Deep Blue Sea - Chapter 6

DEEP BLUE SEA

By Y2Kelly

Rating and Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

CHAPTER SIX: Pon Farr

After dinner, Trip gathered his things and headed straight for T’Pol’s quarters. He stood outside her door for a moment, to reflect on what was about to happen. He knocked lightly, but loud enough for T’Pol’s keen sense of hearing.

“Enter.” T’Pol was in deep meditation before he entered. She felt she had been waiting for him too long. It took all of her focus to keep herself from seeking him out. But when she heard his knock, suddenly she felt all of her primal instincts rapidly begin to take over. Trip was a little caught off-guard when the door opened. She was meditating in the nude and her predatory eyes watched him closely.

“I’m sorry darlin’, took me longer than I thought. Just give me a sec.” He locked the door and went to her table.

He had his bag with him; full of all the medicines he needed, his granny’s ring, and other necessities that he set down at her table. Her eyes followed him with feral intensity. He removed his shoes and went into her bathroom to inject himself with the modafinil, Sildafene, and clean his teeth to remove the fishy taste from his mouth. Trip stripped off all his clothes. Might as well take ‘em all off. He was completely nude, washing his face, slurping in water and spitting it out to rinse out his mouth when he was startled as he lifted his head back up to find T’Pol staring at him in the mirror. He quickly turned around to meet her intense stare.

“How ya’ feelin’, darlin’?” He said softly, already knowing how she felt. Her strong desires were quickly having an effect on him through their bond. Her face perspired and her mouth watered. In her eyes, Trip saw no tenderness, no sensitivity, no imagination, no love, no heart, no compassion; and there would be no talking, just passionate sex. She closed in on him, focusing on his mouth as she put her two fingers (middle\index) on his lips. He felt a sudden jolt, like an electric shock. For when they touched, his psychic connection with her intensified. He felt instant arousal, and something more. Her intense need for him.

Her fingers moved around his face, desperately feeling out his masculine structure, as her eyes followed each touch. He watched her crazed eyes, waiting for her next move, growing largely aroused. The bond was doing something to him; something more than their usual sexual encounter. This time would be the most intimate encounter they ever had. They could conceive a child. He felt a strong craving to have her, to take her right there. To seed her eggs and provide for her need to have their baby. NOW! She felt his hunger and quickly shifted her eyes from her finger touches to meet his amorous stare. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her hard into his mouth. Her hands ran through the back of his hair, while they kissed fervidly. Trip picked her up by the hips and swung her around in the same motion, pushing her hard into the mirror. She growled at his aggressive response and bit at his bottom lip; sucking at the small amount of blood that seeped out. At the same time, Trip entered her lightly at first and then in one strong thrust; so accurate and hard that she gasped, forcing her head back into the cracked mirror.

T’Pol moaned in ecstasy as he began to take her at an increasingly fast motion. Squeezing at the bottom of her cheeks as they rested on the sink, he moved his mouth and little kisses all over the flesh of her neck; while driving into her deeper. They both moaned and growled in a maddening level of desire. Already, they were both shuddering in unison. The first seed had been planted and so began their first night. It would be the longest, most exhausting of all and Trip only now began to understand the true meaning of the Vulcan Pon Farr.

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The following morning, after almost eight hours of the Pon Farr, with exception to some calm moments in between when T’Pol would lick him all over, Trip was spent; no longer able to get aroused without additional medication. T’Pol was resting and panting as she lie back from straddling over him. He took this opportunity to escape her. He crawled out of bed and stumbled his way to the table to gain access to his bag. He hurried to inject the Sildafene into his neck, as she was already prowling out of bed after him on her hands and knees, winded from their previous encounter. The look was in her eyes. Already? He thought. She wanted more and would take it from him even if he was unable to give it to her. He watched her, as he was breathing heavy and sitting on the floor next to the table, leaning back into the legs of the chair. She crawled seductively towards him. He wanted to faint. He knew it would make no difference to her, as long as he was aroused, which the new injection of the medicine now continued to assure.

