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Getting in Tune

by Kevin

Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexuality)
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned within this text are the sole property of Paramount Studios, UPN, and Viacom. I intend no infringement.
Genre: Romance
Summary: Scene additions to my story, Behind Blue Eyes. It covers the time from Trip’s arrival at his parents’ home until three months after he and T’Pol return back to Enterprise. The story is told from Trip’s POV.

Author’s Note: In addition to Behind Blue Eyes, there are also references to my Season One Challenge stories Touch of Gray and How T’Pol Stole Christmas.

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Trip, take some time off. Go visit your parents. Get away from this. We aren’t leaving the system for three weeks. I’m not going to need my Chief Engineer during the investigation. You’ve already given them all the information you can.”

I can tell Jon isn’t suggesting it. He’s ordering it.

“Thanks Captain. Just send Travis when it’s time to go.”

T’Pol’s talking with Soval. I guess I’ll talk to her later.

When no one’s looking, I slip away quietly. I’ll catch the next shuttle to New Orleans and see Mom and dad.

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When I step out of the taxi and look at my parents’ house, I realize just how different it is from their old one. I guess they wanted to have something that wouldn’t remind them of Florida.

I walk up to the front door. I hope they’re home because I don’t have a key.

Luckily I hear footsteps after I ring the bell. It looks like dad. He opens the door and stares at me with a stunned expression.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Trip, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m glad to see you too, Dad… Can I come in?”

“I’m sorry. You just caught me by surprise. We didn’t know you were coming… Kathleen! Trip’s here! Come down!”

He reaches up to slap my arm. “I’m glad you stopped by!” He must see me wince. “Is something wrong with your arm?”

“Yeah, I hurt it. I’ll be fine, but it’s a bit sore.”

I hear my Mom running down the stairs.

“Trip honey! What a surprise…”

She’s wrapped her arms around me. She let’s me go and looks right at me. “Is something wrong Trip? You look awful!”

“Thanks, Mom. That makes me feel good…”

She frowns at me. My Dad still looks stunned.

“Things have been kind of rough lately. I decided to take some time off.”

“Does it have anything to do with that Terra Prime mess?”

“Dad, you know I can’t talk about that.”

“How long can you stay with us? It’s been almost two years since your last visit.”

“Enterprise will be in the system for about three weeks… Would you guys mind if I went up stairs and took a nap? I’m pretty tired.”

“Sure honey. I’ll call you for supper.”

“You don’t have to do that Mom. I’m not very hungry. I’ll come down and get leftovers later on if I’m hungry.”

She hugs me again. “Okay. I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me too, Mom.” I never told them I went to Vulcan with T’Pol last time. By the time I got back, we were too busy with the refit for me to spend any time with them.

I head upstairs to the guest room and collapse on the bed. I’m exhausted and fall asleep almost immediately.

I don’t wake up until the next morning. I look at the clock. Hopefully T’Pol’s meditating and I can reach her. I head downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and out to the back porch. I focus on the neighbor’s shed and think about T’Pol. I do this until the throbbing in my head makes it impossible to focus. I guess I’ll have to try later. Hopefully I can get to her then.

I hear my Mom come out. She sits next to me and holds my hand.

“Honey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m tired, Mom.”

There’s an extended pause between us.

“Does this have anything to do with Terra Prime and that Vulcan baby they tried to pass off as a human/Vulcan hybrid?”

The question is like a knife to my heart. How can I tell her the child not only wasn’t a hoax, but was also her granddaughter?

“Mom, I really can’t talk about it… But I’m not here because of the Coalition of Planets signing.”

She pats my hand. “Okay honey. But I want you to eat something. You’ve only had a cup of coffee since you showed up.”

“I’ll get something later, Mom. I’m not hungry right now.”

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Okay, I think I can do this. Just focus on the tree over there and think about T’Pol. Hopefully she’s meditating. She wasn’t yesterday either of the times I tried. I can’t believe she would go more than two days without meditating.

I’m not sure how long it’s been, but since the shadows have changed, it must have been quite a while. Finally though I start to feel her.

There, we’re in the white room again. As I look down on her sitting, my heart sinks. She looks so… feeble.

( Hi, T’Pol. How are you doing? )

( Where are you? You did not return to the ship. )

( I’m at my parents’ house. )

( Why did you leave me? )

( I’m sorry, T’Pol. Captain ordered me to go away. I couldn’t find you to let you know where I was. I figured I’d wait until you were meditating. )

( I am back on Enterprise. We are docked at Jupiter Station. )

I look right at her. She avoids my stare and looks at her feet. I lift her face to my eyes. She doesn’t look good at all. ( You did not answer my question. How are you doing? )

( This has been a challenging experience. Between losing Elizabeth and our difficulties, I have not been able to meditate effectively for several days. )

( Would it help if you had a meditation partner? ) I smile at her.

( Sometimes engaging in mediation with another has been shown to help the distressed party meditate more effectively. )

I know what she wants. I want the same thing.

( Why don’t you come stay with me? It’s less than a day away via shuttle. You could be here early tomorrow afternoon. )

( Would your parents object? )

( I don’t think so. ) I almost said ‘not as much as her Mom did.’

( I will make the request of the Captain. )

( I’m sure he’ll let you. Just let me know when you get here. )

( I will. )

I reach up to her with two fingers and smile. She understands and returns the touch.

( Good bye, T’Pol. )

( Good bye, Trip. )

And then I’m out. My heart feels a little better knowing T’Pol is coming.

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As I wake up and shake the fog from my head, I realize I’m alone. Hmm, maybe I just dreamed the part about T’Pol coming…

Nope. She’s here. I can feel her. She must be downstairs. That’s good…

I feel a lot better this morning. My shoulder doesn’t hurt any more. Mom and Dad know what’s going on. Falling asleep with T’Pol in my arms last night was nice. Just what I needed.

I frown as I look at myself in the mirror. My hair’s a mess. I haven’t shaved in… well I can’t remember. Luckily Mom thought to keep the medicine cabinet stocked. It’s almost like she’s been expecting me to come visit them. Now I feel like crap for not visiting them sooner. Hopefully I can make it up to her now.

A half hour later the man in the mirror isn’t the same one. I almost look back to normal. There are still dark circles under my eyes, but that’ll go away in time.

I walk into the kitchen and see T’Pol sitting at the table while my mom cooks breakfast. It smells like eggs and sausages. I come up behind T’Pol, put my hands on her shoulders and kiss the top of her head.

