...We return you to your regularly scheduled programming

Matt plopped down on the couch in the TV room. With everyone gone, this was his day to relax and do nothing. Unlike Clair, whose exams had ended the week before, he had just spent the last few days frantically studying for and taking exams, and then the long drive the day before... He needed to relax and his parent's 48 inch TV was going to help him do it.

Flipping on the tube, he was greeted by the news, which he quickly skipped past. There was always netflix, which he fully intended to use if nothing good was on, but first, a little channel surfing.

'News, news, soap, telemundo, WW2 history channel show, holiday special...' Matt kept flipping. The higher channels usually had better stuff, anyway.

Matt flipped onto Sy-Fy (he still hated the rebranding). A rerun of Enterprise was on. Definitely one of the early ones, since as he flipped in the shot moved to the Decon chamber, aka the first season's 'we think this needs some more skin, but it's Star Trek so it has to look innocent' bit; basically a small, open room where the characters stripped down to skivvies and rubbed magical 'decontamination gel' on each other that took care of whatever random nasty they had encountered on the surface. Hoshi, Travis and T'Pol were in the process of disrobing.

"Eh, it's the middle of the hour. Might as well stick around here for a minute," Matt thought.

"...hadn't decided the local flora looked 'pretty', we would not need decontamination," said T'Pol as she worked the zipper of her jumpsuit. "Perhaps next time you will find yourself able to stick to communicating only with the life forms you are instructed to, Lieutenant."

"How was I supposed to know that those plants spray infectious pollen when agitated?" replied Hoshi from the bench as she pulled her shoes off.

"It was included in the addendum to the briefing," T'Pol replied. "Perhaps if you thoroughly studied the material we are given concerning a planet..."

"Look, how about for now we just concentrate on getting this done and getting back to work, and the two of you can trade whatever 'performance commentary' you want to later," said Travis, pulling his legs clear of his uniform. He was now sitting on the bench wearing nothing but boxers. He reached for a gel container.

"Very well," replied T'Pol, pulling off her tank top and revealing to Matt that she wore no bra underneath. Matt's attention, which had drifted, snapped back into full focus as she demonstrated just how firm her apple-sized tits were by leaning over to pull off her panties, an action which left her completely naked and which provoked almost no motion from her chest.