The BLTS Archive- Threesomes
#5: Angst Trilogy Two: Demonstrations
by Nyani-Iisha F. Martin (nfmartin@fas.harvard.edu)

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Disclaimer: Of course Paramount owns these characters and the ship.
But they're never going to do things like this with them!  This is my
story (COPYRIGHT Nyani-Iisha Martin 1996, etc etc), and I say that
just so nobody takes my name off and sells it as theirs, since, if I
am not going to make any money off of it, neither should anyone else.
Send it to all the friends you want in any medium you want, but please
don't fanzine it, and *please* keep my name on it; it's hard work
writing this stuff!  *whine* *laugh*

That legal stuff being said.....On with the tale, which starts perhaps
a week or two after _Closure_.

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"You told her you missed her *ridges*?" Tom leaned forwards over his
tomato soup, grinning at Harry, who felt himself blushing, his cheeks
burning in the cold air of the mess hall; the environmental controls
were acting up again. "Of course I told her that," he replied, a bit
defensively. "It's the truth. I mean, she has a beauty all her own,
and those ridges are part of them."

"I know," said Tom, his eyes unfocusing for a moment as his smile
softened. "So, what did she say?"

"She didn't say anything. She just gave me that 'you're a silly boy,
but I love you' smile. I think she doesn't believe me."

"I think she doesn't believe either of us." Tom leaned back and took a
long swig from his mug. "Some days, I would really like to find the
guy who convinced her she's ugly and sock him one. No, make that
several."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I'm next in line."

"I thought you'd want to help me?"

"No, I have to space a few convicts in New Zealand first." Tom smiled
at that, and rubbed his leg against Harry's under the table; the
ensign shivered, but not with cold. "Well, we can't get our hands on
any of them, at any rate," Tom said, as nonchalantly as if he wasn't
trying to rub Harry's pants leg off with his own. "So what can we do
now to 'build ourselves lives here', as the uplifting phrase goes?"

"I don't----" Between one word and the next, Harry had an idea, an
idea that made the erection he was trying to suppress spring to life;
Tom, watching Harry's face, was quite amused. "What's you think up?"
he asked, intending the pun.  Harry blushed again; between the
footsies and the tone of voice Tom was getting him entirely
flustered...and entirely hard. "I can't tell you in the mess hall.
I'll tell you after our shift ends."

"Oh, this must be *good*," Tom said with mischievous cheer. "Harry,
for all that innocent look, when you get going you're worse than I
am." He emphasized his point with a gentle jab with his knee that made
Harry swallow a gasp. "I don't think I can wait that long! What if you
forget?"

"Tom, dammit." Harry could feel his cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
"I *promise* I'll remember. Now, can we talk about something....else?
We have to go back on duty in five minutes." Tom grinned triumphantly
and, in one final flourish, ran his knee nearly to Harry's crotch,
then sat up. "I'll ask Neelix what's for dinner. Is that depressing
enough to help?"

Despite himself, Harry smiled back. "Yeah, that should do it."

---

B'Elanna was worn out. Exhausted by a long week of trying to repair a
half-dozen malfunctioning systems (including the environmental
controls, which now held the ship at 95% humidity and the body
temperature of a fevered Vulcan), she lay back against Tom, feeling
the damp, curly hairs of his chest against her back as she listened to
Harry play his clarinet.

Her thoughts wandering, she idly wondered just *what* these two had
planned to do with her tonight; for the last three days they'd been
carrying on conversations that they dropped when she appeared, and
nudging each other and grinning most suspiciously. Finally, this
evening, for the first time in a week, all three of them were free, so
Harry offered to play for them; when they got back from dinner Tom had
stripped, and they'd insisted that B'Elanna doff her clothes too---not
that she minded one bit, after working in the sweltering Engineering
all day, and with the crew quarters not much cooler. Little rivulets
of sweat were running down Harry's forehead (he couldn't bring himself
to play clarinet without proper, dignified clothes on), but he piped
out a light and cheerful stream of music as if he didn't notice,
looking lighthearted and beautifully serious all at once. B'Elanna
wiggled back against Tom, and he tightened the band of his arms round
her stomach; she was sure that they had something planned besides this
concert, probably beyond mere sex.

