SPANISH DESSERT
Author: Pantene Fromage
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Enterprise, the series, concepts and characters, are the property, copyright and trademark of Paramount/Viacom. No ownership or claim on said property, copyright or trademark is made or implied by the use of these characters in this story. This story is non-commercial, not for sale or profit, and may not be sold or reproduced for commercial purposes.
In other words, I like using these characters in stories I�d never see on TV.
Notes: This story takes place during the events of the episode �Silent Enemy.� It�s all about the things people starved for a certain form of release do on a deep space mission. It�s a Mary Sue. Don�t say I didn�t warn you.
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Lt. Malcolm Reed, Armory Officer of the first deep space starship Enterprise, let out a ragged breath. He was looking at his calculations. He and Commander Trip Tucker, Chief Engineer of the Enterprise, had combined their departments and were working very hard to build and install two phase cannons before the ship reached Jupiter Station. They wanted to prove to Captain Archer that this project could be done quickly and effectively so there would be no need for the ship to go to Jupiter Station. They also wanted to prove to their captain that they were self-sufficient out here in deep space; there was no need to go running home for every little thing. Reed now was willing to admit he needed an extra crewman to help; there just weren�t enough people in the Armory to get his part of the project finished in time. He headed toward Engineering to find Trip, who was busily putting out a fire-a real one. Malcolm waited on the side until Trip was finished and nodded to him, catching his attention. Trip walked over to him, sweaty and exhausted.
�Malcolm, what�s up?�
�I need someone from Engineering to help me with some calculations. I just don�t have enough people to finish this thing on time. I�m sorry to ask you for this, Trip, but if we�re going to make our deadline�� His voice trailed off as he looked at Trip, silently pleading with him to grant him this one favor.
�Okay, Mal, I�ll see who I can spare. I�ll check the duty roster and assign someone to ya,� Trip smiled reassuringly.
�Thank you. I owe you one,� Malcolm said, relief evident in his voice and headed back toward the Armory.
Trip went to his office to towel down. He always kept a towel in his office for exactly the type of incident such as the one that had occurred earlier. It seemed that he not only put out figurative fires, but literal ones, too. That was going to have to change with the new ships that were being built. He kept a journal of specific engineering successes and failures so that he would have a reference to go back to when designing a ship with a more powerful warp engine. He had designed this one and had to live with some mistakes he hadn�t counted on. The reality of a warp engine in deep space had taught him many things. After journaling this latest incident, he looked at the duty roster. Hmm, he could spare either Ensign Tsu or Lieutenant Anduray. He had a feeling the lieutenant would volunteer. She liked not only engineering, but blowing stuff up as well. She and Malcolm should get along just fine Trip mused. He had to be careful of who he assigned to Malcolm, since Malcolm could be so picky about how things were done in his Armory.
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Lt. Reed was in a Jeffries tube on his hands and knees when he heard a voice behind him.
�Excuse me, Malcolm, I�d like to introduce you to someone.� It was the Southern-accent tinged voice of Trip Tucker. Malcolm crawled out from the tube. As he got up and was brushing his pants off, Trip did the introductions.
�Malcolm, this is Lt. Marisol Anduray. I�ve assigned her to help you with the project.�
Reed looked up and into a set of dark brown eyes. They were a beautiful shape, somewhat almond-like, yet round in the middle. She smiled at him and stuck out her hand.
�Thank you for this opportunity, Lt. I�m glad to be able to share in the Armory�s part of this project.�
Reed took Lt. Anduray�s hand. It was warm and soft. Malcolm had noticed her months ago in Engineering and was instantly attracted to her, but with his shyness around women, he had never screwed up the courage to ask her to dinner. Instead, he suffered in silence, occasionally masturbating to the thought of her mouth around his�
�Ahem, Malcolm. Hello!� Trip�s voice cut through Malcolm�s memories.
