Hoshi walked onto the bridge ready for her shift. Luckily, the aliens hadn’t really imposed on the communication’s systems throughout the ship, so Hoshi had very little to clean up after. Travis and Trip had just finished transferring helm control to the bridge as Malcolm walked in. His uniform was in disarray, his hair was messed, and he had a dirt smudge on one of his cheeks.
Even looking like death warmed over, he is still hot. Hoshi looked down to her console. Her heart did a flip.
Will you shut the hell up? He is not hot. Forget about him. You have no possibility of a relationship with him, much less a future. Hoshi’s fingers danced over her console in a tedious task, one she could do in her sleep. The ache in her chest was crushing and tears welled in her eyes, but she kept her mind focused.
“Are you crying? THERE’S NO CRYING OVER GUYS! What the hell do you think you are doing? So, he didn’t ‘stay the night.’ You need to get over your delusions of romance, girl, and move on. Travis is very well built…” Hoshi’s brain sent the signals to carry out the task at hand.
“Will you shut the fuck up, brain! I’m in control of her libido. I say Malcolm!” If Hoshi’s heart had feet of its own, she would be tapping her toes.
“Fuck you, heart! I say anybody but Malcolm. He’s always walking around with that British air of superiority about him, like he is God’s gift to the universe…” Hoshi’s brain rambled.
“He does not! He’s gentle, sincere…” Hoshi’s hear purred.
“Gentle, sincere my ass!” Hoshi’s brain shouted.
“Um, you don’t have an ass, brain! You are just a highly overrated CPU.” Hoshi’s heart screamed.
“And you are a highly overrated muscle.” Hoshi’s brain bantered back.
“Well, without me, you wouldn’t get that oxygen you need to regulate the rest of the body.” Hoshi’s heart quipped.
“Without me, you wouldn’t pump!” Hoshi’s brain fought back.
“OH WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!” Hoshi’s stomach growled. “Is the throat cut, because I know I am empty? Hello! Hello! I am sending hunger pangs to you brain, can you put something in her mouth and make her swallow. The acid down here is churning.”
“Yeah! Yeah! You’re going to have to wait till lunch!” Hoshi’s brain stated.
“Jackass!” Hoshi’s heart continued its argument.
“Mule!” Hoshi’s brain screamed over the commotion the stomach was sending its way.
“Ok, you asked for it!” Hoshi’s stomach growled.
Just then Hoshi stopped what she was doing. She still had unshed tears in her eyes, but she wasn’t feeling dizzy. Her pride dragged her sleeve across her face as she sank into her chair and sighed.
Malcolm stood at his station giving Captain Archer a situation report on the status of the armory. The aliens had helped themselves to some weapons, but overall it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
“Ensign Sato, are you feeling well?” T’Pol asked as she noticed the young ensign’s pallor.
Hoshi didn’t answer as the only sound she could hear was a low buzzing in her ears. She tried to stand and command her legs to take her to sickbay, but they wouldn’t cooperate.
The entire bridge crew watched as the communications officer crumbled to the floor, smacking her head on her console on the way to the floor.
Hoshi’s eyes fluttered open and she winced as her hand went to her head. “What happened?”
Malcolm grabbed her hand, weaving his fingers through hers in an intimated manner.
“Next time you decide to go without breakfast…well you really shouldn’t skip breakfast, Ensign. Your blood sugar bottomed out. When was the last time you had eaten?” Phlox fussed over his patient, accommodating the Lieutenant.
“You have a concussion from hitting your head on your console,” Phlox told Hoshi as he noticed her touching the goose egg on her forehead.
“Don’t worry, luv. Everything’s going to be okay.” Malcolm’s voice was filled with raw emotion as he kissed her hand.
Hoshi felt a shock travel at the unfamiliar pressure and tugged her hand away.
“Hoshi?” Malcolm asked, concern filling his voice.
“I have taken you off duty for the next day.” Phlox prattled, as he went about straightening his area. “You may return to your quarters. Lt. Reed will escort you. We will be checking in on you every hour. Normally I would keep you in sickbay, but you will probably rest easier in your quarters.”
“I’m so sorry I had to leave you this morning. I didn’t want to, but the armory is a mess. I wanted so much to wake you properly – to show you how much I love you.” Malcolm’s voice sounded like velvet to her ears as his hands explored past her undone uniform and onto the plains of her stomach.
Heat pooled in her stomach, but she was at a loss for words regarding what he was saying. She stood there responding to his touch halfheartedly as though she were not a whole person.
Her heart ached and so did her head. “Um, Lieutenant, I think I should lie down. I’m not feeling well.”
“Lieutenant? Hoshi? What is the matter?” Malcolm’s voiced raised slightly in pitch as worry creased his brow.
Her mind was fuzzy. She had to sit down. “Luv, should I call Dr. Phlox? Perhaps take you back to sickbay?” Malcolm’s concern for her grew. He lead her to the bed they shared the previous night before and couldn’t help be remember her taste…
Malcolm eased her to her bunk, spreading her before him like a feast before a starving man. He was already rock hard again. He resisted the urge to plunge into her depths because the urge to continue what he was doing was too overwhelming. He nipped at her inner thigh, thrilling at the sounds she made.
He spread her labia and thrust his fingers into her in one deft movement while his tongue smothered her clitoris with passionate kisses. She was so tight around his fingers. Their taste amazed him. It was an experience in opposites, bitter yet sweet, salty yet refreshing.
His heart soared as she reached her second orgasm and she moaned, twitching and writhing away from the sweet torment he bestowed on her.
He gasped a pleasant surprise as she straddled him and took him into the depths of her mouth. She was vicious in her strategy, plunging, swirling, and handling him with ease. It was pure bliss, but he wanted more.