 _As if sex with these two is ever "mere"_, B'Elanna thought to
herself, and smiled. _As if anything about our lives together is._

Harry finished with a cheerful little flourish, wiped his forehead,
and smiled, and B'Elanna smiled back at him. "Harry, that was really
pretty. Thank you." She started to sit up, but Tom tightened his arms
around her waist to hold her. "Hey!"

"I know you don't have anything to do tonight," Tom replied,"so it
probably won't be worth it for you to break my arms."  As Harry
laughed at that, B'Elanna rolled her eyes and settled back, giving in
to her weariness and Tom's logic. "You're lucky I don't," she replied,
and smiled when she felt him kiss the top of her head.

Harry, meanwhile, was putting away his clarinet; when B'Elanna closed
her eyes he smiled and nodded at Tom, who winked back. Aloud he said,
"B'Elanna, your back's so stiff the ridges are poking me; it must be
all those Jefferies  tubes. Want a backrub?"

"Oh, you just want to seduce me, Tom Paris," B'Elanna replied,
startled by how close she'd been to falling asleep.

"I want to do that anyway." When Tom let go of her B'Elanna lay
forwards on her stomach, stretching out her legs; she smiled over her
shoulder at him as he knelt beside her. "Between you and Harry I'm
going to turn into a spoiled pudding," she said, half-reprovingly,
half to herself.

"Then you'll be a beautiful pudding," Harry said, walking towards the
bathroom; B'Elanna could hear him pulling off his uniform, and then
water splashing.

"Klingons---" she began with waning resolve.

"Aren't supposed to be puddings," Tom finished for her as he started
stroking her back. He always did this, insisting that it was the
proper beginning to a massage, but B'Elanna thought he just liked
stroking her and Harry's skin. "But you can be the exception," he went
on, and kissed her ear as he started kneading her shoulders; B'Elanna
sighed contentedly and gave herself up to his hands. She lost track of
time as Tom kneaded her back up and down, letting herself relax and
not think of anything; after awhile Harry came out of the bathroom and
Tom interrupted her reverie by calling, "Awww, it's too hot to wear
clothes."

"You just like seeing me naked," said Harry, but he shut the drawer
anyway. He sat down on B'Elanna's other side as Tom complained, "why
does everyone think I have an ulterior motive?"; Harry laughed at
that, and B'Elanna could hear them kiss, and kiss, and kiss, as Tom's
hands gradually slowed and went still. After a couple minutes she
gently kicked at them. "Hey, you two. What about my massage?"

"Oops, sorry." Harry didn't sound a bit sorry, and Tom snickered.

"Hey, help me with the legs?" Tom asked; Harry must have nodded yes,
because B'Elanna could feel hands moving in unison down each leg,
kneading out the tension caused by hours of squatting and crawling in
those thrice-damned Jefferies tubes.  Listening to Tom and Harry chat
softly, B'Elanna gave one final contented sigh and settled down to go
to sleep, completely forgetting her earlier suspicions....

....until the hands which had been rubbing her feet left them, just
about the same time as a light kiss brushed her ear, then settled on
her neck. B'Elanna gasped, surprised, and then smiled at herself,
feeling the fire start to glow within her; she was never hard to
arouse. She started to turn over to see who was kissing her---

---when she felt a gentle kiss on her behind. The one kissing her neck
(she was beginning to think he was Tom, from the way his hair brushed
her) kept kissing her neck and then her shoulders, while---well, he'd
have to be Harry, then---kissed a line down her thigh and started to
gently part her legs. Tom---she was sure of it now, he smelled like
Tom--- gently turned her over onto himself so her back was against his
chest, and sat up a bit against the wall so he could look down into
her face; B'Elanna opened eyes she hadn't realized she'd closed to
look up into his smiling face before he kissed her again.

Harry stopped what he was doing to hand Tom a pillow, which Tom
managed to take and shove under his head without letting go of
B'Elanna's mouth; still holding her with one arm, he started stroking
her ribs with the other hand, and she arched her back slightly as he
worked up to her breasts. Pleasantly warm, a bit drowsy and
comfortable, B'Elanna let herself snuggle into Tom's embrace as Harry
stroked her and Tom gently twirled one nipple between his fingers, and
thought how nice it was to let them run things for once.

