Title: I Need You 
Author: Robin Margolin (robinmargo@att.net ) 
Series: Ent 
Code: A/S 
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Mild bondage 

Disclaimer: I own nothing.  It all belongs to Paramount.

Summary: It doesn't need one, just read it.  Possible
Spoilers for "Unexpected", "Silent Enemy" and "Dear Doctor".

Archiving: Yes to CaFF, ASC and ASCEM.  All others, ask
please.

Feedback: Please, Please, Please here or to author.  This
is only my second "Adult piece" so please no flames.

Note: This was written for the Captain's Fuh-Q Fest with
the challenge to write a story that ends with the line:
Computer, engage privacy mode.

Special thanks to my Beta Readers: Saklani, CousinDream,
Jessica and the Anonymous Four.
 
**************
 
'Damn him!  How does he do this to me every time?' Hoshi
Sato mentally demanded of herself, as she emptied the
bureau drawer of her clothes. She was in the process of
changing quarters.  'I wanted off this ship when I went
into his office.  He charmed me with "I need you, Hoshi"
and I fell for it.  Again!'  

Miserably, Hoshi slammed the transport bag shut and sat
down on the bed.  She remembered the first time Jonathan
Archer said, "I need you, Hoshi."

/////////////Hoshi Sato was 12 years old and visiting her
cousin Suki, in Denver, Colorado during winter break from
school.  The two girls were ice-skating on the well-frozen
pond, practicing jumps and spins like their Olympic
champion ancestor.  They were so engrossed in their fun
that neither noticed when others joined them at the pond.
Suki's brother, Hiro, had brought his classmate from Star
Fleet Academy to the pond to skate.  

Hoshi saw him as she stopped her layback spin.  To a
twelve year old he appeared to be an Adonis, struggling to
lace up his skates.  He was in his early twenties with
light brown hair that shimmered with gold in the sunshine
and green/gray eyes that pierced her heart with one gaze.  

"Jon, this is my little cousin Hoshi," Hiro was saying as
introduction. "And that's my sister, Suki", he continued,
pointing out each girl. "Girls, this is Jon Archer.

Hoshi's soft shy "Hi" was lost in Suki's enthusiastic
greeting. "Hi, Jon.  You're Hiro's roommate, aren't you?"

Jon smiled.  "Guilty as charged."

Suki skated up to her brother.  "Hiro, now that you're
here, we can practice some throws and lifts," she said, as
she pulled him onto the ice.  Hiro looked at his roommate.  

"Go ahead," Jon told him.  As Hiro skated off, Jon
realized that he was too hasty in dismissing his friend. 
His skate laces were impossible to get tight enough.  He
looked up at Hiro's young cousin.

"Hoshi, I need you," he called to her.  She glided to him.
"My skates are refusing to lace up," he confided in her.  

Hoshi looked at his feet and began to giggle at the sight
of Jonathan Archer's large gloved fingers attempting to
lace and tie the delicate skates.  "Here," she said as she
pulled a lace hook from her coat pocket.  "This might help."

Jon stared at the hook.  "What is that?" he asked.

"It's a lace hook," Hoshi replied in disbelief.  "Haven't
you ever skated before?"

"Well, no," Jon confessed.  "But Hiro was so psyched up
about it I thought I'd give it a try."  

Hoshi expertly laced and tied his skates.  When she looked
up, he was intently watching his roomie and his sister as
Hiro repeatedly lifted and threw Suki into impressive spins.

Hoshi followed his gaze.  "Beautiful together, aren't
they?" she asked. 

"I didn't realize that Hiro was that good." Jon admitted.

"They've been paired together since Suki could walk,"
Hoshi said, slightly envious of her cousins.  "I've never
skated pairs."

"That's one up on me," Jon laughed.  "I've never skated." 
He stood on the skates and took Hoshi's hand.  "How about
you show me?  Hoshi, I need you." //////////

Ensign Sato fast-forwarded her memory to the next time she
heard those words from Jonathan Archer.

///////////Six years later, Cadet Hoshi Sato sat among the
roses and irises on the grounds of the Academy, studying. 
Laptop open, she scrolled through the pages of her Basic
Quantum Mechanics textbook, preparing for midterms.  

A person-sized shadow appeared, over and behind her.  She
looked up, over her shoulder at the man who had come up
behind her.  She immediately jumped to her feet, snapped to
attention and saluted the senior officer.

Lieutenant Jonathan Archer smiled broadly as he returned
the salute. He retrieved her fallen laptop and bade her to
return to her seat on the grass.  He sat facing her.

"I need you, Hoshi," he began without preamble.  "I am
researching degradation of warp fields in relation to speed
and time."

"I can't be of any help there, Sir," Hoshi interrupted.

