Courage and Anger - Pt 2

Courage and Anger

By Quest

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount. No money was made. No infringement intended.

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Part II

“So, I’m not sure what you’re asking me here,” Captain Archer said. “For my blessing, or my permission?”

“Cap’n, we weren’t really asking for anything, and yet… It’d be nice to have a little of both,” Trip replied after he exchanged glances with T’Pol.

The Captain’s face was extremely hard to read for Trip, which didn’t happen very often. He looked bemused, distracted, a little bit disturbed although pleasant enough, too. Trip began to fidget a bit as he waited for a reply.

He stole another glance at T’Pol, who looked concerned herself at the Captain’s silence and obvious mix of emotions.

Then, in a moment, Archer looked up at them both, an agreeable smile on his face and said, “Well, then you have both my blessing and my permission.” He nodded at them both, and looked back down at his work.

Trip and T’Pol looked at each other and then back at the Captain once more. Archer looked up again, “Dismissed,” he said expectantly.

The two then turned and left, both confused from the interaction with Archer.

Only after the door shut, did a shadow fall over Archer’s face.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

T’Pol found herself having the expected troubles while on duty. She couldn’t concentrate or focus.

“Please take the con,” she said to Ensign Mayweather, as she made a quick decision to leave the bridge.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded, looking moderately pleased with himself.

T’Pol didn’t know where she was going, but she had to get off the bridge. She found herself thinking about the earlier conversation with the captain, and before she really knew what she was doing, she walked to his quarters and rang to enter.

“Come in,” came from within from a groggy-voiced Archer.

T’Pol opened the door. Archer was standing shirtless in some long pajama bottoms near his bed, squinting at her through the doorway.

Upon recognizing her, his expression changed. “T’Pol! Um…” he said, looking about for a place for her to sit down. “Please come in.”

T’Pol entered quickly and stepped aside so the door would close. “Thank you… sir,” she replied.

She had made the decision to come see the captain so quickly, she didn’t quite known where to begin or how to initiate the conversation, so she simply followed the captain with her eyes as he straightened his quarters slightly and cleared a chair for her to sit on.

“Please, sit down, T’Pol,” he gestured toward the chair. “Uh, isn’t this your duty shift?”

T’Pol obediently sat down, even though it was the last thing she felt like doing. She felt like pacing his quarters like a wild animal, but she would not.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

Archer sat down near her and crossed his hands in his lap.

“Is everything okay, T’Pol?” he asked gently. He’d already noticed something was really bothering her.

“It is not.” She paused as Archer waited with concern in his eyes for her to continue. She did so, “I believe it would best for everyone concerned and for the safety of the ship if I relieve myself from duty.”

Archer furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, “Why?”

T’Pol looked at the floor and slow her eyes rose to meet her superior officer’s. “Captain… I believe you have read the full report that came from the Vulcan High Command for the captain’s eyes only… have you not?”

Archer nodded and shrugged his shoulders slightly, “Yes… Well, I glanced at it.”

T’Pol looked quite irritated, one eyebrow arching high above the other. “You ‘glanced’ at it, Sir?”

Archer had got her goat and grinned with some affection. “T’Pol, I read it.”

T’Pol did not look amused. Her nostrils flared slightly in distaste of the captain’s ill-timed attempt at humor.

“The report contained a segment on the Vulcan condition of Pon Farr.” T’Pol paused; this time it was her turn. “Did you… ‘glance’ at that, Captain?”

Suddenly Archer’s face turned grave and he looked away trying to recall the details of what he had read.

“Pon Farr… Is that the time of Vulcan Mating?”

Again, T’Pol looked at the floor. “Yes, Captain.”

Archer suddenly realized he was being pretty callous toward his first officer when she probably needed very much for him to be her friend. He pulled his chair nearer to her.

“T’Pol… is this why you want to be relieved of duty? Pon Farr?”

“It is.” She worked her courage up enough to meet his eyes with hers. Her breathing had become quite labored at she struggle to maintain control. Her emotions had picked a rotten time to suddenly erupt. Why they would now, in front of her superior officer, was something T’Pol could not understand; in front of Charles, perhaps, but not in front of Archer.

Archer was very concerned. He’d read the details of that report closely, knowing that he could lose his first officer if the Pon Farr was not addressed appropriately. He knew that it was important to return her to Vulcan should she go into Pon Farr. He knew she could die if she didn’t get what she needed at this time. He knew of the severe chemical imbalances and loss of emotional control she was probably experiencing at this very moment. Beyond that, he knew too little for his liking.

