The BLTS Archive- Who's Teaching Who? by Riss (usc_mam@yahoo.com) --- Yup, I'm up way too late and have been struck by some quite unusual insperation. Enjoy my first attempt at P/7, written in 2 hours and encouraged by Katie, Sasscat, and EllenM. Disclaimer - Unfortunately, I am not the person who owns Star Trek. That distinction belongs to Paramount, so I'm just borrowing a few characters for a little fun. Please send comments since this is my first attempt at this particular pairing. Any encouragement or dissuation would be greatly appreciated! --- He was sitting alone in the Mess Hall. Not an unusual sight these days. Ever since that EVA experience with B'Elanna, he had been keeping pretty much to himself. If only Voyager had come a few seconds later. He knew that she had something she wanted to tell them, but just as she started to say "Tom, I..." Janeway's voice came over the comm. He had seen something in her eyes, but he didn't want to believe it. Especially not now. She hadn't spoken more than ten words to him outside of duty. While they were in sickbay, she told him to get lost. Later, when he tried to join her and Harry at lunch one day, she said, "Leave me alone, pig." There was probably an insult or two he was forgetting, but it didn't really matter. Now, B'Elanna spent all her time in engineering or hanging out with Harry and a few of the engineers. She didn't want to see him. The look of caring and maybe even love he had seen in her eyes must have been a figment of his imagination. He had thought that he was in love with her. Something he now recognized as lust over a close friend. What he missed more was not the remembrance of her lips on his in the caves of Sakari IV, but the hours spent arguing and talking, something he had never really had the chance to do with a female friend. None of this was helping his insomnia. This was the third night this week he had spent in the Mess Hall. Of course, last night he hadn't been alone. That was actually what he was pondering right now. When he extended his invitation of friendship to Seven before that fateful mission, he never expected her to take him up on it. He did mean what he said, but she was so distant and he never expected her to take him up on it. Last night, she came in for a midnight snack. Since the Doctor had just put her on solid food, she was not yet ready for regular eating times. So last night, at 0200 hours, she came in for a snack and decided to engage in 'irrelevant conversation' with him. They ended up talking until the breakfast crowd started filtering in at 0600. What was confusing him now was how much he enjoyed the conversation. They had actually talked the entire time. She had started out by asking him questions about fitting into the ship. The conversation had progressed to human interactions and even what sights she found interesting when studying the database on Earth. Surprisingly, she had decided the his favorite hiking place through the Redwoods of California was one of the places that most interested her. There was some kind of connection formed last night, and he was having trouble understanding it. While he definitely found her extremely attractive, he had never thought that he would find the ex-borg a fascinating person as well. Before Tom could continue his ruminations, the object of his thoughts entered the Mess Hall. "Looking for another late night snack?" "I am again in need of ingesting food." "Would you like some company as you eat?" "That would be acceptable." For a few minutes, they just sat in silence. Tom was still running over his earlier thoughts in his mind, while Seven appeared to be contemplating something herself. "May I ask a... favor of you Lieutenant Paris?" "I told you last night, Tom. What do you need Seven?" "During my rest period today, I did further research into the human interaction database. It would further my studies if you could assist me in my research, Lie... Tom." "Sure, what questions do you have about relationships? Not more on idle conversation and other 'inefficient wastes of valuable time.'" "I would like a demonstration of kissing." "What?!!!" "If you would please give me a demonstration of the various types of kisses I found in the database, including regular, French, Eskimo, Vulcan..." "Wait a second. There might be a problem here. I think you forgot to read the section about when kissing is inappropriate and who you should be kissing." "The database stated that intimate settings were appropriate for kissing. We are the only two occupants of this room. I also researched the gossip bulletin as you suggested. The notices from the early days of Voyager list your name quiet often in relation to kissing. There were many comments as to your skill and technique. I believe that you would be an appropriate teacher." "I think you missed the part about how kissing occurs between people who are dating." "We have spent last night together, alone, here in the Mess Hall. This would qualify as a date. I believe the database listed this as appropriate foreplay." Seven reached out her Borg enhanced hand and began to gently stroke Tom's face. As he reached up his other hand to move it away, she captured it in her other hand. "I believe it is appropriate to either sit closely together or stand. Since these seats are inefficient to sit close together, I believe we should stand." Before he could protest, she stood and was pulling Tom to his feet. Her normal invasion of personal space got a lot closer as she moved close enough so that her breasts were actually touching his chest. She started to pull his face forward towards hers when Tom finally recovered his voice. "Wait! OK, I'll show you how to kiss. Let's just take this a little slower. First, always let the guy lead on a first kiss." "But that is chauvinistic." "True, but since this is your first kiss, it would be a good idea to follow the rule." "Acceptable. Proceed." "First, put your arms around my neck... Not quite so tight. Yes, perfect. Now, close your eyes." It was nice to actually kiss a tall woman. With her heals, she was only an inch or two shorter than him. Rather than reaching down, as he had fantasized with B'Elanna, he just needed to lean forward to touch the luscious lips of the woman in front of him. He had just meant to give her a quick peck and then escape the room. But somehow, it wasn't working right. His lips seamed glued to hers. She just felt so good. She definitely had been studying the database, as she began to caress his face as they kissed. The kiss was so nice, he didn't even want to pull back for air. "That was pleasurable. I would now like to explore the type labeled French. The database described it as open mouthed, often using tongues to induce pleasure." "I am aware of it." She leaned forward and whispered into his ear her next few words, "Then you will demonstrate it for me." At that point, he came very close to losing control. All he could think about was moving his hands from where they were stroking her back to exploring how exactly he could remove the body-suit. It took every ounce of his control to start slowly kissing her, taking his time to allow her to become accustomed to the new sensations, rather than kissing her with the wild passion he was suddenly feeling. Much later, they finally broke apart for a moment. Both where breathing heavy and the signs of arousal were very evident. "That was also pleasurable. We should now continue to copulation." "I think that is a little fast for you." "You appear to be ready now." "I don't believe you are ready for the feelings it would produce." "My research did indicate that copulation was normal after the later dates, rather than the first one. We will explore that aspect later. Thank you for your assistance, Tom." He almost gave in as she leaned forward for a final kiss which seemed to last for hours. when her hand began to stroke his erection, he almost lost it. Only the realization of exactly how young she was emotionally and how much trouble he would be in if she decided to regret it in the morning, after all she was the Captain's newest protégé, kept him from giving in to the desire coursing through his body. With one last touch, she moved away and headed for the door. "I believe I will need a midnight snack again tomorrow. Perhaps I could borrow the replicator in your quarters to accommodate my needs. The database indicated that a bed would be preferred for further study of these type of interactions." All Tom could do was stare after her as she left the Mess Hall. Two questions remained on his mind. First, how was he ever going to get a certain portion of his anatomy to relax before someone else comes into the room. And secondly, how many hours until Seven was going to show up at his door... --- The End