Idle Hands

**DISCLAIMER: Fan fiction only. NO money is being made off this story and no infringement on copyrights is intended with respect to aired and theatrical Star Trek.

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The moment she touched him, the scene around them changed again. There was no more perfumed rainforest and bare skin, however. This time they were seated side by side at a formal banquet—some dull-as-dirt Starfleet affair, she assumed—while some ribbon-bedecked Admiral addressed them from the head of the long table.

She realized that she was wearing some kind of diaphanous gown that fell low around her shoulders and barely reached to mid-thigh in her seated position. When she rubbed her warm thighs together, she realized that she was wearing nothing underneath the dress but a string-thin band that reached up between her legs and exacerbated her aroused state whenever she moved even slightly. Unable to suppress a tremor, she poked at the chocolatey dessert in front of her and struggled to concentrate on the speaker, who droned on about missions completed and challenges to come.

Archer, looking scrubbed and shiny in his dress blues, leaned over and brushed the tip of her ear with his lips.

“I can think of one challenge I’m up for already,” he growled. Under the table, his hand covered hers and eased it onto his thigh. The tips of her fingers brushed against his fly and felt his rigid need. “Hoshi, I need you. Now.”

“Yes,” she breathed back, beginning to shudder all over again when he touched her bare knee and slowly glided his palm under the hem of her dress. “I need you, too, Jonathan.”

Just then, a formally attired waiter approached with a wine bottle. While he served the man to her right, Hoshi instinctively started to withdraw her hand from Archer’s lap. Shaking his head, he squeezed his legs together and kept her where she was. Meanwhile, his own fingers reached her hot center and brushed lightly, almost casually over the focal point of her own desire.

“As your commanding officer, I always think it’s my duty to test your limits,” he was saying, as nonchalantly as if they were discussing some new alien language she was trying to decipher. “That’s what I’d like to do tonight, Hoshi. I want to take you right to the brink—and then far, far beyond it. When you tell me to, I’ll stop. Not before.”

“Mm.” Sliding forward on her chair, she pushed herself against his hand. Playfully he pulled back. “I…I understand.”

“Glad to hear it.” Archer stifled a smile. His fingers bore down on her again, pushing the narrow thong against her throbbing pearl.

Hoshi clamped her eyes shut, struggling to hold on while he aroused her almost beyond tolerance right in front of the young man who stepped up and poured them each a glassful of wine without missing a beat. Maybe he noticed what was going on, maybe not. A thick red haze had descended over all her senses, leaving her too disoriented to trust her own perceptions. Hoshi couldn’t even tell if the warm, liquidy sound she heard was the wine hitting the glass, or her own wet thighs sliding together around his knuckles.

She was so close—and yet the ultimate pleasure seemed light years away as Archer teased and tickled her but went no further. His touch was as light as a feather and as hot as a flame all at the same time. Hoshi felt herself being slowly driven mad by the undeniable sweetness of her suffering. The more her tender muscles grabbed for him, the more he danced away.

Gradually, Hoshi gained control of herself enough that she could play the game, too. Working swiftly and noiselessly, she opened his zipper under the table and freed his column of hard, hot flesh. Quickly she wrapped her fingers around him and began to torment him in the same way he was tormenting her. The muscles in his cheeks quivered as he fought back a leer—or was it a groan?

Finally, the waiter stopped pouring and moved on. Hoshi opened her eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. She looked at Archer, but he wasn’t paying attention to her with anything but his hand. Instead, he lingered over his wine, tasting it with long, savoring draughts, even turned his head and briefly chatted with a Tellarite seated on his other side. All the time, slowly and steadily, his hand crept up under her dress and probed her. Every passing moment made him bolder and brought her closer to making an utter spectacle of herself in public. It was a position she could never have imagined herself in.

Imagined herself…the words echoed in her mind. Of course. None of this was real!

The spell was broken. All at once, the banquet hall dissolved around her. She found herself back in the cubicle, staring up at a worried-looking Archer.

“Hoshi…? What happened? It looked like you kind of checked out on me for a minute there.”

Hoshi nodded, relief washing through her. “It’s all right. This is a fantasy. I understand now. You’re just part of it.”

“What do you mean?”

She smiled, truly relaxing for the first time since she’d blundered into this mysterious room. “Oh, I think you know, Jonathan. And now that I know, I’m just going to sit back and enjoy this.”

She closed her eyes again, slid her arms around his neck, and drew herself closer to him, rubbing the length of her body against his. He responded instantly, as she’d known he would, his desire obvious even between two layers of clothing. She teased his mouth with hers, tracing his lower lip with her tongue. The rush in her ears grew louder and heavier, like an ocean wave crashing over her shoulders.

