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__Fiction: Slash


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!"



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.