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Reed's Armory -- A Malcolm Reed Fanfiction Archive .. |
Title: Moods
Author: Stexgirl2000
Author's e-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Enterprise
Pairing/Characters: Reed/Sato
Rating: NC-17
Category: Het
Summary: C'mon, it's NC-17, do I need one? Really?
Author's Notes: Hey Nostalgia, I wrote some more porn. Okay?
Archived to Reed's Armory on 10/18/2003.
Moods
Fury
Tonight, she was in the mood to be fucked hard. He had her calves up around her shoulders, hands grasping her waist tightly. Each stroke of his cock penetrated her to her depths. Hoshi could only compare the sensation to that of a battering ram.
"Fuck, Malcolm, fuck me harder!" She didn't care that her voice was harsh, commanding. She just needed to feel pain with her pleasure.
He pulled out of her, his hands moving to her ass and lifting her cunt to his lips. He nipped at her clit, catching it between his teeth, then licked at her. Arching her back, she cried out as he repeated his actions. Her first orgasms weren't enough.
"I want your cock in me, goddamn you!"
Lowering her, he grasped her legs and spread them wide. He took his cock and rubbed the tip against the outside of her sex.
"Asshole! Don't tease me!"
He grinned at her, then guided himself in and started pumping her again. She threw her head back and moaned. It still wasn't hard enough. "Take me from behind."
He plunged into her one more time, then pulled out, pulled away and flipped her over onto her stomach. Raising her ass into the air, he spread her legs and parted her labia's folds, teasing at her clit.
"Fucking bastard, fuck me hard!"
He leaned forward and bit at her ass, letting his tongue rim her. "Bitch," he murmured.
Then he re-entered her, his hands once more tight at her hips, plunging hard and fast.
They moved together, Hoshi banging her ass against his groin, holding on desperately to the sheets.
She screamed when she came. Seconds later, he bellowed his orgasm and flooded her with his triumph.
Giving
She really didn't want to have sex tonight. She was bone tired and all she wanted was to sleep. But there he was, horny and handsome and ready to please her.
He tried to cajole her out her mood. He kissed her neck, played his hands across her nipples and softly stroked her mons.
"Hoshi," he pleaded with desire.
"Malcolm," she pleaded with annoyance.
He flopped back against the bed like a child whose favorite toy has been taken away.
She stared at him for a few moments. He was stiff, his erection straining against his boxers.
If she sucked him off, he'd go to sleep.
Sitting up, she pulled down his boxers with a firm tug. He looked at her with deep need.
He reached up to pull her towards him, but she shoved him back."Don't move and just enjoy," she said. Then she plunged her mouth all the way down his cock, letting her lips touch the base of his shaft.
She stayed that way for a long moment, letting her hand caress his balls.
Then she moved her head up slowly, letting her lips lock tightly around his shaft, until she reached his tip. Sucking hard, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, feeling the slight saltiness begin to seep out. She plunges down again, letting a bit of her teeth drag down and he gasps, jutting his hips forward.
Her moves up and down on his cock, one hand following her mouth, the other roaming between his balls and his ass. He breath comes out in a ragged, sharp beat, interspersed with her name. She can tell he's getting close.
She strengthens the pressure of her hand and sucks even harder, moving faster. His balls tighten, his hips thrust up even more, chest and head leaning slightly forward and he cries out, "God yes!"
Her mouth is flooded with his sperm and she swallows, milking his cock with her mouth.
She loves the way he tastes.He drops back against the pillow, gulping air. She pulls her mouth off of him and slides up to kiss him. Unlike previous lovers, he doesn't mind tasting himself on her lips.
Tucking the covers around themselves, he murmurs sleepily, "Tomorrow night, I return the favor."
She barely hears him, her weariness taking over.
They are soon asleep.
Joy
He loves it when she rides him. He loves the sensation of her moving up and down on his cock, her vaginal muscles clenching at him.
He loves that he can rub her clit with one hand and reach up to caress breasts with the other.
She moans for him to pinch her nipples, and he does so, delighting in their hardness.
Leaning forward, she lets his tongue circle her nipples. Pushing closer, his mouth takes in more of her breast, and he bites gently.
