TITLE:
The Sweetest Dreams
AUTHOR:
Alice Max
EMAIL:
alicemax@dynacomm.ws
PARING/CODE:
P/T
RATING:
NC-17
DATE
POSTED: 4/31/02
DISCLAIMER:
Paramount owns these characters but the story is mine.
SUMMARY:
This is the adult version of “Sweet Dreams.” The story is set
during Season Two’s “Persistence of Vision.” As a result of
the Botha’s intervention, Tom and B’Elanna hallucinate about their
secret passions.
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She’s got to be stopped. If she succeeds in initiating the resonance burst they’ll gain control of their ship again.
“How’s it going down here?
“Not good. I can’t get a response from anybody.”
“I want you with me.”
“You aren’t Chakotay.”
“I’m the Chakotay you want me to be. The one who loves
you. This is what you want isn’t it? The secret you’ve been
keeping? You want us to be together. And we CAN be.”
“I have to help the others.”
“I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Ahhhhhh!”
“You feel the same way too?”
“YES!”
“Then
stay with me and let me love you the way you should be loved. tIqwIj Sa'angnIS
(I must show you my heart).”
“Ahhhhh,
I needed to hear you say that. I’ve wanted you to touch me like this for
so long. Ahhhhh, this is wrong,
Chakotay! I know this could never happen because you and I know we are
creatures of honor and duty. I want you to make love to me but I have to face
the fact that you wouldn’t take that risk – not as long as we are
on Voyager! You would never walk
away from your command. This is wrong!”
“Your
right B’Elanna, I can’t risk making love to you while we’re
still on Voyager. Let’s go
away together – just the two of us. I want to be your mate. That’s
what you fantasized about, isn’t it?”
“Ahhhh
yes! HIchop, bang. (Kiss me, love).”
“I’M
the only one you can confide your innermost secrets to. There’s no one
else.”
“No.
. .NO, this isn’t right.”
She’s resisting again. Wait. . .it’s not the commander she really wants in her bed. It’s the helmsman.
“What
are you doing here? Where’s Chakotay?”
“Com’on
Torres. You know as well as I do that Chakotay can’t satisfy both your
Human and Klingon side,” Paris smirked as he pinned her hands down on
either side of her with his hands. “Deep down inside you’re looking
for someone just as rebellious as you are. Someone who isn’t afraid to
take risks - who isn’t worried about what people think or concerned about
your sorted past because he has one too. Someone who isn’t afraid to fuck
you the way you need to be fucked!”
“PutaQ!
Get your hands off of me!” Struggling to break free, B’Elanna
hesitated and started panting when she felt Paris clutch firmly at her wrists.
She was amazed at how easy it was for him to match her strength and even surpass
it. Her panting increased in duration and volume when she realized that Paris
had managed to verbally ricochet characteristics she secretly desired in her
ideal mate. “Ahhhh, let go of me!”
“Not
until you admit that you want me – more than Chakotay – more than
any other man you’ve ever known!”
Torres
glared at him with disgust and allowed herself a few moments to gain control of
her breathing. Gathering up some saliva, she spat in his face. “Pig!
I’ll never admit that to you!”
“We’ll
see about that!” Paris leered at her and proceeded to lower himself over
her body. Reaching up to entwine his fingers with hers, he gripped them tightly
causing Torres to pant again in anticipation of his next move. Looking deep
into his steel blue eyes, B’Elanna could hear her hearts throbbing a duet
of excitement and her lungs panting out a silent cry for that long awaited
first contact. Gradually, a heady aroma filled her nostrils as he made his
descent to touch her receptive, flaming-red lips. His kiss ignited her passion,
culminating into one blazing display of emotion.
“That
kiss certainly tells me that you’re interested in me,” Tom
remarked, looking deep into her smoldering brown eyes. Releasing the grip on
her wrist, he moved his hands down to feel the dampness between her legs,
smiled and said in a husky voice, “You want me to make love to you. Your
body is no longer hiding that secret.” Torres squirmed as his hand
followed the wet trail from beginning to end. “Face it B’Elanna,
you’ve picked up my scent and you want me as your mate.”
