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SUMMERY: B'Elanna is at it again. This time, she's letting her Klingon side out to play. ;-) Rated NC-17.

SANDRINE'S

Thomas Eugene Paris entered the holodeck and stopped short. He looked around at his surroundings in surprise. He was suspecting something with a romantic feel to it. A park at midnight; a picnic by the river; anything. Instead, surrounding him was the French bar and poolhall that he had created for the crew of Voyager: Sandrine's.
*What is that little minx planning?* He thought as he walked toward the bar.
He did not see B'Elanna Torres anywhere. He poured himself a drink, and sat down on a barstool to wait for her. After awhile, he was beginning to wonder if she had forgotten her own "party."
Tom was about to ask the computer where B'Elanna was when he heard the holodeck doors open. He looked up and saw the object of his thoughts enter Sandrine's.
"This lateness is becoming a habit, B'Elanna," he said, smiling.
"You were late last time," she answered, "It's only fair, Tom."
He nodded and embraced her. The two kissed for awhile before Tom broke the kiss and looked at her. She was wearing a simple dress with thin straps. It was an off white color that seemed to darken her hair and the color of her skin. He felt the heat rise up inside him as he stared at her.
Tom was able to fight down his arousal by asking her what had plagued him since he entered the holodeck, "Sandrine's? B'Elanna, you are becoming more daring each time. What will it be next time? Sickbay?"
B'Elanna laughed and he became even more hotter. She shook her head and answered, "No, Tom. But if you want me to come cheer you up while you're there...."
She reached up and brought him down for a deep passionate kiss. She felt his body heat flow from him and caused her to become aroused. She then remembered what she was going to do to this cocky pilot. She smiled inwardly as she took his hand and led him over to the pool table. She shoved him up against it and viciously devoured his mouth. She growled deeply as he responded with equal viciousness.
B'Elanna shoved herself away from him. She stared into his eyes that were dark with arousal. She growled then went back over to the bar. She picked up the bottle of wine then walked back over to where Tom was watching her intently.
"You want a drink first, B'Elanna?" Tom asked as he watched her dark eyes darken dangerously.
At that moment, B'Elanna broke the bottle against the pool table. Tom jumped back to avoid the flying glass. A couple flew into his arm, but he ignored the pain. He was more concerned about what his lover had planned. He stared at her in surprise as she returned back toward him, the broken bottle in her hand.
"Let me guess," Tom said, picking the broken pieces out of his left arm, "you're going to use that on me."
"I always knew you were smart," B'Elanna purred as she stepped closer to him.
"Good thing the safties are on," Tom mumbled as the half-Klingon lifted the bottle to his face. He tensed up as he watched the sharp edges came within inches of his cheek.
B'Elanna smiled as she moved the bottle from his cheek to his throat. She growled her approval as Tom stood still as she moved it across his throat. She grew more aroused with each passing moment.
Tom closed his eyes as B'Elanna moved the bottle down the front of his white shirt. He felt his own arousal grow as he felt the sharp edges graze his chest. He let out a soft growl that soon became a gasp. His eyes flew open as he heard the familiar sound of cloth ripping. He looked down to see B'Elanna use the bottle as a knife to cut his shirt open.
"Careful you don't kill me with that," he said as the cutting continued.
B'Elanna only growled more as she ripped the shirt apart. Soon, Tom's shirt was ripped completely open. She shoved it off his shoulders and traced his chest and torso with the bottle. She heard Tom gasp as the sharp edges moved up and down his body. he then tensed back up when he felt the bottle up against his face again. He opened his eyes and stared into B'Elanna's dark gaze.
Suddenly, Tom grabbed the bottle, spun around to where B'Elanna was up against the pool table, and placed the broken bottle against her face. She stared at the edges as her body responded.
"My turn," Tom whispered into her ear, causing her to moan with pleasure. She wanted him to do this to her, even as she wanted to do the same to him. She was so aroused, she feared she would take him before he even cut her dress open.
Tom moved the bottle down to her throat. He pressed the edges against her throat as he traced the path he took with his lips. He nibble at her earlobe, causing her to moan his name. He smiled as he continued his way down to her throat. He pulled back and noticed that he had cut her. He fought back his concern as he removed the bottle and licked the blood away. He heard her growl in repsonse and he relaxed.
*She part Klingon after all,* he reminded himself as he moved the broken bottle down to the front of her dress. He kiss the top of her breasts as they heaved in anticipation. He knew she was just loving this.
B'Elanna closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She moaned his name as she heard cloth being cut. She grabbed his arms as the sounds continued. She was so close, it was driving her crazy.
"Tom," she moaned and the sounds continued all the way down to her knees. She opened her eyes and looked to see that he had cut her dress in two pieces. He stood up and shoved the dress off her.
Tom traced her breasts with the bottle, smiling as he heard her sigh with pleasure. He then moved the edges down her body; kissing hot trails where the bottle had been. He then took her in her arms and devoured her mouth.
Tongues danced feriously as one hand reached out to take the broken bottle. Tom moved the bottle out of her reach as he continued to assault her mouth. He then moved down to her neck, then throat. When he reached her shoulder, B'Elanna shoved him away. She growled at him and he only smiled.
"At a disadvantage, B'Elanna?" He asked, knowing that she wanted the bottle.