"Ah, but you can," Archer insisted.  "One of my sources is
a twentieth century paper written by a Nobel Prize winning
genius in Quantum Physics. The only copy that survived the
war is in a library in Asunción in Old Paraguay."

Perplexed, Hoshi interrupted again.  "I still don't see
how I can help."

Jon smiled and said, "I see you've gotten over being
painfully shy."

Hoshi turned tomato red in embarrassment.  "Sorry, Sir,"
she murmured.

"The paper is in Spanish," Jon finally finished.  "I asked
around and was told you were the best translator in the
city."  He handed her a thick book.

Hoshi studied the first few pages and looked at Jon in
surprise. "I can translate this back into English if you
want but …"

"What do you mean, back into English?"

"The author is American, and probably wrote it in
English," Hoshi explained.  "The reverse translation
probably won't be exact, but Spanish is easy to translate."

"Then you'll do it?" Jon sounded elated.

"Sure," Hoshi agreed, "It'll be fun."

On impulse, Jon leaned forward and kissed her lightly. 
His lips were soft and undemanding on hers. Hoshi leaned
into the kiss, her adolescent fantasies resurfacing.  She
requested entry into his mouth with her tongue.  He moaned
slightly as he pulled away.

"Hoshi, I'm sorry," he began.  "I shouldn't be doing
this."  He regarded her flushed cheeks and deep black
almond eyes.  "You are so beautiful."

Unsure and embarrassed, Hoshi picked up her laptop and the
physics volume.  "I'll call you when the translation is
done," she said over shoulder as she quickly walked away
from him.

***********

Hoshi used working on the translation as a break, between
studying and midterms.  She completed both about the same
time.  The translation actually seemed to help on her QP
midterm.  She put the finishing touches on the translation,
downloaded it onto a disc, and had it messengered to his
office.  She couldn't face him.  She was still embarrassed
about how she had thrown herself at him.

************

Hoshi was very surprised when her doorbell rang late at
night, a few days later.  Cautiously she checked to see who
was there, and was shocked to see Jonathan Archer on her
doorstep.

"I wanted to thank you," he began.  "You did a great job
with the Beckett translation."

"You're welcome.  It was a wonderful diversion when
studying got tedious."

"Can I come in?" Jon asked.

"Sure." Hoshi opened the door enough to allow him entry. 
She turned away to close the door behind him, trying to
squelch the attraction rising in her.

Jon sat down at the small table in the dining area.  "I
placed a commendation note in your file for the speed and
accuracy of the translation."

"Thank you, Sir." 

Now it was Jon's turn to blush slightly.  "I didn't mean
that to be so formal sounding.  I also wanted to thank you
more personally." He put his hand into his pocket and drew
out a small silk bag, which he then handed to Hoshi.  

With shaking hands, the teenaged cadet opened the silk to
reveal a tiny figure-skater of faceted crystal.  

"She reminded me of you when we first met," Jon blathered
on. "I hope you like her."

"Thank you, Jon.  She's beautiful."

"So are you."  His murmur was almost inaudible.  

Placing the figurine on the table, Hoshi put herself in
front of Archer, demanding his attention.   "That's the
second time you've said that, Jon."  Black eyes burned into
his green ones with an intensity that surprised them both.

"I mean it," Jon said, "You are the most beautiful woman
I've ever met."  Abruptly breaking eye contact, Lieutenant
Archer returned to all business.  "I'll be leaving now. 
Please give Hiro my regards next time you speak to him."

/////////////////

Hoshi returned to the present.  She took another look
around her quarters as she dried her face.  "All right,
Ensign, that's enough," she scolded herself.  She picked up
the skater figurine from the top of her bureau.  "He's your
Captain.  He has enough feelings for you to request you for
his first command.  Departing three weeks early, he charms
you with; 'I need you, Hoshi.'  He probably still sees a
little girl on ice skates when he looks at you.  At least
you got your quarters changed."

****************

Hoshi threw herself into her role as communications
officer.  To her surprise and credit she found herself
enjoying ship life much more than she had anticipated. 
About fourteen weeks into the voyage, Captain Archer
approached her again with that appalling phrase.

"I need you, Hoshi.  You're the only one on board who can
do this," he had said.  So, she spent the better part of a
week trying to discover Lieutenant Malcolm Reed's favorite
food.  She didn't even get a piece of cake for all her
work.  

Hoshi had hoped that Captain Archer would remember to
thank her for all her trouble.  She'd been expecting to see
the captain since delivering the birthday cake to
Lieutenant Reed.  She delayed changing out of uniform, and
was absent-mindedly playing with the crystal skater when
her doorbell rang late that night She opened the door and
stood casually inside the doorframe.

