It starts with dreaming

Malcolm leaned his head against the wall as the shower covered him in cold water, he sucked in a breath then shook his head.

Hoshi Sato was a beautiful woman, he had thought so the moment he had set eyes on her but being professional he had kept his distance from her but today he had almost been very unprofessional, he still remembered her small delicate hands clutching the towels with which to dry him off, nearing a sensitive area, he let out a small moan as his own hand ran down his stomach in order to quench the desire he felt pooling in his lower stomach.

He glanced down to see how hard he had become, he sighed shaking his head as he brushed his fingertips over the head of his dick imagining it to be her fingers instead, his fingers ghosted the underside of the shaft before engulfing the whole thing in his hand as he quickly brought himself to orgasm, his breaths coming in loud strained pants.

He turned & allowed the water to clean him off before stepping out & wrapping a towel around his lower half, he all but collapsed onto his bed, his eyes closing for mere minutes as he daydreamed what it would be like to have Hoshi with him right now.

His eyes snapped open, he was due on the Bridge & he was going to be late, Captain Archer would not like that, he would not like that either.

He quickly threw his clothes on, stopping to glance in the mirror to ensure it looked alright before turning & marching out of the door straight to the Bridge.

Captain Archer smiled at him "Good Morning Malcolm, I thought I was going to have to come waken you myself"

Malcolm inclined his head & apologised, he reached his station & noticed Trip sending him a side long glance, with his eyebrow raised at him, Malcolm settled in his chair then leaned over.

"Everything alright?" He asked Trip.

"Yup except you look mightily flushed there…" Trip smirked at him, almost as if he knew what Malcolm had been up to, of course that was not true, he doubted anyone knew of his lustful thoughts about the Communications Officer.

Malcolm shook his head, gave Trip an indignant look before replying "well I was rushing here to be here on time."

The end of his shift could not come quick enough, he nodded at the woman that replaced him for the next shift then slowly headed to the Mess Hall.

His pulled out a PADD & placed it on a table in the back corner of the room before heading up to get some coffee & a chicken sandwich, he made his way back to the table, his eyes not looking at anywhere in particular but they caught sight of Hoshi sitting with Nurse Hathaway, she was laughing, her head thrown back, neck exposed, her eyes glistening with mirth, he swallowed awkwardly as he felt himself become aroused, the thought of her cheeks being flushed like that as he made sensuous love to her suddenly filled his mind.

He tripped, sending his coffee & sandwich to the floor, his neck & face flushed crimson as he realised everyone was staring at him.

Hoshi stood up & came over to help him sort the mess out, they both reached for the coffee cup at the same time, their hands touching, eyes darting up to stare at each other, both their faces blushed but neither could move.

Someone cleared their throat, as it was Trip "Jeez Malcolm, ye sure are clumsy today huh?"

Malcolm cast a look at him that would have killed him if he had been able to kill with a look, instead he stood up albeit stiffly taking the plate, cup & ruined dinner & tossing it into the bin.

Hoshi was still crouched on the floor, looking up at him through her lashes, he almost groaned at that look but instead he huffed, turned away to get more & retreated to the sanctuary of his table in the corner.

He saw her slowly get up, dust herself off then walk back to the table she had been sharing with Nurse Hathaway, she must have said something as the other woman shook her head then she simply walked out of the Mess Hall.

That night Malcolm was tossing & turning in his bed, he could not get the images of Hoshi out of his head, he sighed then reached out to turn the light on before grabbing a book, knowing sleep would not claim him anytime soon.