Delusions

Delusions, Chapter Seven

"I don't know what ya did, Hosh, but it musta worked." Trip's muffled voice came floating up from under her console. "Try it now."

Hoshi pressed a few buttons. "Nothing."

"I'm tellin' ya, he's back to his old self. Ow!" Sparks flew out; a mote landed on Trip's leg where it started to smolder. Hoshi idly patted it out, her mind on other things. "Somma bitch …"

"How much longer, Trip?" She hoped it would be soon, Hoshi really didn't want to think about last night.

"Try it now." The console lit up, data streaming by as Hoshi made sure everything was working.

"That's it." Moving out of the way, she watched Trip crawl out. "Thanks."

"No problem." Trip paused. "Thanks for last night. I mean …"

"No problem." Hoshi gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

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"Well, Captain, you've made amazing progress." Phlox looked over the latest scans as Archer hopped off the bio bed. "You've only one treatment more to go, and you'll be back to normal."

"Only one more?" For some reason this didn't cheer Archer up as much as he thought.

"Just a small section left and then an overall sweep to make sure everything is in working order. I'll have to sedate you for that one, I'll let the Sub commander know." A wide grin spread over the doctor's face. "I'm sure you'll be happy to get this over with."

"Yeah. Thanks, Phlox." A slight frown on his face, Archer walked out of sickbay.

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"So Phlox said I only had one more treatment to go."

Hoshi raised her head to look at Jon over the small table in their cabin. She had been apprehensive when he wanted to eat there, and not in his wardroom, but Jon hadn't said more than fiveds bds before now. Relief and despair washed through her at his pronouncement.

"That's good."

Not responding, Jon picked at his food, then pushed it away. "I'm not hungry. Come to bed?" Gathering up the remains, he called for the steward. Hoshi just sat there, waiting. Not until Smithson had left with a 'Good night sir, ma'am' did Jon pull her to her feet.

Slowly, without a word, he stripped them both, leaving their clothes wherever they happened to fall. Jon led her to the bed and laid them down, drawing the sheets up. Pulling her to him, he cradled her in his arms.

Hoshi listened to his breathing slow as he fell asleep, feeling his heart beat under her cheek.

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"I swear n'tn't know what's happenin' with him." Waiting the lift with T'Pol, Trip looked down the corridors as if he expected Archer to come around a corner at any second. "Yesterday he was on top of th' world. Today he's … well, morose is all I can think of t' call it."

"The Captain has gone through many emotional changes this past week." T'Pol came as close as she ever did to agreeing with Trip. "Dr. Phlox has indicated that today's treatment will be the last; I would expect the Captain would be pleased."

"Instead he looks like somebody ran over Porthos."

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Hoshi walked toward Jon's cabin, this time wondering if she should start packing her things. If today's treatment was successful, then she wouldn’t be needed anymore.

The door slid open, showing an obviously agitated Jon.

"Aren't you supposed to …" Hoshi broke off as he advanced toward her, bumping her up against a wall.

"Phlox can wait." He cupped her face with his hands, kissing her, roughly. Breaking off the kiss, he worked his way down her throat, biting and sucking at her. "I had to see you first."

Her shirt tore open easily in his hands; the rest of her clothes were removed just as fast. Trapping her body between him and the wall, Jon forced a knee in between her legs, thrusting up with his thigh.

"Jon …" He cut her off with another kiss.

"I need you Hoshi. Don’t say no."

All thought of refusing him was gone as a hand took hold of her breast, fingers pulling and tugging at the nipple. All thoughts of what Jon really wanted, of what the consequences of making love to him would be were gone, replaced with the need to have him, just this once.

Two pairs of hands fumbled with a zipper, tangled together as they pulled apart his uniform, pushed down his boxers and freed his erection; mouths continuing to lick and suck and kiss any bit of skin they could reach.

Hoshi moaned against Jon's shoulder as his fingers opened her and made sure she was wet. "Please Jon." Reaching between them she grabbed hold of his cock. Jon lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, guiding him in her.

She whimpered as he slid in; it had been so long, she wasn't positive he'd fit. It hurt, but overriding the pain was the oh so sweet feeling of him in her, buried as deep as he could get.

Then he started moving, and Hoshi could only concentrate on the slick friction he was creating, the rough feel of cloth on her skin, how with every thrust her was grinding against her clitoris.

"Christ Hoshi you feel so good …" One of Jon's hands was under her, supporting her against the wall, the other continued to knead a breast. "… wanted you ever since I first saw you … so damn good I could fuck you forever, myHoshimineALLminedon'tleavemeHoshiGODIloveyou ---"

Jon kissed her ruthlessly, hips jerking as he spilled into her, pounding her into the wall; Hoshi sobbing his name as she came, wanting so badly to believe that this was the true Jon and not some delusion brought on by a concussion.

Hoshi's legs slid down to support her as Jon stepped back from the wall. Numbly she watched as he tucked himself away, zipping up his uniform.

"I have to go." He traced the curve of her cheek as she nodded, aware of his word's double meaning, even if he wasn't.

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"Success, Captain!" Phlox hovered over Archer as he came out of sedation. "You're fully functional now." The doctor smiled at his clever rema

"No more brain damage?" Sitting up, Archer sung his legs over the side of the bio bed.

"No more."

"Hoshi will be pleased. She was getting concer…" He trailed off as reality came crashing down on the fantasy he'd been living the past ten days.

Hoshi …

The image of how he had left her sprang into his mind: naked, leaning against the wall for support, with shell-shocked eyes and swollen lips.

Oh God, what have I done?