“I missed you this morning. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed your rest. You haven’t slept properly in days.”

“Well, then why didn’t you stay with me? You haven’t either.”

“I am a guest in your home. I helped prepare breakfast. Your mother showed me how to make orange juice.”

Breakfast was really good. I can’t remember the last time I had fresh squeezed orange juice or real pork sausage. I could get used to mom and T’Pol spoiling me.

I look at what T’Pol’s wearing. If we’re going to be here for another two weeks or so, she’s going to need more clothes. She can’t wear her uniform or my stuff all of the time. “I’ll go get you some clothes. You need something to wear besides my T-shirts and shorts.”

“Trip, honey, your taste in clothes is probably different than hers.”

I look back at T’Pol. By the look on her face, I can tell she agrees with my Mom.

“Don’t worry T’Pol, I’ll show you everything. You can tell me what you want.”

“Agreed.”

“But I’m still getting you something red. You look great in red.”

I turn to my Mom. She’s staring right at me. “Come on, Mom. Let’s go.”

“What do you mean you will show her?”

“If I concentrate on T’Pol, she can see what I see and vice-versa. I’ll just look at something, concentrate on her and then she can tell me if she likes it or not.”

“You mean she can see what you see?”

“Yes.”

“Even when you are at the store? That’s miles away.”

“Yes. Even at the store. It works over longer distances.”

“How far?”

“Much farther.”

“How far?”

“Trust me Mom. It’s much, much farther.”

“Wow!”

I chuckle and grin at her. “Yeah, wow is the right word to describe it… So you about ready to go, Mom?”

“Just give me a few minutes to clean up.”

T’Pol moves to pick up the plates. “I can take care of that.”

“No, T’Pol, you sit down. I can clean up.”

“Mom, give me a couple of minutes to get my shopping list.”

“What do you need that for, honey?”

“Since I knew T’Pol was coming, I got chef to send me a few recipes for the stuff she normally eats.”

T’Pol looks at me. “You did not have to do that. Your mother knows Vulcans are vegetarians.”

“I know, but he gave me the recipe for the vegetable broth you have in the mornings as well as a few other meals. They look pretty straight forward to make. I’m sure we’ll be able to do a decent job.”

Mom catches my words. “What do you mean ‘we’ Trip?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to cook for myself. T’Pol and I can figure out how to make the stuff… Well I’ll be back down in a bit and then we can head to the store.”

“I will return with you to our room.”

“Sure thing T’Pol…”

She follows right behind me as I walk up the stairs. Once we’re in our room I turn to her. “Come here.” I pull her in to me. I wrap my arms around her.

There is a brief delay before she buries her head in my chest and holds me just as tightly.

“I’m glad you’re here. I’m feeling better already.”

“You do not have to go out of your way to prepare any special meals for me. I am sure your mother can meet my dietary requirements.”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have much else to do. Besides we can work on them together. I’ll still need your help to taste the stuff. I’ve never had any of the recipes he gave me so I don’t know what they’re supposed to taste like. Plus we won’t be able to get a couple of the ingredients and he suggested possible replacements… At first I thought he was pulling my leg with the collard greens.”

“Why? They are very nutritious.”

“I guess I just never pictured you eating soul food.” I look down at her. She looks a bit better than me, but not much.

“It’ll take us a couple of hours to get everything. Why don’t you meditate? That’ll make contacting you easier for me.”

“Agreed.”

I kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit. It’ll take about forty minutes or so to get groceries. We’ll look at clothes after that.”

I let her go and head out to go with my Mom.

Two hours later we have enough food for the four of us and I found five tops and three pants that T’Pol liked. I was able to even find the athletic support underwear she prefers.

As we walk along the mall, I see a store I didn’t see before. I smile to myself as I decide to have some fun.

“Hey Mom, I’ll see you in a bit. I’ll meet you by the car in 30 minutes.”

“I can come with you…”

“No, I’m not going into Intimate Treasures with my Mom. That’d be creepy.”

I scan the store looking for a display I like. I find one and stare right at it while focusing on T’Pol.

( What do you think of that? )

( I most certainly will not wear that. It is too complicated and serves no useful purpose. )

( Are you kidding T’Pol? The point of a push-up bra and garters is to turn on a man. It serves a perfectly useful purpose. You’d look really great in them. )

( Would not being fully nude accomplish the same effect? )

( You would think so, but it doesn’t work that way. You want some clothes, but not enough to really hide anything. So what do you think? They’ve got them in red. )

( No. I will not wear that. )

While she is with me, I look around the store.

( There seems to be a wide variety of undergarments for sale at this store. None of them seem very functional. )

( Sure they’re not what you wear, but some women love wearing this stuff. Some men do too. )

( What do you mean ‘some men do too?’ )

( I’ll explain later. )

I see something that catches my eye. ( I see something you might like. ) I walk over to it in order to get a better look.

( I most certainly will not wear the skin of a cow. )

( Are you sure? You’d look great in that black leather vest. Since it doesn’t lace up completely, it’d highlight your breasts. )

( Enough of this. I will not wear any clothing sold in this store. Please return with your mother.)

( Okay. See you in a bit. )

As I pay the cashier I wonder if I’ll be able to get T’Pol to wear either of the G-strings I just purchased for her. If not, I’ll still love to feel her reaction when I give them to her. That alone will justify their cost.

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I’m pretty impressed with myself. I sat here for two hours focused on the meditation candle. Not only that, but my legs didn’t fall asleep this time either.

T’Pol does make it difficult to concentrate, though. Once we get ready to meditate, she insists that we each strip down to our shorts. I can’t understand why other than to test me. I think she is challenging me to focus on something other than her bare rack just half a meter away. I’m not sure if I should be proud or ashamed that I can focus on a candle’s flame for two hours with a nearly nude woman sitting across from me.

I’m going to indulge myself though until she stops meditating. Hey, I’m still a man! And they are nice…

She knocks me out of my staring with a question. “Do you trust me, Trip?”

I can’t believe she asked me that. After all we’ve been through together. Even at our worst, I still trusted her with my life. “Of course, T’Pol. I can’t believe you could even ask that question.”

“As you know, I have been studying the Kir’shara. It contains material relevant to mated couples.”

I’m not sure what she’s saying. “Are you saying you found something for us?” I grin at her. She knows I’m teasing.