�I�m sorry. Yes, it�s wonderful to make your acquaintance; Lt.� Malcolm pumped Marisol�s hand with exaggeration. He took a breath in and looked over to Trip, who was frowning at him, a question in his eyes. He suddenly smiled.
�Well, I�ll leave you two alone to get what you need to done.�
�Thanks again, Commander!� Marisol waved goodbye to Trip.
Reed spent the next hour showing Lt. Anduray the calculations that needed to be done. At the end of the shift, she offered to stay, since a certain problem was far from being solved and she wanted to solve it.
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A couple of days later, Trip walked into the Armory and stopped short, shocked at what he saw. Reed and Anduray, dirty and disheveled, were hunched over a phase cannon on the floor, its metal guts spilling out everywhere. Malcolm looked up. �Trip! Have a look at this. Marisol has done a brilliant job these last two days.� Malcolm�s hair was mussed; his shirtsleeves folded up to his elbows, gray rings under his eyes and two days growth of beard on his face. Marisol looked up and smiled at Trip. She looked almost as bad as Malcolm did, except for the beard growth.
�My god! When was the last time you two slept? Or ate, for that matter?� Trip demanded.
Malcolm and Marisol looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Marisol answered first. �I slept for 4 hours last night! We ate, uh; hmm��she frowned, not able to remember when she last ate something.
�I had about 3 hours sleep last night. And we had some coffee this morning�well that doesn�t really matter." An excited Reed told Trip. "What matters is that we�re almost done with this. We�ll make the deadline, Trip, no problem!�
�Doesn�t matter?� Trip exploded with disbelief. �I want the two of you to go to your quarters right now, take a shower, go to the Mess Hall, eat something and then go back to your quarters and sleep. And it better be more than three hours!�
Malcolm looked at him in surprise. �But we�re almost done Trip! That can wait.�
�No, it can't. I�m serious, Lieutenants,� Trip emphasized the �s.� �That�s an order!�
�And what if the captain finds out we�re sleeping when we should be working, especially since��
�The captain will find out,� Trip interrupted. �I�m gonna tell him myself what�s been going on. And I�m sure he�ll agree with my order.�
�You�re pulling rank? I can�t believe this!� Malcolm argued.
�Damn right! Now get the hell outta here, and I mean now!�
Malcolm and Marisol left, disbelief in their eyes. Trip had never pulled rank that effectively before leaving them to wonder why he had such a reaction to them.
As they went down the corridor to the turbolift, people gave them very strange looks. They got in the turbolift and discussed what was going on. Marisol got off the turbolift first, on �C� deck. She turned to look at Malcolm.
�So I�ll see you in the Mess Hall in an hour?� She asked.
Malcolm smiled at her. �Yes. Don�t fall asleep before you get in the shower!�
Marisol waved goodbye. She went into her quarters and stopped cold when she passed the mirror. Her reflection frightened her. She hadn�t realized she looked so bad. It was no wonder that Trip had the reaction he did when he saw them. He was absolutely right to order them to get food and sleep. She stripped off her filthy uniform and underwear. She ran the shower a bit to warm up the water and stepped in. Aaah, that feels good, she thought, as the warm water glided over her shoulders and back. She washed her hair and body, got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror wondering if Malcolm Reed had noticed that she was a woman. She thought about his blue-gray eyes, how intense they were when concentrating on a calculation problem. She longed to run her hands through those beautiful chestnut brown waves of his. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she dried her hair in a very pretty style, put makeup on, and pulled on a casual but smart outfit. Checking her look in the mirror she mused, maybe this will remind him that I�m a woman under the uniform. She walked out of her quarters and toward the turbolift, intent on having a very nice dinner with Enterprise�s Armory Officer.
