Phlox continued to take readings, concern marring his features.
She couldn’t hear him as he turned to Captain Archer.
“Her dopamine, endorphin and hormonal levels are dangerously high. Her temperature is one hundred two point three and rising. If it gets much higher, she will suffer brain damage. I have isolated the pathogen and am attempting to concoct an antidote.”
Captain Archer looked into the window, seeing Hoshi trying to pick the lock. Frustrated, she banged on it.
“Let me out!” she shouted. “You have no right to keep me in here.” She ran her hand over her stomach as though something were on it, raising her top to reveal the under swell of her breast.
“She’s very excitable and easily irritable,” Phlox commented.
“No kidding,” Trip stated sarcastically.
“How long until you find an antidote doctor?” Malcolm chimed in, his arms characteristically crossed over his chest.
“I’m not sure, Lieutenant Reed. It is not an exact science. I will monitor the Ensign while I look for the antidote. The more you hover and ask questions the less progress is made,” stated Phlox as he tinkered with a test tube.
“Let us know if there is anything we can do,” Jon said over his shoulder as he left, coaxing his junior officers along with him, Malcolm protesting the entire way.
Hoshi screamed after them. “Don’t leave! Don’t leave! I need you!” She clawed at her arms and started pacing, glaring at the window with lust in her eyes. She wanted. She craved. She needed – someone.
Hoshi walked up to the window, her demeanor greatly changed. “Has a Denobulan and Human ever had intercourse before, Doctor?”
“Not to my knowledge.” Phlox paused and looked at the sweat-slicked woman. “Why do you ask?”
“We could have intercourse, in the name of science of course. You could even record the event!” Her eyes glistened with lust and she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs thinking of the exotic and camera. “There is no possible way he would turn me down.”
“That’s very generous of you Ensign, but you are ill. You really should lay down,” Phlox stated without so much as a glance at her.
Realizing she would be unable to find somebody to scratch her itch, she formulated a new plan. She dropped to the floor and started jerking her body around, trying her best to imitate a seizure.
She could hear the door to decon open and the heavy foot falls of Dr. Phlox. She continued panting and waited until he was closer. When she was able to hear the whirring of Phlox’s medical device in her ear, she jabbed her elbow into his gut, knocking him off balance and bolted out the door and down the corridor.
The blood pumped in her ears as her feet carried her to no particular destination. She had to find him…had to find him. He could help her. He would help her. He would give her everything she asked for and more.
She jabbed at the button for the lift but got no response. There was nobody here. Anybody would do. All she wanted was to ease the ache. She had tried pleasuring herself, but found it impossible to orgasm. She had to find release. She could feel her blood boiling her alive. All she needed was the release. She would be fine.
“Ensign.”
Relief flooded Hoshi as she spun around to find a potential lover. She licked her lips as though she were ravenously thirsty and sighed Malcolm’s name.
“Malcolm, please help me,” she purred as she rubbed up against him. “I need you.”
“Ensign, we need to get you back to sickbay,” he answered in a staunch tone, trying to push her away.
“I can’t go back there,” she whimpered, hoping to elicit sympathy.
“Why not?” he asked, baffled at her actions. She was clawing at his body through the suit, trying to climb inside it.
Hoshi licked his faceplate. “Because he won’t give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” he asked huskily.
“You inside me,” she announced with a huff of breath, fogging up his helmet. Her fingers clutched at the latch on his helmet, trying to unlock it.
Realizing this, Malcolm shoved her away. “It’s time to get back to sickbay… now!” He pulled his phase pistol, not really certain what he was doing.
Rage ensnared her – rage that he wasn’t giving her what she wanted – and she lunged at him.
It was like a nightmare – the beam of light leaving the phase pistol and striking her in the chest and her falling to the floor like a rag doll.
He stumbled next to her, pressing his fingers into her neck for her pulse. His helmet fogged as he released the breath he had been holding. He activated communications in his helmet. “I’ve got Hoshi. I need a backboard to transport her. She took a pretty hefty fall.”
***
“Curious,” Phlox interjected. “While Hoshi was in contact with ‘what she wanted’ her temperature decreased by two degrees, but now it is back up. I wonder if ‘contact’ is the cure. Certainly it couldn’t be that easy.”
“What are you suggesting, Doc?” Trip asked.
Malcolm leaned in too, shifting uncomfortably.
Jon stood silent as he registered the situation.
“I’m suggesting that one of you suit up and … comfort Ensign Sato…keeping in mind that she is not herself and may say or do things that are inappropriate. Perhaps it would buy us enough time for the antidote to be found.” Phlox left the three men alone to proceed with the discovery of the antidote.