B'Elanna growled. She inched closer to him then spun around. Her raised leg contected with his right arm. He yelped in surprise and released the bottle. He flew from his hand and landed with a crash on the floor. The two then stared at each other.
"Well that toy is gone," Tom said, "Care to find another?"
B'Elanna snorted and went to the broken pieces. She picked up a large one then went back over to Tom. She backed him up against the bar, and continued what she had planned.
"Careful!" Tom gasped as she brought the piece of glass to the top of his pants. He closed his eyes and prayed to any gods that she didn't slip up.
B'Elanna felt his tension grow and it aroused her even further. She smiled wickedly as she slowly brought the glass down his crotch. She heard him growl and he even bucked a little. She warned him not to move as she continued to move the piece of glass up and down him.
"Gods," Tom gasped in both arousal and nervousness, "Do something."
B'Elanna smiled at the strained tone of his voice. He was as aroused as she was. She moved the glass up and down him on last time before she took the top of his pant in her left hand as she cut the cloth with the glass. She felt Tom tense up even more as the sound of tearing cloth came to their ears.
The tearing of the cloth seemed to last forever to Tom. His tension grew with each passing moment and he feared he couldn't take much more. Soon, he felt a cool breeze against him, and he opened his eyes. He looked down to see B'Elanna blowing against him.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked, feeling a new emotion come over him, frustration.
B'Elanna looked up at him and smiled, "Aren't you?"
Tom's eyes glittered impishly. He bent down and lift her to her feet. He devoured her mouth as he slipped her underwear off. He felt the piece of glass against his skin, and he jumped. He held onto B'Elanna as he let his tongue dance with her.
B'Elanna ran her left hand through his blonde hair as her right pressed the glass against his stomach. She felt him jumped, but she was glad that he didn't let her go. He was defintely enjoying this, she could feel his arousal against her thigh. She growled her approval as she moved her left hand down to the waistband of his underwear. She slipped them off and they landed on the floor.
Tom stepped out of the pool of cloth at his feet. He then spun B'Elanna around to where she was up against the bar. He winced when he felt the glass pierce his skin, but he ignored it. He kissed his way down her; feeling the glass graze his skin as he moved down. He moved it away from his face when he was kneeling on the floor before her.
"Had enough of the glass, Tom?" B'Elanna asked as she stared down at him.
Tom didn't answer as he kissed her inner thighs. She gapsed at the sensations that he was giving her. She gripped the piece of glass tighter as he assaulted her with his tongue. She grabbed his head and he stopped.
"Drop the glass, Lanna," he said as he stared at the piece from the corner of his eye. There was noway he was going to this with a sharp piece of glass so close to his face.
B'Elanna growled and brought his face closer to her. He placed his hands against the bar as he continued to lick and kiss her. He was still quite aware of the glass close to his left ear.
Suddenly, B'Elanna screamed his name as nearly tore his hair out as she fell over the edge. After a while, she collapsed into Tom's arms.
When she opened her eyes, she felt gently kisses on her forhead that moved to her cheek then neck. She growled and Tom's face came into her vision.
"You're turn," B'Elanna whispered as she sat up.
Tom shook his head and stood up. He then helped her up, "I have other plans."
Without another word, he pushed B'Elanna against the bar again. She yelped in surprise, but she wasn't going to let him take control this time. She spun him around, changing postitions. She then placed the glass against his ribcage and devoured his mouth.
Tom felt the piece of glass move down his body then between them. He tensed and gapsed as he felt the glass gently move up and down him. He moaned into the kiss as he ran his hand through her dark hair.
B'Elanna moved the glass back his side to poke his ribs. He gasped into the kiss, and she growled. He growled in response then spun her around back up against the bar. She gasped in surprise then pleasure as Tom spread her legs and entered her. She tilted her head back as he feriously thrusted up into her. She moaned his name as her arms wrapped around him. She soon forgot about the piece of glass as the two found a rythmn. She wrapped a leg around his waist then another as he thrusted deeper into her. She felt his hands on her hips as he held her against the bar.
B'Elanna felt Tom's thrusts come faster as their passion built. He took her mouth with his and their tongues danced as their lower bodies picked up their pace. She growled into the kiss as her tension built.
Suddenly, a scream sounded through Sandrine's. It was soon followed by a cry as Tom released into B'Elanna. The two then collasped to the cold floor.
After a moment, B'Elanna slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She looked down at her lover and her eyes grew wide with concern. Blood flowed steadily from two wounds; one near his ribcage and the other in his side. She looked at his face to see sweat dripping from his forhead and hair. She wiped his wet hair off his forhead and he opened his eyes.
Tom stared into her dark eyes to find them clouded with concern. He sat up only to feel a dull ache in his side. He placed his hand there to find it wet. He took his hand away and saw it covered in blood. He stared at her, and she looked away.
"Got carried away, did we?" Tom asked, placing a finger under her chin. He moved her head to look at her. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry, Tom," she said, softly, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Tom shook his head, "B'Elanna, the wounds aren't deep. I'll be fine. Stop worrying."
She looked at him and smiled, "You always said you wouldn't mind seeing my Klingon side again, Tom. How'd you like it?"
Tom smiled and took her in his arms. He kissed her forhead and said, "I loved it, B'Elanna. Though next time, we'll use a holographic bottle instead of a replicated one."
B'Elanna smiled as she relaxed into his embrace. Next time, it would be his turn, and she hoped he would be as daring as her.
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