She pulls back, still rocking against him and grazes her lips against his small nipples, nipping at them. He groans and she smiles.
Straightening up, he grasps her hips, helping her to move up and down. She throws back her head and leans slightly back, her hand going onto his thighs.
The move together in rhythm, and he watches flickers pleasure play across her face across her face.
She begins to move faster and she feels wetter and warmer. His hand moves to her clit again and presses in hard circles.
As she begins to come, her head thrashes about and her nails dig into his thigh.
He follows her seconds later, feeling himself spurt hard, shuddering as he releases more hot come inside her.
She collapses on his chest and they stay connected, his cock resting inside her.
Wrapping his arms around her, he kisses her forehead, finding joy in her pleasure.
Moods--Part 2
Need
Sometimes, he needs to be dominated. He wants to be controlled so he can feel out of control. He wants the burden of being strong, of being stoic, lifted from his shoulders, if only for a short time.
He kneels on the floor, totally nude, her foot in his hand, his tongue licking her through the open crotch of her panties. Only a slight tremor betrays her orgasm.
She is in black--leather and lace bra and panties, riding crop in hand. Her expression is closed, hard, dangerous.
The crop comes down on his ass: Once, twice, three times.
It feels so good to him, but he doesn't dare let her know, or she'll stop.
Her foot pushes him away, and her voice is low as she commands, "On the bed."
In a flash he is there, on his back. She gives him a look and growls, "Turn over, ass in the air."
Complying, he shudders in expectation. She spanks him hard, each slap bringing him closer to coming.
The warm tingle of her hand and the crop is replaced by the cool feel of gel in his ass. He waits for what seems like an eternity.
The dildo enters him, long and thick, pressing exquisitely against his prostate. She pauses, reaches down and slides her hand along his erection, the pre-come on his tip slides onto her fingers.
She pulls out of him slowly. "Look at me," she commands. He turns and he watches as she licks her fingers leisurely. "You taste very good."
"Turn back around."
He feels her slide into him again, and she pumps his ass aggressively, her breathing uneven as she takes her pleasure from using him. He hears the hum of the vibrator inside the harness she's using and feels her shudder with relish.
He's using all of his control not come, not to give into the pleasure that wants to explode from his cock or shoot through his body from his ass.
Her hands grip his hips and she thrusts in harder than she had before. "You can come now."
Her pumping increases and with a wild cry, he comes, sperm shooting out and up his belly. She continues to ride his ass, until he collapses in exhaustion.
Pulling out, she bends down and bites his ass hard. She'll leave a bruise for sure.
"Clean me up, then yourself, and come to bed." He scrambles to obey. Quickly he gets a warm washcloth and a towel, ministering to her tenderly. Afterwards, he washes himself totally off, drying his body as fast as he can.
When he comes back to the bed, she is totally nude, her arms open to him. "I'm cold, come warm me."
He slides into the bed, pulling the covers around them, spooning his body to hers.
Desperation
Three weeks without sex.
She's ready to crawl up the walls.
He wants to kill someone.
The ship is full of refugees, there is no privacy anywhere. She's been stuck with Cutler, Benjamin, and Tran. He's been sleeping in the armory, with most of his staff strewn about on their sleeping bags.
Only quick masturbation sessions in the shower have kept them from going mad. At dinner, they furtively touch under the table. Their eyes lock and they share the same look every night: Dear God, may this be over soon.
The senior staff meeting that morning throws them for a loop: two more weeks until they can rendezvous with the relief ship, an ion storm has delayed them.
Their eyes meet across the table: enough is enough.
At the end of their shifts, they scramble into the lift, beating Trip and Travis to the door, closing it to their annoyed protests. They grin at each other, not caring a bit.
Stopping the lift between decks, he roughly pulls her to him, and they kiss wildly.
Their uniforms are unzipped, pulled down, the only foreplay is his mouth on her nipples, sucking hotly.
She pulls away, turns around, bends over, bracing her arms against the wall, spreading her legs wide. He guides his erection into her, and grips her hips tightly. As he pumps her from behind, she thrusts against him. He lets one hand dip down to caress her clit. She is wet, warm, tight. He comes quickly, shuddering deeply into her. She sighs in frustration, she hasn't gone over the edge.
