Apparently, Trip had no idea that Hoshi and I were dating. The hurt look on
his face was one to rival Porthos' when I say he can't have any cheese ---.
But you always give in.
I'm getting better. He hasn't had any in at least three days.
Try yesterday morning, Jon.
I believe we were talking about our Chief Engineer? After Trip had calmed down, Malcolm told us how they had been conspiring to let everyone know about our 'secret' relationship. Daring rescues, mud wrestling between Hoshi and Ensign Cordoza for my favors, it ran the gamut. Only Trip would come up with outlandish scenarios like that. Malcolm apologized later for not paying attention when I told him, I said that was ok; the Texas cheerleaders could be . distracting.
Beast.
Trip mumbled something about how I should have made sure he was listening, then shook my hand and congratulated me, like I won some sort of prize.
You did.
Since then he's kept popping up in the strangest places for no reason that I can fathom.
He's stalking us! It's like he's waiting to catch us kissing in the turbo lift or something.
That sounds interesting. I've never done it in a turbo lift before ---
And you never will!
Want to bet? Besides, we're not in a lift now -
Jon! What about your log? You haven't finished yet! Mmph! --- I guess it can wait -
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The lift door slid open to a sight one usually didn't witness on the Enterprise. Trip stared in shock for a moment, then held up a hand, turning his head and closing his eyes.
"I did not need to see that!" He cracked an eyelid in time to see Jon and Hoshi step apart, a sheepish expression on Jon's face. Jon ran his fingers through his hair as Hoshi tugged down her t-shirt.
Trip shook his head. "The turbo lift? Really, Cap'n." Trip tried, really tried, to keep a straight face.
"Someone lost a bet." Jon looked at Hoshi, who coolly glanced at both men.
"If you'll excuse me? My Sunday morning pancakes are waiting." Chin up, Hoshi sailed out of the lift, not looking back to see if Jon was following.
Jon gestured in Hoshi's direction. "Gotta go." With a wry grin he took off.
Entering the lift, Trip shook his head at the sight of Jon running after Hoshi. "Couldn't have happened to a better man --"
Finis
But you always give in.
I'm getting better. He hasn't had any in at least three days.
Try yesterday morning, Jon.
I believe we were talking about our Chief Engineer? After Trip had calmed down, Malcolm told us how they had been conspiring to let everyone know about our 'secret' relationship. Daring rescues, mud wrestling between Hoshi and Ensign Cordoza for my favors, it ran the gamut. Only Trip would come up with outlandish scenarios like that. Malcolm apologized later for not paying attention when I told him, I said that was ok; the Texas cheerleaders could be . distracting.
Beast.
Trip mumbled something about how I should have made sure he was listening, then shook my hand and congratulated me, like I won some sort of prize.
You did.
Since then he's kept popping up in the strangest places for no reason that I can fathom.
He's stalking us! It's like he's waiting to catch us kissing in the turbo lift or something.
That sounds interesting. I've never done it in a turbo lift before ---
And you never will!
Want to bet? Besides, we're not in a lift now -
Jon! What about your log? You haven't finished yet! Mmph! --- I guess it can wait -
----------
The lift door slid open to a sight one usually didn't witness on the Enterprise. Trip stared in shock for a moment, then held up a hand, turning his head and closing his eyes.
"I did not need to see that!" He cracked an eyelid in time to see Jon and Hoshi step apart, a sheepish expression on Jon's face. Jon ran his fingers through his hair as Hoshi tugged down her t-shirt.
Trip shook his head. "The turbo lift? Really, Cap'n." Trip tried, really tried, to keep a straight face.
"Someone lost a bet." Jon looked at Hoshi, who coolly glanced at both men.
"If you'll excuse me? My Sunday morning pancakes are waiting." Chin up, Hoshi sailed out of the lift, not looking back to see if Jon was following.
Jon gestured in Hoshi's direction. "Gotta go." With a wry grin he took off.
Entering the lift, Trip shook his head at the sight of Jon running after Hoshi. "Couldn't have happened to a better man --"
Finis
