"Too salty," he admonished and continued to peruse his dataPADD.

When Hoshi pushed the subject with Malcolm, he went off with the security protocols, stating distractedly that it was "just him."

"Malcolm has to like it! It's my family's recipe. Damn security protocols! I have to find a way to get him here to taste my adjustments," muttered Hoshi as she stirred the next batch.

"That's it!" Pointing her finger into the air like a mad scientist, she took some spices, mixed them together and sprinkled them behind one of Chef's pantries. "Nothing like an unknown and possibly dangerous substance to bring him running," she grinned to herself as she opened her communicator.

"Ensign Sato to Lt. Reed," she stated, still stirring the udon.

"Reed here," answered Malcolm irritably. "Yes, Ensign?"

"Sir, I've found something in the galley behind one of Chef's pantries. It's a powder of some sort and looks like it has affected the deck plating. Perhaps the Suliban left it behind during the occupation," said Hoshi, pleased that she managed to report that elaborate lie all in one breath.

"I'm on my way." The reply came.

As usual, Malcolm left her quarters early in the morning. He was still uncomfortable with overnight stays and the potential for gossip. Even knowing that Trip and Captain Archer knew about them didn't help him feel more comfortable about staying overnight.

Waking up alone in the morning was depressing, so she headed for the shower intent on relief and cleanliness. She turned the shower on and started looking at her reflection in the mirror, waiting for the hot water to cycle through the pipes. She ran a hand over the flat plane of her stomach, letting her imagination roam, and for one glimmering second thought about a child. Rationality quickly asserted itself and she giggled at the errant thought. She continued to palm the contours of her body, resting slightly on her breasts.

The night before, Malcolm had paid particular attention to them, as though he were obsessed with them. Not that she was complaining, but her nipples were actually a little sore today. She tweaked one, rolling and pinching it, thinking of him. The pain and pleasure that shivered through her body caused her to gasp. She had lost sight of herself as the steam from the shower had fogged the mirror, so she stepped into the stall and let the water soothe her.

She closed her eyes and let the spray hit her face. As the water beat down, she could hear the door to her quarters open, and knew instinctively that it was Malcolm. Even though they were intimate, they still had not exchanged codes to each other's quarters. His unofficial use of the security code to enter sent a thrill of excitement down her spine. She puzzled at his arrival. "Did you forget something?" she shouted over the spray.

She jumped when she felt his hands clasp her around her waist and his erection press against her buttocks. "You," he whispered and moved her wet hair to one side, biting at her neck.

Hoshi grinned and purred, "Yummy, shower sex. I was just thinking of you. Now I don't have to do this by myself." She reached back and patted his ass.

Malcolm smiled and withdrew from her, standing in the corner of the stall. "Show me what you would be doing right now, if I weren't here," he spoke with a husky quality to his voice.

She blushed furiously, yet set out to show him. Grabbing the showerhead by the handle she lifted it from its cradle, raising one of her legs slightly and placing her foot on a bottom ledge. Slipping one of her hands between her legs and parting her folds, she placed the pulsating spray of water onto her clitoris. She moaned and closed her eyes at the feel of it.

Her dark eyes opened to see him watching her, casually stroking the evidence of his arousal. "What do you think about, when you masturbate?" Malcolm asked, his voice thick with his accent.

Hoshi moaned and undulated her hips in a mocking motion. "I think of you." Hoshi gave him a common answer, hoping it would assuage his curiosity.

He stepped close to her in the shower, but stopped from touching her. "I want to know every tiny detail you think of, luv," he hummed into her ear.

Hoshi jerked at the sound, knowing he had won this battle between wills. She closed her eyes. The water pulsated along her swollen clitoris and labia, mimicking the caress of a lover's tongue. "Right now," she gasped as the mental image played in her mind. "You're going down on me."

"Details, Hoshi. I want details," Malcolm rasped as he gave in and touched her, wrapping his arms around her and sucking on her delicate shoulder blade.

