Molly tried to wrap her head around what had just happened. Khan had assigned her to be his Chief Medical Officer. He informed her that he had a crew but she hadn't met any of them. Were they all fit like him? What would they think of a doctor with skills dated by over two centuries? She rubbed her lips together in rumination. No doubt, she would just be a joke to them all and for what? So he could tell her what to wear? Why was he so determined to control how she dressed, anyway? A shadow shifted above her and she glanced up at the man in question. The room was much too dim for her liking. The atmosphere lent itself to too many mischievous scenarios.

Her brows drew together. She glowered at Khan and his stupid, plump, beautiful lips that inspired such lascivious thoughts. Her insides were a turmoil. His presence physically affected her in ways she could not fully explain. As of that moment, in fact, she wanted to let out a guttural cry and either slap him or suck onto his face like a squid. Additionally, she had the overwhelming urge to plunge her fingers into his hair and writhe against him like a snake looking to breed. Her breathing became harsh and shallow. She felt like she couldn't expand her lungs enough to get an adequate supply of fresh air. Khan's eyes constricted and he scanned her face. She wondered if he could read her conflicted feelings. He leaned forward and for a split second, she thought he was going to swoop down for a kiss. Then, he reached past her and retrieved something from the desk at her back. She heard the snap of a lid followed by the tell-tale beeps and boops of his tricorder.

"Your temperature is climbing again," he muttered.

Her nostrils flared as she pulled in a breath through her nose. Heat was, indeed, flooding through her system. She wasn't sure what fuel that fire more, her anger or her arousal.

"It's . . . it's nothing," her lids fluttered, "I am just a bit irate at being ordered about."

Khan squinted and pivoted his head once in disagreement. His blue-green eyes flicked up and down over her face.

"Just irate?" He half-smirked. "Is not my proximity having an effect on you again? There seems to be a very particular heat signature from your groin region."

Molly scrunched her toes in her shoes. "Y-You rely too much on that silly device for spurious information."

His lips tweaked and she heard the tricorder clack closed again. He stuffed it into the pocket of his , he stepped closer and chased her back against the desk where she was forced to sit on its smooth surface. One by one, his hands flattened out on the tabletop either side of where she steadied herself until he was hunched over her like a predator sniffing at prey. She felt several breaths move her hair and heated air flare against the flesh of her neck.

"I do not need a tricorder to determine whether I arouse you or not, little human," he drew in a deep inhalation next to her ear, "you exude your desires like pheromones . . . the scent is musky, hot, moist . . ."

Molly's stomach contracted. She tilted her head back for air and desperately sought distraction but his cheek was right there. She need only turn her head and their lips would meet. She flexed her fingers but at their ends encountered his unyielding digits on the desk top.

"Wh-Why do you keep referring to me as 'human?'" She panted. "Aren't you human?"

He huffed an exhalation through his nose. "Mm, nooo, I am . . . better than human. Superior."

"Superior?" She wheezed.

"In every way."

She closed her eyes. Warm air from his lungs washed down the front of her chest and between her breasts. Saliva built up in her mouth and she swallowed. She felt as if she were going to fly apart. Her body arched towards him involuntarily when their chests brushed. She thought she heard a low sound from him, a rumble similar to what a male lion might make before large fingers curled into her hair. A light tug urged her to further expose her neck. She complied. Whatever he was doing, she wanted more.

"Oh, God," She thought as she waited.

After a brief, tortuous delay she felt the caress of his breath again and then two points scraped gently over the sensitized skin of her neck. His canines. She exhaled sharply until her chest hollowed out. His upper and lower teeth dragged together lightly, just pinching a bit of dermis between them. There was no pain, only the press of the individual edges of his teeth. In the next instant, his tongue stroked over the bit of compressed flesh. She quivered. Her sex was inundated with sensation. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her parted lips. In a wicked little corner of her mind she wanted him to bite her, to claim her like an animal and leave his mark.

Khan pulled his head back. Her eyes flew open in time to see him lick his lips. He hovered just shy of her mouth. His fingers intertwined with her locks.

"In addition to your scent, you taste of lust. Tell me I am mistaken about this. I. Dare. You."

Molly stared up at him unblinkingly. She was mesmerized by the angles and inclines of his unique face. His cheekbones were definitely alien in nature. She had never seen such lines on any human she had ever met. Finally, she wrestled some words into formation with her stubborn tongue. He was mistaken if he thought she was going to shy away from his challenge.

"I don't know. Only two data points?" She replied huskily. "Surely any valid theorem requires at least three pieces of evidence to rule out the coincidental."

Khan's lid flickered and there was a hint of surprise in his slanted eyes. He seemed to ponder a moment. He hiked a brow. His hand made a squeaking sound over the composite surface of the desk. The fingers in her hair danced on the back of her neck. Once more, he searched her face.

"Are you . . . soliciting me for . . . further research?" His voice vibrated her entire being.

Right then, the computer chose the most horrendous moment to interrupt their exchange.

"Captain, according to Starfleet Regulation 437.1 section 23, sexual relations between senior and junior officers is impermissible during assignment unless they were engaged in a relationship prior to their mission."

Khan tensed. A light seemed to illuminate in the depths of his eyes. He dropped his hand from her hair and pushed himself back from the desk.

"We . . . we were not going to engage in-" He cursed and paced away. "I am not explaining myself to a damn ship!"

Some of his hair had fallen forward. He smoothed it back and tugged at the bottom of his tunic. He turned a critical eye to Molly.

"It is time for your anti-matter dosage. Change into a uniform and meet me in Sickbay in fifteen minutes."

Molly slid off the desk. She rubbed her arms awkwardly.

"I don't know where-"

Khan waved his hand wildly. "Ask the ship to guide you! It knows everything, apparently."

With that, he whirled and stalked towards the exit. The door slid open. She stared after Khan's broad, fit shoulders and lower to where his waist tapered to strong hips and a firm posterior. In a flash, he turned and disappeared into the corridor. Once again, she found herself bewildered by another set of inexplicable events. She groaned and slapped a hand to her face. Had she just come on to a man who was essentially an alien, who may or may not have abducted her and was now her boss?

"Oh, Molly Hooper," she chided herself, "why does this seem just exactly like something you would do?"