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raffaelamusiker · 2 years ago

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Beyond Perfection

For the @startrekwintergiftexchange! This piece is for @gmo-fruit 😌

Prompt(s): Soft Tom/B’Elanna/Harry and also a good helping of found family.

Note: Hello! I hope you enjoy this. I was very excited to receive a polycule prompt because I love them a lot! There’s also a sprinkling of B7 in here too because I couldn’t resist.

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 Tom and Harry were up to something, B’Elanna knew that for sure. What it was, she was none the wiser but all the signs pointed to something. Neither of them were good liars; B’Elanna had figured that out years ago, and they both had their telltale signs when they were doing something they shouldn’t have been. Tom scratched the back of his neck and ran a hand through his hair when he was lying and Harry, her sweet Starfleet always got so nervous with his shuffling feet and avoidant eye contact.

B’Elanna had told herself that as long as whatever they were doing didn’t embarrass her or make her undertake extra repairs in Engineering, she didn’t care, but this time she was curious. Any spare time the two of them got together they scurried away scheming and B’Elanna could only guess what they were getting up too. She didn’t mind that they spent time alone together, especially when she’d had a long day at work and just wanted to sleep, but sometimes B’Elanna wished for their company when they were all off shift.

However, she was sure whatever they were doing would have a conclusion soon. Tom and Harry’s escapades always had a quick turn around, jumping from one interest to the next. B’Elanna wondered how they did it sometimes, how they found the energy to keep going with each new thing. Engineering was her love, her special interest, the thing that consumed most of her waking hours and she loved that about it. Being stuck in the Delta Quadrant and having to work tirelessly every day to keep Voyager running was a lot, but she wouldn’t have asked for anything else. This was her home.

So caught up in the daily runnings of the ship and the near constant threats they’d encountered lately, B’Elanna’s sense of time was non-existent. Time worked differently here. It simultaneously felt as if they’d been on Voyager forever and barely at all. Sometimes B’Elanna couldn’t believe it’d been nearly six years of her life, but despite everything that had happened to them thus far, she wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.

Later on she’d account for her lack of time as to why she hadn’t figured out what Harry and Tom were up to. If she’d realised the significance of the upcoming date then perhaps it would have been easier to guess. Still, her ignorance was blissful enough that she could deal with the mystery for now and after another fourteen hour shift, right now she didn’t care what they were doing.

That was until the doors to her quarters opened with its familiar hiss and she found both of them inside, preparing for her return. The first thing that hit her was the familiar, homely smell of arroz con pollo coming from the dining table. It was a dish her abuela had made often and B’Elanna remembered it with fondness.

‘’What’s all this?’’ B’Elanna asked as the doors closed behind her and watched as Tom poured out three glasses of wine.

“Dinner.” Harry smiled brightly as he came over and swooped down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

B’Elanna’s brow furrowed slightly and she placed her hands on her hips. “What did you both do?”

Ever since she’d been dating both of them, these spontaneous shows of affection had increased but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be suspicious. A handful of times were because they were trying to make up for something. B’Elanna usually let them, because it did feel nice to be spoiled, but she was still wary.

“I’m offended that your first thought was that we did something.” Tom responded, not sounding very offended at all.

“Can you blame her?” Harry wrapped his hand around B’Elanna’s arm and gave it a little tug. ‘’I promise we didn’t do anything ‘Lanna, we just wanted to help you relax.’’

It was hard to even pretend to be mad at Harry for long, what with the sweet puppy face he always seemed to pull at her. Sighing dramatically, B’Elanna let him tug her to the table so she could sit down. Her stomach gurgled in appreciation at the food and she was ready to start eating immediately.

‘’You’re both sweet, thank you.’’ She finally grinned at the two men as they sat down with her. If someone had told her this was going to be her life six years ago, she’d have laughed in their face. Back then B’Elanna hadn’t thought she’d even survive that long, but now she wouldn’t change what she had for the world.

