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"Congratulate me," Hoshi said as she smiled at Malcolm. He was sitting and having lunch and was surprised to see her around so much food.

"Congratulations," Malcolm said as he eyed her funnily.

Hoshi sat down with a bowl of soup and happily picked up a spoon.

"What am I congratulating you for?" Malcolm asked, with a smirk.

"I have not lost my stomach contents in over 24 hours," Hoshi said as she raised the spoon to her mouth. She was having a broth soup; she wasn't tempting fate.

"That's amazing Hosh," Malcolm said as he patted her knee. "You hadn't said last night that…"

"I was waiting for it to be a full 24 hours," she said before she raised the spoon to her mouth. "I'm still sticking with broths for a few days but Phlox seems to think I've passed that phase."

Malcolm smiled broadly. "I think you are wise to still watch what you eat."

"I'm not going back there," Hoshi said sadly. "I will be very happy as there's more time that is placed between me and a my relationship with the toilet."

"Or my dresser drawer," Malcolm said. He still couldn't get the funky undertone of bile out of his quarters.

"Would you rather it was all over you?" Hoshi asked.

Truthfully, he would have been happier. Uniforms can be thrown out, bodies can be washed, but the drawer…

"No," he lied.

"You got off better than the Captain," Hoshi said. "That one incident was nasty. It took the wax off his boots."

"I remember," Malcolm nodded. "Well, onwards."

"Agreed," Hoshi said. "Did you hear we're on an intercept course with another Starfleet vessel?"

"I had heard something," Malcolm said in a low voice. "I haven't been told why."

"Scientific team to study what's happening," Hoshi said in a whisper. "Apparently, they don't trust T'Pol's findings."

"What findings?" Malcolm asked.

"That there's nothing to find, I guess," Hoshi said quietly. "She's not pleased."

"I can imagine," Malcolm noted. "I wouldn't want o be Trip or the Captain right about now. I imagine Trip is experiencing her personal wrath and the Captain her professional wrath."

"I haven't seen her on the Bridge all day," Hoshi said. "She must be stewing in a lab somewhere."

"Probably," Malcolm agreed.

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T'Pol crammed her left breast into his mouth while she rocked above him. Trip felt like he couldn't breathe and turned his head to the side, only to be met with her pulling back and slamming onto his shaft with such force he almost squealed.

"Darlin, I know you aren't yourself," Trip said as he sat up slightly, his breath ragged. "But if you hurt me, you aren't going to be getting much action. I need to be able to breath and my penis needs to not be broken."

T'Pol looked down at him with tears and her eyes and jumped off his body as if he were on fire.

"T'Pol," Trip said as he too rose and walked toward her, she was turned with her back to him in the corner of their room. "I'm sorry, but you're going to hurt me and…"

"I apologize," T'Pol said, her voice breaking and soft.

"Darlin," Trip said as he turned her around and pulled her into his arms. "Let's just be a little less forceful with my weak human body, okay?"

He felt T'Pol nod against his chest. She had entered what had been termed a "mild, pregnancy-induced pon farr," as of yesterday and Trip was trying to place some controls on a situation that felt out of control from the moment it began. She had been insatiable and, to get some sleep, he had sedated her; an option he hadn't wanted to use but had needed to, for the safety of both of them. And now they had spent an entire morning in what seemed to be one non-stop sexual encounter that showed few signs of abating. Truthfully, he was tired, a little done with sex, and just wanted to be alone for a few hours without someone placing demands on him. But, that wasn't an option.

"How about some neuropressure? That helped you calm down earlier," Trip hedged. He had an almost constant, and annoying erection because of an injection Phlox had given him and no matter how many times he released himself into her, it stayed. A good thing too, considering her demands on him.

"I just…" T'Pol said as she rubbed herself against him seductively.

"Darlin…" Trip sighed. He needed to stall.

"How are you feeling today? How's the baby?" Trip asked as he stepped back slightly.

"He's fine," T'Pol said as she stepped toward him.

"Love, I think maybe we should…" Trips started.

He didn't finish what he'd started because her mouth was on his. Her hands were already pumping his cock and she was pushing him toward a chair.

