My notes:  When I was little, my then best friend Molly, her brothers 
and sister and I, loved to play tag in the rain.  So this story is 
partially written from personal experience.

Rating:  NC-17, for the romance book stuff.  If you're under 18 or you 
don't like this sort of thing, stop here.  You've been warned.

Warning:  Lack of plot alert!!  Yet another night of eating chocolate 
and no sleep makes for an insane Lily.  :>)

Dedication:  To Kristi, for keeping me going when it got tough, to 
Emilia for proofreading and lastly to my cousin in Australia, Tammy, for 
no reason really.  :>)

Thanks:  To Janet and Maud for helping with the Klingon.  I hope I get 
it right--if it isn't, feel free to correct me.

Timeline note:  Follows "Sunrise", taking place a week or so after "Real 
Life".

Rainstorm
by Lily


        'Meet me at holodeck 2, 2230.  I have a surprise for you.'
        B'Elanna Torres smiled to herself.  Even without a signature, she knew 
the message was from Tom.  She felt a blush fill her cheeks as the 
memory of the last two times on the holodeck washed over her.  She hoped 
this time would be just as delightful.
        "Computer, location of Tom Paris."
        "Lieutenant Paris is in his quarters."
        "Is he alone?"
        "Affirmative."
        She tapped her badge.  "Torres to Paris."
        "Paris here.  Yes, B'Elanna?"
        "I got your message.  I'll be there tonight.  But can't you tell me 
what we're going to do?"
        "Now if I did that, it wouldn't be a surprise," he teased.
        She rolled her eyes, even though Tom couldn't see her.
        "Don't roll your eyes, 'Lanna.  You know I like to surprise you."
        *How does he do that?* she wondered.  "Oh, all right.  But it better be 
good, Tom."
        "You liked the sunrise, didn't you?"
        A warm feeling filled her.  "Yes."
        "Then I promise you'll love this, too.  I'll see you then.  Paris out."

