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Dreams of Exsistence	By : Looneyluna Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 3900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two
Malcolm and Hoshi�s day
started at 0800 with a five-mile walk due west of the base camp on the plateau.
They had been sent to explore the jungle area and to document the flora and
geological surroundings. Each experiment and scan was completed with the utmost
professionalism, as though Hoshi and Malcolm had just met, neither one knowing
what to make of the other.
Malcolm was careful not to
think of anything other than the tasks at hand. He was uneasy being alone with
Hoshi due to his growing attraction for her. Before they had met, he had very
rarely remembered his dreams, perhaps because they hadn�t ever included Hoshi.
Since they had met, however, remembering his dreams was not a problem.
Hoshi could tell Malcolm was
uneasy, but she didn't know the cause. She could feel her growing preoccupation
with his maleness. During the hike, she suddenly became very aware of her
backside. She had never thought of it as one of
her more attractive attributes, but now she started considering the arousing possibilities
of her �bum." Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks, imagining hands
holding her cheeks in a passionate embrace.

He didn�t know where his mind was during the hike, which may be why he suddenly
found himself walking straight into the object of his thoughts. He caught her
before she fell forward, grasping her around her midriff. Muttering a swift
apology, he straightened himself quickly, pulling away from the object of his
desire. �Bloody hell!� he thought. �I am not going to get any sleep tonight.�
The tantalizing brush against her sent his mind into overdrive.

Hoshi felt heat flood through her, whether from embarrassment or something else
she did not know. She continued walking ahead, taking periodic scans of her
surroundings which included trees that measured stories in height, thinking of
the man behind her. She never let herself dwell on her attraction to Malcolm;
their friendship, if you could call it that, was too dear to her. Friendship,
hell! She just knew she wasn�t going to get any sleep tonight.

Malcolm and Hoshi settled in for the night, their fire providing a luminous
setting for their camp. They ate their evening meal in relative silence, their
attempts to create some semblance of small talk falling flat.

�Did you manage to get a day off to relax planetside?� Hoshi asked, quickly
spooning some pudding into her mouth.

Malcolm stared at her, dumbstruck as to what she had just said, watching her
lips curving around the spoon.

�Malcolm?�

Shaking his head from his daze, he answered, �Um, no, I didn�t. I didn�t really
put my hat into the ring for the drawing. I prefer cosmopolitan settings.�

�Oh,� Hoshi continued to eat her pudding, savoring each taste.

�Did you enjoy your time off yesterday?� Malcolm said in an attempt to keep the
conversation going.

�Yes, I did. I enjoyed myself immensely, although I am a little sore from being
unceremoniously dropped on my backside.� Hoshi looked into his eyes while
taking a slow bite of her pudding, running the spoon over her lips.

Malcolm stood up quickly with his back to her, and made a stumbling effort to
put the remnants of his evening meal into the recycle bin. �I think I�ll sleep
out here tonight. It is a really lovely night out. And it should provide you
with some privacy,� he stuttered quickly. He went into the tent and grabbed his
gear.

�That�s very thoughtful of you, Malcolm, but what if it rains?� Hoshi tried to
keep the tone of disappointment from her voice.

I guess I�ll just have to get wet, Malcolm really wanted to say. �Then I�ll
crash in the tent, if you don�t mind.�

�Dry. Wet. It makes no difference to me.� Hoshi shrugged, getting up to take
care of the leftovers from her meal, and heading toward the tent with a sway to
her hips.

�Goodnight, Hoshi.� Malcolm watched the sway of her hips and back as she
entered the tent.

�Night,� Hoshi replied, closing the flap.

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He opened the door to his quarters to find Hoshi completely naked, her silken
hair flowing over her shoulders onto her breasts like a lovers� embrace. She
moved toward him, reaching out to him. He opened his arms in welcome.

Their mouths met, tongues dancing as their passion for one another overwhelmed
them.

�Malcolm, please don�t deny me. Without you, I don�t exist,� Hoshi kissed his
cheek, sensing his withdrawal.

He fought his conscience and his sense of duty as his hands roamed the surface
of her body. �Hoshi,� he breathed into her mouth as they embraced, moving
toward his bunk.

Gently laying her down on his bunk, he kissed a path down her neck, earning
appreciative groans and gasps. His hands were massaging her breasts, tweaking
her rigid nipples. He felt her hands in his hair.

He licked and kissed a course lower as his mouth replaced his hands, exploring
her intimately. As his fingers slid into her, he found her tight and moist.

�Malcolm,� she gasped as she writhed her femininity onto his fingers, �please
make love to me.�

�Of course, Hoshi, my love,� he acquiesced, kneeling in front of her like a
worshipper praying at a temple.

He bit and kissed his way up her thigh to her mound, breathing in the scent
that was uniquely hers.

She exhaled as his fingers stroked her folds and his tongue found her clit.
After several minutes of his ministrations, she arched hedy ady and found her
release, chanting his name like a mantra.
He stood up, divested himself
of his clothing, and then kneeled between her thighs in anticipation, only to
be pushed onto his back. He gasped in awe as Hoshi took his engorged erection
in her hand and impaled herself on it. She was tight and sleek, providing the
warmth of the sun.

She rocked her hips back and forth, giving Malcolm the ecstasy he craved. He
called her name over and over, grabbing her hips to increase the tempo. He
could feel his orgasm close at hand. His hips thrust up to hers. He could feel
and hear her obtain her orgasm, which threw him over the edge, his seed filling
her, being milked by the tight walls around him. He continued to whisper her
name as they floated down from the heights of ecstasy.
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�Malcolm?� Hoshi whispered to
him, disbelieving of what she had just seen. His thrashing about and moans had
woken her to witness to his dream. She could feel heat pooling in her loins as
the erotic images played out, broadcast as though on a monitor. The ebb and
flow of his desire overwhelmed her. She had to have him. She had to feel him
inside her. It was now an obsession. She leaned over his still sleeping form
and kissed him, her tongue tracing the masculine outlines of his lips.

He woke with a shock and gasped, which allowed Hoshi to thrust her tongue inside
his mouth. He groaned, then realized this was no dream. He gently pushed her
away. �Hoshi?�

Frustrated at being pushed away, she moved toward him with intent. �Malcolm,
I've been awake for some time now. Don�t ask me how or why, but I saw your
dream.�

His professional demeanor in place, he cleared his throat. �What are you
talking about, Hoshi?�

�Malcolm, please don�t deny me. Without you, I don�t exist,� she quoted from
his dream and saw his intake of breath. She reached out to touch him, but he
started back.

�How�� he shook his head from side to side, trying to shake off the effects of
sleep off.

�I don�t know how, Malcolm,� she explained. �Ever since yesterday, I have been
having strange thoughts of you, like I could sense your moods and thoughts.�

�Hoshi� He sat up putting his hands up to stop her. �I don�t know what dream
you are referring to,� he said, playing dumb. �Perhaps you were dreaming.�

�I assure you, I have not been dreaming Malcolm,� she growled, her frustration
growing. She had felt his dream to the very depths of her soul. To be denied
now was unacceptable.

Seeing her discomfort growing, Malcolm stated in a neutral tone, �Hoshi,
perhaps we should go back to sleep. We do have a long day ahead of us.�

Hoshi stood up, agitated at his behavior, and walked over to the gear. Her
shoulders slumped in defeat. She picked up a phaser, checking the setting. Her
hand shook as she aimed it at Malcolm. �I will have you. Please forgive me.�
She fired, hitting him in the abdomen.
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