Malcolm - Not Today
a/n: this is written with the reader and him already in a relationship but i don’t see malcolm as the kind to use petnames so i don’t think it’s obvious D:
also, i just finished enterprise and i’m so happy to write for malcolm,, i would like to hold him gently like a field mouse. that is what i think when i see him.
Word count: 1208
The sound of the mess hall door opening was the first thing to pull you from your sleep, but it was the painful brightness of the cabinets that woke you. “Y/N?” a voice called. “Y/N, are you okay?” the voice belonged to Malcolm, you decided, after noting the accent. A glance in the direction it came from proved correct, though when you raised your head it felt as if it was filled with rocks.
There seemed to be some fluff in your mouth that didn’t want you to speak, but you did anyway. “Hi, Malcolm,” you said slowly. He stood a few feet away from you, looking concerned. “What are you doing here? The reception ended an hour ago.” An hour ago? It certainly didn’t feel like that. “I guess I fell asleep,” you worked out. “Can you turn the lights off please?”
“Y/N, the lights are off. I can’t turn off the cabinet lights.” Malcolm sat down in the chair across from you, unintentionally but miraculously blocking some of those pesky lights. “Oh. okay.” Your head was pounding.
“What happened? I thought you left with Hoshi when Trip and Travis started wrestling. Didn’t you both get a headache?”
“Y’must have left before I got back. I walked her to her quarters and stayed with ‘er for a bit, but I felt fine. Do you feel fine?”
“Yes, perfectly. Are you o-”
“Because you certainly look fine,” you snickered and attempted a wink, but leaned forward to rest your forehead on the table as your head just must have been attacked with a drill. Malcolm stared at you and hesitated before his next words. “I’m sorry I left. Exactly how much did you drink?”
Your brow furrowed against the table as you tried to recall. “I don’t know. Six, seven shots?”
“Six or seven shots of Andorian ale?! Y/N, what were you thinking? Come on. Let’s get you back to your quarters.” He stood up quickly, stepping over to your side of the table and gently guiding you to stand. He put one of your arms over his shoulders and held onto your waist, but instead of moving, you just leaned into him. He sighed, trying to get you to walk. “Please don’t make this difficult. It’ll be a lot comfier to sleep in your bed.”
“You’re a lot comfier than my bed.”
Malcolm said nothing and dragged you forward, pausing to open the door to the corridor. After a few steps, you started to walk, more than be dragged. “Why did nobody else bring you back anyway? Surely they realized you were asleep there. Someone could’ve at least come and got me. I feel awful, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine! We were all pretty hammered, I'm surprised I was the only one left!” you laughed loudly, but flopped back against Malcolm again. “You’re cozy.”
Malcolm sighed, trying to keep you as upright as possible. It proved a difficult task, but he was able to get you to your quarters. As soon as you were at your bed, you flopped down on it. Malcolm made you flip over and at least have your head on the pillow. After a moment of consideration, you decided that you were right: he was cozier than your bed.
“All right. Are you comfortable? I’ll run back to the mess hall and bring you a glass of water.”
“Don’t leave. I have a cup on my shelf, just use the sink.”
Malcolm nodded, finding the aforementioned cup and quickly going to fill it up. When he came back, you just told him to leave it on the desk. “All right. I hope you feel better in the morning, I’ll make sure to come check on you before your shift starts. Good night, y/n.” as he headed to the door, you frowned. “You’re not gonna stay?”
Malcolm’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
He looked at the door, then back at you, before coming to a decision. He nodded, sighing, and turned the lights off before coming to lay, very stiffly, beside you. You quickly snuggled up to him, to which he needed a moment to adjust to- he wasn’t the most comfortable being with you like this yet, let alone the fact that you were drunk- he didn’t want anything to happen that you’d regret. Though sleep was begging to take over, you managed to speak. “Told you you were cozier than my bed. And warmer, at that.”
“You weren’t even under the covers.”
“We could be.”
Even in the dark, you knew he’d be blushing by now. “Think of it this way, Malcolm: at least you won’t have to take the time to stop by in the morning now.”
“You know I wouldn't have minded.”
You sighed. Maybe… maybe kissing him would get him to calm down. So you tried.
It did not.
“Y/N, please. I’ll stay here with you, but you have to go to sleep.”
“I’m not tired,” you lied.
“Yes, you are. Please, try.”
You frowned and looked up at the shelf above you. “Why are you pretending like we’re not dating?”
Malcolm shifted, turning to lean on his elbow facing you. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
“You’re with me, but you’re not here. I’m tired, yes, and I feel like shit and I just want you. I want to kiss you. I want-”
Malcolm gave you a quick kiss, just enough to silence you. “Listen. I just don’t want to do anything when you’re not fully able to think, okay? I love you. I don’t want you to get hurt, or to hurt what we’ve got going. That’s all.”
You turned over quicker than he could blink. “Come again?”
“I don’t want to hurt-”
“Not that. You said you love me!”
Malcolm paused. “Oh. I suppose I did say that.” A million thoughts went through your head in the space of a few seconds. Does he really? Do you love him? You think you do, but what if you’re not ready to say it back? What if he does, but didn’t mean to tell you? What if-
“Did you mean it?” Malcolm’s free hand went to one of yours. He laced your fingers together and held tightly, before answering: “Yes, I did. Of course I did, I do- I just don’t know if I would’ve said it yet. I didn’t mean to startle you, I understand if you don’t-”
“Malcolm!” You pushed him onto his back and rolled over, half onto his chest, still holding his hand. “Not startled, just surprised! I love you too! I do!” You usually didn’t mean to get so excited, but with the inebriation, the tiredness, and the pure joy going through you right now, you couldn’t help it. Malcolm laughed softly, kissing the top of your head and wrapping the arm he was leaning on around you. “I’m so glad, but saying “I do” makes it sound like we’re getting married.”
As you were finally allowing the sleep to take you, you got out one final response: “Hm. Not today.”
The last thing you processed was another soft kiss and a gentle “Sweet dreams, my love.”