Just What the Doctor Ordered-Text

Just What the Doctor Ordered

By: Bether6074

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Enterprise belongs to Paramount. No infringement intended.
Genre: Romance
Summary: This is a little scene that takes place several hours after Trip tells T’Pol that they “gotta lot o’ work ta do” in “Bound.”

A/N: I guess this story might be put into the category of what everyone often refers to as a little “smut biscuit”. I admit that the plot isn’t very thick, but it’s all Trip and T’Pol. I’d like to thank my dear friend and beta-reader, Distracted, for all of her encouragement and help in getting me to finally finish this little fiction. It only took me a mere two months to write.

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Forty seven…forty eight… forty nine…fifty…

Trip sat up, slightly winded from his nightly exercise ritual, and wiped the sweat from his brow with a quick swipe. He went to the dresser, pulled out some new underwear and some clean clothes, then smiled happily.

Yep…there’s nothin’ like a nice warm shower after a little workout, he thought with anticipation.

Trip walked to the bathroom and set down his clothing. He turned on the water and stripped himself down, stepping eagerly into the hot stream of liquid. The warmth of the forceful spray of water upon his chest and shoulders quickly soothed his fatigued muscles. He closed his eyes and put his face directly into the steady spray, relaxing. Trip listened to the continuous sounds of the droplets as they pounded against his skin.

It was good to be home and back where he belonged---on Enterprise. Kelby was a fine engineer with great potential, but he didn’t know the engine like Trip did. He didn’t understand all of her ins and outs or how to fine-tune her and make her purr. The engine would’ve never functioned optimally without Trip and he knew it.

And then there was T’Pol. TheVulcan. His bondmate. T’Pol.

Just the thought of her quickened his heartbeat.

Trip lathered his skin with a large bar of soap. The suds increased to a white foamy froth as he diligently scrubbed his arms, legs and chest.

“I want you to come back,” she had announced to him several hours earlier.

The words echoed through Trip’s mind long after they had first been spoken.

He reached over and grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the ledge as the scene played out over and over again in his head.

The convincing tone of her voice, edged ever-so-slightly with desperation…

Trip squeezed a glob of soap onto his dampened hand and rubbed it through his hair, still thinking.

The feel of her hands upon him as she pulled him to her lips…

Bubbles clung to the uneven strands of hair atop his head. He stopped scrubbing for a moment, still lost in his daydream.

The warmth of her body pressed against him…

Trip dug his fingernails into his scalp and cleansed the dirt and grime away with a quick rinse beneath the showerhead. His mind wandered back to T’Pol.

The taste of her mouth as she kissed him…

Trip smiled contentedly, the memories still quite clear, and tried to shake himself back to reality. He turned the faucet off and stretched his other arm around the curtain, grabbing a large blue towel that hung from the rack. Through the bathroom door, he heard the ringing of his door chime. Trip stepped hurriedly out of the shower. He stopped drying himself and wrapped the towel around his waist.

“Be right there,” Trip hollered out, shaking the excess water off his head. He ran a hand across his forehead and pushed his dripping wet hair away from his face. He walked briskly over to the entrance and pressed the button. The door slid open.

T’Pol stood in the doorway, dressed in a loosely tied robe left open just enough to reveal her satin pajamas beneath it. She stared at Trip blankly. He was naked from the waist up and soaking wet. Water trickled down his face and dripped along the sides of his neck. She glanced up and couldn’t help but notice his hair. Trip’s normally conservative look had been transformed by his recent shower. Strands of blond stood straight up and extended from the crown of his head in every direction imaginable. T’Pol arched a brow at him.

“Am I interrupting anything?” she questioned evenly, apparently unfazed by his appearance.

Trip smiled and shook his head. “No…no…of course not. I was just washin’ up.”

She gazed up again at his spiky hair. “Is that an alternative style for you?”

Trip put a hand to his head. “This? Oh…no…I just…” He rubbed his fingers over the strands and quickly patted them down.

