Molly glowered at Jorr. He flicked a tongue over a sharp canine, winked and chuckled again. She glanced back up a Khan on the landing of the large hangar. That's when she realized she was caught in an intergalactic pissing match between a genetically modified super-human and a Klingon; and she wasn't having it. With a huff, she jutted her chin in the air, walked straight towards Khan and then past him as his eyes widened. His incredulity made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. What did he expect her to do, she wondered, just hang around for some cranky reprimand when she hadn't done anything wrong? The main doors sprang apart with a hiss as if fully anticipating her exit. She heard a curse at her back.

"Dr. Hooper!" Khan's gruff voice called.

Molly continued down the bright, rounded corridor towards the closest lift.

"Lieutenant. Commander. Hooper!"

She practically sprinted through the doors and spat out a destination. "My quarters!"

Khan caught up and snuck through the doors just as they slid shut. She wasn't sure if it was the lift suddenly moving or the look on his face that made her stomach queasy. Brooding eyes regarded her with confusion. He raked his hand through his hair, a gesture she was beginning to recognize as a tell-tale signal of anxiety. For a few seconds, he mulled something with a furrowed brow. Then, his lips puffed out with a thought.

"Why did you run from me?"

Molly leaned back against the lift wall where lights flashed behind a translucent panel. She steadied her hands on the smooth surface. Khan's eyes rapidly scanned her face. He stepped forward. When she sucked in a breath, his brows twitched up in surprise.

"Dr. Hooper," he breathed as he tentatively approached, "Molly . . ."

He reached for her but seemed to change his mind and leaned heavily onto the wall at her left. Uncooperative locks escaped the tamed mass atop his head again and fell forward. Molly bit her lip and reached to push them back. Her breath caught when their eyes met and a wrinkle formed between his eyes. Oh, lord, she thought, he must had misinterpreted her reason for leaving. His expression was full of doubt. In fact, she had just wanted to avoid another battle of wills (his obstinacy was exhausting at times). Additionally, her antimatter auto-dosing pump had been working overtime and she could feel a change within herself, like her body struggled to contain the red matter. She smoothed his hair back over his head. When her palm brushed by his face to reassure him, he briefly closed his eyes. Then his elbow buckled and his large body leaned into hers.

"Jaanéman," he rasped when his eyes slanted open again, "do you worry that I will hurt you?"

Her trembling fingers slid over his tense brow. She wanted to ask him what he had called her but she lost her courage. Instead, she answered his question.

"D-Do you mean physically?"

He nodded.

"No," she returned.

Khan exhaled a shuddering breath. Again, his eyes jogged back and forth.

"But otherwise?"

Molly dipped her head in a faint nod. Even though she barely knew him, she felt with a certainty he already had the power to devastate her emotionally if he so desired. He appeared to sense her misgivings and gave his head a shake. For what felt like an eternity, he just absorbed her features.

"Khan?"

His large hand splayed over her tummy, then spanned around the crook of her waist. Overly warm air poured through her nostrils. She licked her lips. Between her own body's lust for him and the red matter's propensity for any and all things physically charged, she felt her temperature climb.

"From the moment I saw you on Halwin, you fragmented my thoughts," he whispered hoarsely. "I have not been able to piece them together again. I know what I should do but I cannot bring myself to do it."

Her airway constricted. "Wh-What is that?"

His cheek jumped. "Not care."

Molly's belly quivered. He must have felt her excited tremor because next thing she knew, he had crowded her space and his head dropped down. Her mouth opened to receive his but instead, he flicked her nose up with his lips. She tilted her face to pursue his kiss but he proved elusive again, just pulling back out of reach.

"What is it about you that makes me lose all sense of time and space and purpose?" his lips hovered above hers, his voice was hoarse. "Why do you . . . affect me?"

She swallowed the saliva which had built up in her mouth. "I don't know. I-I am not special, really. I-I don't think I ever was-"

Khan made a dissatisfied sound then devoured her remarks with the swift possession of his mouth. His lips then coaxed and tugged at her own as if to consume her insecurities. Molly murmured a sigh, wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed her jaw to greedily allow him to plunder her senses. She wanted him to take every last one of her long-held reservations about herself and dispatch them to the ether. As if he could hear her thoughts, his body pressed her more firmly into the lift wall and his kiss deepened into the raw debauchery of wicked tongue play. His free hand travelled down over the curve of her thigh and hiked up her leg. He rolled his hips on hers and she could feel the rigid strain of his erection through the layers of their uniforms. Molly ground her hips back in return and allowed his tongue to parry into her mouth again in hopes of silently encouraging him to make a bolder claim. Her prayers were answered in the next breath.