As they all settled down to eat, B’Elanna was oblivious to the looks Tom and Harry kept exchanging. The food was good, her appetite making up for not eating lunch and B’Elanna found herself quickly devouring her meal.

“How many credits did you use for all this?” She asked as she reached for her glass of wine to try and slow herself down.

“Not many.” Tom shrugged. “I had a few wagers to cash up on and I thought why not splurge, you know? It’s not like you’d ever decline a sit down meal like this.”

He was right of course, though B’Elanna wasn’t in the habit of telling him that. She was still getting used to the idea that someone would want to splurge anything on her, but with time and patience, both Tom and Harry had shown her that she was worth it. It made her feel special, wanted, accepted and B’Elanna couldn’t dampen the giddiness inside her even if she tried.

‘’You? Wagers? Why am I not surprised? What’d you bet on this time?’’ B’Elanna asked, amused.

‘’How many times Seven’s stated that something’s irrelevant during the last month.’’

‘’Oh I bet she loved that.’’ B’Elanna snorted.

‘’She did.’’ Harry took a sip from his glass of wine. ‘’She even bet against herself and somehow still lost.’’

‘’So tonights been paid out of Seven’s replicator rations?’’ When the two men nodded, B’Elanna grinned widely and had another mouthful of her dinner. ‘’This suddenly tastes ten times better.’’

. . .

Once dinner had finished they all cleared the table together and put the empty dishes and glasses into the recycler. B’Elanna felt content and sated by the lovely meal and the infectious happy energy that Tom and Harry both exhibited, and would have been more than ready to curl up in bed and fall asleep, but it seemed the two men had other ideas. Tom wheeled the old television set to the foot of the bed, telling her they would watch any of the twenty-first century tv shows she liked.

Now B’Elanna had a few shows she’d found on the database that had become guilty pleasures. Some she wouldn’t dare watch with anyone else, with fear of being judged, but others she didn’t mind the company. Some shows were simply meant to be watched as a group and B’Elanna had convinced them that Gossip Girl was one of them. It was trashy and ludicrous in some respects but B’Elanna loved the drama of it.

Settling down on the bed, B’Elanna in the middle with Tom and Harry either side of her, they’d made sure they had all the snacks they needed before starting. Earth’s twenty-first century television had truly been something else, and she marvelled over the fact that these artefacts had survived four-hundred years. She was glad they had though. B’Elanna couldn’t think of a better way to spend her evening.

They watched and talked, B’Elanna sat up with her back against the headboard and Harry laid on her lap facing the screen. She had one hand absent-mindedly stroking through his hair whilst the other was digging into the bowl of popcorn between her and Tom. As soon as she caught the first glimpse of one of the episode’s characters, she hummed in appreciation.

‘’Laurel’s so hot.’’

Tom groaned and nudged her. ‘’Of course you’d say that. You have a thing for minor characters.’’

‘’No,’’ B’Elanna retorted. ‘’I just have good taste.’’

‘’Yeah, it was exactly the same with that blonde in Law and Order.’’ Harry turned his head to smirk up at her, which awarded him a flick against the nose.

‘’Which one?’’ Tom asked as he tried to remember. B’Elanna’s list of tv crushes was extensive even though she still tried to deny she was a romantic.

‘’The one who was in like, three episodes.’’

‘’Ah! Patrice!’’

The boys sniggered together and B’Elanna let out a small growl, tugging the bowl of popcorn into her arms and holding it close to her body. ‘’One more word and you’re both banned from the popcorn and from my bed.’’

‘’But ‘Lanna,’’ Tom whined, shuffling down slightly where he sat so he could nestle his head onto her shoulder and nuzzle her neck. He knew exactly where she was ticklish and he’d use it to his advantage if needed. ‘’Admit it, you’d be lost without us.’’

That statement was truer than she was sure Tom understood. B’Elanna had always thought of herself as a lone wolf and not one by choice - at least not in the beginning. She had always wanted to be a part of something but no one had ever given her the chance to be. Now she was and she had two people who cared about her and loved her more than she knew what to do with. B’Elanna couldn’t imagine what her life would have been like if they hadn’t been stuck in the Delta Quadrant. Empty, she’s sure. Empty and lifeless and without these moments of peace.

