It had been several weeks since Hoshi had broken his nose and wounded his pride. Enterprise was in orbit around Prinia Prime awaiting the return of their Captain, First Officer and Helmsman. Malcolm had just suffered through a rather awkward lunch with Dr. Phlox and Commander Tucker.
As he walked away from the �Acting Captain�s Mess� he couldn�t help but wonder when Trip was going to get back to Hoshi regarding the Vulcan Captain�s request to speak with Captain Archer.
Malcolm entered the lift. As he pressed the panel, selecting F deck, his thoughts turned toward Hoshi. When he wasn�t under deadline or under fire, his thoughts always turned toward her. His subconscious had a really good time at his expense. He would wake thinking of her in a most base and primitive manner. His dreams ranged from sappily romantic to raunchily pornographic.
For now, he would bide his time and calibrate the torpedo launchers. Actually, he would not be able to calibrate the torpedo launchers, because Acting Captain Tucker was not comfortable taking the warp reactor off line.
He grimaced to himself and a sexual thought involving Hoshi swirled in his mind. He had the uncanny ability to picture the minx in the most mundane situations. This particular vision had her rubbing lubricant on his torpedoes dressed in a sexy negligee. �Bloody Hell! Get your mind out of the gutters, Malcolm!�
Just then the lift stopped and the fates busted a gut laughing at him, because Hoshi got onto the lift. �Lieutenant,� she nodded in acknowledgement, �How is the nose?�
�Fine, thank you, Ensign.� With Dr. Phlox�s help, he was just now able to smell again. Isn�t it ironic that one of the first scents he was treated to was hers � a slight scent of earthy flowers and spices. It was the last smell he could remember before his nose had been broken.
Luckily the lift ride with Hoshi was relatively short-lived. F-Deck, the armory, his sanctuary, arrived. Then it hit him; Hoshi was getting off the lift as well. His sanctuary was about to be invaded. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned. �Is there something you needed, Ensign?�
Hoshi couldn�t help but feel like she was approaching a wounded dog. She cleared her throat and unzipped the pocket of her uniform over her left breast. �Could you give these to Crewman Titov?� She waved a stack of letters in front of Malcolm. �They are from his great grand ma ma. She refuses to use a computer and uses a Russian dialect that the UT has a slight peculiarity with. So, I translated his letters for him. Now he won�t miss his grand ma ma�s wicked sense of humor.�
Hoshi took Malcolm�s wrist in one hand and put the letters in his palm.
Malcolm could feel the flames from her hand on his arm. �C-Certainly, Ensign. I would be more than happy to deliver the letters.�
�Thanks!� Hoshi turned and walked back toward the lift, unaware of the blue gaze that followed the sway of her hips.
The setting of the dreams varied � the bridge, her quarters, his quarters, the mess hall, the gym, and Risa. The PADD that she kept her dream journal on was full of them. She would always take care of her late night sessions one of four ways � she would act on the arousal and pleasure herself, she would take a cold shower, she would head for the gym, or she would head for the mess hall. Since she had skipped dinner tonight, she was going to head for the mess hall.
Hoshi put her slippers and robe on. She didn�t think anybody would be in the mess hall at this hour so, she took her dream journal with her in the hopes she would be able to record her most recent erotic escapade with Malcolm. She was yawning and stretching with her hands and journal overhead as she walked into the mess hall and straight into the object that brought her there in the first place.
PADDs mingled on the floor as Malcolm held Hoshi to him. Held really isn�t the operative word. Crushed Hoshi to him is more like it. Her pajamas and robe were thin, leaving little to the imagination. What the hell did she think she was doing walking around practically naked? Malcolm let go of her long enough to pick up the three PADDs on the floor � two of them his, and one of them hers.
He clutched her to him again, his arm around her. He shushed her every time she tried to speak. They approached her quarters and Malcolm punched in his security override code. The door swished open and he physically picked Hoshi up and placed her just inside the door. He quickly perused the PADDs that had been tucked under his arm and handed her one. He stepped away and hit the button to close the door without uttering a word to her.
