Trip strode over and grabbed Buffy by the arm, dragging her to the beach to yell at her.

            "Why did ya do it? Are you crazy? You didn't know what you were getting into!" He shouted and Buffy pulled back, her eyes stormy with emotion. He continued to yell and she couldn't fit in a word edgewise.

 She took another step back, making him stop and shook her head, "This is what I do. I have to Trip. It may be a hundred years from my past but my destiny to help hasn't changed." She spat angrily. Trip reached forward to grab her shoulders to shake some sense into her when she held up a hand, "Since you know what I am and obviously can't handle it, we're over."

She walked away and Trip shouted, "You're runnin' away from this."

            Buffy turned, her face was flushed with anger, "and you're not facing what I am. I won't change for you or any man. Go to hell Commander Tucker." And she walked away.

            Everyone had watched involuntarily, it was like a train wreck, you couldn't look away. Malcolm shot a look at the Captain, then jogged down the beach where Buffy was heading. Jon sighed and walked down to Trip, whose fear and stubbornness had just cost him something incredibly special.

             Buffy was crying as she walked away from the man who had helped her cope in this new world she had been dropped into. She felt movement beside her and saw out of the corner of her eye that it was Malcolm.

            "Here." He held out his handkerchief and she stopped and took it. She wiped her streaming eyes and blew her nose. "Thanks Malcolm." She looked at the beautiful double sunset and sighed. She had plans to spend time in this romantic place and now all she wanted to do was leave.

            "Are you alright?" he asked quietly, aware of the misery that flowed out of her.

            Buffy shuddered a sigh, straightened her shoulders and nodded. "I'm good."

            Trip was miserable. Buffy wouldn't even acknowledge his existence and he felt stupid pushing it in front of their friends. She left the island early and he stayed late and got roaring drunk. The news that they were over swept the ship and for Trip, popular as he was, there were many sympathetic looks from the men and disgusted looks from the women.

            Buffy and Trip's very public blow up made it tense for a while. Buffy hung out with Travis, Hoshi and Malcolm while Trip buried himself in his warp engines and complaining to the Captain.

            After about a month the Captain had enough and told Trip it was his own damn fault. The second month was a little easier, though the overtures Trip made to Buffy were rebuffed harshly. She worked out more, adding loud music she had found on the ship's files for atmosphere.  Then she added a Tai Chi class to her self-defense classes. Busy busy, must keep busy. Well, she was busy enough but rarely slept well. 

            The third month the Captain was pathetically grateful when T'pol had found a "M' class planet. The distraction was what the crew needed if the planet proved hospitable to humans. When Trip learned Buffy was headed planetside, he had begged off and stayed in Engineering.

            Buffy was relieved. She wasn't mad anymore, just disappointed that Trip couldn't have accepted her for who she was. She hoped that eventually they would be friends again, but knew that was for future wishing.

            The away team consisted of the Captain, Buffy, and T'pol. They landed on a green meadow and when the door to the shuttlepod opened Buffy sneezed.

            She waved her hands and sneezed two more times, accepting the Captain's handkerchief with a muffled thanks. "I'm getting a collection of these I need to get back to you and Malcolm."  He chuckled, "Please, keep it."

            They climbed out and Buffy gradually relaxed, enjoying the beauty of the planet. She stuck by the Captain who was as happy as a kid in a candy store.

            "Have you ever seen purple water?" he asked in amazement and Buffy wandered over to look at it, "Eww. Why is it purple? Or do you call that color mauve?" She asked facetiously, making him chuckle. His eyes eagerly roved over her, enjoying the sight of her bright hair in the sunshine.

            "I don't know. I'm going to take a sample." He leaned forward and almost pitched head first into the pond. Only Buffy's quick reflexes in grabbing his uniform shirt kept him from falling.

"Whoa there, let's not go swimming. We don't know what kind of yucky things might be in there."

He took the sample, then leaned back and let her help him stand up. She smiled, watching him eyeing his sample with boyish delight. Buffy shook her head and watched T'pol as she took her own samples.

            She checked her wrist unit, "We've been here two hours. We have green grass, purple water and weird trees. It's been long enough, let's get back up and check 'em out." She looked around.

            He grinned down at her as they walked, "Not much for science?"

            "Not even for a second, thank you very much."

            Buffy was starting to feel a little warm as she boarded the shuttlepod for the trip back. As they traveled Buffy began to feel uncomfortably hot and when she looked at the Captain he was pulling at his collar too.

            "Hey T'pol?" Buffy said and watched the Vulcan turn in her seat. "The Captain and I must have caught some sort of bug." Captain Archer looked back at Buffy in surprise. Her face was flushed, her skin dewy and damp tendrils of her hair curled wildly. She looked like she had just finished having sex.

 'Whoa! Where did that thought come from?' he thought in shock.

T'pol examined them both closely and nodded, "You have elevated heart rates and are sweating profusely." She turned and alerted Dr. Phlox who replied he would have the decontamination chamber ready. "I was born on Vulcan." She commented.

Captain Archer and Buffy looked at T'pol, "Because we were born on Earth we're having the allergic reaction or whatever?" he asked and T'pol nodded. "That would be the logical conclusion."

Doctor Phlox, as unfailingly cheerful as usual met them at the shuttle bay. He cleared T'pol after her decontamination, making her change into clean clothes and destroying the ones from the planet. Then Buffy and Captain Archer were place in the decontamination unit and a tube of gel was slid in. "Undress and use the gel." Phlox said.

Buffy stripped to her bra and underwear and the Captain stripped to his blue underwear that failed to hide anything. She couldn't help notice how large he was. 'Oh boy'.  Buffy was really starting to feel warm now. She took a squirt of the gel and handed it over before she started spreading it all over. They passed the tube back and forth until Buffy tried to reach her back.

