The BLTS Archive- American Pie: It's Your Love by Joanne Collins (luchenbackoutlaw@gmail.com) --- DISCLAIMER:  Everything you recognise belongs to Paramount/Viacom. They keep refusing to come up with an arrangement about Tom, Harry or Chakotay .  All original ideas and characters are the sole property of the author.  It's Your Love by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, from the album Everywhere, and I Cross My  Heart, sung by George Strait, used without permission, not mine, etc, etc.  The wedding vows belong to the nice people at Days Of Our Lives, and may belong to other people as well.  For fans of the show, they were used at Carrie and Austin's and Jack and Jennifer's weddings (and if there are any other fans of the show out there reading this, I'd love to know ). Yes, we *finally* return to the American Pie universe.  I have, for various reasons chosen to skip ahead in series (and story) canon a little.   For anyone who hasn't realised yet, this is a slash story and it contains sex between two consenting adult males. If you find such things offensive, don't read further.  There is some intimation of rape, as well, but it does not occur in this story.   //Hallucination. You are cordially invited to a wedding....whenever the participants get a chance to arrange it. Ferengi in the Delta Quadrant, telepathic problems of one of  their dearest friends, the captain having an unusual experience, getting thrown back to 1996 earth, Kes getting possessed by an alien warlord, Neelix almost getting killed, an alien from the holodeck nearly killing Tuvok (Harry didn't nearly fall in love with her in this universe), and the captain nearly getting killed, not to even mention Kathryn and Chakotay's wedding, and perhaps you realise why they haven't had time to organise their own wedding yet!  This does not escape the notice of other crew members, some of whom may look at this as an opportunity for themselves, incorrectly, of course. This story is part of a series.  It *can* stand alone, but you miss half the fun that way!  The other stories in the American Pie series: How Am I Supposed To Live Without You, American Pie, The One, If Tomorrow Never Comes and True Love Call. This story is yet another alternate version of Blood Fever.  This is all the fault of the CPSG list, and Rachel in particular, who suggested a C/P version of that episode.  I thought that a P/K version might work.  Needless to say, Vorik is not going to come in and ruin the...mood. For those who have read If Tomorrow Never Comes, you didn't think Tom was "cured" *that* easily, did you? Last warning:  Lots of mushy romance. This story may be archived by the PKSP, R'Rain and on the ASC archive. Linking is fine, but do not archive or distribute anywhere else without my express permission.   Dedicated to Anita, who has been *very* patiently waiting for me to write the story with this song, and is responsible for my new obsession with Tim McGraw's music. And to the rest of the PKSP, especially anne, for giving me the encouragement and inspiration to finally finish this story. --- Better that I was More than I am And all of this happened By taking your hand Tim McGraw, It's Your Love --- "I get so...frustrated sometimes," Tom groused, offering Chakotay a drink. Chakotay shook his head to the drink, and Tom got himself some juice, drinking it slowly. "Tom, you know that therapy is a slow process.  I mean, it's only been a couple of months since you've actually been able to admit what happened to you while you were in prison." "That's not what I meant, Chakotay.  I know I've got a long way to go with this, and I owe how far I've gone to you.  But I want to marry Harry, and things just seem to keep coming up. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I'm *not* meant to marry him." "Tom, aside from myself and Kathryn, I don't know two people on this ship who *are* more meant for each other than you and Harry." "Easy for you to say, you're married," Tom half-joked. Chakotay didn't miss the edge to the teasing remark. "Tom, I know that you want to be married to affirm your commitment to Harry, but is there something else going on? You seem...disturbed.  More than you should be." "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" Tom smiled ruefully at his friend and therapist.  He mused that even as recently as a year ago he'd *never* have believed that he could sit and talk with Chakotay like this.  