Chapter Two
Malcolm was careful not to think of anything other than the tasks at hand. He was uneasy being alone with Hoshi due to his growing attraction for her. Before they had met, he had very rarely remembered his dreams, perhaps because they hadn’t ever included Hoshi. Ever since they had met, however, remembering his dreams was not a problem.
Hoshi felt Malcolm’s unease, but was unaware as to the cause. All she could feel was her growing awareness of his maleness. During the hike, she suddenly became very aware of her backside. She had never thought of it as one of her more attractive attributes, but now she started considering the arousing possibilities of her “bum”. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, imagining hands molding her cheeks in a passionate embrace.
He didn’t know where his mind was during the five-mile hike, which may be why he suddenly found himself walking straight into the object of his thoughts. He caught her before she fell forward, grasping her around her midriff. Muttering a swift apology, he straightened himself quickly, pulling away from the object of his desire. “Bloody hell!” he thought. “I am not going to get any sleep tonight.” The tantalizing brush against her sent his mind into overdrive.
Hoshi felt heat flood through her, whether from embarrassment or something else she did not know. She continued walking ahead, taking periodic scans of her surroundings which included trees that measured stories in height, thinking of the man behind her. She never let herself dwell on her attraction to Malcolm; their friendship, if you could call it that, was too dear to her. Friendship, hell! She just knew she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.
Malcolm and Hoshi settled in for the night, their fire providing a luminous setting for their camp. They ate their evening meal in relative silence, trying to create some semblance of small talk.
“Did you manage to get a day off to relax planet side?” Hoshi asked quickly, spooning some pudding into her mouth.
Malcolm stared at her, dumbstruck as to what she had just said, watching the play of her lips curving around the spoon.
“Malcolm?”
Shaking his head from his daze, he answered, “Um, no, I didn’t. I didn’t really put my hat into the ring for the drawing. I prefer cosmopolitan settings.”
“Oh,” Hoshi continued to eat her pudding, savoring each morsel.
“Did you enjoy your time off yesterday,” Malcolm attempted, “aside from the tornado?”
“Yes, I did. I enjoyed myself immensely, although I am a little sore from being unceremoniously dropped on my backside.” Hoshi looked into his eyes while taking a slow bite of her pudding, running the spoon over her lips.
Malcolm stood up quickly with his back to her, and made a stumbling effort to put the remnants of his evening meal into the recycle bin. “I think I’ll sleep out here tonight. It is a really lovely night out. And it should provide you with some privacy,” he stuttered quickly. He went into the tent and grabbed his gear.
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Malcolm, but what if it rains?” Hoshi tried keeping the tone of disappointment from her voice.
I guess I’ll just have to get wet, Malcolm really wanted to say. “Then I’ll crash in the tent, if you don’t mind.”
“Dry. Wet. It makes no difference to me,” Hoshi shrugged, getting up to take care of the leftovers from her meal, and heading toward the tent with a sway to her hips.
“Goodnight, Hoshi,” Malcolm watched the sway of her hips and back as she entered the tent.
“Night,” Hoshi replied, closing the flap.
Their mouths met, tongues dancing as their passion for one another overwhelmed them. Malcolm paused, doing battle with his conscience.
“Malcolm, please don’t deny me. Without you, I don’t exist,” Hoshi kissed his cheek, sensing his withdrawal.
He continued to do battle with his conscience and sense of duty even as his hands roamed the surface of her body. “Hoshi,” he breathed into her mouth as they embraced, moving toward his bunk.
Gently laying her down on his bunk, he kissed a path down her neck, earning appreciative groans and gasps. His hands were massaging her breasts, tweaking her rigid nipples. He felt her hands in his hair.
He licked and kissed a course lower as his mouth replaced his hands, exploring her intimately. As his fingers slid into her, he found her tight and moist.
“Malcolm,” she writhed her femininity onto his fingers, “please make love to me.”
“Of course, Hoshi, my love,” he acquiesced, kneeling in front of her like a worshipper praying at a temple.
He bit and kissed his way up her thigh to her mound, breathing in the scent that was uniquely hers.
She exhaled as his fingers stroked her folds and his tongue found her clit. After several minutes of his ministrations, she arched her body and found her release, chanting his name like a mantra.
He stood up, divested himself of his clothing, and then kneeled between her thighs in anticipation, only to be pushed onto his back. He gasped in awe as Hoshi took his engorged erection into her hand and impaled herself on it. She was tight and sleek, providing the warmth of the sun.
She rocked her hips back and forth, giving Malcolm the ecstasy he craved. He called her name over and over, grabbing her hips to increase the tempo. He could feel his orgasm close at hand. His hips thrust up to hers. He could feel and hear her obtain her orgasm, which threw him over the edge, his seed filling her, being milked by the tight walls around him. He continued to whisper her name as they climbed down from the heights of ecstasy.
He woke with a shock and gasped, which allowed Hoshi to thrust her tongue inside his mouth. He groaned then realized this was no dream. He gently pushed her away. “Hoshi?”
Frustrated at being pushed away, she moved toward him with intent. “Malcolm, I have been awake for some time now. Don’t ask me how or why, but I saw your dream.”
His professional demeanor in place, he cleared his throat. “What are you talking about, Hoshi?”
“Malcolm, please don’t deny me. Without you, I don’t exist,” she quoted from his dream and saw his intake of breath. She reached out to touch him, but he startled back.
“How…” he shook his head from side to side, trying to shake the effects of sleep off.
“I don’t know how, Malcolm,” she explained, “Ever since yesterday, I have been having strange thoughts of you, like I could sense your moods and thoughts.”
“Hoshi,” he sat up putting his hands up to stop her. “I don’t know what dream you are referring to,” he said, playing dumb. “Perhaps you were dreaming.”
“I assure you, I have not been dreaming Malcolm,” she growled, her frustration growing. She had felt his dream to the very depths of her soul. To be denied now was unacceptable.
Seeing her discomfort growing, Malcolm stated in a neutral tone, “Hoshi, perhaps we should go back to sleep. We do have a long day ahead of us.”
Hoshi stood up, agitated at his behavior, and walked over to the gear. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. She picked up a phase pistol, checking the setting. Her hand shook as she aimed it at Malcolm. “I will have you. Please forgive me.” She fired, hitting him in the abdomen.
TBC
Night descended on the standard-issue Starfleet pup tent, signaling the end to a full day. Malcolm and Hoshi’s day had started out at 0800 with a five-mile walk due west of the base camp on the plateau. They had been sent to explore the jungle area and to document the flora and geological surroundings. Each experiment and scan was completed with the utmost professionalism, as though Hoshi and Malcolm had just met, neither one knowing what to make of the other.
He opened the door to his quarters to find Hoshi leaning against the frame completely naked, her silken hair flowing over her shoulders onto her breasts like a lovers’ embrace. She moved toward him, reaching out to him. He opened his arms in welcome.
“Malcolm?” Hoshi whispered to him, disbelieving of what she had just seen. His thrashing about and moans had woken her only for her to be witness to his dream. She could feel heat pooling in her loins as the erotic images played out, broadcast as though on a monitor. The ebb and flow of his desire overwhelmed her. She had to have him. She had to feel him inside her. It was now an obsession. She leaned over his still sleeping form and kissed him, her tongue tracing the masculine outlines of his lips.
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