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In The Mood
by Terranfem
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December 1998
Disclaimer: Tom Paris, Harry Kim and the whole slew of Star Trek
characters all belong to Paramount. No copyright infringements intended.
As for the song, I am not sure what the title is or who sings it but I
intend no copyright infringement on that either.
Introduction: This is not a follow-up to my song story "These Are
Words. . ." but after writing that one, I just couldn't stand the
thought of Harry being sad and alone and having a broken heart. He and Tom
belong together so this one is a much happier piece! :-)
Archiving: This will only be archived in my webpage. Please do not
archive anywhere else.
If you enjoyed/hated/loved this song story, I would really love to
receive any feedback you would like to send!
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"I'm in the mood for love…" Harry croons
into Tom's ears, snuggling close to his lover who was sitting
cross-legged on their bed, surrounded by computer padds.
Tom swats away the hand that is creeping up his thigh. "Stop it,
Harry! I'm trying to finish this report!" Tom didn't bother
to look up from the report he was working on for Chakotay.
Undaunted, Harry wets a finger and trails it lightly across Tom's
shoulders where the loose shirt had draped open revealing a patch of pale
luminescent skin. "Simply because you're near
me…" He leans down and plants a kiss on Tom's nape.
Tom wriggles his shoulders, trying to get rid of Harry's incredibly
distracting finger. If he was late in submitting his con report again,
Chakotay had threatened to put him on double shifts at the bridge, in
addition to his Sickbay shift. And Harry's near intoxicating presence
was not helping. "Harry, please!" he entreats, "If I
don't finish this report, Chakotay will yell at me for turning it in
late again."
Harry moves behind the pilot and raises Tom's loose shirt and starts
planting kisses down the length of Tom's spine.
Tom shivers in delight at the feel of Harry's full lips nibbling at
his back. Still, he struggles in vain to concentrate on finishing his
report. Where was he again? Oh yeah, right. "The warp plasma
manifolds were in a state of…" Tom tries to capture his train
of thought. If only Harry would. . . stop. . ." Oh gods, Harry!"
he moans as the ensign rests his head on Tom's lap, deliberately
rubbing his cheek against Tom's crotch.
"Funny but when you're near me…" Harry
continues to sing and directs a scorching seductive look at his lover. He
raises himself up from Tom's lap but skillful golden hands move
between Tom's firmly muscled thighs, freeing the hot throbbing shaft.
Tom's resolve to finish his report weakens as Harry's gaze blazes
through him. He groans as the ensign's very dexterous hands strokes
him to an even higher fever pitch. "Gods, Harry!"
"I'm in the mood for love!" Harry finishes the song
with a flourish.
Tom frantically keys in the last words of his report. "I recommend
that…." Almost done. There! With an exultant smile, he orders
the computer to transmit the report to Commander Chakotay's work file.
He carelessly tosses the padd to the floor and with one sweeping motion,
shoves all the other padds to the floor and flings himself at the grinning
amorous ensign, wrenching flimsy clothing from both their bodies.
Frenzied mouths meet and engage in heavy, tongue-tangling kissing while
the ensign's hands still strokes furiously. Deep groans issues from
Tom as Harry takes him over the edge. "Harry. . . " he moans
helplessly as pleasure suffuses his mind and body. The pilot rests for a
moment, gasping for breath as Harry grins down at him. Tom grins back and
swiftly pushes Harry onto his back, clasping Harry's hands above his
head.
Tom pins Harry with a conquering smile, his blue eyes crinkling impishly.
"Now I'm in the mood for love!" he declares, gazing
lovingly at the beautiful man beneath him.
The ensign surrenders joyfully, his lips parting temptingly in a silent
invitation which Tom is only too happy to accept.
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