In Lieu of a Honeymoon...

[captainproton]

Tom sat cross legged on the grass----okay, maybe not. He sat cross legged on holographic grass, complete with a holographic breeze and holographic birds. What wasn't holographic was the food. Tom had a huge blanket strewn over the grass, with various bowl and containers of food, a couple different offerings of non alcoholic drinks. Tom certainly wasn't going to drink if B'Elanna couldn't. He wasn't sure how long they'd have the holodeck, and opted for a shorter scenario, with the possibility of adding in some other programs he'd created later. If no one kicked them out. 

Relaxing in the grass in a blue shirt, pants and comm badge, he made a some final tweaks to the program.

"Computer, raise the temperature 2 degrees and give me a bouquet of a dozen red roses. Long stemmed." Perfect, now he just had to wait for B'Elanna to arrive.

[Locked to multispacialklingon  for plot purposes]

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[captainproton]

"Well I'd like to think that you tell me everything, but I know that we still have a few hurdles to work on. Nobody's perfect. " Tom grinned and gave her a smile, despite himself and undoubtedly the way B'Elanna felt right now.

"You did. And I know it wasn't easy."

[multispacialklingon]

"That's why I said yes you know. You're not perfect. I'm definitely not, but somehow we work," She said softly, as she curled into his side.

"I'd rather be imperfect together, than alone."

[captainproton]

"We do work. I love that we're imperfect together. And that you understand me." Tom wrapped an arm around her, and gave her a kiss on the side of her head.

"What do you think? Being back in the alpha quadrant?" Truthfully, Tom wanted to go back home. To Voyager. In the Delta Quadrant.