Author's notes:  This is my very first attempt at a fanfic, so go easy
on the criticism.  I got this idea after reading Voyager Book #14,
Christie Golden's "Marooned".  This story will not make much sense
unless you have read "Marooned".  It takes place about two months after
the events in "Marooned".

Warning:  This story is NC-17, for detailed descriptions of intimacy. 
Children, turn back NOW.  Also, if the idea of Tom and B'Elan having an
intimate relationship bugs you, turn back.  Otherwise, keep going.

The disclaimers:  Paramount owns Tom, B'Elan and everything Trek. 
"Marooned" copyright 1997, by Christie Golden.  No insult is meant to
Christie by writing this.  She said that it was up to the reader's
imagination as to Tom's role for B'Elan in the program, so I'm taking
liberties!  :)

Thanks:  To Riss and Vanessa of PTF for help, and to Athena, for
listening to me babble about Tom Paris and pirate ships.  :)

The Captain's Lady
by Marissa


        B'Elanna walked through the holodeck doors into an extremely odd
setting.  Strange, rough-looking men ambled about doing various things.
A cool wind caressed her cheeks, softly billowing the skirt
of the simple white, off-the-shoulder dress she wore.  In addition to
the wind, the floor dipped and swayed beneath her feet.
        Tom had wanted her to meet him here.  So she was here--in this dumb
dress that he insisted fit with the program.  Where was he?
        A flapping noise from above drew her attention to the huge sails.  She
studied them for several seconds before the floor bucked beneath her
again, causing her to fall.  She managed to catch herself, but banged
her elbow on the wooden boards of the deck.  "Ouch!" she exclaimed,
rubbing her arm ruefully.
        Before she realized it, someone let out a shout and four of the men had
surrounded her.  One grabbed her by the arm.
        "Get your hands off me," she said crossly, jerking away.
        "What are you doing here, wench?" one man demanded.
        "She's a stowaway," another declared.
        "Let's take her to the captain," suggested a third.
        "Aye," the others agreed.  The one who had grabbed her arm before took
hold of it again.
        "I said, get your hands off me!" she snarled.
        "Don't you get smart with me, wench."  His grip tightened, and though
B'Elanna fought, it was like trying to break solid duritanium bands. 
She was dragged roughly across the deck, up a short flight of steps and
toward the bow.  Two men stood facing the opposite direction near a
massive wheel that she guessed was used to steer the ship.
        "Captain!"
        "Cap'n Paris!"
        Both men turned and B'Elanna realized that the latter of the two was
Tom.  She hadn't recognized him from behind.
        *Kahless, he looks gorgeous*, was her first thought.
        In fitting with the theme, Tom was wearing snug-fitting black
breeches--very snug--and an open-necked white linen shirt.  She could
see a small bit of golden hair on the exposed part of his chest and idly
wondered how far down that hair went.  Then she realized where her train
was thought was leading and blushed furiously.
        He also wore black boots and a sword with a jeweled hilt hung from his
belt.  The sea wind had ruffled his hair and it lay adorably unruly.
        "We've found this stowaway wench down on the lower deck," the one
holding her explained.
        Tom nodded.  "I see."  He stepped away from the wheel and came closer
until he was face to face with B'Elanna.  "Well now, what have we here?"
        She rolled her eyes and looked away.
        "Look at the captain when he's speakin' to you, insolent wench,"
ordered the one holding her.
        She looked up.  His arresting blue eyes caught her gaze and steadily
held it.  She felt her knees go weak as his eyes looked into her soul.
        "What should we do with her, Captain?" a young boy who looked about
sixteen asked.
        Some of the others laughed, but before Tom could respond, a shout came
from the crow's nest.
        "It's 'The Devil', Cap'n Paris!  She's headed this way!"
        B'Elanna was instantly forgotten as the group scattered, preparing for
battle.  The cannons boomed, rocking the deck and sending B'Elanna to
her knees again.  The other ship answered with her cannons and continued
to approach.
        "They're going to try an' board us!"
        "Black Hawk doesn't know when to give up, does he?" Tom said calmly,
but his eyes were dark.
        *He's really getting into this*, B'Elanna thought.  It was amusing, but