“It includes instructions on how couples can increase their level of intimacy.”

That’s funny. Basically it has the Vulcan equivalent of the Kama Sutra. “Well, okay, T’Pol, but I don’t think we need a book to tell us how to have sex. I think we can figure that out on our own.”

She gives me a frustrated look. “For Vulcans, there is much more to intimacy than simply sexual intercourse. We can strengthen our bond. There is a procedure called a mind meld. With it, we can…”

I’m shocked. I remember what a mind meld did to Soval. “I know what a mind meld is T’Pol. I saw one performed.”

“When?”

“I saw Soval perform one. Are you really sure that is what you want to do? It didn’t look too pleasant.”

“This would be different. We are bonded so the level of effort on my part would not be as great. According to the texts, we should find the experience satisfying.”

I game if she is. “What do you have to do?”

“I will apply my hand to the contact points on your face. I will guide you through the process. You will need to relax and open your mind to me.”

“Sure thing.”

She leans toward me and touches my face.

“Wait a second T’Pol.”

I reach over and pull her into my lap. I wrap her legs around my waist and pull her close. I lean my forehead against hers and smile at her.

“Why did you do that?”

“I know you don’t think this will be tiring, but I’m not so sure. You just focus on the mind meld and I’ll hold onto you.”

“Very well then.”

She returned her hand to my face. Soon I feel something very different than before. While I could feel her presence in my head before, this is much stronger.

( Are you feeling any discomfort? )

( No. I can feel you much stronger than before. I’m not sure how to describe it. )

( Focus on me. I will pull you into my mind. I will try something simple. )

I feel things changing around me. I am surrounded by something… alien.

( T’Pol, am I in your mind? This is completely different from anything I’ve seen before. It’s not familiar at all. )

( Yes. You are experiencing what I experience. Continue to focus on me. I will attempt to show you this morning. )

Suddenly the scene around me changes. I am looking at myself eating breakfast. I have this strange feeling of pride.

( You are experiencing my feelings Trip. )

( I didn’t know you felt emotions like pride. )

( You should know by now that I feel emotions. I just control them. )

( Okay, but why are you feeling pride? We’re just eating breakfast. It’s not that big of a deal. )

( You are eating a breakfast I made for you. Instead of eating the steak and eggs your mother prepared, you had the fruit salad, vegetable broth and bagel I prepared. )

( Well, why wouldn’t I eat it? It was good. I never thought of having vegetable broth for breakfast but it’s tasty. I’m still surprised she lets you use her kitchen, let alone make me breakfast. )

( I insist on helping. )

The scene changes again. This time we’re on Jack’s boat. I hadn’t realized just how nervous she was today.

( You know I wouldn’t have let you drown T’Pol. )

( My body’s density would prevent me from floating. )

( We were in the bayou T’Pol. The only way you could fall off the boat is if you jumped. Besides, that’s what the life vest and line was for. If you would’ve fallen out of the boat, the vest would have kept your head above water until I reeled you in. You were perfectly safe. )

( We were surrounded by large aquatic predators. )

( Trust me, they would have been more scared of you than you were of them. They were waiting for Jack to toss them the meat he brought with us. He’s got the damn things almost trained. They were there for the rabbits; you weren’t on the menu. )

( If you say so. )

( I thought you liked it. You told me you were impressed with the variety of plant and animal life. )

( Yes, it was a very educational experience. But one I would prefer not to repeat. )

That’s pretty funny. ( Don’t like the swamp, do you? )

( No. I am from a desert planet. The extreme humidity was unpleasant. )

( Well, I’ll see if we can visit the Groom Dry Lake Museum. It’s in Nevada. That’s close to a desert. They have a display of the various alien crash landing hoaxes. I amazed at how people even thought some of that stuff could fly. I imagine we could go without you attracting any unwanted attention. )

( Is that not a bit far for a single day’s journey? )

( Yeah, we’d probably have to find some place to stay overnight. If you kept a hat on and we registered as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Tucker we’d probably be fine. Lots of couples vacation in Las Vegas so we probably wouldn’t attract any attention. )

( I have heard about Las Vegas. Are you sure that is an appropriate place to stay? )

( We’ll be fine. I’m not interested in gambling at the casinos or seeing any shows. It’ll just be a place to sleep until we leave the next day. )

( Let us discuss it tomorrow. We have been in the meld for an hour. It is tiring for me. )

( Sure thing. )

I feel her slowly leave. I kind of miss having her that close.

“I see what you mean about increasing the intimacy.”

“Yes.”

She’s limp in my arms. She rests her head on my left shoulder.

“I told you it would take more effort than you thought.”

“I had not intended to stay in the meld that long.”

I pull her tight. “Hold on. I’ll take us over to the bed.”

“I do not need…”

She stops talking as I stand up. It took some effort given her weight, but it wasn’t that hard.

“Here you go.” I set her down in the bed. I climb in next to her.

I pull her close to me. “Good night T’Pol.”

“Good night Trip.”

A few minutes later I hear her breathing even out. She’s fallen asleep. I’m struggling to stay awake so I can go over today’s events. I had a lot of fun showing T’Pol the bayou from Uncle Jack’s house. I had even more fun seeing it through her eyes. Hopefully we’ll do another mind meld soon. I like the feeling of being that close to her.

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These nightly mind melds have been just what I’ve needed. I can’t believe Vulcans denied this ability for so long. I can’t imagine anything better than holding T’Pol close to me as we wander through our minds. It’s almost as if we do become one mind. I have a hard time telling where I leave off and she starts up. Already I can feel our bond is significantly stronger than before. It’s almost as if each meld leaves the bond a bit stronger. T’Pol’s also getting stronger and isn’t as exhausted afterwards like she was at first.

As I turn over the scenes and feelings tonight’s mind meld forced me to relive, I realize I’m not the least bit tired. Unlike the previous nights, I’m too wound up from the experience.

She showed me her experience at The Forge. I showed her the same time on Enterprise. That was probably the worst time in my life. I had to abandon the two most important people in my life. I was certain I would never see either of them again.

I could deal with Jon’s loss. I knew he wanted me to leave him and help prevent any escalation between Andoria and Vulcan. I could at least take comfort in the fact I was continuing his work. As long as I focused on the mission, I could cope until it was done.

