Just Let Me Be In Love
By Maquis Leader
Rating: NC17 for explicit sex
Author’s note: This is set early in Tom and B'Elanna’s relationship. The idea came from the song Just Let Me Be In Love sung by Tracy Byrd. It has a very Latin guitar sound… very sexy and the words are very Tom Paris…
Relax, Tommy! You’re charming, suave, and handsome! How can she resist? Straightening his collar, Tom hit the call button at B'Elanna’s door.
The door slid open and B'Elanna stood there smiling.
“Um…hi!” Inwardly he cringed. That was smooth! “Ready to go?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
When she stepped out into the corridor, he found himself gaping. The yellow dress she wore accented her dusky skin and the bodice was cut low enough to show a hint of cleavage. “You’re beautiful.”
“You don’t have to say that.” She’d been nervous about wearing the dress after she’d replicated it. She rarely wore casual clothing.
“B'Elanna…” He took her hand and twirled her around slowly so that the skirt flared around her knees. “I do have to say it, because it’s true. You’re beautiful.”
“More than the Delaney twins?”
“Who?” His heart skipped a beat at her smile. Tucking her arm in his, he led her down the corridor to the lift. “Come, my sweet, dinner awaits.”
My breath is short
My heart is beating fast
Every time I smile at her
She’s smilin’ back
On the holodeck, Tom guided B'Elanna to a small restaurant next door to Sandrine’s. The atmosphere was close and intimate with dim lighting and soft music. A waiter seated them at a small table covered in a red checkered tablecloth with a candle burning cheerily in the center.
“This is new.” She turned the wine bottle with its candle around to admire the colored waxes that had dripped down the sides.
“I added it a few days ago.” He looked around proudly. “It’s a little restaurant in Rome I used to visit for the ravioli.”
“Tommy, so good to see you!” A fat, gray haired old man came bustling up to the table. “And such a pretty girl!”
“Enzio, this is B'Elanna.”
“B'Elanna? What a name! Like honey on the tongue!” He bowed over her hand. “Such a beauty!”
“Thank you.” Embarrassed, she pulled her hand away.
“Tonight we have the ravioli Florentine with the red clam sauce just like you like it.” Enzio rolled his eyes. “So fresh it’ll slap your face before the lovely B'Elanna does.”
“I’ll have it.” Tom laughed.
“I’ll try it, too. “She smiled. “It beats leola root.”
“Paulo will bring you some bread and wine while you wait. Paulo!” He bellowed over his shoulder. “Worthless bum, my sister’s oldest boy. Paulo!”
As he hustled off in search of the elusive Paulo, Tom took B'Elanna’s hand. “What do you think so far?”
“It’s nice.” She squeezed his fingers and smiled. “Very… romantic.”
“I aim to please.” He smiled back at her.
After dinner, they shared a champagne flavored Italian ice. Tom had put his arm around her shoulders and B'Elanna rested comfortably in the curve of his body.
“This was very nice. There’s hope for you yet, flyboy.”
“The evening’s still young.” He dipped his head down to kiss her forehead. “I thought you might like to go dancing.”
“Dancing?”
“At Sandrine’s.”
“So you can play pool with Harry?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I promise, no pool.” He kissed her forehead again. “I’ve got us a table in the corner – very private. I won’t say so much as hello to anyone else.”
“Why do you do that?” B'Elanna tipped her head back to look at him.
“Do what?” What had he done wrong now?
" Kiss those ridges, they're ugly. "
" No they're not. They're beautiful. "
" Whatever. " She looked back down.
" B'Elanna, look at me. " He waited until she met his eyes again. " I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen – and I've seen a lot of them. Remember when you were two people? "
She nodded, remembering when the Vidiians had split her into two separate people, one human and one Klingon.
" Well, not that the human B'Elanna wasn't pretty – because she was. " He cupped her face gently in his hands. " But she wasn't as beautiful as the real B'Elanna. " He watched her amber eyes fill with tears. " Hey, let's go dancing. "
She sniffed back the tears as he helped her to her feet. Smiling again, she kissed his cheek before they left the restaurant.
