Forgiveness - Added Scene-txt

Forgiveness: added scene

By ShameOnMe

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Paramount owns these characters. I just let ‘em be naughty.
Summary: With permission, I thought I’d add a bit of joy to Distracted’s last angst-fest. Feel free to comment… but be gentle. I’m a smut biscuit virgin
A/N: You can blame this one on Bether… it was her idea!

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She stood and took him by the hand, leading him silently to the bathroom. She turned on the shower at full force, and then began to unfasten his uniform.

<<What do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?>> Trip asked her with a befuddled smile. <<There’s a guard with perfectly good ears right outside that door!>>

<<You are in need of comfort, husband. The guard is welcome to listen in, but the flow of water has tremendous noise-masking properties. As long as we are at least somewhat discreet, all he will hear is that I’m taking a shower.>> she answered as she finished divesting him of the last of his clothing and began to work on hers. Her face was calm and untroubled, but he could sense her impatience in the bond.

<<And what’s he gonna think if you’re taking a shower while I’m still in here supposedly meditating with ya? Besides… . didn’t ya tell me the Captain’s gonna remove the guard tomorrow?>>

T’Pol pressed her body against his and forced him backwards beneath the stream of warm water. She captured his mouth with hers, kissing him hungrily. Her desire and his blended in the bond into an overwhelming need which overrode all restraint or caution. Their tongues entangled with each other as they feverishly caressed each other’s hot, wet skin.

<<Let him think what he wishes to think, thy’la... but I am tired of waiting.>> came T’pol’s determined thought as he backed her up against the wall of the shower and lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.

He pulled her hips to his abdomen as she began to slowly undulate against him with her upper back pressed against the shower wall. Trip smiled at her as she stared intently into his eyes, amused by her eagerness. When she tried to lower herself downward and impale herself upon him, he refused to let her go. She moaned softly in frustration as her pelvis writhed more urgently against his body. Trip lifted her up even more, and bent his head to gently fasten his mouth to first one erect nipple, and then the other, teasing them with his tongue. He nibbled and licked at her neck, and then kissed her again, caressing her lips and tongue with his mouth. He could feel her tension building as she ground herself against him. His smile faded as her building arousal was transmitted through the bond. He lowered her gently, closing his eyes and groaning softly as she sheathed him, and then began a slow steady thrusting rhythm, pushing her forcefully against the wall of the shower with each powerful push of his hips. His eyes fixed upon hers as their combined excitement continued to build in the bond. He smiled as his respirations grew ragged and his thrusting became increasingly uncontrolled.

<<Oh, God… I love you T’Pol!>> he sent as his hips spasmed involuntarily and his face grimaced in ecstasy. His orgasm reverberated through the bond and multiplied, echoing T’Pol’s answering climax. Her response to his expression of love was a wordless sending of explosive satisfaction, combined with a very definite possessiveness.

<<Oh YES! MineMineMine!>> she sent.

Trip began to chuckle as he collapsed forward, resting his forehead on hers as they stood, still linked and trying to catch their breaths.

<<You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted, darlin’!>> he sent back with wry humor.

T’Pol gripped him by the shoulders to steady herself, and then, pulling away from him, lowered herself to the ground. She looked into his eyes, raised a brow consideringly, and then bent to pick up a bar of soap from the shower floor. Kneeling before him, she began to lather her hands vigorously.

Trip smiled at her in anticipation. Guess it’s time ta get clean! he thought.

As T’Pol began running her soapy hands over his feet and lower legs, he reached over her head to grab the shampoo. Pouring a bit into the palm of his hand, he tilted his head back and began to lather his hair. He could feel T’Pol’s small, warm hands traveling up his legs, softly rubbing and cleansing every part of his body. No inch of skin was spared. When she reached his scrotum and began to cleanse it with even more care than she’d previously taken with the rest of him, he pushed his soapy hair back from his face and looked down at her. She progressed to his partially erect penis, soaping it diligently and bringing him back to full erection in a matter of seconds. Ignoring his arousal completely, she moved on, despite his frustrated moan, to his abdomen. She stood then, and reaching around behind him to cup his buttocks in both hands, thoroughly cleansed them as well. Trip’s hips bucked involuntarily against her as her body made contact with his, but the contact was short-lived. She stepped back and began lathering his chest.

<<T’Pol!>> he begged. <<You’re killin’ me darlin’!>>

He reached for her, but she backed away, eyeing him with bland amusement.

<<I am not yet finished, husband… Be patient.>> she sent.

Trip sighed in frustration and dropped his hands. Then he gave her a mischievous smile.

<<Just wait ‘til it’s your turn, darlin’… you’ll wish you’d been nicer to me!>>

T’Pol, raising a brow, ignored him, finished her cleansing of his arms and chest, and then stepped up to wrap both arms around him to soap his back. His eyes closed and he groaned softly at the sweet torture of her slippery, naked skin in contact with every inch of his chest, groin, and thighs. He reached his arms around her and began to rub himself against her, caressing her back in long, smooth, slippery strokes. She responded by shoving him away from her and into the stream of hot water to rinse.