That was not the case with T’Pol. My world crumbled around me as I realized I couldn’t stop the attack. I couldn’t protect her. My heart broke as I left the system. Each strike on the Syrrannites fueled my desire for revenge. I wanted to reduce the VHC to a smoking pile of ash for killing T’Pol. I felt so helpless. I couldn’t protect her and I knew I couldn’t exact my revenge.

I don’t have the words for how I felt when I found out she was still alive.

The mind meld forced me to confront those memories again. I can’t sleep because of it.

Either that or the fact T’Pol’s ass is pressed up against my boner. I can’t help but chuckle to myself about that. I have no idea how I am going to make it back to the ship. That’s almost seven days away. It’s taking everything I got just to resist fucking her senseless right now. I know my parents would understand but I just can’t bring myself to have sex in their house. This old house. This squeaky bed. And T’Pol. I remember how much noise she made our first time. This place doesn’t have sound deadened walls like Enterprise. The neighbors could probably hear us. There is no way my parents could avoid knowing what’s going on.

But her hair smells so good. And those ears. And those wonderful breasts…

Okay, dammit. Stop thinking that way. If we keep down this path, there’s no way I can resist. I couldn’t look my Mom in the face tomorrow morning.

But T’Pol looks so good. And her body temperature. She feels so warm in my arms. It’s like holding a giant hot water bottle.

I can’t believe she’s here with me. I must have done something really great in a past life to be blessed with her. I still can’t believe she’s mine. Yes, mine for the taking. I’ve caused all of the problems we’ve had since learning of the bond. For once, she’s open and consistent. In the past seven weeks, she’s made it completely clear she wants me. It’s my fear keeping us apart. My inability to move beyond our past mistakes.

The past ten days though have made it easier. The mind melds are amazing. I can’t imagine sharing my life with anyone else. At one time I thought Natalie was the real thing. Compared to this, that seems like nothing more than a school boy crush. T’Pol is so much more than any woman I’ve ever known. More intelligent. More sophisticated. More complex. More stimulating. More beautiful. More wonderful.

There’s this part of me yelling She’s mine! Each day it gets louder. I can’t believe I’m reducing her to just those two words.

Well, not exactly two. She’s mine! Mine, mine, mine! I’ve reduced her to five words. She deserves so much more than that. I wish I could do better. But I can’t.

Ooops, I think I’ve woken her.

Nope. I guess she’s just shifting in her sleep. I don’t remember her doing this before, but then I usually fall asleep almost immediately. Since she’s always up before me, I have no idea what tangled mess we end up in.

She turns to face me. She has this content look on her face. She looks so much better than when she arrived. I know I do too. I feel so much better too.

The feeling as she nuzzles her face into my chest and pulls me tighter is overwhelming. I can feel the vibrations coming from her throat. It’s almost as if she’s purring in her sleep. She looks so beautiful in my arms.

Finally I feel my eyelids getting heavy. Maybe I just needed to work this out in my head. It’s time for me to throw away my fear. I’ll never let her get away again.

Yes, she’s mine. I’ll never allow anything to change that.

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“No, T’Pol, we can’t do this. My parents are just down the hall. They’ll find out.” She’s got one hand down my shorts and another pressing my mouth to her ear. I can’t imagine anything more difficult than fighting her off right now.

“Your parents are aware of our marriage. They will understand. You are constantly aroused. It is not logical to deny yourself sexual intercourse.”

“I can’t have sex with you in my parents’ house. I couldn’t look my Mom in the eye.”

I’m finally able to get her off me. What the hell am I thinking fighting her off?

“Please. I can’t do this tonight. I know it sounds silly, but I can’t have sex with my Mom and Dad just down the hall. I just can’t.”

I must be brain damaged. I can’t believe I’m turning down sex from the most beautiful woman in the whole universe.

“Cannot or will not?”

I can see by the scowl on her face, she isn’t happy. “Same thing in this case.”

“Fine,” she snorted at me. I don’t need the bond to tell she’s pissed.

She gets up out of bed and puts her undershirt on. This doesn’t look good. For the previous seventeen nights she slept with me wearing only her tiny little shorts. I loved watching her come to bed every night with her amazing breasts slightly swaying as she walked. Not tonight though.

At least she returned to bed, even if she did keep as far away from me as possible.

“T’Pol, honey, please don’t be mad.”

“I am not mad.”

I reach over to her, “Please look at me…”

“Do not touch me.”

“Look, let’s not go to sleep upset. Let’s talk about this.”

“There is nothing to talk about. It is too late to change your mind about sexual intercourse.”

“I didn’t mean that I changed my mind. I just don’t…”

“Good because I have withdrawn my offer for sexual intercourse. Go to sleep.”

Damn. I screwed up pretty badly.

“And do not touch me. Keep on your side of the bed.”

I turn over to face away from her. I realize I can’t feel her any more. For the first time in almost three weeks, she is shielding her mind from me. I hadn’t realized just how attached I’ve become to that feeling. Now that she’s gone, I feel almost empty.

She’s less than a meter away from me but yet I feel completely alone. All because I can’t get over some ridiculous hang up about having sex in my parents’ house. I feel a little tear run down my nose. I hope I don’t lose her again. How could I be so stupid?

I feel someone shake me. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately.

“Trip, wake up.”

I open my eyes. T’Pol is there with a hand on my shoulder.

“We have to meet Travis in New Orleans at 0600 hours. You need to wake up now.”

“Okay, T’Pol. Give me a few minutes to take a shower.”

“We have to leave here in 17 minutes in order to be on time to meet Travis.”

“I’ll be downstairs in ten minutes or so. Could you wake up Mom and Dad so they are ready to say bye?”

“I am not sure that would be proper.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just knock on their door. Mom might even be awake already. She usually gets up in fifteen minutes anyway.”

I get up and grab my stuff for the shower. T’Pol is just standing there looking at me with a bit of a scowl. I reach over and pat her bottom, “Come on, scoot. I’ll see you downstairs in a bit.”

She deepens the scowl a bit after I patted her bottom. I thought it was funny. Apparently she does not. Oh well…

A few minutes into the flight and the uncomfortable silence continues. But I’m glad to be heading home. Luckily Enterprise is in orbit so it won’t take long to get back to the ship. Since T’Pol won’t talk to me and Travis is focused on flying, I’m alone with my thoughts. I can’t believe I made it. Eighteen days sharing a bed with T’Pol and no sex. Not once. Thank God for baggy shorts. I don’t think my hard-on’s gone down in two days. I feel like I’m about to explode. Literally.

