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| Title: Tattoo Author: Christine Contact: [email protected] Series: VOY Part: 1/1 Rating: [PG13] Codes: P/K Archive: ASCEML and my website only. All others please ask first. Disclaimer: Paramount owns everything Trek. I own everything and everyone I made up. <g> Am I making money from this? What the hell are you smoking?! Feedback: Yes, please. Author's Note: Umm? OK this is just something silly that came to me one night. Please let me know how you liked it or didn't. Stupid? Well duh! What else can I write? Summary: Sneaky, sneaky. "What the hell is that?" "It's called a tattoo." <Rolls eyes> "Well duh, I know that. But, why did you get it?" "Well," <blushing> "I wanted a symbol of the love between the two of us." <Eyebrow raising> "Why didn't you get one with my name then?" <Soft laugh> "I couldn't have done that. What would I do with it if we ever broke up?" "What makes you think we'd ever brake up?" <Pouting> <Throws hands in the air> "I never said we would. I'm just saying." "Uh huh, sure." <Walks over to his husband> "What does it say anyway?" <Looks at floor blushing> "Slave." "Really?" <Grins from ear to ear> "Why?" <Looks up> "Cause." "Cause?" <Looks bewildered> "Cause what?" <Bobbing up and down nervously> "Just cause. I have my reasons." <Holding back a chuckle> "Ok, you don't have to tell me." "Good." <Smiles> "What to go to bed?" <Starts heading towards the bedroom> <Eyes light up> "Sure!" <Follows his husband into the bedroom> "You won't tell anyone, will you?" <Pleading look in eyes> <Straight faced> "Course not." <Sighs> "Good." ****** Next Morning. <Walks into mess hall> "Good morning, sweetheart." <Heads turn towards sound> "Morning 'Slave'! <Entire messhall yells> "...!" <Closes eyes and puts head on table> *I'm a dead man.* <Death glare> "Thomas Eugene Paris! You're a fucking dead man!" <Bolts from chair and out of the door> <B'Elanna walks over> "It worked." <Smiles wickedly> "Yeah." <Sits down and winces> "At least now, I can get the Doctor to finally take a look at these damn hemorroids." <Uncontrollable laughter> "Hey Starfleet. Too much info." The End |
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