Title: Fidelity
Author: Debb
Rating: R
Codes: P/T
Disclaimer: Paramount owns all. All hail Paramount.
Authors Notes: This is the third in a series beginning with "Frustration"
and "Fascination", and endong with "Fate". The story stands alone but you might wanna read the
other two just for the background.
B'Elanna sat across the table from Tom, using her food as an excuse not to talk to him. She watched him surreptitiously, trying to ignore the fire in her groin long enough to satisfy the one in her belly. Gods, the smell of him was intoxicating. She tried to think of something to say to him, and failed. There never seemed to be anything to say, as though there were something missing between them that she couldn't identify.
Whatever it was, she'd seen it. What he'd been thinking about alone in the shower, she wanted that. The look on his face; the desperate need and desire with which he ground his cock into his own relief, she wanted that to be directed at her.
That image kept coming back to haunt her. Tom, forehead, hands, thighs pressed against the shower wall, tongue wandering sensuously across swollen lips; ejaculate smeared across his limp genitals as he ground his hips in a slow, circular motion against the slick surface.
It must be her own damn fault; Tom invited her to his holoprograms; offered to buy her things, take her places. She always begged off in the name of work.
The only common ground they had was sex; Tom would do everything in the name of sex, and he could get off on anything. He lacked a certain amount of Klingon stamina, but what he couldn't do with his cock he more than made up for with hands and mouth. Maybe their problem was a lack of spice. They just needed a little more... variety in their sex life. She was certainly attracted to other people, and she knew he hadn't been thinking about her while he was playing with himself in the shower. He'd looked guilty when she walked in. Just the same, she was sure he loved her. Pretty sure.
"I have to go to the bathroom," she said, abruptly leaving the table. Tom gave her a curious look as she passed him, which she ignored.
Shutting the bathroom door firmly, she sat on the edge of the tub and tried to think who Tom would find as enticing as she knew he found her. Seven? No, Seven was a baby. Even Tom would balk at sleeping with someone who had the emotional development of a twelve year old child. The Delaneys? No, he'd had them already and dropped them. Who else? Not the captain, she was too much like his mother, and he still didn't get along with Chakotay. She couldn't imagine anyone fantasizing about Tuvok or Neelix. Couldn't be Harry. Nicoletti?
B'Elanna's head began to ache as she tried to recall the names and faces of everyone on board. She closed her eyes, picturing Tom in the mess hall. Surely she'd have noticed his attention wandering, but try as she might she couldn't remember him looking at anyone but her. He always sat next to Harry, across from her, and his attention rarely wandered far from their table.
She growled in frustration as the scene unfolded before her. Tom would laugh at something Harry said, look over at him and smile...
Her memory zeroed in on that smile and she realized suddenly how close Tom sat next to Harry at meals, walked next to him, slept near him, or even with him on away missions. Good gods, it WAS Harry! Why hadn't she known that? He was perfect. They both loved him, could TALK to him. Every time they had a fight, one or both of them ended up in his quarters anyway. A vague idea began forming at the back of her mind. If she could get Tom to-
A soft knock at the bathroom door distracted her. She looked up thoughtfully as Tom's voice issued from the room; "You okay in there, B'Elanna?"
"Yes," she replied. "Tom, come in here," she added, eyes gleaming as her husband entered wearing nothing but a pair of sheer silk boxers. Tom had a thing for silk.
Tom moved to stand directly in front of her, admiring her cleavage. Impulsively, he knelt before her, pushing her knees apart and pressing his body closer to hers.
B'Elanna reached down and fondled his groin for a moment; he still hadn't recovered from his fun in the shower.
Good, she wanted him to last a long, long time during what she had planned for later.
Tom lifted her hips up off the edge of the tub, tugging her pants down with one hand and letting the soft silk puddle on the floor at her feet. She spread her legs further and he nuzzled her, warm breath followed by a hot, wet tongue. He held her firmly by the hips, alternately licking and nibbling as she leaned backward in pleasure. B'Elanna stuck her fingers in her mouth, rolling an erect nipple between them, pinching hard whenever Tom bit down on her. She moaned, imagining Harry's mouth on her breasts, hands on her thighs.
She wrapped her legs around her Tom's head, clenching his face between powerful thighs, fingernails drawing blood from the back of his neck. Her moans grew louder as he held her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and she let out something close to a scream as she climaxed into his mouth.
Tom looked up at her, breathing hard, cream flecking his mouth, nose, cheeks, dribbling down his chin. "You know what I want for my anniversary present, Tom?" B'Elanna asked fiercely.
"What?"
"Harry." She replied, the look on his face stirring the familiar flames in her belly.
"Yes," he breathed, wanting. "But-"
B'Elanna leaned very close to him, their faces almost touching. "No buts," she said very softly, baring her teeth with a ferocity she normally kept hidden. "Go get him." Tom nodded, exhilarated, and scrambled up from his position on the floor.
"Tom!" she said, suddenly unsure of herself. He turned to look at her and she hesitated. "I need to see it," she said finally. "Don't leave me out."
"I wouldn't ever do that, B'Elanna," he replied softly, slipping through the door to their sleeping quarters.
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