“No…please…do not disturb it…Its appearance is quite…suitable for you…May I please come in?”

Trip tightened the towel around his hips and moved away from the entrance. “Yeah, sure. Just let me go grab my clothes and I’ll be right back.”

She stepped into his quarters and folded her hands behind her back. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Excuse me?”

“It was a difficult day for you. I thought perhaps a lesson in relaxation might be beneficial.”

Trip’s eyes lit up, a mischievous grin crossing over his face. “What exactly do ya mean by relaxation, T’Pol?” He paused for a moment, directing his vision to her silky clothing. “Is that why you came down here dressed in your nighties? So we could relax…together?” he inquired suggestively.

T’Pol sighed, attempting to stifle her simmering emotions.

“It was…difficult for me to meditate this evening. The bond we share has made me very aware of your emotions…I sensed that you were experiencing some…tension. Perhaps a session of neuropressure would be helpful for both of us.”

“Tension? Odd…I don’t recall feeling tense…unless you’re referring to…” his words trailed off momentarily. “A session of neuropressure, huh? Ya won’t get an argument from me,” Trip added, with a cheerful smile. “Just let me ditch this towel and put on my underwear.” He walked briskly toward the bathroom.

“Very well, Commander.”

“Ya know, T’Pol,” Trip hollered out from the other room. “Ya tell me that we’re bonded and all that…” He came out of the bathroom and strolled confidently toward the Vulcan. “…and yet you’re still calling me ‘Commander’.” He stopped directly in front of her and stared pointedly into her eyes. “It’s Trip, okay? Trip.”

T’Pol gazed back at him unflinchingly.

“If that is what you wish… Please…Trip…lay down.”

He softened his stance and smiled sheepishly. The sound of his name from her lips had never failed to make his knees go weak. Just like it had done earlier that day, even if he hadn’t shown it…

“Well, when ya put it like that…” Trip plopped down onto the bed.

The cottony sheets felt cool upon his bare chest. He closed his eyes and settled comfortably down into the solid mattress, relaxing his tired body. Warm, soft fingers pressed firmly into his back, causing him to quiver momentarily with pleasure. The sensation tingled along his spine and flushed his skin to a pale pink. He felt the heat in his cheeks and was unable to suppress a contented smile.

“You sure know how to hit all the right spots,” Trip whispered happily. He turned his head slightly and tried to glance up at T’Pol.

“Keep your head down please, Trip,” she chided. “Twisting your neck at such an awkward angle may cause you to strain a muscle.” She placed her hand down on the back of his head and ran her fingers diligently through his hair.

“An injury is not the desired effect of Vulcan neuropressure.”

Trip raised his eyebrows in surprise. Her tone seemed almost…provocative.

“And what exactly is the desired effect then, Commander T’Pol?” Trip shot back. He folded his hands and rested his chin down upon his fingers with an anticipatory grin.

Two can play this game, Darlin’.

T’Pol’s thumbs pushed firmly into Trip’s shoulders. His smile vanished quickly.

“You are aware that I have access to some of your thoughts, are you not?”

Trip’s eyes widened. “Really?” he questioned flirtatiously, his words edged with sarcasm. “That’s interestin’…So tell me, T’Pol…what am I thinkin’ about right now?”

“You are thinking, Commander Tucker, that Vulcan neuropressure is designed to relax the muscles of your body and to ease the stress in your mind. But you already knew that didn’t you?”

Trip squirmed and then sighed in resignation. He licked his bottom lip absentmindedly, realizing that his Vulcan bond mate had once again gained the upper hand. “Of course I knew it already. I’m not stupid, ya know.”

“I never said you were,” T’Pol stated flatly. She stopped applying pressure for a moment and let her hands slide delicately down his back. “I was merely suggesting that, until we better understand the exact nature of our psychic bond, you use a little…discretion with your thoughts.”

“I’ll try and remember that.”

“I believe it would be wise for you to do so.”

