Questionable Morality - Chapter 12
Questionable Morality
Chapter Twelve
She was off duty now and meandered down the unfamiliar
corridors of Enterprise. They looked the same as Intrepid, but the layout was
different. Even off duty, she didn't stop working. Em Gomez nodded to the
various security guards from the Constitution. They were interspersed
throughout the ship, guarding the low risk prisoners. A movement caught her eye
at the end of the hall as Commander Mayweather passed by.
Em doubted he would remember her. Boomer ships met up all
the time and exchanged cargo and personnel. She had served as an exchange
student of sorts, learning the various ins and outs of negotiations with alien
races. She had the biggest crush on him back then, her the tender age of
fifteen and him the appealing age of seventeen. Sato had been on board too,
both of them never getting too close as their duties were dissimilar and at
opposite ends of the long hauler.
Had she changed so much that she was totally unrecognizable?
She had trimmed down, all traces of baby fat now giving way to voluptuous curves.
Not that anybody could tell she had curves underneath the uniform she wore now.
Hell, he was the reason she joined Starfleet in the first place. She had it on
good authority that he had signed on with Starfleet in a security capacity, but
by the time she was of age and able to register, there was no record of his
ever being in Starfleet. Now she knew why. He was Starfleet Intelligence!
She followed him and called out to him. "Commander Mayweather!"
Travis stopped and held the lift door open for her.
"Yes, Lieutenant Gomez?"
She was breathless by the time she caught up to him. "I
spoke with Captain Reed about an hour ago and he stated that Intrepid would
stay as long as needed."
Travis tapped at a PADD in his hand nodded. "We could
use all the assistance we can. We're very grateful, but the Grissom and Kennedy
are arriving any minute now. I think we can handle the refugees and the
prisoner transfer."
Em remained silent.
"Was there anything else, Lieutenant?" Travis
asked as the lift doors opened.
Em squared her shoulders and snatched the PADD out of his
hand. "I bet you don't recognize me, do you?"
Travis' mouth gapped open as he looked from his empty hand
to her face.
"I served on board the Horizon for a few months as an
exchange program," she informed him boldly.
Travis squinted and looked up and down her petite form,
lingering on her full breasts. "Emmie?"
Em could hardly keep from rolling her eyes. She hated that
nickname.
"Emmanuelle Gomez?" Travis couldn't keep the
surprise out of his voice. "I-I�"
"Surprised to see me," she finished for him and
handed him back the PADD.
"When did you join Starfleet?" he asked, finally
trailing his eyes from her breasts and to her eyes. They were a deep chocolate
color. The kind of color one could swim in. He shook the compliment from his
head.
"I enlisted when I was old enough," she stated and
noticed where his eyes were. She clasped her hands behind her back, enhancing
the way her breasts strained against the constrictive material.
"Why didn't you look me up?" he quizzed, feeling a
flush come over him.
She wanted to say that she did try, but her pride held her
back. "I was busy."
His communicator chirped and he took it out of his pocket
and flipped it open, his eyes pleading with her not to go anywhere. "Mayweather."
"Sir, the Kennedy and Grissom have arrived. They are
sending shuttles over to discuss the situation."
"Good," replied Travis. "Alert Captain Tucker
and escort the parties to the Captain's mess." He was taking a stab in the
dark as to what Captain Tucker wanted. It wasn't official yet, but rumor had it
that he was up for XO position on Enterprise. His time was up in Intelligence,
this latest bust having given away his identity completely.
He snapped the communicator shut. "How about dinner
tonight?"
"Your place or mine?" Em stated suggestively.
Travis smiled. "I was thinking the mess hall, actually.
We could catch up on old times."
She would take what she could get. "Nineteen hundred
hours okay with you?"
"See ya then," he smiled again and strode off.
Em smiled after him, watching his ass as he walked away. He
didn't know this, but he was on the menu tonight.
--
Trip dressed quickly in the dim light, unable to take his
eyes off the naked figure who slept in his bed. He grinned as he thought about
what transpire after their meal. She had tried her best to seduce him, but he
wasn't about to give in. Well actually, he did give in a little.
