Part XIV: Malcolm
God is a woman.
And she is laughing her ass off at me.
How else would I end up in a cramped conduit with a claustrophobic woman whose only way of distracting herself is to throw herself at me? Or end up kissing the same woman all over this ship?!
Not that I'm really complaining mind you. I'd just like to know what I did in a past life to have this happen to me. Except I'm not sure if I want to know because I want to avoid this happening again or I want to know because I want it to happen again.
At least I had the presence of mind to move us into a bigger place while I was distracting her.
That counts for something right? Right? Never mind that I seriously enjoyed having Hoshi's body pressed right up against me in a tight place. Sliding up and down...
I think I'm going to stay away from the conduits for a while.
"Yeah. I think this is much better."
Hmm? Having completely lost the point of this conversation while contemplating God's gender and sex in an EPS conduit, I blinked and refocused on Hoshi.
Then I focused on the strange fact that I still had her pressed up against my body and one of my hands had slid down to her ass. While I was thinking about this, some sick little part of me wondered if Hoshi was saying that being in an open space was better or that having my hands on her body was better.
I wonder how much water the Enterprise carries. I can easily see several cold showers resulting from this.
Okay. I figure I should step back for a moment and take stock of all of this. While I was thinking about it, I took my hand off Hoshi's ass and put it on her waist. Yes, much better.
Fact one: I am generally considered one of the coldest fish around when it comes to anything resembling emotions and intimacy on any level.
Fact two: I outrank Hoshi. I also admire Hoshi in many ways and find her extremely attractive. Besides, any fantasies I have about her were just that. Fantasies. THINGS YOU WOULD NEVER DO IN REALITY!
Fact three: Fate, God or the Powers That Be who have screwed me over in the past, romantically and otherwise, have seen fit to throw me and Hoshi in any number of compromising positions. This usually results in us kissing or me being fondled, nearly stripped, and almost ravished in several locations on this ship in front of witnesses.
What can we conclude from this? Either someone's trying to tell me something or else I have a cosmic KICK ME sign plastered to my back.
Damn. They don't cover things like this at the academy.
"Attention all hands, this is the captain speaking," Archer's voice rang out over the comm. system.
Yeah, tell me you didn't see this one coming.
"We're approaching an ion storm en route to our next destination. Sub-commander T'Pol informs me that it's moving too fast for us to be able to avoid it. The hull plating should be enough to get us through with little damage, though. So, everyone, I suggest that you hold tight."
On cue, the ship jumped and shuddered around us. Hoshi and I clutched each other a little tighter. That small motion sent us spinning slightly and we drifted toward a wall. Kicking backward, I managed to maneuver us so that my back was to the wall. The last thing Hoshi needed was my weight making her feel trapped and triggering another claustrophobic episode.
Or maybe I just liked the way she was leaning against me, her face buried in my neck.
It was hard to tell.
The Enterprise bucked and shuddered underneath us again.
"Hoshi?"
"Hmm?"
"Look at me."
I meant to reassure her--tell her I had a plan to get us out of here and back out into the corridors. In an odd moment of synchronicity, however, we turned our faces towards one another at the same time, and our lips brushed in a light butterfly kiss. I must have jerked back and turned another amazing shade of tomato red because the next thing I knew, Hoshi's hands were on my face and she was leaning in close.
"Malcolm, breathe!"
My lungs greedily sucked in air and transported it to my oxygen-starved brain. I swallowed convulsively as she drifted closer, inadvertently brushing against me.
"Malcolm? Are you okay?"
No. Nonononononononono. I was not okay. I was the definition of not okay. Our make-out session in the conduits and her body brushing up against mine in zero-g was bringing all sorts of wonderful X-rated images to my mind. All the blood above my waist was rushing south which easily explained why coherent thought was completely beyond me right now. Clearing my throat, I managed a croak that came out at a pitch higher than my normal voice. "Fine!"
Got puberty?
The ship shuddered and bucked violently, hitting me in the back and throwing me against Hoshi.
"Ma-umpf!!"
If you can't guess why she stopped speaking then you really haven't been paying much attention, have you?
I couldn't take it anymore!
The rational part of my brain was jumped up and down screaming at me to stop as I pulled her against me before she could bounce off. One hand wrapped around her waist while the other went up and pulled the tie out of her hair.
I muffled her gasp with another kiss and told the rational part of my brain to sod off.
Can you really blame me for having a breakdown? The universe continually threw this gorgeous woman at me and there was really only so much I could take before declaring the age of chivalry dead and stomping the 'Do Not Pet The Hoshi' sign into dust.
She didn't seem to be objecting...plus I learned she makes the most interesting sounds when you nibble on her neck. God, she felt good. Even her hair was like silk.