Pulling out of her, he turns her around, and drops to his knees. He licks at her clit, tasting his own saltiness, not caring. The feel of his tongue against her sends her into her orgasm, and she clutches at his head, moaning his name.
They pull themselves together, adjusting their clothing, and he wipes his face on the inside of his undershirt.
Giving each other a brief, but through inspection, she starts the lift again.
The door opens, and they face an annoyed crewman. Getting out, they walk away nonchalantly, not caring.
They feel much better now.
Moods--Part 3
Depression--Hoshi
Hoshi sprawled across her bunk, staring at the ceiling, cursing her hormones. She mused that in this day and age one would think medical science could find a way to make PMS go away, but no--medical science was still not interested in finding ways to allow women to avoid being trapped by their hormones. Bastards. Fucking bastards. Where was her chocolate?
Flipping over onto her stomach, she reached down under her bunk to find her chocolate stash. Pulling up the small box, she felt panic begin to rise inside; the box felt too light, almost empty. Opening it up slowly, she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. Damn it, there were only two pieces left. How was she going to survive the next few days without chocolate?
The door opened and Malcolm strode in, sweaty in his workout clothes, hair hedgehog spiky, all lean and powerfully male. He gave her a grin as he pulled off his shirt. Normally, Hoshi would be on him in a second, pulling him down onto the bed or into the shower. Instead, she looked up at him and glared. "Did you eat my chocolate?"
The grin faded as he folded the shirt and placed it on her chair. "No, love. I know better than to come between a woman and her chocolate. Why?" He sat down beside her and pulled her up into his lap.
"It's almost all gone, all of it! And it's going to be at least another month until we meet up with a supply ship. And no one's going to trade me for some, hell, it's easier to trade for alcohol than it is for chocolate." Hoshi began to silently cry, feeling depression slide over her like a thick blanket.
Malcolm held her silently, wryly noting in the back of his mind that somethings were like clockwork in his world--seemingly friendly aliens would attack for no reason, the captain would always think that taking along extra security was not necessary, and Hoshi would crave chocolate and get depressed right before her period. He let her cry against his bare chest, knowing that if he opened his mouth, she'd take anything he said the wrong way. If all went as usual, she'd stop crying in a bit and he'd go to Plan A, sex in the shower. If not, he'd institute Plan B.
After several minutes, it became clear to Malcolm that Plan B was needed.
Kissing the top of her head, Malcolm slid Hoshi off of his lap and onto the bed, until she was flat on her back. Making his way down, he kissed her forehead, her lips, her throat, and the hollow of her neck. Pushing up her tee-shirt, he kissed her between her breasts--knowing that her breasts were tender and ultra-sensitive--down her to her stomach. He looked up and saw that she was no longer crying. Her eyes were dark and wide with passion as she throatily commanded, "Don't you dare stop."
He grinned at her and began kissing her stomach again, tonguing her belly button, pulling off her shorts and underwear, slowly moving down to her thighs. She whimpered softly as his mouth slowly brushed against her Venus mons, his tongue drifting to her clit. Pushing her legs further apart, he went onto the floor, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed and began exploring her in earnest.
Malcolm's tongue probed her clit and cunt, tasting her, as his hands went under her rounded ass, gripping each side tightly. Hoshi moaned and thrust against his mouth, and he nipped at the nub of her clit gently with his teeth. She arched her hips, and he slipped three fingers inside her cunt, moving them slowly. His tongue focused solely on her clit now, flicking at it firmly, with short little strokes.
As Hoshi moaned louder, she reached out and gripped the bed clothes with one hand, letting her other hand entwine in the spikes of his hair. Malcolm took his free hand away from gripping her bottom, and reached down to stroke his now erect cock. Hoshi's hips began to buck, and his fingers inside her were sticky and dripping with her juices. He put more pressure onto her clit and as she came violently, Hoshi gasped, stiffened, and moaned, "God, yes, Malcolm!"
Malcolm continued to lick at her, until her shuddering subsided. Pulling out his fingers, Malcolm lifted his head to see that Hoshi had closed her eyes, a shadow of a smile on her lips. He got on the bed and stretched out next to her, kissing her next and nuzzling her. "Feel better, love?" he drawled.