Trip rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Does she always have to be right? Crap…I’m doin’ it again…aren’t I? Dammit! Quit readin’ my mind, T’Pol!

The Vulcan blinked and removed her fingers from his shoulders. She turned and stepped away from the bed, clasping her hands tightly behind her back. “In time,” she whispered softly, with a twinge of regret, “You should be able to learn how to erect barriers which block me out, if that is what you wish.”

Trip rolled over onto his side and gazed up at T’Pol, flashing a consolatory smile. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way, T’Pol…It’s just…well…I’m not used to this yet, that’s all.”

She stared back at him and nodded. “An adjustment period is to be expected for a newly-bonded couple.”

“Couple?” Trip’s eyes sparkled impishly. “Are we done here? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure my muscles are still tight.” He put a hand to his shoulder and winced unconvincingly. “I’m feelin’ kinda stressed out too, ya know?” He tipped his head bashfully and put on his best ‘puppy-dog’ face, hoping to persuade her into extending the session.

T’Pol moved back toward the bed and stared down at him. “You wish for me to continue?”

“If ya wouldn’t mind, Darlin’.”

“Not at all…Please…sit up and face me.”

She sat down upon the sheets and gently placed her hands onto Trip’s neck. Laying her fingers beneath his jaw, she searched carefully for the precise location of his neural nodes. She glanced up and gazed into his eyes, her thumbs pressed firmly to his skin. Trip’s face flushed noticeably from the extended eye contact. T’Pol sensed his trust. She felt his growing excitement and need. It was a need which now--very suddenly-- paralleled the increasing desire that threatened to escape the confines of her carefully constructed barriers.

Trip glanced down at his chest. T’Pol’s hands slid slowly along the muscles, her fingers caressing his skin tenderly. His breathing quickened as her touch descended carefully downward, inching closer and closer to the edge of his boxers. Trip swallowed hard, feeling a familiar twinge in his groin.

I’m pretty damn sure there aren’t any neural nodes inside my britches, Darlin’.

T’Pol gazed up at Trip, raising an eyebrow.

“Dammit! I forgot again!” Trip exclaimed in disbelief. “At his rate,” he continued, with a soft chuckle, “I’ll be a dead man before I figure this bond of ours out.”

Trip felt T’Pol’s warm hands upon his abdomen. His mouth fell open as the Vulcan caressed him enticingly. She stared intently into his eyes and carefully slipped several fingers beneath the elastic band of his underwear. Trip sat transfixed at the edge of the bed, feeling unbearably aroused as her touch neared his stiffening groin. She tugged at his pants, quickly pulling them down his legs, and firmly grasped onto his hardened organ. He closed his eyes, the instant pleasure from her touch overwhelming him as her fingers circled the tip and squeezed.

“Oh God…God, T’Pol,” Trip gasped.

She pressed her hand around his erection, moving up and down with long, even strokes. Trip leaned back blissfully, resting his elbows onto the bed, and relished in the pleasurable sensations he felt as she massaged his shaft. Her hand rubbed him forcefully, pushing harder and harder, quickening the pace and nearly bringing him to a rapid culmination. Trip opened his eyes suddenly and reached down, placing his hand gently upon hers. He shook his head.

“No…not yet,” he whispered. “Not yet.” He laid a hand tenderly on her cheek and caressed her pale green skin while gazing deeply into her eyes. “I know you want this with me…I sense it…through the bond.” Trip moved his head closer, stopping mere inches from her face. “Guess maybe I’m gettin’ the hang of this psychic bond thing after all,” he pronounced with a confident smile.

T’Pol stared back at him unflinchingly. “Indeed. It does appear as though your awareness of the bond has improved significantly.” She paused for a moment, not breaking their gaze. “Perhaps we should explore the physical nature of this bond.”

“Explore the physical nature??” Trip snorted, unable to stifle his laughter. “Isn’t that what we were just doin’?” He pushed his tongue along the inside of his cheek and looked at her suggestively. “You know…I have a better idea. Tell me, T’Pol…when was the last time anyone performed neuropressure on you?”

