Malcolm poured the scented oil into the rising steam and sighed. It had taken him longer than he expected, but Hoshi’s dream would become reality tonight. He took a look at the monstrosity in his quarters and couldn’t help but think ahead to tonight’s activities.
He crushed the petals of an alien flower in his hand and tossed them into the steam. They weren’t rose petals but they smelled similar. Being a senior officer certainly had its advantages, as he had been able to arrange for this evening without much fuss and with little questions. He knew Trip didn’t buy his reason for requesting a storage locker and sealant, but Malcolm stood firm in his explanation that he needed it for testing explosives. Chef was all too happy to give him the flowers, stating they were only good for decorative purposes since the fruit had been harvested.
The only trick was getting the oil. He couldn’t very well order some from the quartermaster. Besides, he doubted they had the scent she wrote of anyway – her scent – lavender with rose hips. He knew the scent so well. It was the scent that had haunted his dreams – still haunted his dreams.
Malcolm glanced at the time. She would be here any minute. He had left an encrypted message on her console – My quarters. 1900 hours. Come dirty.
The day before, he had left her in the locker room. Since then he had spent all of his off duty time getting tonight ready. Hoshi would have a luxurious bubble bath as her lover watched.
The effort he put into tonight would be worth its weight in gold. Being a simple man, he had never put much effort into courting a woman. He still expected to wake up and find the last two nights were all a dream. In fact, when he actually had the time to sleep he would wake in a sweat calling for her. He didn’t understand this restlessness. She possessed every moment of his thoughts asleep and awake. He barely ate and when he did eat, everything tasted like cardboard. He wanted to, well, he wanted to be seen with her. He wanted everybody to know she was his. He wanted to love her.
He didn’t know when, where or how it happened, but he had fallen in love with Hoshi Sato. The drop in his gut when she started talking about having enchiladas and a hot plate in her quarters so long ago – That was when he had fallen for her.
Now what did he do? How did she feel? Should he tell her he loved her? Every time the words crossed his lips, the ‘love’ of his life would lose interest and they would start to grow apart. It was like the kiss of death to all of his previous relationships. He shuddered to think of their relationship ending and decided not to tell her how he felt. For now, he would take what she had to offer and give her as much as he could. It would be best in the long run and not as humiliating when she left.
He didn’t realize his nervousness until the buzzer sounded her arrival. He took one last look at the ‘bath tub’ in the middle of his cabin and said a silent prayer. The ‘locker’ was half way full and ready for its mistress’ bath. Malcolm dimmed the lights so she couldn’t see when she stepped in, opened the door and pulled her into a searing kiss.
Malcolm wasted no time or effort in pleasantries; after all, they were both adults and knew why they were there. He rubbed his tongue against hers and cherished the moan that escaped her throat. His hands made quick work of her uniform, the one that hid all of the feminine curves he had come to love the past few days-- no years. He unbuttoned her Henley and unhooked her bra to reveal the dusky rose of her nipples, which were already heightened with arousal.
Malcolm pinched and twirled the peaks as he bit at her neck. The temptation to hum that low pitch that drove her wild was overwhelming, but he didn’t want her going crazy just yet. He sat her down on his bunk and kneeled before her taking her boots off and rubbing her feet.
By the time Malcolm was finished rubbing Hoshi’s instep, she was a quivering puddle on his bunk. At first she would giggle because she was slightly ticklish on her feet but then she started groaning and pleading with Malcolm for release reaching toward him and pulling him toward her. He kept putting her back in her place.
“Don’t make me tie you up again,” he threatened and scooped her into his arms.
Hoshi gasped in surprise. It was so dark in his cabin, the candles throwing strange shadows all around his cabin, that she could not see where he was carrying her. She really didn’t care as long as he was there with her. Then she felt the room spin as he slowly lowered onto the …floor? What was he up to? It sure is warm in here.
Then she felt the moisture surrounding her and moaned with relaxing please. “A bath! A warm bubble bath!” she thought to herself. She hadn’t had a real bath since Risa.
Malcolm lit some more candles around the room, which illuminated the play of shadows around his cabin. Next, he poured water down her chest and nipples and followed the water with a sponge.
Hoshi would have turned into a puddle if it weren’t for her skeletal frame holding the quivering mass up as he lifted her arm to languorously run the soapy sponge along the underside.
No words were spoken. The only sounds in his quarters were that of the candles burning and the noises she made as he bathed her. Her nipples were proudly pointed with arousal. As he sponged lower, Hoshi jerked, splashing water onto his white t-shirt.
“Easy there, darling,” Malcolm smiled yet continued to explore lower into the water and bathed her mound, her thighs, her calves and finally her feet. Her head was tossed back, her arms bracing herself against the sides of the tub and she was moaning incoherently while she bit her lip.
Malcolm stood and, while never breaking eye contact with Hoshi, started to undress. First, he took his boots off, and then his pants and boxers followed. When he moved to take his wet shirt off, Hoshi pleaded with him to stop and motioned for him to come and stand beside the tub.