If I'm dreamin’ please just let me sleep
Anyone can see
that she's too good for me
True to his word, Tom guided B'Elanna to a reserved booth just off the rear of the dance floor, ignoring Harry and anyone else who tried to get his attention. Sliding into the booth beside her, he took a bottle of wine out of the ice bucket that was sitting on the table. Pouring each of them glass, he raised his to chime gently against hers.
Taking a sip, she smiled at him. " Are you –"
" Hey guys! " Harry plopped onto the seat next to B'Elanna. " How’s the date? "
" Well, it was going pretty well. " He glared at Harry.
" Ayala says
no way can you beat him at darts again. "
" Tell him tomorrow I'll kick
his butt. " Tom turned back to B'Elanna hoping Harry would get the hint.
" Two weeks rations ... "
He said in a wheedling tone.
" Go away, kid, you’re cramping my style. " He could have bitten his tongue off as soon as the words left his mouth. A flash of hurt showed in B'Elanna’s eyes.
" Go ahead and go. " She started to get up.
" No, tonight
is your night. I promised and I meant it. " He tugged at her hand until she sat back down.
"Uh, I'll tell Ayala you said tomorrow. " Harry said as he got up. " Sorry. "
They sat in silence for a few minutes. B'Elanna was staring down and twisting her hands in her lap. Gently, Tom brushed her hair back from her face. Please just give
me this one night before she gives up on me! " B'Elanna, dance with me? "
" You don't have to pretend, Tom, go play with the boys. "
" I don't
want to. I just want to dance with you. "
Sliding from the booth, he held out his hand. " Please dance with me. "
Looking up,
she could see the silent plea, the fear of rejection in the baby blue eyes. " Sure. "
A smile spread
across his face. " Computer, change music to Paris R1. "
The music changed
to a slower guitar driven music
with a subtle Latin sound that had made him think of B'Elanna when he found it in the database. Pulling her into his arms, he guided her gently onto the dance floor.
This chemistry
between us feels
so wonderful
" Look. " Kathryn nudged Chakotay. " Don't they look so good together? "
" His type always looks good. " He growled. " Right before they break someone's heart. "
" Oh, c'mon. Can't you see he loves her? "
" I'm not the hopeless romantic you are. " Personally he wanted to pound Paris to a pulp. " I can see that she's too good for him. "
" You’re wrong, they're perfect for each other. Starfleet bad boy and Maquis rebel."
"Hmm ... Starfleet and Maquis? " He grinned at her. " I can see where that could work. "
" Put those dimples away. " Kathryn smacked his arm playfully. " You know what I meant. "
B'Elanna drifted closer to Tom until she could rest her head on his shoulder. His after shave, something he called ‘Brut’, tickled her nose.
Sliding his hands down her back to rest just above the swell of her buttocks, he carefully
eased her closer until his hardon rubbed against
her belly. Don't scare her off, Tommy;
just let her know you're interested. On their
other dates he
and B'Elanna had
shared some hot
kisses and a
little groping,
but she hadn't
let him make love to her. Yet.
Lifting her head, she smiled and kissed him. Tightening her
arms around his
waist, she pulled him closer
until he groaned into
her mouth.
One hand tangled in his blond hair.
" Watch out, B'Elanna, he's not the settling down type! " Sue
Nicolletti said as she danced past in
Ensign Morgan’s arms. " He left a
string of broken
hearts across the
Alpha Quadrant.
"
Flushing, Tom jerked
his mouth away
from B'Elanna’s. Would no one let him live down his past? God knows it won’t be
long before she
finds out what a
scewup I am.
" Don’t be so catty, Sue. " B'Elanna could feel him trembling against her. " It just shows what a sore loser you are.”
