Title: Caught in the Act
Author: Ginny Powell

Act III - Jonathan
Scene 1

Back in Room 4, D Deck, Malcolm scrambled to his feet so fast, Gabreefa was dumped to the floor. He shot her an apologetic look as he lunged for the panel by the door.

�Reed here.� He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible under the circumstances.

�Is Gabreefa with you?�

Malcolm cleared his throat, glanced behind him. Gabreefa�s back was to him as she slipped her gown back on. �Yes, sir.�

�Bring her to my Ready Room. Archer out.�

Reed stood at the com for a moment, willing himself not to panic. He started to turn to Gabreefa, but realized his coveralls were still open, his now limp cock lolling against the zipper. Quickly he arranged himself, silently thanking whoever had engineered the liquid-repellent properties of the coverall fabric. When he felt decent again, he turned.

Gabreefa was standing with her arms across her chest, her face blank.

�Gabreefa, I-�

�Take me to the Captain.�

Malcolm didn�t try to speak again. He just guided her down the hall, into the turbolift, and out onto the Bridge.

Archer was at Ensign Sato�s station, and both turned as the lift doors opened. As before, when Gabreefa�s eyes found the Captain, she smiled warmly and headed straight for him, and he met her, echoing her smile.

�Right this way, please,� Archer invited his guest, urging her toward his Ready Room doors. Though she looked askance at T�Pol and Mayweather as she passed, her steps never faltered.

Malcolm had stopped just inside the Bridge, and now stood indecisively, his eyes darting about. He felt as though he should warn the Captain, but how could he without revealing what had happened? And what if she told the Captain herself? Was this sudden fear he had that Gabreefa was not to be trusted real, or just his possessiveness coming to the surface?

T�Pol, at her nearby station, noticed him. �Lieutenant? Lieutenant Reed, are you all right?�

�Um, yes, I, uh, I�ll just go to my station now.� And Reed scurried across the Bridge.

T�Pol watched him for a moment. Then, filing his behavior under her growing list of �Things Humans Do That I Will Never Understand�, she went back to her work.

Scene 2

�So, did Mr. Reed find you quarters?� Archer asked as he ushered Gabreefa into his Ready Room and gestured toward a chair.

�Yes,� she replied, looking around the room curiously, ignoring the chair.

�And I trust they are to your satisfaction?�

�Very much so.� Gabreefa noticed the sketches on the wall and went to stand by them, running her fingers over the protective glass caressingly.

�I brought you here because I have a few questions to ask you,� Archer began, moving to stand beside her.

�Anything,� she answered huskily, turning suddenly. Her face scant centimeters from his, she looked from his lips to his eyes and back again.

Archer hesitated a moment, then took a deep breath and a step back. �About your ship, how fast could it go?�

Gabreefa chuckled. �Not very fast.� She stepped forward, closing the gap between them. �Your ship is so much more capable.� Putting a hand on his shoulder, she trailed it towards his neck.

Archer stood his ground this time. He couldn�t have her herding him all around his own Ready Room. And it wasn�t as though she was dangerous or anything. He would just ignore what her hand was doing.

�And were you launched from the surface of your planet, or from orbit?� he asked casually.

�Neither. We were launched from our last remaining starship, just outside our solar system so that we wouldn�t be pulled back into orbit around our own star.� Her fingers were running through his hair now, her thumb caressing the rim of his ear.

Archer breathed an internal sigh of relief � he�d known there was an explanation for T�Pol�s findings. But there were still other questions. She raised her other hand toward his face, and he took it gently by the wrist to use as an illustration.

�The Doctor says you have bio-mechanical parts here, under your fingernails.�

�Yes, many of my people have such enhancements,� she replied, undisturbed, rotating her hand so he could see it from all angles. �Unfortunately, we have lost the means to affect them, and even the knowledge of why our ancestors put them there. Can your Doctor tell me what they are for?�

�Some sort of storage device, he thinks.�

�Storage for what?� she asked, her free hand moving down to his chest.

�He�s not sure.�

�Oh.� She seemed disappointed. Then she looked at her wrist, which he still held. He let go immediately, and the hand continued on its previous course, coming to brush his cheek.

All Archer�s suspicions seemed so silly now that she had explained. How could he doubt this woman, when she was so open, so friendly, so�close.

Then he remembered that there was one more thing.

�Hoshi is having trouble finishing her translations,� he said, his voice wavering just a little as her thumb brushed across his lips. �Seems there are inconsistencies in syntax, words that appear to be nonsense.�

�She is translating the recording she made when I first woke up, yes? I was confused; I may have not been making sense. I could speak to her again. Would you like me to do it now?� Something about her voice indicated that she had no intention of scooting off to finish the interview just then.

