Title: She Blinded Me
Author: Cait N.
Series: VOY
Codes: K/T
Rating: R
Archive: ASC*

Summary: PWP - I was in a romantic mood and Sak challenged
me. I admit I'd never thought of K and T together, but once
my mind got rolling. . . Just don't throw anything at me
for the insubstantial nature of the story. I warned you in
advance.  *g* 

Disclaimer: Hell, if I couldn't even envision this pairing
you can bet TPTB wouldn't want it. Paramount owns the
characters, I just take 'em out for fun every now and then.

Feedback: caitn at mindspring dot com
Website: /~CaitN/


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When lovely woman stoops to folly,
  And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
  What art can wash her guilt away?
-	Oliver Goldsmith
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"That two-timing bastard!" B'Elanna swept into Harry Kim's
quarters like a whirling Vulcan sandstorm. "I swear, if he
even dares to come dragging himself to my quarters tonight,
I'll . . ." Evidently what she would do was too horrific to
mention because she trailed off into a jumble of muttering
and growling.

"Um, B'Elanna, I'm not sure what you're talking about."
Harry felt like he'd stumbled into the middle of act two of
a three-act play.

"That lying, cheating, son of a Targ, Tom." She stopped in
the middle of the room, fists clenched in anger. "I caught
him, just now, in the mess hall screwing behind Neelix's
little bar area." Her chest was heaving with righteous
indignation. "To think that he'd cheat on me with him!"

"Tom is. . ." For some reason Harry was embarrassed, and
couldn't finish the sentence.

"Yes, Harry, read my lips: Tom is right now having sex
with Lt. Ayala in the mess hall." B'Elanna started pacing,
clenching and unclenching her fists. "All the time I
believed him when he said that I was special, that what we
had was different from anything he'd felt before."

Harry was at a loss for words. He just stood there
silently, still not quite able to grasp what the angry half-
Klingon had told him.

"You know what, Harry?" B'Elanna asked. She stopped pacing
and walked over to his table. With a broad sweep of her
hands she sent everything on top of it crashing to the
deck. 

"B'Elanna, what are you doing?" Harry finally found his
voice.

Instead of answering she stalked up to him, grabbed him by
the front of his tunic and head-butted him. 

"Ow, shit!" Harry cried seeing stars flicker before his
eyes.

When his vision cleared she was dragging him across the
room to the table.

"I want to have sex with you," she said in a no-nonsense
voice, pushing him back onto the table and starting to
unfasten his trousers. 

"What? B'Elanna you're not thinking clearly." Harry tried
to reason with her while unsuccessfully fighting off her
roaming hands.

"Wrong, Harry, I'm thinking clearly for the first time in
a long time," she countered. She ripped open his shirt, her
lips tracing an erratic trail down his chest. "I want you
to fuck me," she mumbled against his navel.

"You what?"

"Fuck me!" she shouted, climbing onto the table and 
straddling him, her hips grinding against his. 

Harry didn't have to be told a third time.

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The next morning . . .

The EMH raised his eyebrows and gave Harry a long look.

"What?" 

"Oh, nothing," he said, loading a hypo with the proper
medication and dose. He applied it to Harry's arm.

"So I'm free to report for duty?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, none of your injuries are serious," the doctor
replied. As Harry hopped down from the biobed he added,
"But they're nothing compared to what Lt. Paris will do if
he finds out."

"Finds out about what?" Harry feigned ignorance.

"I'm more observant that most of the crew gives me credit
for," the doctor said in a slightly haughty voice. "Your
injuries are consistent with those incurred during Klingon
sexual practices - I've treated Lt. Paris for almost the
identical injuries on two occasions." He smirked at Harry.
"I simply put two and two together."

"In this case it adds up to five," Harry muttered. "I'm
late for my shift," he said a bit louder, heading for the
door.

"Suit yourself," the doctor called out after him, "but
I'll reserve a biobed in your name just in case."

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"So I told him we were through."

"He accepted it?" Harry couldn't quite believe that Tom
would react so calmly to a blow to his ego.

"He didn't have much choice," B'Elanna shrugged, sitting
beside Harry on his couch. "I threatened to tell Neelix
what I'd seen them doing in his kitchen. You know what a
big mouth that Talaxian has - it would have been all over
the ship within an hour."

"You, didn't, um, tell him about us, did you?" Harry
wasn't keen on being the recipient of belated hostility on
Tom's part.

B'Elanna shot him a puzzled look. "I may be reckless but
I'm not stupid." She scooted closer and nibbled his ear.
"He'll find out eventually, but there's no need to hurry it
along."

Harry could feel his body responding to her attention. "Do
you want to try to make it to the bedroom this time?" he
asked in a low voice.

The sudden pain from her teeth on his earlobe made him
flinch. "I guess not."

Harry heard the sound of ripping cloth and gave in to the
inevitable. Before this relationship was over he figured
he'd either have to learn to sew or bargain with the
captain for more replicator rations.

B'Elanna's nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red
furrows in their wake.

His last coherent thought before he surrendered to the
waves of desire coursing through his veins was that it
might be a good idea to ask the doc for his own personal
dermal regenerator.

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The End