"Turn around." He said huskily and Buffy saw that his eyes were dilated and he was aroused. Muted alarm bells were ringing as she turned around in a daze. He began smoothing the gel and she wanted to moan. When her back was finished she turned to do his, stretching up, leaning herself against his bare back to reach his shoulders. She could feel his muscles ripple under her fingertips as his breath caught. She stepped back and he turned, his eyes meeting hers.

Jon swallowed and tried to gather his fraying self control together. They both jumped as the light switched off and the door opened, "Ready?" Dr. Phlox chirped. They rushed out and while Dr. Phlox noticed their flushed faces, he put it down to erratic human behavior. They quickly got dressed, not meeting each other's eyes and left sickbay.

His quarters were first and as he stopped, she stopped as if an invisible force held her there, "Well, I'm going." She said breathlessly, making one last effort to avoid the disaster she could see coming. Then his eyes caught hers.

Slowly, as if in a dream, his hand rose to caress her face and he leaned over to kiss her. As soon as their mouths touched the heat swept out of control. When they couldn't breath he stepped back and shakily tapped out his code and opened his door. Porthos slept in his corner, not bothered by their late arrival. Buffy hesitated for a fraction of a second before succumbing to the plea in her Captain's eyes.

They fell into each other's arms, pulling clothing off and dropping it where they stood. She couldn't keep her hands off of him, running them restlessly over his chest, using the flat of her palms to rub over his nipples.

Jon's hands were busy on her breasts, cupping, rubbing the nipples, then moving to caress her back, her bottom, her thighs. Buffy shuddered and pressed herself against him and they both moaned desperately, wanting to be inside the other. He kissed her, all tongue and teeth and she responded in kind, gently nipping his bottom lip then sucking it. This caused him to jerk her against him, his erection like iron against her abdomen. She slid her hands to his shoulders and he lifted her up. He slid her onto the head of his cock and slowly lowered her, as she wrapped her legs around him, driving him in deep. The feelings were overwhelming as they fed off of each other's passion and their climax caught them like a storm.

He carried her over to his bed and gently released her so she could slide tortuously down his body. He gasped at the feelings that it started and Buffy smiled, pulling him into the bed with her. This time he was trying to make it last but failing miserably as they were caught up again. Their eyes were wide and surprised at the sensations and feelings. This climax was gentler and they slid into sleep, cuddled together.

Sometime during the night Buffy awoke to feel him hard and ready behind her. "Jon." She moaned his name, already aroused and he awoke instantly. He slowly slid himself inside her and they rocked together gently, letting the friction bring them over the edge.

It was later as Jon awoke to find Buffy straddling his hard on. He watched the beautiful woman slowly slide down onto him, her head thrust back exposing the line of her taut body to his gaze, his hands came up to rub her nipples, making her tighten around his cock and making them moan together. Their movements became frantic as she slid up and down his length, harder and faster until the resulting climax made them cry out, he still inside of her and she on top of him.

Buffy woke up slowly, trying to figure out where she was. She moaned as she moved, feeling stiff and sore in places she didn't even know she had. Strong arms banded around her middle and a sleepy chuckle rumbled under her ear. She was still impaled on a hard cock when suddenly the owner of said cock gasped.

Opening her eyes with a snap she looked in to her Captain's surprised, dismayed and very aroused eyes.

"Oh crap." Buffy breathed, realizing that something was wrong, then moaned and tightened around him, beginning to move involuntarily.

Jon closed his eyes in disbelief, "It's just a dream, it's just a dream." He chanted, thrusting himself up inside her until they climaxed, he with a grunt and she with his name.

They cautiously opened their eyes and Buffy shook her head, "Not a dream." She groaned and lay limply on his chest. As gently as he could he pulled out of her and laid her to his side, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Oh god, what happened?" He asked out loud.

"I'm not exactly sure, but it involved boinking each other silly." She said helpfully and he looked at her in amused disbelief, his memories on fast forward in his mind.

"Wow."

Buffy sighed, "Yeah. What do we do now?" Jon levered himself on one elbow, turning slightly to face her, amazed afresh by her beauty.

"Continue as we mean to go on?" he whispered, his hand tracing her shoulder, making her eyes close.

"I think I meant 'go see Dr. Phlox.'" She stuttered as his hand moved lower. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, "Later." He murmured, before moving over her to make love to her again. He slid into her and she arched, meeting him. She bent her legs to pull him in deeper and they moved slowly, building the fire carefully until they were swept away.

He slid out of her and lay on his stomach, facing her. She lay on her back, her face towards him. Drowsy hazel eye meeting satisfied amber ones. The door chimed and made them both jump.

"Captain Archer, are you unwell?" T'pol's voice came through the door and Jon covered Buffy's giggles with a hand.

 "Yes T'pol, I mean no T'pol, I'm fine. Just getting a late start to the morning, can you get Malcolm to take my watch?" He stiffened as Buffy gently nipped his palm, then licked it.

"Very well Captain." T'pol replied and stood out side the door for another moment with a puzzled frown.

Jon reluctantly pulled his hand away from Buffy's mouth and forced himself to get out of bed. He fed and watered Porthos and turned to Buffy who was watching him single-mindedly.

"We definitely need to see Dr. Phlox, 7 times in less than a day is going to kill me." He resolutely went into the shower and Buffy smiled, she needed a shower too.

They stumbled out of the bathroom, without meeting each other's eyes, though both were smiling. Shower sex twice was beyond ridiculous. Buffy quickly dressed, desperate for answers.

 "I'll go first." She muttered. Her glance over at him made him say, "To hell with it." and stride over to give her a bruising kiss.

They pulled back reluctantly and she opened the door and fled.