Wham, Bam, Thank You, Commander

Summary: Trip is a stud. ‘Nuff said.

Chapter 4 - Hers

“You know, usually I hate the decon chamber,” Trip said as he moved to
sit next to Veronica on the small bench in the center of the tiny room.
He let his eyes flow over her body, clad only in blue tank top and
shorts. “But sometimes it ain’t so bad.”

“Yeah, I could learn to like it,” agreed Veronica, letting her own
appreciative gaze wander over Trip’s bare chest to the tight blue
shorts that left little to the imagination. Certainly her imagination
would never have suggested what she was seeing. She slid a little
closer on the bench so that she could caress his obvious erection out
of sight of the observation window. “Ready for more so soon?” she
whispered. “You stud, you.”

Trip looked down at her hand, felt his cock twitch happily. “I can’t
usually, I mean… I guess you just bring out the best in me.”

“Mmmm, same here,” Veronica responded, squirming a little against the
edge of the bench. All the way through docking the shuttle and walking
to sickbay, her arousal had grown with each tug of fabric against
flesh, each glance at her lover. And when they’d undressed for decon,
thouthought she would go insane if he didn’t touch her. But she knew
better than to think he would just throw her down on the floor right
here, especially with that damn observation window staring at them.
Her eyes flew to the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until
they could get out of there, hopefully to his quarters. She was
su
sure she could make it.

“If my math is right,” Trip was saying, taking her hand and gently
pulling it away, his fingers caressing her palm, “I owe ya one.” She
looked up, met his smoldering eyes. Her own pupils dilated
sympathetically before flicking toward the window. “Don’t wanna give
the Doc a free show, huh? I think we can fix that.”

Trip stood up, walked around her, and straddled the bench behind her.
Taking her in his arms, he settled her back against his chest.

“There now, for all the Doc can see, you’re takin’ a little nap, and
I’m a big pillow.”

All Veronica could say was “Hmph.” He was anything but soft behind
her, from his solidly muscled chest at her back, to the insistent
erection against her butt, to the thighs on either side of her. Not
that she was complaining, especially as his hands began to wander
around her waist, one heading up to her breasts, one down between her
legs.

At first, he caressed her through the thin fabric of her regulation
underwear, rubbing his thumb across stiffening nipples, the tips of his
fingers finding the already damp part of her panties. But from her
movements and impatient noises, it soon became obvious that more was
required.

Trip removed his lower hand for what seemed to Veronica an eternity,
only to bring it back down, this time inside her clothes, against her
skin. When his tool-callused fingers finally rubbed against the tender
inner folds of her skin, she gasped, biting her own lip to keep from
alerting not only Doctor Phlox but the whole ship. Trip, seeing her
struggle, kissed her, his tongue serving as a makeshift gag, swallowing
all the noises she could make.

And there were a lot of them, especially when his index finger, slick
with her jui juices, found her rock-hard clitoris and began exquisite
little circles around it. His long middle finger moved lower,
caressing her opening and the sensitive piece of skin below it, which
was already contracting in anticipation. Then that finger was inside
her, and faster than she would have ever thought possible, Veronica
felt the waves of yet another orgasm washing over her. Keening her
pleasure into Trip’s mouth, she rode them out until, with a long sigh,
she collapsed, smiling, back against his chest. Trip was smiling as he
pulled his hand free of her undies.

And Dr. Phlox was smiling, too, as he slid the observation window
quietly shut.