A/N: Thanks to everyone who's been commenting! Chrysa and I really enjoyed writing (and continuing to write) this story. We like to torture our characters and poke fun when the opportunity presents itself. For those who think the updates have been short...hey, here's another update not 24 hours after the last! Am I nice or what?
Don't worry, we'll have longer parts soon. Just remember, you asked for it! *cackles*
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Part VIII: Malcolm
Wonderful, wonderful work. Nothing bouncing. Nothing giggling. No wink, wink, nudge, nudge, sly innuendo for me to deal with. Just the good-natured chatter of a healthy, happy crew working.
Then she walked in.
Of all the gin joints in all the world...
I was halfway through the armory with my container when she walked in. Still wearing that skirt that showed a dangerous amount of leg and suddenly all thoughts of work flew out of my head. Want to know what replaced them?
Phase pistols. All waiting and ready to fire.
Damn! My sanctuary! Gone!
She took five steps in and stopped, and--dare I say it?--challenged me. And there was nowhere to hide, nowhere for me to bury my head and hide behind work.
Dammit, I'm Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Stiff arsed, no nonsense, Armory officer. Was I going to let some slip of a woman get the better of me?
Well, if she were wearing a slip it'd be a very nice--No! Get your mind back on track, you nitwit!
I was not going to let her get the better of me.
Her eyes tracked around the room and a smile lit her face. Not trusting it, I looked around the room and found the entire male population of the armory smiling back at her.
Of all the...
"Here, Jacobs, since you seem to have no trouble carrying your container you can carry mine while I talk to Hoshi," I said, dumping my container on top of his.
Jacobs staggered under the weight and stumbled forward. "No problem, Boss!" he gasped out. The other men looked at each other and scattered like field mice.
By the time I turned around again she'd sauntered over to one of the worktables and was leaning against it. Sweat broke out on my forehead as she slid one finger up the side of the padd and back down again. An eyebrow arched daring me to comment on the susceptibility of all men to her charms.
And despite the sweat congregating at my temples, I decided it must be cold in here...and she still wasn't wearing a bra.
The combination of which made me warmer than I should be.
I am Lieutenant Malcolm...ummm...Well so much for higher cognitive functions.
Her slender finger went up one side of the padd and back down the other. All of this action took place in the vicinity of her braless chest area. When I finally remembered to breathe I croaked out, "What--ahem!--What can I do for you, Hoshi?"
"You really should see Phlox about that throat, Malcolm," she smirked, crossing her ankles and leaning back on one hand. "I've got something for you."
It took me a moment to realize she was talking about the padd. "Ahh. Of course." All right. Just act perfectly normal, breathe slowly and AHHHH!!!!!
My feet flew out from under me and I pitched forward watching her face turn from sultry to shock and then disappear altogether as our lips, not to mention our bodies, crashed into each other and fell back onto the table. One of my hands landed on the table the other...
"HOLY MARY MOTHER OF-" I sprang back off of her and hit that slippery patch again. My feet flew back out from under me and with an inarticulate screech I landed on my back. "Ow."
We really should clean the ceiling. I never realized how dirty it could get.
A pair of long, gorgeous legs filled my field of vision and then disappeared again as Hoshi bent down. "Malcolm? Are you okay?"
I couldn't help it. My eyes drifted from hers down her outfit and back up again but not before lingering a few moments on her breasts. Her eyebrow went up again and a smirk lit her face. "Well, you must not be suffering from too much brain damage, but I still think we should get you down to Sickbay."
"Okay." Yeah, anything sounded good right now. Even taking a nap on the floor with this bloody grease spot staining my ass sounded good. That sounded like a great idea. I watched her get up and head for the comm. unit on the wall and call Phlox. Just focus on the ceiling, Malcolm.
Then I saw Jacobs looking down at me. "Grease spot on the floor, eh, Boss?" He gave me two thumbs up. "Nice job!"
I reached up and grabbed the collar of his uniform. When his face was just a few inches from mine, I snarled. "You and every man in here will scrub this department from floor to ceiling before you go home tonight with a toothbrush."