“I’ll do it,” all three volunteered at the same time.
***
He stepped into decon and reactivated the theta radiation, which gave off the luminous blue, touching Hoshi’s still form. Malcolm couldn’t help but scoff at the ‘sacrifice’ he had made. Captain Archer and Jon had convincing arguments as to why they should be there, but his won over both theirs. A simple whispered, “I care for her,” had Trip stating that they all cared for her, but Captain Archer had shushed the engineer and asked Malcolm if he was sure. Malcolm nodded his head and didn’t look back as he strode into the locker room to put the EV suit back on.
He felt no embarrassment over his admission, nor any guilt or regret. He just hoped that Phlox was able to come up with an antidote fast enough to save her.
Malcolm sat down next to her on the bench, perching awkwardly on the edge, twisting his body so he could touch her. After all, Dr. Phlox suggesting touching her to help calm the fever.
Hoshi stirred, sitting up and rubbing herself against Malcolm. “I knew you would change your mind.”
“It’s working, Lieutenant. Her temperature has decreased by two degrees,” Phlox’s disembodied voice announced.
Hoshi jumped up, startling Malcolm, pushed him backwards and straddled his hips, grinding her feminine heat onto him. She rubbed and licked at his helmet, complaining about the super condom effect and how it just wouldn’t do for what she had in mind.
Malcolm held on to the clamp that held his visor in place. Her fingers tried to pry his loose so that she could expose him.
Realizing she would be unable to coax his fingers away from the latch, she rocked her hips back and forth on the growing hardness she felt beneath her. “I want it. I want it. I’m wet and tight. Wouldn’t you just die to slip inside me?” she murmured and gyrated her hips on top of him, kissing and licking the helmet, which still stood in her way.
His fingers held on to the latch with a death grip; his eyes slammed shut.
“Lieutenant, her temperature is spiking again. Are you still touching her?” Phlox asked, as he was unable to see inside. It was decided that privacy was needed and the window to decon had been sealed shut.
“Bloody hell! Yes!” Malcolm strained, not mentioned that he was about to come in his infernal EV suit. He heard a small lick and a loud hiss as Hoshi unhooked the air hose to the back of the helmet effectively exposing him to the pathogen.
“Bloody freaking hell!” he yelled.
“Oops!” Hoshi smiled demurely bypassing his fingers off of the front latch and victoriously lifting the faceplate as his fingers grasped for the air hose in back.
“Is something the matter, Lieutenant?”
“I’ve been exposed.” Malcolm uttered those three words like it was a death sentence.
“I see,” was Phlox’s only response.
Hoshi went to work removing the various latches and hooks around his chest plate while Malcolm lifted the helmet off of his head. “That was a very naughty thing to do, Ensign.”
“I always figured you would like a naughty girl, Lieutenant,” she taunted lifting the bulky backpack and chest plate.
Malcolm remained silent as the grave trying not to speak or move. He didn’t want to encourage her further, even though his libido was jumping to accommodate her requests. As long as he could keep the rest of the suit on, he should be okay and Hoshi’s honor would remain intact.
“Ok, Malcolm, think of something other than the exquisite woman straddling you. Phase cannons! Nope! Not going to work because my phase cannon is rearing to go.”
He could feel Hoshi’s fingers at the zippers of the flex part of his EV suit. For some odd reason he felt that he would remain safe if he could keep it on, but she definitely had other plans.
“Ok Malcolm, think sports! Sports are boring! I don’t like sports. Baseball, basketball football…” Not a good idea. The bat in baseball mocked his current state. He was hard and needed release. Basketball and football mocked him. Both of those sports required filling receptacles, and the thought of filling Hoshi was an image that would be forever burned in his brain.
His bulky gloved hands were little match for her nimble fingers and he could hear the zip of the zipper. “Ensign, you have got to stop this at once,” he protested, feeling the protective layer peel away from his arms.
“I know you want me, Malcolm,” she purred and kissed near his lips. Malcolm turned his head from side to side in an attempt to avoid her lips.
Frustrated with the fact that he wasn’t completely naked and writhing inside her, she stood up with a huff and stripped her tank top off
“Keep up whatever you are doing Lieutenant, her temperature has dropped to 104.6F,” Phlox stated. Malcolm could hear him tinkering with his test tubes and beakers over the comm line.
Malcolm took his gloves off in an effort to zip the EV suit back up relieved that he was able to sit up unencumbered by the backpack.
Hoshi kneeled behind him and startled nibbling and licking the back on his neck, running her hands into the loose suit and over his regulation blues. “Come on Malcolm! Play nice! I’ve wanted you for a long time now. You seem like the kind of guy who can make a girl scream. I want to scream!” She spoke low, just above a whisper into the shell of his ear – the one with the earpiece still in it.