. . .

Tom and Harry were up to something and they didn’t understand why B’Elanna hadn’t figured it out yet. They’d been tight-lipped and secretive, sure, but it didn’t take a genius to realise what was going on and B’Elanna was definitely a genius. Perhaps that was the problem. Still, they were amazed that their plans had gone undetected so far and with the finish line in sight, they hoped they could pull this off before B’Elanna got a whiff of what was happening.

To make sure everything was plain sailing, they’d enlisted the help of half the crew. What they were doing was important and they wanted it to be perfect. B’Elanna deserved perfection. She deserved a whole lot more than that, but neither Tom or Harry had figured out what came next, so it was perfection they’d settle for. They’d asked Naomi first, to help them with more artistic elements of the plan and she’d excitedly agreed. Next was each and every crew member who owed them replicator rations. Once or twice they even traded that for holodeck time. What they were setting up was going to be expensive, but it was worth it.

Tom hadn’t been lying when he’d told B’Elanna they’d wagered against Seven and she’d joined in. What he hadn’t said was how Seven had suspected they were up to something and demanded to know what it was. Tom hadn’t seen the harm in telling her but had been more than surprised when she’d offered her assistance.

It was known to everyone aboard Voyager how much B’Elanna and Seven didn’t get along, and although things had mellowed out over the past two years they weren’t two people who spent a lot of non-work time together. So it was a shock to both him and Harry when she suggested she’d help with their plan. That shock quickly turned into awe however as Seven began to give ideas on how to maximise the efficiency of their planning. Suddenly beyond perfection seemed reachable.

At this point the only thing that could go wrong was a red alert and Tom had specifically asked the Captain to try and avoid any more of those as the day grew closer. When the night before arrived and B’Elanna still hadn’t figured out what was going on, Tom had realised she must have forgotten what day it was. All the better for them, he thought, but it did make his heart ache. B’Elanna deserved the best day and he’d make it as memorable as he could.

If anything was perfect it was the three of them settled in bed together. B’Elanna in the middle as he and Harry cuddled close to her. Tom loved to hear her little giggles at whatever ridiculous thing was happening on the television and Harry could never get enough of the way her fingers felt through his hair. B’Elanna may think she was the lucky one in their dynamic but neither man had realised being a part of her orbit would be so fulfilling. B’Elanna was their gravitational pull from drifting off into the expanse of space.

The three of them slept through the night, B’Elanna curled up in the tightest ball with Tom and Harry tucked around her like the sides of a nest. They kept her warm and protected in the safe haven of their arms and all of them would agree it was their favourite way to sleep.

At six-hundred hours on the dot, B’Elanna’s combadge chirped. There was no response from anyone and exactly one minute later, it chirped again.

“Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Torres.”

B’Elanna shifted then only to hide her face in her pillow. If she ignored her then hopefully…

“Lieutenant Torres, I require your assistance in Astrometrics.”

She tried to pull the bed covers over her head, willing Seven to stop talking. There was silence for the next three minutes and B’Elanna hoped Seven had gotten the message to leave her alone.

Chirp. “Lieutenant Torres, one of the consoles appears to be smoking.”

B’Elanna didn’t know whether to scream or cry. She shoved her hand out of the bed covers and held open her palm for the combadge. Once she had it, B’Elanna pressed it with a growl. “What do you mean it’s smoking? What did you do?”

“Good morning to you too Lieutenant. I attempted to make some upgrades to the Astrometric systems and I appear to have…what is the expression? Hit a snag.”

“Upgrades?! I never approved any upgrades. What time is it?”

“It is currently 0605.”

“Why the fuck are you upgrading systems at six in the morning?” B’Elanna decided she wanted to both scream and cry.

“That is irrelevant. I require your knowledge on the matter. Unless, you would prefer for me to ask one of the less experienced engineers.”