in her opinion, a little lame.  She decided to wait until after the
"battle" had begun, then go somewhere unnoticed and call for an exit. 
Tom would be mad, but that was his problem.
        She had just started to sneak away when a loud shout split the air. 
Startled, she spun around and saw that one of the enemy holographic
pirates had jumped from his ship, which was now much closer to this one,
onto the deck.
        "We've been boarded!"
        Then the battle began.
        A swarm of the enemy landed on the deck of 'The Captain's Lady'.  But
of course, Tom's crew weren't about to sit around and not fight.  Within
seconds, a deafening cacophony of shouts, assorted curses, and the bang
of metal against metal filled the holodeck.  Had she been fully human,
it probably would have scared the hell out of her.  But all it did was
hurt her ears.  She clapped her hands over her ears and watched the
melee.
        Tom was an expert at this.  He had obviously studied the old-fashioned
sword techniques.  As quick as he would dispatch one enemy, he would
turn to fight another.  But then he got into a heated combat with one
pirate and was oblivious to another sneaking up behind him, sword
raised.
        Without thinking, she screamed, "Tom, look out!"
        Lightning-quick, Tom spun around, dispatched the pirate, then turned
back to the previous battle.  B'Elanna breathed a sigh of relief, though
she didn't know why.
        Without warning, she was grabbed roughly from behind.  She let out a
shriek of surprise.
        "Quiet, wench," ordered a deep bass voice.
        The voice belonged to a tall, dark haired, black-eyed man built like
Chakotay.  He had a scar on his left cheek and one eye was covered with
a patch.
        "Put me down!"
        "I said, shut up."  He tightened his hold.  "Paris didn't teach you any
manners, I gather.  Well, that'll change soon."
        "Damn it, put me down!" she screeched, trying to kick him.  But it was
useless.  He was much stronger than her and her blows affected him no
more than those of a baby.
        "You're coming with me."
        "Let go of me, you bastard!"
        Having beheaded yet another enemy, Tom turned at the sound of
B'Elanna's yelling.  When he saw who had hold of her, he wasted no time
in dashing across the deck.  "Get your hands off her, Black Hawk!"
        The burly pirate sneered.  "Well, if it isn't the great Captain Paris. 
You man enough to fight me?"
        "Quit using the wench as a shield and I will!"
        Black Hawk dropped B'Elanna, who quickly scrambled out of the way, and
drew his sword.  "You know you can't defeat me, Paris.  Just call a
surrender now and I'll go easy on you."
        "Like hell I will!" Tom retorted.  "I intend to send you straight t'
the devil!"
        "I'd like to see ye try!"
        Tom lunged forward.  The battle went on for several minutes, neither
gaining much ground.  Then Tom eventually got an advantage, backing the
bigger man up to the edge, his swordpoint at Black Hawk's throat.
        "Do you surrender?  Or must I gut you and burn your rotten boat?"
        Black Hawk glared maliciously at Tom, but remembered that he was the
one at the wrong end of the sword.  "Very well, I give."
        Tom grinned.  "Glad to hear it."  Then he shoved Black Hawk hard,
causing him to tumble over the edge straight into the sea.
        The other enemy pirates, seeing their leader defeated, scrambled to
escape.  Some made it, some did not.
        "It's not over yet, Paris!"  Black Hawk hollered.
        Tom laughed and the rest of the crew cheered as The Devil limped away.
        "I knew ye could defeat the bastard," a tall, brown-haired man said,
slapping Tom on the shoulder.
        "Nothing to it, Hawkins," Tom said.  "Nothing to it."
        "He'll think twice before crossing us again," another pirate declared.
        "Aye," the others said.
        "An' now we got us a reason to celebrate!" the young boy piped up.
        "Aye!" the others agreed enthusiastically.
        "Too bad we're not in port--we could borrow some of the tavern girls to
celebrate with us."
        The others echoed this lament, then as a group, all eyes landed on
B'Elanna.
        "Quit staring at me," she snapped.
        "Who needs the tavern wenches--we got us a girl right here!"
        Before B'Elanna could even open her mouth to tell them that if they
dared to lay a hand on her, she'd throw them to the holographic sharks,
Tom stepped forward.  "Sorry, she's mine."
        A chorus of groans went up.  "Why can't we share her, Captain?" one
complained.