"Yes, Boss."
"One bloody toothbrush!"
If I was going down then I was taking everybody else with me.
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Don't worry, we'll have longer parts soon. Just remember, you asked for it! *cackles*
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Part VIII: Malcolm
Wonderful, wonderful work. Nothing bouncing. Nothing giggling. No wink, wink, nudge, nudge, sly innuendo for me to deal with. Just the good-natured chatter of a healthy, happy crew working.
Then she walked in.
Of all the gin joints in all the world...
I was halfway through the armory with my container when she walked in. Still wearing that skirt that showed a dangerous amount of leg and suddenly all thoughts of work flew out of my head. Want to know what replaced them?
Phase pistols. All waiting and ready to fire.
Damn! My sanctuary! Gone!
She took five steps in and stopped, and--dare I say it?--challenged me. And there was nowhere to hide, nowhere for me to bury my head and hide behind work.
Dammit, I'm Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. Stiff arsed, no nonsense, Armory officer. Was I going to let some slip of a woman get the better of me?
Well, if she were wearing a slip it'd be a very nice--No! Get your mind back on track, you nitwit!
I was not going to let her get the better of me.
Her eyes tracked around the room and a smile lit her face. Not trusting it, I looked around the room and found the entire male population of the armory smiling back at her.
Of all the...
"Here, Jacobs, since you seem to have no trouble carrying your container you can carry mine while I talk to Hoshi," I said, dumping my container on top of his.
Jacobs staggered under the weight and stumbled forward. "No problem, Boss!" he gasped out. The other men looked at each other and scattered like field mice.
By the time I turned around again she'd sauntered over to one of the worktables and was leaning against it. Sweat broke out on my forehead as she slid one finger up the side of the padd and back down again. An eyebrow arched daring me to comment on the susceptibility of all men to her charms.
And despite the sweat congregating at my temples, I decided it must be cold in here...and she still wasn't wearing a bra.
The combination of which made me warmer than I should be.
I am Lieutenant Malcolm...ummm...Well so much for higher cognitive functions.
Her slender finger went up one side of the padd and back down the other. All of this action took place in the vicinity of her braless chest area. When I finally remembered to breathe I croaked out, "What--ahem!--What can I do for you, Hoshi?"
"You really should see Phlox about that throat, Malcolm," she smirked, crossing her ankles and leaning back on one hand. "I've got something for you."
It took me a moment to realize she was talking about the padd. "Ahh. Of course." All right. Just act perfectly normal, breathe slowly and AHHHH!!!!!
My feet flew out from under me and I pitched forward watching her face turn from sultry to shock and then disappear altogether as our lips, not to mention our bodies, crashed into each other and fell back onto the table. One of my hands landed on the table the other...
"HOLY MARY MOTHER OF-" I sprang back off of her and hit that slippery patch again. My feet flew back out from under me and with an inarticulate screech I landed on my back. "Ow."
We really should clean the ceiling. I never realized how dirty it could get.
A pair of long, gorgeous legs filled my field of vision and then disappeared again as Hoshi bent down. "Malcolm? Are you okay?"
I couldn't help it. My eyes drifted from hers down her outfit and back up again but not before lingering a few moments on her breasts. Her eyebrow went up again and a smirk lit her face. "Well, you must not be suffering from too much brain damage, but I still think we should get you down to Sickbay."
"Okay." Yeah, anything sounded good right now. Even taking a nap on the floor with this bloody grease spot staining my ass sounded good. That sounded like a great idea. I watched her get up and head for the comm. unit on the wall and call Phlox. Just focus on the ceiling, Malcolm.
Then I saw Jacobs looking down at me. "Grease spot on the floor, eh, Boss?" He gave me two thumbs up. "Nice job!"
I reached up and grabbed the collar of his uniform. When his face was just a few inches from mine, I snarled. "You and every man in here will scrub this department from floor to ceiling before you go home tonight with a toothbrush."
"Yes, Boss."
"One bloody toothbrush!"
If I was going down then I was taking everybody else with me.
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