About then, something warm touched her clit.

Later, remembering, she would rationally think that it must have been
Harry's tongue, that she should have been expecting it. Then, all she
could do was jerk with surprise, so suddenly she nearly bit Tom's lip,
as a bolt of fire shot through her. It didn't stop; as Tom firmly held
B'Elanna and kissed her and Harry pressed one hand into her thigh to
hold her, B'Elanna felt that fire surge up into her head and she
squeezed Tom tightly, hearing herself moan into his kiss, feeling more
than hearing him moan in return. When Harry added a finger she did
bite Tom's lip, but he didn't stop kissing her; she could taste his
blood, and it made her even hotter, her moans even louder. Thinking to
do something for Tom in return, B'Elanna tried to wiggle her arms
free---
wiggle my arms free? she thought hazily, realizing that Tom had them
pinned, but before she could think about it any more Harry did
something very, very clever with his front teeth and fireworks went
off behind her eyes as someone stroked her head.

B'Elanna came back to herself leaning against Tom's shoulder, Harry
snuggled against her front and holding her around the waist, and both
of them hugging her around her arms. _Mmmm, that was nice_, she
thought, feeling that wonderful energy; she tried to open her eyes to
look at Harry----

---tried being the operative word. She had on some kind of a
blindfold, she realized, the cloth soft against her eyelids.

For just one brief moment B'Elanna was quite angry, before she
laughed. "When did this blindfold get here?"

"When you were distracted," Harry replied, sounding relieved, and let
go of her to sit up. "And we have more distracting to do....Tom?"

B'Elanna felt Tom lean over, and heard him kiss Harry again. "Mmmm.
B'Elanna, you taste good on him," he said cheerfully. "I'd better let
you taste for yourself." With that Tom let go of B'Elanna, and Harry
reached out to guide her into his arms and kissed her. _Tom's right_,
she thought, as Harry wrapped his arms around her, pressing one breast
under his hand as he pulled her back against his chest so she was
basically sitting on his lap, his legs on either side of hers. Being
blindfolded, being unable to look at him, seemed to make the kiss all
the hotter, the touch all the more erotic; when it broke B'Elanna
licked his chin, and could hear him chuckle.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Of course. I wonder what I'd taste like on Tom?"

"Is that a hint?" Tom sat down in front of them and lifted B'Elanna's
legs, putting her feet on his shoulders. "You really have a beautiful
ass," he said reverently as he ran his hand underneath her, tracing
its curves with his fingers.

B'Elanna would have rolled her eyes if she could. "You can do better
things with that mouth right now than talk," she said, trying to be
nonchalant though she could hear the roughness of arousal in her
voice. Harry kissed her ear through her tousled hair, and she raised
her hand to touch his head as he kissed his way down the side of her
face to her neck. Tom, meanwhile, was kissing her thighs alternately,
light touches on the inside of either leg as her feet slowly slid down
his back.   B'Elanna wanted to tell him to be firmer, to go faster;
the energy coursing through her from her previous orgasm made her want
another one all the more. Still, she knew that he was teasing her for
a reason, so she didn't say anything, but buried her hand deeper in
Harry's hair, feeling that wonderful silkiness, as he kissed her
collarbone, still holding her with his other arm. Harry started
sucking on her neck, and she moaned softly; she moaned again, more
loudly, when Tom kissed the inner top of her thigh and gently opened
her, breathing warmly on her till her anticipation spiraled up to
sweet torture.

And then Harry bit her, right below the ear. B'Elanna breathed in
sharply, unconsciously clutching his hair, and that was Tom's cue;
just roughly enough, he pushed in a finger, and B'Elanna shouted and
arched her back, her patience rewarded. It was perfect. It was
absolutely perfect.

So Tom lifted his head of course, just to tease her. "Like that?"

"Tom!" B'Elanna yelled; she could feel Harry shaking with silent
laughter, his lips against her ear, so she elbowed him. "I guess you
do," Tom said, and before she could think to kick him went back to
what he was doing. Tom was rougher about it than Harry had been, but
Harry, too was rougher at what he was doing; he bit B'Elanna on the
other side of her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, and
sucked hard at the bite as he pinched her nipple and she arched her
back again, moaning loudly.

