Attraction-Part 10

Attraction
An "Enterprise" story

Written by Alison M. DOBELL

RATING: NC-17
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SUMMARY: "Trip and T'Pol fall further and further under each others' spell. Captain Archer confronts Lieutenant Reed and things spiral even more out of control."
DISCLAIMER: The usual disclaimers apply. The characters and 'Enterprise' are the property of Paramount. No infringement of copyright is intended.

Part 10

"CONFLICTION"

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He was not complaining of course. Lying in the circle of her arms was heaven. A state of bliss he never wanted to compromise. But something impinged on his consciousness. A vague trickle of thought stirring and nagging at the base of his brain but finding no ready means of expression. Elusive it slipped through the cracks of his memory before he could grasp what it was. His fingers gently, tenderly, skimming her sleeping form. His thoughts questing blindly for what was lost yet always coming back to her. She stirred and before her body fully woke her mind slid effortlessly into his, becoming sharper at the sense of his distraction.

*What is wrong, Ashayam?*

His heart ached to think that he had woken her. *Nothin' darlin' just this feelin', a sense that I should be doin' somethin'...*

He felt the curve of her smile, her body waking and rolling over his. Hips cradling as her mount rubbed softly up against him. The warm skin pricking him with pleasure and dragging a lazy smile across his face. He sighed into her mouth as she kissed him so sweetly, her hands making a delicate trail over his body and touching him in all the intimate places with just the right amount of delicious friction to arouse his lust.

*Darlin', you are insatiable.*

*And you are in danger of neglecting your duties to me, Commander.*

The use of his rank fragmented his rising passion. A sharp but momentary pang of guilt pushing back the fog. Her hands now stirring his body into a heavy throb of want and need while his mind was at war with his senses. He groaned deep and low in the back of his throat as her hand flexed around him shattering his wayward thoughts. He always awoke with an erection, a fact she was exploiting with no hint of apology or mercy. Distracted and aroused he flipped her over on to her back so he was now on top. He paused, lips parting from hers to grin down at her. He raised his weight off her so he could look down at her body glistening beneath him, her legs parted to receive him, her lips lush and wet and laughing up at him with love. Love. Who would have thought she could love him so much? Just looking at her was so joyous it almost hurt. She followed the movement of his eyes and decided to tease him, one hand slowly sliding down to tweak her own nipple. His eyes followed her hand. She hid a smile. The other hand sliding down between her legs and parting the rich folds of her sex, his eyes widening at her daring. He watched mesmerised as she began to titillate her sex for him, the rising moisture lubricating her fingers turning him on more and more as the thickening scent of pheromones excited the air they breathed.

*Oh God, woman, what am I gonna do with ya? My mama would have a fit if she could see us now.*

T'Pol laughed gently in his mind. It was such a sexy sound. He could feel himself throbbing with need. The hand on her breast moved to touch him, slide gently down the engorged sheath that bound him. The air huffed out of him but he kept his place, weight on his hands and knees, the better to watch what she was doing as beads of perspiration danced on his brow and passion sparked deep in his gentle eyes. She loved him so much. Needed him with a strength that over rode all other considerations. He was beginning to feel as if all they ever did was make love. Not that it was a bad thing it just made him think he had forgotten something. He smiled down at her, his breathing taking on a quicker pace as he tried not to get too excited too soon. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, love her. She wanted him to wait. To watch. To move to her command. His groan deepened, a slow agony of slipping control that she reveled in. Her hand on him so assured, knowing just the right amount of pressure to bring him dancing to the edge over and over again. He was losing focus now. The head of his penis leaking. Her thumb brushed across the salty slit, his hips jerked, glazed eyes clouded over. She eased back on him, pressed the spot beneath the cap to soften his advance.

He ached and now could not complete. Her mind soothed his frustration to head off his wail of protest, her head raised just enough to align their lips as she kissed him then pulled back. *Watch me, beloved.*

*This is killing' me, T'Pol.*

*I will amply reward you.*

That made him chuckle despite his desperation. He looked down again, saw the swirl of her fingers, her hips moving in a rhythm he longed to excite. The soft gasping from her throat as she brought herself to orgasm with her hand had him growing hard again. Almost weeping. She kissed his cheek, willed him to keep watching. To hang on for her. Then she slowly drew his foreskin up and down his whole glorious aching length, the throbbing muscle pounding in her hand, warming her with his hot blood and heating the pooling sex between her legs as his hot breath fanned her cheek.

*Darlin'....* He begged.

