The BLTS Archive - Polo: Cool-off by Narina (wazmons@hotmail.com ) --- Archiving: With Author's permission only Disclaimer: I know Tom and B'Elanna belong to Paramount, but I wanted them to have a bit of fun. I'll send them home shortly. Takes place after the events in "Polo" --- B'Elanna was tired, sore and very, very satisfied. Tom had outdone himself with his latest holodeck adventure. She had thoroughly enjoyed the Polo game, and what came later. At the moment she was helping Tom untack the string of sweaty ponies. As she removed their bridles, she rubbed each of them around their ears. They dipped their heads eagerly into her touch. Tom was nowhere in sight, but she heard his voice and the sound of running water. Coming around the corner of the barn, she encountered Tom, bare chested (she was wearing his shirt), still clad in breeches, hosing a pony. He was talking to the pony as he worked. B'Elanna paused a moment, enjoying the sight of him. "He sure knows how to fill out a pair of breeches" was her thought as she eyed him hungrily. All of a sudden Tom became aware of someone watching him. Looking up, he encountered the slightly feral look of B'Elanna. He shut off the hose and started scraping the excess water off the pony. The movement was doing very nice things to the muscles in his arms, B'Elanna thought. Working together in a companionable silence, they hosed the sweat out of the ponies's coats. Tom was covertly watching B'Elanna. He loved to watch her when she immersed in something. Inextricably, B'Elanna could be very self conscious, especially when it came to her body. God only knew why. If she could see how great she looked in those form fitting breeches. He grinned at the way his shirt hung so large on her petite frame. Suddenly she bent over to pick up the sweat scraper and Tom was reminded that the object of his affections wasn't wearing any underwear. All of a sudden Tom's breeches seemed to get even tighter around the crotch. His groin was getting very painful. B'Elanna hadn't heard his small groan or seen the predatory look that flashed across his features. It was probably just as well that B'Elanna chose that moment to lead the pony back to its stable. Tom needed to try to get himself under control. Before he had fully recovered she was back "Last one," she called to him cheerfully. She was fully enjoying the day. This program was so different from all of their others; there was no snow or beaches or pool tables. The last pony was a little fractious about being hosed around the head. He tossed his head up and the water cascaded back to soak the no longer amused woman. Tom couldn't help himself, he laughed. B'Elanna looked up, momentarily angry before her good humour reasserted itself. She grinned at Tom and, before he had the chance to properly interpret that grin, she'd turned the hose on him. Chaos ensured. In the midst of the laughter and the battle for the hose nobody noticed the horse pull back and trot off to graze on the polo field. Tom had finally wrestled the hose from B'Elanna and had turned the full brunt of it on her. Unable to escape the onslaught, she launched herself at him. Suddenly Tom was on the ground, being straddled by B'Elanna. She held the hose up menacingly before the look in his eyes caused her to drop it. She swallowed briefly, the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. The gesture was so erotic. Tom gazed up at the women sitting on him. Her shirt was soaked through and it clung to her like a second skin. He could see the outline of her nipples. That made his groin even more painful B'Elanna held his gaze, mesmerised by the look of worship in them. She dropped her hands to his chest and slowly leaned forward, seeking his mouth. He confounded her by evading her mouth. He pulled her forward and took the tip of her breast in his mouth, sucking her through the damp cloth. She arched forward, granting him greater access. Tom continued to suckle each breast, feeling how hard her nipples were. Finally he pulled her back down to kiss her lips. He caught her head, mere millimeters from his, and looked her in the eyes. Gods, he could drown in their inky darkness. He had to tell her. "I love you," he said quietly, sincerely. It was almost funny how he'd never been able to say those simple little words before. "You know that, don't you?" She looked back at him. He really didn't need to tell her; she already knew. "I know," was her simple reply. Their mouths met at that moment, his tongue darting into her willing mouth. His arms went around her shoulders and he pulled her closer to himself. She rubbed her taut nipples against his bare chest, the friction of it was killing him. Reaching up he guided the shirt off her. His hands came up to her breasts. He cupped them before lightly thumbing her nipples. Her breath grew ragged. His hands travelled down before stopping at the clasp of her breeches. Slowly, teasing, he undid the fastenings. B'Elanna moved off him to complete the undressing. Her hands ran across his chest before her mouth descended to his nipples. Tom loved this. She licked them before lightly suckling them. Tom knew what came next and tensed in anticipation as he felt her teeth lightly graze them. Panting, he looked up at her. She was already naked and was attacking the fastenings on his breeches. Finally he was naked as well. They took their time, stopping to taste and feel the other. No area of skin was left untouched. Finally B'Elanna straddled him again. Tom looked into the velvety depths of her eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto him. They started out slow. B'Elanna was riveted by the expression in his eyes, their clear blue had darkened significantly and they held a promise of untapped devotion. She supposed hers must share the same look; she loved this man so much. The had picked up speed, Tom was calling her name while B'Elanna ground down on him. His hand came up between them and started to rub, keeping pace with their movements. Sweat ran off both of them. Tom came first, only to be immediately followed by B'Elanna. She collapsed on him and his arms came around her protectively. Nothing was said for a while. Both were reflecting on where the relationship seemed to be leading them. This one was for keeps they both thought. Finally, Tom broke the silence "Well B'Elanna, I guess we're in the right place for a shower." --- The End