Their
burning lips came together to spark yet another blistering kiss that caused
them to both moan in unison from the sensation. The intensity of the kiss quickly consumed them as their
hands roamed, in reckless abandonment, over each other’s body. In the
heat of their lust for one another, Torres caught Paris off guard and rolled
him over onto his back. She was surprised at his lack of resistance to her
sudden urge to control him. Copying his technique, she straddled him and pinned
his wrists down on the bed while she laughed at her achievement. Looking deep
into his clear azure blue eyes she sensed as if she could almost read his
thoughts.
“You
want me, don’t you?”
“Oh
yea – more than anything I’ve ever wanted before,” confessed
Paris.
“jachchoHmeH
'Iwraj penaghtaH (Mate until your blood screams),” she exclaimed as she
clasped her hands on either side of his face and challenged him to match the
forcefulness of her kiss.
Paris
accepted her challenge by pulling her on top of him and, in a bruising kiss,
wrestled victoriously to gain control of his lover’s body again.
Straddling
her, he tore through her uniform like a hungry animal tearing the flesh off of
its prey. Torres gasped in excitement as his mouth eagerly devoured one of her
breasts - sucking and biting her blushing peach nib to an erect tautness. His
breathing became heavy as he turned his attention to her other breast. Torres
growled her appreciation of his savage-like technique and pulled desperately at
his uniform to try to remove it.
Suspending his ministrations momentarily, Paris hastened her attempts to
disrobe him by ripping the cloth off his body with such fervor that she could
have sworn he was secretly part Klingon.
Both
trying to catch their breath, their bodies heaved their lascivious desires
while ogling each other’s naked physique. As a result of this long-awaited foreplay, B’Elanna
was feeling quite intoxicated by the musky aroma that permeated the air and
purred, “Meqlo boH qa mech
(I smell the burning of your blood).” Torres grinned noticing he too was
aroused from all of these sensations.
Paris
released a solemn moan when Torres opened her legs enticing him to bond with
her. He pounced on her, threw her
legs over his shoulders and impaled her with a sudden thrust. She could feel
him move so deep inside her that her Human part nearly swooned from the
excitement. Her Klingon side, however, reveled at his expertise and shouted
encouragement for him to continue: “deeper. . . HARDER. . . FASTER!”
Knowing
he had complete control of her, Paris smirked at her commands and hammered her
to the edge until she was screaming for release. Just when she thought she
couldn’t take anymore – Paris bit her on the cheek, claiming her as
his. At that moment, Torres’ release came like a warp core explosion,
cascading though her body and replacing any doubt she had about Tom Paris with
gratification.
*
* *
The helmsman is the only crewman left on the bridge to intercept. Deal with him!
“. . . you usually manage to make a mess of everything you
do.”
“Let me say something I’ve always wanted to say –
get out of my life!”
“I’m just telling you what you already know. When the
going gets tough, you crumble.”
“Not anymore. NOT ANYMORE!”
“You don’t really believe that. In your heart you
believe you’ll fail again. And of course you will. You can’t do
anything right. You’ll fail. Why even try?”
“NO!
I’ve changed Dad. Being on Voyager has changed me. I won’t listen
anymore to what you have to say to me!”
“Tom,
what your father is saying is untrue. That was the old Tom Paris.”
“Kes?”
“Yes,
Tom, it’s me Kes. You HAVE changed and I’m proud of you. So very
proud of you. I have also changed my mind about us.”
“Us?”
“Ever
since that day I fell into your arms during that training simulation, I wanted
to kiss you.”
“What
about Neelix?”
“Neelix
will have to understand that I have made my decision to be with you.”
“You
have? That’s just great. You win Dad! I can’t do anything right! I
made a mess out of my friendship with Neelix and with you. Huh! That’s
all I do is fall head-over-heels into impossible relationships. Please go away.”