B’Elanna ripped the covers off herself, Tom and Harry and climbed over Tom to get out of bed. She stormed across the room to the bathroom, grabbing her uniform along the way and missing the way the boys grinned at each other. Seven was playing into her part well.

“Don’t you dare, Seven. Give me five damn minutes.” B’Elanna scowled as she disappeared into the bathroom.

“As you wish, Lieutenant.”

B’Elanna decidedly took more than five minutes to get ready, wanting to make Seven wait even if it meant she would definitely comment on her time keeping. She wasn’t supposed to start work for at least another hour and normally she would have left it, but if Seven was asking for her help then it had to be a little more serious than usual.

That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it though. Storming back from the bathroom, B’Elanna took one last look at the space between Tom and Harry on the bed, and lamented the fact that fifteen minutes ago she’d been so warm and cosy there.

“Have fun ‘Lanna. Try not to kill her.” Tom called.

“I’m not making any promises.” B’Elanna glared as she moved to leave her room, ready to get this over and done with and perhaps find some satisfaction of complaining about Seven’s behaviour to the Captain later on.

Once B’Elanna had gone, Harry reached for his own combadge and tapped it to speak to Seven.

“Harry Kim to Seven. She’s on her way.”

“Good. With my attempted modifications, it should take Lieutenant Torres one hour and twenty-four minutes to fix the issue. I suggest you complete your task hastily as I also suspect Lieutenant Torres could finish the repairs in as little as one hour and thirteen minutes.”

“Right, got you Seven.” Harry sat up and paused. “Did you really just blow up one of your consoles?”

There was another pause, this time from Seven. “Irrelevant. Seven of Nine out.”

. . .

They decided to take Seven’s word for it and not waste time. They had a lot to do even with the help they were getting. Tom called everyone to their stations as he and Harry made their way down to Engineering. There were back up plans in case Seven couldn’t keep B’Elanna’s attention as long as they wanted, but they suspected she wouldn’t have a problem with that.

Naomi, Sam and Neelix were already down in Engineering when Tom and Harry arrived. The room was a flurry of action, Naomi conducting everyone effortlessly. In time everyone had grown to respect B’Elanna for who she was as a person and as a Chief. It was easy to want to do something nice for her like this.

Streamers and flags were put up against the railings around the warp core and on the upper deck. There were party hats strewn over every surface and a large banner had been placed across the open space, greeting anyone who entered. Naomi had painted the banner herself, with large letters across in B’Elanna’s favourite colours. It was adorned with stars and a great painting of Voyager. A table had been erected where anyone who had gotten gifts could place them and Tom had busted out his B’Elanna music playlist.

Time was ticking down rapidly and they were contemplating on a ton of confetti to go with the balloons that bounced around the place when Tom’s combadge chirped.

“Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Paris. Lieutenant Torres has completed the repairs and is on her way down to Engineering.”

“Thanks Seven. You’d better be on your way down here too.”

Tom heard an audible sigh and could be convinced she’d rolled her eyes at him. “Very well, I will be there momentarily.”

He and Harry began to usher everyone into their places, ready to greet B’Elanna as she entered Engineering. There was quiet around the room, only broken by the sound of the warp core and the odd shuffle or laugh.

And then suddenly the doors of Engineering opened and the room burst into a mixed chorus of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” and “SURPRISE!”

B’Elanna stood there stunned for a moment as she took in the sight she was seeing. There was her crew, her friends, her two incredibly-pleased-with-themselves boyfriends, all grinning and smiling at her. Naomi came running up to her first, colliding with her as she hugged her tightly.

“Happy Birthday B’Elanna!”

Swallowing the emotional lump in her throat, B’Elanna hugged her back. “Thanks kiddo. Did you make that banner?”

Naomi looked up at her and grinned. “Yes! All by myself. Do you want to see?” Before B’Elanna could answer, Naomi was already dragging her closer to the centre of the room.

Truly she was in awe over everything and how everyone had taken their time to do this for her. B’Elanna had in fact forgotten it was her birthday up until thirty-two minutes ago, but she’d never imagined coming back to this. If she were by herself, she knew she would have cried by now.

