The BLTS Archive - Alternative Menu by JanK (jan.k1@virgin.net) --- DATE: 20TH JAN 1999 Disclaimer: Paramount own and control all things Star Trek. I claim the story. Note: This follows on in the little series of sort of PWP's that I have done for Season Five. The first being "Tell Me What You're Thinking", set after Once Upon a Time. Second being "Cherish", set roughly after the B'Elanna angst episodes and now this one set after Thirty Days. This is dedicated to Monica, quite simply because she asked for this and so she has to suffer it. --- The door opens. Blue eyes meet brown. Unsure, fearful of rejection. It's been a long time. For both of them. She smiles, a light smile, no pressure. She draws him inside. His hand in hers. She feels his strength though his grip is gentle. The touch of him sends fire coursing through her veins. The scent of him assails her, heady, masculine, now remembered. Missed for so long. She lifts his hand to her lips, kisses, holds, inhales. Her breath held, eyes closed. He is with her. He takes a sharp breath as she her lips brush his fingers, then his palm. His thoughts are lost to him as her lips trace a path to graze his wrist. He closes his eyes now, head tilted back, she burns him with her silken caress. Opening his eyes once more, he looks down upon her, drinking her in, so long without her. Such dark nights, such loneliness, his inhaled breath is like a sob. She is with him. She hears his muted cry and feels her heart swell with love. She breathes again, her breath warm against his skin. Any touch, so needed, only serves to heighten the desire, to feed the ache. She hears him groan. His need for her, hers for him, unspoken but understood. Pulling him after her she heads for comfort. She glances back, eyes giving invitation. Her smile beguiling, he is captured by her, enraptured, inspired. Blue eyes darkened by desire, long held within, he follows where she leads. Still holding on to his hand she guides him down, pushing back, her lips connecting with his in a desperate embrace. She pulls from him. He is reluctant to release her but she whispers, "Hungry?" He nods and she smiles with undisguised delight. Twisting neatly away from hands that would have held her fast, she gyrates before him to an unheard beat. Twirling and swaying to the song within, she torments him. He reaches out, she spins away, her laughter balm to his wounded spirit. She is the essence of his being, his reason to exist. A smile lights his face as she grins at him. < He is here> Her spirit soars. The blood red of her dress catches fire in his mind as she dances before him. She is pure sex, alluring, seductive, irresistible. He can take no more, he moves to intercept only to find himself facing her as she stops her dance, gasping, chest heaving, eyes ablaze with a passion he remembers only too well. She dares him nearer, crooking her finger to him as she runs one hand down her body, lingering as she passes over her breasts, she smoothes a path lower, her lips parted, her breath fast, her skin glowing, catching light. In his mind he can taste her now, so sweet. The heat in the room unbearable, he strips from his shirt and she growls, low and needy. Both her hands are on her hips now and she tosses back her hair, dark eyes flashing. His lust for her increasing as she teases. "Entree" she says, as she slips from the silk that caressed her svelte form. It pools at her feet and he gasps in admiration as she stands proud before him, head back , a challenge issued. This time she does not skip from him as he takes her in his arms, crushing her to him, his lips upon her neck, his groan so deep, the longing clear. "Oh, gods B'Elanna" he gasps as he feels her skin on his. "So long since I held you, so long since....." "Sshh," she hushes him as she holds him tight to her. "I never want to let you go." She hears him draw in yet another harsh breath, but she makes no move, just content to be held. To be together. The emotion too strong to deal with just yet. Time slows. She is remembering the feel of him. He is simply feeling the presence of her, of someone, someone to be close to, to be with. Time passes. She holds him. His hands are moving now, running over her smooth skin, strong caress, his intent clear. She sways and rubs her body against him. She feels his need, her hands explore, bringing forth groans of sheer pleasure and moans of frustrated desire. She makes short work of his remaining clothes. "Pleased to see me?" she asks, looking up at him with a grin as she slips his trousers down. "Whatever made you think that?" He responds as he pulls her back up to claim her lips with his. "A little something..." "Little!" he is outraged as she laughs. He spins her around and pulls her down with him on to the bed. "You wanna try to make it bigger" he suggests lasciviously. She snorts her derision at him, but slipping down she tries nonetheless. He drops back into the pillows, his loud cry encouraging her efforts. She spins, never breaking her mouth's hold and straddles him, leaving herself open to him. He needs no second invitation. She is wet and warm, so sweet. He licks and dips his tongue deep within her. Her turn to cry out as his finger joins the fray, a gentle touch to tease and delight. It's not enough. She releases him with a cry of, "Main course!" as she rises above him, a glorious sight. "I want you now" she utters as she rubs herself along his shaft. She stops as she reaches the tip and tilting forward she takes him in, then slides down, her breasts caress him as she slips down his sweat soaked body. They cry out in unison as he enters her. She takes him in slowly, savoring the feeling as he fills her. The deep burning within her, the momentary delicious feeling of peace, then the need that builds and she is moving again, riding him with sheer ecstasy. As she slides down he thrusts up into her, their rhythm perfect, their concentration complete. Nothing, no one, exists but them. Alone, their universe is two, no more. Consumed and engulfed within their passion and their pain. She shares his soul and takes away the hurt within. Peace at last, he rests. Held within her embrace, she watches as the lines upon his face ease. "Now feel me, " she croons to him as he lies beside her " I'm with you." A tear escapes his eye and she kisses it away. "My love. No one can touch you now. Sleep, I'm here. Always" --- The End