“Don’t
you think you’re being a little to hard on yourself?”
“Lt.
Torres. Where’s Kes?”
“She
ran back to Neelix. Good riddance,” she said caustically as she took a
seat next to him on the bridge.
“And
why do you say that?” he challenged pressing in codes on his Navigational
Control Panel.
“Because
Paris, she’s a child. She doesn’t know how to give you what you
need,” Torres countered as she reached over and punched a button on his
console.
“Oh
and I suppose you know what I need!” he snapped, glaring at her.
“I
know you don’t need to be disappointed again involved in another dead end
relationship,” Torres smirked.
“Huh!
You’ve got that right,” Tom agreed. “What makes you an
authority on how I feel anyway?”
“Paris,
don’t flatter yourself. You’re not as complicated to read as you
think you are. In fact, I’ve noticed a change in you since last
year.”
“For
the better?”
“Yes,
for the better,” Torres retorted as she stood up and walked over to where
he was sitting. “It must have been quite a change if it caught my
attention,” she remarked as she sat on his lap.
Paris
moved to put his arms around her waist and inquired, “So you don’t
think I’d crumble when the going gets tough?”
She
put her arms around his neck and replied, “My human side was ready to
give up when we were captured by the Vidians. You were the one that gave me
strength to go on. I’ll never forget that. You didn’t let me quit
fighting for survival,” she said as she placed a kiss on his cheek.
It
was comforting to know that someone didn’t consider him a failure –
not by a long shot!
“B’Elanna
I have something to confess to you,” he said as he lowered his head for a
moment. I wanted to do more than
just help you – I wanted to take care of you. Raising his head to meet
her coffee-colored eyes he said, “In the cell, I wanted to do more than
just touch your face. When you confided in me, I needed to be close to you
– to hold you in my arms and make everything right again.”
“You
made it possible for things to be right again, Tom Paris,” she whispered
as she leaned in to gently kiss him. Paris responded with a heartfelt kiss and
held on to her tightly.
“I’ve
wanted to do that for so long. I just didn’t know if you would kiss me
back,” he admitted to her.
“I’ll
do more than kiss you back, Tom,” B’Elanna purred as she stood to
face him. She gently wedged her body between his legs and kneeled before him,
her face now eyeballing his crotch.
She
looked directly up at him while her hands made quick work undoing the portion
of his uniform that contained his growing erection.
“B’Elanna
we’re on the Bridge for God sakes,” he said through clinched teeth,
staring down at her. Paris looked around the Bridge for any signs of movement
from the crew. It seemed that all of them were motionless except for Torres and
him. Trying to concentrate on the navigational controls, he suddenly jerked in
his chair when he felt her hands grab hold and start to play with his cock.
“Isn’t
this one of your fantasies? To have a beautiful female crewmember pleasure you
underneath your console while you’re on duty?”
“AHHHH,
oh yea,” he replied as Torres proceeded to crawl under the console,
leading Paris by his shaft. “I daydreamed about that. . . ahhh. . . quite
often. . . but I NEVER imagined it would be YOU doing this to ME,” he
asserted, rolling his eyes to the back of his head while B’Elanna ran her
mouth up and down his shaft.
“How
did you. . . oh honey, yes, right there. . .know. . .what was I going to say?
Ahhhh! B’Elanna stop!”
Torres
reappeared from underneath the console and commented, ”You know, Paris,
you’re right. This is one of your fantasies – but it’s not
one of your fantasies about me.” She crawled to a standing position, then
slapped both of her hands on either side of his shoulders and began to push him
to the floor. Paris yelped and found himself on his back, in his bed, being
passionately kissed by Torres. She broke their kiss and raised her head to face
him in his dimly lit quarters.
“B’Elanna,
your ridges are gone. You’re human!”
“Tom,
make love to me,” she pleaded.
“PutaQ!
Get your hands off of him,” shouted the Klingon female as she grabbed the
Human female and threw her off of Paris. “This one doesn’t want
just you – he wants both of us to satisfy him. Isn’t that right,
Paris?”