*Ssssshhhh, control Ashayam, control.*

*Ahhhh...*

Then she was brushing the head of his penis back and forth across her moist gateway. He was groaning continually now, his body wired and taut as a spring. His breathing ragged with drawn out expectation, his eyes dilating. His body consumed with desire. The equivalent to hanging on by his fingertips as she strung him out. Then, taking pity on him at last, she delved deep into his mind with her own, her hands guiding him inside her. A great moan of pleasure and relief escaped him as he buried himself inside her, pushing deep and rolling his hips then pounding in a mad erratic rush of need. Her hands gripped his hips, slowing his rhythm to drag it out but not making it so slow he could not comply. It was agony. It was ecstasy. In his mind she amplified every sensation. Rocked him mind, body and soul until he was weeping as he came with fevered intensity inside her. Her body absorbing him, hugging him as he rammed deep and hard within the wet heat of her sex. Her interior muscles heightening the feeling for them both. The exquisite knife edge where pleasure and pain met had never been so delicately balanced before.

The effort it took was massive. Draining all his energy in one hit. Exploding inside her as her waters wrapped around him, her legs drawing up to hug his hips tighter. Ankles locked to hold him close. As he was coming she bit his nipple and he cried out, the speed of his ejaculate driving his heat far far inside her. A smile of joy and conquest befell the moist calm of her face with high content. He sagged as he finished, her hands stroking his back and the nape of his neck as he fought for breath. The frantic tremor of his heart steadying beneath the soothing touch of her hands, the whispered endearments that huffed in his ear, the touch of sated lips savouring his perspiration. He wanted to roll off her. To save her from bearing his weight. But her arms tightened, keeping him trapped inside her. Her interior muscles holding him so tight that even as he began to soften he could not fully deflate. Half erect he lay within her and she was content. He felt guilty for squashing her. She kissed his sweaty neck and began to lick the throbbing pulse. He was close to drifting off to sleep. Exhausted but mindful ever of her needs.

*Ssshhh, sleep Ashayam. Sleep.*

*Just for a minute then...* His thoughts mumbled.

He felt her smile against the side of his neck. Had never felt so loved and in more than the biblical sense.

*I love ya, T'Pol.*

She nipped him gently with her teeth, slowly kissing and lapping his skin with her tongue as she closed in on his ear. He shuddered softly in her arms. Eyes closed. Her tongue lapped the shell, a slow languid wash of warm moisture. The nodules on her tongue tasting him, savouring him as he drifted off to sleep. She loved this moment. This quiet grace in the aftermath of the heat of passion. When he was hers and she was his. Not driven by sex nor the desire for possession. Nor by the will to manipulate, dominate or consume. This was the afterglow, the crucible of creation. The time when the universe blessed its' own. Peace. He had given her that along with his love. A strong, unyielding principle of fact that lived and breathed in the heart of this one good man and made her dizzy with joy. Her tongue slid down his ear canal washing back and forth, delighting her as little sleeping shivers flickered up and down his spine as he slept rewarding her tender ministrations. Yes. She loved him. Wished that he would sleep in her arms forever. Waking only to love and be loved. The wider world was not their friend but a distraction. This. This alone was real. This alone was the entire compass of her world. Gently she rolled him on to his back, her lips sliding over his face, her mind reveling in his sluggish dreams. Let him sleep. Let him rest. She would be waiting for him when he woke up. Smiling, she lay her head on his chest. Deep joy filling her as the calm and steady beat of his heart drew her effortlessly into her beloved's dream of unearthly bliss.

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"I'm waiting *Mister* Reed!"

Lieutenant Reed stared at his Captain. His mouth had gone dry and his heartbeat was racing in panic. He fought to calm himself down. He knew how it looked. "Captain, it's not what you think."

The Captain's eyes narrowed. His rage was a hair trigger. Lt Reed sensed the extremity of powerful emotions held loosely in check. This was not good. He kept his voice even, a calm soothing voice of reason. He hoped the Captain was not too hyped up to recognise his good intentions. "When I returned Captain I was able to bring something back with me."

For a moment there was a blank look on Captain Archer's face. "What are you talking about?"

The Armoury Officer held up the harmonica. The Captain's frown deepened. "I brought this back with me, sir."

"That's Trip's harmonica."

"Yes, sir, and the import did not strike me until half an hour ago."

He shook his head. He could feel a headache coming on. "That still doesn't explain what you're doing in Commander Tucker's quarters ransacking it."

The lieutenant flushed. "I was looking for the harmonica."

The Captain just stared at him. Did he think he was completely stupid?

"Please," Lieutenant Reed raised a hand. "Let me finish."

