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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So the captain was in the mood for a little bondage, Hoshi thought. That was one variation she’d never tried—but at that moment, with her hormones raging and her heart thudding with newfound liberation, Hoshi was willing to experiment with anything. The only question she had was whether those soft velvet bonds encircling her wrists and ankles represented his ultimate fantasy…or hers.

“Yes,” she said. “Test me. I’m ready. I can do this.”

Archer tilted her face toward his and gazed down at her with eyes that practically glowed with excitement.

“Hoshi,” he whispered. She was delighted to feel his erection pulse, still fully awakened, against her inner thigh. If anything, it felt even stiffer and more ready than when he’d slipped it so briefly into her mouth. “Hoshi…I wasn’t sure you’d agree.”

“Yes—yes, Jonathan. I want to. Take me, please.”

Smiling, he reached for something on the table beside the bed and brought it out in front of him. Hoshi tensed up until she saw that it was nothing riskier than a glass of glinting white wine.

“Where did that come from?” she asked him, feeling quite vulnerable as he hovered the delicate glass over her breasts and then brought it back toward his own chest.

“I had everything prepared ahead of time. Trust me, Hoshi, I’ve been planning this evening for a very long time.”

Hoshi nodded. Even the slight movement made her wrists strain against the soft bonds. “I think I sensed that,” she said thoughtfully. “And I know now that I wanted it, too.”

Nodding, Archer tasted the wine, then extended the glass over her midsection and tipped it slightly.

Hoshi gasped as the cool liquid spattered her stomach and stung her swollen nipples. She sucked in another, much deeper breath when Archer bent his head and began to lick it off her, slowly and lovingly, clearly savoring the flavor of her skin as well. While he roved over her body, he moved the glass just ahead of his mouth, splashing her up and down. She was squirming with need as he nestled his face between her wine-doused thighs and brought her off quickly with his tongue. But it was a shallow, quick orgasm, the kind that left her aching for more.

She was still moaning and shaking when Archer sat up, replaced the wineglass on the table, and instead plucked a lit candle from the branching stand beside them. Recovering herself suddenly, Hoshi felt her stomach clench and her eyes widen as he moved this into the same position the glass had occupied a moment before.

“Captain—” she gasped, instinctively trying to roll away from the flame. The bonds held her fast, catching on her wrists and ankles. “I don’t think—”

“Trust me,” he said in a soothing voice that, amazingly, had precisely that effect on her. Her pulse was still thumping with anxiety as Archer moved the candle in a slow, cautious circle over her stomach, carefully balancing it in his fingers. Then, just as she had started to relax again, he tilted it and dripped a splatter of wax between her breasts.

To her amazement, it didn’t hurt in the slightest. The moisture his mouth and the wine had left there cushioned her against the sudden assault of the heat, but did not exactly neutralize it. The burning wax stung but didn’t hurt. If anything, it made her melt with lust.

While she writhed with need, he blew out the candle and dragged it down her torso, between her legs, and positioned it against her tender slit. He nuzzled her pearl with its blunt end for a moment, then gradually poked it inside her. Hoshi felt a flash of embarrassment as her lust flooded the end of the candle as well as his fingers. Had he not blown the flame out, she knew she was now wet enough to douse it without even moving.

Archer tantalized her like that for what seemed an eternity, his own rigid column of flesh innocuously bumping the outside of her thigh. Hoshi wanted to scream as she writhed and bucked around his makeshift toy. Didn’t he realize how much she wanted him inside her?

Every time she tried to form the words, however, her voice trailed off in a shuddering moan.

“Now, please,” was all she finally managed to get out. “Now, Jonathan, now! Can’t wait—!”

“Yes, you can, Hoshi.” His voice was low, gravelly, and his eyes laughed at her as he said it. “You can wait all night if I decide to make you. That’s part of the test, remember?”

All Hoshi wanted to do was grab him by the ass and force him inside her. Since that was impossible, she had to make do with arching her back as far as she could. Things only got worse when he chucked the candle to the floor and crawled into position between her legs. His huge erection teased her, rubbing against her until she pushed herself up toward him. At that point, he would back away and leave her thrusting against nothing but air.

“Please,” she rasped, willing to do anything by now to satiate the intense craving inside her. She had almost gone beyond the point of pleasure into out-and-out agony—all of it generated by her own ravenous need. Archer, for the moment, was hardly touching her. Against her own will, she began to quake all over as the strain in her muscles reaching the breaking point.

Then, at last, he lowered himself over her. Hoshi felt her entire self go loose, seeming to dissolve into him as he thrust himself inside her hard.

“Oh…yes…like that! Like that!” By then she wasn’t even sure if she were speaking out loud.

His face contorted with exertion, Archer hammered her with short, hard strokes that gradually grew longer and penetrated her deeply, far more deeply than she even thought possible. Every time he pulled back, his fleshy ridge catching against her tender lips, she shuddered so hard that it really felt like he was turning her inside out.