Trip lifted himself upright and back into the chair as T’Pol made her way to him more quickly, smelling his arousal and seeing it with excited interest. He gripped the back of the legs of the chair firmly as she suddenly began to work over his sensitive parts with her tongue. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, gasping in pleasure. She had never attempted such an act before. In him woke a sleeping hunger. She continued teasing him in ways he’d never felt before. How in the hell does she know how to do this to me? He wondered, but thought it had to be the bond.

Her eyes narrowed on his as she began to move back from him by leveraging her hands behind her on the floor. She sucked her tongue in remembrance of his taste. Where you goin’? Come back here! She turned around to crawl towards the bed on her hands and knees, but very slowly and with an alluring motion as her eyes continued to focus on him. Trip jumped out of the chair to pursue her. He would make love to her well into the morning. Not even thinking to stop and eat the food his mother left for breakfast outside her door. When lunch time approached, while lying side-by-side in rest, Trip’s stomach growled. This woke T’Pol from her calm, but light rest.

She sensed his hunger and decided to seek food for him. It was purely instinctual. He would not be able to mate with her without food. She crawled out of bed and to the door where she smelled the food Mrs. Tucker prepared for them. There was a tray from early morning and Mrs. Tucker was preparing to bring their lunch tray at the same time T’Pol tried to open the door. When she couldn’t figure out the door lock, she nearly pulled the handle of the door completely off. This stirred Trip to awaken suddenly. He saw her trying to escape and quickly rose out of bed after her. He turned her around and forced her back against the door and stared at her in a moment of complete unintended sexual arousal. She fought to respond coherently.

“You are hungry, t’hyla…I must obtain sustenance for you.”

“Allow me.” He motioned towards the door and opened it at the same time his mother was bending down to put their new tray of food out. Fortunately, while she was looking downward he saw her and quickly slammed the door shut. Mrs. Tucker looked up in surprise, as he was startled.

“Trip, is that you? Do ya’ want me ta’ leave your mornin’ tray with your lunch tray?” She was standing outside the door, trying to listen in through the door.

“Yeah mom, that’d be great. Thanks…just leave it out there an’ I’ll grab it all in a bit.” He shouted through the door. T’Pol responded to the female voice calling for her mate. It infuriated her. She started scratching at the door causing Trip to push her back vigorously against the door. Thump, her body slammed against the wall… a little harder than Trip intended to push her. Mrs. Tucker was startled by the loud noise.

“Are you all right, Trip.” She cried out, which caused T’Pol to growl and scratch even louder. What the hell is goin’ on in there!Mrs. Tucker wondered.

“Mom, I’m fine, just go, please!” Trip pleaded. He couldn’t hold T’Pol back any longer.

“Hmmm…okay dear. Just holler if ya’ need me.” She walked away hesitantly. At this point, T’Pol was maddened by the exchange. The only thing Trip could think of to get her to calm down was to grab her face and kiss her passionately. He pulled away abruptly to whisper into her, “Let me get this food, darlin’…I need ta’ eat somethin’ if you expect me to keep this up.” Literally, he thought. She growled at him, half warning him to not leave the room’s parameters and half signaling her craving for more. She stood there, watching over him, as he cracked the door open enough to peek out and ensure that no one was in sight. He grabbed both trays and quickly pulled them in and locked the door again. He walked over to the table with the food while leading T’Pol by hand. She suddenly craved to feast on the verdant plates of fresh Vulcan fruits and vegetables.

She ate with her fingers; a very un-Vulcan-like characteristic. Her loss of appetite seemed to only be an early symptom of the Pon Farr, as she ate both of the fruit and vegetable plates Mrs. Tucker prepared. Trip was equally hungry, as he devoured his breakfast and lunch. After they were done eating, his stomach was so full that he didn’t feel like having sex. But that wasn’t stopping T’Pol from straddling over him in his chair.