I can’t wait to get back on the ship. Three weeks with Mom and Dad was a bit much. I can tell it’s been a bit much for T’Pol too. She’s been a little agitated the past couple of days. If she wasn’t Vulcan, I’d say bitchy. She hasn’t said a word to me since we left my parents’ house. I can’t believe she’d react this way to brushing her off last night. Maybe Vulcans need to get laid too?

That’s probably not it though. I’m so horny I can barely think straight. She’s probably completely baffled about what’s going on in my head. I can still hear her: “It is not logical to deny yourself sexual intercourse this long. Your parents are married. They would understand.” Of course it’s not logical. I don’t care if I am 33 and married to the most beautiful woman in the universe. I don’t want my Mom knowing I have sex.

What hurts the most is her shielding herself from me. She hasn’t done that since we got Elizabeth back to Enterprise. Things were going so good and I screwed them up. Dammit, what was I thinking?

Travis does such a great job landing the shuttle, I don’t realize we’re even back on the ship until he blows the hatch.

“Do you need any help Commanders?”

“No. Thanks Travis. We don’t have much stuff.”

“Okay. Captain asked me to return to the bridge as soon as we got back. I’ll see you two later.”

“Later Travis.”

As soon as Travis leaves, I look at T’Pol. She’s still shielding me. She’s also staying just out of reach. It looks like the past three weeks are down the tubes. We’re back where we were before. Dammit.

“Hey T’Pol, I’m hungry. Want to join me for a late breakfast?”

I’m a bit scared by how long it takes her to respond. It’s like she’s debating with herself even to eat with me.

“I will join you.”

A half hour later I wonder why she even bothered. She hasn’t said one word to me and she’s acting like I’m not even here. That only makes it worse. I’d rather have eaten alone. Or at least we could’ve sat with Hoshi for some chit chat.

I finish breakfast as soon as possible. I guess if I’m going to be alone, I can do that in the comfort of my own quarters. Or maybe I’ll sneak off to engineering to see my baby.

“Well T’Pol, I’ll be seeing you.”

As I stand up she looks at me for the first time. “Wait, Trip… Please.”

When I see her face, something looks different. She is having difficulty controlling her emotions.

“The Captain has not cleared either of us for duty. Would you care to return to my quarters for a meditation session? It has been three days since I have meditated.”

That’s the problem. I feel so bad now. She’s wasn’t able to meditate. I’d imagine our mind melds probably made it even harder for her to keep her control. That’s what’s going on. She’s trying to maintain her control and shielding herself was the only way to do that.

“Sure T’Pol. You should’ve said something earlier. You shouldn’t neglect that. I’ll be happy to help. I’m sorry.”

She got up and we left together. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Hoshi’s eyes were burning holes in the back of my head. You know, sometimes her behavior is really strange when she sees T’Pol and I together. If I wasn’t sure she liked Malcolm, I’d swear she’s jealous.

Okay Trip, get a clue. Not every woman is in love with you!

I chuckle to myself in a pathetic way. Actually no woman has ever really been in love with me. The only women to ever show any interest were Jolene, Natalie and Amanda. Well, no, Jolene didn’t show an interest in me either. Or at least any interest beyond ridiculing me. I still can’t understand what she meant when she called me “Honky Tonk”. Hell, I’m from Florida, not Texas. She couldn’t even tell the difference and called me unsophisticated.

My Mom told me to stay away from models. I should have listened to her. Spending time with Jolene… Shit, I can’t even remember her last name. Hell, I think it started with a P. Or maybe a B? Well spending time with Jolene whatever her last name was a huge mistake.

At least Natalie seemed to like me. I should have known though she would throw me overboard as soon as she realized I’d never be what she wanted. She never wanted to be a Starfleet wife. I guess I would have been more upset if I hadn’t already met T’Pol and Ah’len. She just didn’t stack up against either one of them.

By the time I met Amanda, it was too late. My heart belonged to T’Pol. She ripped it out of my chest and stored it somewhere on Vulcan for safe keeping. You know, I imagine things would have been a lot simpler with Amanda, but I can’t believe she could ever have made me as happy T’Pol has.

Wow! I didn’t realize just how much I was daydreaming. We’re already outside her quarters. She opens the door and we step in. The room looks so much different than the one in my parents’ house. It’s simpler and more sterile. But in a way I find this one more comfortable. This place feels like home. I guess I really have changed.

She spins around and glares right at me. “You will take your clothes off now!”

“What?”

“We are not at your parents’ house and you have no reason to refuse intercourse.”

“But T’Pol…”

“You will take your clothes off yourself or I will do it for you. If I do, they may be severely damaged.”

I can tell she isn’t joking. Her control is slipping.

“Okay, no problem.” Talk about a turn of events. I never realized she could go from ice princess to sexual aggressor so quickly.

I quickly get down to my shorts. When I look up, she’s waiting for me. She’s down to the tiny panties I bought her as a joke. I doubt Vulcans normally wear G-strings. But she looks great in them. I just realized she must have planned this. I wonder if that’s why she’s shielded her mind from me this morning. She didn’t want me to find out.

“Allow me to finish.” And she kneels down in front of me.

I can’t believe my eyes. She’s pulling down my shorts. Her eyes are just centimeters from my dick. Then she starts running her hand over it. She alternates between stroking the shaft and rubbing the head with her palm.

“Oh, T’Pol that feels so good…”

Oh no, she’s working too fast. I can’t hold out much longer.

“T’Pol, slow down…”

“Please, stop…”

“I can’t last much longer…”

It’s too late. I’ve passed the point of no return. I feel myself start to explode.

My legs begin to give out. I reach down to steady myself by putting my hands on her head. She gasps slightly at the touch. I think I caught her by surprise. The first spurt hits her hair. The second, her forehead. And then a constant stream from her cheek down to her breasts.

The sudden release after such a long denial is too much for me. I stumble backwards slightly.

She moves her eyes from my softened dick down to her chest and follows the line of semen there. The globs that hit her forehead and cheek start to run down her face. She levels out her head and with a quick motion wipes the glob off her forehead with her index finger.

She brings the finger in front of her, looks at it briefly and then sticks it in her mouth. I am stunned. I never expected her to do that.

Three more quick swipes, she’s cleaned herself up other than the glob in her hair. She ignores that.

She stands up, moves towards me and puts her hands on my chest.

