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Bound Fic CHALLENGE

Homecoming

By stub

RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine, I'd stick to my Harbinger story, thankyouverymuch.

SUMMARY: HoT fanfic challenge for the episode "Bound"

AUTHOR NOTES: Sorry about the title. I had nothin'. I tried to cheat with song titles, but that wasn't working either. So we'll pretend it's a really neat, creative title and get down to bidness, right?

DATE: 4-1-05

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"T'Pol, admit it," Trip said, frustration edging his tone. "You want me to stay, don't you?"

"Your expertise in Engineering would be preferable over our new Chief," was the cool reply.

This was unbelievable! First T'Pol sucker punches him in Engineering, laying on some notion that they were bonded. Now she was refusing to admit she wanted him to stay! This must be T'Pol's idea of a joke, he thought. Some sick, twisted Vulcan humor.

Trip sighed and stopped in the corridor. They'd just come from Sickbay and were heading in the same direction. He thought the news about the bond was a good thing. It gave him the glimmer of hope he'd wanted for so long.

Boy was he ever wrong. They went from nothing to being bonded to nothing again in no time flat.

"You want me to stay," he repeated to her. The first time had been a question. This time was a dare. Trip didn't understand this woman at all. He thought he had a grasp on the way she thought, especially the last year or so. Why tell him about the bond at all? He would have been none the wiser and could have gone on happily oblivious.

T'Pol looked away and was silent. Trip rolled his eyes. "My mistake," he spat and stalked off in the direction they had come. Ignorance would have been complete bliss.

"Trip!" he heard her call his name.

Don't stop…just keep walking. Callin' you by your nickname isn't gonna work this time!

But Trip's legs did not obey his brain. They stopped moving. He felt his shoulders slump as he heard T'Pol's footsteps approaching. He was somewhere between disappointed, angry and just plain fed up, and anger had the edge. He spun around.

"What-?"

The word barely left his mouth before Trip was aware of T'Pol's hands on his face, her soft lips on his. Anger bled away into confusion. Her mouth opened against his and Trip felt her tongue stroke his bottom lip. Confusion gave way to delight as he opened his mouth and let her in. His arms found their way around her waist as he pulled her closer. T'Pol's hands slipped behind his head, combing her fingers through his hair. Trip pushed her up against the bulkhead and broke the kiss. He rested his forehead against hers.

"This is no joke, Trip," T'Pol said breathlessly.

Trip pulled back and stared at her. "How'd you-"

"The bond," replied T'Pol.

"You can read my thoughts?" Trip asked, horrified.

"No," she corrected quickly. "More like impressions, feelings. Your frustration and simply knowing you led me to the conclusion I made. You just confirmed it."

Trip narrowed his eyes. Things were making sense. "Does this bond thing work both ways?"

"Yes, as far as I know."

"And that's why I've been confused as hell lately," he concluded. "Because you have been, too."

T'Pol looked down, ashamed. "Yes. I have been debating telling you at all. I did not know if you wanted this…or me. Nor did I know myself if I wanted it - us."

"So why this?"

She looked back up at him. "It was easier to show you. I wish you to stay, Trip."

Trip leaned in and gazed at her. "Show me more."

Raising her chin so her mouth was centimeters from his, T'Pol replied, "Perhaps someplace more discreet than the corridor."

He grinned and backed away. "Lead the way, Commander."

She did just that. T'Pol led the way to her quarters. When they safely shut themselves off from prying eyes, Trip engulfed her in a warm embrace. He rubbed his palms up and down her back.

"I've missed you," he whispered into her ear.

"And I you," murmured T'Pol. She nipped his earlobe, ran the tip of her nose down his jaw line and kissed his chin.

"T'Pol," Trip started but was cut off with a kiss. He forgot what he was going to say when her mouth opened to his.