“Oh no darlin’, I need to digest my food first. Ya’ don’t want me gettin’ sick now, do ya’?” She only growled in response as she kissed at his neck. “Why don’t we get cleaned up…take a shower?” With her Vulcan sense of smell, normally she would be very appreciative, but in her current state, she basked in his musky smell. “Com’on.” He said, lifting himself up while holding her. Trip carried her to the shower, giving her little kisses along the way.

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Fortunately for Trip, in the next days to follow, T’Pol permitted his cat-naps to last longer after each intimate encounter they shared. However, he wouldn’t sleep for any more than two hours at a time for the remainder of her Pon Farr. It was finally on the last evening of their love making when Trip presented her with his grandmother’s ring. It was very late, nearing midnight and T’Pol was finally coherent enough for him to give it to her. She was beginning to feel the down turning affects of the blood fever; tiring more each passing minute as her desires diminished and her thoughts began to return to a calm and lucid state. Lying next to each other, they both heaved in unison, feeling the affects of three straight hours of intense passionate lovemaking. A force stronger than nature drove Trip to match her intensity every moment they shared throughout the Pon Farr. It had to be this bond, he thought. She was able to protect him during their Orion Syndicate encounter, so perhaps she was able to give him extraordinary strength as well.

Trip quietly rose from her bed to retrieve the ring box from his bag on the table. He hid it behind his back as he returned to lie down beside her. Holding himself up on his side with his head resting against his head, he gazed amorously upon her features. God, this woman’s magnificent,, he thought. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, still panting and basking in the afterglow of their encounter. While she lay there unaware of his movements, he took the ring out of its box quietly, not to disrupt her rhythm. He lightly lifted her left hand to meet the touch of his kiss. T’Pol opened her eyes, startled by him sliding the ring on her finger. She looked upon it with great interest, holding her hand spread out in the air. The diamond sparkled brilliantly from the light passing through her cabin window. T’Pol knew from its characteristics that it was an engagement ring. She averted her eyes to meet Trip’s loving gaze, raising her brow slightly, gratified by his gestures.

“This is my Granny Selma’s engagement ring. It was passed down to my mom and now she’s passin’ it down to you. It represents our bond, our commitment to each other; and as long as you wear it, everyone will know we’re engaged to be married.”

“Your mother honors me, t’hyla. ”

Trip lifted T’Pol’s hand and kissed her ring finger gently once more before snuggling back with her, wrapping his arm around her to pull her into a close embrace. T’Pol was exhausted, resting her head against Trip’s strong, ripped chest. The slowing beat of his heart added with the calm rhythm of his breathing quickly soothed her to faint into sleephood. Her Pon Farr, for all intents and purpose, ended that evening in Trip’s protective arms.

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Aboard Enterprise, sitting in his sparse looking quarters at his uncluttered desk, Malcolm received an update on the investigation from Harris.

“Your crew checks out okay, Lieutenant; but, we can’t guarantee that future operations will remain safe for Commander’s Tucker and T’Pol. My agents are tracking a terrorist cell in San Francisco, which we believe has ties to Terra Prime activities aboard Enterprise. We’re hoping to uncover other cells through them, but it’s not going so well. These guys aren’t easy to track and the operatives we’ve captured, don’t tell us anything we don’t already know.”

“Captain Archer was informed by Starfleet Command this morning that Crewman Wilson has been cooperating?”

“Yes, so my operatives tell me. But, I don’t believe she was a high enough level Terra Prime operative to tell us what we really need, Lieutenant. With Paxton’s trial wrapping up, it’s likely another leader has emerged. We need to find out who’s running Terra Prime now; or I’m sorry ta’ say, your Commanders may never be safe to return.” Malcolm looked away. “But rest assured we’re working very hard on this investigation, Lieutenant. It’s only a matter of time. In the meantime, you should remain out of contact with the Commanders as a precaution.”

“I’ll inform the captain. Thank you, sir.” Malcolm ended the transmission. He was not so sure now that things would turn out like they had planned.