“Wha?”
“YOU
want US!”
“I
must be dreaming,” confirmed Paris.
“Ever
since the Vidians split us in two, you wanted to know what it would be like to
have two halves of the same female pleasure you. Well, now you have your
chance,” the Klingon Torres teased as she ran her fingernail down his
cheek.
“This
can’t be happening,” Paris whispered as he blinked to focus on the
two females.
“She’s
right,” agreed the Human Torres. “You’ve fantasized about
what it would be like to make love to me – to make love to US! I know
you’re probably comfortable with me but you’re not sure how my
Klingon side would react to human love-making.” The Human Torres looked
at her counterpart, then at Paris and spoke with fresh insight: “So
enjoying both of us at the same time would definitely make it easier for you to
see the difference.”
“He
wants ME more than YOU, PutaQ,” the Klingon female spat in the direction
of her opposite. “You’ve always wanted an aggressive female with a
little more bite than what you’re used to, aye Paris,” the Klingon
Torres growled as she slapped his arm.
“OW!”
“Leave
him alone,” yelled the Human Torres.
“And
YOU’RE going to stop me? HA! YOU who pleaded with him to make love to
you? Let’s see how long it will take you to plead for you life!
“Ladies,
Ladies,” Paris interrupted with a nervous laugh. “There’s
plenty of me for the both of you.”
Both
of the females stared at each other, then smiled at Paris and moved in the
direction of his exposed erection. The Klingon Torres and Human Torres looked
at each other, nodded and then began to run their tongues on either side of his
shaft causing Paris to flinch in response. He sighed, closed his eyes and began
a series of soft moans, reacting to their hands cupping to message his balls
while their tongues continued to work his entire shaft.
When
the foreplay stopped momentarily, Paris opened his eyes to find the Human
Torres looking directly at him while her hands slowly caressed his manhood.
Releasing a joyful moan, he marveled at the way the Human Torres made him feel
as she tenderly touched her full red lips to the tip of his shaft causing some
of his fluid to moisten her lips. She then opened her mouth, eased it around
the tip and glided up and down his shaft in slow deliberate movements. Paris
propped himself up on the bed to watch her ministrations and also to enjoy the
view of the Klingon Torres ripping the clothes from her body. He had never seen
a naked Klingon female (or fucked one for that matter) so his excitement was
growing (as well as his erection) by the minute.
“So
Paris, you like what you see huh?”
She
had a more defined, tight build (that even surpassed his muscular frame) and
her physique was rather rigid (not soft like her Human counterpart). “You
want me, don’t you,” interrogated the Klingon Torres as she
‘eyed’ his physical response.
“Oh
yea,” he gasped. He never knew a female to be so confident, so blunt, so
barbaric that it bordered on vulgarity. She had all the qualities that seem to
complement his alleged ‘lowbrow’ attitude.
“Did
you know Paris that Klingon females have voracious appetites?”
“So
I’ve heard. . . Ahhhh,” he yelled as his senses were just about to
overload.
“Not
like that human female PutaQ over there,” she sneered, pointing her
finger at the Human Torres.
“Look
at how pathetic she is, trying to service you,” she shouted as she pushed
the female away from his erection. “Go over there and
disrobe.”
Ripping
through his uniform with her nails she purred, “I’m going to give
this human pleasure like he’s never known.” Looking up at him, she
stripped him free of clothing in a matter of seconds.
“Hey,
take it easy there,” he exclaimed. “It’s going to cost me
more replicator rations to get a new uniform!”
“Ha!
That should be the least of your concerns,” she snarled running her nails
up and down his torso. “You and I know that you have a wild side no female
has yet to satisfy. Until now.” The Klingon Torres grabbed his cock and
started working it with her mouth, grazing and nipping at his shaft with her
teeth.