He nodded, now with understanding. “Subcommander, you are hereby relieved of duty…” he said solemnly and then paused, “…until we can figure out what to do about this.” He paused, and put two and two together. “Ahhh… You and Trip. I understand.”

T’Pol nodded, gratefully, and before tears could slip out of her eyes she tried to slide hastily out of his quarters.

“T’Pol.” Archer called her, stopping her. The depth of his feelings surprised even him, knowing that she was so much more to him than merely his first officer and valued science officer. She had become a very special friend.

He started towards her and then stopped. “T’Pol, you are my first officer, one hell of a science officer and an important member of this crew. But more importantly, you are my friend.” There was a pause. “If there’s anything that I can do… please… let me know.”

She nodded again and said brokenly, “Thank you, Captain,” then made a silent and quick retreat.

Captain Archer stood at his window looking at the stars. How he wished things had played out differently.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Two nights later, Trip lay on his bunk in his quarters. He’d dug out his old Starfleet hacky sack and was tossing it into the air and catching it absently. Only now had he realized the depth of his agreement with T’Pol, and it was finally sinking in that he’d made an extraordinary commitment.

He’d had no doubt whatsoever when she’d asked him. He’d offered himself to her openly. It wasn’t that it felt wrong, or even frightening to have so willingly gone along with it, in theory, anyway. What bothered Trip was why he had done so.

Maybe that night they shared the dream together really had done something to him. Maybe he’d felt something both terrible and wonderful about the lovely Vulcan subcommander all along.

She might as well have gotten down on one knee and proposed. If she had, would he have said yes? Trip smiled at his own answer. Yeah, I think I would’ve. But why?

He tossed the hacky sack higher and higher until it was thwapping off the ceiling of his quarters and heading down with increasing force. The hacky sack made an equally pleasing fwooping noise when he caught it in his hands.

Okay Tucker, he mused, hard question – do you love her? Is that why you’re doin’ this?

Thwap. Fwoop.

‘Cause that’s what it seems like from here.

Thwap. Fwoop. Beat. Thwap. Fwoop.

How could you love her? You thought you hated her, right?

Thwap--Fwoop.

Easy, Trip. You never hated her.

Thwap. Fwoop.

Then what’s goin’ on?

Thwap. Fwoop. Thwap. Fwoop. Thwap. Fwoop.

He sighed.

“Aw hell,” he said, getting up.

He walked over to his mirror and rubbed his eyes. He looked tired to himself.

“Is she using you, Trip?” he asked, then mumbled, “and would that be so bad?” He knew that was wrong and shook his head almost instantly. T’Pol had made herself completely vulnerable to him. Spooky.

Is she in love with me? How could she possibly be? He peered at himself more closely.

“It’s T’Pol who has the answers, Trip. You need to ask her.” He felt an immediate need to do just that. She would still be on duty right now, or so he thought.

He set his hacky sack down and walked to the com.

“Tucker to T’Pol.”

Silence.

“T’Pol, please respond.”

The doctor’s voice interjected itself into his com, “Commander Tucker, T’Pol is in Sick Bay. She is unable to respond.”

“Is she all right Doc?” Trip felt panic creep up his throat. Had something happened to her?

“Yes, quite all right, Commander. I’m just running some standard tests on her right now.”

Standard tests? “I’m coming down there.” He didn’t wait for a response before he switched off the com.

On his way out, he passed the mirror again and stopped for an instant in front of it. He looked at himself square in the eyes, his tongue characteristically rolling inside his left cheek.

Then he nodded at himself.

“You’re in love with her Tucker. You’re in love… you nut.”

And with that, he was out the door.

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When he arrived in Sick Bay, he found T’Pol and the doctor hidden behind a privacy curtain. He could make out their outlines, and could see that T’Pol was pulling her uniform back over he shoulders.

“Just one moment, Commander,” the doctor’s cheerful voice called out.

Trip stood in silent concern while T’Pol finished donning her clothes. The doctor opened the curtain. Trip immediately walked over to T’Pol who was looking very flushed and not herself by any means. He could see sweat trickling down her neck, and her hair stuck to the wetness all over.

“Are you all right, T’Pol?”

She didn’t answer. The doctor answered for her, “Yes, Commander, she’s just fine. The tests I ran on her caused her some stress, that’s all.”