She looks directly into my eyes. “Is that better?” Her look could be the same as if she just finished calibrating a warp coil. I guess the words would be the same too.

Her words crack me up. “Yeah, much. But it was kind of one-sided. What made you think of that?” I still can’t believe she just wiped up my semen and ate it like it was spilled jelly. That was kind of weird. And kind of hot.

“I am not sure. It seemed the natural thing to do. I do not know why though.”

I know what I am going to do. I spin her around and pull her back to me. I lean over to her ear and whisper, “Your turn.”

She shudders in my arms as I run my tongue along her ear and blow onto the area damp with my saliva. I still remember that drove her wild before. I can feel her excitement increase now.

She shudders as I run my hand over her panties. I reach my right hand inside and stroke her. She’s soaked. She shudders even more as I stroke her with my hand while licking and nibbling on her neck.

I wonder if Vulcans do foreplay. She seems to really enjoy it. Her ears and neck are super-sensitive and are easily within reach of my tongue. Although it doesn’t stimulate her as much, I still trace my finger around her nipples. I tug at them slightly. I don’t care that it doesn’t do much for her, I like playing with them. It’s too bad, too. Hers are perfectly for playing with.

Her breath is coming out in short gasps. It’s time.

I spin her around to face me. I lift her up to the desk and pull down her panties. I pull her legs up over my shoulders to shift her around. Given where her ‘vagina’ is located, I have to adjust her just right. You know, I never have found the Vulcan word for vagina. Or any other slang for it. I’m not sure what to call it.

Vagina? To sterile. Cunt? Absolutely not! Pussy? Beaver? No hair… None of the words seem right. I have a hard time containing a chuckle when I decide to name it Polly. I’m sure Chuck will agree that Polly is a perfect name…

I still am fascinated by differences that stood out last time. She has absolutely no body hair other than what’s on her head. She can’t shave it. At this distance, I could tell. I run my tongue over her thighs and lower abdomen. I really enjoy this. Her skin has a fascinating taste. I can’t describe it. It definitely isn’t like anything I can think of.

I also wonder if Vulcans engage in oral sex. Polly’s pretty simple. Just two loose folds of skin on either side of an opening. Nothing more. No clit. Nothing that looks like a urethra. Those loose folds of skin seem to hold nearly all of the nerve endings. She responds most when I run my tongue over them or lightly pull at them with my lips. She actually shakes when I run my tongue between them. Licking seems far more effective than sucking.

And her taste. It’s wonderfully tangy. I nearly burst out laughing when I realize she almost tastes like a tangy barbeque sauce. Her flavor is mostly smoky but with a distinct citrus-y flavor.

I can tell she’s getting close. She’s flexing her muscles around my tongue and gasping quicker than before.

What’s that? All of a sudden, it felt like a static electric charge on my head. Then I realize she’s placed her fingers on my head similar to our mind melds.

Wow! I can actually feel what she’s feeling. I go at her with abandon. I can feel her orgasm building. I feel my breath becoming ragged too.

When I push her over the top, it’s like we’re both having an orgasm. It’s amazing. I’m seeing stars.

I fall backwards a little bit until I am able to recover. That was incredible.

Then comes her demand. “I need you in me. Now!”

I’m ready again. I lift her off the desk, spin her around and bend her over. I kick her legs out a bit and enter her. We both grunt as I bottom out.

That’s another difference we found last time. Given the geometry of the situation, there are only two positions that work. One is rear entry with her bent over and the other is her on top. Missionary simply doesn’t work. The contortions are not pleasant. I prefer rear entry since I still have access to her neck and ears. So does she. I can tell. I can still feel her even after the meld was severed.

I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. Her muscles are flexing and the stimulation is too much. It feels like she is having an orgasm. She’s making brief squeaking sounds this time. She was much louder our first time. Maybe she has better control now?

Nope. A few seconds later she lets out this loud guttural moan and I feel her muscles tighten on me. That’s it. I can’t hold out any longer. I feel myself erupt inside her. Her muscles flex until I feel myself soften completely. My head is swimming.

I’m spent. I just lean on top of her trying to catch my breath. She’s breathing hard too.

A short while later, I hear that same purring sound I heard the other night. Her eyes are closed and she is smiling. So am I.

Finally I catch my breath. I know it’s time to move to the bed. I pick T’Pol up in my arms and carry her over. She just stares right at me with a satisfied smirk on her face. I’ve never seen that before. I’m not quite sure if I should be worried. I kind of feel like a mouse and she is a cat eyeing me to decide whether or not she’s going to play with me before killing me.

I collapse down on the bed after I lay T’Pol down. I tilt my head to the left to look at her. I realize I can feel her presence again. It feels so nice. I never want it to stop.

“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I am the one who should apologize. I could tell you were reluctant and I ignored that. I did not understand the extent of your aversion to being physically intimate at your parents’ house.”

I’m struggling to pay attention. T’Pol’s stroking me in an attempt to get me hard again. Her goal of taking blood away from my brain for use in another part of my body is starting to work.

“That’s okay. I thought I’d really screwed up when you closed me off. Please don’t do that again. I hadn’t realized just how much I need having you with me.”

Amazingly I can still form a coherent sentence. I can barely concentrate with her hand wrapped around me.

“I did not wish to hurt you. I wanted this to be a surprise. I thought you would find it more enjoyable if I took the role of aggressor.”

“Yeah, it was. I thought for sure you were pissed at me.”

Enough talk. She’s gotten me rock hard again. I tilt slightly to the left and pull her on top of me. She lifts her hips and uses her hands to guide me inside.

Once she bottoms out, she lifts her hands to mine.

“Take hold of my hands. Our connection will not be as strong as a mind meld, but it will be stronger that normal. It will be more pleasurable for both of us.”

I’m not quite sure how it could be any better than before, but I’m willing to try. Now that our urgent needs have been taken care of, I’m ready for a nice, long and slow fuck. I wonder what the Vulcan word for that is?

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“Give me a minute T’Pol. I’m finishing up my weekly status report right now. I should be done here in a bit.”

“Writing your status report in English would be more efficient. Writing it in Vulcan, having the computer translate it and then editing the translation is inefficient.”

“But how else am I going to practice writing Vulcan? It’s not like I get much of a chance to write anything. My weekly status reports are pretty much it.”

“Eventually the Captain is going to find out you are doing this. How do you think he will react?”

