ran down her

  cheeks. "Why are you bothering putting those on? Afraid some

  alien might see you in all your glory?

  "So you thought that was funny, huh?" the pilot finally asked

  after he completed the programming so that the shuttle could

  achieve orbit.

  B'Elanna could only nod her head, speech was impossible at the

  present moment as all she could do was laugh.

  "Well maybe you think this is funny, he said and he sprang out of

  his seat with a wicked grin on his face and threw himself back on

  the bed and began to tickle his lovely wife. "Come on love,

  let's get dressed and land this shuttle and see what idyllic

  piece of paradise Harry found for us?"

  "Okay, but can't we...ah...*play* a little bit first?," she

  asked as she approached him on hands and knees, growling.

  "You read my mind, wife. Take me I'm yours!"

  B'Elanna needed no further invitation.

  Chapter 5

  The sun shining down upon the planet, caused the couple to blink

  against the brightness. They shielded their eyes against the

  light when their eyes still hadn't adjusted.

  "Sure is bright here," Tom stated the obvious.

  B'Elanna just nodded as she looked over the surroundings. The

  sky was a pale orange and the grass had a bluish tint. The trees

  seemed to go on forever.

  "It's beautiful, Tom," the half-Klingon breathed, "Harry picked a

  wonderful planet for our honeymoon."

  Tom smiled as he wrapped his left arm around his wife. Pulling

  her closer to him, he kissed the top of her head.

  "It sure is, B'Elanna. We should have Harry pick out our vacation

  spots more often."

  B'Elanna giggled as she put her arms around her husband's waist.

  She rubbed her cheek against his chest breathing in his familiar

  scent.

  "Do you have anything planned, Tom?" B'Elanna asked, a smile in

  her voice.

  Tom smiled, "I have a picnic planned, but first I want to explore

  this place."

  "Sounds wonderful. When?"

  "How about now?"

  B'Elanna looked up at him to see his blue eyes sparkling with an

  excited fire. Their fire excited her as well, she smiled at him

  and nodded.

  "Good. I'll get the food," Tom said, letting her go and entering

  the shuttle.

  Ten minutes later, the couple, dressed in shorts and shirts were

  walking through the forest. Bird songs sounded through the air,

  bringing a sense of spring to the couple. A slight breeze ruffled

  their hair. Tom breathed in the fresh air and smiled.

  "Nice to be breathing actual air," he remarked.

  B'Elanna nodded, "I bet you're already getting an idea for

  another holoprogram."

  Tom chuckled, "You know me so well, B'Elanna." The two laughed

  as they walked arm in arm deeper into the woods. A few minutes

  later, the couple came across a clearing filled with wildflowers.

  The slight breeze caused the flowers to sway as if they were the

  waves of an ocean.

  "It's perfect," Paris said enjoying the view. He then turned to

  B'Elanna and asked, "Shall we?"

  B'Elanna looked at him, smiling. She nodded as she slid her arm

  into his. The two then walked into the clearing.

  "This looks like a good spot," Tom announced, looking around.

  They were in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by trees.

  B'Elanna helped her husband spread the blanket on the living

  carpet of flowers. Then sat down beside him as he opened the

  basket. She watched him as he brought forth a bottle of wine,

  French bread, and grapes.

  "Pretending we're in France, Tom?" Torres asked, smiling.

  Tom returned the smile, "Why not? Actually, though I don't care

  where I am as long as it's with you." B'Elanna blushed then

  said, "You really do talk too much, Paris."

  "And you never could take a compliment, Torres."

  "Touche."

  Tom smiled then opened the wine. He poured it into two glasses,

  handing one to B'Elanna.

  "To us," he said, his eyes dark with seriousness.

  "To us," B'Elanna answered as she touched his glass to his. She

  then added, "And to our future together."

  "To our future together," Tom agreed. The two stared into
each

  other's eyes as they sipped the wine. Tom then drew a knife and

  brought out two plates. He sliced the bread then placed some

  pieces on the two plates. He picked up a grape and leaned toward

  her. B'Elanna opened her mouth and took the fruit offering. She

  closed her eyes as she chewed savoring the taste. Tom popped a

  grape into his mouth as he watched her eat. When she opened her

  eyes, he smiled.

  "Delicious," B'Elanna whispered.

  "Try the bread," Tom suggested as he picked up a slice. She

  followed suit.

  "Tom," B'Elanna began a moment later, "Why did you take so long

  to tell me you loved me? Why didn't you say it when you knew you

  did?"

  Tom put the glass he held down in his lap, and stared at it. *So

  we're back to this, huh?* He thought.

  He took a deep breath and looked at her, *Might as well tell

  her.* "I thought you wouldn't believe me. I thought you would

  just think of my reputation and believe I wanted only one

  thing."

  B'Elanna looked at her glass. He was right to a point. She had

  known, even before she became attracted to him, that he would

  never take advantage of her--that he just liked to flirt and

  nothing else.

  "Tom, you should have at least tried," she mentioned, "I never

  believed your reputation. I knew there was more to you than

  that."

  He smiled, "I know. I'm just glad we're together now. I love

  you so much."

  "I love you too, Tom."

  The two gazed at each other, the wind blowing through their

  hair. Then leaning over their food, they kissed passionately.

  Their tongues danced a duet as each ran their hands through

  the other's hair.

  B'Elanna ran her hands under Paris' shirt, running them over his

  chest. Then breaking the kiss, she removed his shirt. Then

  slipped her shirt up and over her head, smiling when Tom

  growled. He's getting pretty good at growling, she mused.

