Chapter Seven- Realizations

The rain was still failing when the two woke the next morning. It was a slight shower and very soothing.

Tom looked at B'Elanna and whispered, "See, the storm didn't destroy the pod. Still want to find another shelter?"

B'Elanna tried to scowl at him, but failed. She shook her head instead, and got out of her chair. She went through her bag, looking for something to eat. She also brought out a change of clothes.

Tom watched as she went through her bag. He then decided he needed a change of clothes. He didn't have much, but they would do. He went into his bag as B'Elanna stood up, a bundle in her hand.

B'Elanna stared at him. She didn't know if she should tell him she was going to change in here since it was raining or not. She decided not to since he was occupied. She would just have to hurry.

B'Elanna dropped her bundle, and unfastened her uniform top. She quickly removed it then her grey undershirt. She did not see that Tom had stopped looking through his bag, and was now staring at her.

Tom's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He had never seen B'Elanna half-naked before. He stared in awe at the bronze beauty before him. His mouth was suddenly dry, and his body was beginning to respond to what he was seeing. Tom continued to stare even after B'Elanna was dressed again. He still couldn't believe what he had just seen.

B'Elanna turned to see Tom looking at her. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly opened. She then knew what happened.

"Paris!" She shouted angrily.

Tom blinked and looked at her. He saw her glare, and realized that she had caught him staring.

Oh no, he thought with dread, I'm dead.

Tom closed his eyes as he waited for her wraith.

"What the hell were you doing!?"

Damn it! Tom growled, Why does she ask me these questions? She already knows the damn answer!

"Paris!" B'Elanna demanded when he didn't speak.

Tom glared at her. She was going to kill him anyway, so he answered, "I was awed by your beauty, Torres! If you think that is reason enough to kill me, then go ahead!"

B'Elanna was shocked. She stared at him, but he went back to his bag. She watched as he picked out some clothes, closed the bag, and stood up. She held his gaze as she spoke.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't..."

"Drop it, B'Elanna," Tom interrupted, "I shouldn't have been staring at you. I'm sorry."

Tom then exited the pod and into the rain.

B'Elanna stared after him, too stunned to stop him. When she realized that he was gone, he was already half-way to the river.

"Oh, gods," B'Elanna whispered.

B'Elanna ran out into the rain after him. She was going to tell him he was crazy for running off in the middle of a rain fall. She didn't care that she was also racing into the shower. She ignored the water dripping down her face as she ran toward Tom.

When she found him sitting up against a tree, staring off into the distance. He didn't notice her walking up to him.

Tom closed his eyes, and rested his head up against the tree. He couldn't understand why B'Elanna dispised compliments. He knew she was right to yell at him for staring, but it still upset him. He couldn't help it. B'Elanna was truly beautiful, and he wanted more than anything to get her to believe that.

"Tom?" The voice made him jump. He looked up to see the object of his thoughts standing over him.

"B'Elanna, go back to the pod. You'll catch a cold."

"So will you, Flyboy," B'Elanna told him.

Tom smiled and nodded. He was almost soaked, and he knew B'Elanna was as well. He ran a hand through his wet hair and sighed.

Might as well get out of the rain, he thought.

He stood up and looked at the half-Klingon. B'Elanna was wearing a brown tunic and her leather Maquis pants. Her hair was wet and clung to her head. Some of it fell into her eyes. Her eyes were black with arousal.

Tom smiled casually, took a deep breath, and walked off toward the pod. He heard B'Elanna follow him. He tried to get the look of her piqued expression out of his mind. He told himself he was imagining things, but he wasn't entirely convinsed.

B'Elanna had never been so stimulated. The apperance of a soaked Tom Paris aroused her in such away that she was afraid she would have taken him right there. She was able to restrain herself, though.

They reached their tiny shelter, and Tom turned around to ask B'Elanna what she wanted to eat. He saw that her eyes were still dark with desire. He stared at her for a few minutes before opening the pod's door, and stepped inside.

Tom grabbed his blanket to dry himself off. He was sorry that B'Elanna had to change clothes again. She should have stayed in the pod instead of coming after him. He could take care of himself.

She's probably returning the favor when you went to look for her, Tom reasoned.

