Chapter 12- Forever Girls
Trip woke up, stretching his arms out over his head and arching his back. Hearing his spine pop back into position, he rose from the ground.
He spied Hoshi sitting on a log, watching the sky, as others around him woke and stretched, packing their things, and cooking breakfast.
He spotted Travis leaving his tent, followed by none other than that ensign Christiana Dew. Hmmm …go Travis.
Trip grinned and laughed silently to himself while making his way over to Hoshi.
As he neared her, he saw her eyes light up as she watched the burning sky.
"Beautiful," he said, loud enough for her to hear.
She jumped a little, startled at his voice. Turning slightly she nodded, "Yes it is."
"Oh, see, I wasn't talkin' 'bout the sky," he grinned as she blushed profusely, swiping an errant strand of raven hair behind her ear.
"You certainly know how to flatter a girl, don't you?"
"Well, I'm not Southern for nothin', now am I?" he teased, sitting down beside her.
She smiled at him and then turned back to the sky. He did the same. A comfortable silence overtook the area as they watched the pinks and golds fade away, as the blue of the sky became more prominent.
She turned to him suddenly.
"Isn't fraternization between the crew forbidden?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, I think it is, but the Cap'n has made it pretty clear that he doesn't care much, as long as it doesn't interfere with our ability to do our jobs. Even T'Pol said something along those lines not too long ago."
"So, do you think he'll allow it? For us I mean."
"I don't see why not. We are both professionals, and he knows that. Plus, I think he trusts us not to screw up. We'll have to be extra careful, that's another reason why I want to take it slow with you. I can tell you could be a forever girl, and I want to be absolutely sure, so we don't muck things up for the Cap'n and make things uncomfortable between us."
"A forever girl?" Hoshi asked. What did that mean?
"Yeah, you know. Somebody I could see myself being with forever." Trip blushed a little.
A huge grin ignited on Hoshi's face as she flung herself into his arms.
He laughed and hugged her to him.
"Come on, we gotta go get packed up," he stood, holding out his hand to her. She grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet.
T'Pol pulled back slightly, looking Jonathan in the eyes. She raised her hand to caress his cheek. He grabbed it and pulled it to his lips, kissing her open palm. A surge of pleasure rushed through her, and she pulled away.
Now was not the time for another romantic endeavor. They needed to go meet the group at the camp.
"We mustn't. Not now. We have to meet up with the group," she said, rising from the ground.
She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked flesh. If she were a human woman, she might blush from his lascivious gaze. He took no care in being subtle about his perusal and obvious enjoyment of her body.
He stood up slowly, and walked past her, to their sleeping bags.
Now it was her turn to gaze at his scrumptious assets. His back and shoulder muscles rippled as his arms moved slightly with his stride.
His buttocks, firmed and she growled in frustration that they had to leave today. She had never known that shore leaves could be so … satisfying.
He bent over, rolling up the bags. Looking over his shoulder, he tossed her clothing to her, and then went back to work at packing up their belongings. She watched as he placed a few personal items of his into her bag, since he was unable to fit them back into his. This small unconscious action had a profound effect on her. That one small act symbolized that they were now together.
She thought back on something she had overheard Commander Tucker discussing with Lieutenant Reed. He had said that if you can handle having some of the other person's belongings mixed in with your own, then it meant forever. He had followed this up by saying he had never met his 'forever girl' and that he was unsure if he ever would.
T'Pol pulled on her pants and shirt. So, she was the captain's forever girl? She could live with that.
Hoshi finished packing and looked around the campsite. The sun was fully up now, and the camp was alive with life. Everyone was running around, packing his things, getting ready to leave.
She wondered what had happened to the captain and the sub-commander, but was sure they weren't in any danger.
Trip looked up from his bag and smiled at her. She smiled back, a few butterflies flittering around in her stomach. Still, after their night together, she was all giddy about their blossoming relationship. She had no idea what the future had in store for her, but was sure that it wouldn't be too terrible.
Taking a deep breath, she bent down and packed the few remaining items into her bag. Once she had finished, she walked over to Travis.
"Hey, are you ready to go ahead and start packing up the shuttle-pod?" she asked as she neared him.
"Yeah, just about," he replied, zipping up his pack.
Hoshi about jumped when she felt an arm go around her waist, but then realized who it was. She turned slightly in his grip and stared into his startlingly blue eyes.
"Scared you," Trip teased.
"In your dreams," she replied, unable to remove the smile from her lips. She squirmed out of his grasp and took a step back.
"You? Always," he grinned back at her.
Travis looked on at the two, his eyes wide, and a huge smirk crossing his lips.
"Anyone seen the captain?" he asked, breaking the spell between the two.
Trip turned to him and shrugged.
"Not since he went off with T'Pol yesterday. I'm sure they'll be here soon. Weren't they supposed to come back here last night?" Travis asked.
"Yeah, but they probably got distracted," Hoshi smirked and Travis chuckled in response.
"Aw, now you're insinuatin' that somethin' is goin' on with the cap'n and sub-commander," Trip groaned.
"Oh come on, everyone sees it," Hoshi said.
"I tried to tell him that yesterday, Hoshi, but the commander doesn't want to see it." Travis chirped up.
"I just can't see what you guys are talkin' 'bout. I mean, they are close because they work together, not because they wanna jump in the sack together. They are friends, nothin' more," Trip argued. "Besides, there's no way that the cap'n would go for a Vulcan. No way. Hell would freeze over before that'd happen."
Trip took a deep breath as he watched the two ensigns faces. Hoshi was looking over his shoulder and Travis' eyes had widened.
"What? What is it?" Trip asked.
"I think Hell just froze over," Hoshi said, surreptitiously pointing over his shoulder.
