Malcolm hovered around sickbay like an expectant father the next day. Hoshi was being released and he wanted to be there for her. He had been cleared of duty thanks to Captain Archer. After the armory was put to bed, he had gone to the Captain and told him most everything that had happened. After all a gentleman does not kiss and tell.
�Wow Malcolm! You certainly have done an about face on your stance about fraternization. Not that I mind, because I don�t, unless of course it impacts your duties. So, in light of current circumstances, I am giving you the next couple of days off. Think of it as therapeutic for Hoshi. Phlox tells me she has short-term amnesia and was actually requesting your assistance in her recovery.� Captain Archer could barely contain his bemusement at the situation at hand. Who would have thought Malcolm would be the first to �break� fraternization regs? Who knows, maybe he was starting a trend?
That's it! It must be Travis! He was probably playing some silly prank on her again and had gotten Malcolm to go along with it. Would Travis ever stop tormenting her? But, why would Malcolm go along with something so, well, for lack of a better word, cruel?
Hoshi pictured a light bulb over her head like in one of those old time cartoons. She had the perfect idea on how to get both of those jokers back. She looked around sickbay and heard Phlox in his office. Unable to wait any longer for her release, she snuck out of sickbay and to her quarters.
He buzzed her door three times before he finally let himself in, afraid that she was not able to answer it, but she was not there. He hit the comm panel on the side of the door, "Ensign Masters, assemble a security team and locate Ensign Sato. Bring her to her quarters."
Hoshi's libido chimed in. "Woof! Wouldn't we love to hop onto him and ride him ragged?"
"All in good time, but first I want to toy with him." Her brain replied in all seriousness.
Her heart was being ignored.
Just then Travis noticed someone watching him and looked up and smiled. "Oh, hi, Hoshi. How are you feeling?" Travis grunted the last part as he lifted the weights and set them to a rest over his head.
"I'm fine. But I was wondering something." Hoshi stated demurely with a tug of a smile to her lips.
"And that something is?" prodded Travis as he lay back on the bench and looked up at her.
Travis gasped in surprise as Hoshi straddled his broad hips and pinned his arms down. "I was wondering what took me so long to notice you. I want you Travis." She said in a trancelike state.
Hoshi ground her hips down as she could feel his reaction to her. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as he protested and started to say her name. Travis took the initiative and finally managed to sit up and wrap his arms around Hoshi's back, giving off the appearance of a lover's embrace.
"Hoshi, what is wrong with you?" Travis moaned as he felt her feminine heat through all of their clothing.
Hoshi's libido had taken the rest of her body hostage with the brain screaming for revenge. The heart whispered, almost believing her course of action that of the truth. "Yummy, let's fuck him raw!"
Hoshi looked up to see Malcolm enter the gym and her mind swirled.
"Ah ha! The other perpetrator!" Hoshi's mind clawed for vengeance and ignored her heart.
"Malcolm, would you like to join us? I'm sure I could accommodate both of you. And seeing as we are already 'doing the deed', there shouldn't be any problems, now, should there?" Hoshi's reason and libido ruled supreme in their control, flawed though they were. Her head hurt.
Malcolm�s heart pounded in his chest and what looked like a betrayal of the cruelest kind. His brain reasoned that her amnesia must be more severe than previously thought. Jealously sparked inside him, and he lifted Hoshi off of her would-be lover. "What are you doing?" Malcolm gave her a gentle yet firm shake.
"Out of all people, I never thought you capable of such malice and pain. Really, Malcolm! Pretending to be in love with me, pretending to care -- all for a joke. Travis, I expect as much from. But, you?" Hoshi's head hurt. Her heart raced. She was so angry that Travis and Malcolm denied any such joke.
Travis looked from Malcolm to Hoshi. "What joke?"
Malcolm stared at Hoshi, hurt marring his expression.
Hoshi's primary focus was on her lover. Her lover? He loved her? The hurt crossing his features was unbearable.
"You love Malcolm Reed!" Hoshi's heart chanted and shouted over and over again. Every thing and every thought she had had in the last forty-eight hours came rushing back to her. Her heart was beating so fast in her chest she could barely catch her breath.
Malcolm watched the subtle changes cross her face -- recognition, hurt, and panic. He hugged her slight frame to his and tucked her head into the crook of his neck.
"Oh...my...God! I...am...so...sorry! I've ruined...every thing. I...thought it was a.... joke," Hoshi sobbed and held onto the man whose solid stance supported her from crumpling to the deck plating.