 _*This* is what I wanted,_ B'Elanna thought, reveling in their
roughness and feeling her neck throb with sweet pain, clutching
Harry's shoulders with her hands, drumming her feet on Tom's back, and
yelling, "Yes! Perfect, perfect!"  Feeling her wriggling against him,
Harry moaned softly into her neck;  B'Elanna felt the moan, nearly
unable to hear him over the blood pounding in her ears.

And then Tom added another finger, and B'Elanna stopped being able to
think.

Or to count, though, she later found out, Tom counted for her. All
B'Elanna knew, when she swam up to consciousness again, was that this
time she'd actually seen the fireworks, more than once. That, and that
she was breathing like she'd run a marathon, and that Harry's erection
was poking her in the back.

 _Goddess, if you're watching me, thank you_, B'Elanna thought with
happy exhaustion, feeling all her nerve endings radiating with the
heat of overloaded  conduits, her limbs as heavy as if lead had
followed behind the fire that had coursed through her veins.

She took a deep breath and came fully back to herself. Deep within she
could feel a warm sweet ache, and wondered if Tom had added any more
fingers; he was lying in front of her, his head on her stomach, his
arms around her upper thighs and his hands on Harry's legs. When she
started to move he sat up; holding onto her, Harry pushed both of them
into a better position, so B'Elanna was sitting up too. Still too
breathless to speak, she clumsily reached back to pat Harry's cheek,
and reached out for Tom; when he took her hand she pulled him to her
and kissed him warmly, and smiled when he sat back.

"I taste good on you, too," she said softly, and could almost feel his
smile.

Then she started to lift her hand to the blindfold, but Harry stopped
her, squeezing her hand fondly. "Not quite yet," he said. "Found it,
Tom?"

"Here." B'Elanna felt Tom pass something to Harry; then Tom said, "we
want to show you something."

"I knew you two had something planned for tonight."

"Besides making you come till you fainted?" B'Elanna laughed at Tom's
tone of voice.

"We want to show you something wonderful," Harry added.

"Spectacular."

"Gorgeous."

"All right already!" said B'Elanna, still not recovered enough to
shout. "Show me?" Harry dug his fingers up under the blindfold, and
said, "Ready?" When B'Elanna nodded he pulled it off---

---and light poured into her eyes, flashing off something Harry held
in front of her; when her eyes adjusted B'Elanna found herself looking
into a mirror. She was about to say, "but that's just a mirror" when
something made her look again, and she caught her breath.

She saw a woman's face and neck, flushed honey-red from having come so
recently: damp, dark hair tousled across the high, gently ridged brow;
high cheekbones and fine-drawn features; a round red hickey on the
neck, a stubborn chin, and full red lips parted in surprise as she
blushed even more deeply, more rosily. A woman who looked moist and
happy and, really, quite beautiful.

Herself.

"Beautiful, huh?" said Harry softly in her ear; beyond her reflection
Tom smiled gently at her expression as she touched her cheek and
realized that really was herself in the mirror. _I didn't think I
was_, B'Elanna thought in shock.

"This is what we see," said Tom as B'Elanna's eyes traveled to him,
"every time we make love to you."

"We thought it was time we showed you how attractive you are," added
Harry. "That we aren't just bullshitting when we tell you you're
beautiful." With that he put the mirror down as B'Elanna sat there in
shock for a few more moments, digesting what she'd just seen, what
she'd just heard.

Then she whipped around and fastened her mouth onto Harry's, kissing
him as hard as she could. Even though he was expecting her reaction
she could still feel his surprise, and then his delight, at her
passion as his arms came up around her; she kissed him long and hard
before she sat back. "Thank you," she said, and Harry smiled back,
looking deservedly pleased with himself.

Then B'Elanna turned to Tom---and noticed his massively swollen lower
lip. "Gods, Tom, did I do that to you?" she asked, reaching out to
gently touch the red toothmarks; Tom put on his best puppy-dog face
and nodded, and she smiled. "I guess I'll have to be gentler in your
thank-you kiss, then."