He remembered again the time that Chakotay had found him in Sandrine's, crying over the piano, singing his heart out for Harry, terrified that he'd never have a chance to tell him how he felt. Chakotay had made him see that he *had* to tell Harry, no matter what the outcome, it would be better by far than not knowing.  He hadn't been able to do it then, though, it had taken that horrible experience in that alien prison, when he had nearly died, and he realised then that he didn't want to die without telling Harry how he felt. Astoundingly, Harry had felt the same way, and even after Tom's remembering the terrible events of his earlier prison days, had agreed to marry Tom.  He'd doubted Harry's love, not because he thought that Harry didn't love him, but because he felt that he wasn't worthy of that love, that something would happen to take it from him if he believed in it.  Chakotay had made him realise that he was wrong...Tom remembered that day.  Chakotay had kissed him, something that a couple of years ago he would have welcomed eagerly. Tom had once thought that maybe....but he'd been captured, and Chakotay had felt too betrayed for him to get past that at first, and then Tom had fallen in love with Harry.  It had been as simple, and complicated, as that, and of course, Chakotay had then fallen in love with Kathryn Janeway. But Tom still sometimes thought, "what if?"  What if he and Chakotay had had the chance to be together? Would they have been volatile and fiery, or calm and comfortable, or, as was the case with him and Harry, and Tom assumed, Kathryn and Chakotay, the best of both? "Oh, you can if you want to, Tom," Chakotay replied. "It's lucky that I know that I don't want to.  Chakotay, you know almost more about me than Harry does." "But that's necessary for your therapy.  Anyway, this session's nearly finished. Are you part of the away team?" "Yes.  I've had a lot of rock climbing experience.  Harry's doing something in Engineering, then he's joining the team.  You're going too, aren't you?" "Yes.  I'll see you in the transporter room in half an hour then." "See you then, Chakotay," and Tom walked out of Chakotay's office, humming to himself. --- Meanwhile, Harry was having a very strange conversation with Ensign Vorik in Engineering. "Ensign Kim, I have something to ask you." "What is it, Vorik?  I only have a couple of minutes before I have to report to the transporter room." "Ensign, you and Lieutenant Paris have not bonded as yet, even though you announced your intentions to do so three months ago.  Is there a reason for this?" Harry wondered why the Vulcan was asking this, but he had no reason not to answer, explaining that events had simply not enabled them to arrange their wedding. "Ensign, you are...amenable to bonding with another man?" "Well...before Tom, I never would have thought of it, but now," Harry's eyes glowed, "I can't wait." "I would like to bond with you, Ensign." Harry had been distracted, thinking of Tom's kisses that morning, and he hadn't heard Vorik right, surely? "Vorik, what are you asking me?" "It is the time of the pon farr. I must bond with someone on the ship, due to our unusual situation, I cannot bond with she who I was promised to.  I wish to bond with you, Ensign Kim." "But, Vorik, I'm engaged to Tom.  I love him. I don't want to bond with you." Vorik didn't answer in words, he grasped Harry's face between his strong hands, and something passed between them.  Vorik began muttering words that Harry couldn't understand, he thought that they were Old Vulcan, which was a non-Standard language, so the Universal Translator wouldn't pick them up, except for snatches that hadn't changed over the centuries. He caught "bond", "only", "my mind to your mind", "transfer of pon farr", and on the last phrase, somehow, managed to struggle away from the Vulcan.  He ran out of Engineering, wondering what all that had actually been about.   Vorik collapsed onto the deck, and called Sickbay.  As he was beamed out of Engineering, he had a moment to hope that Ensign Kim had not been affected. The away team assembled in the transporter room.  Tom Paris, Chakotay, Harry Kim, B'Elanna Torres and the Talaxian, Neelix were dressed in the grey away team uniforms. Harry felt a rush of heat when he saw his fiance in grey.  There was something incredibly appealing about Tom Paris dressed in grey.  