Chapter Three
Hoshi lay on her bunk, face buried in her pillow. It was days later and she still couldn't face the rest of the crew off duty. At least while they were on the bridge there was some semblance that nothing had ever happened, but Hoshi knew once she left that sanctuary, she'd be fair game.
She knew she'd never forget the look everyone's face as she flew out of the lift, making her way to the comm station. Her hair was in disarray, her chest heaving slightly from the run, and somehow her gown had picked up a bit of static cling and kept sticking to her.
The Captain's update had trailed off and his jaw had dropped, Travis had actually leered, Malcolm just blinked a few times, and of course up went T'Pol's eyebrow. It wasn't until the ship had been hit again that the men had come put of their stupor, Hoshi frantically trying to make some sense of the alien language so they could get out of there; the ship in general, she in particular.
Like most of their recent first contacts it was a case of Enterprise wandering into someone's claimed territory; Archer apologized, the aliens graciously accepted, and everyone was happy again.
Except Hoshi. Deciding to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, once the ship had exchanged data with the aliens and was on its way out of their space, she stood up, said good night, and walked to the lift with her chin held high.
The bravado lasted until the lift doors had closed. Then she leaned back and beat her head against the wall.
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"Hosh? C'mon, darlin', it's been days. Everyone's forgotten it by now." Trip gently rubbed her back, concerned about her self-imposed exile. It wasn't quite true, but she had to face them sometime, and the longer she waited the worse it was going to be.
Undoing the clasp of her bra, Trip's touch gentled and his fingers roamed over her back. "I brought you some cheesecake ."
"Really?" Hoshi's head lifted from the pillow. Spying the plate on the table, she rolled over and sat up, reaching for the dessert, but not before Trip had gotten her tank and bra off. He sat beside her as she ate, still rubbing her back, with occasion forays to more delectable areas.
"That's nice," she sighed, only eating with only a third of a mind, concentrating instead on the feel of Trip's hands. Finishing the cake, she set the plate down and snuggled up against him, her hands doing their own exploring.
Laying her on the bunk, Trip kissed his way down her neck, between her breasts, and trailed his tongue over the peak. Hoshi groaned, arching her back against him. He got them both out of their boxers and pulled her beside him, bending his head to suckle at her again.
"Hoshi?" The exquisite feel against her skin had stopped.
"What?" Her voice indicated she really wasn't in the mood for talking right now.
"You've, umm, gotten all red, darlin'."
"What?!" They both stared at her now lobster red torso, hives growing as they watched.
"What kind of cheesecake was that?" Hoshi began to wiggle enticingly on the bunk, trying to relieve the itching. Distracted by her jiggling perky bits, Trip had to think a moment.
"Ah, it was . peach. The peach kind."
"I'm allergic to peaches!" she wailed as he held her wrists down in an attempt to stop her from gouging her skin.
"Come on, we're goin' to see Phlox." That he got them dressed was a miracle, what with trying to stop Hoshi from scratching, trying to keep his hands from wandering to her bits, and trying to stuff himself back into his shorts.
With a sigh he picked her up, pinning her arms together, and made his way to Sickbay.
Hoshi lay on her bunk, face buried in her pillow. It was days later and she still couldn't face the rest of the crew off duty. At least while they were on the bridge there was some semblance that nothing had ever happened, but Hoshi knew once she left that sanctuary, she'd be fair game.
She knew she'd never forget the look everyone's face as she flew out of the lift, making her way to the comm station. Her hair was in disarray, her chest heaving slightly from the run, and somehow her gown had picked up a bit of static cling and kept sticking to her.
The Captain's update had trailed off and his jaw had dropped, Travis had actually leered, Malcolm just blinked a few times, and of course up went T'Pol's eyebrow. It wasn't until the ship had been hit again that the men had come put of their stupor, Hoshi frantically trying to make some sense of the alien language so they could get out of there; the ship in general, she in particular.
Like most of their recent first contacts it was a case of Enterprise wandering into someone's claimed territory; Archer apologized, the aliens graciously accepted, and everyone was happy again.
Except Hoshi. Deciding to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, once the ship had exchanged data with the aliens and was on its way out of their space, she stood up, said good night, and walked to the lift with her chin held high.
The bravado lasted until the lift doors had closed. Then she leaned back and beat her head against the wall.
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"Hosh? C'mon, darlin', it's been days. Everyone's forgotten it by now." Trip gently rubbed her back, concerned about her self-imposed exile. It wasn't quite true, but she had to face them sometime, and the longer she waited the worse it was going to be.
Undoing the clasp of her bra, Trip's touch gentled and his fingers roamed over her back. "I brought you some cheesecake ."
"Really?" Hoshi's head lifted from the pillow. Spying the plate on the table, she rolled over and sat up, reaching for the dessert, but not before Trip had gotten her tank and bra off. He sat beside her as she ate, still rubbing her back, with occasion forays to more delectable areas.
"That's nice," she sighed, only eating with only a third of a mind, concentrating instead on the feel of Trip's hands. Finishing the cake, she set the plate down and snuggled up against him, her hands doing their own exploring.
Laying her on the bunk, Trip kissed his way down her neck, between her breasts, and trailed his tongue over the peak. Hoshi groaned, arching her back against him. He got them both out of their boxers and pulled her beside him, bending his head to suckle at her again.
"Hoshi?" The exquisite feel against her skin had stopped.
"What?" Her voice indicated she really wasn't in the mood for talking right now.
"You've, umm, gotten all red, darlin'."
"What?!" They both stared at her now lobster red torso, hives growing as they watched.
"What kind of cheesecake was that?" Hoshi began to wiggle enticingly on the bunk, trying to relieve the itching. Distracted by her jiggling perky bits, Trip had to think a moment.
"Ah, it was . peach. The peach kind."
"I'm allergic to peaches!" she wailed as he held her wrists down in an attempt to stop her from gouging her skin.
"Come on, we're goin' to see Phlox." That he got them dressed was a miracle, what with trying to stop Hoshi from scratching, trying to keep his hands from wandering to her bits, and trying to stuff himself back into his shorts.
With a sigh he picked her up, pinning her arms together, and made his way to Sickbay.