Title: Satisfaction
Author: Khylaren
Contact:  Khylaren@earthlink.net 
Series: VOY
Code:  Tu/T
Rating: [PG13]
Parts:  1/1

Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager, Tuvok, and B’Elanna belong to Paramount.  I’m only playing with them for a little bit and will put them back when I’m through.  No infringement is intended, of course.

Summary: This was written in response to a challenge from Kendra on the TuvokTorres group.  Start a story with “I hope you’re satisfied now” and avoid the obvious. This is my first attempt at a Tu/T pairing, so be gentle. 

Archive: TuvokTorres, all others, please ask.  

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“Are you satisfied now?”

B’Elanna nodded, pushing the now empty, slightly syrupy plate away from her. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.”  The white silk robe she wore parted slightly at her movement, giving a peek of bare flesh beneath.

Tuvok merely raised an eyebrow, enjoying the view, knowing from experience that it wouldn’t be long before she would be hungry again.  

“I can’t believe how hungry I was.” B’Elanna had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, the rosy blush complimenting her café-au-lait complexion nicely, Tuvok thought.  “Is that...usual?”

Tuvok nodded, reaching across the table to touch her hand, feeling her fingers, still slightly sticky from the syrup, entwine with his.  “Your body needs to replenish its energy stores.  Your metabolism is trying to compensate for the demands the joining has made on it.”

B’Elanna smiled lazily at him, feeling the warmth eminating from him that his words did not convey.  Her fingers continued to stroke his gently.  “I see.  And when does this effect wear off?”

Tuvok tried to concentrate but her touch was distracting him.  “Your eating habits should return to normal within 24 hours.”  He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, as the fire began building within his belly once more.  He could feel her echoing his desire through the link.

“And how long before ‘this’ wears off?” B’Elanna demanded softly, bringing his fingers up to her mouth.  Her pink tongue darted out and licked them and she smiled wickedly at his gasp of pleasure.

“It-it differs for each time,” Tuvok closed his eyes against her touch, feeling her mouth envelop his fingers.  “But eventually the..ah..effects will diminish.”

She released his fingers and looked at him. “Oh.”  Her expression darkened.

Tuvok felt her hurt through their link and moved to rectify it. “You misunderstand, my heart.” He stood, pulling her from her seat, pressing her against him.  His right hand gently touched the contact points of her face as his eyes met hers. “The intensity and uncontrollable nature of these emotions will fade, but the sentiment behind them never will.”  Tuvok read the fire in her eyes and knew it was mirrored in his own. 

B’Elanna smiled and growled softly. “Good.”  She pressed her lips against his, biting his lower lip gently. Her fingers slid beneath his robe and touched his bare flesh, feeling the heat of his skin against hers.  

Tuvok’s mind touched B’Elanna’s and again, he wondered at what twist of fate had brought him to choose her for his mate.  As the fires rose to consume them both, rationale and reasoning were left behind until only the need remained.

The End