The comm unit beeped, "Captain Archer?" came Doctor Phlox's voice and they both groaned. Jon walked over, "We'll be right there Doctor, I had a call from Starfleet."

            "I understand. If you're ready now?"

  Jon looked Buffy, she was still getting dressed. "Five minutes Doctor."

He kissed her gently, "Too bad you couldn't go naked." An eye roll was her answer.

They walked together to the sickbay. Crewman stopped to chat and see how the Captain was. He in turn asked how each one was and was genuinely interested. Buffy smiled, just like family.

Finally she stepped forward, "Say guys? The Captain is supposed to be at sickbay now. We'll see everyone at movie night." She said firmly and everyone took the hint and went on their way.

"Come on Boss." Jon said grinning a little.

Dr. Phlox was happy with the Captain's progress. "Buffy's blood has helped you heal more quickly, a highly satisfactory result from my experiment."

Jon looked at Buffy first, then the Doctor, "Buffy's blood? Experiment?"

"You realize she has extraordinary healing abilities?" Jon nodded,  "As you are of the same blood type I used some of her blood to replace yours and you are healing quickly as well."

Buffy smiled and shrugged, "I told him you could have all of it." Jon's eyes were warm with affection and something else that made Buffy nervous.

 "Ok Doc, let's talk turkey." Buffy slid off of the other bio bed. 

He looked confused, "Excuse me?"

"What I mean," Buffy said with exaggerated patience, "When can we, you know?" She turned pink.

"Sex, Doctor." Jon said dryly.

"Ahhh!" The Doctor's face cleared of his confusion, "Anytime, as long as there's no gymnastics'."

Jon enjoyed Buffy's embarrassment, teasing her lightly as the Doctor finished his physical.

Outside of sickbay Jon looked at Buffy. "I'm headed to the bridge." He said it like he meant it. Buffy just stood there. He smiled a little and she smiled back, "I'll go with you."

"Buffy!" his voice held a slight whine. She crossed her arms, staring, foot tapping slightly. As he faced her he realized that she was an unmovable object. So he tried another tack.

"Please?" He looked pitiful and Buffy smothered a smile. "Just for 20 minutes?" he asked softly, moving forward to trace the curve of her face.

"5 minutes." She said.

"15." He countered and Buffy nodded, "Done. I'll get Porthos."

            "Thanks Buffy." she kissed him and walked away.

 "Behave Captain." She called back and he laughed.     

            Buffy was walking down the passageway when she saw a familiar back in front of her. She grinned and snuck up quietly, tapped his shoulder and as he whirled she grabbed him in a hug.

            Malcolm's arms were suddenly filled with blond woman and he grinned. "Damn it Buffy. You almost gave me a coronary." He complained, then kissed her cheek.

            "Gotcha!" she grinned then stepped back and straightened out his uniform, "There, all stiff and British and stuff."

He rolled his eyes at this, "How is the Captain?"

            "He's doing a lot better. Dr. Phlox thinks he may be back in a few more days."

            "Really?" he looked over at his friend and she nodded, "He's doing great. The proof is in the puddin'." She smiled

            Now he groaned, "You dated Commander Tucker far too long."

This made Buffy laugh. "So, you going to the movies tonight?"

            "Who is choosing the movie?" he asked. If it was a western he was passing.

Buffy smiled, "I am."

            Jon was sitting on his chair reading quietly as Buffy chewed on her lip, trying to decide what to wear. She was currently in underwear and nothing else frowning at a pair of jeans and a red blouse. He looked up and smiled, "I like red. I like to pull it off too."  A snort greeted this observation and the red blouse went back and a green one with a plunge neck came out. He wisely kept his mouth shut, this was his favorite blouse. The last time she had worn it he had ravished her thoroughly. He watched her out the corner of his eye and was happy when she pulled the blouse on. Then came the tight jeans and shoes.

            "Ready." She said brightly.

He stood, "Good, I could use some popcorn." He said.

            Buffy had picked 'Lord of the Rings' for the simple fact that it had sword fighting men in it. Not a noble reason, but with hot men, to hell with noble. She was eating popcorn, Jon's arm around her shoulders when she felt ornery. Trip was seated in front of them, 2 rows up. She grinned and tossed piece of popcorn and watched it hit the back of his head. Jon chuckled softly. Trip jerked then turned around, glaring, then smiled as he realized it was Buffy. She shrugged and smiled and he shook his head and turned back around. Jon's hand missed the popcorn bowl and slid down her blouse. She jumped and her eyes met his devilish ones. 'Ooh, he hadn't slipped. He wanted to play.'

            Buffy focused on the movie and felt Jon's hand curl around her breast. She shifted, trying to ignore the feelings between her legs. When his finger traced her nipple, she closed her eyes and shuddered. She gently pulled his hand out and rewarded him with a headshake. She leaned over, "Later." She whispered.

            When they got back to his quarters Jon let the door shut behind them, then pounced. His mouth was on hers, the saltiness of the popcorn on both of their tongues. Buffy moaned softly and reached up to unzip his uniform. He gently took her hands, "I want to see you first." He whispered.

            She nodded and pulled off her blouse, revealing her bare breasts to him. Her eyes fluttered closed and he lowered his mouth to lick them, sucking the nipples gently and making her cry out. He undid her jeans and slipped a hand inside her pants to feel her underwear soaked through for him. He moaned and gently thrust a finger inside her, causing her to sway as she gasped. He pulled out of her and knelt down, pulling her pants to the floor along with her soaked panties. He could smell her arousal. He had her rest her hands on his shoulders and he moved her legs apart just a little before licking his way to her. His nose brushed her curls, and then he licked her clit in one smooth lick. She shuddered above him and he did it again. "Jon, I'm close." She moaned. 'Could he really make her come with just this?' He licked again, small licks, made to taunt and tease. She became wetter and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He gently pulled the skin back of the clit and licked it slowly and she shuddered, crying out softly. He kept his tongue licking, feeling her shudder until she was boneless.

            "Jon, please." She moaned and he steadied her and pulled off his clothes. His lips moved up and he slowly stood until her reached her lips and they kissed passionately. He moved back to the bed, bringing her with him. He laid her down, kissing her deeply. He knelt between her legs and slid in slowly, pushing into her and causing them both to moan. "You make me feel so wanted." She panted softly as he filled her. "I do want you." He said huskily and they began to move together. The passion between them was intense and they climaxed quickly.

As they lay in each other's arms she smiled, "I swear it gets better every time."

He gently stroked her shoulder, "I try." He said lightly and she laughed. The emotions that thundered through them were not spoken.