By Special Authorization -Part 1-A

WARNING: NC-17 PASSAGE FOLLOWS

By Special Authorization: Added Scene

By: ShameOnMe

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance, smut cookie, added scene

Disclaimer: Not mine. I just help ‘em do the nasty.

Summary: At Ableone’s request, I decided to expand a bit on his story. Bon appetit. : D

She felt his arm pull her against his chest, and the last of her reluctance evaporated. She met his kiss eagerly, hungrily devouring his lips and welcoming his probing tongue, so cool within the heat that seemed to burn within her. Her arms encircled his neck as she pressed the full length of her body against him. It had been only two months, two endlessly frustrating, interminable months. Neither Phlox nor Trip himself truly understood the intensity of her emotional response to this human. Her need for him was impossible to conquer. She’d tried every means at her disposal, and yet here she was, giving in to her desires and reveling in them. It should have been a shameful act, but she had no shame left. She’d abandoned it along with her pride when she’d come to him and asked to renew their relationship.

He wrapped both arms around her body, pushing his hips insistently against her through the increasingly bothersome fabric of their uniforms as they kissed. She pulled her mouth from his and licked avidly at the side of his neck as she reached for the fastener of his uniform and pulled the tab roughly down to his waist with a single jerk. A forceful tug at both sleeves simultaneously, followed by an abrupt upward pull on the hem of his t-shirt, left him unclothed from the waist up in less than three seconds flat. Her mouth left his neck briefly to travel downward to his chest. On the way she caught a glimpse of his dumbfounded expression. She found it quite gratifying.

Perhaps I should surprise him more often, she thought with satisfaction as her lips found his right nipple and latched on.

Both of her hands traveled to his back, and she ran both palms slowly over the smooth muscles on either side of his spine, stroking ever so lightly from between his shoulder blades to the dimples at the small of his back before plunging her hands beneath the waistband of his blues to grip him firmly, luxuriating in the feel of his tight muscles tensing beneath her hands. She felt as well as heard the deep vibratory moan that came from within his chest. It sent a corresponding vibration through her body which traveled directly to her center, to the burning place between her thighs that ached for his touch. She ignored it. That would come later. For now, she was otherwise occupied.

His fingers combed through her hair, and she heard the hitch in his breathing as her mouth traveled lower and her tongue found his navel. Her hands traced the waistband of his straining shorts until they reached their goal, and he stopped breathing altogether when she reached inside and gently freed him from his confinement. She hooked her thumbs at his hips, then, and pulled straight down, baring him to the ankles. Before he could move to step out of his uniform, though, her mouth abandoned his navel, and she fell to her knees in front of him. Her hands, alternately cupping him and stroking the silky smooth firmness before her eyes, seemed to have minds of their own. She licked her lips, and then looked up.

The look of unrestrained hunger on his face was nearly her undoing. The sensation of power it gave her to bring him to release, to coax him to give himself to her completely while she remained fully clothed, had always been unbearably arousing to her. Vulcans did not engage in such activity. Vulcan males had no need of additional stimulation prior to mating, and the expenditure of genetic material in a fashion which allowed no possibility of conception was considered highly illogical and shamefully primitive. Her eyes remained fixed on his face as she stroked him. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a soundless gasp as she opened her mouth and abandoned logic.

She traced the underside of his shaft with her tongue while she palmed the weeping head, distributing the fruits of her labor over his skin, and then began stroking him in earnest, running her tongue in circles over the tip as she did so. He began to move his hips in time with her strokes. She could no longer see his face, but his inarticulate whimpers urged her on. The salty bitter taste of his response to her attentions encouraged her to continue, and she abandoned her grip to engulf him completely within her mouth, feeling his thrusts butt against the back of her throat as his pace increased. She grasped his buttocks and encouraged his thrusting, working his shaft with her tongue, pulling and suckling avidly. A burning began then, both in the back of her head and in her loins, and the bond finally began to function in the manner that it customarily did when her mate reached the point of no return. His complete abandonment of restraint allowed an unprecedented exchange of sensation, even without the full mental union of a meld. Her own arousal was abruptly augmented ten-fold as his impending orgasm struck her with all the force of an imminent volcanic eruption. She gripped his hips and pulled forcefully as he jerked spasmodically, nearly knocking him from his feet. He grasped her shoulders to steady himself, and cried out hoarsely as he spurted rhythmically into her eager mouth. Her cry, simultaneous with his as his orgasm triggered hers in a white hot chain reaction, was muffled by circumstances but no less heartfelt. She swallowed and fervently milked him for the last of his seed, releasing him only after his spent organ fell limply from her mouth. She knelt at his feet afterwards, resting her cheek against his thigh as he held himself precariously upright only by resting all of his weight on her shoulders. Their gasping respirations were the only sounds in the room for several minutes.

Finally, Trip was able to stand upright under his own power. He stepped back from her, flipped his shoes off, and stepped out of his uniform. Standing before her gloriously naked with a wry smile on his face, he extended a hand to her. She placed her hand in his and stood up, searching his face with her eyes. What did he think of her? Had she demeaned herself in his eyes with her actions? He pulled her against his body and reached for the fastening of her uniform. He pulled it down gently, tracing his tongue along the point of her left ear as he did so, sending a shiver through her overly sensitized body. She felt his hot, warm breath against her ear as he whispered, “Your turn, T’Pol.”

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It has come to my attention, after serious study of fics similar to this one posted on various websites of my acquaintance, that there is a fact which has been overlooked about Vulcan physiology that seems to show up regularly. Because I based the events of this ficlet on this fact, I thought I'd point it out. In addition to possessing green blood, pointed ears, increased strength, and a second set of eyelids, Vulcans also lack a gag reflex. ; )

I, too, have studied the various similar fics which abound on this and other sites and I find only one thing wrong with them; Vulcans do not consume animal matter, which semen definitely is. Good story, though.

I have always thought of the Vulcan prohibition against the consumption of animal products as a dietary result of Surak's teachings, not as a biological imperative. As no living being was killed, tortured, or kept in captivity in order to produce said animal matter, I don't envision a Vulcan having any problem with its consumption besides the shamefully illogical and primitive manner in which it was produced. : D

... and maybe the taste. It REALLY doesn't taste very good. : P

Umm...not to burst your bubble guys, but it's true--it doesn't taste very good. Makes for a hot fic, though, right fellows?

Any chance you might write Part Deux of this? You know, T'Pol's turn? I'd certainly love to read that...especially now, knowing that they're already all hot and bothered. :)

yeah, I'd like to see what Trip has in store for her too. Really enjoy ing the story though.

LOL! You guys are gluttons for the hot stuff, aren't ya? I wasn't planning on continuing, since this scene was meant to help explain T'Pol's total turnaround of attitude in the course of this fic. Just use your imaginations, guys. Better yet, go read part 2 of "Coitus Conceptus". I'd say what Trip has in store for her is something like that... yeah... definitely. I sure don't think I could possibly improve on it, that's for sure!

But...but...every different version can be so insightful, you know? Each author has their own unique way of describing such activities. Just a thought. Besides, the weather's getting cold up here, I need something to keep me warm. ;)