Together {Star Trek Enterprise Fan Fiction}

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Gently, he held her.

"Oh?" she said.

"Yes. I'd like to do for you what you did for me this morning. It was devastatingly satisfying."

"What? I'm terrible at that."

"No! Absolutely not, Lili-Flower. What's, what's making you feel so inadequate about it? I mean, if anyone were to have cause to feel inadequate, it would be me."

"You?"

"You forget I've been made to shower with your husband and the others. He is quite, eh, remarkable. Truly. I mean, we're not supposed to look, but of course everyone does, I suppose. I wonder what the others think. And I wonder, even more, is that, is it a necessity for you? Am I able to, to satisfy what you need?"

"Of course, Malcolm," she kissed him, "I mean, can't you hear me?"

"Well, now that you mention it," he pantomimed cleaning out one of his ears, "I fear I may be starting to suffer a little upper register hearing loss."

Kick Kick.

She laughed at him and hit his shoulder lightly with her hand, then turned serious, "It's too much, actually. He's too much. I'll tell you the details some other time."

He remembered, "When he first came to the Enterprise. You were in Sick Bay. We thought you were going to die. And I didn't, I didn't put it together. I was just in a rage. But there was, there was blood on his, his shorts. I didn't realize then, but I realize it now. It was your blood, wasn't it?"

She nodded, "Phlox had to do some seriously fancy work to get it all to work at all."

"I do hope Melissa Madden is all right."

=/\=

He kissed her. He didn't do that, much, but she was okay with that.

"C'mere," she said.

He touched body parts that were smaller than he was used to, hips that were wider, and hair and skin that were darker, "Melissa," he said softly, "let's do this."

"It gets better every time."

"Good. Let me show you something else."

=/\=

She laid there, stock still, not moving. All she could think of was, please, please, please, let's just get this over with.

Then the gas took effect, finally, and she was able to embrace Travis, after a fashion.

=/\=

She wore him out. Again.

"Man, oh man," he said, "Deb, you shoulda seen me in my prime."

"It's okay," she whispered in his ear and then kissed it, "You've got skills. Experience. Technique."

"Ha, well, I guess it comes with the territory. You're very agile," Jonathan said.

"Security," she said, "I'm wily like a cat."

=/\=

"Whew!"

"Yeah. That was, uh, wow."

"Feels like we got a double dose, Hoshi."

"Probably. Can't say they don't know their stuff."

"Can't say you don't know yours," Tripp said, "Might wanna bottle that technique so's we can repeat it later."

"How 'bout now?"

"Hmm. Yeah," he kissed her and ran his fingers through her glossy black hair, "Gimme a sec."

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