Her smile washed away the sting of Sue's words. Gratefully, he pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
Don't convince me she's too heavenly
Those are questions
I don't want to ask
" I think
it's time to give them some privacy. "
Kathryn slid out
of the booth she
was sharing with
Chakotay. Quietly
she started shooing
everyone out of
the holodeck.
Chakotay ordered the computer to remove all of the holocharacters. Standing at the doorway he watched Tom and B'Elanna kissing
unaware that they were all alone.
" I feel
a little misty. " She slid her arm around his waist
and hugged him.
" Our ‘kids’ are growing
up. "
" C'mon, ‘mom’, let's go
get you tucked
in. "
Arms around each other’s waists, they
walked down the
corridor to the
turbolift and directed
it to their deck.
" Computer, halt lift. " Kathryn turned
to Chakotay.
" You know what
we should do? "
" Oh, Chakotay, it would be so romantic. " She laid her hands on his chest. " Say you
will! "
His heart started to pound
painfully. "
Whatever you want.
"
“Let’s go leave some
candles and a bottle of wine in Tom’s quarters.”
“Tom’s quarters?”
Dissapointment poured over him.
" Good point, what if they go to B'Elanna’s? "
She chewed her
lip. "
We’ll put some in
hers too.”
" That’s romantic. " He said
dully as he ordered the lift to B'Elanna’s deck. Stupid fool! Did you really think she
wanted to make
love to you in
the turbolift?
In B'Elanna’s quarters he lit the candles she replicated while she replicated a bottle of wine. They did the same in Tom's quarters before taking the lift back to their deck.
Slowly Tom and B'Elanna became aware that they were alone in Sandrine’s. "Where’d everyone go? " He glanced around.
She shook her head. Panting against his neck, she nipped lightly at the soft skin. Under her hands his body shivered slightly.
" Let’s take a walk. " Shutting down the holodeck he led her out into the corridor.
In the turbolift, they kissed and clasped each other close. When they got to her quarters, B'Elanna keyed open the door and pulled him inside. Tom was already envisioning how she looked naked, his hands on her breasts, and the pleasure on her face.
All that matters is tonight
Just let me live
This moment in her eyes
Chakotay went into
his quarters and began
stripping off his
clothes. Once
he was naked, he crawled into bed and lay staring at the ceiling. For a moment he'd actually thought
she was going
to make one of his favorite fantasies come true. Stupid! When will
you get it through your thick
skull that she
doesn't love you?
In her quarters, Kathryn slipped
into a nightgown
and sat on the bed to brush her hair. Tom and B'Elanna had looked
perfect on the
holodeck. Made
for each other
almost. There
was such chemistry between
them. Sighing, she put the brush on the dresser and
walked into the
main room. The music was perfect, as well, a little wild like
both of them
and romantic. " Computer, what was the music selection Tom Paris
ran on the Holodeck this evening? "
" Computer, play that selection. "
The Latin sound
washed over her
and she wrapped
her arms around
herself. Swaying
to the guitar’s
rhythm, she imagined being in
Chakotay's arms and
pressed against his
hard body. He'd be smiling
at her with those dimples and the black
velvet eyes would show how much he loved her – she stopped suddenly almost
stumbling.
Chakotay had been quiet throughout their
covert operation and in the lift,
his face had been full of disappointment. Why? She ran back over the conversation. " Oh, Lord ... he thought I was ... " He'd been breathing a little quicker and
his eyes had darkened until they were almost black. He had thought she was suggesting they have sex in the lift. He’d been excited by that thought and
disappointed that she wasn’t offering what he wanted.
“Janeway to
Chakotay.”
“Chakotay here.” He
levered himself up on one elbow. “Is something wrong, Kathryn?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?” He
rolled out of bed and pulled on his sweatpants before racing out of his
quarters.
The door hissed open
and Kathryn turned to see him standing just inside her quarters. “You were
going to tuck me in, remember?”
“Tuck you in?” He
drank in the sight of her in the long blue satin nightgown as she strolled over
to him.