He nodded. Not sure he could trust himself to speak. Right now all he wanted to do was throttle the man. His level of anger vaguely worried him but he could not remember why.

"When the Commander and I were drawn into the dreamscape we entered into what you might term our dream bodies. Similar if you like to the way you see yourself and your friends when you are asleep and dreaming. We did not take anything physical into the dreamscape with us, Captain."

He watched the Captain's face, hoping he would grasp his point. There was no reaction. Malcolm swallowed. Heart sinking. Not at all sure that he would be able to get his reasoning across. But he had to try. Not just for himself but for the Commander and Sub-Commander. If they did not figure this out they might never get them back. The thought terrified him.

"Being able to bring the harmonica back with me told me two things. First, that there must be a physical side to the phenomena. I had thought it was all based in the mind. Ours or the entity we appeared to converse with. Second, what if the physical dimension had evolved from the mental one? What if the dreamscape is changing to adapt to our physical nature?"

Captain Jonathan Archer had never heard anything so preposterous in all his life. Not only did he have his second and third in command trapped in some virtual never-never land, but they also appeared to be in a relationship he had expressly forbidden them to have. On top of that his brilliant and oh-so-practical and level headed Tactical Armoury Officer was having flights of fancy at his expense. The anger that had been building and running riot inside him suddenly exploded. "How dare you insult my intelligence, Lieutenant!"

Lieutenant Reed went completely pale. This was definitely going from bad to worse. "Captain, please, consider my reasoning."

He shoved his face in the Lieutenant's. "I have just about had enough of your prissy ideas. As for using this as some pathetic excuse to justify your actions it won't work."

Quickly, Lieutenant Reed interjected. Anxious now to cut the Captain off mid-tirade before he had a chance to say the dreaded words that he was relieved of duty and sling him in the brig. It was a very nice brig actually but not the place he wanted or needed to be. Right now he considered himself Trip and T'Pol's last hope. Any chance that he would be able to get the Captain to come round to his way of thinking had been well and truly blown out of the water. The man was literally a walking powder keg and he was fast running out of patience with him. Some instinct told him that time was no longer on their side. He gathered up his courage and steeled himself for one of the hardest decisions of his life. Convincing the Captain to help was no longer an option. He just had to make sure he did not get in his way. "Captain, whether you choose to believe me or not, we are in very real danger of losing both the Commander and Sub-Commander. Both of them are now physically absent from this vessel." He held up the harmonica as if by way of illustration. "If I had only known about this earlier I might have been able to bring them back with me."

To his surprise the Captain actually appeared to take note of what he was saying despite the stunned look on his face. "How?"

"The same way I brought this harmonica back with me. By touch."

"Touch?"

The Captain looked non-plussed. Malcolm had to admit he knew how he felt. It was not exactly the most logical or sensible of arguments but then it was not always a logical or sensible universe. Add to that the volatile passions of the human race and literally anything was possible. He watched the Captain begin to calm down. The fire in his eyes now a dark simmering of volcanic heat. His muscles were still bunched as if ready for action but the throbbing pulse in his jaw had muted to a dull occasional flicker. "I assume," Said the Captain carefully, fighting to keep himself calm. To concentrate on what Malcolm was saying rather than what he was feeling. "That you have a plan?"

"Well, it's not a plan as such. More an idea of one."

Seeing his Captain's face darken again he hurried to explain.

"The reason I was able to bring this harmonica back with me was because I had it on me. In my pocket to be precise."

He was relieved to see that the Captain was beginning to relax though he still looked somewhat puzzled. "What were you looking for in Trip's quarters?"

Malcolm smiled sheepishly. His personal acknowledgement to how foolish he knew it would sound. "I was looking for the harmonica Trip had left behind. If it was still here then the one I brought back with me had to be a copy, a fabrication."

"Meaning what exactly?"

"Meaning we would have to come up with some other way to bring them back."

"And if you couldn't find it?"

Lieutenant Reed looked much happier now. Almost like the cat who had got the proverbial cream. "It would mean the physical object had aported to wherever the Commander and Sub-Commander are now."

"The dreamscape?"

"Yes. Or wherever and whatever it is."

The Captain could feel his headache getting worse. "This still doesn't make any sense to me, Lieutenant. How does this help Trip and T'Pol?"

"If physical objects can be brought back from the mental realm they currently inhabit then we should be able to bring them back with us."

"How? You said it yourself, we don't even know where they are. This is all conjecture."

"I know, Captain, but I brought the harmonica back. Don't you see?"