Naomi took it upon herself to show B’Elanna every little thing they’d done. Music was playing in the background and everyone was helping themselves to the early morning refreshments Neelix had brought down. Finally managing to get a moment alone, she wandered off to where Tom and Harry were watching her.

“So this was your big secret huh?” She asked, arms across her chest as she tried to act serious. It was hard though, what with the way her chest was filled with giddy elation.

“What can we say, we’re masters of surprise.” Tom took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Happy Birthday ‘Lanna.”

B’Elanna couldn’t help but melt into his touch, unfolding her arms and wrapping them around his neck. Standing up on tiptoes, she pulled him down and pressed a long kiss to his lips not caring for once that they were surrounded by everyone else.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do any of this.”

“Sure we did.” Harry took a step forward and B’Elanna released Tom so she could go to him next. “You deserve it.”

She wasn’t so sure she could answer that so she hugged him instead until Harry pulled back so he could kiss her. How had she ever gotten this lucky? Maybe today wasn’t the day to analyse that. Today was a day of simply enjoying herself and spending time with those she’d started to call family a long time ago.

“Lieutenant.” A familiar voice sounded behind her and B’Elanna turned around to see Seven, holding out a present wrapped in silver paper, tied perfectly with a blue ribbon.

B’Elanna didn’t have the heart to tell her she’d spotted it earlier in Astrometrics in its very terrible hiding place.

“Happy Birthday.” Seven held the gift out to her and B’Elanna took it, trying to put on a scowl at the thought that she’d really blown up a console to keep her occupied.

“You’re still not forgiven for this morning, you know. Especially now I know you were a part of this.”

“Very well, B’Elanna. I can wait.” The corners of Seven’s mouth twitched into a smile.

B’Elanna missed the way Tom and Harry smirked behind her as she held Seven’s present close to her chest. She would enjoy today, because today B’Elanna Torres felt loved.

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wicca-wicca-whack · 5 days ago

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Dinner... Date?

Tom Paris x Reader

Word Count: 2952

//Warnings: Cursing, sex. Reader is described to be female presenting with female genitalia. Also reader has big hair

Your first meeting with Lieutenant Tom Paris was nothing short of electric, to put it nicely. You'd met on the surface of the planet Torealia, and, to make a long story very short, you broke his nose. He was asking for it, in your opinion, and quite deserved to be put in his place.

You didn’t apologize, either. Why would you? He didn’t deserve one. That was evident to you, and clearly to him as well, considering he never asked for one. Granted, a small part of you thinks maybe he forgot all about it. Quite a lot of time had gone by by the time you stepped on Voyager itself.

You ran into some mechanical trouble somewhere around Tolor III, and, having no other options at the time, you accepted Captain Janeway’s help. Your original plan had been to travel with them until you could fix up your ship, but you found yourself… weirdly attached to the ragtag, far-from-home crew. You could help with some of the knowledge you had as far as this area of space, having been traveling on your own for quite some time. Given their only other help was a Talaxian who had never gotten this far, and some kind of hot, ex-Borg woman, you were pretty sure they could use the help, and Captain Janeway certainly seemed to appreciate it.

You’ve made plenty of friends, as well. B'Elanna and Seven were both straight shooters, which was appreciated more often than you anticipated. And, really, you found it hard not to be friends with Harry, who was so god damn sweet and helpful, even when he didn’t need to be.

And Paris…. Well, maybe he wasn't so bad, but you weren't really friends, either. He just sort of… hovered. Often. And for a long time. And, sure, you can excuse that. You’re essentially friends with his friends. Of course he was bound to hover around. And he was quite adept at ignoring any inquisitive glances given by any of his aforementioned friends.

Harry, for example, was consistently giving him this funny look, this sort of brow raised smirk that you couldn't exactly discern the meaning of. B’Elanna often rolled her eyes at him, but she rolled her eyes at everyone, even you.