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Malcolm sagged against the wall of the turbolift. God, I wanted so much to touch her, he thought. He was attracted to her now more than ever before. The last two days had been pure heaven; working with such a brilliant and sexy woman turned him on more than any of the �Stinky� dreams he'd had about T�Pol. He got off the turbolift and went to his quarters. Stripping off his uniform, he wondered what it would be like to strip off Marisol�s uniform. He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. He was taken aback at what he saw. No wonder she never gave me a second look, he thought. Not when I looked this bad. The shower will change that, he hoped. After his shower, Malcolm shaved, put on cologne and got into a casual outfit. He thought about it for a second, but decided that Marisol probably wouldn�t be wearing her uniform either. With a little skip in his step he walked to the turbolift.
Malcolm looked around the Mess Hall. Marisol was waving to him from a table in the corner, near the windows. He grabbed a plate of food, some hot tea and went over to her. She smiled to him as he sat down.
�As much as I hate to admit it, Commander Tucker was right. We were a sight to make eyes sore!� She commented, her eyes twinkling.
�I know. But we were having a fantastic time, figuring out all the��
�Malcolm, stop. If you don�t, we�ll both wind up in the Armory again and if Commander Tucker sees us there�ll be hell to pay. He�s an easygoing guy, but when he�s serious and starts pulling rank, you know better than to contradict him.� Marisol put her hand on his arm. �Besides, I�d much rather talk to you in this setting.�
Malcolm�s heart jumped. Maybe she was interested after all. They talked and joked all through dinner. As they were laughing about a particularly funny incident, Malcolm felt a twinge in his neck. He put his hand up to it and rubbed it.
�Sore neck?� Marisol asked.
�Yes. I guess that�s what happens when you spend a lot of time twisting your neck in a Jeffries tube, � Malcolm joked.
Marisol got up from her seat. �Here, let me rub the kinks out for you.� She put her hands on Malcolm�s shoulders and started to massage them, firmly yet gently. Malcolm relaxed back into her grip. �Mmm, that feels so good. You can stop in the year 2160.�
Marisol smiled. She was hoping for an opportunity like this. As Malcolm became more relaxed, she started to massage his neck. She bent down and licked his ear. Malcolm�s head jerked back slightly. Her warm moist tongue had certainly gotten his attention and a tingly feeling in his crotch soon followed. He had to make himself concentrate on trying to keep his penis from tenting his pants.
�How about some Spanish dessert?� Marisol whispered seductively in his ear. Malcolm turned his head to look at her, searching her face. For two days he had wanted to see what was now in her eyes: raw desire, all for him.
�My quarters? � he asked hoarsely.
They got up and walked quickly out the Mess Hall door standing rigidly at attention until the turbolift doors opened. Once inside, Malcolm pushed Marisol up against the wall and kissed her passionately, curling his fingers into hers. His penis had come to full awareness now and pressed against Marisol�s hip. She responded fervently, pushing her tongue into his mouth, her nipples becoming hard little nubs. The turbolift stopped and they spilled out into the hallway, almost knocking down a crewman who was waiting there for it. They mumbled their apologies to him as they ran down the corridor to Malcolm�s welcoming quarters.
Once inside they couldn�t keep their hands off each other. Through the tongue-probing and the little nip-kisses down the neck, Marisol unbuttoned Malcolm�s shirt, threw it open and put her mouth to the hair nestled in between the hard muscles of his chest. Malcolm closed his eyes feeling Marisol lick his nipples, then suck them into hard nubs. He groaned. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned her shirt and then looked down onto her swelled breasts, aching to hold them in his hands. He took her shirt off and then proceeded to unbutton her bra. Marisol ran her hands through the chestnut waves of Mal�s hair, just as she had fantasized not long ago. Mal removed the bra and bent down to lick her breasts. They were so full and round. He licked them with his tongue flat, then switched to sucking them, getting his whole mouth around the nipple and areola. Marisol groaned. "Ohhh god, Malcolm�."