"Oh, don't worry about it," said Tom with his usual jauntiness as he
leaned forward on his hands. "Now that I've stuck it someplace warm
and wet it feels much better." B'Elanna rolled her eyes at him and
kissed him for a long moment, pushing back against Harry to lean
forward into Tom.

Harry apparently liked what he was watching, to judge from how hard
B'Elanna was being poked in the back. When the kiss broke she said,
"Thanks, Tom," stroking his cheek, and he gave her one of those
entirely open, gentle smiles that she loved.  Then she sat back.
"Harry, are you going to drill a hole in my back with that?" she
asked, turning at her waist to watch him blush. Harry always blushed.

He didn't disappoint now; B'Elanna grinned at Harry's red shading.
Behind her, Tom said in his best Doctor-like tones, "I'm afraid I
suffer from a condition similar to Ensign Kim's."

"So I noticed," said Harry, still blushing. B'Elanna kissed him on the
cheek and sat back against him again as Tom continued, "so, since we
have this small problem, would you like to watch us put on a show for
you, or are you up for some more?"

B'Elanna smiled, both at him and herself; when Tom said, "some more",
something deep in her stomach---well, to be honest, it was further
down--- said, "of course!", and her nipples heartily assented. "Did
you actually think I was tired?" she said, wiggling against Harry just
to hear him try to stifle a groan. "Give me more credit than that."

Tom's eyes twinkled back at her. "Well, then, which of us---"

"Oh, no, I want you both at once, one in front, one in back." Tom
cocked an inquisitive eyebrow. "If we put some pillows under Harry he
won't get squashed."

As Tom grinned his approval of the idea, Harry let out an audible
moan. "You two are going to wear me out," he said, and they laughed.

---

_I think I'm finally worn out_, B'Elanna thought drowsily, draped
backwards over Harry and with Tom slumped atop her. Despite her brash
words, she'd thought that all she'd really get out of it would be the
closeness and the warmth of the double embrace, Harry's arms around
her and Tom from behind and Tom's around them from the front, but
she'd surprised herself as well as them. _That was a better idea than
I'd realized it would be_, she thought, and grinned.

"Penny for your thoughts," said Tom, raising his head from her chest.
It was one of his old-fashioned expressions; he liked to think of
himself as an "old-fashioned guy". "I was just thinking that we should
have tried that before," she replied.

"Next time Tom can be on the bottom," said Harry weakly, and B'Elanna
giggled---and stopped short, hearing herself. She hadn't giggled
since...she couldn't remember.

They noticed, too; Tom looked at her with eyebrows raised, while Harry
said, "what was that?" _Sheesh_, B'Elanna thought, and sighed. "A
giggle. Remember it well; it's the last one you'll hear from a Klingon
for awhile."

"Not if we can help it," said Tom. B'Elanna was about to reply when
she caught his expression and realized what he meant, how serious he
was; her heart suddenly full nearly to overflowing, she smiled at him
and laid her hand on his cheek gently for thanks. "Are you two done?"

Tom's eyes went wide and he made a frightened sound, as Harry asked,
"Good God, you don't want more? I can't *move*," with such sincere
alarm B'Elanna had to laugh. "No, no, you two wore me out," she said
reassuringly, then sat up and clutched her head. "Gah. I'm dizzy. You
guys did an amazing job."

"Thanks," said Tom. "Where are you going?"

"Nowhere; I just can't sleep with a man on my diaphragm." B'Elanna
curled up facing Harry, reaching back to pull Tom's arm across her
waist; Harry draped his arm around her shoulders, and she closed her
eyes, unable to say what she had to looking at them. "Harry, Tom,
I....thank you, you two. Thank you very much. This....it means a lot
to me."

"Hey, it's just the truth," said Tom gently. Harry laid his hand on
her cheek and added, "and we love you."

B'Elanna smiled, her eyes prickling with so many tears she was afraid
to open them lest she see Harry's earnest face and start crying for
joy. "I know," she said when she could control her voice. "I love you
both, too." Tom squeezed her a bit more tightly; she patted his arm,
then wrapped her arm around Harry and dropped off to sleep, lulled by
two sets of breathing, two equally dear heartbeats.

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The End