You tried not to think about it too much, honestly. Whenever you asked, Torres would blow you off and Harry would turn red in the face and redirect the conversation to something else. Clearly, they had some sort of inside joke.

This day was like any other day. You were in the mess, reading up on the maps and headings of the area, when-

“Damn,” Tom called out to you as he entered the mess, interrupting your conversation with Seven. The face she made screamed displeased, but he continued anyways, eyes fixed on your hair. “What the hell did you even do with that? Your hair is huge today.” He reached for it, fluffing the edges as you swatted at him.

“Nothing. All I did was leave it down.”

“You never leave it down! Since when is your hair so big anyway?”

“Since always, Paris.”

“Braids kind of compress your hair,” Harry offers, making you almost jump as he takes a seat with his tray, picking at Neelix’s food, “so you probably never even thought about it.”

“And you did?”

Harry shrugs, glancing at you. “I mean, we, like, hang out. I’ve seen it down.”

“Harry has been teaching me Kal-toh,” you confirm, giving your dark-haired friend a smile, earning a snort from Tom.

“Harry? Teaching you Kal-toh? Wouldn’t it be better for Tuvok to teach her?”

“Tuvok is busy and it is nice to spend time with my friend.” You pat Harry’s shoulder, and he gives you a smile in return.

They share some kind of look, and you purse your lips at it. “Are you going to eat or hover again, Paris?”

“Eat Neelix’s food? I’m good, thanks.” He does take a seat, though, on your other side, propping his head on his hand. “I like it, by the way.”

“Neelix’s food?”

“No, idiot, your hair.” He reaches and gives it a tug, earning another hand slap.

“Don’t touch my hair.”

“You should leave it down more. Looks nice.”

“It does look nice,” Harry chimes in, mouth full of food.

“If I say I like something, it’s basically never about Neelix’s food. I mean, come on, you’re not even eating it.”

“I cook my own food.” You’re not even sure why you’re offering this information, but this is one of the longest conversations you’ve ever held with the blonde with minimal intervention, so who knows what you’ll say.

“Really?” His face says he’s learned something very interesting, but you have no idea what that could be. “Is it any good?”

It’s bait, and you know it, but something in you tells you to take it anyway. Kind of.

“Why don’t you tell me?” You pack up the PADD you had been reading off of, trying to look as casual as possible. “I’ll see you in my quarters in about two hours?”

You bite back a grin at his baffled look as you stand, pleased to have caught him off guard.

“What?”

“Will I see you or not?”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah!”

You cover your grin as you turn, exiting the mess.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to interact with Tom. Despite your initial meeting, you did find him to be rather attractive. And he seemed kind… enough, anyway. Surely, he couldn't be awful, considering his friends. Harry was much too sweet, and B’Elanna didn’t put up with any bullshit.

So he couldn’t be too bad. Just had kind of a big ego, really.

The main problem you’d come across was your friends. It felt like they always wanted to facilitate conversations you had with Tom. To keep you on safe topics. Which… was fine, you suppose. But…

You entered your quarters, moving to pick up the area to make it presentable for guests. Straightening your bed and setting up your mini kitchenette, prepping food and making sure you have enough clean dishes.

About halfway through cooking, while watching a sauce simmer, something urged you to change. You were still in your work clothes, and dammit, this may not be a date, but you wanted to feel and look nice.

Which left you rummaging through your closet, looking for something that would be the right mix of cute and comfortable. Tom Paris, of all people, did not deserve to think you were trying too hard.

You settled on a t-shirt dress, snapping a belt on it so you would still have some kind of shape, moving quickly to finish up cooking as you glanced at the time.

Any minute now-

Your door chimed, and you tried not to grin. Right on time.

“Come in!” You called, continuing to finish up the dish.

You glanced up to see Tom, wearing a pair of casual pants and a dark-colored tee, giving you a curious look.

“You can sit down. Almost done.” You nod your head towards the set table, and he gives the table that same look before he sits down.

“You always keep your lighting so low?”

