Code: M M/H OC
Part: 1/22 NEW
Date: 25 Oct 2005
Summary: A embedded reporter is assigned to Enterprise, the crew seem to be attracted to him with the exception of Lt. Malcolm Reed.
Note: Takes place sometime during the third season. I've taken some license with what occurred in the episode Shuttlepod One.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns all the characters, etc., I am just using the characters for a little fun and relaxation.
Note of Appreciation. Special thanks to my patient beta readers who have offered not only beta reading services but also encouragement : Kathy Rose, and Cindy
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by: PJ in NH
A lot of things can happen in a short span of time, Malcolm Reed mused as he stood outside Hoshi Sato's cabin waiting for her to let him in. People are born, people die. He figured he fell in the former category and that his birth--or rebirth--hadn't come about without some pain and suffering. A few months ago he and Hoshi were just friends; today ... well they weren't lovers, not yet anyway... but they were definitely in a committed relationship.
He never would have believed when that shuttlepod docked with Enterprise two months ago--just before their short mission to Vulcan--his life would have changed so much. Actually, he thought, it wasn't just his life which had undergone a metamorphosis--others had been affected as well.
The door to Hoshi's cabin slid open. She stood inside, barefoot and clad in a fluffy, thick pink towel. Her dark hair was dripping wet, pushed back over her ears and down her back.
"You're early," she said, a grin playing across her face. Stepping aside, she allowed him entry into her quarters.
"Sometimes it pays not to tarry," Malcolm replied, appreciating the view. The door slid shut with a swish behind him.
"I thought you'd chalk it up to being a good tactical officer," she said. Hoshi slipped back into the bathroom and grabbed a second towel which matched the first. This one she wrapped around her head like a turban.
"Perhaps I just can't get enough of you? It's very hard to talk to you during the movie, and we are still trying hard to keep our um...friendship quiet, so I don't even dare hold your hand."
"Friendship, Malcolm?" Hoshi asked, approaching him. Droplets of water still clung to her eyelashes, making them sparkle even more than usual.
"Well...more than friendship," he amended. "I'd like to think so anyway."
His comment made Hoshi smile slyly. "So what's playing tonight?" she asked.
Malcolm thought, bringing his finger up to tap against his lower lip. "Um... I think Trip said something about another western, or was that last week? Maybe it's a mystery?" He shrugged. "I'm sorry, I just can't recall."
"I really was hoping we could skip the movie tonight," Hoshi said, her lips formed a pout. She took another step closer to the Brit. Pulling his finger away from his lip, she drew it into her mouth and sucked it.
"S-skip the movie?" he stammered, not able to take his eyes away from her pursed lips.
She gave the finger a lick and then moved her fingers up to grasp the zipper pull on his uniform. Slowly she started to pull it down. "The movie sounds so boring." The words oozed out of her mouth.
His eyes locked onto hers. "But you d-don't even know what's p-playing?"
"I can think of so many other things I'd rather be doing than watching any movie. Can't you, Malcolm?" Her voice was dark and sultry.
Malcolm swallowed a lump in his throat and, not able to find his voice, he simply nodded.
"For instance..." she said. She paused and, releasing the zipper, she wrapped her right hand around Malcolm's neck, drawing his mouth down to join her own. Using her free hand, she pulled the pink towel away from her body. Holding the towel out at arm's length, she let it fall to the floor in a puddle of pink. Hoshi then pulled her lips away from his and pressed her cheek against his own. "...we could look for my towel?" she purred into his ear. "I seem to have lost it. I think it could take all night."
Malcolm growled and tore off the towel which was wrapped around her head, letting the wet hair cascade over her shoulders before he swept her up into his arms. "It could take forever to search for two of them."
"So this is a friendship?" she asked, her eyes lit with desire.
"Definitely a friendship," he whispered, pressing his mouth against her throat. His accent thick with excitement. "But after tonight..." He kissed along her throat and down to her cleavage. "...we'll be lovers as well."
Hoshi ran her fingers through his dark hair and pressed her body closer to Malcolm's.
Yes, he thought, so much had changed, even more than he had imagined even a few moments ago...
End of Prologue