He shuddered as her tongue licked the curve of his ear and gasped when she bit down on the lobe. Her hands had worked their way under his blues and her nails were raking across his chest. He was hard, getting harder and getting hot. Whether it is Hoshi’s seduction or the pathogen, he didn’t know. He was beyond caring and relaxed into her back.
Hoshi could sense his capitulation and started to push the EV suit off with a vengeance. Malcolm even assisted by toeing off his boots and lifting his hips. When she was finish, he was left sitting there in his skivvies, his eyes smoldering.
“She’s down to 103 degrees F,” sounded in Malcolm’s earpiece. He tore it from his ear.
Hoshi was standing in front of him, her hair falling over her breasts, her breasts peaking through the dark curtains. She shimmied out of her underwear, revealing moist, damp curls.
Back in the recesses of his mind, he knew when he volunteered to come in here he was a goner. To him, she was unobtainable, not because she was below him in rank, but because she was above him on a pedestal.
He gasped as she raked her nails underneath the waistband of his skivvies. She tugged on them, removing them, licking a path along his stomach up to his chest. Finally she reached her goal, thrusting her tongue past his lips and drinking the low growl that came from the back of his throat.
His hands clasped around her waist, bringing him flush with his body. He thrust his tongue against hers, grinding his lips against hers.
She moved to impale herself on him, but was surprised when she felt her world tilt.
He drank the gasped “O” sound she made as he laid her on her back, strategically placing himself between her open legs.
Breaking the kiss he nipped along her jaw line and down to her neck.
Hoshi whimpered and thrust her hips upwards, striving toward completion.
“Tsk tsk, Hoshi. Naughty girl! Patience,” he growled, pinning her down with his legs and arms yet kissing a path along her delicate collarbone. He ignored his screaming need. He finally took a rigid peak between two fingers and rolled it.
Hoshi keened, trying to claw at him for completion.
She shuddered when he laved at one of her nipples and moaned when he took that nipple into the depths of his mouth. He released both of her arms from his one-handed prison so that he could grasp her other breast. She answered by clawing his back and bucking her hips.
The mixture of the pain with the pleasure she brought him pushed him over the edge. The push inside her tight sheath was exquisite, both lovers crying out at the same time.
Malcolm poised over her, not daring to move. She fit him like it was meant to be, like a puzzle piece that fit, matching form and function.
Hoshi writhed under him, clawing at his chest. “Yes,” she hissed, “Fast. I want it fast.”
Lost to her request Malcolm withdrew and plunged into her and established the rhythm she wanted. She locked her legs around him, head thrown back, no sound coming from her open mouth.
She stood on the precipice, the wind swirling around her, pushing her to jump, promising to catch her before she met her fate of the jagged rocks below. She took the step.
She clawed at his back, her muscles clamping around his engorged flesh, milking it. Hoshi was incoherent, mumbling in a foreign language. He threw his head back, arching into her one last time, spilling into her welcome heat.
With his last ounce of strength, he withdrew from her and rolled to his side. Her eyes were closed and her breathing shallow. He grinned as a slight snore escaped her lips. The comm light on the wall blinked and he walked over to answer it, stepping into his briefs.
“Reed here,” praying there were no hidden cameras anywhere and that the window had remained in place for Hoshi’s sake.
“Is everything okay in there, Lieutenant? We became quite concerned when you didn’t respond.” Phlox’s concerned voice filled decon.
Malcolm looked around the room for his t-shirt. “Yes, yes. Everything is fine. Ensign Sato is resting now, how is…”
“Her temperature is back to normal. It seems that the infection ran its course. How are you feeling?” Phlox asked, not really able to determine Malcolm’s bio readings.
Malcolm covered Hoshi’s glistening body with a blanket and went to the window, opening it, so the doctor could scan him for the pathogen.
Phlox knew very well what had occurred behind the window but didn’t let on, noting in his scans that Lt. Reed’s testosterone and endorphin levels were a bit elevated but well on their way down. Most importantly he scanned negative for the pathogen.
“You’re free to go, Lt. Reed.”
Malcolm looked at the Denobulan but didn’t move. “If you don’t mind Doctor, I prefer to stay.”
“Are you sure that is wise, especially after what transpired between the two of you,” Phlox puzzled.
“I’ve made mistakes like that in my past, Doctor. I’m not about to let that kind of history repeat with Hoshi,” he stated as he sat down next to her and stroked her hair.
“Very well then. I will leave you two alone.” Phlox closed the window and reactivated the theta radiation.
FIN
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