Little Yellow Smiley Faces
© Oracle
His night had been going good, a nice dinner, a little foreplay and they were just starting to get hot and heavy when he found himself in the corridor with nothing on but his boxers, and B'Elanna had locked the door behind him.
"B'Elanna open up, what's wrong? What did I do?" Tom asked practically pleading with her.
"Well" B'Elanna replied "If you can't figure that out, then I can't help you."
"Come on B'Elanna let me in," now he really was pleading with her. There was no answer, so he started to try all the tricks he had learned
when in prison to get in the door. B'Elanna was having none of it , she wasn't the best engineer in the quadrant for nothing.
That's when he got desperate and started banging on the door. When he finally gave that up he started pacing. And thinking.
'What did I do wrong this time?' he wondered. They had had their fights before, it wasn't always his fault but he could usually figure out what he had done, it may take a while but he would eventually apologize and they'd be stronger than ever.
While he was contemplating his sorry state, he didn't hear the foot steps on the deck, but he did hear the giggle followed by a gasp and turned around to see Samantha Wildman clasping a hand over her daughter Naomi's eyes. When Tom turned Sam saw his face go bright red and a dheepish smile appeared on his face, she returned it hastily and quickly sped off down the corridor, Naomi in tow.
'Shit,' Tom thought, If Sam and Naomi were up and about, that meant shift change would be coming soon, he had to think quickly, he couldn't wander the halls, or call anyone (namely Harry) to help since he'd left his com badge on the floor of B'Elanna's cabin along with his uniform.
'Ok, ok,' he took a deep breath. 'Just before it happened I was kissing and nuzzling B'Elanna's neck and she was nibbling at my ear and
whispering ... damn that was it he got it, it was so simple ... she had whispered "I love you Tom" and he had just as usual had answered with action instead of with words. He figured actions spoke louder than words to a Klingon anyway, but on the other hand B'Elanna was only half Klingon and did not appreciate that half as much as he did.
Ok, maybe he was a little afraid to say THOSE WORDS, especially to her, the one woman that he had cared this much for and who loved him so much in return. This was his first real relationship, like ever and he did love her. Say it damn it, just say it. Okay deep breath.' "B'Elanna" he
started quietly and paused. Why did he always find himself so speechless around her? "B'Elanna I..." He could hear the turbo lift doors opening, he had to get this out quickly. Again, "B'Elanna I lo'..." He could hear footsteps now, what seemed like millions, come on "...'ve you" There he said it. 'Whew' he thought, 'any minute now we'll be making up.'
Nothing. Maybe that wasn't it, maybe she didn't hear, or care? At this point he didn't care about the people he new were staring at him from behind, he wanted B'Elanna to realize that he loved her, and he didn't care who else knew. He started louder this time. "B'Elanna, I, Thomas Eugene Paris LOVE YOU, " he turned to the crowd and eyed them, challenging them to dispute his love.
"That's right I, Thomas Eugene Paris love B'Elanna Torres."
That's when the doors finally opened. "Tom?" he turned around and looked into his lover's eyes for what seemed like the first time in a long while,
"I love you B'Elanna" she smiled and dragged him back to her into cabin.
All the crew members who had witnessed this spectacle, or blessed event or miracle, whatever you want to call it, couldn't help but smile, that is until the growling and moaning and crashing started inside the cabin, and everyone beat a hasty retreat.
THE END