"T'Pol…" Trip started to protest but she had his ass in a chair, and he was inside her before he finished a sentence.

"Now, Trip," she huffed above him and she rose and fell, rose and fell, again and again.

Trip sat back and dropped his head back against the wall behind him, defeated. He closed his eyes and waited for her to finish. Twenty minutes later she collapsed against him and started to cry. He wrapped an arm loosely around her; he wanted to comfort her, but he just couldn't. This had gone beyond the point of sex, she was now going to just use him until her pon farr was done. He knew it, she knew it, and there really wasn't anything either of them could do about it.

T'Pol rose off of him and walked to the window to look outside. Trip rose, walked toward her and cupped her shoulder before he kissed it and then went to lay down on their bed facing the ceiling. Twenty minutes later, she walked over to him and he helped her climb on top. The next ten hours were a blur that left him dehydrated, chaffed, a little sad and really, really, tired.

When he woke to a soft cock and a sleeping T'Pol, Trip felt a great sense of relief. He rose from his spot next to her and ran his hands through his hair before he rose and looked down at her. She was naked, her skin was blotchy, she had a red rash on her breasts, and she had fluids dried on her thighs. He looked down at his two broken fingers, his bruised thighs, some bite marks on his stomach and his sad looking cock and cringed.

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Jon paced back and forth in his quarters waiting for her. Anna had old him she wanted to talk and when he tried to probe further she had told him they would speak tonight. It had been two weeks since they found out she was pregnant. Two weeks of awkward encounters in the hallway, quiet talks and sleepless nights. He didn't want to pressure her, as the man in this situation and her Captain, he didn't want to influence her choice.

But, truthfully, he wanted to have the child. If it had been anyone else he would have been completely fine with an abortion, but Anna was different. He wasn't sure why, but he felt completely at ease with her, well, until the last two weeks while he awaited her decision. They had spent a night in each others arms, many days before that talking, and many days until they found out about the baby, flirting. He wanted to go back any of those days instead of this.

The buzzer rang on his door and Jon sat down in a chair, trying to look less nervous.

"Come in," Jon called as he opened up a file and pretended to read it.

Anna walked inside and stopped, folding her arms over her chest.

"You wanted to talk?" Jon asked casually as he closed the file in his hands.

"What are you reading?" Anna asked with a nod toward the file.

"Oh, uh, nothing important," Jon said as he watched Anna pluck the file from his hand. "Hey, you don't have clearance."

"Well, what was it about?" Anna asked, flirty.

"Personnel," Jon said as he reached for the file.

Anna glanced down and then handed it back to him.

"We should invest in the new thrusters," Anna said, seeing that the file was about equipment acquisition and no personnel.

"Should we?" Jon asked, with a smirk.

"Yes, you'd be a fool to turn down the new model," Anna said as she sat down on the edge of his bed. "Jon, we need to talk."

Jon clapped his hands together and nodded as he leaned forward on his knees.

"And please don't say one more time that you support whatever decision I make," Anna sighed as she looked at him.

"Fine," Jon smiled at her.

"I've been thinking these last two weeks and, and, if this had happened a year ago, there wouldn't be a question about my choice," Anna said. "And as much as I'm independent and…"

"Anna?"

"Jon, I'm interested in having this baby if you are interested in being involved, but if you aren't, then I'm not doing this alone," Anna said. "And I say that not because I want to trap you, or put pressure on you, but because…"

"I'm in," Jon said as he reached across and took her hands in his.

"Are you merely saying that because…?"

"No, I'm saying this because I wanted this," Jon said. "Yes, it's ultimately your choice, but if I could provide some input, I want this baby."

"You do?" Anna asked, her face alit.

"Do you?" Jon asked.

"Shockingly, I do," Anna laughed.

"Well then," Jon chuckled. "I guess we're having a baby."

"We are," Anna nodded.

"Okay, so, what now?" Jon asked.

"Now, we…we stop acting so weird around each other," Anna chuckled. "These last couple of weeks have been…"

"Yeah," Jon smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to pressure you in any way and…"

"Well, now we're decided, so let's move forward," Anna said.

"How about we start with dinner, just the two of us," Jon offered.

Anna smiled. "I'd like that."

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TBC