        "Because I want this one for myself."
        "You're not even going to share her with Hawkins, Captain?" asked a
short pirate with red hair.
        Tom shook his head.  "She's to be mine--no one else's."  He held up a
hand against the protests.  "We'll be to Antigua in two days--I'm sure
you can hold out till then."
        "Does this mean we can't celebrate?" the boy said.
        "Not at all.  You'll just have to go without female company for this
celebration."
        "Except for you," First Mate Hawkins said.  Tom laughed.  "True.  But
it's part of being captain."  He stepped up to B'Elanna and with very
little effort, lifted her up and flung her over his shoulder.
        "Put me down!" she screeched in outrage, pounding his back with her
fists.
        Forgetting their earlier disappointment, the other pirates burst into
laughter.  "Sure you don't need a few of us to mellow her out first,
Captain?" the red-haired pirate asked.
        "No, I'll handle her."  Turning, he moved down the short flight of
steps toward the door that led down to the crew cabins.  B'Elanna fought
and cursed him, but it didn't do her much good since she was hanging
over his shoulder.
        "Have fun!" one of them yelled.  The entire group laughed louder.  Tom
paused to grin at them, then walked through the door and down a steep
flight of stairs.
        "I swear, Tom Paris, if you don't put me down right now, I'll...."
        "You'll what?"
        "I'll....I'll....."
        "I'm waiting, B'Elanna."
        "Shut up, you petaQ!"
        "Captain Paris, hello."  A young boy about 13 appeared.  He moved to
get a better look at the upside down B'Elanna, who glowered at him, then
back up at Tom.
        "I'm fine, Jake.  Just see that I'm not disturbed for a while."
        "Aye, Captain."
        The boy left.  B'Elanna was aware of a door opening and closing.  Tom
stopped briefly to kick off his boots, then started walking again.
        "Damn it, Tom, put me down!"
        Suddenly, the world turned right-side up and she fell with a thump. 
Once she got her bearings back, she found that he had dropped her onto a
large bed.  She glared at him.  "What the hell did you do that for?"
        "You told me to put you down," he replied blithely.
        "Not like *that*."
        He shrugged nonchalantly.
        She rolled her eyes.  "Okay, Tom.  I played your game.  You saved me
from the big, bad Black Hawk.  Now I've had enough."
        "It's not over yet.  I haven't claimed my reward."
        "So go upstairs and party."
        He shook his head.  "As captain, I get better than that.  I get you."
        Her eyes widened as the implication of his words sank in.  "Tom, you
don't mean to...."
        "I do, B'Elanna."  He advanced toward her.  She tried to back away, but
he was too quick for her.  He caught her wrist in one hand and ripped
open the front of her dress with the other, baring her breasts.
        Gasping in shock and anger, she pulled away, pulling up the torn bodice
to cover herself.  She didn't know whether to be furious or nervous.
        "What are you doing?" she demanded.  He had never acted like this
before.
        Without answering her, he grabbed her other wrist and dragged her
against him.
        "Tom, let go.  Stop it!"
        But he only held her tighter, pulling her into his arms.  "Go ahead and
struggle," he murmured.  "It makes it seem more real."  He bent his head
to nuzzle her neck.
        A heady warmth swept through her at his touch.  The Klingon half of her
tried to rebel against that, but she couldn't resist it.  It would be
like trying to stop a sunrise.  Then his mouth captured hers.  Her first
instinct was to twist away from those warm lips, but her heart overcame
her head.  She gave in to the sensation.
        The kiss deepened and one hand slid up her side, tugging the ripped
bodice down further.  The other wandered along her thigh and began to
push her skirt up.
        "Tom, wait...."
        "Relax, B'Elanna," he whispered, kissing along her jaw.  He unfastened
her dress, sliding it off and dropping it to the floor.  Slipping his
hands into the sides of her panties, he slowly slid them down and off as
well.
        B'Elanna felt a quiver go through her as his cobalt gaze swept up and
down her.  Drawing her close again, he covered her mouth with his, his
hands cupping her breasts, gently caressing the perfect twin mounds. 
She moaned softly.  He eased her onto her back and separated from her
only long enough to strip off the shirt and breeches.