B'Elanna cares about you, Paris, another voice told him, She was afraid you'd catch a cold or worse. Same reason you went after her.

Tom tossed the blanket aside to see that B'Elanna had changed clothes again. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. He then blushed when he realized he had to change as well.

"Shall I closed my eyes, Tom?" B'Elanna asked, reading his mind.

Tom smiled shyly. He then eyed her impishly, "No peeking now."

To make sure of this, he went over to her, and drapped his blanket over her head. He then went back to the front of the pod to change.

B'Elanna inhaled the scent on the blanket. It smelled wonderful. She growled deeply and loudly, getting Tom's attention.

"B'Elanna, are you all right?"

B'Elanna removed the blanket to see Tom shirtless. Both of them stared wide-eyed. Tom, because he knew of his half-dressed state, and B'Elanna because of it.

The half-Klingon stared at the pilot, drinking him in. She looked up and down him, staring at his chest the longest. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed. She moaned her arousal, causing Tom to blink in stunned silence.

"Lanna?" Tom asked, watching her stare at him. It was also arousing him.

Tom bent down to get a shirt only to feel a hand playing in his hair. He looked up to see B'Elanna standing over him.

B'Elanna knelt in front of him, and traced his face with her index finger. She smiled as he tried to kiss it.

"Tom," B'Elanna began almost unsure, "make love to me."

Tom stared at her, startled. She was serious which shocked him even more. She wanted to have sex with him. All this made him dizzy. He couldn't believe it.

"You're sure?" He asked, he wanted to make certain that this was what she wanted.

B'Elanna nodded then leaned forward and kissed him gently. She felt a spark shoot through her, but she didn't pull away. She wanted this even if it was sudden. She deepened the kiss, letting her tongue dance with his.

Tom moved his lips to kiss her jawline then her neck. He felt her kissing his neck as she ran her hands over his chest. He nibbled her earlobe, growling slightly. He moved his hands down her arms then across her breasts. He then went back to her lips as he moved his hands under her tunic. He heard her moan with pleasure.

B'Elanna growled as Tom removed her shirt. They stared at each other for a few moments, listening to the rain pound on the roof of the pod.

Slowly, B'Elanna unfastened Tom's pants. She pushed then off his hips, down to his knees. Tom sat back to pull them all the way off. She helped the pilot take off her pants. Soon they were both in their underwear.

"Last chance to turn back," Tom whispered, offering her a way out.

In answer, B'Elanna unfastened her bra, and tossed it behind her. She smiled at Tom's expression of awe. He lifted her chin till he was looking into her eyes. She then took his mouth with hers. Their tongues danced as B'Elanna drew him closer to her. She explored his body with her hands, following up with her lips. She smiled as she heard Tom moan.

Tom relished in the sensations he was feeling. He grew more aroused as B'Elanna continued to kiss every part of his body. He tensed when she removed his briefs.

B'Elanna growled in appreciation. She reached down and stroked him, causing him to groan.

"You like?" She asked as she continued to stroke him.

Tom growled in response. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back.

B'Elanna stopped petting him, took off her underwear, then kissed him on the lips. She ran her hands through his unruly hair, making it look even worse. She then lied down on her back, bringing Tom with her. She nibbled on his earlobe, causing him to growl.

"Now," B'Elanna growled into his ear.

Tom didn't have to ask if she was sure. Her voice told him everything. He heard her gasp as he entered her.

"Oh, gods," B'Elanna gasped.

She began to moan as Tom moved inside her. She never thought she'd ever be doing this again, let alone with Tom Paris. She wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deeper inside her.

Tom felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders as he thrust faster and deeper into her. He never thought B'Elanna Torres would ever be doing this with him. They had just recently became friends. Now, they were making love.

"Tom," B'Elanna moaned as she felt herself nearing the edge. She never thought she'd feel this good. She tilted her head back as the first wave flowed over her.

"Oh, gods, Tom!"

Tom thrust fiercely as he felt her muscles close around him. She felt so good. He never felt anything like this before.

"B'Elanna," he moaned into her ear. She growled then cried out as she fell over the cliff into escatsy. She felt Tom thrust one last time before he released into her, joining her in their cries of passion.

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