"Computer," he panted, "stop the lift."

"Captain-"

"Arg, consulting here! We are consulting . . . fuck off."

The lift stopped with a suddenness that made Molly's tummy lurch. Then, their eyes met again. Khan's brow flicked up as if issuing a challenge. In the next instant, she was hiking her skirt up and pushing off her knickers while he freed himself from his pants. She just managed to kick off her boots when he reached for her again. Molly slathered her fingers with saliva and wetted herself as he watched with a heated look in her eyes.

"Put your legs around me," Khan's large hands then gripped her bum and lifted her while she anchored herself with one arm around his neck and opened herself to him.

Driven by insatiable need, she grabbed his cock with her free hold and guided him towards her aching center. In the midst of their impatient coupling, the ship bumped and threw Khan off balance. In steadying his feet, he slammed her back and shoulders against wall. When he regrouped, he drove hard into her body like he was pinning her in place.

"Mmph," she grunted, "fuck!"

Molly felt like someone had stapled her to a board. Her groin burned due to the way his lower half spread her legs apart. She let her head drop back and swore again as she hooked her ankles just where his tunic bunched over the curve of his arse. She could be speared like this a thousand times, she thought as her cunt quivered on his shaft.

"Christ, Khan, you are so definitely not human," she huffed, "you are . . . too large. Too large."

He half-groaned, half growled.

"Right now you make me feel very human," he rocked his hips and thrust up into her again, "mmm, and perhaps even a little less than human."

Her sex tingled and infused with moisture at the low sound of his rumbling voice. At her rear, the panel was hard and kind of uncomfortable but that flew from her mind with his next raw, fleshy stroke. She whimpered from the delicious pressure between her thighs. Then, all she could feel was the thick girth of him fucking her in brusque, deliberate strokes. Each time he rutted her, he exhaled like a noisy beast lost to lust. She tilted her torso to take more in and wrapped her arms around his strong neck as he continued to pump into her body. When he felt her shift, he partially withdrew and then swiftly drove her back again, squishing her bum to the wall so forcefully that it strained her lower back. Breath expunged from her lungs as her chest was compressed. It was like she wasn't even in control of her own breathing anymore. Air filled and evacuated her lungs with each relentless cycle of his hips. His fingers gripped under her thighs and moored her to him. Molly was practically sobbing at the pleasure of his swollen shaft as it slid stiffly past her clit. In fact, she was so wet, the smacking of liquid from their joining snapped in her ears.

"Unh," a spasm made her clench on him.

"Huh, a-are you close?" he breathed.

Close, yes, close to the most pleasurable death imaginable. She closed her eyes and let everything else drift away.

"Unh, yes," she wheezed from the ache, "so close."

"Mm, g-good."

He seated himself deep into her and began to drive into her in a burst of hip undulations. Her hair crackled and stuck to the wall. The friction on her cunt became a kind of throbbing torture. She felt the culmination of it as a great gathering, like water sloshing backwards into a sinkhole. Then suddenly, her orgasm was a geyser letting loose and she came with a sharp cry. She clung to him as it washed through her frame and emptied the reserves of her strength. Ripples of her release left her a trembling, weak mess. Khan repositioned his hold so that his elbows supported under her legs then, in a rapid fire he stroked a half-dozen more times and buried his face in her neck. One final jolt rocked her limp body and he came with a loud, long groan.

"Hu-uh-unh," he hissed into her throat as he emptied.

Molly felt on fire as some sense returned and she was conscious of the last twitches of his release. She was nearly suffocating. Sweat from his brow rolled down her neck and under her uniform.

"Khan, I'm melting," she whispered.

He eased off her and raised his head. "Yes, you are quite warm. . ."

His lips parted and orbs rounded. Molly felt his shoulders tense beneath her hands.

"Your . . . your eyes . . ."

"Wh-What?" She whispered.

He blinked in disbelief. "They are red-"

A violent jolt shook the lift then. Khan managed to stop them from toppling sideways and set her down to her feet. His head whipped around in a daze as he yanked up his pants. The panel next to them starting alarming. A second jolt knocked Molly off her feet. Khan flew back. He grunted when he hit the opposite wall.

"Computer," he barked over the whooping alert, "status?!"

"Captain, we are under attack by an unknown assailant. You are needed at the bridge."