Blood Fever
Paris: "She bit me...and she seemed to be enjoying it, in a Klingon kind of way...She's really not herself."
*B'Elanna breaths heavily throughout the scene*
Torres: "What's this?"
Paris: "The tremor must have shaken the rocks loose."
Torres: "Well, they're in the way."
*Paris tries to grab the gun from B'Elanna*
Paris: "Hold it. We don't know how stable this tunnel is. An energy blast might bring the rest of it down on our heads."
Torres: "Let go!"
Paris: "No. I think I should keep this."
Torres: "Never pick a fight with a Klingon, Tom."
Paris: "I'm not going to fight with you, B'Elanna."
Torres: "Afraid I'll break your arm? You should be."
*B'Elanna starts trying to fight Tom so he grabs her arm*
Paris: "B'Elanna, stop it! This isn't about the gun. This is about sex.
Torres: "I think it is."
*B'Elanna starts licking Tom's face where she bit him*
Torres: "I've picked up your scent, Tom. I've tasted your blood."
Paris: "No. No, I'm your friend. And I have to watch out for you when your judgement's been impaired. If you let these instincts take over now you'll hate yourself and me, too, for taking advantage of you. I won't do that."
*B'Elanna starts panting an awful lot*
Torres: "Maybe...maybe we should continue separately."
: "No."
Torres: "You don't understand how strong...how hard it is...to fight this...urge."
Paris: "Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?"
Torres: "I wouldn't go that far."*her old sense of humor returning*
Paris: "Good."
*Paris throws the pack at B'Elanna and she gets excited
Paris: "Come on."
*They continue their journey*
Paris: "B'Elanna, I know this is a pretty bizarre situation. Probably not what either one of us had in mind. But, it's too late to worry about that now."
Torres: "Tom?"
Paris: "What?"
Torres: "Be quiet."
Paris: "Is this the part where you throw heavy objects at me?"
Torres: "Maybe later..."
*B'Elanna growls and bites at Tom's hand. He kisses her back, growling. Getting into it, B'Elanna throws Tom on his back to the ground.*
Torres: "What are you doing?!"
Paris: "Enjoying myself?" *B'Elanna pins Tom's hands back*
Torres: "Then show it!"
*They both grin and start to enjoy themselves. Then Vorik buts in.
Vorik: "You are my mate not his!
Torres: "What are you doing here?!"
Vorik: "Come to claim you, to fufil our bond, and if necessray to face my rival!!"
Torres: "If anyone is going to smash your arrogant little face in, I will! I take your challenge Myself!!"
*They fight fiercely, with B'Elanna being the vicotor.*
Paris: "So looks like you're feeling better..."
Torres: "Yes...Yes I'm fine. Thanks. The refit is going well. We should have new warp coils by the end of the week."
*silence for a moment*
Paris: "Computer, halt turbolift. Look this is rediculuous. "We are going to be together on this ship for a long time."
Torres: "You're right. We have to pretend that the whole mission didn't happen."
Paris: "But something did happen, B'Elanna."
Torres: "Look Tom I really appreciate what you did, what you were willing to do for me, but as far as I'm concerned I was under some wierd Vulcan chemical imbalance and whatever I did whatever I said...it wasn't me."
Paris: "Yeah, I know. You're afraid that your big, scary Klingon side might have been showing. Well, I saw it up close-and you know, it wasn't so terrible. In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing it again someday."
*with that the turbolift opens and as B'Elanna is leaving she says...*
Torres: "Be careful what you wish for, Lieutenant."
*and as we all know, Tom gets his wish*