He'd always teased Tom that if he'd lived six hundred years ago, at the time of the American Civil War, he would have *had* to have been a Southern soldier, because Tom would look so much better in that uniform than he had in the Navy blue of the North that Q had put the crew in during that odd time.  Not,he'd hastened to add that Tom looked bad in the navy, it was just that when Tom wore grey, Harry just wanted to ravish him where he stood.  In navy, he'd be able to wait to get to the bedroom. Harry realised that he was being spoken to, and turned his mind off the delightful thoughts of making love with Tom, and back to the mission at hand. "But Tom does look ravishable in grey," he thought. Soon after, Harry and Tom were exploring a cave, surveying for traces of the compound they needed.  Tom noticed Harry was sweating a little. "Something wrong, love?" "I'm...hot.  But not unpleasantly so,"  Harry moved closer to Tom, then, without thinking, reached up and kissed him. Tom could feel the unaccustomed heat in Harry's kiss, and wondered what it could be.  Tom deepened the kiss. Harry responded, passionately, wanting to take all of Tom inside of him. //Ripping off the grey uniform.  Scratching that pale skin. "Whoah, Harry, should we do this here?" "Why not?"  A throaty whisper. Tom tried to think of a good reason not to.  Chakotay, B'Elanna and Neelix had had to beam back to the ship, they had at least an hour before they'd be back.  And Chakotay had suggested that they relax.... //Bite him, claim him as mine. Tom kissed Harry more deeply, slipping the uniforms off both of them.  He arranged them under them so they didn't have to lie on the rocks.  The lovers embraced, passionately, friction causing shockwaves of pleasure to ripple through their muscular bodies.  Harry took charge, something he didn't do a lot, and Tom smiled, leaning back and enjoyng it.  He moaned when Harry took him into his mouth. //Bite down *hard*.  Leave a bruise. Harry licked and sucked Tom, Tom's moans growing louder and louder in the silence.  Before long, Tom came, hips bucking, Harry moving to catch his ejaculate in his hand.  Harry spread it over his hardness, then moving a semen-covered finger inside Tom, adding a second and a third as Tom moved onto his stomach. //Plunge in with no warning.  Hard and fast. Tom moaned with pleasure as Harry entered him slowly and carefully. //Hear the screams.  Know the violation. Harry began thrusting in and out of Tom, slowly.  He picked up the pace a little as he reached a hand under Tom to grasp his erection.  Tom pushed back into Harry as Harry pushed forward into him. //Tear the flesh. Make the possession total. Tom screamed, low in his throat, and came, clenching around Harry.  Harry screamed silently and came inside Tom. //See him shrink from you.  Know that you caused his pain. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Harry screamed. "Tom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.  I know you can't forgive me." Tom stretched lazily, and wondered what Harry was talking about. "What are you talking about, love?  I *adored* it.  You aren't usually so...aggressive." "Tom, I *raped* you.  I did what those scum in New Zealand did to you." "Harry, not only was it not rape, it was *totally* consensual!" "Don't try to make me feel better,"  Harry tapped his commbadge, "Voyager, one to beam to sickbay, one to the quarters of Tom Paris and Harry Kim." Tom began to protest, but the shimmer of the transporter washed over them before he could get a word out. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency," The Doctor said as he was activated on Tom's beaming in. "There isn't one, Doc.  Harry thinks he raped me, but he didn't." "Doctor," a voice interrupted, "I may have an explanation," and Vorik told the men of the situation earlier, having the grace to look a little ashamed. "But that doesn't explain why Harry made love to me, then thought he raped me," Tom protested. "Hallucinations are a side-effect of pon farr on occasion." "But Harry should realise..." "Lieutenant, the pon farr is resolved.  There will be no further physical effects.  But...the emotional effects have never been documented in humans. I have no idea how they will affect Ensign Kim." Tom walked down the corridor to his and Harry's quarters, wondering how he could make his fiance see that he hadn't raped him. He was determined not to allow this to affect their plans.  Harry had agreed to marry him three days from now, only last night, after Tom's discussion with Captain Janeway, and this time it was *going* to happen. Tom had even replicated his kilt after Harry had gone to sleep. Tom stopped at the open door.  