The next evening Jon was having the Command staff in for a dinner in the Captain's mess. At the moment though Jon had other things on his mind. Buffy was in front of their closet, nude, trying to decide what to wear. He was watching with interest as she would pull one blouse out then shake her head and put it back.
"Buffy?" She glanced at her husband; he was sprawled across the couch watching her intently. "Yep?"
"What's the matter?" he was getting hard watching her and had been debating if they had enough time for a quickie.
"I want to look nice, but not, you know."
He shook his head, "Nope. Sorry, I don't know." He stood and unzipped his uniform. She glanced over and saw Jon's eyes were dark with desire and watched in interest as he pulled his arms out of his sleeves and let the uniform drop to his feet. He stepped out of it and laid it on the chair. Her heart started to pound and she was aroused by his predatory stare. She met him in the middle of the floor, his mouth ravaging hers. Her hands pushed down his underwear, carefully moving it over his erect cock, caressing him at the same time, making his moan and suck in his breath. He yanked her up, kissing her again and caressed her bottom down to her thighs. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her by her thighs, sliding her down so that her wet heat slipped onto his solid length. She controlled the descent, making them both quiver in desire. She smiled, kissing him as he lifted her up again and she slid, oh so slowly down. He growled and picked up the pace and she closed her eyes, letting the passion sweep her away. Her head dropped to his chest and she shuddered with her climax.
"Oh god Jon." He thrust into her one more time, "Oh baby." He whispered, filling her with himself. They trembled, waiting for their hearts to slow down. He let her down and her arms wrapped around him, "I love you Captain Archer."
His cheek rested on top of her head, his eyes closed. "I love you more Mrs. Archer."
Buffy saw the clock and groaned, "Honey? We have five minutes."
He laughed, "Quick shower?"
Malcolm was the first in the Captain's mess, followed by Trip. They sat, chatting quietly, then looked up as Major Hayes walked in.
"Hi Hayes, sit yourself down. The Captain and Buffy aren't here yet." Trip said genially. T'pol walked in a moment later, lovely in a green flowing dress. The men looked at Major Hayes whose eyes were wide.
Malcolm rolled his eyes and stood, "T'pol, this is Major Hayes. Sir, this is Sub Commander T'pol."
"Major." T'pol greeted, her lovely voice calm.
"Sub commander, I'm pleased to meet you." His blues eyes met hers and she nodded cordially.
"Please call me T'pol. I am no longer a member of the Vulcan Directorate."
Buffy breezed into the small mess, face glowing. "Hi everyone, Jon will be here in a minute."
Trip knew that look on her face and smothered a smile. He watched as Buffy said something quiet to T'pol, touched Malcolm's hand, then ruffled his own hair.
Yelping, he said, "Hey! Do ya have to do that?"
"Oh, you betcha." She raised an eyebrow to Major Hayes, "Hi."
"Ma'am." He nodded and both Trip and Malcolm winced.
Buffy's face went still, "Major, I didn't know you were hard of hearing" she exclaimed as if surprised. Trip winced again, he knew that tone.
"Ma'am?" the Major asked in confusion.
"You're not? Oh good." Now Malcolm winced at the saccharine sweetness in her voice. "Then when I told the squad to knock that 'ma'am' stuff off, you heard me?"
Suddenly aware he was on unsteady ground her backpedaled quickly, smiling like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, "I only meant it as a sign of respect. Buffy." He smiled charmingly.
She regarded him silently, making him fidget. "You're good, I'll give you that. My name is Buffy, try, try to remember." She turned as her husband came in, "Hi Captain."
Everyone else stood as he walked in and he stared incredulously, "Does this look like some diplomatic summit? Everybody sit." Jon sat at one end of the table, indicating for the Major to sit at the other end. Buffy was beside her husband, Malcolm beside her, Trip and T'pol on the other side.
The Major sat silently, eating and watching the dynamic of the five people who were the backbone of this ship. Well on their way to becoming legends in their own time. He watched, fascinated as T'pol actually rolled her eyes at something Commander Tucker had said, making Buffy snort with laughter.
Jon smiled and stood slightly, getting everyone's attention, "I want to propose a toast." Everyone took their glass and looked at the Captain expectantly.
"To our new mission, to our crew and to the future."
"Hear hear." Malcolm said softly and they all took a sip of their drinks. Jon sat back down and absently twined his fingers with Buffy's. She looked at him and he smiled and silently mouthed, "I Love you."