“You people keep the lighting too high,” you shoot back, plating your dish before bringing plates over, setting one in front of him as you sit.

“So what do I get if this is awful?”

You give him an exasperated look, a bit amused with his immediate assumption. “If you hate it, I’ll use my rations to get you something hu-man.” You point at him and the plate in front of him with a look. “Try it, Paris.”

He gives you an amused look, glancing down at his plate. “What is it?

“Grilled Zolian air snake. The sauce is made of Neptunemato, and underneath is a bed of horva greens.”

The look he gives you is this weird, amused and afraid smile. “That sounds awful.”

“Well, spuhgedi sounds weird to me. Try it.” You motion at his plate again.

He relents, taking a bite, and you wait patiently for him to say something, anything, as he stares you down.

“I’ve had worse.”

“Fuck you, it’s good and you know it!” You chuckle, digging in yourself. “You have to get used to our food sometime, don't you?”

“I hope I never do. Even if it takes us decades to get home.”

You roll your eyes playfully as he perks up a little.

“...Is that jazz I hear?” He gives you another curious look.

You shrug, face coloring, though you’re not sure why you should be embarrassed. “I enjoy having it in the background.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Eat your food, Paris.”

He does, making casual conversation as he does. As you finish up, you reach to grab the dirty dishes, and he swats at you. “I got it. You cooked. I’ll clean up.”

“I invited you. I can clean it up.”

“Just sit down and let me be nice.” He snags your plate, and you sigh in defeat. “Besides, you’re too pretty to be cleaning.”

He says it so casually, but your heart still nearly skips a beat, and you feel a bit like your body restarted. He, of course, is just looking down at you, amused as he turns your sink on to wash the plates.

You sit there for another couple beats before you move, heading for your couch and taking a seat.

You’re flicking through the viewscreen when he takes a seat directly next to you, swinging his arm over the back of the couch behind you.

You glance at him, and he raises a brow. “What are you doing, Paris?”

“Getting comfortable.”

You think about kicking him out. It feels like you should. You aren’t really friends, and he ate the food. What else is there?

“Why did you invite me over?”

You pause, slowly looking at him. He’s giving you the same curious look he’s given you the entire time he’s been here, brow slightly furrowed and mouth nearly in a straight line.

Mindlessly, you reach up, smoothing your thumb over the spot on his brow, and he catches your wrist, saying your name gently.

“I just wanted to. Do I need a reason?”

“You broke my nose,” he reminds, shattering the illusion he might have forgotten, “and we aren’t exactly friends.”

“You put your nose where it didn’t belong. And we aren’t friends because you don’t talk to me.”

He scoffs, tugging you closer by the wrist. “You don’t exactly talk to me either.”

“I talk to you when you talk to me.”

The look on his face screams that you’re being stupid, and god, you know you sound stupid.

“So I have to talk to you first?”

“Do you have an issue with initiating?”

He squints at you, eyes searching your face for a minute, hand still holding your wrist. A couple beats go by until he reaches to weave his fingers into your hair, holding the back of your head and tugging you in and leaning down, pausing when your lips just barely brush.

Your breath hitches, and you move to connect your lips as he releases your wrist, hand moving to grip your waist as he tugs you into him more, crushing you to his chest.

Despite the slow initiation of the kiss, it's desperate, complete with his hand on your waist inching down as you clamber into his lap, settling on his thighs as he groans against you, gently urging you closer.

You feel a little dizzy as you move closer, and you’re a bit shocked to note he’s already hard, hand moving to the back of his head as he trails kisses to your jaw and down your neck, eliciting a soft moan as he runs his teeth over the skin of your neck.

His hand on your head runs down your back and over your ass as you arch towards him, and he kneads the flesh there, earning another groan as you roll your hips against his, and he pulls back, huffing softly, somehow already looking just a little wrecked by you as he starts rucking your dress up.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he breathes, trying to shove your dress up more as it catches on the belt. You move to help, tugging the offending item off as he chuckles at you, tossing it aside and reaching for his shirt.

