by Christine
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Archive: Sure, what the hell. Anywhere is fine, just let me know first so
I will know where to look for them.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything Trek. I own everything and everyone
I made up. <g> Am I making money from this? What the hell are you
smoking?!
Feedback: Yes! Oh God Yes!!
Author's Note: Umm? OK this is just something silly that came to me
one night. Please let me know how you liked it or didn't. Stupid? Well
duh! What else can I write?
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"What the hell is that?"
"It's called a tattoo."
<Rolls eyes> "Well duh, I know that. But why did you get
it?"
"Well," <blushing> "I wanted a symbol of the love
between the two of us."
<Eyebrow raising> "Why didn't you get one with my name
then?"
<Soft laugh> "I could've done that. What would I do with it
if we ever broke up?"
"What makes you think we'd ever break up?"
<Pouting>
<Throws hands in the air> "I never said we would. I'm just
saying."
"Uh huh, sure." <Walks over to his husband> "What
does it say anyway?"
<Looks at floor blushing> "Slave."
"Really?" <Grins from ear to ear> "Why?"
<Looks up> "Cause."
"Cause?" <Looks bewildered> "Cause what?"
<Bobbing up and down nervously> "Just cause. I have my
reasons."
<Holding back a chuckle> "Ok, you don't have to tell
me."
"Good." <Smiles> "What to go to bed?"
<Starts heading towards the bedroom>
<Eyes light up> "Sure!" <Follows his husband into the
bedroom>
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" <Pleading look in
eyes>
<Straight faced> "Course not."
<Sighs> "Good."
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Next Morning.
<Walks into mess hall> "Good morning, sweetheart."
<Heads turn towards sound> "Morning 'Slave'! <Entire
messhall yells>
"...!"
<Closes eyes and puts head on table> I'm a dead man.
<Death glare> "Thomas Eugene Paris! You're a fucking dead
man!"
<Bolts from chair and out of the door>
<B'Elanna walks over> "It worked."
<Smiles wickedly> "Yeah." <Sits down and winces>
"At least now, I can get the Doctor to finally take a look at these
damn hemorroids."
<Uncontrollable laughter> "Hey Starfleet. Too much info."
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