ROUND XXI

BEST VOY, ENT or TOS STORY

Title: The Best Man For the Job is a Woman
Author: Cait N. ( caitn@mindspring.com )
Series: ENT
Rating: NC-17
Codes: T/S
Parts: 1
Feedback: I didn't have time to have it beta-ed, so if anyone notices a glaring error, please let me know before I post it to my website.
Summary: Hoshi is on a personal mission that involves T'Pol, sex and a pair of panties.
Archiving: FFF website and ASC*
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek and all the characters. I make no money from my paltry writings.
Note: Part of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.svpress.us/femmefuhqfest/


THE BEST MAN FOR THE JOB IS A WOMAN

copyright July 2006 by Cait N.

Hoshi walks down the corridor, blue satin panties clutched in her right hand, a smirk playing around the corner of her mouth. She's oblivious to the strange looks she gets from some of her crewmates.

She puts the panties to her nose and inhales deeply. They still smell of sex and sweat and the unique scent that belongs only to her lover.

"Can I take these?" she'd asked just a few minutes earlier. She'd finished dressing and was contemplating whether to grab a bite to eat or go straight to Engineering.

"Why do you want my underwear?" T'Pol asked her, languishing on the bed. The sheets were in a puddle on the floor. When the two made love, they liked nothing to encumber them. Except any "toys" they might bring to the bed.

"I want to remember how you looked wearing nothing but them and your haughty 'do me now' look."

"I have no such look," T'Pol protested.

"Yes, you do," Hoshi answered. "It's the look you get when I've pushed you past the edge and you can't wait any more for me to make you come."

She walked over to the bed and stared down, admiring T'Pol's long legs and neatly trimmed bush. "You were standing by the bed, wearing nothing but these panties," she twirled them in circles around one finger, "and I was sitting on the side of the bed. Remember how I pulled you close and breathed on your pussy, my hot breath making you moan? Then I licked you through these panties, long indolent licks that made you squeeze your thighs together and tangle your hands in my hair."

T'Pol's breath caught in her throat. Her skin flushed a deep pink that Hoshi knew was from desire. "Come back to bed," she entreated, holding her arms out.

Hoshi playfully shook her head. "I have some things to do before my shift starts." She wadded the panties up in her hand. "This will get me through my shift and give me something to look forward to later tonight."

She left T'Pol's quarters before she gave in to the sultry look in the Vulcan's eyes.

Arriving at Engineering, she enters, knowing where Trip is by his loud voice. She walks up, grabs one of his hands, and places the panties in it. "Here's your proof that I'm sleeping with T'Pol. Anything else you'd like for me to do?" Without waiting for a reply, she turns and heads out the door.


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