Title: The Twilight Zone .
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Code: S, R, C
Genre: Horror/Humor
Summary: Malcolm realizes a hard truth.
Notes: My third in the 'Hard Vulcan Truths' series.
Beta: Jessica and Chrysa
Other notes: This fic isn't too nice to Malcolm, so be forewarned .
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Ever since returning from the frozen dead Malcolm had been preoccupied with T'Pol's bum. He caught himself staring at the curve of it at the most inopportune times, wondering how it would feel pressed against him as she sat on his lap. At night he would lay awake, imagining how the smooth flesh would feel under his palm, if it could be as tight and firm as it looked. Yes, the Sub-commander and her bum had quite taken over Malcolm's thoughts, conscious and unconscious; so it was no surprise that when he heard her name spoken in the mess hall his ears picked up.
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"Men are such pigs."
"Huh?" Hoshi looked up at Liz, a frown on her face.
"Eddie and I have been dating . what? . three months? Yet whenever the Sub- commander walks in the room his eyes, as well as ninety-five percent of the men, go directly to her chest." Liz snorted inelegantly.
Turning, Hoshi followed Liz's gaze to see, in fact, all the male crewmembers with their eyes glued to an area about 25 centimeters under T'Pol's chin. All except Lieutenants Day and Hewitt. They only had eyes for each other.
"Men are pigs."
"You said that already." Hoshi laughed as she went back to her lunch.
"It bears repeating." A disgruntled Liz only picked at her meal. "I'd kill for a rack like that."
". they're fake."
"What?!?"
Hoshi dropped her voice. "Her breasts are prosthetics. So is the back."
"The back? . Oh! Her ass is fake too? How do you know?"
"I had to take a report to her one night. She was in the bathroom, just coming out of the shower. Flat as a board."
"You're kidding." Liz's eyes were round as saucers, her mouth open in shock.
"Nope." Hoshi leaned back and crossed her heart. A choking sound caused her to turn around.
"Malcolm? Are you all right?" Hoshi got up and patted the Lieutenant on the back.
"Fine. I'm fine." Still coughing, Malcolm gathered up his PADDs and beat a hasty exit.
Hoshi watched him leave. "I wonder what that was all about."
Liz shrugged. "Men."
Author: Josephine
Email: Lovellama@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Code: S, R, C
Genre: Horror/Humor
Summary: Malcolm realizes a hard truth.
Notes: My third in the 'Hard Vulcan Truths' series.
Beta: Jessica and Chrysa
Other notes: This fic isn't too nice to Malcolm, so be forewarned .
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Ever since returning from the frozen dead Malcolm had been preoccupied with T'Pol's bum. He caught himself staring at the curve of it at the most inopportune times, wondering how it would feel pressed against him as she sat on his lap. At night he would lay awake, imagining how the smooth flesh would feel under his palm, if it could be as tight and firm as it looked. Yes, the Sub-commander and her bum had quite taken over Malcolm's thoughts, conscious and unconscious; so it was no surprise that when he heard her name spoken in the mess hall his ears picked up.
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"Men are such pigs."
"Huh?" Hoshi looked up at Liz, a frown on her face.
"Eddie and I have been dating . what? . three months? Yet whenever the Sub- commander walks in the room his eyes, as well as ninety-five percent of the men, go directly to her chest." Liz snorted inelegantly.
Turning, Hoshi followed Liz's gaze to see, in fact, all the male crewmembers with their eyes glued to an area about 25 centimeters under T'Pol's chin. All except Lieutenants Day and Hewitt. They only had eyes for each other.
"Men are pigs."
"You said that already." Hoshi laughed as she went back to her lunch.
"It bears repeating." A disgruntled Liz only picked at her meal. "I'd kill for a rack like that."
". they're fake."
"What?!?"
Hoshi dropped her voice. "Her breasts are prosthetics. So is the back."
"The back? . Oh! Her ass is fake too? How do you know?"
"I had to take a report to her one night. She was in the bathroom, just coming out of the shower. Flat as a board."
"You're kidding." Liz's eyes were round as saucers, her mouth open in shock.
"Nope." Hoshi leaned back and crossed her heart. A choking sound caused her to turn around.
"Malcolm? Are you all right?" Hoshi got up and patted the Lieutenant on the back.
"Fine. I'm fine." Still coughing, Malcolm gathered up his PADDs and beat a hasty exit.
Hoshi watched him leave. "I wonder what that was all about."
Liz shrugged. "Men."