"Forget the damn harmonica! We're talking about real live people, Malcolm."

"I know sir." Said the Armoury Officer quietly.

Captain Archer immediately calmed down. Sensing how concerned and distraught the Englishman was over the loss of their friends. "I'm sorry, Malcolm. I shouldn't be taking my frustration out on you."

Something flickered in the Lieutenant's eye. The Captain was beginning to sound like the Captain again. "The harmonica must have vanished from Trip's room." He postulated quietly. "Now we know that both Trip and T'Pol are physically gone as well. A coincidence? I think not."

The Captain looked suddenly very weary. "Just tell me what you want me to do, Malcolm. All I want is to get our people back and never see another spatial sunset again."

A smile settled on the Armoury Officer's face then faded as grim determination took over. "First we have to find a way to get back inside."

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He was still sleeping. Sub-Commander T'Pol had never felt this kind of happiness before. A deep sense of calm and balance and wholeness. Yes, that was the word. She gazed down at Trip's face. Relaxed in sleep the light from the coloured clouds illumed his skin and bathed him in a subtle rainbow that delighted her heart and soul. She could not stop touching him. Hands caressing, eyes drinking in every tiny susurration of breath. The twitch of muscles and nerves as she moved over him, the subtle blending of her waking thought with his dreamy sleeping ones. Everything about him delighted her with a deep resonant joy. She had never known love before this one. Just as certainly she knew she would never know love after him. He was her t'hyla. Her heart's desire. The greater half of her soul. The better self that slumbered within her constricting logic. The eyes that danced and swept her up in merriment had also freed her to evolve into this multi-facetted being that could embrace his world in the same breath as she did her own. Only now his world was far more precious to her. Because of him. This beautiful, complex and gentle man. Mist clouded her eyes. She lightly brushed his lips with her own. Remembering all the times he had moved her, the way he made her feel. How her heart soared every time his smile serened down upon her upturned face.

They were still conjoined. She liked the feel of him inside her even in this inert phase. As if the very thought of physical separation was painful to her. Odd how possessive it made her feel. Interdependent in a way that made her almost believe they shared one heart not two. One pulse oxygenating two bodies. Red blood for green and green for red. A fair if exotic trade. One breath inflating both sets of lungs with the precious gift of life. On some level she knew her thoughts were complete fancy but she also knew now what it was to have hopes and dreams. Wishes only the heart could make. A sigh drifted from her lips. Loving him more with each passing second until she felt she would burst with the sheer intensity of her emotions. He stirred slowly. Her alpha and omega. Her beginning and end. She smiled, luxuriating in helping him wake in the most erotic way possible. Sliding gently off him she worked her way down. Hands, mouth, lips, teeth all conspiring to gently rouse him. His mind dreams were hers too. She orchestrated the rise and fall of his passions and like a symphony the groundswell of sensations they shared brought him achingly to the brink of release. Her tongue washed him gently, wetting him. Savouring the taste of herself on him and him on her. Her mouth warmed his cap and moistened the glossy head as she teased the slit. Her teeth gently catching him under the cap. Her tongue flicking out to add to the building sensations. She breathed on his cock and watched him stir as she coaxed the head to weep. Her tongue lapped at the oozing puddle, washing back and forth across his sensitive slit and encouraging him to leak still more into the happy open cavern of her laughing mouth.

His eyes opened in a slow daze. So sensitised and aroused that his erection was rock hard and aching with need. His gut tightening as she continued to tease him. She slid a hand under him to cup his testicles, her fingers rolling them gently as she kissed his weeping head. His hips shuddered slightly, his eyes widened with realisation at what she was doing. The look on his face made her laugh. The creamy white cum on hers had him chuckling in response, then she went down on him and exploded all the stars in his sky. For once leaving him speechless.

The descending spiral of mind shattering sex finally allowed him to not only get his breath back but to recover his scattered wits. He rolled her over and returned the favour, sinking into her fragrant depths, lapping at her juices as her fingers ran through his hair, her legs draped over his shoulders, hips tilted upwards to give him better access. She shivered on his tongue, her mind swamping his with hot dirty thoughts that he would not ever have dreamed her capable of before consummating their passion for each other. Another myth exploded. Literally. She lost count of how many times she came. On his tongue, round his fingers, until he only had to part her fleshy lips and gently blow on her sex for her to come for him. It was too much. Not enough. She craved. She yearned. Until it was an obsession with her. Gently he brought her back down to earth. Tired as he was, shattered as she was, there were other considerations they had to face. He knew she was avoiding that but deemed the time had come when they could put it off no longer.