Lita had stood at the window, her arms crossed over her
chest, pouting and grumbling about her needs. Trip had walked up behind her and
nuzzled her neck, his hands grasping her clothed breasts gently, while his
teeth nipped at her ear. She tried turning in his arms but he held her there,
taking her hands and placing them against the window.
"You're dessert," he whispered hotly against her
ear and she moaned when he started to undress her, his hand tugging the zipper
to her jumpsuit down slowly and taking her hands off of the window. As every
inch of her honeyed skin appeared, he kissed it. Soon she was naked and begging
for everything he offered.
Trip picked her up and carried her to the bed, setting her
on the edge and kneeling before her. He spread her legs open and suckled her
breasts.
"Harder," she panted. She was burning for him and making
continuous grabs toward him to undress him.
He sucked the tip of one breast completely into his mouth
and let it go with a loud pop. He did the same with the other and alternately
kissed and bit his way along the smooth lines of her ribs and stomach. He
pushed her back gently with his large hands, exposing the glistening depths of
her pussy before him. He was ravenous at this point, growling with hunger and
wanting to devour her. He had wanted to taste her ever since he had met her.
She accommodated him and lifted her feet to the edge of the
bed and gasped as he flicked his tongue against her swollen clitoris.
"Yes," she hissed and thrust her hips into his face.
He wrapped his arms around thighs and burrowed inside her,
lapping every last drop from her core.
Lita moaned as the first burst of pleasure washed over her,
her lover continuing the lick her sex, but avoiding the bundle of nerves that
were raw. She felt his tongue run up and down the length of her slit, his
fingers opening her wide. She pushed on his shoulders and chuckled. "It's
your turn," she panted breathlessly as he released one arm from around her
thigh.
"I'm not done yet," he grinned up at her, as he
slid two fingers inside her tight heat.
She threw her head back and jumped when his tongue circled
her excited nub. Lita arched her back. "Oh yes," she cried, feeling
his fingers moving inside her counter to his flicking tongue.
Trip had lost count after that and finally kissed his way
back up her body and rested. Lita slept beside him, protesting slightly when he
got up and got undressed, but she settled back down once he wrapped an arm
around her.
He could blame the late night awakening on the hail from his
com officer, but truth was that he was aching to bury himself inside Lita and
sleep there forever.
--
Reed sat patiently smoking his cigar and relaxed for the
first time in a long time. He sat listening to Captains Tucker, Zamora and Vale
talk about the last few days.
"Each senior officer will face the maximum penalty for
the slavery charges," Vale surmised, stating the obvious regarding the
prisoners on board the Grissom.
"We have been instructed to return to Jupiter Station
for the trials," Zamora commented. "Under no circumstances is anybody
to speak to the press regarding this matter."
"How high did the corruption actually go?" Reed
asked halfheartedly.
"I knew Forrest was involved," interjected Tucker
thoughtfully, staring out the window.
"That's as far as it's gone," confirmed Zamora.
"I want to see Archer," Tucker stated.
Vale and Zamora said nothing.
"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" Reed
asked.
"I want to talk to him." Tucker pushed away from
the window and looked at the other three captains. "I lost a lot of good
crewmembers because of him. I just wanna look him in the eye and let him know
who's gonna testify against him."
Reed shrugged his shoulders.
"You're welcome to see him anytime," Vale finally
volunteered.
"Thank you," Tucker replied, leaning back against
the window, seemingly lost in thought.
--
Travis stirred the pasta around his plate and asked another
question. "So, what made you pick security?" He looked directly into
her eyes and she lowered hers. Em was petite at best, the top of her head
coming up to his chest.
Em took a bite of her pasta and smiled. She swallowed and
dabbed at her mouth with her napkin. "I thought it would be adventurous.
It certainly does beat being a bean counter. What made you pick Starfleet
Intelligence?" she countered.
"I didn't. They picked me," he stated simply.
Em remained silent and waited for him to explain further. "And?"
"It's classified." Travis hadn't realized how much
he had revealed of himself to her already. He needed to slow things down and
back away.
"I see," Em conceded.
