Phantasms

Waking from a deep sleep, Jon tried to hold on to a very nice dream as it fragmented under his emerging consciousness. The feel of a woman pressing up against to him, dropping kisses along his jaw, her hand stroking down his stomach-- Jon let himself indulge in the fantasy a little longer than usual as it had been quite awhile since he had had sex, and this was amazingly realistic.

"'morning, sweetheart," was suddenly murmured in his ear.

Jon froze for the half second it took to recognize the voice, then scrambled out of bed, clutching at pillow to cover himself when the sheet wouldn't come free.

"Hoshi?" His mental gears were sluggish, dulled by sleep as he tried to switch from the dream of a curvy, green-eyed Xenobiologist in his bed to the reality of his slim, dark-haired Communications officer.

She sighed as he tried desperately to figure out what was going on, getting up off the bed with a sinuous grace that the base part of his brain and body admired while at the same time it was beaten down by his good sense. Jon watched, mesmerized, as Hoshi pouted and stood before him, sliding her hands over his chest, fingers tangling in the fur.

"It must have been quite a fight." Now her fingers were tracing little circles over his skin, and Jon was having a hard time ignoring the little shivers of pleasure running through him to settle in his groin. Looks like Little Jon was having a hard time too, in more ways than one.

"Wha- what? What fight?" What the hell was she talking about?

A smile lit Hoshi's face, and she threw her arms around his neck. The force made him stumble, his own arms automatically coming up around her to keep his balance. Two steps back and Jon's naked backside hit the cold bulkhead; with a muffled yelp he arched his hips to get away from the chill. Unfortunately that drove him into Hoshi and she smirked, sliding the pillow out from between them to place it behind Jon, pushing him back into the wall again.

"You're sweet to ignore it, but it must have been bad for me to pack up all my things and sleep in another cabin. I don't remember what we were arguing about, which is probably for the best anyway." One of her hands tickled his ribs as it slid down his torso to wrap around his erection and start pumping. "Whatever it was, I'm sorry," Hoshi got out between kissing her way across his chest.

"Hoshi, what's going on?" Making his body obey him, Jon gripped Hoshi's wrist in his hand, forcing her to stop.

She chuckled, a low, depreciating sound. "I know, it's not like me to apologize. I am sorry though. I just wish I knew what I did with my wedding band. I didn't throw it at you last night, did I?"

Shocked, Jon looked down into Hoshi's puzzled eyes. While his mind finally starting to draw level with what was going on, his hand around her wrist relaxed as all his attention was taken up with what she had just said. Hoshi began stroking him again, slow and steady, her thumb teasing the head as it slid free of the foreskin.

Jon gripped her shoulders, trying to figure out what was happening. He frantically wondered what could have happened in the 12 hours since he had last seen Hoshi that would make her believe they were married, but he couldn't think of a thing, couldn't think at all. She felt so good and it had been so long that Jon slipped into a near trance as she continued to palm him, fingers plucking at a nipple, and it was only the shock of her warm mouth closing over his cock that brought him back to the here and now.

"Christ, Hoshi!" Caught between the bulkhead and her mouth, Jon was trapped, unable to move without doing someone some kind of injury. Hoshi chuckled, and the rumbling vibration coupled with the indecisive pause was the last missing piece. To his horror Jon felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and faster than he could ever remember, he came. His knees buckled with the fiery rush that flooded his body, head swimming he leaned back, Hoshi's hands spread over his hips helping to keep him upright.

The spots dancing before his eyes receded, and gradually a shell shocked Jon slid down the wall to kneel next to a sitting Hoshi, who was smiling in a very self satisfied way at him.

She kissed him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth and Jon tasted the slightly bitter flavor of himself before he pulled back. "Hoshi, wait…"

"Love you," she whispered, cupping his face in a hand and smiling at him. Jon merely stared at her, astonished, looking into her eyes and realizing that she did love him. Or at least believed she did.

What the hell is going on? he asked himself again. "Hoshi, I—I'm concerned you don't remember what happened last night. I want Phlox to take a look at you."

"I'm fine! Really." She smiled at him again, a sweet, tender one that made Jon catch his breath.

"Humor me?"

He waited, as she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing a few errant stands off his forehead.

"All right. I need to take a shower first though." Hopping up from the floor, Hoshi tugged on his hand. "Come join me." She grinned, an impish twist to her mouth.

"You go ahead--" Jon began, before Hoshi interrupted.

"Jonathan Michael, don't make me pull rank on you." Reaching out for his other hand, she pulled him to his feet with an audible grunt. "You went right to sleep after you worked out last night, didn't you? Into the shower with you."

"Hoshi," evaded Jon, looking everywhere except at his nude Communications officer.

"Now, mister."

The slightly shrill tone in Hoshi's voice made him finally glance at her; to his surprise she was breathing hard, her face flushed, and her eyes glittered in the low light.

Jon nodded, keeping his eyes on her as he walked toward the bathroom. He could see her breathing slow and her complexion return to normal with every step he took. Something was definitely wrong, and it seemed he was going to have to humor her until they could figure out what.

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Which was going to be harder than he thought. Being the captain, his quarters, along with his shower, were bigger than most, but it was still a snug fit, especially when he was trying to keep his hands (and other parts) off Hoshi.

Just wanting to get this shower over with, Jon resolutely shut his eyes as he lathered up his hair, thinking of all the things he had to do that day in a pathetic attempt to get the image of a naked, wet Hoshi out of his mind, to drive away the sight of her lithe body, soap suds cascading off the tips of her breasts, over the slope of her…

The feel of that body pressing along his snapped his eyes open, and Jon felt his cock rising fast in response. His protest was smothered before it began as Hoshi kissed him, her arms twining around his neck to pull him closer. Her tongue licked at his mouth, wanting in, but Jon kept his lips pressed firmly together.

"Jon? What is it?" Confusion and hurt crossed Hoshi's face before she sighed and rested her head against his wet chest. "You're still mad from last night." Her arms slid down his body, wrapping around his waist and hugging him with a strength and firmness that surprised Jon, and set off a little flare of unease in him.

"I'll make it up to you tonight." Flashing him a quick smile, Hoshi stepped out of the shower. Through the etched glass Jon could see her reach for a towel and begin to dry off. Turning the water to cold he waited until she had left the bathroom before stepping out himself, perplexed and blue-skinned.