Continued in Chapter 13
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Trip woke up, stretching his arms out over his head and arching his back. Hearing his spine pop back into position, he rose from the ground.
He spied Hoshi sitting on a log, watching the sky, as others around him woke and stretched, packing their things, and cooking breakfast.
He spotted Travis leaving his tent, followed by none other than that ensign Christiana Dew. Hmmm …go Travis.
Trip grinned and laughed silently to himself while making his way over to Hoshi.
As he neared her, he saw her eyes light up as she watched the burning sky.
"Beautiful," he said, loud enough for her to hear.
She jumped a little, startled at his voice. Turning slightly she nodded, "Yes it is."
"Oh, see, I wasn't talkin' 'bout the sky," he grinned as she blushed profusely, swiping an errant strand of raven hair behind her ear.
"You certainly know how to flatter a girl, don't you?"
"Well, I'm not Southern for nothin', now am I?" he teased, sitting down beside her.
She smiled at him and then turned back to the sky. He did the same. A comfortable silence overtook the area as they watched the pinks and golds fade away, as the blue of the sky became more prominent.
She turned to him suddenly.
"Isn't fraternization between the crew forbidden?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, I think it is, but the Cap'n has made it pretty clear that he doesn't care much, as long as it doesn't interfere with our ability to do our jobs. Even T'Pol said something along those lines not too long ago."
"So, do you think he'll allow it? For us I mean."
"I don't see why not. We are both professionals, and he knows that. Plus, I think he trusts us not to screw up. We'll have to be extra careful, that's another reason why I want to take it slow with you. I can tell you could be a forever girl, and I want to be absolutely sure, so we don't muck things up for the Cap'n and make things uncomfortable between us."
"A forever girl?" Hoshi asked. What did that mean?
"Yeah, you know. Somebody I could see myself being with forever." Trip blushed a little.
A huge grin ignited on Hoshi's face as she flung herself into his arms.
He laughed and hugged her to him.
"Come on, we gotta go get packed up," he stood, holding out his hand to her. She grabbed it and he pulled her to her feet.
T'Pol pulled back slightly, looking Jonathan in the eyes. She raised her hand to caress his cheek. He grabbed it and pulled it to his lips, kissing her open palm. A surge of pleasure rushed through her, and she pulled away.
Now was not the time for another romantic endeavor. They needed to go meet the group at the camp.
"We mustn't. Not now. We have to meet up with the group," she said, rising from the ground.
She watched as his eyes roamed over her naked flesh. If she were a human woman, she might blush from his lascivious gaze. He took no care in being subtle about his perusal and obvious enjoyment of her body.
He stood up slowly, and walked past her, to their sleeping bags.
Now it was her turn to gaze at his scrumptious assets. His back and shoulder muscles rippled as his arms moved slightly with his stride.
His buttocks, firmed and she growled in frustration that they had to leave today. She had never known that shore leaves could be so … satisfying.
He bent over, rolling up the bags. Looking over his shoulder, he tossed her clothing to her, and then went back to work at packing up their belongings. She watched as he placed a few personal items of his into her bag, since he was unable to fit them back into his. This small unconscious action had a profound effect on her. That one small act symbolized that they were now together.
She thought back on something she had overheard Commander Tucker discussing with Lieutenant Reed. He had said that if you can handle having some of the other person's belongings mixed in with your own, then it meant forever. He had followed this up by saying he had never met his 'forever girl' and that he was unsure if he ever would.
T'Pol pulled on her pants and shirt. So, she was the captain's forever girl? She could live with that.
Hoshi finished packing and looked around the campsite. The sun was fully up now, and the camp was alive with life. Everyone was running around, packing his things, getting ready to leave.
She wondered what had happened to the captain and the sub-commander, but was sure they weren't in any danger.
Trip looked up from his bag and smiled at her. She smiled back, a few butterflies flittering around in her stomach. Still, after their night together, she was all giddy about their blossoming relationship. She had no idea what the future had in store for her, but was sure that it wouldn't be too terrible.
Taking a deep breath, she bent down and packed the few remaining items into her bag. Once she had finished, she walked over to Travis.
"Hey, are you ready to go ahead and start packing up the shuttle-pod?" she asked as she neared him.
"Yeah, just about," he replied, zipping up his pack.
Hoshi about jumped when she felt an arm go around her waist, but then realized who it was. She turned slightly in his grip and stared into his startlingly blue eyes.
"Scared you," Trip teased.
"In your dreams," she replied, unable to remove the smile from her lips. She squirmed out of his grasp and took a step back.
"You? Always," he grinned back at her.
Travis looked on at the two, his eyes wide, and a huge smirk crossing his lips.
"Anyone seen the captain?" he asked, breaking the spell between the two.
Trip turned to him and shrugged.
"Not since he went off with T'Pol yesterday. I'm sure they'll be here soon. Weren't they supposed to come back here last night?" Travis asked.
"Yeah, but they probably got distracted," Hoshi smirked and Travis chuckled in response.
"Aw, now you're insinuatin' that somethin' is goin' on with the cap'n and sub-commander," Trip groaned.
"Oh come on, everyone sees it," Hoshi said.
"I tried to tell him that yesterday, Hoshi, but the commander doesn't want to see it." Travis chirped up.
"I just can't see what you guys are talkin' 'bout. I mean, they are close because they work together, not because they wanna jump in the sack together. They are friends, nothin' more," Trip argued. "Besides, there's no way that the cap'n would go for a Vulcan. No way. Hell would freeze over before that'd happen."
Trip took a deep breath as he watched the two ensigns faces. Hoshi was looking over his shoulder and Travis' eyes had widened.
"What? What is it?" Trip asked.
"I think Hell just froze over," Hoshi said, surreptitiously pointing over his shoulder.
Continued in Chapter 13
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