T’Pol’s eyebrows rose inquisitively.

“Me?” She looked away for a moment and contemplated his question, well aware of the proposal it would inevitably lead to.

“I believe that several months have passed,” she stated flatly, lifting her head back up to meet his gaze. “Do you wish to volunteer?”

Trip’s face brightened. “I most certainly do. Turn around.” T’Pol stared at him blankly, not budging. He sensed her doubt, but felt something else as well. It seems as though a certain Vulcan I know might just be up for a little Tucker lovin’ tonight, he thought, with a satisfied grin.

“Oh, c’mon, T’Pol…a little relaxation might be just what the doctor ordered. I mean…you said so yourself.”

“The doctor, Trip, didn’t…order…anything,” she stated emphatically.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I’d have to say ya do, T’Pol…In fact…ya know damn well exactly what I mean.”

“Humans have an unfortunate habit of verbalizing with useless idioms…Must it be such a task to speak what you actually mean?”

A pleasurable sensation stirred in Trip’s belly. There was definitely something stimulating about this latest round of innocent sparring between Vulcan and Human.

She’s so goddamned annoying…and so goddamned attractive…

“It’s Vulcan neuropressure, right T’Pol?” Trip paused, shrugging his shoulders. “What’s the harm?”

T’Pol looked back at him, attempting to assess the situation logically, and then sighed softly in resignation.

“Very well, Trip. You may proceed.” She turned around, unbuttoned her blue satin pajama top, and laid it carefully upon the bed.

This again? He thought, remembering his very first session of neuropressure with the Vulcan.

Trip slid along the sheets; completely unclothed and still semi-aroused, and moved directly behind her, pressing his hands firmly up against her back. With the help of T’Pol’s instruction over the past two years, he had learned a great deal about the location of neural nodes and the correct way to stimulate them. Trip pushed his fingers into her skin. T’Pol moaned softly.

Yep…this is déjà vu…all over again, he thought contentedly.

T’Pol shuddered as he pressed his thumbs firmly into her nodes.

I have taught him well… Too well perhaps…

T’Pol closed her eyes and attempted to even her breathing. She felt Trip’s partial erection press into her back. The warmth of his tender skin teased her silently, awakening her suppressed desires.

Trip slid his fingers down her neck and gently massaged the skin beneath her hair. It was amazing to him how anyone who had been alive for more than sixty years could possibly have such virginal, baby-soft skin. He moved his hands carefully along her shoulder blades and descended leisurely down her spine. T’Pol quivered noticeably beneath his touch. He stopped and smiled at her elfishly.

“Don’t tell me Vulcans are ticklish.” His face lit up mischievously at the mere thought.

T’Pol turned her head around to face him. “Vulcans most certainly are not ticklish.”

Trip’s eyes sparkled as he decided to seize the golden opportunity she had unknowingly provided him with.

“You know, Commander T’Pol, twisting your neck at such an awkward angle may cause you to strain a muscle. An injury is not the desired effect of Vulcan neuropressure.”

She stared back at him vexingly. “You just can not help yourself, can you?”

He smiled and dropped his head bashfully. “Guess not, Darlin’. But you’re stuck with me now, aren’t ya?”

She cocked an eyebrow at him, not changing her expression, and swiftly turned back around.

Trip moved his body closer-- so close that he could smell the faint vanilla aroma of T’Pol’s favorite shampoo. The scent aroused him, although he wasn’t sure if it was possible to be more aroused than he was at that moment, with her bare back before him and her breasts a mere arm’s-length away.

His heart began to pound forcefully.

It’s not polite to keep the lady waitin’, Tucker. It’s now… or never.

He pressed his body against hers from behind and reached around to gently cup her breasts with both hands.