"Good evening, Captain."

"I wanted to thank you," Jon began.  "You did a great job."

"You're welcome."  She smiled invitingly at him.

Jonathan Archer looked behind him at the hallway.  "May I
come in?" 

"Sure." Hoshi opened the door.  She watched him as he
walked past her. He moved comfortably in his body, almost
as if he were unaware of its perfection.  Hoshi felt her
attraction for him rising yet again.

"I placed a commendation note in your file."

"Just doing my job, Sir." 

Jon frowned at his choice of words.  "I didn't mean that
to sound so formal.  I also wanted to thank you more
personally."  

At Hoshi's invitation, he made himself comfortable on her
couch.  It was standard issue, able to double as a bed if
needed.

In his mind, Jon Archer was fighting with himself.  On the
one hand, he was incredibly attracted to Hoshi.  Her deep,
bottomless eyes, and silky ebony hair had become etched in
his brain, and he saw them even with his eyes closed.  Yet
on the other hand, she was a crewmember and he her superior
officer.  Even so, he felt himself go hard every time he
thought of her.  

Then again, this was a vulnerable time for him.  Along
with being his tactical officer's birthday, it was the
anniversary of his father's death.  Was he looking for
comfort, or something more? Was this fair to either of them?

Hoshi regarded her captain's face, her mind running at
warp speed. She was tired of being the sweet young girl,
submissively waiting for lovers to come to her.   Jon
appeared lost in a thought, his eyes contemplative.  She
slowly lowered her gaze.  His chest was full and his
shoulders were broad.  Then his body narrowed into a tight,
but not tiny, waist.  Lower still her eyes settled on the
growing bulge at the front of his pants, a sign of the
desire he felt for her.  Hoshi smiled. She wanted Jonathan
Archer and she was going to have him.  Tonight!

She sat on the couch beside him and reached over his leg,
brushing her breasts on his knee as she did so, in order to
open a drawer secreted in the bottom of the couch.  She
heard the sharp intake of air Jon took as her nipples slid
over him.  

The captain wanted to take her in his arms then and there,
but their ranks still troubled him.  He forced himself to
'casually' drape his arms over the back of the couch.  

"I know you went to a lot of trouble..." A clicking sound
interrupted Jon.  "What are you doing?" he asked, as he
felt something touch his ankle.

A Cheshire Cat smile on her face, Hoshi looked briefly at
Jon.  Then she slid to the floor and placed herself between
his legs.  "Something I've always wanted to do," was her
cryptic answer.  A second click was heard and a touch felt
on his other ankle.  

"You said that you wanted to thank me more personally,
Jon."  Her voice was soft-spoken but assured.  Again she
rubbed her now taut nipples upon his knee as she leaned
past him.  "I know just what I want for my reward."  

His tongue began to form words of protest, which she
quickly silenced with her mouth.  The kiss was deep and
passionate, easily resolving any arguments that Jon Archer
was having within himself.  Her tongue danced between his
teeth, and caressed his gently, teasing, demanding.  

He moved to take her in his arms, but found his wrists
handcuffed to the couch back.  When he attempted to stretch
his legs, he discovered that his ankles were similarly
restrained. The sudden sensation of powerlessness first
surprised and then excited him, hardening his already stiff
cock even more.

Hoshi reluctantly released his mouth.  Her bottomless
black eyes stared into his green ones.  "This is between
Hoshi and Jon," she said formally. "No ship, no Starfleet,
no ranks.  Your only chance to end this is now. Say the
word, Captain, and I'll release you.  Do you want me?"  

He stared back at her with lust filled eyes.  The silence
while she waited rang in Jon's ears.  Finally a single word
fell from his lips, "Yes".

Hoshi turned her back on him in order to manually locked
the door. Slowly, deliberately, she turned to face him as
she began to unfasten her jumpsuit.  

Jon's attention remained steadily on Hoshi's hand as it
slid lower on her body.   A low groan of protest escaped
his mouth as her hand, and zipper, stopped moving at hip
level.

Green eyes followed Hoshi's petite hand as it moved up
again and removed the upper portion of the uniform.  A soft
cotton camisole hugged the swell of her breasts.  Jon ached
to replace it with his hands.  Hoshi then placed both hands
at the bottom of the garment, removing it by raising it
over her head.  

"Oh, my," Hoshi heard Archer say as the cool air of the
cabin caressed her naked breasts.  She swung the camisole
around her captain's neck and pulled him to her chest.  
Immediately his tongue darted through his lips, and began
greedily lapping at her left nipple.

Jon discovered her skin tasted slightly salty, and felt
soft in his mouth except for the contrasting hardness of
her taut nipple.  It was almost as hard as the cock which
threatened to split open his pants if not soon released. 
He was moved to her right breast, licking and suckling at
her delicious teat.  He drew the puckered tissue into his
mouth, trapped it between his tongue and palate, and milked
it expertly.

