Lieutenant Commander Frank Stanton, Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant Astrid Farnsworth, Communications Officer
Astrid batted at Frank's head, giggling. "Stop! Stop."

Frank grinned at her from between her legs. "Already?"

She fell back onto the pillows, groaning. "Five orgasms. You win. No, I win. You're right, the tongue is the strongest muscle."

"You have to trust me on these things, I'm a doctor. And you don't get accepted to Command School every day. Go for six?" Frank murmured, and dipped his head again.

"Stop. Get up here." She tugged at his hair-he really needed a haircut but she'd never suggest it, she liked the shaggy-dog look on him-and Frank slid upward, his cock tracing a wet line along her leg. Astrid moaned as he slid into her and wrapped her legs around his waist. They rocked together and six was a distinct probability, after all.