T’Pol turned to the doctor, her eyes rising from the floor as she looked up at him.

“Doctor, thank you, but… he knows.”

Phlox looked surprised, first at T’Pol, then at Trip. Slowly a knowing grin spread across his Denobulan features, and he nodded, “Ahhhh.”

T’Pol looked over at Trip to find his eyes fixed on her with a new and peculiar depth in them. Trip could see clearly that she was suffering from the effects of her Pon Farr. Why didn’t she tell me?

Without taking his eyes away from her, he asked, “Doc, really, is she okay?”

Phlox looked over at T’Pol for permission to speak, and T’Pol nodded at him, giving him free reign.

“I do have some concerns, Commander. T’Pol’s adrenalin levels are rising far beyond safe levels.”

Trip broke his gaze from T’Pol and looked at the doctor. “How unsafe are we talking about here?”

Phlox considered. “Imagine your body being pumped with enough adrenalin to lift a warp nacelle… Every hour.”

Trip’s eyes opened widely and he turned back to T’Pol. “Why didn’t you tell me it was gettin' this bad?”

T’Pol gazed into Trip’s eyes, her soft black pupils were dilated to the point where Trip could see little brown left in her eyes. “I wanted to give you enough time to… adjust.”

“Yeah, but at what cost? Your health?”

The two then fell silent, their eyes locked on one another.

The doctor merrily continued, smiling, “Well, it’s a very good thing that someone who might be able to make a difference knows, subcommander.”

Neither Trip nor T’Pol paid him any mind, as they continued to look at each other, their looks spoke volumes.

Phlox realized there was far more going on that he had been privy to up until now, and he began to happily bustle around his Sick Bay, seemingly quite pleased with the turn of events, “Well, perhaps the two of you need to find a nice quiet place for a while.”

Suddenly, T’Pol seem to awaken to the doctor’s comments.

“Doctor, the Pon Farr may require several hours, perhaps even days, to complete.”

Trip, who hadn’t broken his gaze from T’Pol, uttered “Days?” He looked up at the doctor, too, shock practically shouting from his features.

Phlox nodded, offering food to one of his menagerie of Sick Bay pets, “Yes, very well. Doctor’s orders. Neither of you are to report to duty until further notice. That notice being at my discretion.”

He paused, and looked back at the two. “You realize, I will have to offer the captain some sort of explanation.”

Trip answered, again trained on T’Pol, “he knows, Doc… at least part of it.”

Phlox turned around to face them, “Exactly…which part?” he queried.

“Just that we’re getting involved in a serious kind of way,” Trip replied, still focused solely on T’Pol.

T’Pol broke her gaze on Trip and looked down. “He knows all of it, Doctor. He has already released me from my duties.” She looked back up at Trip, apologetically. “I had to tell him. He is my friend and commanding officer.”

Trip nodded ever so slightly. The news hadn’t bothered him at all.

The doctor nodded as well, “Ah, I see. Well… then… Off with you two. Go on.” He began to turn back to his critters, but suddenly recalled something else.

“Commander, I suppose you are unfamiliar with the details of Vulcan… biological processes?”

Trip simply nodded, “Mmm hmm.”

“There may be some risk to yourself in this… em… process.”

T’Pol broke her gaze from Trip and glared at Phlox with a venom neither had seen before.

“Doctor,” she spat, “I will not allow anything to injure Charles!” She looked like a big cat with her hackles completely raised, ears folded back, baring her canines, hissing with vehemence.

Trip looked at T’Pol wide eyed as she turned back to face him. Violence? Could this be what she meant?

The doctor plainly felt as though he had completely blundered and he shut his mouth in response to her issuance.

Silently, Trip continued to steadily gaze at T’Pol, his heart full, his mind completely confused, but his spirit steady and strong. He issued forth with all the strength of his thoughts his feelings for her. Easy T’Pol. I’m here and I’m not afraid. To his surprise, her glare softened, her eyes moistened and her hackles lowered.

Did she understand me?

There was no answer, but Trip knew that the time had come. To wait any longer would mean those serious consequences would become a reality.

