Who in the hell did he think he was? After their first time together, she had worried that it might be a one-time thing - a one-night stand. She was elated when he showed up in the gym, but now that Captain Archer and T’Pol were back, he hardly looked at her, much less came to see her.
She put on her robe and bunny slippers and sought him, wanting resolution. There was no answer at his quarters. Surely he wasn’t that childish that he would avoid her in such a manner as not answering the door. He mustn’t be in, so she went looking at the next obvious place - the armory.
As she walked into the armory, it took time for her eyes to adjust to the lighting level there, as the lights were low. Surely, the armory wasn’t unmanned? Then she heard it - a distinct banging coming from the direction of the torpedo launchers and a ‘bloody hell.’ It had been several hours since the Captain and T’Pol had gotten back and subconsciously she wondered why they hadn’t gone to warp. The warp engines were off-line so that Malcolm could recalibrate the torpedo launchers.
He was sprawled on his back underneath the casing of one of the launchers, his bottom half, consisting of his waist and legs, was easily accessible.
He paused in his tinkering as he sensed her draw near and resisted the urge to hide from her. Never one to run from a fight, he pushed out from underneath the casing and the sight of her took his breath away. Her robe and nightgown left little to the imagination of what was under them, although he didn’t need to imagine for he knew what lie beneath the material. Her dark hair was down around her face and shoulders giving her a pixie-like appearance - a sexy pixie, at that.
Feeling all the blood rush down to his nether regions, he knew he couldn’t deny her and would take here where she stood. He hefted himself up with little effort, walked past her and around the armory locking doors and making sure they were alone. Once his task was accomplished he approached her, taking her into his arms with a passion-filled kiss. He could deny her no longer for it was as if she was more necessary than the blood that pumped through him, or the air that he breathed.
They divested one another of their clothing with expediency. She slipped through his arms and sank to her knees in front of him, grasping the evidence of his arousal and surrounding it with the warm cavern of her mouth.
It was a good thing he was leaning against the torpedo because his knees gave way as he bucked his hips in a primal response for completion. “Hoshi…” he gasped her name reverently as though in prayer.
“Please, darling, I can’t…” he panted, “Last long. I want to be inside you.”
His lover shook her head no and continued to bob her head up and down his phallus. She craved his taste and would not be denied this time, reaching around and digging her nails into his buttocks.
“Bloody hell, woman!” Malcolm keened and gave into her demand exploding into her mouth. Her tongue and lips milked his essence and continued doing so as he trembled and shook in her arms.
When he could take no more, he grasped her under her arms and lifted her to him changing their positions. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he impaled her silken sheath and thrust her back against the torpedo. The look in her eyes was one of disbelief as he pounded into her.
“H-how, how…” Hoshi was puzzled by the mechanics of his continued state of his arousal.
Malcolm grinned sheepishly and stated, “The torpedoes - incentive and competition.”
Hoshi smiled and lay back onto the curve of the torpedo. In doing so, she thrust her pelvis further into his thrusts making their connection deeper than either one of them thought possible. She gasped as Malcolm leaned forward, encasing her nipple with his mouth. He bit down gently, gave the nipple a lick and switched to her other breast. Sensory overload was the only thought that crossed her mind as she came. The coolness on her back, the heat and friction between her thighs and the air along her chest mingled with the evidence of her lover’s attention.
Realizing the signs of her release, he increased the tempo for his own release. Pounding and pounding, in and out, long and short strokes, her muscles constricting around him-He bit his lip to keep from howling as he reached orgasm.
Hoshi was the first to speak. “I don’t recall a dream in the armory,” she smirked.
“That’s because it was mine,” Malcolm murmured into her chest as he continued to nip and suckle at her breasts then righted himself and started to get dressed. Then it hit him - his sanctuary had been violated and he loved it just as he loved her.
This had to stop. They had to stop. They could have been discovered. Fraternization! There was no future for them. He needed to end it, and end it now.
His eyes turned icy blue as he jerked into his uniform. Foolish! He was practically lying on top of her curved form over a torpedo, languidly licking her still intimately joined with her, still throbbing inside of her. He hadn’t even bothered to take his boots off, or his uniform all the way off. She deserved better than this - better than him.
“Get dressed,” he snapped as he zipped his uniform up.
Her eyes hooded over at his tone. It was harsh and cold. “W-What’s wrong,” she whispered.
"This," he said as he motioned around him. "This is what's wrong. I owe you an apology. Things have gone too far. It can't continue like this." He tried to sound cold but not like a complete bastard.
Hoshi started to get dressed as his words penetrated her soul with their meaning. He was tired of her and moving on, or was he just tired of her. She knew the beginnings of a break-up speech when she heard it as she had heard several in her life. Ice encased her heart thankfully so she wouldn’t feel the pain that was trying to grip hold of her.
“I guess you were right,” Hoshi stated as she looked directly into his eyes.
Malcolm cocked his head to one side waiting for her to continue.
“When you thought I propositioned you, trying to find out what your favorite food was, you said ‘it just might be a little awkward…serving of the same ship and all.’” Hoshi’s eyes glazed as she remembered those words from so long ago.
Malcolm remained silent as Hoshi severed the connection between them. It would be best. They would be better off apart. She would be much better without him. She would not suffer from her association with him.
It seemed like an eternity as Hoshi waited for him to confirm what he had started to say. His silence spoke for him. “Well, no harm, no foul. It was fun while it lasted,” Hoshi stated coldly over her shoulder as she walked out.
She was better off without him. That would be his mantra for the next few years as they served together.
TBC
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