"You're sucking and licking my clit. I'm on my back, your face buried in my pussy and your fingers pumping in and out of me. I like that. The noises, the popping and slurping drive me crazy." Hoshi threw her head back and met her first orgasm head on as the water brought her pleasure.

She moved to remove the stream but Malcolm stopped her. "I want more," he stated menacingly.

Hoshi adjusted the spray of water hitting the apex of her thighs and sighed. She felt his cock on her ass and his hands pinching her tits. "Rough! I want you out of control and rough, taking what you want when you want it and however you want it, stripping me, bending me over and fucking me like a slut, maybe slapping my ass a little."

"Mmm, the naughty girl scenario," Malcolm continued to thrust up against her ass and stroke himself.

She shivered at his tone, as another wave of ecstasy rolled through her body.

Her legs like jelly, she placed the showerhead back into its cradle, grabbed the bar of soap, lathering her hands. She turned around, grasped his erection and started to gently stroke it. "Tit for tat, Malcolm. What do you think about when you masturbate?"

"You. On top, riding me. Beneath me, writhing, as I fuck you. When I'm inside you, the way you clamp down on me when I rub your clit. The way your eyes slam shut as you come. The way you look at me when you suck me off," he moaned as she increased the tempo, stroking the line of his cock.

"Like this?" she smiled demurely and lowered herself to her knees, taking his rigid member into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. She looked up at him as he looked down at her and batted her lashes at him.

He laughed and moaned in the same breath as she deep throated him. He felt the nails of one hand grab his ass while the other cupped his sacks. She had him, girth and length, entirely in her mouth. "Yes," he hissed and clasped her head.

She needed little incentive as she started bobbing her head up and down his cock, occasionally stopping to lick the tip and blow on it.

Malcolm's words were incoherent as he pushed his hips into her mouth. She could feel his orgasm as she fingered his testicles. He looked down, pulling her head back for her to look up at him. She continued to lick the tip as her hands pumped his length.

Malcolm came, Hoshi licking at the thick spray as it exited his body. He shuddered as she licked come off of her lips. She was still looking up at him, her eyes black with excitement.

Hoshi was fuming that it had taken him so long to get to her. She stood there with her uniform opened to her waist, Henley unbuttoned and her skivvies showing. She was burning up. "It's over there," she grumbled as she slung a ladle full of udon in the direction of her trap, not really caring about it any longer. Some of the liquid hit Malcolm's boots before he could step out of the way.

He glared at her then peeked behind the pantry, waving the PADD in front of it for readings and huffed, "These are nothing more than common household spices."

Hoshi held a spoon full of udon up to his lips as he glared at the PADD and he moved his head away. "You! You put them there to lure me down here." He dodged his head from side to side like a fussy eater. "Your ridiculous obsession with your cooking! I have more important things to do than to taste test for you, Ensign!"

It was like an out of body experience as she watched her hand fling the udon at Malcolm, saturating the front of his uniform. There was absolutely no humor in the situation. She was pissed and by the way he was looking at her, so was he.

Without saying a word, Malcolm walked past her to the refrigeration unit and started digging around. His reward was a nice cold squeezable bottle of syrup. He palmed it, flipped it over and held it over her head in a threatening manner.

"You wouldn't dare!" Hoshi barely got the words out before she felt the cool glob in her hair. She huffed and pushed Malcolm out of the way on her way to look for something to cream him with. She shouted a triumphant 'Ah ha' as she produced a white frothy meringue.

As she turned around with her weapon in hand, Malcolm pegged her with some lettuce leaves and sliced tomatoes she had left of the cutting board. Hoshi approached him with meringue in hand. He backed away from her, holding the bottle of syrup as though it would be an effective weapon in warding her off.

He saw no color in her eyes and knew she was pissed, so he lowered the bottle and prepared for his punishment. He closed his eyes as Hoshi raised the frothy concoction over his head and flipped it over. It hit his head with a flop, not really giving her the desired affect. He could tell because she huffed and frowned, placing her hands on the top of his head and rubbing the stickiness into his hair.

"There," she purred, "I feel much better now." She licked some meringue off of her fingers and sneered at him.