He had wanted to take her out to dinner once – maybe a date, or something. He’d wanted it to be romantic. He’d wanted to take his time, not rush things. He wasn’t the type to rush into bed with anybody. He liked to take his time with everything, especially sex. Rushing had always seemed forced. But seeing T’Pol in this state made all those niceties seem secondary to being there in the way she really needed him to be. And he had no idea what exactly that meant. A human and a Vulcan – it could mean anything. But Trip felt ready, at least for the moment. He watched T’Pol’s small frame begin to shake again.

Time’s up.

“Don’t worry about me, Doc.” Trip reached a hand out for T’Pol. She took his hand and he led her out of Sick Bay.

Phlox looked after them, the look of worry now deeply embedded in his features. He mumbled to himself, “I admit, I’m a little concerned about both of you.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

As if guided by each other’s intuition, Trip led T’Pol back to his quarters by the hand. It made no difference to either one at this point that they had turned the heads of many a crew member they passed in the hallway. It was matter of urgency.

Once safely in the quiet of Trip’s quarters, he turned to T’Pol. Her pupils had dilated fully, again making her a creature of catlike beauty in the dim lights of Trip’s quarters.

He grabbed each of her hands in his.

“T’Pol, before anything happens, I need to tell you something.”

The black-eyed Vulcan looked up at him, emotion beginning to flow freely from her features. Want. Need. Hunger. Fear. Pain. Anguish. Delight. They were all there, clear as day. It was almost as if her body and facial expressions formed their own language for him alone. He could tell she was querying him with marked impatience.

Trip swallowed and pursed his lips together. He took her loveliness in before continuing. His eyes met hers again and found that impatience had turned into pure animal hunger, almost rage.

T’Pol could wait no longer for him to speak. She growled at him, “What, Charles, what do you need to tell me?”

Trip noticed his breathing had increased to match hers. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was terrified of what he was about to say, or if it was solely because of her. He took in a breath, and tried for a moment before the words flowed, “T’Pol, I think I’m in love with you.”

T’Pol tilted her head in her characteristic way, black eyes shining in the dim light.

Trip continued, “Actually… I’m totally, crazy in love with you.”

For the first time he could ever remember, T’Pol smiled. With her eyes so black and deep, she looked remarkably like a creature out of a fairy tale novel to Trip – more beautiful than he could possibly fathom, almost unreal, almost unbearable. It began to hurt. His whole body and soul ached for her, and delaying their intimacy for the moments it had taken him to work up the courage to say what he’d said had been agonizingly sweet and desperately painful.

He slowly pulled her in toward him. She raised her face to meet his and the kiss that ensued felt like electricity shooting through both of them.

Trip spoke with his lips gently pressed against T’Pol’s, breathing her sweet exhales deep into his lungs. “Why is it me, T’Pol?”

T’Pol’s response was to surge her whole body into Trip’s, nearly pushing him over. She kissed him again and again, almost as if the kisses where providing her with the very air she needed to breathe. Her breathing was rapid and deep, and with each sweet breath came another impassioned kiss.

Trip felt like he was falling down a precipice. He felt a madness he’d never thought himself capable of. His own passion and desire terrified him. Slowly he began to realize that it wasn’t merely his own passion he was feeling, but T’Pol’s as well.

He pushed her away just slightly to look into her eyes, and she fought to stay just centimeters from his face. She was animal, leopard, tigress, beast, goddess and beauty personified as she hung so near his face, glaring at him with a rapture he never imagined on her features. They were both breathing loudly and very quickly, and Trip could feel himself flush in his groin area as he became more erect that he’d ever felt before. It did hurt. A lot. His blood felt like it was burning his veins as it pumped ferociously through his body. With each beat of his heart, fire thundered through his body, flashing white heat down each of his limbs. His hands and feet felt like they were on fire.

He finally managed words, through swollen lips and heaving breaths, “What’s going on T’Pol?”

T’Pol looked into his eyes and found his soul. “We are mating. We are bonding. You are feeling what I am feeling, the blood fever, the Plak Tow.”

Trip answered, “It hurts, T’Pol. It burns.”

She nodded. Understanding that his humanity made him vulnerable to her powerful chemical and emotional signals. “Open yourself to it, and there will be less pain. You can feel my body within yours and yours within mine. Do not resist. The fire will only be consumed in passion – you will live through it. Open yourself.” She kissed him, trying to help him contain the heat within his soul.

Trip closed his eyes, trying to let go, trying to open himself completely to her. Suddenly he realized he could feel her body within his, just as she had described. He could feel her going completely wet between her legs. He could feel the fiery burning of her heart, the white hot blood pumping through her veins in rhythm with his, the almost unbearable blazing of her passion igniting his. The searing inferno moved through them both, and scorching fire roared in Trip’s ears.