~ ~ ~ ~

        B'Elanna got to the holodeck to find Tom's summer cabin program 
running.  Once she had stepped inside, he ordered the privacy lock 
engaged, then took her hand, leading her toward the cabin.
        "So I actually get to see the cabin this time."
        "Yup.  Gonna give you the grand tour."
        Going inside, they stepped into a hallway, where there was a nearby 
flight of steps, which Tom led her up.
        "Aren't you going to show me the downstairs first?"
        "Nah--I'll do that later."
        By this time, they had reached the top of the stairs, where there was a 
light in the hallway.  They walked down the hall, Tom pointing out the 
various rooms.
        "My parents' room, my aunt and uncle's room, Maia's bedroom--which she 
shared with my sisters, the unused bedroom--Aunt Denise used it for 
storage, Libby and Jasmine's room."  He gestured to an open doorway.
        B'Elanna peeked in.  The room was decorated in lavendar and powder 
blue.  One side of the room had a smaller pair of shoes by the bed and 
several Cabbage Patch dolls on a shelf--obviously Jasmine's half.  On 
the desk opposite was a video capture of a teenage Tom and a girl around 
his age with wheat-blond hair and green eyes.  Without thinking, she 
picked up the picture.
        "That's Libby."  Tom's eyes grew sad.
        Setting down the picture, she drew him into a hug.  He hugged her in 
return, then silently led her back into the hall, pointing out the boys' 
room across the hall.
        Coming to the end of the hall, Tom opened the door there, revealing a 
steep stairway.  He gestured for her to proceed him.
        B'Elanna peered suspiciously into the dimness.  "What's up there?"
        "The attic.  Go on--there's no ghosts," he teased.
        She threw a dirty look at him before ascending the stairs.  He 
followed, tapping a light switch.  "The rec room," he said when they 
reached the top.
        B'Elanna looked around at the cozily furnished room--a couch, beanbags, 
small rugs on the floor and an assortment of entertainments, including a 
holo-TV.
        "We'd hang out up here on rainy days," Tom explained.  "C'mon, I'll 
show you the downstairs."
        Back down the two sets of stairs they went, then he led her through the 
kitchen and dining room to the den, lit by a lamp and the beginnings of 
a crackling fire.  Overhead, a steady tapping sound could be heard.
        "What's that?" B'Elanna asked.
        Tom looked out a window.  "Oh--it's raining."
        "You programmed that in, didn't you?"
        He grinned at her.  "Ever run around in the rain, B'Elanna?"
        "No--you're crazy."
        "I know."  He took her head and before she could protest, dragged her 
outside.  She was immediately soaked.
        "Tom, what is the point of this?" she yelled over the pounding rain.
        "It's fun!" he shouted back.  "Trust me."  Eyes twinkling, he then 
yelled, "Bet you can't catch me."
        Hearing the challenge, she lunged at him.    But he stepped sideways, 
then took off on a run.  Laughing, she ran after him.
        Around and around they went, laughing, splashing through puddles, 
chasing each other until Tom tackled B'Elanna, sending them both 
tumbling to the ground.  Leaning down, he kissed her passionately, then 
rose, pulling her to her feet.  "Let's go inside."
        When they got back inside, the fire was blazing.  Releasing Tom's hand, 
she moved quickly toward it, grateful for the warmth, even if it wasn't 
real.  A minute later, she felt a towel drop over her head and Tom began 
to gently dry her hair.
        "Better?"
        "Yes, thank you."  Then she shivered.
        "You know, you should really get out of those wet clothes--you could 
catch a cold."
        She smiled at his innocent tone.  "Go ahead then."
        Slowly, carefully, he undressed her, then gently rubbed her dry, 
admiring her smooth golden skin.  She blushed a little, then a wicked 
smile touched her face.  "You might be the one to catch cold."
        Taking the hint, he quickly stripped off his drenched clothes, then 
sat, pulling her down with him.
        When the soft flannel touched her skin, she realized he had spread out 
a thick blanket in front of the fire.  Then all rational thought fled 
her mind as he lowered her gently onto her back and kissed her softly.  
His hands slid up her sides, then carefully cupped her firm breasts, 
thumbs lightly rubbing the peaks.  B'Elanna let out a moan and squirmed 
against his touch.  Dimly, she heard the crackling of the fire and the 
rain increase outside.
        He bent his head to capture one nipple and he sucked gently, drawing a 
moan from her.  Releasing her breast, he blew gently on it, causing it 
to tighten painfully.  He proceeded to give the other the same 
treatment, then started on a downward journey, his lips touching her 
stomach with feather-light kisses.  One hand parted her thighs and 
spread the tender flesh, exposing the swollen center of her passion.  He 
licked and nipped it gently, drawing screams from her.  After a minute 
or two, he stopped and raised his head, eyes glowing.  She took the 
opportunity to flip him onto his back.
        "My turn now," she growled softly.
        She began by biting his chest all over then down his stomach, never 
breaking the skin.  But when her mouth enclosed his erection, he 
shrieked and clutched her still-damp hair.
        "B'Elanna!"
        She didn't stop, alternating between licking and sucking until he 
nearly reached the edge.  Backing away, she moved to impale herself upon 
him, but he stopped her, shaking his head.  Sliding out from beneath 
her, he lowered her onto her hands and knees, moved behind her and 
slowly entered her, groaning softly as her inner muscles clenched 
reflexively.
        B'Elanna felt him begin to move.  She heard the rumble of thunder 
outside, her heart pounding in her ears, Tom's heavy breathing and 
occasional groans and her own soft moans.  Her hands clutched the 
blanket as he thrust in and out her.  Each thrust caused a delightful 
friction and it rose in time with her heartbeat.  She felt him go a 
little faster and knew he was reaching the end.
        Finally, the sensation became too much.  She felt the dizzying bliss 
overcome her, followed by the shockwaves and heard her own shriek.  She 
was dimly aware of Tom reaching his peak as well.  As the climax 
consumed her, she saw in her peripheral vision a bright flash, followed 
immediately by a deafening clap of thunder that drowned out their cries.  
Her strength gone, B'Elanna collapsed face-first on the blanket.  Tom 
slumped over top of her, his face pressed into her shoulder, breathing 
hard.
        A few minutes later, he lifted his head and softly kissed the back of 
her neck.  "You feel so good," he murmured.
        "You do, too," she sighed.
        They stayed motionless for a few more minutes before Tom rolled off of 
her onto his side, pulling her against him.
        "You know, that romance book of yours was pretty good."
        "You read it?"
        He chuckled.  "Of course.  Anything to find out what would make your 
heart quicken," he said in a low voice.
        She shifted to face him.  "Aren't you going to tell me what you 
learned?" she purred.
        He grinned lasciviously.  "I'll do more than that."  He rolled her onto 
her back.  "I'll show you."
        He began to kiss her passionately and his caresses grew from gentle to 
almost rough.  He continued this pattern until she was writhing beneath 
him.  At that point, he paused, looking down at her.  "Do you want me to 
take you?"
        "Oh yes," she moaned in a whisper.
        Leaning down, he bit her shoulder hard.  She cried out, only to have 
that cry become a scream of ecstasy as he drove into her.  The 
combination of pain and pleasure sent her already aroused senses into 
heaven and her Klingon instincts into overdrive.  Growling, she raked 
her nails down his back.  She felt him wince, but his eyes gleamed when 
she looked into them.  He began to thrust harder.  In retaliation, she 
pulled his face down and bit deep into his jaw.  With a howl, he pulled 
away and once more bit her shoulder.  She screamed as the climax crashed 
down upon her.
        Several minutes later, they lay still intimately entwined as their 
heartbeat and breathing slowly began to return to normal.  B'Elanna 
opened her eyes and saw that Tom was already watching her with 
heavy-lidded eyes.  Seeing the trickle of blood flow from the bite she 
had inflicted, she took his head, pulling his face down once again.  
Gently, she licked the blood away, then turned his face, intending to 
kiss him.  But he stopped her.  Lowering his head, he licked away the 
blood coming from the two bites on her shoulder, then melded his mouth 
to hers.  Their tongues tangled, the combined taste of their blood 
intoxicating.  Compared to their earlier violent joining, this kiss was 
tender, loving.  It went on and on, and then finally ended.  They 
parted, slowly opened their eyes, one pair beautiful blue, the other a 
deep mysterious brown.
        "We are one, my love," Tom whispered.
        "*reH, tIqwIj*," she replied softly.
        He kissed her forehead gently, then set his head on her shoulder.  She 
stroked his hair, finally allowing the familiar feeling of sleep to wash 
over her.

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