Long before she was ready for it, Hoshi came like an antimatter explosion, wrenching her hands against the tender restraints that chafed her skin. Archer stayed with her, their union too complete too abandon now. For one long, exquisite moment, he unleashed the full force of his desire inside her while she trembled around him.

They fell together onto the bed, panting and sweating against each other. Groaning with the effort, Archer reached up and slipped the ties off her wrists, then freed her ankles. She wrapped both arms around him and pulled him tight against her. He nestled his head against her neck and suckled the hot skin above her right breast.

“That was wonderful,” Hoshi whispered, ruffling the damp, close-cropped hair at the back of his neck. Slowly, she threaded her fingers against his scalp. “And now, Jonathan…it’s your turn.”

Before he had a chance to react, she’d gripped him around the neck and flipped him onto his back. Hoshi grabbed the same bonds that had fastened her to the bed moments before and used them to secure her captain instead. Then, he lay helpless and looking up at her with something that bordered on awe, she mounted him.

A few shimmies of her hips, and he was tucked neatly inside the moist crevice of her thighs. Hoshi pushed back a little and suddenly felt him penetrate her from below. Amazing sensations flowered through her as she took total control of his body, using him to satisfy herself without apology or hesitation. After all, it was her fantasy. She decided to enjoy every last moment of this very special evening.

They slipped out some time later, dressed again but still flushed with lasting heat. At the top of the stairs, Archer paused and looked out over the milling throng of banquet guests below.

“Quite a crowd,” he said, resting his hand on the small of her back. “Somehow, though, it seems like you and I are the only ones here.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Hoshi couldn’t help laughing a little as she perceived his meaning. Leaning against the rail, she let him slide into place behind her and then felt him hiking up her dress from behind. As he eased first his fingers, and then his full hardness back into her, Hoshi squeezed her eyes shut with pleasure. She couldn’t be sure if anyone was looking up at them, but if they were she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was ride him, and this amazing wave of forbidden ecstasy, into utter oblivion.

Presently another orgasm shattered through her. It seemed as if the world had contracted into a whirl of red and black and white. The only sound she was aware of was the slippery crash of bare skin on bare skin and the frantic thunder of her overworked heart.

When she opened her eyes again, she was flat on her back on the floor of the conference room. Archer was gone, and the crystal barriers that had formed the cubicle were fading slowly away in front of her eyes. To her embarrassment, she was naked, her civilian clothes lying beside her in a crumpled heap, as if they’d been hastily discarded. Quickly Hoshi pulled them back on and got up before the last shards of the barrier disappeared. In spite of this humiliating fact, to her relief there was no sign that anyone had been with her.

Before long, the room was as it had been before, with Mileena back at the podium in front of the room.

“Thank you all for your participation,” Mileena said, calling them all back to attention. “I hope I have taught all of you something about yourselves, and left you all with memories you will cherish forever. Go forward and live happily and fully.”

The alien Hoshi has spoken to before the exercise had started was looking at her and smiling a little. He seemed to be saying, “Told you this would be great!” Hoshi couldn’t help but agree. She smiled back.

“It was all a fantasy,” she sighed with relief. “The captain was never really here!”

Everyone was moving toward the exit, except for a few who stayed to talk privately with Mileena. Hoshi smoothed her clothes and walked along with the rest of those leaving the room. Time seemed to have no meaning for her as she wandered back out into the resort complex. For that matter, reality didn’t seem all that real to her now. The power of Mileena’s illusions was truly mind-boggling.

She turned the corner and saw Trip, Reed and Mayweather emerging from the virtual reality gameroom. She was about to turn and avoid them when Reed spotted her and waved. His fingers were still encased in the special circuit-lined gloves required by the full-body strategy games available in there.

“Hoshi, you’ve got to try out their battle sims,” Mayweather told her breathlessly. “Hand-to-hand combat, freefalls from a moving shuttlepod, antigravity target shooting. I’ve never seen—or felt—anything like it! You feel like you’re in a whole new world!”

“Thanks for the tip,” she said, “but it really doesn’t sound like my thing.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Trip said with a grin. “Hey, by the way, have you seen the Captain?”

“He probably has better things to do than play adolescent games.” That came out much bitchier—and far more hypocritical—than Hoshi had intended. Blushing, she averted her eyes, but the men didn’t seem to notice or mind.

“Well, no, what I meant was that he was looking for you,” Trip continued. “Some low-level dispatch he wanted you to translate. I’m sure it can wait, but I heard him say he was going to look for you at some workshop.”

Reed smirked. “Sounds exciting. Advanced Tellarite grammar, perhaps?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Hoshi said. She was staring at Trip. “You said the Captain was coming to look for me?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I take it he didn’t find you?”

“I’m…I’m not sure.” While the guys stared after her, no doubt thinking she’d lost her mind or had indulged in a little too much Saurian brandy, Hoshi hurried away.

She’d never ask, of course—and she knew very well that neither would he.