Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "Aeron" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: REP: VOY "Devil in a Red Dress?" [PG] P/K 1/1 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 250 Date: Sat, 01 Jan 2005 01:55:03 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104544503 209.198.142.218 (Fri, 31 Dec 2004 20:55:03 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 20:55:03 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86616 X-Received-Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 17:55:08 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Devil in a Red Dress? Author: Aeron Lanart Series: Voyager Part: 1/1 (NC-17 sequel to be posted at a list near you soon...) Rating: PG Codes: P/K No real plot, no smut, no angst. Disclaimer: Star Trek stuff belongs to Viacom/Paramount. Gone With the Wind Stuff belongs to someone else. I do this for fun not money! Devil in a Red Dress? "Tighter." "What?" "Tighter. Come on, you're a Klingon." "If you say so." B'Elanna grinned evilly. Harry remained completely unaware of the fact. At first. "Arghgh!..... Mmphh. Maybe not quite *that* tight." "You asked Harry." "I know, B'Elanna. Just loosen it... a little bit.... *please*." "Harry, are you hyperventilating?" "Hyperventilating? How can I be hyperventilating when I can't even *breathe*?!" "Maybe I will just loosen it a bit..." If Harry had been able to see B'Elanna's face he would have been surprised at the maniacal grin on it. Even so, she complied. "Aahhh. Thank you so much." "Harry?" "Yeah?" "Why are you doing this?" "It's a surprise. And anyway, I need the practise." And that, thought B'Elanna, really explains a hell of a lot. * * * Some days later on the holodeck... "This is an excellant program, Tom. What did you say it was based on?" Tom smiled at the Captain, he was rather pleased with the program himself. "A twentieth century movie called 'Gone With the Wind'. I'm glad you like it, Captain." "Gone With the Wind... Hmmm... Wasn't there somebody called Crimson in that?" "You mean Scarlet O'Hara." "I suppose I do." Captain Janeway glanced around. "I don't see any Scarlets here tonight though." "I noticed that too. I wonder why? The costume parameters were in the database..." "Mr Paris, I *saw* some of those parameters. I'm not surprised your Scarlet hasn't turned up, she probably can't breathe." Tom was puzzled. He'd observed that some of the crew had a penchant for dressing up and had tried to make the costumes available as authentic as possible, both to the movie and the time period. He actually felt a little affronted that no-one seemed to appreciate his efforts. "There should still be a Scarlet here even so." He mumbled. Janeway smothered something that could have equally been a cough or a giggle. "Looks like you got your wish, Mr Paris... she's just come in" Tom turned round and spotted the dark haired vision in red silk and ruffles, laughing behind her fan at something that had been said. He could not see her face, but there was something familiar about her... "Wow! Who *is* that? She is just...amazing... and that *dress*..." Tom missed the Captain's grin as he was too busy staring at the smiling figure in the red dress. "I think it's called a corset." "What?" Now Tom *was* confused. "A corset. Things made out of bone and canvas that were used to make their waists smaller." "Oh." As if on cue, the music started and couples began to drift onto the dance floor. "Sounds like the dancing is about to begin, Tom. Why not ask her?" "Ask? Mmm. Aah. Good Idea, Captain." "Off you go." Janeway made shooing gestures at Tom in case he hadn't quite understood what she meant. Tom made his way across the room to the veritable horde surrounding his red-bedecked objective. At last he was there, and the crowd seemed to have melted away down to just one or two people. He stood quietly for a couple of seconds, long enough for the faintly spicy scent of her to reach him, and to realise she was actually quite tall. Marshalling his courage, he gave a politely discreet cough to gain her attention. As she turned round, Tom found himself inexplicably unable to look at her face. "Umm, Miss O'Hara, I was wondering if I could have the pleasure of this dance?" "That's Scarlet to you big boy..." Tom's gaze flew up to meet a very familiar pair of sparkling brown eyes. "Harry?!!!?" Tom stood gaping like a fish out of water. Harry fluttered his fan, batted his eyelashes and pouted. "Don't you like the dress?" "The dress is - great." "Then why aren't we moving?" "Moving?" "You asked me to dance." "So I did." Shakily Tom offered Harry his arm and led him out onto the dance floor. The music almost immediately changed to a slow waltz. Even as he guided Harry, or Scarlet as he found himself thinking of Harry in this attire, Tom was beginning to feel the faint stirrings of suspicion. "You set me up, Har." The scarlet vision in his arms smiled demurely at him - or tried to. "Now why would I do that? Stop worrying and enjoy the dance." "Enjoy the... OK. Just tell me one thing... Who helped you get into that... that..." "Corset?" "Yeah." Harry waitied until Tom had lead them into a particularly complicated twirl before he divulged the information. "B'Elanna." "What!?" "B'Elanna. And don't stop, you'll only draw attention to yourself." They continued dancing. "Why?" "Ohhh... she owed me a favour or two. There's only one problem." Tom was beginning to smell something decidedly rodent-like. "Which is?" Harry fluttered at him again, smiling all the while. "She won't be around to help me take it off, and I can't manage on my own..." He gazed at Tom through veiled lashes. "Oh." Tom whirled Harry around til they were both breathless, but said nothing else. Harry began to feel nervous. "Aren't you going to say anything?" "I don't like being manipulated." "What else was I supposed to do? Sometimes you're denser than a black hole!" "Dense?" Harry recovered some of his ebullience, and threw a very *un*demure smile at Tom. "I want your body, big boy..." He hissed in Tom's ear, not a particularly difficult feat as they were so close anyway. "And the rest of you..." Tom flushed from his scalp to his toes. Being propositioned by Harry was not something he had ever expected. Being propostioned by a corset-wearing Harry dressed as Scarlet O'Hara was even more unexpected. But, he realised, neither was entirely unwelcome. He smiled "Well?" Harry asked as Tom steered them slightly further to the edge of the dancing. "Well what?" "Do I get an answer?" Tom grinned at Harry. "Oh yes..." he whispered and kissed Harry soundly. "But Tom... We're in public!" Harry gasped, when he at last had the breath to do so. Tom lowered his lips to Harry's again and whispered, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn..." 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