The BLTS Archive- Definitions and Actions
by Riss (usc_mam@yahoo.com)

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Thanks to Monica for beta reading and everyone else for sending me
your kind comments!

Disclaimers: Paramount owns all.  Not just Insurrection which I had
the chance to see today, but Voyager and all other Star Trek related
stuff.  Lucky guys...

Comments, both good and bad, are gladly accepted.  Also, encouragement
and suggestions about where this should go will be warmly received as
well.

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Back and forth.  Back and forth.  He was beginning to wear a hole in
the carpet as he paced his quarters.  Options, decisions, desires and
most definitely lust, flowing through his mind.

It has been over 22 hours since Seven left him behind in the Mess Hall
with her parting comments.  Besides an uncomfortable and mildly
painful sensation coming from where she had brushed her Borg enhanced
hand, his mind had instantly been swarmed with ideas.  First off, that
he should follow her out of the Mess Hall and complete what they had
started.  Second, was the that the Captain would kill him if she ever
found out.  Third, was that he really was in pain.  A quick fourth
came with an image of B'Elanna, which he quickly dismissed.

As much as he had feelings for the feisty engineer, there were bigger
problems now.  After all, wasn't Seven's favorite phrase, 'Resistance
is Futile.'  Plus, since the Day of Honor incident, B'Elanna had made
her lack of interest perfectly clear in the angry looks and avoidance
techniques.  Anyway, how could someone resist the almost six feet of
soft delectable flesh that had attempted to seduce him last night.

That was Tom Paris' current dilemma.  Any moment now, Seven of Nine
would be at his door ready to complete what they had started last
night.  It wasn't that he felt no attraction for the woman.  In fact,
far from it.  Despite his intentions to spend his time trying to find
a way out of the situation, all he could thing of for the past 22
hours was exactly how he could remove her cat-suit and discover
exactly which parts were not 'Borg enhanced.'

In some ways he was lucky that he had been in Sickbay all day.
Despite his skills for flying, he would probably have taken them into
the middle of a star without realizing it.  Though, it did have its
downsides.  Eight hours of boredom did not combine well with a vast
amount of knowledge available in the sickbay files.  It took every
ounce of respect he had for the Captain not to break into the medical
files and find quick answers to all his questions about Seven.

One part of his brain was screaming about how this wasn't right.
Seven has only spent about six years of her life as a human.  While
she looks like a grown woman, she has the emotional understanding of a
child.  No matter what she knows about sex and human interactions, she
does not posses the necessary understanding of them.

Yet, the look in her eyes after he kissed her.  It wasn't just lust.
And she wants it.  How could he turn down her offer.

At exactly midnight the door chime rang.  Tom looked up from where he
had finally settled into the couch, dread and desire written across
his face. Slowly he rose to greet his visitor.

"Good Evening, Lieut...Tom."

"Hey Seven," he managed to choke out as his eyes took in her outfit.
"I like that dress!"

Before answering, Seven brushed out a slight wrinkle which had
appeared on the deep blue dress she was wearing.  While the top
portion of the dress was close- fitting and slightly lower cut than
her normal cat-suit, the flowing skirt left a lot more to the
imagination.  The skirt fell to just below her knees, and as Tom's
eyes flowed lower, he realized that she had even replicated a pair of
high healed sandals to compliment the dress.  A pair of small Borg
enhancements were on her right leg, one at the ankle and the other
just below the level of the dress.  "The database indicated that this
was appropriate attire for a date."

Finally remembering to breathe, Tom answered, "Ah, yes.  Well, come in
and have a seat."

"That would be an inefficient use of time.  We should..."

"However, didn't the database indicate that discussion of interesting
topics was also normal practice on a date."

"Correct.  Very well, I will join you in this meaningless social
activity."

"Thanks Seven, I feel so useful now."

"On the contrary, you are a very useful participant in the planned
activities of this evening."

Tom dropped down onto the couch and stared at the floor a moment
before asking, "What exactly are the planned activities of this
evening?"

Seven joined him on the couch, and took a deep breath of her own
before answering.  "I had understood you to be an expert in these
matters.  The database indicates that after kissing, a relationship
moves on to such aspects as petting, making-out, and copulation."

"Then I have a question for you, what is a relationship?"

"Are you not familiar with this concept?"

"That's another subject," Tom answered with a shake of the head.
"More importantly right now is that you know what your doing.  I know
you can recite the terms, but do you understand the implications."

"The database indicates that the first time a person copulates, they
loose their virginity.  It also indicates that the actions incite
pleasure in the human body, something which should be irrelevant, yet
I...I appreciated our actions last night."

Moving from the other side of the couch, Tom took Seven's hands in
his.  Again he could feel the desire running through his body, but the
past few years had taught him that instant gratification wasn't
everything.  He enjoyed his life a lot more now, without sleeping with
everyone on board than the playboy image he had lived up to before
prison.  He had to say, and do the right thing for Seven, and for his
own self respect.

"The problem is that a relationship is so much more than that.	I
can't do what you ask right now."

Seven had been staring at their joined hands, but her eyes flew to his
as he declared his stand.  "Judging by your physical responses, you
are quite able." She pulled one of her hands out and started moving it
up his thigh.  However, before it moved too far up, he captured it in
again.  This time he held both hands in one of his, securely, as he
moved his other to capture her face and look into her eyes.

"There was a time where that was all that mattered.  But, your not
ready to understand the feelings it would cause.  I can see the
confusion in your eyes. I respect the Captain, and you too much to
take advantage of you like that."

Abruptly Seven stood and yanked her hands away.  "Perhaps Ensign Kim
will assist me in my study."

"I'm not saying you need to leave," Tom said, surprised by the spark
of jealousy at that statement, "but that we need to go slower."  Seven
turned around and faced him, though she looked behind him, rather than
his face.  "I am not saying no, just lets go through the steps.  Two
nights ago, you didn't even fully understand the concept of friendship
and tonight you want sex.  Let me show you what it is like to be
friends and then see what happens."  Again he reached out his hand as
he moved closer and tilted her face so he could look into her eyes. "I
can't deny I'm attracted to you Seven, but one thing I've learned is
that I need to live with myself in the morning.  As you said, I could
do it right now, but when you understand the things you are feeling,
you might not agree.  Until I'm sure that you understand that, this is
all I can give."

For a moment, he just looked into her eyes, trying to make sense of
the confusion and feelings reflected there.  Then, slowly he moved
forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  As he started to pull
back, she brought her own hands to his face and urged him to stay.

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When Seven left a couple of hours later, she felt less confused.
Though she still had not experienced, what the databases called making
love, she started to understand what it had described as other
pleasurable factors.  While the first kiss she had received from the
lieutenant had been pleasurable, the kiss he had given her on the way
out identified why it was not a meaningless action.  She now had a
better understanding of the 'spark' of which the database had spoken
of.  Perhaps his idea of getting to know someone was not quite as
irrelevant as she first believed.  This deserved additional
exploration, which she could engage in at their next date tomorrow
night in the holodeck.

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The End