Chapter Four
Curled into a corner of the bunk, dressed in just a t-shirt, Hoshi looked up from her PADD as Trip walked in the cabin, a weary look on his face.
"Rough day?" Unfolding herself, she took him in her arms, staggering slightly as he rested against her.
"Th' worst. Warp core goin' on an' off line, plasma conduits leaking; little stuff you'd think they'd have gotten the kinks worked out of already."
Pulling down on his zipper, Hoshi stripped him of his uniform. "Lay down. I'll rub your back for you."
"You're an angel, darlin'," Trip mumbled through the cloth of his tank as he pulled it off. Flopping down on the bunk he sighed as he felt Hoshi climb on with him, then laughed when she pulled off his boxers. "Oh, that kinda back rub."
"You look much too tired for that kind," Hoshi retorted as she straddled his hips.
"Not if you're not wearin' what I think you're not wearin'," he groaned, feeling her heat against him.
"We'll see."
Trip's eyes drooped shut as Hoshi began to knead his back, a look of almost drunken pleasure settling over his face. But as her hands went from firm to gentle caresses, he began to perk up. Without warning he flipped over, pulling Hoshi down on top of him.
"Ms. Sato, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, nuzzling the tender area under her ear.
"Am I that obvious, Mr. Tucker?" she answered with a grin.
"Well ." His hand moved up her leg to cup her bare bottom. "There were some things that tipped me off ."
A kiss from Hoshi silenced him, the next moments concerned with hands roaming over skin, mouths kissing ticklish spots, sighs of encouragement filling the small room.
Suddenly Trip moved away from Hoshi, leaning his head against the pillow and closing his eyes, misery on his face.
Hoshi looked at him, confused at his withdrawal. "Trip?" Her hand came up to touch his cheek. "You don't want to?"
"I want t' in th' worst way, darlin', but ." His voice was full of frustration. "Certain parts don't want t' cooperate."
"Oh." Hoshi glanced down between them, her voice small, a worried frown on her face.
"It ain't you," Trip tried to reassure her, pulling her close again. "I guess I just expect something t' interrupt us again; I figure he doesn't want t' get all riled up and then have no place t' go."
"We don't seem to have much luck in that regard, do we?" Tucking her head under his chin, Hoshi idly traced patterns on his chest.
"We sure don't," he agreed with a sigh.
Curled into a corner of the bunk, dressed in just a t-shirt, Hoshi looked up from her PADD as Trip walked in the cabin, a weary look on his face.
"Rough day?" Unfolding herself, she took him in her arms, staggering slightly as he rested against her.
"Th' worst. Warp core goin' on an' off line, plasma conduits leaking; little stuff you'd think they'd have gotten the kinks worked out of already."
Pulling down on his zipper, Hoshi stripped him of his uniform. "Lay down. I'll rub your back for you."
"You're an angel, darlin'," Trip mumbled through the cloth of his tank as he pulled it off. Flopping down on the bunk he sighed as he felt Hoshi climb on with him, then laughed when she pulled off his boxers. "Oh, that kinda back rub."
"You look much too tired for that kind," Hoshi retorted as she straddled his hips.
"Not if you're not wearin' what I think you're not wearin'," he groaned, feeling her heat against him.
"We'll see."
Trip's eyes drooped shut as Hoshi began to knead his back, a look of almost drunken pleasure settling over his face. But as her hands went from firm to gentle caresses, he began to perk up. Without warning he flipped over, pulling Hoshi down on top of him.
"Ms. Sato, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, nuzzling the tender area under her ear.
"Am I that obvious, Mr. Tucker?" she answered with a grin.
"Well ." His hand moved up her leg to cup her bare bottom. "There were some things that tipped me off ."
A kiss from Hoshi silenced him, the next moments concerned with hands roaming over skin, mouths kissing ticklish spots, sighs of encouragement filling the small room.
Suddenly Trip moved away from Hoshi, leaning his head against the pillow and closing his eyes, misery on his face.
Hoshi looked at him, confused at his withdrawal. "Trip?" Her hand came up to touch his cheek. "You don't want to?"
"I want t' in th' worst way, darlin', but ." His voice was full of frustration. "Certain parts don't want t' cooperate."
"Oh." Hoshi glanced down between them, her voice small, a worried frown on her face.
"It ain't you," Trip tried to reassure her, pulling her close again. "I guess I just expect something t' interrupt us again; I figure he doesn't want t' get all riled up and then have no place t' go."
"We don't seem to have much luck in that regard, do we?" Tucking her head under his chin, Hoshi idly traced patterns on his chest.
"We sure don't," he agreed with a sigh.