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Title: Sparkle

Author: kageygirl

E-mail: kageygirl@gmail.com

URL: http://www.kageygirl.com

Fandom: Enterprise

Pairing: Tucker/Reed

Rating: PG-13 (mild naughty innuendo)

Category: Slash

Summary: Just a little moment between the boys.

Comments: My delurking post to the tuckerreed list, which broke my writer's block and made me all happy again.

Beta reader(s): Not this time. Too short for it.

"It looks like the problem is in the power transfer conduits." Malcolm checked the readings on his scanner against the main weapons console in the armory. He held the scanner out to Trip as he pulled up the schematics on the wall-mounted display. "The battery was still charging itself while the phase cannon was off-line. That's what caused the power drain."

He paused. Trip hadn't taken the scanner, and Malcolm looked up to see the engineer smiling down at him. "What? What is it?"

"Nothing." But Trip continued to smile at him, still ignoring the scanner, and Malcolm felt a little unnerved.

"Do I have something on my face?" They'd been crawling around in the cannon accessway, and Malcolm wiped a hand across his forehead self-consciously.

"Nope." Trip's smile turned tender, but Malcolm wasn't reassured.

"Then what the bloody hell are you staring at?"

"You get this—sparkle in your eyes around the weapons." Trip stroked Malcolm's cheek with the backs of his fingers, and Malcolm felt his eyes widen in disbelief.

"I certainly do not." Malcolm crossed his arms. He realized the gesture most likely looked petty, but uncrossing them again would be just as undignified.

"You do. It's real cute."

"Cute?" He could scarcely believe the utter gall of the man.

Trip gave him a boyish grin. "Yup."

"Good lord." He turned away from Trip's gaze.

"What's wrong with 'cute'?" Trip sounded cheerily unconcerned with Malcolm's shock.

Malcolm turned back to him and fixed him with a stern glare. "Armory officers are not supposed to be cute. We're supposed to be fearsome. Mayhem personified. At the very least, we're supposed to present an image of quiet competency. 'Cute' has nothing to do with any of those."

"Oh, don't worry. We all know you're the most dangerous man on the ship." Trip nodded seriously, and Malcolm allowed himself to be mollified.

"Thank you."

"Next to Chef, of course."

"Well, that goes without saying." Malcolm let Trip unfold his arms and bring his hand up for a kiss along the knuckles.

"But you're still cute when you get that sparkle in your eye."

Malcolm pulled his hand away and busied himself with the console. He heard a chuckle behind him. "You're still sparkling."

"And you're daft. You can't even see my eyes."

"I can tell by the way you're standing."

That did it. Malcolm whirled and took Trip by the shoulders, pushing him backwards until he bumped into the starboard torpedo launcher. Off-balance, Trip sat down abruptly on the edge, and Malcolm pinned his hands down on either side of his legs. He leaned in menacingly. "Am I still sparkling now?"

Trip's eyes were darkening with arousal, but the smile danced on his lips. "Hell, yes. I think it has something to do with the battery bein' all charged up and the cannon needing to be fired."

Malcolm laughed as he rested his forehead against Trip's. He kissed him gently, feeling Trip's answering grin. "You're completely dreadful."

"Wanna go back to my quarters and drain off some excess power?" Malcolm had loosened his grip, and Trip slid his hands up Malcolm's thighs, rubbing his hips and pulling him slowly forward.

Malcolm backed away with regret and shook his head. "I'd like to get this squared away first. I don't want to risk an overload."

"I'll help." Trip stood up quickly, looking far too mischievous for Malcolm to be comfortable.

"Does that 'help' consist of standing around and watching me 'sparkle'?"

"Yup." Trip leaned against the bulkhead and watched Malcolm unashamedly.

"Wonderful." Malcolm started a diagnostic on the battery, then felt a sly smile cross his face as a thought occured to him. He glanced sideways at Trip and asked, "Have I ever mentioned what you look like when you're around the warp core?"