“Yes, ‘dad’, tuck me
in.” She slid her hands over his bare chest.
Carefully, he rested
his hands on her hips. When she didn’t
disappear, Chakotay slid his hands around her waist to pull her against
him. His mouth settled gently on hers
in a hesitant kiss.
“You can do better
than that, Chakotay.” She stood up on
her tiptoes to press herself against him and her tongue teased his lips until
they opened for her.
He returned the kiss
hungrily, his tongue dancing with hers until they were both breathless.
Resting against him,
Kathryn ran her hands over the warm soft skin as they swayed with the music.
“I’d like to see their faces when they see our surprise.”
“Which one?”
“You pig!”
B'Elanna whirled on him. “Were you that sure I’d put out for you?”
“What?” Tom blinked
in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“This! All
this!” Her arm swung to encompass the
candles and bottle of wine. “I should have known!”
“B'Elanna, I didn’t
do this!”
Growling, she turned
on him. “You had Harry do it then!”
“I didn’t! I swear!”
“Computer, who’s
been in my quarters in the last three hours?”
“Captain Janeway and
Commander Chakotay.”
“Who?” They said in
unison.
“Captain Janeway and
Commander Chakotay.” The computer
dutifully repeated.
“Captain Janeway I
could understand.” B'Elanna shook her heard. “But Chakotay?”
“I’d think he’d be
more likely to toss me out an airlock.” Tom picked up the wine bottle. “Not
encourage me to ply you with liquor.”
“I’m sorry.” She sat down on the sofa. “My temper…”
“I don’t blame
you.” He sat down beside her. “Everyone
else thinks the worst of me, why shouldn’t you?”
“Tom.”
“I’ll see you
tomorrow.”
“Wait.” She caught
his hand before he could get up.
Tugging him closer, she kissed him.
“Stay.”
This chemistry between us feels
so wonderful
Just let me
be in love
His lips met hers
again, expertly nipping and sucking at her until she growled and pinned him
against the back of the sofa. Her teeth
bit into his cheek hard enough to sting.
Rolling her onto her back, he ground his hips into hers as he pushed his
tongue into her mouth to taste her.
He was squeezing and
caressing her breasts through her dress when she suddenly went limp beneath
him. “B'Elanna? What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” Her
eyes were clenched shut. “It’s the damn
Klingon!”
“B'Elanna, you
didn’t do anything wrong.” Tom stroked her hair and kissed her closed eyelids.
“Don’t you
understand? I want to fight with you! Wrestle with you until one of us forces
the other to have sex!”
“There’s worse ways
to spend the night.” He chuckled. “Come on, don’t you think people play at
games like that?”
“It’s not a game!”
She was close to tears.
“I know. It’s the Blood Fever.” He tugged the top of her dress down to
expose the white bra she wore. “I like
it.”
“You would.” She
said bitterly.
Pushing off of her,
he sat up. “Yeah, I would. Because I’m
a pig and a worthless bum, right? A
fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Yeah, that’s Tom Paris! Too bad, ‘cos I really wanted to add a
Klingon woman to the notches on my bedpost.”
“Tom, no, I didn’t
mean it like that.” She choked on her tears. “I don’t want it to be this way. I
want to make love not – not – mate! Mate like some animal!”
Her words tore at
him. Here he was wrapped up in himself
and not noticing her fears. “Let’s relax and go slow, okay?”
She searched his
eyes and found only love and understanding. “Okay.”
“And I really don’t
mind a little biting.” He nipped at her
neck.
Pulling open his
shirt, B'Elanna marveled at his pale skin. Forcing down the fever, she touched
him gently. He was cool under her
fingers and his skin was smooth and silky.
Unhooking her bra,
Tom captured a dark rose nipple in his mouth while teasing the other nipple
with his fingers. His free hand slid up
along her inner thighs pulling her skirt up as it went.