And, just as she’d expected, the cubicle soon melted away into another vision.

She was at the banquet again, but this time she was walking up a grand, twisting staircase, her body still wrapped in the filmy dress, the sweat on her skin making it cling to her in a moderately revealing fashion. The spiky heels of her shoes struck soft red carpet as she ascended the steps, and from below she could hear the murmurs of people talking. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw them clustered around the bottom of the stairs, all looking at Hoshi. . Most of them were people she knew, both from Starfleet and from other episodes in her life. Some of them were in dress uniforms and one woman, she noticed, was wearing a green dress cut so low that both her breasts were totally exposed. But Jonathan was not among them.

Instead, he was coming down the staircase toward her. Seeing him, she stopped and waited for him to join her. His outstretched hands gripped both of hers and lifted them almost urgently to his lips.

“This way,” he said, his voice heavy with lust. Hoshi nodded and allowed him to guide her up the remainder of the stairs. A dozen more steps and they had crossed a small landing at the top of the staircase, then passed through an ornately carved door Hoshi hadn’t noticed earlier. Suddenly, they were alone in a very quiet space, a much smaller hallway that led to three more closed doors. Each was cordoned off with a red velvet rope. Dropping Hoshi’s hand, Archer took one of them down, removed something from the pocket of his uniform jacket, and moved in close to the knob. Was he picking the lock? Hoshi glanced around nervously.

“Won’t we get in trouble for being in here? I mean, it looks kind of private.”

“It is, and for good reason. But don’t worry. No one will disturb us here. I made sure of that.”

He stepped back, and the door swung open. At first, Hoshi couldn’t see anything but the dark outlines of a few pieces of furniture. Archer moved up close behind her, sliding both hands up under her dress as he eased her inside. This time, his touch was urgent and demanding as it roved over her breasts and between her legs. Hoshi felt his erection, thick and ready, nudge my exposed crack through the fabric.

“Take me, Captain,” she whispered, writhing out of her clothes and then turning to pull at his jacket and shirt. Shedding them quickly, and tossing them into the shadows along with her dress, Archer knelt down and wrapped both arms around her thighs. Hoshi raked her nails through his sweaty hair as he feasted on her with his entire mouth. His lips and tongue blazed a steamy trail over her most sensitive nerve endings, and even his teeth nipped tantalizingly at her overheated flesh.

Almost before her mind could make sense of it or her emotions could catch up, Hoshi felt her lower body convulse with pleasure. Gripping Archer’s scalp for balance, she bucked and rocked against him, clamping her legs around his face so tightly that she could feel the muscles straining in his jaw while he swept her toward, and then over, her peak. In total abandon, she cried out and ground herself against his open mouth.

When the storm passed, Hoshi crumpled against him, resting against his shoulder while she savored the electrically charged aftershocks that coursed through her veins. Her muscles contracted in protest as Archer pulled gently away, wrapping both arms around her waist and buttocks. When he stood, he hoisted her up along with him.

Laughing, he carried her across the room and let her drop onto what she realized was a large, plush mattress. While she stretched out across it and reached for a pillow, Archer climbed up beside her and leaned over to light an enormous candelabrum that sat beside the bed. A warm amber glow filled the room, and Hoshi looked around in wonder. The décor resembled that of a chamber from a fairy tale or romantic Gothic novel, with a massive, old-fashioned four-poster bed and rich wood-paneled walls that gleamed in the candlelight. The perfect place to live out a fantasy, she thought.

Rolling over, she watched Archer pull off his boots and peel away his uniform trousers. He stretched out beside her with a look of total contentment as she slid on top of him and began to kiss her way down his body, starting at his right shoulder. She moved slowly, using her tongue to stimulate each of his nipples. Then she moved lower, trailing her lips along his rigid abs and then closing them around his engorged manhood. This time, it was Archer who moaned and pushed his hips up toward her. When she opened her mouth wider, though, he cupped her face in his hand and tugged himself just out of her reach.

“In good time, Ensign,” he said with a growly laugh that raced through her like the touch of his fingers on her nipples. She didn’t resist as he eased her onto her back and then crawled on top of her, his thighs straddling hers, his hands stretching her arms out to full length. While he was still on his knees, he reached over and lifted something from behind the pillows.

Hoshi stirred in surprise when Archer slipped what felt like soft ropes around each of her wrists, then pulled them tight, using the bedposts for leverage. All she could do was squirm with need as he did the same to her wrists, then traced his fingers over her skin, pausing to ease them inside her just enough to get her aroused all over again.

“Now,” he whispered, leaning his face close to hers, his voice raspy with need, “we’re going to see what you’re really made of, Ensign Sato.”

to be continued....!