“Oh my God,” he uttered.

Within seconds, they were on the bed, T’Pol on top, unzipping her uniform and casting it off like a shed skin. Trip looked at her gorgeous body, her amazing breasts, the graceful curves of her hips and thighs. He longed to feel her softness against his skin. He reached out to touch her and found her skin searing with heat – a heat that he knew only he would quell.

T’Pol stopped for a moment and queried Trip once more with her eyes. She said nothing, but Trip heard, May I? He knew she meant his uniform and he responded with a single word, “Yes.”

T’Pol shook her head and again he heard, There is no need to speak, my Mate. Give me your thoughts.

Trip realized he was truly not alone in his own mind and the very idea terrified him to the depths of his soul. You can hear me, T’Pol. You can hear my thoughts and that’s terrifying. “T’Pol…” he uttered… I’m scared…really scared – and you can hear all of it; the burning, the intimacy – it’s too much too fast. Tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, making dark spots on his bed. He felt the moisture steam against his burning face.

T’Pol unzipped his uniform and lifted his undershirt, exposing his chest. He felt a gentle release of his mind. “Shhhhhhh,” T’Pol uttered the sound as she kissed his chest gently. She moved up to his face and kissed the tears on his cheeks, licking her lips to taste the saltiness.

“I’m alone again,” Trip realized out loud, almost heartbroken.

“Only as long as you need to be,” T’Pol answered.

He stopped her for a moment, stroking her cheek, then allowing his hands to fall over her breasts, “T’Pol, how do you stand the burning?”

She looked down at her beautiful lover. His lips were open, his breath came hard and fast, and his eyes were full of question and passion. “It is… the Vulcan way. The Plak Tow, the burning of the blood. It brings both ecstasy and agony.” She leaned in to his ear and whispered, “The release is beyond description.”

She placed a hand on his cheek. “We have no choice, it is part of the Pon Farr… But you do have a choice, Charles. I will only bond with you if you wish it.”

Trip realized that to share her thoughts he must also share her pain.

She pulled off the top of his uniform entirely and moved down to his pants. Gently, she worked the zipper down carefully, aware of his swollen groin.

Trip watched as she completely disrobed him. All alone in his mind, the idea that this was happening to him with T’Pol was more exciting than anything he’d ever experienced. But the sharing of their minds – that was phenomenal, and Trip determinedly collected all his courage and will to do it again – and to survive it.

T’Pol looked at his engorged groin, and moved her hands carefully along his erection, and down to cup his testicles. His breath caught in his throat at her touch to his most sensitive areas. He reached down and put his hands around hers, offering her a better idea of how much pressure to place on him.

“Am I anything like a Vulcan male?” Trip asked, curious by her almost tentative gentleness.

“Somewhat, but… I have never been with a Vulcan male.” T’Pol responded.

Trip sat up. “You mean I’m your first?”

T’Pol simply nodded, her hands moving again along his penis. She seemed almost to be experimenting. Trip tightened his grip on her hand which was around him.

“If we join minds again, you’ll know everything about what I need, and I’ll know everything about your needs?” He said, sucking the breath in as he crushed her fingers around his member.

She looked up at him, “We will be closer, yes.”

“Then do it.” He said.

“You are certain, Charles?”

“Absolutely.”

He lay back and closed his eyes and she drew him once again to the precipice. This time, he leapt willingly off the edge and into the madness of the blazing fires below.

Again, flames seared him, his blood burned with each beat of his heart. In the midst of the burning white heat, he saw T’Pol emerge from the wall of flames surrounding him. He felt it burning her, also. As he touched her body in their minds, pools of liquid heat emerged.

He felt as if he were dying. He closed his eyes so that their minds could merge as their bodies grew closer. The pools of liquid heat fixated all his awareness, as he seemed to glide through them against T’Pol’s burning body within his mind.

Open your eyes, my Mate. Trip followed her thoughts and opened his eyes. He found himself safely with the woman he was loving again, the pools of liquid heat sinking away from searing him with their fires.

Trip rolled them both over on the bed so he was on top and placed his hand between her legs. Wetness had consumed her there, and he let his fingers explore.