"Mmmm, yes." Hoshi still hadn't opened her eyes.
Malcolm reached out and took one of hands and placed it on his erection. "Care to help me with this?"
Hoshi's eyes peeled open and she smiled sexily. "Mmmm, yes, that would be nice. The shower?"
Malcolm felt relief shoot through him, Plan B had once again saved the day. Keeping his voice low, he answered, "The shower would be perfect." He stood up and drew her up with him, moving them quickly to the bathroom. With luck, after the shower, she wouldn't be depressed for the rest of the night.
Moods -- Part 4
Antsy
He couldn't stop pacing and it was driving her nuts. They were on shoreleave. The idea was to relax. There was plenty to do in the cabin, where they were sheltered from the pouring rain. She wished he'd pick up a book, go soak in the spa, or even go over the new torpedo specs--anything but pace the room. She sighed as he started his circuit again. She snapped her book shut. Enough was enough.
"Malcolm."
He stopped and looked at her. "Yes?"
"Stop pacing, damn it!"
"Hoshi, there's nothing to bloody do!"
"Read a book, watch a movie, go soak in the spa, look at the torpedo specs or do sit ups! I don't care! Just stop pacing! It's driving me fucking nuts!"
They glared at each other, and after a long moment, a crafty look appeared in his eyes. "I'm sorry, love. You are absolutely right, I do need to relax."
"Apology accepted, so find something to do that relaxes you. That's why we're here." Hoshi opened her book and started reading again.
Malcolm grinned wickedly at her. "I've finally figured out what I need to do."
"Good, good. Go and do it," said Hoshi, not looking up from her book.
He walked over to the door, testing it to see if it was securely locked. Quickly, he pulled off his shirt, kicking off his shoes as he walked back towards Hoshi. She looked up and closed her book once more. The gleam in his eyes was a familiar one, and usually a welcome one. But they were sharing the cabin with Liz, Travis, Trip and two other people from engineering.
"Malcolm," she began, "they'll all be back soon and we don't have time to..." She was cut off by his passionate kiss, one hand expertly going up her dress and caressing her clit through her panties. He sat on the edge of the recliner and pulled her onto his lap, his mouth glued to hers. His hand was still on her clit, the other on her back. She could feel his erection growing hard against her ass.
"I don't fucking bloody care if they walk in here. I want you," he growled as he kissed her. His tone sent a thrill down her spine and she grasped his head with her hands as their tongues fenced with each other.
"Gods, Malcolm," she moaned against his mouth, all thoughts of time and of being caught having gone, "oh gods..."
He lifted her off the recliner, carrying her to his bed in one of the other rooms. She wrapped her legs around him, holding on tightly as they continued to kiss. Putting her down carefully onto the bed, Malcolm stood over her, stripping off his pants and boxers, toeing off his socks. Hoshi pulled her dress over her head, and Malcolm smiled lustily at the sight of her deliciously braless breasts. Taking in the sight of her nude body, his erection grew stiffer, his cock twitching with anticipation.
He bent over her, taking one of her nipples between his teeth, lightly nibbling it. His long fingers began rolling the other nipple back and forth. As his mouth took over, suckling them into hard points, Hoshi reached up and returned the favor. He let out a long breath, shuddering with pleasure. She leaned forward to flick his nipples with her tongue and he closed his eyes, pleasure racing down his spine.
Hoshi dropped back, closing her eyes as Malcolm continued to kiss and nip at her breasts, her hands moving to caress herself. Seeing her hands play with her clit, Malcolm gave in to the urge to taste her. Moving her hands and kneeling down, he bent his head and kissed her thighs, pulling her towards the edge of the bed. She gasped loudly as he went right for her clit, his tongue lapping at her with long, firm strokes. "Oh...Malcolm...there...right...there...yes!"
He grinned as she writhed on the bed, clutching at the bedspread, pushing her hips upward to meet his tongue. He slipped two fingers into her and pressed, causing her to buck wildly. Continuing to lick her, he reached down with his free hand to stroke himself.