“You first.” You manage to tug it off him, tossing it on the couch beside you and leaning to kiss him, stopped only by his hand on your chest.

“Hold on,” he flicks his eyes over your face, and you’re sure you’re just as flushed as he is. “I wanna check in. Is this something you wanna do?”

The fact that he’s checking in, even if you’ve been participating enthusiastically, warms your chest a bit. “Yeah. Yes.” You lay a hand on his cheek, squealing as he picks you up, moving your arms to latch around his neck as he moves you the few steps to the bed.

“Thank god. I mean, obviously, if you said no, then no, but you,” he sets you down, hands immediately moving to tug your dress off again, “are insanely hot,” his hands trail over the skin of your stomach, pushing the garment over your head, “and honestly I wanna fuck you so damn bad.”

He buries his face in your chest, reaching around to unclip your bra as you arch against him, nipping at the skin there. Once he manages to unclip it, he’s tossing it across your room, head moving to mouth at your nipple as one of his hands comes to knead at the other, earning breathy moans.

You feel hot, you note, like your skin is on fire, and your fingers move to tangle in his hair, tugging a little as he groans.

He gives your chest plenty of attention, pressing kisses down your stomach and tugging your panties down, settling between your thighs and tugging a leg over his shoulder, stopping you from pressing your legs closed.

“You don’t have to- Oh, fuck.” Your head falls back as he dips his head down, hands gripping your hips as he delves his tongue in, lapping at your clit. One of his hands trails down, and he presses a finger in, groaning as you tug at his hair again.

He’s quick to double down, carefully sucking at your clit as he presses another finger in, carefully fingering you as you tug at his hair again, whimpering softly.

“Fuck, Tom, just like that,” you huff as his hand on your thigh tightens. He tugs back, looking up at you before flattening his tongue against your pussy, and your hips move to grind against him. “Tom,” you tug at his hair again, trying to pull him up, “please come fuck me already.”

He groans brokenly, pulling back and trying to rid himself of his pants, gazing down at you with dark eyes as you pull yourself up to help him, pushing his pants and underwear down his thighs as he nearly trips out of them, and you laugh at him as he pushes you down, caging you in with his arms and legs.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his dick, giving him a couple pumps. He’s not too big, you think, but not any smaller than anyone you’d been with- granted, you’re incredibly unfamiliar with hu-man anatomy.

He grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Still okay with this?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to hit you.”

He barks out a laugh, hiking your leg onto his hip and lining himself up before pushing in, hand gripping your hip.

You try for steady breathing, ignoring the slight sting as he leans down, pressing another kiss to your lips as he fully buries himself in you, grunting as he peppers kisses over your face and neck.

After a couple more deep breaths, you roll your hips a bit, trying to urge him to move. He does, leaning over you and sucking a mark into your pulse point as he sets an easy pace.

You arch against him more, bringing your hand up to dig your fingers into his back, moaning louder.

“Tom,” you gasp his name out, and he pulls back to look at you. “Harder.”

There’s a moment where you worry he’s somehow put off, and then he pulls back, straightening up and tugging your hips up as he drives into you, hips pounding into you as you keen.

You can feel your orgasm building, and you’re pretty sure you’re spewing absolute filth at him, hands gripping at your sheets as you beg for him to keep going.

You’re almost there when he starts to lose rhythm, one of his hands moving so he can press his thumb to your clit, rubbing in circles.

It crashes over you, and you cry out, pulsing around him as you ride out your orgasm.

He follows quick behind, holding himself over you with his arm.

You lean up to kiss him again and he grunts, carefully pulling out to lay beside you, pulling you close before tugging back to breathe.

“Please tell me you don’t wanna go again already,” he pants.

You laugh at him, shaking your head as you ease down. “No, you can rest, pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy?” He raises a brow at you, watching you catch your breath.

“Will you stay?” You search his face for a reaction, relieved when he smiles.

“How about a breakfast date?” He offers, wiggling the pair of you around and under the covers.

“Sounds wonderful.” You agree, slowly dozing off.

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