They got off the shuttle to a stinging cold rain, Malcolm threw his leather jacket over Hoshi's head in order to keep her dry as they ran for the taxi's lined up at the curb.
"The Belleweather, please" Hoshi requested of their driver as they jumped into the taxi. Throwing her a look, Malcolm asked, "the Belleweather?"
"MmmHmm, friends of mine own it, I know you were booked at that other one, but the Belleweather is much nicer." Hoshi leaned back, resting her head on Malcolm shoulder. She could feel him relax automatically as his arm came around her.
"Nicer, The George is one of the finest hotels Britain has to offer you know." Malcolm replied, "How did you know where I was planning on staying."
Huh, Malcolm is almost as good at that eyebrow thing as T'Pol, it sure does make him look sexy "Hmm, Oh I am not the communications officer for nothing you know. Oh, in our rush to leave I forgot to tell you." Hoshi sat up, hearing Malcolm's muttered, our argument for you to leave you mean.
"Captain Archer put me in for a promotion, I am now officially Lieutenant Hoshi Sato, Communications Officer." Hoshi's proud smile faded as Malcolm failed to congratulate her, opening her mouth to demand a response, her "Malcolm" was cut off mid word as she found herself being kissed senseless.
Malcolm's mouth devoured hers; he drank from her mouth as if she was the only drink within miles. Hoshi traced his lips with her tongue, bringing a groan of need from Malcolm. Her tongue tangled with his for dominion, Malcolm slid his hands under Hoshi's butt in order to lift her into his lap. Hoshi's skirt was to tight for her to straddle Malcolm's lap so she found herself sitting sideways, she could feel evidence of his desire pressing into her thigh. Hoshi giggled as the thought of Malcolm definitely doesn't have to worry about being naked in the boys room
Somehow without her noticing Malcolm had gotten all the buttons undone on her jacket, leaving her with a thin camisole only. Malcolm eased back from the kiss, running his fingers down Hoshi's throat, down between her breasts where her nipples hardened into aching points as he drew a line down to the waistband of her skirt. Leaning forward he flicked his tongue over one turgid nipple, the feeling of his hot tongue threw the cool silk sent a jolt of desire straight to Hoshi's centre. Her moan of pleasure caused Malcolm to harden like he never had before, he ached, and he needed to bury himself within her.
The taxi driver, coughed into the mike, "Folks we'll be at your destination in two minutes"
Malcolm raised his head and huffed out a laugh, he had totally forgotten where they were. "I have never made out in a ground car." Carefully he did up the buttons to Hoshi's jacket, "we'll continue this in a bit, alright luv"
Hoshi nodded trying to get her breathing under control, some time in their passionate embrace she had lost one of those dreadful shoes Pierre had foisted off on her.
A valet opened the door of the ground car and handed Hoshi out, Malcolm sucked in a breath at the sight. Still wearing his coat around her shoulders, it was long enough to cover her dress giving the illusion that it was the only thing she had on.
Malcolm had to take a moment to tamp down his desire, he knew it was against regulations to stay in the same suite as Hoshi, hell it was illegal on some planets to do to Hoshi what was in his mind, but to misquote a famous 20th century romantic lead "Frankly Starfleet I don't give a Damn!"