Dreams of Exsistence

Chapter Seven
Hoshi woke with warmth pressed against her backside and a weight over her waist. Sometime during the night Malcolm had gotten up, undressed and climbed beneath the sheets with her. His hand had crept under her tank top and was now firmly cupping her right breast. His even breathing encouraged her to remove herself from his arms - that and the urge to urinate.

The loss of her heat woke him immediately. Her scent surrounhim,him, assailing his senses. Hoshi came from her bathroom drying her hands. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, forming a raven curtain over her hardened nipples. Malcolm propped himself up on his elbow. He was dressed in his tank and boxers, the same as Hoshi.

Well rested and full of desire, Hoshi lifted the sheets and climbed back into bed with Malcolm. Her face was inches from Malcolm’s, their breath commingling as brown eyes looked into blue. Desire sparked in her eyes as she closed the gap, covering his lips with hers. Her tongue danced across his lips asking for admission, which was gladly granted. Malcolm’s hands traveled over the planes of her back as he groaned.

Hoshi pushed against his shoulders, taking him by surprise. He gasped as she shoved him onto his back, only to be pinned down by her straddling his waist. “Hoshi--,” he started to protest but was cut off by her tongue thrusting into his mouth. He groaned, his hips thrusting into hers. She could feel his arousal as she sat up and took her tank off. Her breasts were exquisite. The areolas were larger than he remembered. Fascinated with them, he reached up to grasp her nipples. She shuddered at the sensation. Never had her breasts been this sensitive.

Malcolm watched as she threw her head back and arched her back, begging for him to continue his ministrations. He replaced his hands with his mouth, earning a gasp from Hoshi. His handld hld her back as she writhed, groaning his name. His lips and teeth nipped and suckled her. He could barely hold her to his mouth, as his attention was taken away by her grinding her heat against his fully aroused shaft.

“Malcolm… oh… Malcolm,” Hoshi gasped. Her hands gripped Malcolm’s hair, holding his head, encouraging his actions.

Hoshi tasted of exotic spices, her nipples hardened from his efforts. Malcolm could feel her tremble in his arms as she gasped and panted.

She groaned her orgasm, the spasms wracking her body. She tried to worm herself away from the pleasure, but Malcolm held her to his mouth. He stopped suckling her nipples, but continued to lick them, marveling at the shudders each lap pulled out of her. She begged for him to stop, collapsing against him. He only continued to swirl his tongue around the center of her breast.

Hoshi recovered and found the strength to push Malcolm away. He lay down with her still straddling his hips. Passion was still brimming in his eyes. Hoshi reached along his midriff and grabbed his shirt, pulling it off his body in one swift move. She raked her nails along his chest and leaned forward to kiss him. He met her kiss thrust for thrust, yearning for more.

Hoshi lifted her heat from Malcolm and crawled down his body, biting and licking her way down his neck and shoulders. His hands ran through her hair as her breath came in bursts. She continued kissing and licking her way down Malcolm’s body, stopping at his chest and paying homage to his nipples as her hands coaxed his boxers his his body. He moved his hips and legs to assist her. He gasped as she took hold of his silky member, stroking it up downdown.

Every sense of Malcolm’s being screamed for release. He could feel her mouth around his navel, her hands around his cock, her hot, wet core pressed against his ankles. Then he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth surround him. He groaned incoherently as her mouth and hand worked in concert, creating havoc with his control. “Hoshi, please…”

Hoshi sensed his urgency and climbed up his body. She impaled her tight, slick heat around his engorged manhood.

The feel of her heat and dampness was ecstasy to him. Then she began to rock back and forth on him, creating the friction they both desired. His hands grasped her hips, advancing the quickening pace of their passion.

Malcolm could feel the recesses of Hoshi’s core grip and release him as she reached her orgasm. He looked at her face and marveled at her expression - pure pleasure. Her head was tilted back, exposing her neck. He ran his hands over her neck and breasts as she continued to rock back and forth on him, moaning. Quickly, his hands went back to her hips and increased the rhythm of their union. Before long, he was moaning in tandem with Hoshi as he reached his orgasm. His essence mingled with hers.

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Hoshi woke still on top of Malcolm. She could feel his limp member resting at the entrance of her slit. She stirred and was rewarded by his mounting arousal. She felt passion in the pit of her stomach mixed with queasiness. “Oh no…” Hoshi jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

Malcolm got up and listened to Hoshi vomiting. He opened the door and saw her doubled over the toilet. He approached her unashamed of their nakedness and took her hair from her hands. She continued to vomit, both of her hands grasping the bowl.

Tears streamed down her face, brought on by the effort of losing the contents of her stomach. “I wonder how long that is going to last,” she sighed.

Malcolm ran warm water over a washcloth and wiped her face clean. She took it from him and continued wiping her face. He ran some more water into a glass for her and held it up to her lips. She took it from him and sipped some water, swishing it around in her mouth. She spit it back out, still feeling a little queasy and not daring to drink or eat anything.

“Is there anything you can take for this?” Malcolm asked, concern filling his voice.

Hoshi giggled, amused at Malcolm’s solemnity. “Malcolm, I’m pregnant, not sick… well … morning sickness doesn’t count. I’m sure it will pass.” She got up and brushed past Malcolm.

“Hoshi…” Malcolm started but was unable to get his thought to his mouth, wanting to profess his love to her.

“Yes?”

Malcolm looked at the chronometer and realized he had thirty minutes till he was due for his shift. He started getting dressed hurriedly. “Have you given any thought as to what will happen after the baby is born?”

The fact of the matter was that she had thought about it. And no matter which pieces she put into the puzzle, she kept coming up with the same solution - she and the baby would be alone. She knew a baby had no place on a starship and although the thought of resigning her commission did fill her with regret and heartache, the baby more than made up for that. As for being alone, she would never dream of asking Malcolm to resign his commission and had in fact reconciled herself to never speak to him again if he even suggested it. She would miss her family here on the Enterprise. But, most of all, she would miss Malcolm.

“I’m going to resign my commission and go back to earth. I’m sure they’ll welcome me back to the university,” she said, looking anywhere but at him and trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“I’m sure I can get a posting somewhere near there,” Malcolm stated without missing a beat.

“Why?” Hoshi sounded taken aback, stomping on the part of herself that was secretly thrilled he would follow her, but dead set against him leaving the Enterprise. He was needed here.

Malcolm stared at her, knowing better than to rise to her bait. Instead, he zipped his uniform up and kissed Hoshi on the cheek. “We’ll talk about this tonight.” His blue eyes looked intently into her brown onnd dnd dared her to argue. Realizing he had put the conversation on hold, he walked out.

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