Harry was moving his things out. "No, Harry, please don't." "Tom, I have to," quiet, determined. Tom could never argue with that tone, so he went into the bedroom, refusing to watch as Harry walked out on him. --- Tom spent a restless, almost sleepless night, and reported for his daily session with Chakotay still yawning. "What is it, Tom?"  the older man asked, gently. Chakotay's gentle sympathy was too much for Tom, and he buried his face in his hands, sobbing helplessly. Chakotay moved around to hold the younger man as he cried, and Tom held tightly to the strength of the older man. The storm abated, slowly, and Tom explained what had happened. "And this...just as we *finally* set the date.  I swear, sometimes, I do think it's not meant to be." "What would you do, if Harry would listen to you?" "Exactly what I did when I proposed." "If I can get him to Sandrine's in half an hour, can you be there?" "I won't be anywhere else.  Chakotay, I won't be able to fly the ship till this is resolved." "He'll be there," the First Officer said. "Chakotay to Kim,"  he called as soon as Tom left. "Yes, Commander?" "There's a problem in holodeck three.  Can you meet me there in half an hour, please?" "Of course," Harry replied, thinking that Tom was safely on duty. Half an hour later, Harry stood at the entrance to the holodeck, waiting for the Commander.  He decided to wait inside, as he didn't like the idea of being out in the corridor, in case someone who knew what he had done to Tom would come past.   Sandrine's was running.  So many significant moments in his and Tom's relationship had happened there.  Everything from their first kiss to the proposal itself.  It was difficult for Harry to be there again. And he could hear music.... He almost walked out again, knowing that it was Tom playing. He had been set up.  But the doors had closed, and the computer was unresponsive.  Chakotay must have arranged for this, no one but the First Officer or Captain could do that. "Harry, come in.  You can't get away until we talk, so get in here." "Tom...I don't know what to say, or how to apologise." "Harry, you were suffering from pon farr." "Pon farr? But I'm not Vulcan." "No, you are not, Ensign.  But Vorik is," The Doctor spoke from behind the bar, and explained everything, including the hallucinations, then discreetly beamed back to Sickbay. "Oh, Tom, I'm so glad that I didn't do that to you...again." "Harry, there's only one thing that being with you makes me feel.Safe, protected and loved.  It's your love that's done this for me," and Tom began to play the piano softly. Dancing in the dark Middle of the night Taking your heart And holding it tight Emotional touch Touching my skin Asking you to do What you've been doing All over again Oh it's a beautiful thing Can't keep it all in I just gotta let you know What it is That won't let me go It's your love It just does something to me Sends a shock right through me I can't get enough And if you wonder About the spell I'm under It's your love It's your love Better that I was More than I am And all of this happened By taking your hand And who I am now Is who I wanted to be And now that we're together I'm stronger than ever I'm happy and free Oh it's a beautiful thing Can't keep it all in And when you ask me Why I've changed All I have do is Say your sweet name It's your love It does something to me Sends a shock right through me I can't get enough And if you wonder About the spell I'm under It's your love Oh it's your love Oh, it's a beautiful thing Don't think I can keep it all in And if you ask me why I've changed All I've got to do is say your sweet name It's your love It just does something to me It sends a shock right through me I can't get enough And if you wonder About the spell I'm under Oh, it's your love Oh, it's a beautiful thing Don't think I can keep it all in I've just got to let you know What it is that won't let me go It's your love It just does something to me It sends a shock right through me I can't get enough And if you wonder About the spell I'm under Oh, it's your love It's your love It's your love. "Now do you believe me?" Tom asked. "Oh, yes.  I'm sorry, Tom." "How sorry?  