AU for Molokov (oh dear god)

Trip loved the beach. He loved living on the beach. If he couldn't be on Enterprise or live in Florida, this wasn't a horrible substitute.

And one of the best parts was the ability to go for a morning swim in the ocean. Jon may have missed swimming in a pool for water polo but Trip didn't believe there was anything better then swimming against the waves.

Finally, he'd swum up an appetite and reluctantly waded out of the ocean to wrangle up from breakfast.

NYE Continued for Trixa

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If he pressed, she wouldn't say know. Elevators were certainly places for bad decisions... or good decisions as the case might be. Trixa had no illusion about what she was looking for tonight and as such she leaned back against the elevator wall and ran a finger down the edge of his jacket.

"Suits you. The southern gentleman in Victorian garb."

Trip was unable to stop himself from looking down, following her finger. "Ya think? The clothes have been giving me a hell of time. Stuffier then my ole' uniform, that's for sure." Then he lightly ran a hand down her hip. "I shoulda done the ignoring it route, like it you. Not that ya wouldn't have stood out in the crowd tonight anyway..."