The BLTS Archive - Hololove by arachne (arachne@ntlworls.com) --- Joanne set a challenge to the CPSG to produce a complete story in 500 words or less... This little trifle comes in at exactly 500. --- DISCLAIMER: Voyager and her lovely crew belong to Paramount. I'm just borrowing them for a short time but I promise to play nicely and put them back when I'm through. WARNING: This is a Chakotay/Paris slash story. Yes, that's right, Chakotay/Paris sex. It's not explicit but it is there. If that bothers you please bale out now. FEEDBACK: Always welcome and always acknowledged. --- Tom called the program and the holodeck shimmered, revealing what Chakotay could only describe as the most tasteless room he'd ever seen. Pink walls, pink carpet, pink ceiling and, most awful of all, a candy pink bed with heart-shaped headboard. For a few seconds he could only stare in horror, eventually croaking, "What is this place?" Tom pouted and tried to look hurt. He bit down hard on his lower lip but failed to suppress a gasp of laughter. "It's a love hotel, they used to be all the rage in the 1950s," he explained, when he could speak again. "You said you wanted to try something different, be a little more romantic." "Yes, but," Chakotay protested. "I'm not sure I'll be able to... not in a heart-shaped bed." Tom sputtered into laughter again, eyes glinting, "Yeah right! Once we get started you won't even notice your surroundings." He jumped on the bed, patting the covers invitingly. "It vibrates." "Vibrates," repeated Chakotay stupidly, looking around the room. "What does?" "The bed. It has six different speed settings." "Mmmm... Six, did you say? " Chakotay joined Tom on the bed. Maybe if he focused really hard on the dilated pupils of his lover's eyes ... After a few minutes, he drew his mouth away from Tom's regretfully, "It's no use. I can't concentrate. That headboard reminds me of Neelix." "I don't even want to know how you get that association, but if it bothers you change the setting." "You don't mind?" "Not at all. I only ran it to tease you," said Tom easily. "Program some place you think it would be really hot to make out." "Computer. Run Chakotay Beta Three." called Chakotay, breathing a sigh of relief. Instantly the setting changed to the humid heat of a tropical forest. They were in a small clearing surrounded by a trees and vines. "Happy now?" murmured Tom as Chakotay followed the line of hair from his chest to his groin with teasing fingers. "Gods, that so good... I could come from - ow! " Tom sat up in horror. "Gods, Chakotay what did you put in this programme? I've been bitten. Shit, is that an insect's nest?" "Er, yes. I programmed all native wildlife. Don't worry, they're harmless." "You're crazy if you think I'm hanging around to find out." Tom was standing now, rubbing at a small red mark on his thigh. "Computer. change program to Paris Gamma Five." Sand and a softy lapping sea replaced the forest. Tom looked around in satisfaction, which quickly turned to irritation. "No sorry, Tom, not sand. It has a way getting everywhere you don't want it to." "Computer delete programme." Tom sounded waspish. As bare walls reappeared, he turned to Chakotay fiercely, "Right, now there's nothing left for you to complain about, so just shut up and kiss me." --- "Nice programme Tom," chuckled Chakotay some time later. "What did you say you called it?" Tom matched his look with one of deceptive innocence. "Holosurfing." --- The End