�Um��

�Can I ask you a question?� she interrupted his indecision, her hands still roaming his body distractingly. He grunted his assent. �In my culture, when we find someone attractive, it is customary to show our affection openly. Is it so in yours?�

�Uh, well, we tend not to rush into, um, physical relationships-�

�Really? What a pity.�

�-but there are exceptions. For example, when the attraction is mutual-�

�Is it?� she breathed.

Archer looked at her, her face tilted to the side questioningly, her eyes hooded, pupils dilated. Her skin sparkled iridescently where the light hit it. He thought he had never seen anything so alluring in his life. Though logically he knew a lot of what he felt was the pheromones talking, that knowledge made her no less beautiful. It wouldn�t be the first time he�d found an alien female attractive, nor the first time he�d given in to the attraction. She had made her feelings clear. There seemed nothing standing in the way of his doing what he had wanted to do all day.

He kissed her.

Their lips met gently, warmly. It was he who ventured a tongue into her mouth, where it was entangled by hers. The hands that had been caressing him moved to his back to pull him firmly against her. His own hands went to her back, touching tentatively at first, then more boldly, roaming up to the back of her neck and down to the curve of her buttocks.

When he heard the sound of his zipper being undone and felt a warm hand on his bare chest, making it clear that the affection she intended to show him had only begun, he wished, not for the first time, that he had a couch in his Ready Room. But one of his strengths had always been the ability to improvise. And so he turned and lifted her onto the desk beside them.

Her gown felt like silk, and so did the skin underneath it as he lifted the garment up her legs, tugged it from under her rump, and finally removed it over her head. The sight of her coloration was startling, yet intriguing. He wondered if there were other, less obvious, differences between their species, and began a thorough check.

He started with her neck, tasting the soft flesh with his lips and tongue while his hands scouted ahead. When he tugged at the darker blue of her nipples, she seemed to like it, and so he trailed kisses down to her breasts and took them into his mouth each in turn. When she reached once more for his zipper, he pushed her hands away gently. He was not to be hurried. The undersides of her breasts, her ribcage, the sides of her waist, all received their due attention. He fancied he tasted blueberry and grape in the unique flavor of her skin. The inside of her belly button seemed of great interest to him. By the time he reached the nexus of her widely spread legs, she was practically keening.

�Please, Jonathan, please,� Gabreefa begged. But when he obligingly stretched his tongue toward her welcoming wetness, she surprised him by grasping the back of his head and pulling him away. �No, I want you inside me,� she demanded breathily.

�If you insist,� he acquiesced, standing to shrug out of his coveralls. As he pulled his undershirt up, she was tugging his briefs down, then urging him forward with a firm hand on his hard shaft. �Patience,� he whispered as he leaned over her, pressing her back onto the desk. His hands on her hips to keep her still, he entered her slowly.

The sensations were exquisite, and he was tempted to plunge into her with abandon. But he had learned to savor the journey, not just the destination, and kept his pace restrained. When he was fully embedded inside her, he pulled almost out before starting another long, slow stroke. Closing his eyes, he delighted in every second of sweet friction.

Beneath him, Gabreefa squirmed, wrapping her legs around him and squeezing. But she was no match for his strength, or his determination to maintain the steady pace. After a few minutes of this, though, he released her hips so he could lean forward to kiss her again. She used the opportunity to set a new pace, driving her hips hard against him, pulling him to her with her legs. Archer smiled at her eagerness and thoroughly enjoyed the ride, especially when she cried out and clawed at his hair as wave after wave of spasms seemed to ripple from her head to her toes. When she seemed spent, Archer let her rest until her breathing had slowed, then began once more at his inexorable pace.

As the thrusts began anew, Gabreefa�s eyes flew open and she gaped at him in disbelief. He just smiled smugly and kept on doing what he was doing. He lifted one of her legs and then the other onto his shoulders, turning to kiss each instep before he slid his hands down to her thighs. Then, gradually, he began to make each stroke a little faster, a little harder. Gabreefa slowly began to push back against him, the moans which escaped her throat at the apex of each thrust growing louder. Eventually the slap of flesh against flesh filled the air, and guttural sounds began to emerge from Archer�s throat. With a final flurry of violent thrusts, his orgasm washed over him.

As his seed spilled inside Gabreefa, she arched her back and forced him as deep as possible. When he could no longer stand up, he released her legs and leaned forward to rest his forehead between her breasts. He lay there for a long time, gasping for air. He was just thinking about getting up when the door chimed.

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