He proceeded to remove her pants, unzipping them and rolling the pant legs down, all the while his kisses going lower on her body. She stepped out of the pants and smiled at him. She unbuckled his pants, and pulled the flaps containing his straining erection open. She pulled them down over his backside. She got on her knees and rubbed his dick through the underwear. He responded with a groan. She pulled the underwear down, freeing his wonderful organ. She caught her breath. It was dark red, swollen with blood, and bigger than she imagined. Much bigger than she thought a man his size was capable of carrying around in his pants. A drop of clear liquid glistened at the tip. Smiling she licked it off. Malcolm groaned and looked down in time to see her take his throbbing erection into her mouth. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. He couldn�t believe his fantasy was coming true!
Marisol took Malcolm into her mouth, running her lips up and down his shaft swirling her tongue around it as she did. She put her hands on his butt and pulled him towards her, his penis going all the way to the back of her throat. She played with his dick, licking, swirling, and nibbling the tip and up and down the shaft. Her thumbs rubbed the underside of his sac. Malcolm groaned. His balls tightened. He felt a release coming soon. Shaking his head to concentrate, he put his hands on Marisol's head, saying, "Please stop. I�m going to come and I don�t want to come this soon. It�s my turn to play.�
Marisol took his dick out of her mouth and he lifted her up. He kissed her passionately, tasting himself in her mouth. She bent back and fell onto the bed. Malcolm stopped kissing her and started to go down her body, trailing kisses all the way to the band on her lacy undies. He hooked his fingers into them and pulled them ever so slowly down her legs. He then planted little kisses up her right leg, past her hip and stomach, to the muff of hair on her pubic bone. He separated her legs and looked at the prize that awaited him. �Please separate the lips, � Malcolm asked. As Marisol did this, he opened his mouth, and licked the length of her pussy. She caught her breath as he proceeded to lick her clit, toying with it and sucking it lightly. �Oh Malcolm, my Malcolm�� Marisol breathed. He stuck his tongue in her pussy and she bucked her hips. He wiggled his tongue back and forth and she bucked some more. Her hands came down to his head and she lifted it. �Please stop. I don�t want to come this way. I want you inside of me. Deep inside of me�� Her brown eyes looked into his blue-gray ones, pleading and lustful. His heart swelled to hear her say that she wanted him inside her. He smiled as he came up to fulfill her request.
She spread her legs more as he moved his penis toward the entrance to her hot, throbbing sex. He stuck the tip in and slowly pushed his penis a little at a time until it was all the way in. He looked at her; Marisol had her head back and her eyes tightly closed. He filled her completely. She could feel the tip of his penis against her cervix. Yes, yes, this is going to be wonderful, she thought. Malcolm slowly started to push in and out of her, waves of intenseness filling his whole body, generating from his groin. She was so, so hot and tight!
Her pussy gripped his dick and he felt the wet walls close in all around him. Supporting himself on his hands, he kept up a steady pace. Marisol felt him thrust deep inside her, moving back and forth. She would tighten her pussy around him as he moved forward and loosened it when he moved back. They kept this rhythm up until Marisol could take it no longer �Please Malcolm go faster...and harder�.� He looked at her eyes and her heaving bosom and did as she wanted, feeling an intense pressure building up. Marisol grunted with each thrust and ground her hips against him. Malcolm�s breathing was fast and shallow now��Oh, my darling I�m going to come!� As he exploded inside of her, hot streams of semen filling her, she grabbed his back and thrust her hips up, her pussy sucking him into her as she released her orgasm at the same time. �Ooooohhhh,� she groan-yelled. She came two or three times, each time pulling him to her. Malcolm hung on for dear life, doing everything he could to stay inside that pussy that so wanted to push him out. After her last orgasm, he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
Marisol drew in ragged breaths. Malcolm rolled over on his side, letting out a long breath. Marisol looked at him next to her and smiled, putting her hand in his hair. He turned to her with a soft smile and confessed, �That was so intense. I don�t think I�ve ever felt anything like that before.�
�I know I haven�t." She said back. "You are just incredible, Malcolm Reed.�
Malcolm took her close to him and they fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
FINIS