Sorry enough to marry me in two days?" "Hmmm...I don't know about that," Harry teased. Tom chuckled, and pulled Harry down next to him on the piano stool. Then he began to demonstrate to Harry just how inventive he could be at getting him to agree to what Tom wanted. --- Tom laughed at Chakotay's question. "Of course I have a honeymoon planned.  It'll last...oh, sixty or seventy years." "Confident, isn't he?" Harry stage-whispered to Jerron. Jerron smiled, he was young still, and this was one of his first male- only entertainments, the joint bachelor party for Tom and Harry.  The women on the ship had felt that this was a tradition best left to the men, as it always had been in the past.   "You know," Chakotay whispered to Tom, too low for Jerron to hear, "I wonder if Jerron and B'Elanna will be next.  I know he's young...but I've never seen B'Elanna happier." "That would be nice.  Remember, B'Ela caught Captain Janeway's bouquet at your wedding." "True," and Chakotay's face glowed at the mention of his wedding.  It had been a month ago, just after the time that the ship had been thrown back in time to 1996 Earth.  The party had lasted several days, like this one was shaping up to do as well. "When are you going to tell me what you're wearing?"  Harry whispered to Tom. "I'm not, love.  You'll find out, tomorrow, when I walk down the aisle to you." "I wish I knew why you were being so mysterious," Harry complained, lovingly. Tom yawned, and made a point of checking the time. "Are you actually going to sleep tonight?"  Harry asked. "I most definitely am, love.  I'm tired.  Why, aren't you?" "I'm too wired to sleep." "You'd better get some sleep tonight, love, because I can *guarantee* you won't get any tomorrow night." "Hmmm, maybe some warm milk. Or a warm body next to mine?" "Well...it won't be *my* warm body.  And it had better not be anyone *else's* warm body, either." "It's never going to be anyone else's warm body, Tom.  Never." "Not for me, either.  I wouldn't have proposed otherwise." "Not even Chakotay?" "Harry...why would you ask me that?  Now of all times?" "You told me a long time ago that if you ever had a chance with Chakotay, you'd take it." "But Harry, I'm never going to have that chance.  I love you, and only you.  And Chakotay's in love with Captain Janeway." "If it weren't that way, though?" "If it weren't, then maybe, but this is hardly the type of thing for us to discuss on the night before our wedding, love." "Pre-wedding insecurity, I suppose," Harry blushed, "And maybe still a bit of unresolved pon farr." Tom smiled, and kissed Harry gently. "Good night, love.  I'm spending the night in Sickbay, and I'll see you...tomorrow.  At the end of the aisle." "Good night." The party was breaking up around them as they walked towards the doors of the holodeck. They separated at the turbolifts with one final kiss. --- Tom woke early the next morning, unfazed even by The Doctor's normal acerbic mood. He dressed, carefully, in the kilt, knee socks, white shirt, lace jabot, black jacket, and sporran. Then he beamed to just outside the holodeck, waiting for his cue. B'Elanna was waiting for him, to escort him down the aisle. He'd protested, saying that he didn't need a "bridesmaid", but Harry had forestalled him by asking Jerron to stand up for him as a witness (they were having a Starfleet ceremony rather than a religious one, it wasn't possible for them to celebrate their marriage according to Harry's religion, and Tom didn't observe the practices of his), almost obligating Tom to ask B'Elanna.  Not that there was anything wrong with that, Tom loved B'Elanna like a sister, but he had felt pushed into it a little. "You look wonderful, Tom," B'Elanna smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself," Tom replied, taking in B'Elanna's long gown, bright blue-green and low-cut. "Come on, let's get you married, or I'll call you a pig again," she smiled with genuine affection, and ordered the doors to open. Tom faltered, just for a moment. All of the crew was there, smiling, happy, welcoming. It was...overwhelming.  Then his eyes slid over Kathryn Janeway, imposing and beautiful in her dress uniform, paused briefly on Jerron in a Bajoran formal outfit the same colour as B'Elanna's gown, then caught and held the gaze of his love, and he knew that this was where he belonged. Harry was dressed in black tie, with a gold waistcoat.  He made his way down the aisle behind B'Elanna, and handed her the single rose he carried as he moved to stand beside Harry. "One of the most wonderful privileges a captain has," Janeway began, "Is to perform marriage ceremonies..." She continued on for quite a while, going through the formal phrases of the marriage service.  