Paris
was going out of his mind with pleasure. He was amazed that the she managed to
stimulate every nerve of his manhood in, what seemed to be, such a short span
of time. She sensed that he wanted to prolong this pleasure and continued to
hold him close to the edge - teasing him constantly until he was ready for one
mind-blowing experience. The Klingon Torres took pride in the fact that she had
Paris where she wanted him and could make him climax at any moment of her
choosing.
During
his struggles to stop this urge for release, Paris tried to transfer his
attention to the Human Torres. He watched in awe as she slowly (and in a rather
shy way) removed her clothing. She was all woman – tanned skin, exotic
face, firm breasts, curves where they should be, shapely legs, and slender
fingers that tried to cover up her blushing nudity.
She
was close enough to the bed to hear Paris sigh, “God you’re so
beautiful,” admiring her body from head to toe.
“You’re
not just saying that, are you,” she asked as she
reluctantly
moved her hands away allowing him to view all of her.
“No,
I’m not just saying that to be nice B’Elanna,” Tom retorted
as he ogled his intentions to her.
“That body. . . oh, those legs. . .I’m starting to cum just
looking at you,” he moaned as he reached out to stroke her thigh.
“Oh,
B’Elanna you feel so good – both of you – I can’t take
much more of this – Ahhhhh!”
The
next sounds Paris heard were distant ramblings that became more recognizable by
the moment.
“Tom,
wake up. Tom. . . can you hear me?”
“Wha?
Where am I?”
“You’re
in your quarters, Tom. You passed out. Are you OK?”
Paris
blinked to focus on a hazy image of a Human/Klingon B’Elanna Torres
stoking his forehead and smiling at him.
“B’Elanna?”
“Yes,
Tom. Can you hear me?”
This
time, Paris blinked to find himself on the Bridge, sitting at his navigational
console. He jerked in his seat, pushed his chair away from the console and
looked down at his crotch. Relieved to see that his uniform wasn’t torn,
he abruptly glanced around the Bridge observing the crew waking up as from a
deep sleep.
“Yah,
sure, Lieutenant. I can hear you,” Paris replied.
“The Botha’s control over us is gone. You should have navigational control back,” confirmed Lt. Torres.
“Take us out of here, Mr. Paris,”
ordered Captain Janeway.
“Yes,
Ma’am.”
*
* * *
“Commander.”
“Tom.
Mind if I walk with you?”
“Sure
but I’m only going as far as the Turbolift.”
“I
thought I’d use the Holodeck tonight. Care to join me? It’s a
boxing workout program I created. It might tire us out so that we can get some
sleep.”
“Sleep!
Huh! I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that tonight and not think
about some alien trying to invade my mind.”
“As
I said, it might be the kind of diversion you need to take your mind off of
what happened today.”
“Thanks
for the invitation but in a way I don’t know if I want to stop thinking
about what happened today – at least part of it anyway. It was just
something I hadn’t thought of in quite a while. It seemed so real and
well,. . . I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
“In
a way, I know what you mean. What we experienced was similar to a ‘Vision
Quest’ and that indeed requires some thought interpreting all the signs.
Good night Lieutenant.”
*
* * *
“Captains log supplemental: We have no explanation for the
mysterious disappearance of the telepathic alien. We can’t even be
certain that he was actually here. He seems to have left us with any number of
unanswered questions.”
“I’m surprised to see you here, Captain. Isn’t
this the day that you’re usually in the Holodeck with your novel?”
“I thought, after our recent experience that I’d take a
break from fantasy for a while.”
“I don’t blame you. I think that it had quite an impact
on all of us. Do you think it’s true? That the alien was reading our
minds? Creating them just from our own experiences?”
“It seemed that way. He had an uncanny ability to bring
thoughts out into the open. Why?”
“It’s just I experienced something I’d rather not
admit.”
“I know. Me too. But in a way maybe he did us all a favor. Maybe it’s better to. . . look those feelings into the eye and to keep them locked up inside.”
“I guess I’ll have to think about that. Well, I have an
early watch tomorrow so I’d better turn in. Good night, Captain.”
“Good night B’Elanna. Sweet dreams.”
“Thanks, you too.”
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