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__Fiction: Slash Pockets Date: 14/03/05 Code: Tucker/Reed Rating: G Spoilers: Nope Archive: Warp 5 complex, anyone else please ask first. Beta: None, so all suggestions and comments welcolmed. Summary: Drabble. Sex and uniforms. A/N: Inspired by the ridiculous number of zips/pockets on the uniforms. I make it 7 pockets plus 5 other zips. ~~*~~ Malcolm locked the storage bay door and turned to face his lover, a wicked grin lighting his features. Trip smiled. "What's up?" Though what was up was obvious. Malcolm advanced. Predatory. "Door's locked... Camera's off..." The kiss said the rest. "Here?!" Trip squeaked; excited, regardless. "Now?" "We've both been busy all week." He pulled Trip closer, ground their hips together, kissed some more. "I won't wait a second longer." Trip couldn't argue; didn't want to. Tugging at the restrictive cloth, he cursed: "Damn uniforms!" "Oh, I don't know..." Lube. Silk scarves. Blindfold. Chocolate sauce. "...you have to love the pockets!" *End*

Disclaimer: I do not, never have and sadly never will, own Trip, Malcolm, anyone aboard Enterprise, mentioned on Enterprise or the Star Trek universe as a whole. Or my own home, but that's another matter. All fic is for fun, so please don't sue.