T’Pol’s eyes widened with muted shock in response to the sudden contact. Trip surrounded her; his chest to her back, his face in her hair, and his hands to her flesh. The illogical sensation of contentment she felt from this closeness with him left her momentarily breathless.

With his hands gently fondling her breasts, Trip pressed his lips to T’Pol’s neck. She tilted her head back and moaned audibly, beginning to lose control.

Trip slid his thumbs carefully across her nipples and gently circled the soft flesh. She leaned back, laying her head upon his shoulder, and quietly stared up at him. His eyes widened as he held her gaze for a long moment.

God…she’s beautiful…

Blood rushed swiftly to Trip’s groin and immediately stiffened his partial erection to completion. It throbbed eagerly against the Vulcan’s flesh, beckoning her with each small quiver and vibration. T’Pol was overwhelmed with desires which she could no longer deny. She grabbed onto Trip’s thighs and pulled him forcefully up against her.

“Uhh…” Trip grunted, surprised by her strength. Her grasped her arms and spun her around, lowering his mouth to her lips. The sudden pressure caused T’Pol to lose balance and sent them both falling backwards onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud upon the sheets, her human bond mate atop her.

Trip thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth and met hers hungrily while his hands searched anxiously for the pants to her pajamas. He quickly found the silky bottoms and grabbed onto them eagerly, sliding them hastily down her legs. Suddenly, Trip pulled away, breaking their kiss. He rose to his knees and straddled her purposefully with each leg pressed firmly to her ribs.

T’Pol squirmed beneath him. She felt his phallus lying against her warmth and instinctively thrust her hips upward.

Must you tease me? She attempted to send to him, unsure if he had mastered the ability to hear her thoughts yet.

Trip smiled down at her, having obviously received the message. His sudden control over their encounter made him feel unbearably aroused.

I’m not teasin’ ya, darlin’. I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t another…experiment.

“I assure you, Trip…” she spoke aloud, “…that it is not.”

Trip loosened his grasp on her and placed both hands onto her knees, gently spreading her legs apart. He pressed the head of his arousal to her entrance and glided the tip tantalizingly across her moistened skin.

“Ohh…” T’Pol groaned.

Trip smiled, sensing her impatience, and then effortlessly slid inside her.

T’Pol closed her eyes, feeling the pressure mount pleasurably within her walls. His firm organ swelled inside her, impelling her with its forceful propulsions. She shuddered with unrepressed rapture as his shaft stroked her core.

His silky skin rubbed against her clitoris and gently caressed the erect bud of tissue. She felt the sensations heightening, building like a crescendo in a symphony as his instrument played her. Her breathing grew ragged and her body ripened further, its completion now imminent. She quivered blissfully as she neared the pinnacle of pleasure.

Trip’s heart pounded as he pumped vigorously into T’Pol’s smooth wetness. Moisture coated his skin copiously, easing his passage through her sheath. A slow-building sensation began to rise in his groin. He felt her tighten around him, squeezing him firmly as he glided through her entrance.

Trip gazed down at T’Pol. Through the bond, he sensed her climax approaching. She clenched her hands around his back and trembled beneath him. Trip quickened his pace instinctively, driving his erection through her center with a mounting urgency.

T’Pol felt the pleasure climb, ascending swiftly as he continued to pleasure her.
The waves of an intense orgasm swept over her, its force surging powerfully through her body and assaulting her senses with ecstasy. She arched her back and pressed her hot skin against him, moaning softly as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Trip sensed T’Pol’s satisfaction through their bond and felt his own pleasure rapidly intensify. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, grunting with each urgent lunge into her core. He erupted inside her forcefully, his ejaculate bursting forth in rhythmic streams, leaving him breathless and euphoric.

T’Pol calmed beneath Trip. She wrapped her arms around him, carefully pushing him over onto his back, and laid her body on top of his. She leaned down and pressed her lips gently to his cheek. Trip smiled contentedly. T’Pol moved over him and gazed meaningfully into his eyes.

