The BLTS Archive- Somewhat Familiar
#2: Love, Logic and Loofahs
by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com)

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infringement.

c1999 Karen

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2200 ship time...


"Mmmmm, that was great."

"Quite."

A soft sigh.  "I'm lying in the wet spot again."

"Indeed."

"Why am I lying in the wet spot if you were on the bottom
this time?"

"I did not say that it was particularly dry in my location.
I merely agreed with your statement."

A snort.  "So, my joining you over there wouldn't necessarily
get me any drier."

"If your subsequent behavior is similar to that of past attempts
at *joining me*, drier would *not* be the result."

"Don't get snitty.  We'll just change the sheets."

"I believe a shower would also be in order."

"Good idea.  You know, command decisions like that are
what make you a natural leader."

"You like when I give you commands, T'hy'la."

"Almost as much as you like giving them, Handsome."

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Same ship.  Different evening...


<Swish.>

"About time you got here.  I've changed clothes three times just
out of boredom."  There was a slight frown as his mate crossed to
the sofa and sat.

"You're not wearing your uniform to the party, are you?"

"I shall remain in our quarters.  You may go without me."

"I may, huh?  We'll save *that* discussion for a later date.
Why don't you want to go to Harry's birthday party?"

"My attendance may not be conducive to festivity."

"Well, hell, that goes for about half of the crew.  Anyway, I don't
know about you being non-conducive to festivity.  I get to feeling
pretty damn festive when I'm around you."  Straddling his mate's
lap, he lightly caressed the beloved brow, resulting in a throb of
pleasure along their link.  Pleased with the results, he continued
his ministrations.

"You were pretty popular at Chell and Nedra's bonding, *and* I
seem to recall a tall, dark and handsome man with nicely pointed
ears and the most kissable lips I've ever seen, dancing with
Megan Delaney."

"You have never expressed interest in Ensign Vorik's mouth
before."

A very big sigh.  "OK.  You win.  We stay home.  I'll just
go change and then we can have dinner."

"Thomas, I simply do not wish to attend a party this evening.
I am...fatigued."

A pair of deep blue eyes studied their dark brown counterparts.

"Then you should stay here.  Why don't you meditate for a
while, and I'll be back as soon as I can."

"T'h--"

"I *said*, I'll be back as soon as I can."  Another kiss and
another sigh, real this time.  "T'hy'la, Harry is my friend,
but you are my mate.  Got that?"

"Got it."

<Swish.>

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Bath Time....


"Tuvok?"

Gentle lips nipped at a creamy neck, and then relaxed.
"Yes, T'hy'la."

"Do I talk too much?"

"You have had a tendency towards excess verbalization
at inopportune occasions.  I have observed, however, that
this tendency has lessened since our bonding."

"Gee, thanks, I think." A loofah was briskly put to use on a
long, blond-furred leg.  "Must be that calming Vulcan
influence."

"Of course."

There was a small splash as a sleek body turned in its lover's
embrace.  An agile eyebrow climbed as several fingerfuls of
bubbles were applied judiciously.

"There.  You look good with horns."

"May I ask why I have been so adorned?"

"A whim.  I get those frequently, you know."

"Yes, I am well aware of your whims.  I must admit that,
for the most part, they are pleasurable."

Long legs wrapped around a waist.  "I'm having another one."

"The evidence is making itself apparent.  Do I need to remind
you of the number of replicator rations it took to replace the
carpeting the last time you got this whim?"

Blue eyes shone.  "*That* isn't the whim.  I just want to
look in your eyes as I try something."

There was a period of silence as two gazes-- one dark, one
light, held each other.  Hands gently roamed, caressing soft
skin, their touch growing stronger as arousal grew.

"You have proved an apt pupil, Thomas.  Your thoughts
were quite clear."  Towels were quickly applied and 'Thomas'
found himself escorted into the bedroom.

"I thought it would be a good test to think about one thing
and do something entirely different."  He grinned as his
mate's arousal pressed against the back of his thigh.

"That was achieved."

There was a soft grunt as a tall Vulcan settled atop a
taller Terran.

"Great!  Let's try another one.  How ab-- mmmmph!"

"T'hy'la, I will remove my hand on one condition."

"Hmmmph?"

"Be. Quiet."

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Same evening, same location...


"Gods, I may have to ask for tomorrow off.  I think
I've dislocated my body."

"A virtual impossibility.  However, that last position
was rather..."

A big grin.   "Adventurous?"

A twitch of Vulcan lips.  "Insane."

Amusement rippled through their link, and they lay
in warm and comfortable silence.

"Tuvok?"

"Yes, T'hy'la."

"I'm lying in the wet spot again."

"Indeed."

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The End