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Title: Chopped Liver
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Challenge from CJ
Codes: Tu/S
Summary: First Kiss
Notes: Feisty!Hoshi
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"So Commander, I heard the Captain and the Lieutenant found you and the Princess in a . compromising position today." Travis nudged Malcolm as they caught up with Trip coming out off the mess hall. None of the men saw Hoshi not two meters behind them. "So did you and the Princess . you know ." The helmsman smirked at Trip as they made their way down the corridor.
Hoshi rolled her eyes.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells." Trip looked decidedly smug. "But just between us ." He tapered off, placing an index finger along side of his nose.
"Damn, sir! How do you end up with all the women?" Shaking his head, Travis looked at Trip with something close to awe.
"There hasn't been that many." A poor attempt at humility passed over Trip's face.
Hoshi bit back a snort.
"There was the Xyrillian." Malcolm started to hold up his fingers. "And the bird living with her father and all the holographs ."
"Well, ya gotta admit th' women out here aren't like the ones they grow back home."
"Remember the two women on Rigel X with those long tongues?" Travis was grinning from ear to ear.
"They did seem rather . deft with them." Malcolm wore an answering grin.
"I think Risa was th' most amazin'. Nearly ever'y shape and form you could ever want. Friendliest bunch I ever saw too." Almost in unison the men sighed, conveniently forgetting the less reputable aspects of the female company they had found on Risa.
"Excuse me." Hoshi's voice cut through their reminiscing, causing them to turn and look back at her.
Hands on hips, she looked at each of them in turn. "I realize it's the nature of the beast to talk about women and that boys like things that are shiny and new and exotic, but your 'so called' home grown versions have a lot going for them." With every word she moved closer to the group. Trip and Travis couldn't look her in the eye, while Malcolm just stood there with a condescending look on his face, which infuriated Hoshi even more. "And if you'd stop obsessing about butterfly eating, pregnancy inducing, Vulcan Butt Goddess aliens, you just might come to realize it!"
"Aw, Hoshi ." Travis' face was covered in a blush. "It's just that ."
"It's not that we like them any more than you, darlin' ."
"Besides, have you seen these women?" Malcolm leered at the other men.
"Arg!!" Without warning, Hoshi pressed herself against Trip, pulling his head down for a kiss. Caught off balance, his arms automatically went around her as her tongue traced his lips, slipping into his mouth. The kiss deepened as Travis and Malcolm stared at the couple, watching as Hoshi arched into Trip and his arms tightened around her, one hand coming down to cup her bottom. The two men couldn't believe that this termagant assaulting the Chief Engineer was their timid Communications Officer.
Breaking off the kiss, Hoshi straightened her uniform. "Put that in your alien Princess pipe and smoke it." Without another word or a backward glance, she spun around and strode off, leaving three stunned men in her wake.
"Well," said Malcolm in the ensuing silence. "They're not going to wait the movie for us." He walked on, followed by Travis. "Coming, Commander?"
"Uh, yeah ." Slowly Trip trailed after them, looking back the way Hoshi had gone, a thoughtful look on his face.
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Title: Chopped Liver
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Challenge from CJ
Codes: Tu/S
Summary: First Kiss
Notes: Feisty!Hoshi
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"So Commander, I heard the Captain and the Lieutenant found you and the Princess in a . compromising position today." Travis nudged Malcolm as they caught up with Trip coming out off the mess hall. None of the men saw Hoshi not two meters behind them. "So did you and the Princess . you know ." The helmsman smirked at Trip as they made their way down the corridor.
Hoshi rolled her eyes.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells." Trip looked decidedly smug. "But just between us ." He tapered off, placing an index finger along side of his nose.
"Damn, sir! How do you end up with all the women?" Shaking his head, Travis looked at Trip with something close to awe.
"There hasn't been that many." A poor attempt at humility passed over Trip's face.
Hoshi bit back a snort.
"There was the Xyrillian." Malcolm started to hold up his fingers. "And the bird living with her father and all the holographs ."
"Well, ya gotta admit th' women out here aren't like the ones they grow back home."
"Remember the two women on Rigel X with those long tongues?" Travis was grinning from ear to ear.
"They did seem rather . deft with them." Malcolm wore an answering grin.
"I think Risa was th' most amazin'. Nearly ever'y shape and form you could ever want. Friendliest bunch I ever saw too." Almost in unison the men sighed, conveniently forgetting the less reputable aspects of the female company they had found on Risa.
"Excuse me." Hoshi's voice cut through their reminiscing, causing them to turn and look back at her.
Hands on hips, she looked at each of them in turn. "I realize it's the nature of the beast to talk about women and that boys like things that are shiny and new and exotic, but your 'so called' home grown versions have a lot going for them." With every word she moved closer to the group. Trip and Travis couldn't look her in the eye, while Malcolm just stood there with a condescending look on his face, which infuriated Hoshi even more. "And if you'd stop obsessing about butterfly eating, pregnancy inducing, Vulcan Butt Goddess aliens, you just might come to realize it!"
"Aw, Hoshi ." Travis' face was covered in a blush. "It's just that ."
"It's not that we like them any more than you, darlin' ."
"Besides, have you seen these women?" Malcolm leered at the other men.
"Arg!!" Without warning, Hoshi pressed herself against Trip, pulling his head down for a kiss. Caught off balance, his arms automatically went around her as her tongue traced his lips, slipping into his mouth. The kiss deepened as Travis and Malcolm stared at the couple, watching as Hoshi arched into Trip and his arms tightened around her, one hand coming down to cup her bottom. The two men couldn't believe that this termagant assaulting the Chief Engineer was their timid Communications Officer.
Breaking off the kiss, Hoshi straightened her uniform. "Put that in your alien Princess pipe and smoke it." Without another word or a backward glance, she spun around and strode off, leaving three stunned men in her wake.
"Well," said Malcolm in the ensuing silence. "They're not going to wait the movie for us." He walked on, followed by Travis. "Coming, Commander?"
"Uh, yeah ." Slowly Trip trailed after them, looking back the way Hoshi had gone, a thoughtful look on his face.
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