She gently pushed him backward until his legs hit the bunk and he sat down. T'Pol straddled his thighs and sank into his lap, Trip tugging at her waist. He sealed his mouth to hers, unable to get enough of her kisses. T'Pol unzipped his uniform slowly. When her fingers got to his waistline, they brushed against his crotch. He was nearly fully aroused.

T'Pol slowly pushed his uniform off his shoulders and down his muscular arms. Trip's mouth had drifted to her neck. He sucked at her warm, sweet flesh and let her disrobe him at her leisure. He helped a little, when his hands got stuck at the cuffs. As soon as they were free, they roamed her lithe, taut body. Trip managed to undo the clasp at the back of her neck and unzip T'Pol's uniform, all without having to remove his mouth from her skin. He peeled off the top half of her clothes, his arousal continuing to build.

As soon as her breasts were freed from the confines of the restricting uniform, Trip's mouth was on them. He kissed and licked and nipped. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, caressed the underside of her breasts, and kissed her in the valley between them. He lifted his head to kiss her mouth again. Her hands roamed his chest, slid down his stomach nearly to his groin. Trip moaned into her mouth as her fingers slid into his uniform bunched at his waist.

"Wait," he breathed. Trip gently pushed her off his lap. "We need to get rid of these clothes. Now."

Neither wasted any time stripping their uniforms off the rest of the way. Trip sat back down on the bunk, T'Pol right back in his lap as if they'd never gotten up to begin with. Her mouth came crashing down on his. Trip wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her as close as he could. He felt her pubic hairs tickle the underside of his penis, causing a shudder to rumble up his spine. T'Pol wrapped a small, strong hand around his shaft and squeezed him gently. Trip groaned and slid his hands down to her buttocks. She rocked her hips and stroked his cock while her tongue probed his mouth. His hands worked their way down her thighs and back to her waist again.

Trip stroked her inner thighs, pushing them apart wider. His fingers sought the soft folds of her sex. T'Pol gasped in his mouth as his fingers worked. Trip felt himself approaching the edge. She had both hands going on his penis now, one stroking while the other teased and played with the head. He tried to focus on what his own fingers were doing, increasing the pressure on her clitoris. Her hips pressed against him, rotating with a rhythm she selected.

"T'Pol!" gasped Trip, pulling back.

She rested her forehead against his. Her hands didn't still. "Let go," T'Pol purred.

"But-"

"Let go!"

They both looked down between them and watched as he silently came. Her fingers still rubbed the head, in the slit causing semen to dribble over them and down his cock. T'Pol continued to stroke him while his hips thrust into her hand. She kissed his neck while he caught his breath.

Remember his own task at hand, Trip began to move his fingers again. He stroked the soft flesh of her folds, slipping a finger or two inside of her. She began to rock her hips again, her arms around his neck. Trip heard a humming noise somewhere deep within her throat. He felt a new pang of arousal already. He wondered what other noises he could get her to make.

In one quick motion, Trip flipped T'Pol onto her back. He kneeled before her parted legs. T'Pol looked down at him through hooded eyes. When his lips touched her labia, she closed her eyes and threw back her head. Her humming grew louder. His tongue flicked out for a quick taste before making long strokes up and down the length of her. Trip gently pulled her flesh apart, seeking the sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubbed it gently with a fingertip before sealing his mouth to it.

T'Pol's hips bucked uncontrollably as Trip softly sucked and lapped. He heard that beautiful noise change to almost a purring and felt desire stirring again, though something was different. It was normal arousal, but he felt a strange tingling inside, right behind his penis. It was intense and he liked it. It made the process of getting hard again go a little easier. And faster, he noted. Trip reached down and began to stroke himself. He wanted to ensure he'd be ready for what came next.

Trip increased the pressure on her clitoris and with one final suck, T'Pol finally tumbled over the edge. Her hips bucked and he had to hold her down to maintain his contact on her flesh. T'Pol opened her mouth and for a moment Trip thought she might scream. But she didn't. She let out a long, low moan and it turned him on even more. He crawled up her body, planting kisses here and there as he went. He hovered over her and watched, delighted, as her eyes swam back into focus.