Then she asked if Tom and Harry had anything they wished to add. "Yes, Captain," they both answered, almost simultaneously, sharing a secret look. "Tom first then.  Rank hath its privileges," she smiled. Tom began, hesitant at first, but becoming more confident. "I love you.   Not just for who you are, But for who I am when I'm with you. I love you. Not just for what you've done with your life, But for what you're doing to mine." Tom placed the ring on Harry's finger. "I love you for making me good. And happy. And whole. Because that is what you do, Harry. Without a word. Without a gesture. Without a doubt. Just by being yourself. Such a simple thing, But no one else in the universe could do it. Only you..." Harry smiled, and clasped Tom's hand as he began to say the words he had prepared. "Now we will feel no rain, For each of us will be shelter to the other, Now we will feel no cold, For each of us will be warmth to the other, Now there is no loneliness, We are two bodies, but there is one life before us, And one home." Harry placed the ring on Tom's finger. "When evening falls, I'll look up, And there you'll be, I'll take your hand; you'll take mine, And we'll turn together to look at the road we travelled to reach this, The hour of our happiness. It stretches behind us, even as the future lies ahead. A long and winding road, whose every turning means discovery. Old hopes, new laughter, shared tears. The adventure has just begun." "According to Starfleet regulations, and I am sure your emotions, I pronounce you married.  Tom, you may kiss the groom." Tom made an exaggerated dip movement with Harry, then leaned over and planted a very gentle, loving kiss on his husband's lips.  Harry responded, eagerly, and smiled to feel Tom's arousal stirring. "Later," he whispered, not loud enough to be heard by anyone else, and Tom smiled wickedly, for he had felt Harry, too. "Do you know how beautiful you look?" Harry asked, looking over Tom appreciatively. "No, but I know how beautiful *you* look, my love.  Then again, you always do.  Always.  I remember, the first thing I ever thought about you was how beautiful you were.  Then the second thing was, is this guy *really* that naive.  Mind you, you *were* dealing with a Ferengi," and they shared a chuckle at their first meeting, wondering if even then it had been predestined to lead to this moment. It was impossible to know, of course, but they both felt that it had. They turned, and walked down the aisle once more, this time together. The party (or at least the continuation of it), was, of course, held in Sandrine's.  They had considered the resort, but Harry had been insistent that it be Sandrine's, because so many of the significant events of their relationship had happened there, and Tom hadn't argued.  Harry had teased him that he'd probably agree to holding the party in environmental suits outside the ship if he'd asked, and Tom had replied by looking up how long it would actually be possible for them to stay out there, and had said that it wasn't really long enough for a good party, but if Harry insisted... Harry had good-naturedly said that Tom was being silly, and Tom had replied by saying if he couldn't be silly on the eve of his wedding, when could he? Harry had kissed him and agreed, but said that silliness was fine in moderation, but *only* in moderation. After much eating and drinking, and a few rather embarrassing speeches (*Tom* had blushed red at Jerron's contribution.  Who knew that the innocent-looking young Bajoran had such an interesting repertoire of ribald jokes?  Perhaps that explained some of his attraction for the half-Klingon B'Elanna), Harry and Tom were ushered onto the dancefloor for their first dance as a married couple.  Chakotay, as Tom had for him and Kathryn, chose to sing for them, and the song was beautiful.  