Hoshi stood there, her mouth agape. Disappointment that he left and confusion at what he had done tossed around in her head. Then she caught a glance at herself in the mirror. The back lighting through her robe and nightgown left little to the imagination. She ran the back of her hand over one of her aroused nipples and gasped. She was going to act on her arousal two of the four ways � she was going to pleasure herself in the shower and afterwards turn the spray to icy cold. Somehow, she knew she was not going be able to ease the ache within her with the showerhead.
Her lips were icy blue as she stepped from the shower. She had climaxed twice thinking of Malcolm there with her. She toweled off, dressed and curled into bed with her dream journal with intentions of recording her newest adventure with Malcolm.
She turned the PADD on and her stomach jumped to her throat. Staring back at her were schematics for calibrating the torpedo launchers. Malcolm handed her the wrong PADD, which meant that he had hers.
�Oh my God!� Hoshi screeched and flew out of her quarters. She held on to the hope that he hadn�t accessed the data on her PADD. How would she ever be able to look at him again?
The ride from C deck to B deck seemed to take forever. She ran to his quarters and buzzed the door. He answered the door shirtless, hair messed and eyes wild.
All thought escaped Hoshi as embarrassment poured through her. She looked down. It was obvious that he had accessed the journal.
Malcolm jerked her into his quarters, closed the door, lifted her face and melded their lips together.
Time stood still as they kissed one another, drinking in each other�s moans and sighs.
Malcolm grabbed Hoshi�s buttocks and pulled her waist into his arousal. Malcolm stripped Hoshi of her pajamas while Hoshi made quick work of Malcolm�s pajama bottoms. Neither spoke nor closed their eyes, as both of them were afraid they would go to sleep and discover their coming together to be another dream.
Hoshi managed to pull out of the kiss. �Pinch me.� She begged and kissed a path along Malcolm�s definitive jaw line.
Malcolm hadn�t gotten very far in her journal, much less any dream that included S&M. Then it hit him. She was afraid she was dreaming. Malcolm stopped molding her ass to him and gave one of her cheeks a swift, sharp pinch.
Hoshi yelped, �What was that for?� She grasped his ass and pinched him back.
He grinned, �Neither of us is dreaming.�
Malcolm grinned at her as she realized she couldn�t very well wear what she had come in because he had ripped it from her body. �I�m going to have to borrow one of your uniforms until I can get to my quarters. Is that okay?� Hoshi asked as she put one on.
Malcolm knew he would never be able to wear that particular uniform again as she hurriedly put it on with no undergarments. He just sat there with a silly grin on his face.
�What are you grinning at?� Hoshi paused and put her hands on her hips.
�You�re beautiful,� he responded.
�Aren�t you going to be late?� Hoshi blushed.
Malcolm stretched. �I have the day off,� he yawned.
Hoshi groaned, zipped up the uniform, and pulled her hair back. She made a grab for her journal, but Malcolm held onto it.
�Please, let me keep it. If last night was any indication, I am sure I can make your other dreams come true.� Malcolm smiled with a spark to his eye.
Her resistance failed her as the sheet over his hips slipped lower. She had to leave now before she sated herself again. The promise of future encounters intrigued her so she nodded her head in agreement, gave Malcolm a quick kiss and headed out the door.
Hoshi�s mind was a swirling mess of emotions and thoughts. The lift doors opened and she ran smack into Trip Tucker.
�Easy there, Hoshi. Where ya headed?� Trip cleared his throat, as he took in her state of dress �uniform with red piping, no shoes and wild hair. Malcolm!
�Well it�s about time ya�ll hooked up,� Trip yelled at a mortified Hoshi as the lift door closed.
Things had gone from bad to worse to god-awful. How was she ever going to live this night down? First, Malcolm had read her journal, which turned out not to be such a bad thing after all. What was she thinking by letting him keep it? Secondly, Trip knew about them. Thirdly, she was in love with Malcolm Reed.
Hoshi rolled her eyes at herself in the mirror as she changed uniforms. She certainly did know how to pick �em.
FIN
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