“Look how long it took you to figure it out. Would you have found out if you didn’t need to access my files to fix the ship while I was in a coma? And you knew I was learning Vulcan. Jon doesn’t even know I speak the language. You’re the only person who does.”

“I would not say you speak it. Your pronunciation is very poor.”

I laugh at that. Yeah, it’s pretty bad. “Well, you know what I mean. I can read and write it. I can understand it mostly. It’s not my fault I never get a chance to practice speaking. But I still bet you don’t know when I started writing my reports in Vulcan.”

T’Pol looks at me for a bit. She’s thinking as well as probing to see if she can find out. “The grammar in your status reports noticeably improved with the detailed report on the suicide of the Vissian cogenitor. I would expect that is when you started.”

“No. My grammar for that report was better because Jon stressed to me how important that report was and the likelihood that it would be read by a number of Admirals. That one I wrote in English. Hoshi even helped me with it. I started doing my weekly status reports completely in Vulcan about five months earlier. I did parts of them in Vulcan shortly after you gave me the new books. They helped me get a lot better with less effort. But I still had a lot to learn before I could write a full report.”

If Jon does figure it out, I’m not going to mention that detail. I’m not sure how he’ll react to finding out that I’ve been learning to read and write Vulcan since shortly after our mission began. Eventually T’Pol’s going to figure out I started just after having the computer translate her letter. Assuming she doesn’t already know.

“Look T’Pol, I need to get this done. Let me finish it and then we can talk. It won’t take me much longer.”

A few minutes later I’m finished and mostly happy with the computer’s translation. I’ll touch it up tomorrow morning.

“Okay. Sorry about that. I’m ready now.” I stand up, take my shirt off and drop my pants. T’Pol’s ready and waiting for me.

“Since I made you wait, I’ll do you first.” I move behind her and begin applying pressure to her spine.

Two hours later, T’Pol’s sitting in my lap facing away from me after we performed neuropressure on each other. I’m planting little kisses along her neck and ears. From time to time I reach down in front to stroke her. I can tell she’s excited as I am.

“You know, I still can’t believe neuropressure is supposed to be performed in the nude.”

“Now you see the merit of the modification I made in the Expanse.”

“Yeah. As much as I might have enjoyed it, I doubt I could’ve agreed to it.”

“I was not yet ready for that level of intimacy either.”

She purrs and wiggles her back into me as I stroke her again. Most people would think I’m insane, but right now I would rather have a mind meld than sex. We had a lot of sex yesterday when we got back, but we haven’t had a mind meld in three days. “You know T’Pol, how about if we did a mind meld tonight? I miss that.”

“Are you sure? Your erection has been poking me since I sat in your lap. I assumed we were about to have intercourse.”

I chuckle a bit. Yeah, it’s pretty tough to hide that. “Yeah, I know Chuck and Polly want to play, but I would rather have a mind meld. I like that better than sex.”

She shifts in my arms and turns her head around to look at me. “Really? You would prefer a mind meld to intercourse?”

“Well… yeah. I mean I would prefer a mind meld and then sex, but most of the time we’re too tired after the mind meld. How about we have a mind meld tonight and if we’re too tired once we’re done, we let Chuck and Polly play tomorrow morning before our shift?”

“You have twice referred to Chuck and Polly? Who are they?”

“That,” I flex my muscles to bounce my dick against her, “is Chuck.”

“This,” I run my finger along her gash, “is Polly.” I bring my damp finger up to my mouth and lick off her juices. “And I can tell Polly wants to play with Chuck.”

She gives me this look like she is questioning my sanity. “Why have you named our genitalia?”

I grin at her. “Because it’s cute.”

“No, it is odd. Have you named any other of our body parts?”

I smile. “Yeah, actually. These,” I cup her breasts, “are the twins.”

“The twins?”

“Yep. The twins.”

“I believe we should have Doctor Phlox perform a full medical evaluation of your neural pathways as soon as possible. It seems the frequent mind melds have damaged them.”

I can tell she’s teasing me.

“Well does that mean we can do a mind meld tonight? Or are we just going to fuck?”

She gives me that little Vulcan scowl of hers. “Of course we can do a mind meld. I am just surprised you prefer it to intercourse.”

I spin her around on my lap so she is facing me. “Well, you were right. It’s more intimate than just sex. I like being that close to you.”

She lifts her fingers to my face. “Focus on my thoughts…”

Two hours later both of us have a sheen of sweat and are breathing hard. We returned to the fire plains where she told me about her marriage to Koss. T’Pol lowered her control more than before and the experience was truly intense. Together we experienced just how much pain the event caused each of us. I found out her marriage to Koss affected her worse than me.

After catching her breath, T’Pol lifts her head from my shoulder and moves her face within centimeters of mine. “I am unsure why you wished to relive that experience. It was very unpleasant for each of us.”

“I’m sorry T’Pol. It just seems like the bond is stronger after we experience intense emotions. I’ve always wondered what that time was like for you. At the time I could tell you were struggling with your control. I wanted to help but I was too crushed to do much of anything. It took everything I had just to be there.”

“I know. I never appreciated how difficult it was for you to watch me marry Koss.”

I pull her close and she rests her head on my shoulder. It feels so good having her here with me. Our bond is always very strong just after the mind meld.

“You know, Chuck doesn’t seem like he wants to play anymore. But if Polly still needs some attention, I don’t need Chuck to make her happy.”

I can feel her exasperated sigh. “I think Polly can wait until tomorrow morning. I am also too tired.”

I chuckle at her reference.

“Well okay, up you go then.” I lift us up onto the bed. We’re almost asleep before I can pull the covers over us.

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T’Pol and I are lying in bed after our mind meld. Since we started three months ago, they have become almost a daily occurrence. The effects linger on now and lying here together is almost like still being in the meld. Although Phlox was pretty upset that T’Pol and I were doing them, so far he’s not found any problems for either of us. I still can’t believe she suggested it after having Pa’nar Syndrome for three years. I don’t care if it is a bogus disease. She still shouldn’t have put herself at risk like that.

But I am glad she did. I enjoy them. I doubt we’d come this far without them.

I gently caress her ear. Her eyes are closed and our foreheads are touching. I can feel how my caress affects her. She’s experimenting with lowering her emotional control when we’re alone together. At first I wasn’t sure that was a good idea either, but it seems like she does a pretty decent job restoring her control in the morning. I wonder if the damage caused by her Trellium addiction has forced her to periodically release her emotions since she can’t completely control them any more. She doesn’t seem to struggle with her control like she used to.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t say anything when I rubbed gel on your ears.”

