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Author's Note: Umm? OK this is just something silly that came to me one
night. Please let me know how you liked it or didn't. Stupid? Well, duh!
What else can I write?
Summary: Sneaky, sneaky.
"What the hell is that?"
"It's called a tattoo."
<Rolls eyes> "Well duh, I know that. But why did you get it?"
"Well," <blushing> "I wanted a symbol of the love between the two of us."
<Eyebrow raising> "Why didn't you get one with my name then?"
<Soft laugh> "I could've done that. What would I do with it if we ever
"What makes you think we'd ever brake up?" <Pouting>
<Throws hands in the air> "I never said we would. I'm just saying."
"Uh huh, sure." <Walks over to his husband> "What does it say anyway?"
<Looks at floor blushing> "Slave."
"Really?" <Grins from ear to ear> "Why?"
<Looks up> "Cause."
"Cause?" <Looks bewildered> "Cause what?"
<Bobbing up and down nervously> "Just cause. I have my reasons."
<Holding back a chuckle> "Ok, you don't have to tell me."
"Good." <Smiles> "What to go to bed?" <Starts heading towards the bedroom>
<Eyes light up> "Sure!" <Follows his husband into the bedroom>
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" <Pleading look in eyes>
<Straight faced> "Course not."
<Walks into mess hall> "Good morning, sweetheart."
<Heads turn towards sound> "Morning 'Slave'! <Entire messhall yells>
<Closes eyes and puts head on table> *I'm a dead man.*
<Death glare> "Thomas Eugene Paris! You're a fucking dead man!"
<Bolts from chair and out of the door>
<B'Elanna walks over> "It worked."
<Smiles wickedly> "Yeah." <Sits down and winces> "At least now, I can get
the Doctor to finally take a look at these damn hemorrhoids."
<Uncontrollable laughter> "Hey Starfleet. Too much info."