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Part IX: Hoshi
Dr. Phlox was expecting us. Goodie. Because I've always wanted to spend my day off in sickbay. Big rollercoaster of fun! And no line. How lucky are we? The luckiest!
I turned back to Malcolm, who, with the help of crewman Jacobs, tried to stand up right. He waved off Jacob's help as he got to his feet, but was still swaying dangerously in place. Big macho baby. No, Malcolm Reed doesn't need help, not even after being knocked on his ass by a grease stain. I walked up to him, and since his eyes were strangely attached to the vicinity of my legs, I bent down to meet his eyes.
He blinked with a frown on his face as our eyes made contact. Apparently I was obscuring his view and he wasn't taking it very well. Well too damn bad, these were my legs! If he stared at them anymore I would have to start charging.
"Malcolm...do...you..need...help...walking?" I enunciated very very slowly. And just for fun, very very loudly.
Narrowing his eyes, he glared balefully at me and replied, "No...and...I...am...dazed...not senile!" Then he nicely backed that statement up by proceeding to plunge head first into my chest.
I gasped and nearly fell over from the impact. That did it. It was then I decided there was more than one way to make this macho man to admit weakness. So, before he could straighten himself, my hands came up to hold his head in place, right up against my braless chest. He flailed about like a poor fish on a hook. Wait, did that make me the bait? Sigh. The things I do to persuade a fellow officer from being such an ass.
"Are you sure you don't need any help, Malcolm?" I asked sweetly, pressing him deeper into my cleavage.
"Help!" he wheezed.
Instant results! Good job, boobies! I should totally get them bronzed with results like these. Just how good am I? Heh. Good enough. I just hope he realizes the sacrifices my cleavage and I are making for him. I don't do this for just anyone, you know.
"Let's go then!" And to his crew, I said cheerily, "Don't worry, I'll bring him back as good as new."
I think I heard Jacobs, and many others, choke back a laugh as Malcolm gasped for breath after being released from my bosom. Once he had enough oxygen to speak coherently, he pointed vaguely in Jacob's direction and growled.
"One. Tooth. Brush."
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A/N: The next updates might come a few more days apart as we're going to run out of parts to post soon if we do it everyday. ;)
Part IX: Hoshi
Dr. Phlox was expecting us. Goodie. Because I've always wanted to spend my day off in sickbay. Big rollercoaster of fun! And no line. How lucky are we? The luckiest!
I turned back to Malcolm, who, with the help of crewman Jacobs, tried to stand up right. He waved off Jacob's help as he got to his feet, but was still swaying dangerously in place. Big macho baby. No, Malcolm Reed doesn't need help, not even after being knocked on his ass by a grease stain. I walked up to him, and since his eyes were strangely attached to the vicinity of my legs, I bent down to meet his eyes.
He blinked with a frown on his face as our eyes made contact. Apparently I was obscuring his view and he wasn't taking it very well. Well too damn bad, these were my legs! If he stared at them anymore I would have to start charging.
"Malcolm...do...you..need...help...walking?" I enunciated very very slowly. And just for fun, very very loudly.
Narrowing his eyes, he glared balefully at me and replied, "No...and...I...am...dazed...not senile!" Then he nicely backed that statement up by proceeding to plunge head first into my chest.
I gasped and nearly fell over from the impact. That did it. It was then I decided there was more than one way to make this macho man to admit weakness. So, before he could straighten himself, my hands came up to hold his head in place, right up against my braless chest. He flailed about like a poor fish on a hook. Wait, did that make me the bait? Sigh. The things I do to persuade a fellow officer from being such an ass.
"Are you sure you don't need any help, Malcolm?" I asked sweetly, pressing him deeper into my cleavage.
"Help!" he wheezed.
Instant results! Good job, boobies! I should totally get them bronzed with results like these. Just how good am I? Heh. Good enough. I just hope he realizes the sacrifices my cleavage and I are making for him. I don't do this for just anyone, you know.
"Let's go then!" And to his crew, I said cheerily, "Don't worry, I'll bring him back as good as new."
I think I heard Jacobs, and many others, choke back a laugh as Malcolm gasped for breath after being released from my bosom. Once he had enough oxygen to speak coherently, he pointed vaguely in Jacob's direction and growled.
"One. Tooth. Brush."
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A/N: The next updates might come a few more days apart as we're going to run out of parts to post soon if we do it everyday. ;)