“I thought you were intentionally provoking me and I refused to succumb to the attack.”

“But I had no idea what I was doing. I couldn’t control myself. They are just so different, I had to touch them. I had no idea I was basically groping you.”

“When I broke free of your grasp, I could tell you had no idea how inappropriate your touch was. After Captain Archer informed me of your inexperience with non-humans, I saw no reason to revisit the issue.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe how naïve I was back then. You know you’re the first non-human I ever really got to know?”

“You changed that situation quite rapidly. The second one impregnated you.”

I can’t believe she’s still bringing that up. “T’Pol, how many times are you going to throw Ah’len in my face?”

“Because your reaction is always fascinating. Even now it bothers you.”

“Oh yeah, I seem to remember a certain Vulcan being a little too angry with me. I’d swear you were jealous.” I gave her a little smirk.

“I have told you, I experimented with not taking my nasal inhibitor. As a result my emotional control was weakened.”

“Yeah, but as you also told me, it was because of my scent. I still think you were jealous.”

“No, I decided to indulge my baser emotions in a moment of weakness. It was a mistake.”

“Well, that’s how Ah’len was for me. I left Natalie on a bad note and I was lonely. Ah’len was smart and showed an interest in me. She helped me during a rough spot. She made me feel good about myself. No one had done that in months.”

T’Pol also says, “In addition she was shiny,” in her best deadpan voice.

I laugh at that. I can’t believe she picked up that thought. “Well yeah. But that was nothing more than curiosity. I’d never seen anything like her before. The real reason still was because I was lonely. Hell, if you’d shown any interest, I would’ve let you get me pregnant.”

“That is not possible.” I can tell she’s teasing me.

“You know what I mean… But I am tired of rehashing history. You know you’re mine and there won’t ever be any other.”

I recall the conversation I had with Jon this afternoon.

“I think we’re going to have to join the Captain for supper tomorrow night. He seems hurt by me spending all of my free time with you.”

“Do you think he suspects the depth of our relationship?”

“If I know Jon, he’s already pretty sure something’s going on. He’s smart enough to put two and two together and get four. I left Enterprise and wouldn’t tell him why. And then I return after the Orion women didn’t affect me. I think he could figure out Terra Prime’s using our DNA was not a random coincidence. If he couldn’t figure it after all of that, you spending almost three weeks at my parents’ house had to have sealed the deal.”

“What should we say if he confronts us tomorrow evening?”

“I don’t think he will. As long as we don’t let this affect our work, I don’t think he’ll ever mention anything. I know he doesn’t want to be put in a position where he has to enforce the no fraternization rule. But I think I’ll need to spend some time with him tomorrow night. We haven’t spent much time together in the past couple years. I think he’s worried we’re drifting apart. I want him to know we’re still close friends.”

“I agree. He seems more isolated since returning from the Expanse.”

“So it’ll be okay if we don’t spend the evening together tomorrow night?”

“Of course. Will you return here afterwards?”

“Sure. I still like sleeping with you… Well, we ought to get to sleep. Even though we’re both off tomorrow, I don’t want to sleep past breakfast.”

The End

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

I admit to being confused while reading this fic. It starts out, I think, at the end of Terra Prime, when their daughter Elizabeth dies? I am surprised at Trip's almost complete lack of reaction to this huge event. One line? Where is T'Pol's reaction??

I don't mind reading NC-17 fics, but it seems you started out one way then slapped graphic sex on it for the sake of graphic sex. Sorry, but this just feels like it's an odd mix of a story, IMHO.

Did y'all read the introduction at the top? This story follows from his earlier one, "Behind Blue Eyes." There's a link at the top if you haven't read it.

Oh, Kevin.

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin... what a romp. "Chuck" & "Polly" ! (cute nod with 'Jolene' and "HonkyTonk") The whole "not gonna have sex in my Momma's house" bit was funny.

Oh, Kevin.

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin... what a romp. "Chuck" & "Polly" ! (cute nod with 'Jolene' and "HonkyTonk") The whole "not gonna have sex in my Momma's house" bit was funny.

i loved it and hope there will be more

I´m confused too. The plot itself is good, but I´ve got the feeling that large parts, very large parts of the story are "missing". It´s very dialogue-heavy (normally not a bad thing), but here a world of details and necessary descriptions in-between are missing. Changes from one scene to the next are completely confusing.

As with all fanfics, I basically liked it. But I thought the sex parts were gross, not the spunking part but the icky descriptions of tpols privates, and the way he called it her gash. EEEEWWWW a bit more poetry in those parts would have been nice. Although, fair enough, this is a trip pov. I liked the mind melding parts, they were good.

I particularly enjoyed the parts where T'Pol and Trip melded as it seemed to bring them not only both in sync but in balance with each other, the feeling of harmony was addictive. As for the sex part, I found it hard to believe that Trip would not want to have sex with his wife in his parents' house for three whole weeks. Had he been a little abashed at first then slowly got used to the notion it would have felt more realistic though that is not a criticism but an observation. Ali D :~)

Enjoyable story. Thumbs up.

Nice one!
I had to stop for a bit at the part with Jolene, I was laughing so hard!
I look forward to more stories from you.

I may just be old-fashioned, or maybe it's because I'm a woman and I've always thought of Trip as a southern gentleman, but my interpretation of Trip's character is that he wouldn't be so deliberately vulgar in the presence of the woman he loves... his crudity was very jarring to me. The naming of body parts could have been cute... but I have to agree with Nez that the mind meld parts seemed more in character than the sex did. I also think Trip would be emotionally mature enough not to have a complex about having sex in his parent's home... I mean, they know about the relationship, right?

I've always enjoyed your stories, and definitely will keep reading them, but I didn't care for the graphic sex in this one. I agree with Distracted -- Trip's crudity seemed out of character. Other than that, it was an enjoyable story. The reference to Jolene had me in stitches!

Thanks for the feedback. Yeah, this story would have been much better if it was R. The original idea was to see if I could write a decent NC-17 story. I think I would have been better off just scrapping the explicit parts altogether. Oh well, live and learn.

But there is a reason why Trip wouldn't have sex in his parents' house. I'll explain it in the next story. The next one finishes off their time in Starfleet.