She lay sated in his arms, both lying on their sides facing each other. His touch so tender it made her want to cry. He was smiling gently, his fingers caressing her cheek, his mind cradling hers in a joy so deep that it was without end. *We have to decide what we want to do, my love.*

*Why? We can stay here, be happy. Be together.*

He kissed her nose. A light affectionate act that was wholly Human. At least. She had never known a Vulcan indulge in such an oddly endearing action. *The Cap'n will be goin' frantic with worry. Not to mention Malcolm and Hoshi and the rest. We have a decision to make darlin' and we can't put it off any longer.*

*I don't want to make a decision, Ashayam.*

His voice dropped still lower. So soft she shivered. His hand moved to stroke her ear. She closed her eyes in bliss and tried to focus on what he was saying. *We don't know how long we can stay here.*

Her eyes sprung open. Wide with alarm. Afraid. He cooed to her and kissed her. She sank into his embrace, tears gathering at the thought that this might somehow end.

*Hush, I'm on'y sayin' it might not that it will. We have to be prepared, darlin'. I wouldn't be much of a lover if I didn't want to make sure of our future.*

He tilted her face, distressed to see mute tears rolling down her lovely face. He sighed and kissed them dry, hugging her momentarily to his heart before pulling away just far enough to watch her face.

*What do you want to do, T'Pol? Do ya wanna return to Enterpise?*

She searched his face for signs of impending grief. All she saw was an honest need. A desire to set their future in stone. *I want to be with you. Always.*

He smiled and outlined her lush lips with his thumb. *So do I, darlin', so do I.*

*Why are your asking me now? There is no hurry.*

She caught the look on his face and her heart missed a beat. *The entity needs to know what we want, T'Pol.*

*The entity?*

*Yeah. She's been watchin' over us, kind of like a guardian angel.*

T'Pol did not know that concept so he described it for her. She frowned. She would not have described the entity in that fashion. Seeing her scowl he prodded her for the reason. *She does not like me.*

*Ya don't know that.*

*Yes, I do. She calls me 'Vulcan'. She is rude and disrespectful and she is not what she seems.*

*What's that supposed to mean?*

A thoughtful look came over her face. Trip stilled his hands to watch her. *To you the entity appears female?*

He nodded. "Yeah though I don't really see her. It's this voice in my head. Why?*

*To me it appears sometimes as a female, sometimes male. Often it appears to have no gender. The form it chooses being modified to its' intent.*

He was not sure what to make of that last comment. "What do you mean 'modified to its' intent'?*

She looked at him for a moment before answering. *When you wish to show a stranger that you mean no harm what do you do?*

*Excuse me?*

*What do you do, Trip? How do you approach the stranger? Gain their trust?*

*Well, I don't go brandishing a phase pistol from the get go. I keep my voice calm, try to be soothing and pleasant. No quick movements.*

*Do you smile?*

*It relaxes 'em.*

T'Pol nodded. *What if the entity uses gender to achieve the same result?*

He tilted his head as he regarded her. A hint of amusement in his blue eyes. *Didn't work on you though now did it?*

*I do not like being manipulated.* She responded stiffly.

He chuckled. *Perhaps ya just off on the wrong foot with each other.*

*What will happen if we can't decide?*

He looked sad. It hurt to see his beautiful smile overshadowed. *Then someone else will make the decision for us.*

*If we go back, the Captain will part us.*

*Not necessarily.*

A frown deepened, she looked at him more closely. He tried hard not to squirm. *You know he will. He threatened to throw you off the ship.*

*He was just mad at me. He didn't really mean it.*

*I would be returned to Vulcan in shame.*

*You would not be able to prevent it.*

Tears coursed down his cheeks before he could stop them. He buried his head in her neck and tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to break his heart. Hanging on to her for all he was worth. Unable to bear the thought of losing her. She cradled, soothed and rocked him. Had not meant to upset him with her negativity but she knew no other way to be. She loved him and as such owed him her honesty even if it inadvertently hurt him. Both now mutely took comfort in the other, their thoughts a tangle of vague and nebulous possibilities as they prepared to face up to an uncertain future.

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Three people have made comments

Damn girl... *gulp* Was that as good for anyone else as it was for me? *zoinks* ;-)

Oh boy, this just keeps getting better. I'm constantly having to access the dictionary when I read your stories!

MORE soon, please!

Yup, Zane, it was 'good' for me too!!! But apart from 'that', I really am liking Malcolm a lot in this story - he is definitely the most level-headed one in the bunch, despite his penchant for things that go 'boom'. Thanks for this Ali D!