You know, insane feels really good.
God is a woman.
And she is laughing her ass off at me.
How else would I end up in a cramped conduit with a claustrophobic woman whose only way of distracting herself is to throw herself at me? Or end up kissing the same woman all over this ship?!
Not that I'm really complaining mind you. I'd just like to know what I did in a past life to have this happen to me. Except I'm not sure if I want to know because I want to avoid this happening again or I want to know because I want it to happen again.
At least I had the presence of mind to move us into a bigger place while I was distracting her.
That counts for something right? Right? Never mind that I seriously enjoyed having Hoshi's body pressed right up against me in a tight place. Sliding up and down...
I think I'm going to stay away from the conduits for a while.
"Yeah. I think this is much better."
Hmm? Having completely lost the point of this conversation while contemplating God's gender and sex in an EPS conduit, I blinked and refocused on Hoshi.
Then I focused on the strange fact that I still had her pressed up against my body and one of my hands had slid down to her ass. While I was thinking about this, some sick little part of me wondered if Hoshi was saying that being in an open space was better or that having my hands on her body was better.
I wonder how much water the Enterprise carries. I can easily see several cold showers resulting from this.
Okay. I figure I should step back for a moment and take stock of all of this. While I was thinking about it, I took my hand off Hoshi's ass and put it on her waist. Yes, much better.
Fact one: I am generally considered one of the coldest fish around when it comes to anything resembling emotions and intimacy on any level.
Fact two: I outrank Hoshi. I also admire Hoshi in many ways and find her extremely attractive. Besides, any fantasies I have about her were just that. Fantasies. THINGS YOU WOULD NEVER DO IN REALITY!
Fact three: Fate, God or the Powers That Be who have screwed me over in the past, romantically and otherwise, have seen fit to throw me and Hoshi in any number of compromising positions. This usually results in us kissing or me being fondled, nearly stripped, and almost ravished in several locations on this ship in front of witnesses.
What can we conclude from this? Either someone's trying to tell me something or else I have a cosmic KICK ME sign plastered to my back.
Damn. They don't cover things like this at the academy.
"Attention all hands, this is the captain speaking," Archer's voice rang out over the comm. system.
Yeah, tell me you didn't see this one coming.
"We're approaching an ion storm en route to our next destination. Sub-commander T'Pol informs me that it's moving too fast for us to be able to avoid it. The hull plating should be enough to get us through with little damage, though. So, everyone, I suggest that you hold tight."
On cue, the ship jumped and shuddered around us. Hoshi and I clutched each other a little tighter. That small motion sent us spinning slightly and we drifted toward a wall. Kicking backward, I managed to maneuver us so that my back was to the wall. The last thing Hoshi needed was my weight making her feel trapped and triggering another claustrophobic episode.
Or maybe I just liked the way she was leaning against me, her face buried in my neck.
It was hard to tell.
The Enterprise bucked and shuddered underneath us again.
"Hoshi?"
"Hmm?"
"Look at me."
I meant to reassure her--tell her I had a plan to get us out of here and back out into the corridors. In an odd moment of synchronicity, however, we turned our faces towards one another at the same time, and our lips brushed in a light butterfly kiss. I must have jerked back and turned another amazing shade of tomato red because the next thing I knew, Hoshi's hands were on my face and she was leaning in close.
"Malcolm, breathe!"
My lungs greedily sucked in air and transported it to my oxygen-starved brain. I swallowed convulsively as she drifted closer, inadvertently brushing against me.
"Malcolm? Are you okay?"
No. Nonononononononono. I was not okay. I was the definition of not okay. Our make-out session in the conduits and her body brushing up against mine in zero-g was bringing all sorts of wonderful X-rated images to my mind. All the blood above my waist was rushing south which easily explained why coherent thought was completely beyond me right now. Clearing my throat, I managed a croak that came out at a pitch higher than my normal voice. "Fine!"
Got puberty?
The ship shuddered and bucked violently, hitting me in the back and throwing me against Hoshi.
"Ma-umpf!!"
If you can't guess why she stopped speaking then you really haven't been paying much attention, have you?
I couldn't take it anymore!
The rational part of my brain was jumped up and down screaming at me to stop as I pulled her against me before she could bounce off. One hand wrapped around her waist while the other went up and pulled the tie out of her hair.
I muffled her gasp with another kiss and told the rational part of my brain to sod off.
Can you really blame me for having a breakdown? The universe continually threw this gorgeous woman at me and there was really only so much I could take before declaring the age of chivalry dead and stomping the 'Do Not Pet The Hoshi' sign into dust.
She didn't seem to be objecting...plus I learned she makes the most interesting sounds when you nibble on her neck. God, she felt good. Even her hair was like silk.
You know, insane feels really good.