Malcolm brushed by her and whispered into her ear. "It's time for your galley dream with a few modifications." He locked the door to the galley and grabbed her by the wrist.

The feral look in his eyes was dangerous. She felt like she should run away from her, but the excitement captivated her. He lifted her onto cool metallic surface of the table, reached over to the cutting board and grabbed a knife. With it, he sliced through her tank top and bared her breasts. He didn't stop there.

He could hear the udon boiling on the stove. It was as though it was mocking him and his rising temper. He stabbed the knife into the cutting block and lifted Hoshi's hips, tearing her uniform off of her lithe form. When complete, he picked the knife up and gently inserted it between her panties and her waist. With a vicious jerk, he ripped the material, baring her heat for his enjoyment.

He grabbed her under her thighs, parting them swiftly, raising her spread cunt in front of him. "Now, this I don't mind taste testing," he growled as he spread her folds and bit down on her clit, earning a whimper from her.

She pushed her slick heat into his face, pleading with him unabashedly, "Please, ahhh, yes, that's it! Fingers! I want fingers inside me when you lick my cunt!" She slapped him upside his head to get her point across.

Malcolm answered by pulling away slightly and biting down hard on her inner thigh and pushing three fingers into her core.

"Ouch! You bastard! That hurt!" she clamped of her heels onto his back in an effort to kick him, but calmed down as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and lapped at her clitoris.

He knew the spot all too well and pushed his middle finger as far as he could into her depths, stroking it firmly, while sucking, biting and licking the swollen nub.

She made no sound yet arched her back into a perfect bow off of the table as she came. The only sound she was capable of making was a little squeak.

He didn't let her rest. Flipping her over like a cook making flapjacks, he dragged her across the table, pulling her legs so that she could touch the floor. He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, and gave one side a noticeable slap.

He held on to her as she tried to move away. "Now that you got me down here, naughty scut, you are going to have to deal with the consequences," he nipped at her back and pulled at his uniform.

"Don't move," he instructed and gave her derri�re another slap.

"Hurry up," she pouted, " I have to get back to the udon.� The sensation of having a gooey liquid poured along her backside startled her and she looked back as he poured a generous amount of honey on her.

"For pity's sake, Malcolm," she murmured. "I don't have time for this. I have people to feed and the recipe for the udon still isn't right."

The complaint earned another smack, the sting making her cringe, making her shimmer with anticipation. "That's just tough, Ensign. It's time you were taught a valuable lesson." He looked at the honey along her back and ass and bent forward for a taste.

Hoshi continued to wiggle with impatience, so he bit her on her waist, earning another yelp and curse from his lover. "Dammit, Malcolm! That hurt!"

She tried to twist away from her but he held her down. He licked at the honey on her ass and nipped there, growing impatient with her struggles. Standing up and positioning his length at her entrance, he pushed into the dampness and gave her another smack on her reddened ass cheeks.

"Is this what you wanted all along? A good fuck! You like it when I stuff my cock into your cunt, luv?" He pushed it in to the hilt and gave her another smack for emphasis.

"Yes," she hissed and leaned into his thrusts. "Faster."

"Faster, what?" he menaced and pumped into her.

"Fuck me faster," she said as calmly as she could, enjoying the sound of their bodies slapping together.

Malcolm stopped, his cock deep inside her. "Say please," he growled into her ear.

"Please," she replied. "With whip cream and a cherry on top." She wiggled back onto him as he started to pound relentlessly into her.

"Later," he groaned as he spewed inside her, filling her with what she wanted, her walls tightening around him and milking every last drop from him.

He slipped out of her and pulled his uniform back on hastily. He had to get back to the Reed Alert. Hoshi rose up on her elbows and looked at him. No words were spoken.

Malcolm zipped his uniform with a tug, intent on stopping by his quarters for a quick shower and change. Walking by the boiling pot of udon, he picked up the ladle and sipped at it, making a face.

"It's still too salty," he stated over his shoulder as he walked out.

Hoshi screamed and threw a tomato at the door.

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