He wanted to lose himself inside her. Malcolm tried moving his legs as he panted, "Please...Hoshi...luv...not...like...this...I ...want to... cum... inside... you."
He could hear her purr as she increased the tempo continuing to lap at his silken shaft.
Malcolm threw his head back in a primal roar as he lost himself to the pleasure. The shuddering and shivering of his release soon abated. His lover continued to lavish attention on his diminishing member, continuing to lick it. “The woman is insatiable. You need some sleep.” Reason whispered at the back of Malcolm’s head.
“She needs her rest too. Both of you have a long day a head tomorrow. There will be plenty of time to make and profess love later.” Malcolm’s heart chimed in.
"Hoshi, if you keep licking me like I am cream and you're a cat, I am going to have to take you again." Malcolm said in all seriousness as he held his arm over his eyes.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Hoshi responded and continued licking him like he was the cream.
“Whoo hoo, let’s go again!” Malcolm’s other brain chimed in.
"But, I do. I'm dead tired and need to get some sleep before my shift starts...before our shift starts." Malcolm pulled her body flush with his and plundered her mouth with his.
He could taste himself on her lips. “Who would’ve thought Hoshi would be the kind to do what she just did?”
“She loves you. Isn’t it obvious? And you…” Malcolm’s heart prodded his two brains to complete the sentence.
“Love shagging her brains out! Let’s do it again!” One of Malcolm’s brains shouted over the other while the other whispered. “…love her, fraternization rules be damned.”
“That’s right. I’m so glad you are a sensible man.” His heart settled down for the night.
Malcolm had never known the peace and completeness that surround his entire being as he held the woman he loved in his arms. It took a while for Malcolm’s libido to quiet down.
Malcolm looked down at the woman he loved with all his heart and soul and sighed. She was so beautiful.
“How lucky are we?” His heart sang.
“Very, but Hoshi…” Malcolm’s brain began to remove the fog as it started ticking off the various reasons a relationship with him would be disastrous.
“None of that is true. Hoshi will not be harmed. Her career will not be impacted by those stupid ass fraternization rules. You know Captain Archer. He wouldn’t begrudge either one of you happiness. If Captain Archer was the kind of captain whose style of command you thought you preferred, you would be dead. After all, you said it yourself. His style of command does have its advantages.” Malcolm’s heart finished pleading its case and rested.
“Well, I need to speak to Captain Archer first, to make sure everything is fine.” Reason stated.
“Very well then. If it would make you feel better. But, I know in myself, that Captain Archer would not argue the merits of a relationship with his communication’s officer.” Passion reared its organ as Hoshi stirred in her sleep, causing the sheet to shift and uncover her delectable derriere.
“WE have to go.” Reason shouted. “It has been three hours since we left the catwalk and the armory still has yet to be accounted for.”
Malcolm took her alarm in hand and adjusted it fifteen minutes. He didn’t care if she was late. She needed some sleep. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her head.
“I love you,” whispered in his heart.
Hoshi’s heart recoiled at the message it received and fell silent. “Hi, you’ve reached the Brain. I’m not available to take your call right now. If this is an emergency, please try and coordinate all limbs to take us to sickbay. If it isn’t an emergency, then why the hell are you bugging me? Just leave a message at the tone. Beep!”
Malcolm stood there holding a very stiff Hoshi. “Hoshi, darling! Should I get Phlox?”
“Um, no.” Hoshi tried pulling away from his, but his hand held firm. And he continued to press her body to his.
“Lieutenant, please let go of me.” Hoshi said as she rubbed her cheek against his broad shoulder. He smelled clean and crisp, like it had just finished raining and the sun was peaking through the clouds.
Malcolm pulled away confused by the use of his rank. “Hoshi…”
Hoshi sighed, clutching her head. “You’re invading my personal space, Malcolm. My head hearts…I mean hurts. My stomach aches and I am confused as hell as to why you are all touchy feely on me. I like you and all, but not in that way.”
Malcolm’s heart thumped in his chest. “But last night, w-we…made love.”
“Huh?” Hoshi stared up at her superior officer. “You must be pulling my leg. You are so stuck on regulations. I know that can’t be right. Are you sure, you aren’t the one who hit your head?”
The seriousness of what she was saying hit him like one of those old time freight trains. Malcolm walked over to the communications panel at her door. “Dr. Phlox, I need you in Ensign Sato’s quarters immediately.”
“I’m on my way,” the good doctor replied.
Hoshi and Malcolm sat there in silence. Hoshi’s head throbbed. Malcolm’s heart throbbed. Either way one went, both were in pain.
The chime on the door chirped and Malcolm opened it instantly. He was getting ready to tell Phlox everything, as his communicator demanded his attention.
“Reed, here!” He barked into the device barely containing his annoyance at the interruption.
“Sir, you’re needed in the armory,” A voiced requested.
Anguish crossed his face. “She…she. I think she has amnesia,” Malcolm explained to Phlox as best he could.
“And why do you think that,” Phlox could hardly contain his bemusement by having the armory officer diagnose his patient.
“Sir?” The voice called out over the communicator.
“Last night…last night, Hoshi and I made love. She doesn’t remember any of it.” Malcolm confessed.
“Sir?” The voice insisted.
“Lieutenant, there is nothing you can do here. By all means, go and take care of the armory. I am going to escort the Ensign back to sickbay and keep her overnight for observation,” Phlox chattered as he ushered Malcolm out the door.
“But… but.” Malcolm resisted.
“Sir. Are you there? Is everything okay?” Was it Malcolm’s imagination or was the voice on his communicator whiny.
“There are no buts, Lieutenant. You can do nothing for Ensign Sato right now.” Phlox shut the door in his face.
“Sir?”
“I’m on my way!” Malcolm clipped off as he resisted the urge to add, “bloody annoying nag.”
TBC
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