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It was early in the morning on the eleventh day of their voyage, still dark and no one awake. Trip stood on the aft deck, leaning against the railing. He had a lot on his mind and didn’t want to disturb T’Pol with his tossing and turning. She was in a deep sleep from the lasting affects the Pon Farr cycle on her body. After seven days, almost non-stop, he was exhausted; but, unable to sleep now because he took a final dosage of modafinil yesterday morning and was still coming down from its effects. He was badly in need of that final dosage for their last day, but now he was wired and his mind was racing.

Trip took a deep breath of the brisk morning air. There was nothing more beautiful to him than the sea at this time of the morning, just before sunrise. It reminded him of the days when he and Lizzie use to get up at the crack of dawn to go fishing whenever they stayed in the Florida Keys. He was thinking of all that had happened, how his life had already changed, and would never be the same after they returned to Enterprise. If we return to Enterprise! He thought. Things could never be the same. He didn’t want to hide his feeling for T’Pol anymore, not from anyone, especially her. He wanted to marry her and make a life with her. But, he didn’t want to give up his dreams in doing so. He loved being the Chief Engineer of Enterprise almost more than anything. But he knew there was nothing he could do. He chose this path above all and did not want to have regrets.

After a couple hours on deck and with the sun rising, Trip could hear his mother fumbling around in the kitchen and smelled the strong brew of fresh coffee. He decided he had spent enough time thinking about things. His stomach growled and nothing would make him feel better at the moment then to sit down and drink a cup of coffee and eat some breakfast with his mother.

“Mornin’ mom.” He said in a mumble she could barely hear.

“Oh dear…you startled me! I was just fixin’ you some breakfast.” She walked over to him and gave him a hug and kiss. She knew he was all right after hearing movements in T’Pol’s room, but she worried herself sick that they weren’t eating properly. It wasn’t like him to skip meals. Especially, her home cooking. “Are you okay, baby? You look so tired!”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just can’t sleep at the moment.”

“How’s T’Pol, dear?”

“She’s asleep an’ I don’t think she’ll be up for several more hours, so don’t bother fixin’ her a plate, mom. But, I’m starvin’, if ya’ don’t mind?”

“Sure, darlin’! You just have yourself a seat an’ I’ll get ya’ some coffee an’ whip up some scrambled eggs an’ toast.” Lucky for him his mother couldn’t drink regular coffee with her high blood pressure, so he didn’t have to worry about experiencing the effects of caffeine on top of his modafinil high. She poured him a cup and set it in front of him. “Here ya’ go, darlin’.”

“Thank ya’ mom. Ya’ know, I haven’t had a single cup of coffee in seven days! I think that’s the longest I’ve gone without it.”

“I don’t know what y’all been doin’ this past week, an’ I don’t wanna’ know…but, T’Pol must be somethin’ special to make ya’ forget your mornin’ cup of coffee!”

“She is, mom.” He paused and smiled faintly, staring into his coffee. “I gave her the ring.”

“Did you?” She stopped what she was doing in excitement, moving to focus on him. “That’s wonderful, darlin’! Now did she accept it, like I said she would?”

“Oh yeah, she loved it, ma’. She would never say it, but I know underneath all that Vulcan armor, there’s a big heart just achin’ to reach out. She said it was a real honor, ma’, that means she loved it.” He winked at her and then paused for moment, staring into his coffee once more. “…I just don’t know when we’ll be able to have a real weddin’, or if we’ll be allowed to marry lawfully with all the xenophobia that’s been goin’ on? An’ who knows if we’ll ever be safe to return ta’ Enterprise!”

“Oh dear, try not ta’ worry yourself. Like I said, things will work out for ya’. Just be patient darlin’.” She cracked a couple eggs over the hot skillet and they sizzled.

“I just hope you’re right.” He took a gulp of his coffee.