"Yeeessssss," Hoshi groaned in delight.  The rhythmic
pressure at her tit echoing the want in her cunt.   Waves
of pleasure rose in her as she pulled her chest away from
his hot mouth.  Before he could complain, she unbound his
jumpsuit from neck to crotch.

The release of pressure as the uniform opened was pure
pleasure for Jon, and he let her know it with a moan.  The
soft cloth of his briefs was more forgiving than his
uniform had been.  His manhood, erect and proud, peeked
from the elastic waistband.  

Hoshi quickly cast aside the rest of her clothes and
climbed up on the couch.  She slid one foot under Jon's
firm rounded ass, and the other on the couch back behind
his shoulder as she presented herself to his face.

He inhaled deeply the musk of her womanhood, then set
about exploring her nether lips with his own.  He nibbled
gently on her furry mound, drawing it into his mouth.  His


tongue caressed and massaged the deep furrow of her being. 
He drowned in her scent and taste.

The tide of her approaching fulfillment continued to build
as his tongue probed every millimeter of her sex.  When he
began to suck tenderly at her clit, she held his head for
support while she shuddered with mini orgasms.  

Soon, skin glistening with perspiration, she removed her
crotch from his face.  She wanted, no, needed to feel Jon
inside her while she came. She straddled him, facing away,
and ripped his briefs exposing just his cock.  Facing him
again, she crouched down and impaled herself on his
straining member.  

Suddenly finding himself inside her tight wet silken tube
was almost too much for Jon Archer.  He forced himself to
do calculations in his head to stop from coming
immediately.  She felt wet, hot.  Her silky walls worked by
themselves to massage his cock as she slid herself up and
down on him.  

Hoshi's hands clamped fast on Jon's shoulders, and she sat
still as she came.  The tidal wave of muscle spasms gripped
him tightly in her pulsating hole.  He felt hard and long
inside her, filling her, exactly how she preferred to come.
 

Jon held on while Hoshi rode out her climax.  The
sensation of being held inside her while she came was
phenomenal.  He watched her face as she arched in orgasm. 
Her lips red and full, cheeks inflamed with lust and that
never-ending neck.  She was the picture of sex personified.

As the wave subsided, Hoshi began to again move herself up
and down on Jon's shaft.  She held his gaze with her eyes
as she increased the speed with which she fucked him.  She
experimented with short, medium and long strokes, watching
his eyes for signs of pleasure.  He let her know with moans
that he preferred long, slow deep strokes to quick short
ones.  

Without releasing his penis, Hoshi rearranged her legs so
she was sitting on his lap, her legs hooked under his
thighs.  This way she could have him penetrate her, deep,
all the way to her cervix.  

As Jon's glans banged against the entrance to her womb for
the third time, he began to orgasm.  He felt his balls
tighten just before his cock-head erupted.  Straining
against the handcuffs intensified the rapture. The lava of
his passion spurted out in pulses.  

Hoshi felt the pulsating of his rod within her.  She
leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Jon, burying her
face in his chest.  Now that they were both satisfied, she
could relax, and melt into him.    

It was several minutes before Jon spoke.  "Hoshi," he
said, kissing the top of her head, "I enjoy being held by
you.  I'm sure I'll enjoy holding you.  May I?"

The petite ensign looked up.  "Oh, yeah, the keys."  Hoshi
peeled herself off her captain, and then released him from
his shackles. She excused herself to go to the fresher. 
When she returned, he was gone.

*************

At the end of her duty shift, several days later, after
the incident with the Valakians, Captain Archer called his
Communications officer to his office/quarters.  Ensign Sato
presumed that it was about the Menk, but she was wrong.

"Hoshi, I wanted to explain why I left without a word the
other night," he began.  

"I don't need an explanation," she interrupted.

Jon continued on as if he hadn't heard her.  "I realized
what time it was and that Porthos needed feeding."  He
smiled at her as she visibly relaxed.  "I'm sorry I …"

"No apologies needed either, Jon."  Hoshi bit her lip. 
She hadn't meant to use his first name on duty.  She knew
that senior officer's computers constantly recorded all
sounds in their offices, unless turned off.

Jon Archer reached into a desk drawer, before walking
around to the front of the desk.  He brought his hand up in
front of her and swung a set of handcuffs on his index
finger. "That being the case, I was wondering if we could
get together again?"

The ensign's smile lit up her face.  "Yes, Sir.  Time and
place?"

Jon manually locked the door.  "Here and now," he said to
her.  Then to the air he announced, "Computer, engage
privacy mode."

THE END?