She was with him now, real and warm, not a vision of cool mist. When Hoshi awoke from her slumber, the warmth of her ardor engulfed him. He had been so consumed with reclaiming her and protecting her from the monsters that pursued her, that he had given little thought to the guilt and relief he felt over not taking her innocence. But that was about to change now. A long difficult week of sensing her in his mind, loving him, questioning him, seducing him with her essence, was about to be realized.
All of the well-wishers at their reception had toasted to their happiness. Captain Archer had even arranged for a larger bunk to be installed in Malcolm�s quarters. As Hoshi was officially dead, Malcolm and Hoshi�s marriage was not entered into the logs, nor did any official recording exist of their nuptials. He had to admit that he was somewhat relieved to have a little more room to spread out. Not that he minded spooning next to her, soaking in her scent and being so close to her bum, but he was only a man and did require some amount of sleep. There had been one night were she had actually managed to push him off of the bunk, but he was so tired that he simply slept on the floor.
She giggled, twirling in the center of their quarters, bringing back to the present and his beautiful bride, her modest white dress twirling around her calves. She had long ago taken her shoes off, complaining about the pinching of her toes. She fell to the ground, tipsy from the glass of champagne she had had.
His smiled devastated her as he walked the short distance to her, bending down and picking her up � he too, was tipsy. �I love you,� the whisper escaped through her labored breathing.
He knelt in front of her, his crisp dress uniform bending along his frame. �Luv, we�ve got to get you out of that dress.�
She yanked on the attached lace veil, tossing it haphazardly as she got it free and purred single-mindedly, �I couldn�t agree more. It�s about time we do the horizontal rumba.�
He chuckled, wondering where she had heard such a term.
A fit of giggles erupted from her as she attempted to remove her dress. An old earth song played in her mind and she doubled over laughing at the connotations so she started singing along to the chorus in her mind. �Why don�t we get drunk and screw?�
Malcolm laughed a little harder, and started to undo the zipper at the back of her dress. Hoshi had obviously gotten a hold of Trip�s Jimmy Buffet collection, as she continued to sing the part about a waterbed.
As the expanse of her bare back greeted him as his reward for undoing the zipper, he felt the desire he had held at bay for the last week for her stir. He leaned forward and kissed the breadth of her back along her shoulder blades.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat as his desire flooded her, mingling with hers. She could feel the satin cloth of her dress sliding off her shoulders and down her arms as Malcolm�s hands coaxed it off of her body. The cool air touched her breasts as the bodice released them, and she shuddered, closing her eyes and reaching her arm up and over to touch Malcolm.
Her hands met his hair and ran through the strands as he kissed her shoulder, biting her at times. She could feel the fire burning inside him and she reached out to touch it, not afraid, as she wanted to feel it as well. Her dressed was a satin pool around her waist, pushed there by his exploring hands and her accommodating movements.
She moaned as his hands sighed over the rigid peaks of her nipples, only to splay under the swell of her breasts and onto her ribcage.
He nipped along her neck and moved up to her ear. His breath against the sensitive shell of her ear made her breath catch. She could feel his teeth nibble on her lobe and she held her breath, wanting the exquisite sensation to last forever. Her lungs hurt from holding her breath.
Malcolm skimmed his hands along her ribcage and finally allowed himself to touch her breasts. The weight of the gentle slopes filled his hands and he could sense her holding her breath.
Giving her earlobe one last lick he kissed it and whispered,� breathe.�
He gleaned the callused pad of his thumb over her erect nipple and the breath she had been holding exploded from her body.
She was frustrated, striving for completion. She had nothing to do with her hands and wanted to touch him as he was touching her. She turned her head for his kiss as he kissed his way along her cheek, her hand tugging on his hair roughly.
Their tongues dueled as he rose above her to her side, her twisting in search of him. Their positions changed, him partially in front of her now, her hands finally able to do something.
She started by unbuttoning his stiff collar and working her way down, impatiently working the buttons out of their holes.
He sighed as she freed him of the stiff confines of his tunic, and she sipped at the sigh greedily, pushing her tongue against his in a demanding manner.
Her hands roamed over his t-shirt, familiar with his muscular chest, as they had roamed over him before while he slept. She wanted more, and reached for the buckle of his pants, her hands sliding the fastening apart quickly as though she had completed the task numerous times before.
Their kiss tore apart as Malcolm pulled back and jerked his tunic the rest of the way off and tore at his shirt. He wanted to bury himself inside her. His skin burned and he was driven to seek the cool waters within her for relief. Somehow he managed to kick his boots off, his knees slipping on the satin folds of her dress.
She sat there; reaching for him and the vision of her naked skin against the pale white of her dress aroused him further. �Please�� she moaned, leaning forward and sliding her hands under the elastic of his boxers and grasping his erect manhood on her hands.
Malcolm groaned at the touch, hesitant yet sure. He wrapped her in his arms and crushed her to him, the intensity overwhelming him as he felt her touch his mind as well. Visions of him entering her, her head thrown back while he kissed a path along her neck, flooded the vision in his mind, and he knew he could wait no longer.
