Received: from [66.218.66.29] by n26.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 17 May 2004 01:50:02 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 88063 invoked from network); 17 May 2004 01:50:01 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m23.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 17 May 2004 01:50:01 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 17 May 2004 01:50:00 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d86-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.86]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i4H1mooB011891 for ; Sun, 16 May 2004 20:48:50 -0500 Message-ID: <008d01c43bb1$29473840$87c5fea9@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 20:49:15 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: Come Back My Dream 2/2 (VOY P/K) [NC-17] Subtext VII Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit ............continued............ I woke to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, hair damp from showering, and wearing my robe. We smiled into each other's eyes - he'd been watching me sleep again, something I used to tease Tom about until I found myself doing exactly the same thing with him. "Red doesn't suit you," I announced, as I pulled him into a kiss. He disengaged gently, grinning. "And what else was I supposed to wear?" "Nothing?" I replied, trying for wide eyed innocence, and just managing to miss his intended swat by scooting out of bed. I headed over to the closet, rummaging round in its deeper recesses for a while until I found what I wanted. "Seriously, I thought you might have found this." I shook out the folds of the blue silk robe I was holding, a gift to him from before Akritiria. He stood up, crossing the short distance between us to gather one handful of silk and one handful of me. He smiled. "I didn't know if you'd kept it." "Of course I kept it. It's yours." What I didn't say was that it had been my only comfort through some of my darker times, the smell of him still lingering in its soft folds; the only part of him I was certain I would not damage when I touched it. Inevitably he realised that without me having to tell him. "Oh Har..." The kiss was an almost chaste brush of my lips, finished before it had truly begun. Not a bad thing though, as I really needed to hit the bathroom myself. Tom's laughter followed me through the door, as I left the robe in his hands. I heard the soft susurration of silk hitting the floor. My red robe, I discovered when I glanced behind. Tom was not to be seen. I had a quick shower and made my way back into the main room, loosely belting my robe, to be met with a sight I had never thought I'd see in a million years - Tom tidying *my* room. I just enjoyed the show for a while; his robe was decidedly brief and gave me some very interesting views as he bent, picking up the dishes and our clothes. The dishes got shoved back in the replicator and the clothes ended up in two semi-distinct heaps on my desk. At least he hadn't tried to fold them, as then I would have worried about alien possession or something. He turned to find me watching, and grinned. "I can't believe you left the place like this, Har, you're usually such a neat freak." I grinned back. "I must have had something more important to do..." We took a few steps toward each other until we were barely an arms length apart. "And what would that be, hmmm?" He whispered, reaching for me as I reached for him. I didn't answer as my mouth was otherwise occupied. With his. Again. We broke apart after what seemed both seconds and hours, gasping, chests heaving as we stared at each other. I think I was trying to drown in his eyes. Softly, so softly I barely heard him even though he was only inches away from me, Tom whispered, "Why now, Har? What happened?" What made you come to your senses and stop being such a fool? Not that he said it, or probably even thought it but it's how *I* felt. I don't know what kind of answer he expected, but it sure as hell wasn't the one he got. "B'Elanna." He was so surprised he actually pushed me away. "What!?" Tom stared me, not with lust any more but out of sheer puzzlement. He ran one hand distractedly through his already mussed hair as I reached out and touched his cheek. The cheek that not so long ago had borne the bite mark of Klingon possession. "You don't belong with her. In fact she made me realise that you don't belong with anyone," I paused, cupping his other cheek, and moved in closer, "Except me." I breathed, inches from his face. "Oh. Good." The smile that split his face was alive with pure joy - and an undercurrent of something else... "In that case..." I suddenly found myself being propelled back to the bed; half dragged and half carried. He managed to lose both robes in the process. He pushed me down, non too gently. "What?.." I didn't manage to say anything else as he cut off any further remarks with an incredibly soul searching kiss. How could I not respond? I did fervently, losing myself in the magic Tom was making with his mouth. He eventually lifted his head, and brushed my hair gently back from my face as he smiled down at me. It was a loving smile, but dangerous. I think I shivered with anticipation. "Harry Kim, I am going to make love to you until your bones turn to water." His fingers were still gently stroking my face, so hot against my skin. My heart was pounding, and I felt too breathless to speak, so I half turned my head, kissed those burning fingers, and surrendered. Tom's