He couldn't help but smile as her eyes flashed in annoyance.
Travis could tell she was the kind who was used to getting what she wanted.
"Well, thank you for dinner. I have to get some shut
eye before I get back on duty." Em pushed her chair back and stood up.
Travis stood as well. "At least let me walk you back to
your quarters," he suggested with a smile.
[I] Gotcha! [/I] Em smiled and nodded.
--
Their walk through the ships was made in relative silence,
both of them silently summing up the other. He followed her into her quarters
without being asked and when the door shut, she turned to him.
Em pressed up against him and he lowered his head for a kiss
� a slow arduous kiss, which was meant to end the night, but turned into so
much more.
No words were spoken as they divested one another of their
clothing and they fell to her bunk, unabashedly naked. Travis lay between her
legs, rolling her breasts between his hands and running his tongue back and
forth over the hardening nipples. He slipped a hand between her legs and found
her wet and ready for him.
She gasped in surprise as he rolled her onto her side,
spooning himself behind her. She could feel his cock press against her ass and
she thrust back in welcome.
He lifted her leg and inched into her pussy like he had all
day. Only when he could go no further did he rest inside her, lifting her leg
over his and starting to thrust. Travis reached around and grabbed one of her
breasts, kneading it in time with his thrusts and plucking the nipple to an
excruciating point. His breath was hot in her ear. "Tell me what you want,
baby."
She panted as his length rammed into her sheath. "This.
You. I want you. Anyway I can get you." She reached between her legs and
ran her fingers over her clit. The edge loomed before her like a wide-open
expanse. All she had to do was jump.
Travis lunged quicker and her world splintered as she came.
"Oh, yes!" he hissed as he joined her. "I'm
going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."
She smiled and shuddered, feeling his hardness remain inside
her. "Or until you beg me to stop."
--
Sato stretched like a cat waking from an afternoon nap; her
lover's return waking her as his hands traversed her flank. "That
tickles," her voice rasped as she arched her back into the air.
Reed made no reply. Instead he moved behind her quickly and
held her hips in place and plunged his cock into her warmth. His lover gasped
at the quick invasion and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and
started to meet him thrust for thrust. He didn't last long, silently spilling
himself inside her. He relaxed for only a few moments to catch his breath and
pulled away from her quickly. "I have to go to work."
Hoshi watched as he strode naked into the bathroom.
He turned the water to cold. She was like a drug and he
wanted her again already. The hatch opened and his obsession approached him
cautiously. "Get out!" He pushed her away and out of the bathroom,
locking the door behind him.
She stared at the door, hurt and humiliated. Hoshi gathered
her clothes and dressed quickly. He had used her again. She was a fool and
didn't look back as she walk out of his cabin and out of his life.
--
Captain Zamora stared bleary-eyed at the screen, the message
not quite reaching him, as he looked at Admiral Bryant's grave expression.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Alex," the Admiral
stated and closed the communication.
Zamora picked up the picture of his wife and three children.
They were dead. They were all dead.
--
Hoshi wandered around Intrepid aimlessly. She was sore and
bruised, finally letting the events of the past few weeks catch up with her.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she dashed them away with the sleeve of her
jumpsuit. She strode into the empty brig and crawled into a cot, wrapping
herself in a blanket. Soon this would be over and she could forget everything,
especially him.
--
Trip stared at his lover, rest eluding him. He would talk to
Jon later when he was sharper and rested. He ran his hand lovingly over Lita's
arm and she smiled in her sleep and snuggled closer to him, her hands running
over his body.
She woke, her chocolate brown eyes shining contentedly.
"Can't sleep?"
Trip gave no verbal response, yet shook his head.
Lita grinned and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. She
nuzzled her cheek against his roughened chin and maneuvered him onto his back.
Bracing herself on one elbow, she licked a path down to his chest, her other
hand lovingly cupping his balls and tracing over the growing evidence of his
passion for her. She moved further down his body and knelt between his legs.
He gasped as her mouth encased his hardness and her hands
stroked up and down his shaft. "Li Li," he gasped and threw his head
back. When he was close to exploding, he twisted away from her violently, his
cock throbbing for completion.
