**************************************************** Disclaimer time once again! One-hundred-and-thirteenth verse same as the first . . . everybody *sing*: I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does! I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does! I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does not either! This story involves sex between two men, aka: slash. If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read it! (simple, ain't it??) Feedback is *very* much appreciated, and always answered. Flames will be passed around to friends and chuckled over. :) Okay, the following was written in Chat (on PacKage) one night last December. BJ gave me the place, a lounge chair in the resort program on the holodeck, and Anita gave me the time of day, morning, first thing, and this fell out of my brain . . . Just for fun . . . 'Tides' by Amirin **************************************************** "Mind some company?" "Yours, Har? Love it." "What are you doing here?" "Watching the tide come in." "Beautiful." "Yeah, it is." "You were gone when I woke up." "Sorry. Needed to think." "Can I ask about what?" "You. Always you." "Good things, I hope." "Always." "What were you thinking?" "Just . . . things." "You're not going to give me a hint?" "Tom?" "Hmm?" "Is this my hint?" "You catch on fast." "Hmmmmm. I like the way you think." "Thought you might." "I had a thought, myself." "You did, huh?" "Ohh, yeah . . ." "I think I like the way you think, too." "Here?" "No time like the present . . ." "Lift up." "You are too fucking gorgeous. . ." "I'm not fucking gorgeous, yet. He's still dressed . . ." "Love you." "You, too." "Tom?" "Yeah, Har?" "Get naked. *Now*." "Ohh, yes, Sir." "Don't call me 'Sir'. I hate that." "Okay. I'll be good." "Ohh, yeah, that's a given . . ." "I've never known *anyone* who can get out of their clothes faster than you." "I've got good reason to. *You*." "Fuck me. Now." "Ohh, another order." "You are so twisted." "And for some unfathomable reason, you aren't fucking me." "What was I thinking?" "Damned if I know." "Computer, lube." "Damn, it comes in gallons." "So do you . . ." "Ha, ha." "Ohh, nice." "Ohhhhh, nicer . . ." <'nother lick, careful suck on head> "Now." "Patience is a virtue." "Fuck virtue." "If you insist . . ." "Ahhhh . . ." "Perfect." "And how." "More." "Another order." "Shut up. Fuck me. Now." "Bossy, bossy, bossy." "Damn, Har, don't do that." "Finally." "Ohh, yes . . . yes . . . Tommm . . ." "Touch yourself. Bring . . . oh, shit . . . bring yourself off, Har." "Ohhh, yes. Tom . . ." "That's it. Come on, Har. Come on. Right with me. Ohh, yeah . . . Oh, *yeah* . . ." "Tom? Oh, there, oh, yes."

"More, damn . . . please . . . more . . ." "Ohh, yes, yes, yes . . . more . . . yes . . . *TOM* . . . gods, yes. Uhhhhh . . .' "That's it. Oh, Har, yeah. Damn. So fucking hot . . ." "Now . . ." "With me . . ." "*YES*" "That's it, right there . . . *YES* . . Ahhhhhh . . ." "Yesssssss . . ." "Yesyesyesyesyes . . ." "damn . . ." "yeah . . ." "Love you." "Yeah. You, too." "Stay." "Always." ***************end