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An hour later, Trip was feeling tired enough to go to sleep after his coffee and breakfast. He returned to T’Pol’s quarters to find her still sleeping heavily. Even with her sensitive hearing, she did not wake as he snuck into bed. Trip slept all day. He finally woke up 12 hours later and it was already dark out. There was no sign of T’Pol and he could feel the motors running normally. He was surprised how late it was seeing on his chronometer that the time was now 7:36 PM and looking out the window to see dark skies. He showered and came out to find T’Pol meditating in the center of the floor. She was wearing her engagement ring to his delight.

“Good mornin’….I mean evenin’ darlin’! How ya’ feelin’?” He said standing behind her in the entrance way of the shower room; toweling his ears in the nude. She did not turn to look at him.

“I am well. I’m only in need of meditation. Please join me t’hyla.”

He sat down in front of her after dressing and formed his fingers into a Vulcan kiss. She met his loving touch and eyes. “You look well rested, t’hyla.” She was pleased to find him intact from her Pon Farr.

“That modafinil kept me awake all night and into the mornin’. I didn’t go ta’ sleep til’ after breakfast. You look well rested yourself darlin’…did you get plenty of sleep?”

“I don’t recall falling asleep to know precisely how long I slept, but I imagine it was much longer than my normal sleep cycle since I awoke this afternoon.”

“Well, you know darlin’, you were workin’ your body pretty hard the last seven days.” He teased. “Maybe ya’ just needed ta’ sleep more than normal ta’ recover?” He smiled whimsically.

“And you as well, t’hyla.” She raised an eyebrow at him and he just returned with a smirk. They both pulled their fingers away to break the kiss. Trip took a deep breath before speaking.

“So, when will we know?” For a moment she gave him a questioning look, but then knew what he was referring to.

“If we had a medical scanner from Enterprise, I would know for sure within a few days of my Pon Farr; but, without one, it may take up to two weeks before I will be certain either way.”

“Ya’ know what I think? With how many times we made love, I’m sure we’re gonna’ have a baby!” He teased as he loved to do.

“Trip, there are no guarantees. To my knowledge, procreation between a Vulcan and Human has never been explored.”

“Allow me to be optimistic darlin’!” He smiled jovially. “I’m gonna’ go out an’ see ma’ parents, grab somethin’ ta’ eat. You wanna’ join me? You can show off your new ring!” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, thank you. I’ve already spoken with your parents this afternoon about our engagement. They were quite agreeable. We are very fortunate to have their support.”

“You did? Well, that’s good. My parents will love ya’ like a daughter, T’Pol. An’ ya’ know? There’s no need ta’ call me by my rank in front of them…it’s okay ta’ call me by my name, you know?”

“Perhaps, now it would be more appropriate to call you by your informal name in their presence.”

“It would make my parents a lot’ more comfortable if ya’ would, darlin’.”

“Then I shall.” She nodded to his smile. He began to get up to go to the kitchen. “Your mother prepared an evening meal for you in the stasis unit.”

“Are ya’ sure ya’ won’t join me?”

“I’m in need of meditation, t’hyla.”

“Okay, darlin’. I’ll see ya’ later then.” He went on his way as her eye lids closed to meditate in solitude.

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Mr. Tucker was drinking his beer and listening to weather reports on the news channel. After dinner, Trip walked in to find him tuning out the interference on the channel.

“How’d she hold up for ya’ dad?” He tossed a beer at his father.

“You’re alive!” He teased, catching the beer.

“Ha, ha, ha” Trip said sarcastically, holding his beer near his mouth before finishing his words. “You try goin’ nearly seven days with little ta’ no sleep!”

“What, did she wear ya’ out, son?” He chuckled.

“Nah…just catchin’ up on my sleep.” He winked at his father. “So, any problems while I was away, dad?”

“Nope, she’s been runnin’ steady on course. We should be reachin’ Maui in about three more days.”

“Three more days! You sure about that, dad?”

“Time flies when your havin’ fun, don’t it, son?” He smirked.

“Apparently!” Trip said before taking another swig of his beer.

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