She would not be refused again and pulled him backwards. Lita
quickly straddled him and stabbed her soft wetness around his hard steel.
Trip could have fallen asleep right there, nestled inside
her, but the drive toward fulfillment was too great. He watched as she writhed
on top of him, her slipping a hand between their bodies and pleasuring herself.
He waited for her then, feeling the glove tighten around him and finally giving
himself to her completely. He took hold of her hips and rammed upwards, her
gasps, the slapping of their flesh and his final groan of completion the last
thing he remembered before spilling his seed deep inside her waiting orifice.
--
He nodded to the chief and felt the warm coalescence of the
transporter sequence take over his body. He blinked and another crewman aboard
the Grissom greeted him. Reed walked off the pad and straight out the door. He
had dreamt so much in the past few weeks, the nightmares of the mission fading
quickly now that he had her back. They were his nightmares. He was helpless to
save her. He was helpless and watched as Archer and his crew violated her in
front of him. Her screams echoed even in his waking state and his feet carried
him to the cell that held the villain he needed to face.
Archer had crossed the line a long time ago, but where did
that leave him. The guilt and shame over his own actions chewed sections of his
soul away. Reed couldn't deny it anymore. He had crossed the line as well. He
had fulfilled his duty to Starfleet flawlessly, yet had compromised his moral
fiber. He was as guilty as Archer for his actions. He was the one who had
sacrificed the last decent quality when he bribed Hoshi. Somewhere, he had lost
his compassion.
Once he had left her behind, it had left him. The harshness
consumed him and the sight of her reminded him just how mean he could be. It
was a reminder of his childhood. His parents, long dead, were rarely together,
and when they were, his father always kicked his mother down. He loved Hoshi.
The realization had stirred inside him every since he walked away from her,
peering over his shoulder, her frightened eyes watching him through the glass
of the Enterprise brig.
She was fine now. She would be fine once she got away from
him.
Reed walked down the hall of the Grissom and motioned for
the guard to stand at ease. Archer was in solitary confinement, listed as the
highest security risk.
Jonathan Archer turned his head slightly as the sound of a
visitor approached. He cracked his swollen eye open and saw one of the two men
he held personally responsible for the recent events in his life. "Have
you come to gloat, interrogate, or just beat the shit out of me?" He
raised his manacled hands for emphasis.
Reed stared at him and leaned against the hatch casually.
"I just wanted to know something?"
"Interrogation it is then," Archer stated with a
lopsided grin.
"Why?"
It was a very broad one-worded question, which encompassed
Archer's mind ever since he started. He knew why, but he wasn't about to go all
sentimental on the granite statue of a man in front of him. Allison had been
twenty years his junior and rambunctious as hell. She made him feel everything
at once. She was tall and stacked and had the blackest hair he had ever seen.
It was so black it was almost blue.
She was an insatiable lover and wife and she had been dead
for five years now. A shuttle accident had claimed her life, as she made her
way to meet with him. He had lost everyone he had ever cared for when she died.
Archer countered with a question. "What do you live
for, or more appropriately, who do you live for?"
Hoshi's name was on the tip of his tongue, but Reed merely
stood there.
Archer sat back and licked his cracked lip. "You better
decide who you live for, Malcolm. By now, they're dead."
"What?" Reed kept his tone even.
"You think Starfleet is a major power, don't you?"
Archer paused and winced as he touched his battered face. "I hate to tell
you this, but Starfleet is a pawn. It's a pawn to be moved about a chessboard
by unseen forces that you possibly couldn't comprehend. Yours and Mayweather's
meddling has cost a lot of people dearly. It's pissed them off. The retribution
has probably already begun against your families and loved ones. Then they'll
come for you."
Reed listened to the ominous words that sank to the pit of
his stomach. Hoshi was the only one who mattered to him. He had no other
family, but she did. He'd already endangered them and now they were in the line
of fire again. He turned on his heel and walked out, barely catching what
Archer tauntingly said after him.
"You're weak, Reed! They'll destroy everybody before
they'll let me reach Jupiter station!"
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TBC