Title: Shirt Tales (originally posted at Linguistics Database)

Contact: kelhapam@metrocast.net

Series: ENT

Rating: PG-13

Code: R/S

Part: 1/1 NEW

Date: April 5, 2003

Summary: What if Malcolm wanted Hoshi to return his shirt he let her borrow in Shockwave?

Note: This little story was originally posted in response to a post at the Linguistics Database
forum

Disclaimer: Paramount owns all the characters, etc., I am just using the characters for a little fun
and relaxation.
Posting: Please notify me before you do.

Shirt Tales

04/05/03
Malcolm stood outside of Hoshi's cabin. He raised his hand to hit the button to announce his
presence and again for the fourth time dropped his hand. Finally taking a deep breath, and
hearing someone coming down the corridor, he punched the button with his fist.

"C'mon in!" Hoshi called out, he voice sounded muffled.

The Armory officer tugged up on the zipper of his uniform, cleared his throat and keyed open
the door and walked in. Looking around he didn't see Hoshi, then he heard her from behind the
bathroom door.

"I'm sorry, Ensign, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

Hoshi opened the door to the bathroom a bit looked out through the opening. Malcolm could see
that she had a bath towel wrapped around her head.

"I'll be out in a minute," she said and let the door slide shut behind her. "What can I do for you,
Malcolm?" she asked from behind the door.

"Actually, I've come by to get my shirt."

"Shirt?"

"You know, the one I let you borrow when you came to my cabin during the Suliban occupation
of Enterprise. You were indisposed, if you recall." He'd never forget the sight of Hoshi Sato
standing at his door, her hands covering up her breasts. It was like a waking dream.

"It was green wasn't it?"

"Blue. It's a blue T-shirt."

"Oh. Blue. I like blue."

"Hoshi."

"I'm teasing, Malcolm. I knew it was blue. You want it back, huh?"

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"What if I do mind?"

"Ah...well...I suppose."

"I'm kidding, Malcolm, I'll give it back to you."

Suddenly, the door slid open and Malcolm could see Hoshi Sato standing in front of him, her
wet hair hung down to her shoulders, and she was wearing the shirt in question.

"Is it this shirt?" she asked innocently.

Malcolm cleared his throat and nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Oh, well I do like it." She gripped the edge of the shirt in her hands and held it up a little bit to
examine the fabric. "It's very soft and comfortable. Actually I like sleeping in it."

Another dream, Malcolm thought.

"But if you want it back..." Hoshi shrugged and in one quick movement she whipped the shirt off
over her head exposing her naked top half to the stalwart lieutenant.

*THUD*

"Here you go, um...Malcolm? Malcolm, why are you laying on the floor?"

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