by KRA
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Archive: Any Star Trek slash list is fine, just let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all in this story except the. . . never mind, I own nothing!

Warning: Implied m/m relationship. Something bad with a pool cue.

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"A slumber party?"

"Come on, Har. Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"Well. . ."

"Don't answer. My ego can't handle the truth."

"Who else is going to be there?"

"Umm...."

"Tom, you said a slumber party. That implies more than one guest."

"Well, maybe I should have said sleep over."

"Oh, no! You already know how I feel about getting into bed with you too soon!"

"That's why I said to bring a sleeping bag!"

"And where will you be sleeping?"

"In mine?"

"Which would be. . ."

"Next to yours?"

"This isn't going to work, Paris."

"Harry! Come on! You've been holding out on me, and I'm getting desperate!"

"We've only been on one date, and I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt about a second date."

"The cream sauce wasn't my fault."

"That stain on my pants is never coming out."

"Ok, so I shouldn't have been playing around, but it was funny."

"For you, maybe! Did you see the look on that crewman's face? It's all over ship gossip that we already are sleeping together!"

"That's not what I heard."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It seems we regularly meet at Sandrine's after hours for a game of 'pool,' if you get my meaning."

"What's so news worthy about having sex on a pool table?"

"Nothing. Unless you use the equipment."

"How? . . Never mind, I don't want to know how."

"It could be interesting."

"Ok, ok. I can see how with the pool cue, but the balls?"

"Well, you could. . . no, too big and heavy."

"That's what I thought. And how about the rack?"

"Hood ornament?"

"Very funny, Tom."

"I thought so. Since when did you listen to ship's gossip, anyhow?"

"Are you kidding? I'm the king of it. Or, at least I thought I was. Seems that title belongs to you."

"You could be my queen."

"What!?"

"Well, it is traditional for someone at the slumber party to have their hair and makeup done."

"Gee, I only ever stayed up all night eating junk food, reading comics and telling ghost stories at mine."

"So I had an interesting child hood. Don't begrudge me my innocent fun."

"Your fun is never innocent. And besides, if you got your hands on me, I'd end up looking like a prostitute. Stop leering at me."

"Alright, alright, I promise not to make you look like a prostitute."

"Uh, uh. If anyone gets their makeup and hair done, it'd be you. And that's if I were going. Which I'm not."

"Aw, Har, you're really cramping my style."

"Come up with a better idea for a second date, and I'm there. Until then, I guess I'm just 'cramping your style.' So what'll it be?"

"Will you stay the night if I really do have a slumber party?"

"How can I be sure I'll be safe?"

"I'll even invite the Commander."

"That's no guarantee."

"I heard that. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just a joke."

"Uh, huh."

"Seriously, Tom. You invite more people, and I'll go. Ok?"

"Ok, Harry. Slumber party. My place. Tomorrow. There will be lots of people."

"Good. Now I have to get back to engineering before B'Elanna comes looking for me."

"Um, yeah, I know I could come just looking at you."

"Well, go ahead."

"Huh?"

"I'm waiting."

"Harry!"

"Hehe. You deserved that. I'm gone. Bye."

"Bye, babe. Damn. I think he moves like that on purpose."

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