Author: Lady Starblade -- [email protected]
Rating: PG
Pairing: T/R
Category: Humor/Romance
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Nope
Archive: Entslash; Anyone else, if ya want it, take it. Just let me know where.
Feedback: Absofragginlutely
Disclaimer: I own none of the Enterprise characters; that distinction goes to Paramount. I make no money from this writing.
Author's Note: It�s a new year, and I�m attempting to get back in the swing of things. This is a quick drabble-and-a-half inspired by my getting snookered on New Years� Eve�.although I wasn�t as lucky as Trip.
Summary: It�s January 1st, and what do you call a Malcolm in your bed?
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I feel like I�m trying to swim up through mud. As I try to wake up, I notice the smell.
Oh yeah, I know what *that* smell is. Smells like someone got lucky last night. But this smells different�.musky and sharp�.and I am *sore*.
Then I notice the arm slung across my chest. It isn�t mine. At least, I don�t think it is. If it is, something�s broken.
I finally pry my eyes open and roll them over to see who�s got me.
It�s Malcolm.
I blink twice, making sure I�m seeing who I�m seeing.
What the hell did I drink last night?
He looks so damn cute, his hair sticking up twelve ways from Sunday, one side of his face all smushed up against the pillow.
Malcolm�s in my bed, and he�s holding on to me.
Looks like this year�s off to a good start.
A damn good start.
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