“Yes…” She jerked at
his belt until it came open and then unzipped his pants. He was hard and thick, throbbing through the
silk briefs.
“God, B'Elanna, I
want you…” He gasped against her wet nipples.
Don’t hurt him!
Don’t hurt him! The mantra
played in an endless loop in her mind as she slid her hands inside the briefs
to grasp the velvety shaft. Gently she
stroked up and down until he was thrusting helplessly into her hands.
Tom slipped his
fingers inside her damp panties. She
was hotter than any woman he’d touched before, her Klingon blood running her
body temperature higher than a human woman’s.
Eagerly, he plunged a finger inside of her and stroked it in and out,
adding a second finger to make her moan and wriggle under him.
Arching up against
him, she tugged at his hair to pull him back to her lips. Spreading her legs
wide as he moved up over her body, she growled as he tore her panties away.
“Now!”
Pressing himself
against her wet opening, he caught her gaze before plunging deep inside of her.
“Jesus, you’re hot! Oh, don’t move, don’t!”
She was hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. Tight and hot like molten lava. It took every bit of control he had not to
come like some virgin schoolboy.
B'Elanna wrapped her
legs around his waist and grasped his hips in her hands. Restlessly, she moved
under him wanting more. Don’t hurt him!
She forced her fingernails into her own palms fighting the urge to
scratch and claw at him
Finally, Tom began
pumping steadily into her. Bracing himself on his arms, he watched her face as
it contorted with pleasure. “You’re so soft and sweet, baby.” He licked his way across her forehead
ridges. “So beautiful.”
Knotting her hands
into the sofa cushions, she met his thrusts eagerly. Then his hands were on hers, pulling them free of the twisted
material.
“Touch me.”
“No! I can’t!” She
tried to pull free. “I want to scratch you!”
“B'Elanna, sometimes
sex is rough. You think human women
don’t scratch?” He pulled her arms
around him. “We are mating, baby, we are
mating!”
She dug her fingers
into his back as he began pounding into her.
Fireworks shot through her as he bit the side of her neck and his
fingers dug into her hips painfully holding her to him as he slammed his body
into hers.
Gasping painfully,
Tom let the climax roll through him and into her. Burying his face in her neck, he groaned at the cool feel of his
cum coating him inside her hot sheath.
What we got goin’ on
Is so incredible
This chemistry between
us feels so wonderful
But knowin’ me
I'll probably
Find a way to mess it
up
The soft laugh made
B'Elanna stiffen. “What the hell’s so funny?” Was he able to tell I don’t
have much experience?
“Usually it’s hotter
not cooler.”
“I don’t – I don’t
feel right?”
“You feel perfect.”
He rose up to kiss her. “Usually when I
cum it’s a rush of heat. You’re so hot it feels cool instead.” He kissed her again, deeper this time. “You
are fantastic.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“So were you.” She
pulled him back down to cradle him in her arms.
Who knows
Who cares
Right now
Just let me be
Who knows
Who cares
Right now
Just let me be
In love
“Do you think Tom
and B'Elanna are laying in bed like this?”
“Only if Tom got her
drunk on the wine you left.” Chakotay patted Kathryn’s bare bottom. “She’s too
smart to fall for him.”
“Come on, he’s a
nice kid.” She trailed her fingers
along the graceful lines of his tattoo.
“Give him time,
Kathryn, he’ll screw it up. He always does.”
“You are so
contrary!” She tugged on the raven hair
making him yelp.
B'Elanna was curled
up in the center of the bed sound asleep, a contented smile curving her
lips. Tom watched the slow rise and
fall of her breasts for a long time before pulling the sheet up over her.
Padding naked to the
bathroom, he threw a washcloth into the sink and turned on the hot water. Washing the stickiness off his thighs and
flaccid cock, he tossed it into the recycler.
Putting a clean washcloth under the running water, he looked at himself
in the mirror. “Don’t mess this up
Paris. Don’t screw it up this time.”
Let me be in love
I just want to be
In love
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