Matchmaker

See part 1 for disclaimers, etc.

Matchmaker, by Ginny Powell

Part 2: The Inevitable Turbo-lift

“Tucker to the Cap’n.”

“What’s up, Trip?”

“I got those warp core upgrade reports ya wanted. Where are ya?”

“My quarters. But I’m about to head to the Bridge. Meet you in the lift?”

“Yes, sir. Tucker out.”

Trip turned from the comm, picked up the datapad he’d been working on for days, and started down the few steps to the floor of Main Engineering. Someone was waiting there for him.

“Sir,” began Ensign Mallory McCain, “I’m heading up to B deck to tweak the capacitors.”

“Is it that time again already?”

“It’s only been four days.”

“I thought it was soon. Who did ‘em last time?”

“Johnson, sir.”

“I’ll have a little talk with ‘im. Anyway, I’m headin’ upstairs myself, we can walk together.”

They stepped out into the hallway, nodded to a passing crewman.

“So, Ensign, I understand the Cap’n was very happy with your work on that power relay in his quarters the other day.”

“So he said, sir.” Mallory glanced up and down the hall, realized they were alone. “So was I,” she added quietly, smiling.

“Glad to hear it,” Trip replied sincerely, as they reached the turbolift. After looking around to make sure they were still alone, he leaned in closer. “You’re just what he needs, ya know.”

“Thank you. Thanks for everything.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.”

The lift opened, and inside stood Captain Jonathan Archer.

“Good morning, Commander. Ensign.” He looked surprised for a moment, then gave Mallory a special, radiant smile. “Going up?”

“Well, what a coincidence, meeting you here,” Mallory quipped as she and Trip stepped into the lift. She was also smiling.

“No coincidence. I was meeting Trip.”

“Yeah, we- Ah, darn,” Trip exclaimed, glancing down at his datapad. “I brought the wrong pad. Ya’ll go on ahead. I’ll be there in a minute, Cap’n.” And he stepped out, waving and smiling broadly as the door closed.

“When is Trip’s birthday?” Mallory asked as she watched the door close.

“March 19th. Why?”

“Remind me to get him a really big present.” And she reached over to push the button that stopped the lift.

Before they knew it, they were in each other’s arms, mouth finding mouth, hands roaming possessively. When her hand found the bulge in his crotch, he pulled back, gasping for breath.

“We shouldn’t hold up the lift too long,” he said breathily, his hands and eyes still caressing her longingly.

“Then we’d better get right to it,” Mallory replied suggestively. And taking his zipper pull in her teeth, she knelt slowly before him.

“You don’t have to- ungh!” Jon’s protests cut off as Mallory’s hands, and then mouth, found his cock. It was ready and waiting for her, as it had been every time he’d spotted her in the last few days, and the feel of her velvety lips on him drove away any thought of bringing her back to her feet.

Sighing deeply, Jon let himself lean back against the curved wall of the lift, his hands moving to caress her soft, jet black hair. She looked up, their eyes locking as she pulled back in one long stroke. Either she’s a world-class actress, or she’s really enjoying this, Jon thought as he watched her tongue circle the head with obvious relish before once more engulfing the entire length. A few more deep strokes, and then she brought a hand up to close around the shaft, her thumb caressing the soft chord along the underside.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined doing this, Jon,” Mallory said softly, nuzzling the head of his throbbing cock with her soft cheek. “Have you imagined it?”

“Yes,” he whispered gutturally, barely managing not to thrust against her, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“And how does it end?” she asked as she dragged the tip across her lips and to the other cheek, her fist still stroking him firmly. “Do you come all over me?” She closed her eyes and leaned back, offering her face and neck. “Or would you prefer I swallow?” And she took him into her mouth again.

Jon gasped at the delicious feel of her warm mouth, her hand touching him just the way he liked. This combined with the images she was invoking, her obvious pleasure in the act – it was all too much. He couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to. As he felt the thick liquid erupting from his body in burst after burst, he heard himself saying “Yes, take it, swallow it, take it all.” And then he was collapsing against the wall, his eyesight blurry, his breath coming in short gasps.

Mallory tenderly tucked him away, zipping his coveralls as she stood before him. She was smiling hugely, as though she was quite proud of herself. And she should be, Jon thought with the tiny section of his brain currently functioning.

“That was…” he started to say, but could not find the word he wanted.

“Yes, it was, wasn’t it,” Mallory filled in as she punched the button for B deck.

“Now every time I get in the turbolift, I’ll think of you.”

“Good. Then you’ll have incentive to arrange our next rendezvous. I for one am reluctant to wait for chance to smile on us again.”

“Agreed. Okay. Um, my quarters, oh-three-hundred tonight; there shouldn’t be anyone around to see you then.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tift ift stopped, the doors opened. Mallory stepped off, then reached back in to punch the button for A deck before waving goodbye. Jon took the few seconds he had to check his zipper and catch his breath. As he stepped onto the Bridge, he found himself for the first time hoping desperately that it would be a boring day. It just wouldn’t do for the Enterprise to run into some dangerous aliens while her Captain was daydreaming.

~~~End Part 2~~~