  Tom embraced her again as he gently pushed her down on the

  blanket. He was glad that she had decided against wearing a bra.

  He hated trying to take those things off. It always seemed to

  slow down the passion, though he had to admit not by much.

  He kissed and nipped his way down her body. She moaned his name

  as she dug her fingers into his unruly hair. He slowly stripped

  her shorts and underwear off then he went back to devouring her

  mouth.

  B'Elanna's hands ran up and down his back as she deepened the

  kiss. When their lips parted she nipped his cheek, then his

  neck. She gasped as his tongue flicked into her left ear.

  "Thomas!" She shouted as he giggled.

  "Sorry, couldn't resist."

  "Pig," she teased.

  "You love me anyway."

  B'Elanna was about to say something, but he began to suckle her

  breasts. Moaning, she arched her back toward his mouth;

  giving more of herself to him. "Tom," she moaned as he went from

  one breast to the other. She growled after a while, telling him

  to quit stalling. He answered her by spreading her legs apart

  and sliding into her. Making a sound between a moan and a gasp.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped him over,

  breaking the connection.

  Tom stared up at her, his blue eyes dark with arousal. He placed

  his hands on her hips as she bent over him. She kissed and

  nipped his chest, causing him to moan with pleasure.

  "B'Elanna," he moaned closing his eyes, as she licked his chest.

  B'Elanna rose to a sitting position and smiled at him. His eyes

  opened, but closed again as she brought herself down over him.

  Moaning his name she began to rock forward. Tom thrust up

  to meet her movements as they found their familiar rhythm.

  Their pace increased as they moaned each other's name. B'Elanna

  placed her hands on his chest as she furiously rocked her hips

  forward. Her head tilted back as Paris' thrusts came faster.

  "Oh, Tom," she breathed as she felt herself nearing the edge.

  Tom then sat up and wrapped his arms around her. Burying his

  face in her neck as he thrust deeper inside her. He heard

  B'Elanna growl as she met his movements. Their breathing became

  quicker.

  Suddenly, B'Elanna cried out, pulling Paris' blonde hair as she

  deliriously fell over the edge. Tom thrust one last time and

  released into her. His cry was a mixture of both pain and

  pleasure. Tom fell back onto the blanket, bringing B'Elanna with

  him. As she came back down to earth, she noticed the feel of his

  warm arms wrapped around her. She snuggled closer to him as she

  sighed.

  "You pulled my hair when you climaxed," Tom mentioned, sleepily.

  "Sorry," B'Elanna answered, a smile playing on her lips, "It must

  of hurt."

  "I'll live," he said as he yawned. "Want to stay here or go back to the shuttle?"

  B'Elanna rubbed her cheek against his chest as her right hand

  moved down his arm. She then sat up, and looked at him. His

  eyes were clear and bright and wanted an answer. She smiled and

  gave him one.

  "If you think you can walk, we can go back to the shuttle."

  Tom smiled then sat up. He wrapped his arms around her as he

  kissed her forehead.

  "I can walk, Lanna. Just lead the way."

  She laughed then stood to get dressed. He followed suit. After

  picking up the blanket and placing the dishes and food back into

  the basket, the couple headed for the shuttle.

  Chapter 6

  "I've spotted a craft on the surface," Qret informed his leader

  as his large hands adjusted a series of knobs.

  "Excellent!" Lodar exclaimed as he approached the junior officer

  from behind. "Show me."

  Qret fine-tuned the visual display and a small blip appeared on

  the screen in front of him. "By the mass of the vessel, I'd say

  it was only equipped to handle a small number--possibly four or

  five at the best, depending on the type of species."

  "Good work. Prepare to land," the Commander announced with a

  feral grin to the other two members of his small crew. Qret,

  evaluate the planet for viable options, and make it interesting,

  it's been a long time--too long," Lodar ordered with a sinister

  laugh.

  * * * * * *

  Tom and B'Elanna holding hands began their walk back along the

  path to the shuttle or their 'honeymoon hotel' as they had

  started to call it. B'Elanna carried the blanket and Tom held

  the picnic basket. They would take turns, one pulling the other

  along and vice a versa, occasionally laughing and kissing each

  other as they made their way back. Tom dropped the basket at one

  point, closing his eyes he pulled his wife into an embrace. They

  shared a deep kiss, which left them both breathless. Tom opened

  his eyes but before he could focus he felt himself and B'Elanna

  enveloped by a transporter beam.

  When the beam finally deposited them, they found themselves

  standing together in a small bare gray room. Pipes ran along the

  ceiling next to small lights that provided only minimum light.


  From some of the larger pipes a type of steam escaped every so

  often. Leaking from other smaller pipes was a odoriferous oily

  substance which dripped onto the deck where they stood.

  Tom held on to his wife tightly and she did the same to him.

  Neither was about to let go of the other until questions had been

  asked.

  "Tom, what happened?" B'Elanna asked as she looked around at

  their surroundings.

  "I don't know B'Elanna, but I don't have to tell you I don't like

  it. And for some strange reason, something about this place

  seems familiar," he said as he looked up and around in the poor

  light, trying to determined what is was about this place made him

  feel that he had experienced this before.

  "Well whatever it is," B'Elanna said scrunching her nose. "This

  place sure does stink."

  "You can say that again. That's it! That's what's familiar--the

  smell."

  "The smell?"

  "Yep, now if only I could remember where it was I smelled it . .

  ." Tom's sentence was interrupted by the sound of a door

  creaking open. Instinctively, he positioned his wife behind him

  for her protection. There in the dim light on the other side of