Author notes:  The idea for this isn't entirely mine.  I got it after 
reading the story "No More Dreams".  I must graciously thank Keelan, 
author of "Dreams", for allowing me to take such liberties and write 
this sequel.

Warning:  This will not make much sense until you have read Keelan's 
story.  It is posted on my friend Krissy's page 
(http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Dimension/4548/dreamsk.txt)

Rating:  This is NC-17, for seriously detailed descriptions of sexual 
intimacy.  Children, don't you dare take one step farther.

Disclaimer:  Paramount holds the damn copyright on nearly everything.  
"No More Dreams" belongs to Keelan, this story to me.

Summary:  Sequel to sorts to "No More Dreams".  B'Elanna helps Tom with 
his "morning problem".  PWP, very PWP, but then we Trekkies are all a 
tad loco, right?  ;)

Dedication:  To Gabriela--Te quiero, mi hermana.

Mornings
by Emilia C.


        Tom Paris was beginning to awaken.  He was aware of cool air blowing 
across his bare shoulders and a dull pain.  At first he thought he had 
slept on his arm wrong, but as he grew more aware, he realized that the 
pain was not in his arm.  Down lower.  His knee?  No, a little higher….
        And then he knew.
        Groaning inwardly, he willed himself to return to sleep, make the pain 
go away.  But gentle laughter distracted him from this idea.
        "Stop making fun of me," he complained, not even bothering to open his 
eyes.
        Another soft laugh.  "I'm not making fun of you."
        "Fine, let me rephrase that.  Stop laughing at me."
        "I can't help it," answered the other voice in a soft contralto.  "It's 
so funny."
        He opened his eyes.  His lover's face hovered above him, a teasing look 
in her deep, dark eyes.
        "You wouldn't find it funny  if you were in my place," he grumbled.  
"Do you have any idea how much it hurts?"
        "I can imagine," she replied.
        "Then don't laugh at me," he whined, sounding very much like a little 
boy.
        "It's just funny when I wake up and you're still asleep, but somehow--" 
she tugged at the sheet, pulling it down some, "the sheet has acquired a 
tent pole."
        "See, you're making fun of me."
        "Oh, come now, my love," B'Elanna Torres murmured.  "You know I don't 
mean it."  She kissed him tenderly.
        "Right," Tom snorted, but he smiled.  "Now how about helping me out 
here?"
        "Mmm, maybe."
        "B'Elanna…."
        "Okay, okay, stop whining," she teased.  She tugged the sheet down all 
the way, revealing his full erection.  She started to move her hips over 
him when he stopped her.  "You know what comes first."
        "Yes, I know," she said with mock sarcasm, her bright smile belying her 
words.  "Just making sure you remembered."
        Sliding down his body, she bent her head to gently touch her lips to 
the heated skin.  He groaned low in his throat.  Darting her tongue out, 
she licked up his length once, then back down and up again.
        "B'Elanna," he groaned again.
        Moving her head up slightly, she opened her mouth and took all nine 
inches of him down her throat.  A strangled cry of delight escaped him.  
His hands moved down to entangle in her silky raven hair.
        "God, B'Elanna--like that--oh God--don't stop--" he moaned as she moved 
her head up and down.  With every move down, she lightly grazed her 
teeth along his length and when she came back up, her tongue trailed 
along the ultra-sensitive underside.  Both sensations, plus the feel of 
her mouth and her gentle sucking was enough to make Tom's head swim.
        B'Elanna smiled inwardly as she continued to pleasure him, revelling in 
his moans and cries, feeling his gentle grip on her hair.
        "'Lanna--oh B'Elanna--"
        She released him, playfully licked the tip of him, then sat back 
slightly.
        Tom slowly opened his glazed-over eyes.  "Very good," he managed to 
say.  "But you're not done yet."  Sitting up, he cupped her face in his 
hands.
        "You mean you're not done yet," she retorted.
        He grinned sheepishly, but didn't deny it.  She allowed him to guide 
her head back down to take him into her mouth again.  He moaned softly 
and closed his eyes.  Keeping one hand on her head, he trailed the 
fingers of the other over her spine, sending a shiver through her.  His 
touch continued down her back, over her derriere, then between her 
thighs to caress her intimately.  He felt her shudder again and move 
back against him.
        "You like that, don't you?" he murmured.
        She let out a muffled moan, muffled because her mouth was full.  He 
slipped a finger inside her and at the same time, rubbed her clit, 
sending a wave of shudders through B'Elanna.
        She released him again briefly to whisper "Tom, please".
        "Turn on your stomach," he ordered huskily, moving his hand away as she 
shifted.  Moving into position behind her, he pulled her hips up, then 
pushed himself deep inside her wet warmth.
        B'Elanna cried out in pleasure when she felt him inside her.  She 
squeezed her eyes closed and clutched a handful of the blankets as he 
began to thrust in a swift, steady rhythm.
        "You feel so good," he gasped.
        "So--do you," she answered breathlessly.
        He continued to steadily increase the pace, bringing them ever closer 
to their mutual climax.
        "B'Elanna--oh God--"
        "Tom--uhh--ohh--Kahless, don't--stop--"
        Mere seconds later, the orgasm enveloped them both.  Her screams and 
his yells echoed as he collapsed atop her.
        For several long minutes, neither moved as they lay gasping for air.  
Finally, Tom had enough sense to roll to the side, bringing B'Elanna 
with him.  He gently stroked her arm and planted a soft kiss on the back 
of her neck.
        "How did I ever manage without you before this?" he wondered aloud.
        "I wonder the same thing--about myself, that is," she replied.
        "I love you.  You know that, don't you?"
        "Yes, I do."  Separating herself from him, she turned in his arms to 
face him, first kissing him, then snuggling her head against his broad 
chest.  They lay silent for a long time before she spoke again.
        "Sometimes, a part of me is still afraid that I'll wake up and this 
will have been a dream."
        "No more dreams, B'Elanna," he said softly, echoing his words from that 
fateful day just three weeks ago.  "I will always be with you, I 
promise."
        He drew her into a lover's embrace.  And for a long time, she lay 
there, warm and safe, in his arms.

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