        Another quiver went through her as Tom knelt over her once more, now
gloriously naked.  His mouth descended to her breasts, where he captured
one peak, suckling lovingly, then the other.  Then his lips descended a
warm trail down her stomach to the soft thatch of dark curls between her
thighs.  Gently, he parted her legs, then with one hand, spread her
open, exposing her tender flesh.  Bending his head, he began to lick and
nip the sensitive skin.
        "Tom, wh--what are you--ohhhh!" she moaned as he plunged his tongue
inside her.
        He paused and lifted his stunning cobalt gaze to hers.  "What do you
mean?" he murmured.
        "I....I...."
        "Do you want me to stop?"
        "No!" she cried.
        He lowered his head again and this time, the touch of his tongue ripped
a shriek from her throat.  His free hand moved up to take hers, the
other still held her open to his pleasurable assault.  She writhed and
moaned and shrieked, feeling the sensation building.  Any second now,
she would go hurtling over the edge....
        But he stopped and pulled back.
        "Tom, no....*ohhhh*!"
        Her scream was for a different reason this time, as he had risen up,
taken her by the hips and thrust himself deep inside her.  Now he
hovered above her, keeping perfectly still.  Every time she thrust her
hips up, he pulled back, teasing her.  She moaned in frustration. 
Unable to hold back any longer, Tom began to move slowly--long, deep
strokes that sent shudders through her.
        "Tom, please...."
        "Please what?"
        Dazed by pleasure, she couldn't find her voice.
        "Yield t' me, B'Elanna," he murmured, his pirate accent slipping back. 
"Admit that ye belong t' me."
        "Yes," she whispered.  "I belong to you."
        "Aye, my love.  Say it again."
        "I belong to you.  I love you," she moaned as he began to move faster.
        Then the only sounds to be heard in the cabin were moans, cries and
whispered words of love.  When the climax hit, B'Elanna screamed.  Tom
let out a cry of his own, then, his strength finally gone, he collapsed
atop her.
        As the aftershocks coursed through her and at long last ebbed away,
B'Elanna lay quivering beneath Tom, her eyes closed, breathing heavily. 
His hands gently caressed her arms and stroked her hair.  Finally, she
opened her eyes and found him gazing down on her lovingly.
        "You didn't tell me this was part of the game," she murmured finally. 
He laughed and hugged her close.
        "I don't think you would have come if I had mentioned this part," he
smiled.
        "Tom, is that normal?"
        "Is what normal?"
        "What I just experienced."
        Tom realized that she must have been denied pleasure before to ask such
a thing now.  "Well, not every time.  But I've always felt it fair to
return some of the pleasure given to me."  He paused.  "I'm guessing
your past lovers didn't share my beliefs."
        "No, they didn't," she said softly.
        A fierce tenderness swept through him and he pulled her even closer. 
"I love you, B'Elanna.  I won't ever be selfish with you."  He kissed
her forehead.
        "I love you, too," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
        For a long time, they lay quietly, holding each other, exchanging an
occasional soft kiss or whispered endearment.
        "B'Elanna."
        "Mmmm?" she murmured drowsily.
        "We're almost out of time, love.  We have to leave."
        "So call for a transport."
        "Your quarters or mine?"
        She shrugged sleepily.
        "Computer, site to site transport...."
        Slipping further into lassitude, B'Elanna wasn't aware that they had
moved until the slight rocking motion that imitated the moving ship
ceased and she was settling into the softness of her bed.
        "Good night, B'Elanna.  I love you."
        She murmured an "I love you" back before drifting into a dream.
        She was back aboard the pirate ship, Tom at her side.  They stood
together at the bow, looking out over the vast ocean waters.  She had
never felt more content.
        "Are you happy, my love?" he asked softly.
        "Yes.  With you, how could I not be?"  She closed her eyes and rested
her head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against her
cheek as he gently stroked her hair.
        "Land ho!" someone yelled.
        B'Elanna opened her eyes and looked up to see the green coastline of
Antigua on the horizon.

~End~


Okay, so the ending's a little strange.  Should I change it?  Like it,
hate it?  Tell me - RissTorres@mailcity.com