Malcolm's tongue and fingers wreaked havoc on Hoshi's senses. She felt her clit throb, intense pleasure rising out of her core. Her hips began to buck as he increased the pressure of his fingers and the flicking of his tongue. Through half closed eyes, Hoshi propped herself up on her elbows to view what he was doing. Seeing him stroke himself, she murmured huskily, "Get up here and let me taste you too..."
With practiced ease, Malcolm slipped his fingers out of her and moved further back onto the bed. Straddling her, he moved his cock between her breasts for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by the softness. Hoshi reached out and grasped his ass with her hands, caressing the taut, muscular cheeks, trying to push him closer. Getting up on his knees, he turned around, and leaning forward, lowered his cock into her mouth.
Keeping his weight on his arms, Malcolm bent forward and focused on Hoshi's clit. He couldn't keep from shuddering as her mouth traveled up and down his length, her dexterous tongue swirling around his shaft and the tip of his cock. One hand cupped his ass, the other caressed his balls, fondling the sac firmly. He groaned into her pussy as her tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot, and her hand traveled to rub the area between his balls and anus. He almost started to come then and there, but maintained his control, shifting his hips away from her.
Hoshi made a mewing sound of protest, which slid into a loud moan as he lowered his body next to hers and put two fingers back into her cunt. He started moving them in time with the flicking of his tongue. "Malcolm! Yes! Love you...Ohhhh...yesss..."
Her moans and cries grew louder, and her juices poured out of her as her climax grew nearer and nearer. Head thrashing, she pushed her hips upward to meet his mouth and his fingers moved faster. Her cunt tightened around his fingers and he knew she was about to come. Moving faster, he was rewarded with a long moan erupting from deep inside her throat as she shuddered over and over, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Withdrawing his hand, Malcolm locked his eyes with hers as he sat up, slowly licking his fingers, knowing that it turned her on to see him doing so. "Sweet, so sweet," he whispered, grinning lazily. Eyes still locked, he drew her legs towards him, turning her slightly on her side, lowering himself next to her. Draping one leg over hers and pulling her upper leg up and over his body, he grasped his cock and entered her slowly. Leaning all the way in, they began kissing as Malcolm pushed into her with hard, short thrusts.
Malcolm continued for several long minutes, half on top of her. Suddenly he growled impatiently, and rolling Hoshi onto her back, withdrew, pulling her until her buttocks were once again at the edge of the bed. Standing up, he repositioned her legs, drawing them up and back, and holding on to her ankles, their eyes locked. "Fuck me deep, Malcolm, deep and hard," Hoshi commanded.
Plunging deeply, he groaned and she gasped. For a moment he stayed there perfectly still, enjoying her slick warmth. Hoshi contracted her vaginal muscles around his cock, milking and squeezing him, a lusty gleam in her eyes. He started pumping into her again, moving slowly, teasingly, drawing out the sensations.
"God Hoshi, love, you feel so bloody good," groaned Malcolm.
"Harder, Malcolm, harder!" Hoshi ground out.
He proceeded to speed up, coming out as much as he could without withdrawing completely. Hoshi thrashed her head side-to-side, moaning incoherently as another orgasm shot through her, her cunt convulsing around his cock. He threw back his head as he pounded into her, his breath harsh and fast. A cry escaped his throat as his balls hardened. He moaned her name as his own orgasm exploded across his body. He shot into her, their wetness mingling, as he shook from head to toe.
Malcolm dropped Hoshi's legs and barely had enough presence of mind to avoid collapsing directly on top of her. Instead he flopped down beside her. Hoshi immediately curled up next to him, draping an arm across his chest. He cradled her with his own arms and managed to nuzzle her hair as he sought to calm his breathing.
"Mmm, better now?" Hoshi said. He glanced at her face to see that she was amused.
"Much better. I told you I figured out what I wanted to do. Now I'm feeling much more relaxed," chuckled Malcolm. Hoshi laughed softly and pulled herself closer to him.
"Good. But next time, don't drive me nuts by pacing around. Just skip over that part and go right for the sex."
Malcolm laughed and kissed Hoshi deeply. Breaking away he said, "Don't worry, love. I promise you it won't happen again. Next shore leave, if I'm antsy, I will be sure to go straight to making love with you."
~the end~