Chakotay's gaze on Kathryn as he sang. Our love is unconditional we knew it from the start I see it in your eyes you can feel it from my heart From here on after let's stay the way we are right now And share all the love and laughter that a lifetime will allow I cross my heart and promise to Give all I've got to give to make all your dreams come true In all the world you'll never find A love as true as mine You'll always be the miracle that makes my life complete And as long as there's a breath in me I'll make yours just as sweet As we look into the future it's as far as we can see So let's make each tomorrow be the best that it can be I cross my heart and promise to Give all I've got to give to make all your dreams come true In all the world you'll never find A love as true as mine And if along the way we find the day it starts to storm You've got the promise of my love to keep you warm In all the world you'll never find A love as true as mine A love as true as mine As the last notes of the song sounded, Tom and Harry slipped out, leaving their crewmates to enjoy the party without them, wanting only to be alone.  Chakotay and Kathryn noticed them leave, and smiled, remembering their own wedding night.   Tom smiled, and led Harry to the holodeck next door.  Harry wondered where Tom planned for them to spend this night, and was pleasantly shocked when the holodeck doors opened to reveal a fireplace, and he turned around to look at the rest of the room.  There was a couch and a few chairs facing the fireplace, and a little further away was an enormous, antique four-poster bed. "Here?" "Where else, love?  Where else but the place we spent our first night together as lovers?" "You're right, Tom, where else?"  and Harry kissed Tom.  This had been a rather pleasant side effect of the pon farr, Harry had become just a little more aggressive sexually, and Tom loved it. Not that he hadn't loved Harry before, of course, but this added a little extra spice to their relationship.  Tom moaned as Harry reached under his kilt, and Harry stopped, shocked, when he realised that Tom was naked beneath it.  He backed off, looking oddly at Tom. "What's wrong, Harry?" "Tom, have you been like this all day?" "Harry...oh, you mean naked under my kilt?  That's the traditional way of wearing them." "Really?  Explains a lot about your ancestors," Harry grinned. "Yeah," Tom smiled, softly, "They must have had a lot of fun. Just like we're going to." Harry moved back, kissing Tom again, slipping the clothes off him, fumbling a little with the unfamiliar fastenings, but not taking long to realise how they worked.  Tom reciprocated, and soon both men were naked. Tom took a moment, just to look at Harry, to realise that he was here, and his, and that he was Harry's, that they belonged to each other forever, and to his surprise he felt a tear slide down his cheek. "What?"  Harry noticed the tear of course.  Harry noticed everything tonight, it was as if all of his senses were heightened. "Just...I love you so much. I can't tell you how much it is, because it's not measurable.  I wonder if you even realise how much I do love you." "As much as I love you," Harry whispered, drawing Tom close to him again. Harry kissed Tom, gently and passionately, moving over his neck, down his chest, finding his nipples, causing them to pucker and harden into points, then gently urging him onto the bed. Tom lay down on his stomach, waiting for Harry, as he'd waited all his life for Harry.  Harry gently urged him to his knees, and began gently preparing him for entry.  Tom pushed back against Harry's fingers, as eager for the joining of their bodies as he had been for the joining of their lives earlier today.  Harry slicked cool gel onto his hardness, and slowly and carefully entered Tom.  He began thrusting into Tom, moving over his prostate, and Tom screamed in silent ecstasy.  Harry continued his rhythm, grasping Tom's erection in one of his hands, and moving on him in the same rhythm as he was moving in and out of Tom's body.  Soon, too soon, they were both pleading for the release, and Harry pulled gently once more on Tom, and they exploded simultaneously in breathless orgasm.   Harry moved out of Tom, moving to pull his husband into his arms. "Harry, mi amour, querido, my love, there just aren't the words to describe what we just did.  It was more than mere sex, and even more than making love.  There just isn't a word to describe it.  I know what I feel, but I can't put it into words." "I know, love, I know.   We both feel it.  And that's the most important thing, that we feel it, not that we verbalise it." "How are you always so right?" "Because my love for you enables me to know these things. Tom, I love you more than I could ever articulate or verbalise." "I love you, Harry, my husband forever." "Forever," Harry agreed, pulling the covers over both of them. They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, together forever. --- The End