<<I am finished now.>> she told him playfully. <<It’s your turn.>>

With a look of teasing challenge on her face, she bent to the floor of the shower, handed him the soap, filled her palm with shampoo, and turned her back to him as she lathered her hair. He stood there gazing at her sleek, wet, naked back and buttocks for a moment, feeling a bit like a kid in a candy store, and then knelt on the floor of the shower and began to soap her dainty feet and legs. T’Pol appeared to be unaware of what he was doing as she scrubbed her scalp, but he could feel her anticipation and mounting arousal in the bond.

Trip’s hands traveled slowly up the expanse of each smooth bronze leg to the junction of her thighs. His soapy fingers stroked every crevice, and swept around her hips to cleanse and caress her firm buttocks. T’Pol’s head tilted back in response to his caresses. Her hips undulated in involuntary response. He ignored her obvious arousal, and stood to run his hands softly over her back, then he pulled her back against his hard muscular chest and began to soap her breasts and abdomen in slow, firm, circular strokes. She could feel his erection pressing into her lower back as he ran his hands down her arms and then up to her neck, teasing both ears with his warm sudsy fingers. She writhed against him as her excitement mounted.

<<Thy’la! Please!>> she begged.

Trip laughed softly, as if her desperation was exactly what he’d been waiting for, and pushed her shoulders forward so that her arms were braced against the wall. She moved her legs apart for him as he reached soapy fingers to caress the origin of her arousal, circling the small bud with gentleness at first, and then with increasing speed and force as she bucked against his hand. She suppressed a cry as her climax overtook her, and before its waves had subsided he entered her from behind, grasping her hips and pumping himself breathlessly in and out of her until he exploded in release, clenching his teeth as he spurted into her. He grasped her about the waist and leaned forward over her as he gasped for air.

<<You feel so good, darlin’!>> he sent in wonder. <<I can hardly believe how much better it gets every time!>>

He pulled away from her, turned her to face him, and held her soapy body in his arms, laughing softly as he caught his breath. She looked back at him in solemn pleasure, still somewhat breathless as well.

<<Indeed.>> T’Pol agreed. <<It makes one wonder what our lovemaking will be like in twenty years.>> she said, raising a brow at him teasingly. <<I wonder if we will survive it?>>

Trip laughed aloud, and then suddenly suppressed it, remembering the guard outside their door. He pushed her forward into the stream of now lukewarm water… the hot water supply of the whole of E-deck was likely to be seriously depleted by their activities that evening… and began to gently rinse the soap from her body. Her eyes closed as his hands gently caressed her sensitized skin.

His task completed, he stepped back, eyeing her satisfied expression with approval. <<There… all clean!>> he said with a smile. He reached for her and pulled her to him, gently kissing her on the forehead. <<I wonder if our chaperone heard anythin’?>>

T’Pol returned his embrace. <<I imagine we will know that by the way he looks at you when you leave this evening.>> she responded.

Trip smiled. <<Yeah… we’ll know if he looks at me like I’m the luckiest man in the known universe!>>

T’Pol sent wordless gratitude and affection to him in the bond. Although she would never say it, he knew that she felt the same way about him.

END

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

I have bypassed the NC-17 stories in the past, thinking my own imagination (or lack there of) was quite enough and I didn't need any smut. But there is real writing talent shown here and the eroticism is not smut or in any way demeaning! It is a sweet and tender expression of love. Thanks for a great story.

This scene fits so nicely into Distracted's story. The playfulness of TnT in the shower is sweet and illustrates that the love goes both ways even if T'Pol can't verbalize it. Very touching.

There are some missing lines in this fic!

<> he sent as his hips spasmed involuntarily...
<> she sent.
...
<> he sent back with wry humor.

Otherwise, this story was hot, hot, HOT! Verra nice.

Thanks, Binah... Bucky fixed it. It was all my fault. Little people kept coming into the study when I was putting in the italics codes... I had to keep minimizing to prevent them from reading over my shoulder... kinda felt like a teenager with a dirty magazine... and I missed a couple of the codes. Sorry.

Very, very hot n sweet. Loved it!

Be careful with writing the smut, though...it gets to be a bit addictive! In the best possible way.....LOL

This is very nice and really HOT. I hope you write more!

Great Smutt fic. But it needs to come with a warnin for the Male readers,,,"Attention Male readers,, do not read this fic at the begining of your work day, or during the middle of a work day. Males should only read this fic late in the afternoon, or at night,,, other wise males will suffer from serious embarrassment from their errr,,, physical reactions."

Great fic,,, Makes me want a shower buddie. ;)

Makes me want to meet the guy that can hold a female up during all of "that" and not drop them because their knees buckled from the "pressure"

Mitchell ... your comment cracked me up... that is when you find something really important to do at your desk all day

kabella,
I thought about the strength issue... but then... that's why this is fantasy, right? : ))

WOW, hot fic! Very nicely done. But am I the only one who cringes at the thought of soap touching all those very sensitive spots? Ouch. :-)

Let's just assume it's tear-free hypoallergenic soap... 'kay? And he rinsed her off VERY thoroughly afterward... *sigh*

You're not alone TJin! lol Fantastic fic! Couldn't tell it was your first Smut Biscuit!

Left Rasputin howling at the moon as he used to after his late-night encounter with one of the fine ladies of Moscow.