lips and fingers burned trails of liquid fire across and through my body; touching, teasing, caressing, loving. From my head to my toes, I don't think he left a micron of skin untouched by hands or mouth. And all I could do was whimper and tremble under this loving assault. Brief moments of clarity pierced the erotic fog Tom had thrown me into; Tom on his knees sucking my toes like they were miniature cocks, with almost the same effect on me; the fierceness in his eyes as he bit into the soft skin of my forearm; the sheer *hunger* in him as he finally enfolded my aching shaft in the hot wetness of his skilful mouth. I was vaguely aware of someone gasping, moaning, begging, and realised it was me, crying out needily for him. "Tom... Tom... Please Tom." His only answer was to growl around my cock and suck harder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I nearly arrived there with a flying leap when I felt his fingers, cool with lube, rubbing across my asshole. His thumb stroked back and forth across the base of my cock as one finger sought and gained entry to my body. I could feel myself tighten unconsciously around him, my shudder not altogether one of pleasure, and our eyes met in complete understanding, with a totality of trust and love that would have taken my breath away if I'd had any to spare. I didn't make myself relax, Tom's mouth and fingers distracted me from my fear as he gently and oh so carefully began to move that finger inside of me and did some amazing thing with his tongue. My sight greyed out, full of blue sparkles, my back arching involuntarily under Tom's ministrations, as I felt the rising urgency take hold of me. I let go of my last controls, writhing uncontrollably as Tom eased a second finger into me. I shattered into a million pieces, screaming as he deep throated me at the very instant his fingers found my prostate. Oblivion hit me in a bright rush, cradling me in its sheltering arms. When my sight cleared, I became slowly aware that Tom's fingers were still inside of me. I glowed at him, groaning slightly as he moved them, smiling down at me. "I'd say you were just about ready for me now." He wiggled his fingers again for emphasis, and I rewarded him with another moan. What this man did to me! I'd come like a geyser twice, and he still made me want more. I began to turn, not really thinking about what I was doing, to be stopped by a firm hand on my hip. "You need to be able to see me, Har. Take my word for it." The panicky feeling his words produced vanished as he leaned in for a kiss that started gentle, but turned frenzied soon enough as he eased his fingers - three, I realised with a start, not having felt the careful invasion of the third - out of me and slicked himself thoroughly with the lube. Tenderly he parted my legs, kissing each thigh gently as he exposed the entrance to my body. I felt his cock against my asshole, was almost hyperventilating when he gradually began to push into me. "Relax Har, I'll never hurt you. I love you." He kissed me again, slowly, thoroughly as he inched further and further inside of me. "I want you so much, I need you," he panted, gazing at me with eyes so full of love and desire I felt myself drowning once more. My desire for him was a smouldering thing, curling up through my body like a phoenix waiting to rise from the ashes. "Love me, Tom." I whispered. Take me back. Rescue me. Claim me. And he did. His mouth was electrifying against my skin as he moved inside me, sheathed completely now in my body, hands supporting my trembling legs. He withdrew slightly, only to bury himself in me once more, and then he seriously began to move, his rhythm increasing as our moans rose in harmony. "Harry..." He let go of my legs so he could lean down to kiss me, and I wrapped them around him as well as I could, trying to pull him in deeper. "You're so beautiful... You feel so good. I just want to fuck us both senseless." He thrust into me, still being more careful than he wanted to be, I could tell. "Then why don't you," I gasped, surprising both of us by meaning it with every fibre of my being. Tom needed no further urging. Faster and faster, deeper, harder, he plunged into me and my body sang with the delicious tension building in me once more. Tom was trembling with every urgent thrust now, almost there. He gazed down out me, eyes spitting blue fire for a moment until they closed as he lost himself, screaming my name, emptying himself into my waiting body. Watching him come sent me over the edge after him, though not with the same force, and we lay together in a sticky, trembling, breathless and exhausted heap. I eased Tom gently off me, but without letting go of him; oh no, never letting go of him, not again; and I wrapped the cover around us. Oh yes, we were both back were we belonged. I breathed a silent prayer of thanks for B'Elanna to whatever Klingon deity wanted to accept it as I slid gently into sleep, cradling Tom against me. Now all my tomorrows looked rosy, and it was thanks to her, and this man in my arms. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Come back my dream Into my arms, into my arms ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ End [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Make a clean sweep of pop-up ads. Yahoo! Companion Toolbar. Now with Pop-Up Blocker. Get it for free! http://us.click.yahoo.com/L5YrjA/eSIIAA/yQLSAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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