Title: Lust
Author: nostalgia
Rated: R
Categories/Warnings: Het. Angsty. Bad words. Slash reference.
Summary: 155-word Ficlet: Hoshi and Malcolm.
Disclaim: Braga, Berman & the Dark Lord Satan all have more right to these characters than I do.
A date?: November 2002
Author's Random Shit: The third of the 'seven sins'. Don't worry, they aren't all connected, so you don't need to have read the others. If you feel the need, though, they're at http://bitextual.gatefiction.com/nostalgia/7sins.htm
For Jyorraku, who wanted R/S angst.
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"Come back to bed."
"I can't."
She pushes herself up on her elbow, runs a hand through her own hair. "Why not?"
"I'm your superior officer. I shouldn't be..."
[fucking you hard and fast against a wall in the armoury, sweat and skin and pounding heartbeats]
"...getting involved."
She smiles, relived. "Is that all?"
"'All'? If anyone knew that we were..."
[having each other more times and more ways than i have words for]
"...seeing each other..."
"You think anyone would care? Seriously?"
"The Captain..."
"Is probably going down on Trip as we speak."
He flinches, and she laughs. "You're so straight-laced, you know that?"
"It's been mentioned a few times." He presses his hand against the glass, starlight on his skin. "Do you find me irritating?"
"You can be a little..."
[frustrating, touchy, repressed, stereotypical, suicidal]
"...worrying from time to time. You just need to relax more."
He sighs and starts naming the stars.