"Liked that, did you?" he asked playfully. Trip leaned down and kissed her deeply. T'Pol's arms wrapped around his neck, her hips shifted so he was cradled in them.

"You're ready again," she noted. She slipped a hand between them and gripped him once again.

"Not this time, darlin'," Trip replied and gently removed her hand from his erection. "I've got other things planned for this time."

T'Pol studied him curiously. "It worked then?"

"What worked?" Trip wasn't following.

"Did you feel my arousal? Before I climaxed?"

Trip's eyes widened. "Is that what that was? That tingling?"

T'Pol nodded and Trip could see the amusement in her eyes.

"Worked like a charm," he said and kissed her again. "I think I like this bond thing."

"Indeed," T'Pol agreed. She thrust her hips against him, a not so subtle hint to get him moving again.

Trip obliged. He rubbed his cock against her, teasing. At her raised eyebrow, Trip chuckled. He buried his face into her neck, biting down gently as he entered her. They moved together slowly, finally able to enjoy each other fully for the first time. Trip kissed her mouth again, their tongues mirroring the sliding and thrusting of their hips. They made love for what seemed like hours. Each time one approached the edge of climax, the other brought them back and they continued on.

Finally, exhausted and spent, they allowed themselves the sweetest release. They climaxed together, each drawing the other into their sensations. They were slick with perspiration and as they cooled down the chill air felt wonderful. They lay on the bed, tangled in each other's arms, dozing in post-coital euphoria.

"Archer to Commander Tucker."

Trip's eyes snapped open. Archer must have looked all over if he's going quarters to quarters.

"Trip?" came the tinny voice of the captain.

Groaning, Trip disengaged himself from his beautiful lover and punched the button on the wall to activate the comm unit.

"Tucker," he growled.

There was a pause. "Captain Hernandez is waiting for you to report to duty," Archer said in a very measured tone.

Trip's eyes widened. He'd forgotten! He looked at T'Pol.

"Uh, Cap'n?" Trip replied sheepishly. "About that…"

The End

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

I love it, a really good story, thank you for sharing !

God, I'm needing a cold shower after a lot of these "Bound" fics! Do I sense a certain frustration?

I'm also needing a cold shower! Wonderful Stub, thanks! *fans self*

LOL....

thanks for answering the challenge... it was good... doubt that last part will be in the epsiode... that would be too much for some people... but it was wonderful.

**sigh** What a great story! These Bound challenge stories are incredible. Your dialogue early on sounds just like them ("...up against the bulkhead..." - hehe) - would love to see it play out your way (of course, the scene would have to stop at "Lead the way, Commander") ;)

I need a cigarette and I don't smoke......what I wouldn't give to see an X-rated version of Enterprise on cable!!! This would be the first script!

DANG!!!!!! I think Ill go take a dip in an ice cold creek after that Smuttfest. Great one Stub, as always.

Mmm. Hot! I loved it! *fans self*

Yay, for "up against the bulkhead" and then some. ;) Fun, fun, fun. :)

That was well written! And hot and sex-ay! Brava!

I enjoyed this story alot glad to see you're writting again.Hope you'll continue writting fanfic again thanks for another great story.

Yay! and Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Thanks, Stub!

Woooo! I might not need to see the ep with all these hot fics ;) Just kidding!

Woooo! I might not need to see the ep with all these hot fics ;) Just kidding!

HOLY CANOLLIs!!! Who cares what the title is! That was bloody brilliant. God, I love how you write smut!!! That was fantastic!!!

My favorite Bound fic so far. Time to wake up my husband now (must avoid the cold shower purgatory of so many of my fellow readers!).

wowzers..... :) thanks for writing this.

Loved every word of it! Thanks for sharing.

whoa that was hot ! ther is some naughty bits up in here

whoa that was hot ! ther is some naughty bits up in here