By Maquis Leader
He’s such a pig. Look at him, kissing her, touching her. Tom Paris, ladies man. She’s giggling like crazy. I would too if he rubbed noses with me. There’s a Klingon thought! B'Elanna rubbed her eyes. I will not cry. I will not let this make me cry!
More giggles as Tom kissed along her neck. A squeal of pleasure. His laugh was husky.
Oh, Kahless, that laugh! I will not cry! So he’s kissing her! Big deal! She wiped the tears away.
“B'Elanna, are you okay?” Tom asked.
“You’re still a pig.” She lifted Miral out of his arms. “Daddy.”