"Gym to sickbay," Travis stated as he activated the comm panel.
"No, no." Malcolm waved at Travis. "Just help me get her to my quarters." He held on to Hoshi's shaking shoulders and stroked the raven hair that fell over them.
�You�re off duty for the next couple of days, luv. Where are you headed?� Malcolm held his breath waiting for her to not remember him again. He had held her throughout the night and comforted her as she tossed and turned, occasionally crying out.
�I-I�ve got to use the bathroom,� replied Hoshi as she bolted to his bathroom.
After shutting the door, she looked at herself in the mirror and the last week came rushing back to her; the catwalk; making love with Malcolm in her shower; waking up alone; waking up after she had hit her head and Malcolm telling her he loved her.
Malcolm�s apology and profession of love made Hoshi�s heart burst with her love for him. He hadn�t meant to leave. He wasn�t just a one-night stand after all.
�Hoshi, are you okay in there?� The concern in Malcolm�s voice was obvious. The love in his voice was obvious too.
After rinsing her face, she opened the door. Shame at her actions toward what she did to Travis reared its ugly head at her. �I-I�m so sorry.�
�For what, luv?� Malcolm resisted the urge to touch her, as he was still uncertain as to how she felt about him.
�Travis�� Hoshi was at a loss for words.
�He�s fine,� Malcolm said, �although he was a bit confused.�
Hoshi smiled. Travis wasn�t the only one who was confused.
Malcolm smiled and stroked her hair hesitantly. �Hoshi, I need to know��
Malcolm was unable to finish his thought as Hoshi pressed her lips onto his. Pulling away slightly, she looked into his eyes. �I love you too.�
All the tension over the last few days drained out of his body as he leaned forward to embrace her. His touch was gentle, almost reverent as he placed kisses over her face.
�Please, Malcolm�� Hoshi pleaded for fulfillment.
In answer, Malcolm started to peel the layers of her outfit off of her body, his hands and mouth bestowing arousal to her various body parts. He left her for one brief second, to turn the shower on and to disrobe.
She stood there shivering with arousal and followed Malcolm into the shower. He positioned her under the warm spray, wetting her hair then shampooing it. The sensation of her scalp being massaged made Hoshi groan out loud. �Hmm, I like that.�
In turn, her hands massaged his chest. Hoshi tilted her head back and closed her eyes as Malcolm tugged her hair a little to rinse the soap out. He was very utilitarian in his motions, avoiding her hands as much as possible yet touching, stroking and cleaning her.
Malcolm turned his back to her to quickly clean himself and calm down. Flashes of their previous encounter in the shower flashed in his mind. He was rock hard yet wanted to take his time with her. The shower was not the first place he wanted to consummate their newfound love. He wanted to take his time and love her for hours.
The water had clicked off as soon as Malcolm had finished washing off. Hoshi pressed her wet body against his back and wrapped her arms around him, splaying her hands over his biceps. One hand traversed its path downward and grasped his erection, stroking it slowly.
�The road to hell is paved with good intentions,� Malcolm thought to himself as he turned around, lifted her in his arms, wrapped her legs around him and thrust into her. He pressed her back up against the slick stall and established a quick definitive rhythm.
�Yes!� Hoshi hissed as she threw her head back and groaned. She was so close to the edge. All of her energy and all the systems in her body were acutely focused on one thing � release. A release that was rooted in the knowledge and feelings her lover relished upon her. She tumbled off of the edge gladly into the arms of her lover, secure in the arms of Malcolm.
He pushed into her faster and met his orgasm head on. �I love you,� he chanted and held on to her burying his face into her shoulder.
The muscles in her arms protested at the slight weight they were holding, so he reluctantly set her down. He heard her whispering her love for him. He looked in her eyes and gasped at what he saw.
He saw his future � the woman he would spend his life with, the companion to his soul.
�Please�� Malcolm was overcome with emotion as he thought back, remembering her amnesia and the sense of losing her.
Hoshi cupped his chin and looked into his eyes, concerning furrowing her brow. �What is it?�
�Please, don�t ever leave me again,� he whispered with unshed moisture in his eyes.
Hoshi took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breast. �You are inside here, Malcolm Reed. My heart is yours forever. I will never leave you.�
Malcolm hugged her tightly, thanking her and declaring his love for her. They would make love several times that night and would wake up in each other�s arms and make love again.
They had found the security in love both craved.
FIN
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