Still the fires raged on, but Trip was beginning to ride them like a surf now. His limbs, which felt as though they had been seared off, had returned to his control. Their breathing was in unison, both heaving for their next breath together. He could feel T’Pol’s inner hunger screaming at him wildly. She clung to his penis, squeezing with a Vulcan might that made Trip groan and twitch, but still he pressed on.

He sat up. I need to see you. T’Pol looked surprised at his sudden mastery of their bonding telepathy, but no less pleased. She let go of him, although she hungered for him more than she’d hungered for anything in her life. She opened her legs up for him to see her most private and vulnerable self.

He leaned down, breathing heavily onto her. She was almost indescribable, human-like, but not. The soft folds of the flesh were pulsating, moving to the beat of their hearts. Her smell was so unusual, and yet it drove him further into madness as he brought his lips to her to taste her and kiss her.

She called out in wordless ecstasy as his tongue explored, darting gently, then roughly through the folds of flesh, searching for and finding the places that would send her through the ceiling. He felt the surging waves of madness and desire his tongue and lips were giving her

Charles, now, PLEASE, now! Sobs came from deep within her throat. Trip felt the lump form instantly in his own throat and he lifted himself from between her legs and moved to face her. She threw her arms around him, her breath, like his, completely out of control between her sobs.

It was time; he knew he could wait no longer.

He found her entrance with his penis and slowly slid his way deep inside of her. She grabbed his bottom and helped to push him inside of her as far as she could.

He couldn’t believe how small she was inside. It was a very tight fit, and Trip could feel the powerful Vulcan muscles inside of her pulling him in passionately.

I don’t want to hurt you, T’Pol. He was afraid to move because she felt so small; knowing too, her smallness was being stretched beyond comfort. He could feel that her madness wanted him to tear into her, ignoring that her body had never been violated in this manner before.

Listen to your body for a second, T’Pol, you’ve never done this before. This is hurting you. I can feel it.

She knew that he could feel everything she felt and that he was right. She did her best to slow her breathing enough to sense the needs of her own body, rather than to allow the blood fever to completely rule all parts of her.

It is painful, she admitted. But it will not be so for long. It is both pain and pleasure as one.

Then let’s just stay here just like this for a little while until it’s just pleasure, okay?

She nodded, realizing it was again his humanity that wished to cause her no harm. The muscles inside of her still pulsated, pulling him further within her, but she stopped herself from any external movement until she had adjusted to his size within her.

Every time her muscles pulled at him, his muscles responded back, and being still except for their most intimate muscles talking to each other made Trip feel as though he were flying. The fire was contained in this one shared part of their bodies, as it should be. It was awesome. Trip had no words to describe it in his mind. He could only feel it. He knew T’Pol felt the same.

He held as still as he could. Thoughts began to pour out of him.

T’Pol… this is new for me. I’ve never thought to anyone before, but I need you to know that I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m inside of you, that we’re as intimate as this. I never knew anything like this could exist.

T’Pol’s eyes opened and she looked up at him. Softly spoken, lyrical Vulcan words came into his mind. Trip had no idea what they meant, and since there were no telepathic translators, all Trip could do was ask.

Tell me, T’Pol. Tell me so I understand.

Suddenly T’Pol’s inner muscles spasmed again pulling him further inside of her. Trip couldn’t help himself but let out, “Oh…Mmmm,” as he closed his eyes to hold in the feeling. He sucked his breath in again though his teeth, the passion within him dying to get out. A brief look of near agony flashed over his features as he flexed his penis within her involuntarily and another moan of both pleasure and pain emerged from each of them.

Once Trip had opened his eyes, T’Pol looked deep into his soul again. It means that we are mates. United as one. Always and ever, I yours and you mine. I would not that it be any other way, my mate. There is no one in my life, in my heart, I would share this with but thee.

Trip was palpably moved. His eyes filled with tears once more. He pushed himself just a little further inside her in response to her thoughts – as if he wanted to be even closer than how impossibly close they were now.

He repeated her last thoughts back to her. There is no one in my life, in my heart, I would share this with but thee.

T’Pol. T’Pol. His tears rolled down he cheeks and landed on T’Pol’s face. She pulled him down to kiss him, hold him, comfort him, love him.

Their minds and bodies were as one, completely intertwined.

Through the tears, Trips mind reached out again. T’Pol, I love you. I’ve never said those words to anyone before. Humans have been saying those words for hundreds and hundreds of years. Now… I know exactly what they mean.