“Am I to assume that this is what you were referring to when you said we…” She cleared her throat and attempted to put on her best Trip impersonation. “… had a lot o’ work ta do?”

Trip laughed heartily at her poor imitation of his accent and then squeezed her affectionately. “I think this bond of ours is startin’ to affect ya, T’Pol. For a minute there, I could’ve sworn I heard myself talkin’.” He paused for a moment, running his hand down her face tenderly. “Work to do, huh? Well…we sure as hell got off to a damn good start, didn’t we, Darlin’?”

She tilted her head and stared back at him, raising a brow suggestively. “Indeed, Trip. I believe your thoughts on the matter are correct. Perhaps we should… continue with our efforts.”

“Perhaps...”

Feeling a suddenly new appreciation for the bond they shared, Trip swung T’Pol back around and regained his position atop her. He hovered over his Vulcan mate for a moment and then settled his mouth down onto her lips, and kissed her passionately.

Love ya, T’Pol.

Likewise, Trip, she sent back to him, with a decidedly unVulcan-like hint of devotion.

fin

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Nice Bound story I enjoyed it.

Likewise. A very good story. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Good job. T

Tasty little smut biscuit! Nice job! :)

Nice-I always figured we need to know what happened after the closing scene of Bound!

I beta'd this, so I got a preview, but I just wanted to point out how much this little scene reminds me of an old-fashioned Victorian romance, complete with flowery, rather over-the-top descriptions of certain activities and... ahem... body parts. Kinda reminiscient of an old Harlequin romance... only they were never this hot, LOL! Very sweet.

Nice post-Bound story. Good work!

I have to agree with Distracted, it had me rolling but in a great way, I liked it :D

Now, how many ladies here would fall for the line, "So baby, how bout I playz you like an instrument till yo crescendo, babay?" ;D

Do I dare enter into this conversation? Please forgive my tendency to write in what I have been informed is called purple prose. I knew I'd probably take some heat for that line. As far as falling for a line like that...well if it came from my hubby, it might be effective. I don't think I'd recommend it as a pickup line though. It might earn you a good hard slap in the face.

It might work on Halloween if you're dressed like a musician and she's had enough to drink, John. LOL! On the other hand, maybe it would be safer to avoid intimate contact with a woman easy (or drunk) enough to fall for THAT line. Could be a bit high-risk, if ya ask me!

I just LOVE fics which take place between Bound and Demons! This was smutty and realistic, imo.

Mmm, Happy Halloween to me! Yummy smutty Bound fic - always fun :)

Great story! Truly great!

Another little gem Bether, thank you. The two months work was definitely worth it!

A fun little "smut biscuit"

Fingers to the keyboard and let that imagination fly!!!

Hoppity, not sure if you're around...but I'd like to thank you for going back into the archives and reading my old stories. :)

I appreciate all of the encouragement I'm getting on here. The writing thing is not really a natural talent of mine, but I do enjoy it. I wouldn't really care to admit how long I spent writing this little 10 page fiction, but it was fun! Thanks everyone.

WOW!!! That was certinly One h*ll of a hot Smutt fic!!!,,, Ill need to make paper copies of this one to read so I can keep warm on very cold winter days. ;) Just have to prepared to be sittin for awhile after readin it.LOL,,,,,,,,, Keep up the great written Bether.

WOW!!! That was certinly One h*ll of a hot Smutt fic!!!,,, Ill need to make paper copies of this one to read so I can keep warm on very cold winter days. ;) Just have to prepared to be sittin for awhile after readin it.LOL,,,,,,,,, Keep up the great written Bether.

I have to admit that I was kinda bummed that I hadn't heard from you yet on this story, Mitchell. You're always so good at leaving comments. I'm really glad that you liked the story. :)

Yeah sorry bout that Hon,,,,, But ya gota a double post from me to try an make up for my lateness. ;)

Oh, don't worry about your comment posting twice, Mitchell. No story would ever be complete without at least one double post. :)

Cute and smutty - just the way I like it!