Moments

Tom entered the room and saw B'Elanna standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She had on a dark blue satin nightgown. Slowly she approached him. Tom's mouth went dry at the absolute beauty of her. He had almost lost her, again, today. He couldn't imagine life without her anymore.

B'Elanna twined her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his head down so his lips met hers. Her lips brushed feather like against his. Her tongue darting out to stroke the corner of his mouth.

With a groan and a fierceness he didn't know he possessed, Tom captured her lips in a bruising kiss. With one hand holding the back of her head and the other grabbing her by the waist to pull her close to him, he deepened the kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth.

She returned his passion, surrendering herself completely. He could feel it, the trust she had in him was humbling. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Laying her on the bed, he left her just long enough to remove his clothing. Her eyes darkened with desire at the sight of his naked form. He was already painfully hard, she was surprised at the sheer size of him. He knelt on the bed with one knee and pulled her up to him. Tenderly, he removed her nightgown.

His hands caressed her, slowly, teasingly--she growled softly. He kissed her again. His hand touched her breast, lightly stroking the erect nipple. She shuddered and bit him on the shoulder. Tom chucked softly and pinched her nipple harder. She groaned, waves of pleasure washed over her. He laid her back on the bed, joining her, his body at her side. His lips trailed down her neck, sending shivers up her spine.

She jumped at the lightening bolt of ecstasy that went through her when his mouth closed around her breast. Sucking, biting, teasing her with his tongue. She had never felt this way before, it was overwhelming. His hand stroked her flat stomach and then moved lower. Caressing her hip and upper thigh, goose bumps formed on her skin as the tingling sensation raced over her body.

His hand ran down the length of her thigh to her knee, stroking the sensitive skin on the underside of it. Sliding up the back of her thigh, lifting her leg as he went, she was beyond reason. His lips met her again, her fingernail sank into his upper arm when his questing hand lightly touched the very center of her passion.

She cried out when he encountered her wet inner folds and stroked them softly, when he touched her clitoris she climaxed instantly. Engulfed in a maelstrom of sensations she screamed his name.

Tom was amazed at how incredibly responsive she was. She was so hot and wet. He slipped a single finger deeper inside of her. By the gods, she was tight. It was almost as if....

He could see a glimmer of fear in her eyes. She didn't want him to know. He should have figured it out before now. Klingon's mate for life. He silently cursed himself for not realizing.

"Nothing," he said with a reassuring smile. "I just wanted to tell you, I love you." He saw the happiness in her eyes, and regretted not telling her earlier.

He kissed her passionately. His finger moved inside of her, bringing new waves of pleasure with each stroke. He left feather soft kisses along her neck, stopping to nip at the base with his teeth. Her body surged against him, she was lost to his touch. His mouth moved to her other breast, pausing briefly to nibble. Then he kissed her stomach, her hip, the soft skin just above her sex; all the while, sliding his finger in and out of her. He brought his mouth lower still.

He brought his mouth to her most secret place, tasting her, pleasuring her. She was without reason, her fingers laced through his hair pressing him closer to her. Tom felt her climax again. Her silken sheath contracting around his finger. She gasped at the intensity of the orgasm, all conscious thought splintering like shards of glass.

He rose up, covering her body with his own. Kissing her, she could taste herself on his lips. It made her insatiable with desire. She felt his manhood as he entered her that first tiny bit.

Tom paused, trying desperately to gain control of himself. He didn't want to hurt her any more than necessary. He showered her face with kisses, fighting the overwhelming desire to thrust into her. He rocked his hips slightly, allowing her time to relax. When he felt the tension leave her body, he entered her completely with one steady thrust, tearing her maidenhead. Stiffening at the unexpected pain, she bit his cheek when he sank into her, drawing blood and sending a tidal wave of pleasure through him.

He wanted to stop and allow her time to adjust, but she began moving against him, grinding her hips against his. She wrapped her legs aroung his waist. Making small noises in the back of her throat.

There was no holding back for him now, as he felt her respond to him. He thrust into her again and again, reveling in her heat. She was wild beneath him. Surging, straining, meeting each thrust with one of her own. Her fingernails raked down his back, leaving bloody furrows in his skin. She was caught up in sensation after sensation. Tom felt her clasp around him in orgasm. With blinding white pain and pleasure he came as well, crying out her name as she screamed and arched her back.

Above the bed a consiousness hovered. He had watched the couple come together, again. As he had in countless other realities, countless other lives, countless other times. It didn't seem to matter what he did to them. He could put half a galaxy between them and they would still find their way back to each other. If one of them died an early death the other would join them soon after. The more adversity they faced, the faster they found each other. If he left them alone they might take a little longer but the end result was the same.