She sat up and smiled at him, “I love the wet t-shirt look on you.” She nipped at his nipples through the material and reached her hand around his erection.
Malcolm reacted the only way he knew how by grabbing her head to his chest and thrusting himself into her hand. She alternatively bit and suckled his erect nipples through the material making it wetter than it already was. With a frustrated sigh, he ripped the material off over his head and pulled away from her.
Hoshi mewed with disappointment.
Malcolm sat on his bunk, leaned over to the table and grabbed some of her bath oil. He palmed some of the oil then took himself into his hand and started stroking. Hoshi looked on as he masturbated in front on her and she soon followed suit as she reached down and started stroking her labia and clitoris.
Malcolm could hardly form words as he remembered reading this dream of hers. Now that it was reality he found himself unable to carry out the dialogue of the scene. “T-Tell me – tell me what you think about when you pleasure yourself,” he asked as he rubbed some oil over the weeping head of his cock.
“You,” Hoshi replied on a gasp and a moan, squirming as she thrust her fingers in mock intercourse.
“What about me?” Malcolm countered as he massaged the length of his shaft.
She couldn’t see his eyes as they were covered in shadow, but she could feel the light falling upon her face, and knew she was exposed. It didn’t matter. “I think of you licking me, running your tongue up and down and around my clit. You’re moaning as I scream. You’re making a slurping noise as you go down on me,” she gasped and shuddered as her orgasm came closer to the surface.
“What else?” he asked huskily as he leisurely rubbed more oil onto his cock.
“Sometimes, I put a pillow over my face and scream your name as I cum, thinking of you fucking me, hard and fast -- sometimes slow and deep,” she gasped as she let the wave of pleasure overtake her, tossing her head back and saying his name on a whisper.
She didn’t spend long relaxing in the aftermath of her orgasm, sitting up in the bath and folding her hands on the side and placing her chin on top of them. “And you? What are you thinking right now?” her eyes looked at the dark angles of his face, seeking his eyes then focusing on his hand as he stroked himself.
I love you. I want to melt inside you, never to be apart from you. I want to realize the future I see with you every time I look into those dark eyes of yours. I wish I were different so you could love me. Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind before he could stop them.
Malcolm increased the languid stroking of his cock and smiled at her. She smiled back as the bottom portion of his face was one of the few things she could see clearly. “Shagging you rotten, baby,” he leered in a deeper British accent than usual then burst out laughing as soon as she started laughing.
“Shall we shag in the bath, baby?” Hoshi replied with a husky yet humor-filled voice and scooted over to make room for him. There was just enough room for two people provide they overlap one another, which wouldn’t be a problem because once he sat down in the bath she didn’t plan on waiting long for her second orgasmic release.
Malcolm couldn’t help himself. He had little control when it came to Hoshi. Now that he had tasted her, been inside her, he would always want more. Just as he sat on the narrow edge of the tub, Hoshi pounced causing some of the water to slosh onto the floor. She wrapped her hand and mouth around his manhood, tasting his unique liquid that had seeped out of him and the oil he had used.
He froze and gripped the edge of the tub as her heat surrounded him. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept going the way she was, as though she were ravenous for something. “Hoshi, darling, please, stop.” Malcolm pleaded and pried Hoshi off for she was really fighting his efforts to pull her off.
She pouted, but not for long as he slid into the water with her and pulled her onto his lap impaling her damp heat. She gasped and held on to his face as she raised her hips and established a slow arduous rhythm. She looked into his eyes, for she could finally see them. They were mostly black as his pupils were dilated beyond reason – whether from passion or the lighting, she didn’t know. She really didn’t care with one exception – she missed the blue of his eyes.
Hoshi plunged her tongue into his mouth mocking their joining then Malcolm pulled away and made a hot path along her neck and down to her rigid peaks, alternating between the two. Her hands weaved through his hair holding him to her chest as she reached the pinnacle of her release in time with Malcolm’s.
Time seemed to stand still as they continued like this, connected, possessing, being possessed, rising and falling in each other’s arms. They were locked intimately together, Malcolm spending himself inside her depths, and Hoshi welcoming him. Eventually, the chill of the water woke the two lovers, and they disconnected to remove themselves from the oil and water, each of them feeling a loss, as they became individuals again.
They consummated their love for one another throughout the night several times, neither one knowing of the love each other held for the other. Hoshi slept, but Malcolm didn’t. His mind swirled with the emotions he held for the woman who had given him so much already. Had he given himself away so quickly? He had been in love only once before in his entire life and that had ended disastrously, his lover yelling at him for driving her crazy, being too needy, too clinging, too touchy-feely all the time. To this day, he didn’t understand why she had left him; he only remembered the pain and embarrassment of her words.
He had to control himself around her. Captain Archer, Travis and T’Pol would be back tomorrow. It was time to get back to business.
TBC
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