He stood, hating to do without the feel of her hands on his cock. He held on to her hands and pulled her to stand in front of him, marveling at the way her body left to pool of satin, to reveal silk panties.
He kicked his pants off and hugged her in his arms. They kissed, and their thoughts merged into one, obsessed with their need for one another. Her need pooled into throbbing desire at the apex of her thighs. And he knew she was ready for him, not by touch but her thoughts in his mind.
He laid her onto the edge of their bed and peeled the panties from her body, down her hips, thighs and legs. She lay there panting, lost in the torrent of emotions that engulfed her. He stepped back and removed his boxers, closing his eyes and breathing.
When he opened them, he was surprised to see her sitting up, reaching for him, looking at him with the darkest of eyes. She touched him, leaning forward and darting her tongue out to taste him.
He did all he could to keep his knees from buckling, wondering where and how�
All thought escaped him as he felt the humid alcove of her mouth swallow him.
The slick heat created a friction that he couldn�t resist. He bucked as he felt her nails dig into his ass and he held onto her shorn locks, tossing his head back and groaning.
The awareness of his pleasure submerged her into his soul, and she actually experienced every lick and stroke of her own tongue.
Emboldened, she increased the tempo and reached one hand around to cup his sacs.
He groaned, burning.
Hoshi massaged the tender skin of his sacs and continued laving his erection with her tongue, swirling the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of it then flicking the very tip.
Halfheartedly, Malcolm tugged on her hair, trying to get her to stop. �Hoshi�God�Luv�Please stop! I can�t��
His protests stopped as his virgin wife took his swollen sex into her hand and mouth and urged him to completion. She acquisitively tasted him as he met his release, the taste of his essence unimportant as she met her orgasm through his.
She shuddered before him, somehow able to continue pleasuring him.
He jerked away from her, stumbling backwards and they both surfaced as if they had been held under water. His eyes misted with disbelief and elation. He had never experienced an orgasm that intense.
She mewed, grinning like a cat and leaned back onto her elbows, reveling in the aftermath of their release.
He couldn�t help but grin back, counting himself lucky that she was uninhibited.
Gently, he pushed on her shoulders, shoving her onto her back. �Two can play at that game, luv,� her murmured, kneeling in front on her and opening her thighs before him like a banquet.
His intentions were clear and visions of what he was going to do swarmed over her making her quiver in response. A moan escaped her lips as his fingers spread her nether lips, seeking her moist heat. Instead of shying away as he tasted her, she grasped his head, keening as his tongue circled her clitoris and his fingers, slick with her moisture, ran up and down her vulva.
He didn�t need her verbal cues to know she was close to the edge. He could feel her orgasm closing in on her, causing him to strain toward another one himself.
As she came, trying to twist away from his pleasuring efforts, but he held onto her, determined to taste her further.
He could sense her orgasm as it washed over him like a heat wave. It was at that time he thrust his fingers deeply into her, claiming her innocence.
The flash of pain was minimal as the intensity of her release washed over her, and was soon forgotten.
Hoshi could feel him, unfulfilled, even as she trembled.
Malcolm stood and hovered between her legs, unmoving as he considered the intensity of their love play and whether or not he should let her rest. At that thought, Hoshi bolted upright, and pulled him willingly onto the bed below.
In one swift movement, he was on his back as she straddled him. Leaning forward, she nipped at his lips and inhaled the scent on his breath. He whispered words of love and she consumed them as her lips melded with his.
She raised her hips, adjusting her angle. As she sank down, she sheathed him, both of them moaning at the tight fit and both of them in awe over the ease in which they complete one another.
�My only need. How have I lived without you? I exist for you, now.� It was unknown who spoke the words, as their bodies merged along with their thoughts and souls.
Hoshi rocked back and forth, bracing herself on his chest, establishing a slow and steady rhythm. He grasped her breasts, massaging them softly, rolling and pulling the dusky rose of her nipples.
Desire warred within them, enhancing the love they felt for one another. Not content with just touching her breasts, he sat up to taste them.
They held on to one another, him thrusting into her, and her grinding down onto him. Every fiber of their being connected in the most fundamental way, as the deafening wave of no thought, mingled with only feeling, washed over them. He arched into her, pouring his seed and his soul into her. In response, she caressed him, clenching herself around him, connected to his orgasm and experiencing her own. Oblivion claimed her as she felt her own physical release and the mental one of his.
***
Hoshi rolled over, her muscles protesting, most of them not yet recovering from the liquid-pool-like state they had achieved during her first night with her husband. An ominous gloom settled over her as she closed her eyes. The soft breathing of Malcolm settled her as she slipped into sleep and dreamt.
The dream was inconsequential, with exception to four shadowy figures in the background. Of those figures, one seethed anger and hatred and directed it toward her. But, the ill wishes were little concern to her as she held the baby she was dreaming about in her arms � hers and Malcolm�s child.
FIN
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