T’Pol now found herself weeping also. They were genuine tears of joy. She knew this human was extremely special. She had chosen well.

Another spasm, another moan and breath sucked in.

Like days earlier, tears mixed with sweat, only this time, they were tears of joy and profound fulfillment.

At last, like a well-tuned instrument, the two began to move together, knowing the other more intimately than any human or Vulcan ever had before.

Their climax happened in unison, each crying out in utter ecstasy and agony.

For Trip, it was beyond compare. Nothing had ever been like this, ever felt like this. The fires seemed to explode, then subside, and a calm coolness came over him like a powerful wave of relief.

For T’Pol, it was the ultimate release, the ultimate consuming of her being. She had allowed a human to see her at her most vulnerable, at her most intimate, at her most emotional… It was completely illogical but she was glad she had. A very large part of her was delighted that her partner was Trip, and not another Vulcan. For she knew from tales told that after such an act, a Vulcan male would turn cool, often distant, until he was ready for such intense intimacy again. And that would not have suited her.

Trip wasn’t like that. In fact, he remained erect inside of her, feeling her body with his entire being. He didn’t want to let go of her, either in mind or in body. Spasms still poured forth out of him, and T’Pol’s inner muscles spasmed back in response.

Both were exhausted, but neither was ready to let go of the other. Neither thoughts nor words were needed. Their bodies said it all.

And there they remained for what seemed like hours, until finally, T’Pol placed her hands on Trip’s head and said, “Sleep, my Mate.” Gently, she disengaged their bodies, and wrapped herself around her tired mate. In a mix of sweat, cum and tears they fell deep asleep.

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I'm so glad you got around to updating this. It' really good.

AWESOME!

Oh, I really enjoyed this. I'm so glad you decided to write a second part.

Phew, it's warm in here!! Great story; I hope you're considering a followup! I'd
love to see the reactions to their bond.

Yay!!! You continued this! You MUST do more or I will see you out and make you! I'll bombard you with e-mails until you crack! We MUST have a sequal!!!!!!!!

So deliriously happy that you continued with this wonderful story. Love it! I absolutely adored the way you showed Trip and T'Pol coping with the onset of Pon Farr and this was pretty erotic and very satisfying. Well done. Methinks also there was a touch of disappointment in Archer that T'Pol had chosen Trip not him. Very good, keep going and thanks! Ali D :~)

okay after my ice cold shower i can now provide fb.

it worked for me. i'm a sucker for a good Pon Farr story and this one was very good. i loved the sick bay scene.

i am really hoping you will continue this.... i mean you've left a few things out there to answer for us -- Malcolm's reaction, Archer.. oh yeah.

Terrific job. Be proud of yourself. I appreciate to pon farr reference - it's part of who T'Pol is - I don't think you are ignore it. When I wrote A Women in his Life - ff.net - I took some heat for using pon farr too. Anyway, great job.

I've been hoping you would get around to continuing this story, and now I hope you continue further. This is really nicely done - you've really gotten inside these character's heads. I definitely want to see how they continue to deal with their growing bond, and how the other characters deal with this new relationship. Archer's a touch affected, Trip and T'Pol turned some heads among the crew... we need more! Bring on Part Three! And well done!

Wow - that was so intense! It was told in such a quiet, yet very powerful way.

I really enjoyed how you developed this story - not too sappy and not too slutty - just right.

I would love to read the next chapter (maybe some of the crew's reactions)!

I'm really glad you decided to continue this is well written and you've gotten to the heart of these characters.I also have to ask another chapter3 please more of their new bond and the crews reaction .The love seem scene was written just right.

I'm really glad you decided to continue this is well written and you've gotten to the heart of these characters.I also have to ask another chapter3 please more of their new bond and the crews reaction .The love seem scene was written just right.

Whoa!!!!

Is it just me or did the temperature rise significantly here? Great stuff!
At first I was sceptical to the cliché of Pon Farr but you worked it out nicely in the end.
Those two are so hot, gentle and passionate together. Please continue!

Woah! Am I ever glad I stumbled upon this story. Excellent! I'm with everybody else -- I do hope you add another chapter. it's just getting good. Thanks for sharing.

That was awesome, I understand that your home like is slightly difficult, but for want of a better phrase, that was awesome. I have an autistic brother, so I partly know how you feel. But nevertheless pppppplllleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeee, from the bottom of my heart, I 'm begging you, do a sequel!