Lone Wolf- Pt. 2

Lone Wolf

Part Two

By Aquila
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Trek universe
Summary: A sequel to The T’Key

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Phlox had released her from sick bay, but insisted that she be confined to her quarters for observation for another twenty-four hours. The captain had supported the command, then presented her with a device that he reported came from the human with whom she had conceived a child.

She had delayed, first with a shower, then a period of meditation. Neither activity soothed the ache in her katra. She entertained the possibility that the message would only compound her discontent. The only way to be certain was to listen. She spoke his name, activating the device.

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Darlin',

If you are listening to this, then you know that for the time being I’m safe and longing for you. I imagine caressing your belly, starting to swell with life, and I regret every leavin’ ya. Then I remember how you, our child, the Human species are threatened with annihilation and I know I’m doin’ the best I can to protect us all.

The headaches are gone. I miss ‘em, because the pain was a reminder of our bond. If I live through this, we will bond properly. I will not be denied any longer. Did ya know ya left me with some of your memories. More like fantasies, really. When I’m lonely and cold, I recall ‘em.

I got the proof now, Babe, that Vulcan females are sexual beings. Making babies is only part of the equation. You need satisfying just like a Human female. Dang, T’Pol. When I get back, I’m going to make every one of your fantasies come true, I promise.

The one I like best, is where you are on your right side, face down. Your right cheek is flush against the bed.

I’ve got the bunk covered in Talaxian silk. I bought a bolt from that trader. I’ve been saving it for a special day. Do you mind that I added a little somethin’ to the scene?

Your left knee is bent, so that it is parallel to your left breast, leaving me access to your moist core. Your right arm is stretched above your head. I like the way in your fantasy we’re naked, and I’ve become your blanket. You grasp my right hand with yours. My mouth consumes your left ear. My left hand cups your breast, my fingers pinch and roll the nipple into a peak.

I like how you begin to moan and press your gorgeous ass into my stomach, inviting me to enter. You’ve got the head of my arousal poised at the entrance to your body. You demand some control from me, Darlin’. I don’t know if I could restrain myself in that situation?

My mouth finds the point of your ear. My palm is full of the velvet of your breast. Gently I press forward into your engorged canal. Impatiently you push downward, burying me amongst the nerves that line the canal. Darlin' I gasp as the thousand tiny fingers of your passage send a jolt of sensation throughout my body.

I withdraw quickly, then re-enter sharply, striving for the deep moist centre of your desire. Darlin’, I’m achin’ as I recount this. Who woulda known the depth of your passion?

My mouth continues to lave your ear, my hand to send sparks of desire from your breast to your womb. My hips settle into a steady rhythm of slow withdrawal and sharp thrust. I fell your heart rate increase beneath your breast.

Your head shifts restlessly, as if you are trying to place your ear at an angle that will incur the strongest stimulation. The heat of your body melts me. I can no longer tell where you end or I begin. We are one.

Then you got me withdrawin’ and thrustin’ again and again. I never knew that coupling with Vulcans could just be about pleasure. You didn’t explain that to me. Were ya savin’ that as a weddin’ present?

Baby, our joining just for pleasure, ya think it is essential don’t ya? Like air and water. Without it we would be inconsolable. It is a wonder to me that ya feel about our joinin’ like I do.

I’m goin’ to have to get used to the fact you have no nub of nerves demanding my attention. Vulcan evolution hid the key to your arousal inside your body. No complaints from me, mind ya. We share the pleasure and the bond grows. Bondin’ is the Vulcan matin’ imperative. That’s what your fantasy taught me.

When ya got my attention, in your fantasy, I mean, there are no words, just you and me writhin’ on the silk, sensation after sensation. I am on the edge, trying to maintain control as I am unsure if you are ready. How did ya know that about me?

You, cool, distant and untouchable woman, are a seething mass of desire that only I can awaken. Why me, Darlin’? Why me? Why have ya given me the gift of exclusivity? You would not give yourself to anyone the way you would give yourself to me.

Your trust is a gift that I will honour with my body. You honour me with your vulnerability, T’Pol.

I’m approachin’ the edge of the abyss. My control is slippin’. My body seeks release. I am thrustin’ faster and faster, deeper and deeper. You are moanin’ my name, between Vulcan words that I do not know. The meanin’ is universal. You are female urgin’ on your male. Callin’ to me to bring ya the release ya crave. So I sear your ear and tease your breast, while I make circles with my hips, pressing flesh against flesh, inside and out.

Then ya call my name and convulse about and under me. I feel it, Darlin’, every last quiver and shudder. Ya pull me deep inside. I am free to seek my own pleasure.

I grasp your hips. I raise ya up. I am on my knees. Don’t run from me now, T’Pol. I am focused. We aren’t makin’ a baby tonight, Wife. We are makin’ love. That’s when you thrust back, signaling me to complete the joinin’.

Two more thrusts down from you and two forward thrusts from me and it is over. I collapse, still gripping your hips. Your internal muscles holdin’ me tight. We are joined. Hearts pounding. Breath comin’ in gasps. We have surrendered, submissive to an instinct that is elemental and essential.

My oh my, Darlin’. I want a lifetime of that. I promise ya a lifetime of that. Don’t deny me, please.

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T’Pol collapsed on her bunk. She hugged herself. Her knees were drawn up to her breasts. Tears streamed from her eyes. She keened with grief at the loss of their child and the male who fueled her fantasies.

There would be no tomorrow or lifetime for them. They were destined to be Lone Wolves.

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Three people have made comments

Oh my that was satisfying right up till the ending!

She lost the baby! NO!!!! and now she will not let them be together?!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

Off to a cold shower!

This was very good but oh so sad at the end. I can't bear the thought that T'Pol and Trip are parted. Just have to get them back together again - it would be too cruel otherwise. Ali D :~)

Great story!!

But the baby... and Trip and T'Pol missing each other soooo much.

Can I assume that you'll be continuing with this story line? I hope.