Chapter Two
A tired Hoshi walked into her cabin, stopping short at the sight of what seemed like tens of candles. "What on Earth?"
"Oh!" The sound of a surprised Trip drew her eyes over to the corner, where he stood with a burning match in his hand. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
"What is all this?" A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, we've had a rough couple a' days, I thought maybe you'd like a nice relaxin' dinner ."
"Uh huh." Hoshi just looked at him. "And it just so happens that we didn't get to finish what we started last week on the beach, and you thought maybe .?"
Trip had the good grace to look embarrassed. "Aw, c'mon, darlin' . Ouch!" He dropped the charred remains of the match, sticking his burnt fingers in his mouth.
"Poor baby. Let me see." Hoshi pulled on his hand and examined his fingers. "I think they'll be fine," she said, kissing them one by one, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. "You don't mind if I slip into something a little more . comfortable, do you?" Her smile was back.
Trip shook his head. "Not at all." He watched her as she pulled something out of one of her drawers and went into the bathroom. Looking around, Trip fished a piece of ice from one of the drinks to cool off his fingers, and considered putting it down his shorts.
Before he could make up his mind the bathroom door opened to show Hoshi silhouetted in the doorway, and Trip realized it wouldn't have made any difference if he had a bucketful of ice. She came to stand in front of him, running a nervous hand down the side of her gown at his silence.
"Do you like it?"
Trip could only nod, staring at the way the green silk clung to her curves, the way the front dipped low between her breasts. Reaching out, his hands roamed over her body before tangling in her hair and pulling her toward him. The lovers clung together as they kissed, trying for as much contact as they could. Cupping her bottom, Trip thrust against Hoshi, his ego, and other things, surging at her moans.
The ship shuddered, tossing them to the bunk.
"I think th' earth just moved for me, darlin'," mumbled Trip against the pulse in her neck.
Hoshi sat up as the ship rocked again. "As good as you are, I don't think that was us ."
"Archer to Sato, report to the bridge!" Both Hoshi and Trip stared at the comm.
Hoshi scrambled to answer the Captain. "I'll be there in a minute, Sir."
"I need you now, Ensign!"
"Yes Sir!" With a helpless glance back at Trip who was blowing out the candles, Hoshi sped out the door, her hair streaming behind her.
Trip sighed as he adjusted his shorts, stumbling a bit as the ship was hit again. Making sure he had taken care of all the candles, he made a rapid, but uncomfortable, sprint to Engineering, cursing all the way.
It only made him feel slightly better.
A tired Hoshi walked into her cabin, stopping short at the sight of what seemed like tens of candles. "What on Earth?"
"Oh!" The sound of a surprised Trip drew her eyes over to the corner, where he stood with a burning match in his hand. "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
"What is all this?" A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, we've had a rough couple a' days, I thought maybe you'd like a nice relaxin' dinner ."
"Uh huh." Hoshi just looked at him. "And it just so happens that we didn't get to finish what we started last week on the beach, and you thought maybe .?"
Trip had the good grace to look embarrassed. "Aw, c'mon, darlin' . Ouch!" He dropped the charred remains of the match, sticking his burnt fingers in his mouth.
"Poor baby. Let me see." Hoshi pulled on his hand and examined his fingers. "I think they'll be fine," she said, kissing them one by one, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. "You don't mind if I slip into something a little more . comfortable, do you?" Her smile was back.
Trip shook his head. "Not at all." He watched her as she pulled something out of one of her drawers and went into the bathroom. Looking around, Trip fished a piece of ice from one of the drinks to cool off his fingers, and considered putting it down his shorts.
Before he could make up his mind the bathroom door opened to show Hoshi silhouetted in the doorway, and Trip realized it wouldn't have made any difference if he had a bucketful of ice. She came to stand in front of him, running a nervous hand down the side of her gown at his silence.
"Do you like it?"
Trip could only nod, staring at the way the green silk clung to her curves, the way the front dipped low between her breasts. Reaching out, his hands roamed over her body before tangling in her hair and pulling her toward him. The lovers clung together as they kissed, trying for as much contact as they could. Cupping her bottom, Trip thrust against Hoshi, his ego, and other things, surging at her moans.
The ship shuddered, tossing them to the bunk.
"I think th' earth just moved for me, darlin'," mumbled Trip against the pulse in her neck.
Hoshi sat up as the ship rocked again. "As good as you are, I don't think that was us ."
"Archer to Sato, report to the bridge!" Both Hoshi and Trip stared at the comm.
Hoshi scrambled to answer the Captain. "I'll be there in a minute, Sir."
"I need you now, Ensign!"
"Yes Sir!" With a helpless glance back at Trip who was blowing out the candles, Hoshi sped out the door, her hair streaming behind her.
Trip sighed as he adjusted his shorts, stumbling a bit as the ship was hit again. Making sure he had taken care of all the candles, he made a rapid, but uncomfortable, sprint to Engineering, cursing all the way.
It only made him feel slightly better.