Missing- "Rogue Planet," by tigerkitten

Missing Scene--"Rogue Planet"

tigerkitten

NC-17, Romance

Disclaimers: Please insert your own witty "I'm just having fun, Paramount, please don't sue me" disclaimer here.

Authors Notes: Did anyone else notice something a little odd with the way the campfire scene ended?...Almost as if there were more to it.

[Scene: Campfire, just after the initial return of the Enterprise landing party. Captain Archer and T'Pol are discussing landing parties as Damrus approaches.]

As he approached from the cavern entrance, Damrus asked, "Enjoying yourselves?"

"Very much," Captain Archer replied, "Thanks for sharing your camp with us."
As he passed by, Damrus motioned towards Malcolm. "We're heading out in six hours. I suggest you get some sleep. If you're still planning to come along?"

"I wouldn't miss it," he replied.

Moving on, Damrus called "Goodnight," as he walked away.

"'Night," Archer replied, and Lt. Reed echoed, "'Night."

Turning back to the others, Malcolm said, "I suppose I'll turn in, then."

"Sounds like a good idea," Trip replied as Malcolm walked away from the fire. As Trip rose, his eyes glanced up to meet T'Pol's, locking for an almost imperceptible moment before he turned his back. T'Pol stood as well, and skirting a large rock, she made her way to the back of the camp, passing Trip as she did so.

"Think I'll sit up for a while," Archer remarked to no in particular.

"Have fun," Trip called from the edge of the campfire, causing Jon to chuckle.

Malcolm, anxious to get a good rest, was several feet ahead of the other two when he entered his tent. Trip's easy stride caught him up to T'Pol just as Malcolm closed off his doorway.

As he passed T'Pol on his way to his tent, Trip glanced off to the side and down a bit, watching her progress for as long as he could see her. He entered his tent and put up the flap with one hand without really latching it. The other worked on his uniform, as he turned away. Even though he was not facing it, Trip wasn't really surprised when he heard the flap open again.

"Something I can help you with, Subcommander?" he drawled with a sardonic smile. Ignoring his look, T'Pol stepped forward purposefully and cupped her hands behind his neck to pull him down to her and lock his lips in a passionate kiss.

Smiling even as he continued to return the kiss, Trip said, "My, we are getting bold, darlin', aren't we?" Trip pulled back to smile down at her, reaching out at the same time to smooth his hands over her hips. "It's only been, what? Three days, this time?" His smirk was not really as taunting as his words implied, but T'Pol gasped all the same.

"Be quiet!" she hissed, "Someone will hear you."

Trip ignored her as he leaned in to trail hot kisses down her slim neck, causing her last words to end on a sigh.

"Hey," he replied, not quite ready to stop teasing her, "I'm not the one who started this, remember?"

"You said your 'mama' didn't raise you to find pleasure in a woman's distress." Though she sounded a little annoyed, for a Vulcan anyway, T'Pol's hands pulled off Trip's jacket and started to pull on his t-shirt as she spoke.

Looking a bit sheepish, Trip brought his hands up to run his fingers along her cheekbones. "Well," he drawled quietly, "pleasure certainly is something I'm getting out of this whole situation, but that's not to say it's at your expense. I just don't completely understand how I got to be the consolation prize, is all."
He caught a flicker of something in her eye, though her face never changed, and she turned from him as if she would go.

"Shit, honey, I didn't mean it that way, really. I'm honored that you chose to come to me, I really am. I don't really get it, but I don't take it lightly, no matter how much of a danged fool I sound when you get me this nervous." He searched her face, knowing he wouldn't find much there to guide him. Maybe he was starting to understand her better, for he was sure he saw her face soften as her muscles relaxed again. He could still feel the tension running throughout her body, though.

T'Pol didn't respond at first, merely capturing his lips again, more softly this time. She kissed him slowly, still learning and experimenting with rhythms and pressure as she worked her mouth against his. He let her set the pace, breaking off only once as she tugged his t-shirt over his head. Trip pulled her a little closer then, as he wrapped his arms around his waist, wanting to feel her curves pressed up against his bare skin, with only the thin material of her uniform between them.

Barely a moment had passed before even that was not close enough to him. Trip tried to concentrate as he worked on the zipper down her back, for she was talking to him again. T'Pol's voice was so soft, that his hands on the zipper moved barely an inch at a time, and he pulled back to look at her so he could hear her better. She looked at him steadily as she whispered, "I came to you because I knew that you would not force your attentions on me, and that you would stop at any time if I asked. In short, I sought your company because I knew you would not offer it."

She sat down on the cot, slowly, and Trip joined her, watching her face for some clue as to what she was thinking. She looked nearly serene, except for an uncontrolled flash in her eyes. "I cannot begin to describe," she went on, looking up through her lashes at him, "the sense of violation one feels to have another inside one's mind who is trying to force one's reactions."

Trip couldn't concentrate on the anger her words brought out in him because as she continued to talk, her fingertips splayed over his skin running small circular patterns all over his chest, his shoulders, and down his arms. As she talked, she removed her catsuit in an almost efficient way that didn't quite mask her restlessness. "When I returned from sickbay and meditation could not completely stem the feelings that Tolaris tried to invoke, it seemed only logical purge them in a natural manner with one who had already proven his discretion and the ability to hold in check an excess of emotion."

Trip smirked at her, confident that he was reading a little teasing in her words as well. "If that's the case," he said running a hand along the inside of her thigh and following her as she lay back on the cot, "then there ain't really much sense in you being here right now, is there?"

Trip's hand moved up another inch, his thumb finding its way under the elastic at her leg. He pressed it firmly against her core, causing T'Pol to buck her hips and gasp loudly. Quickly, he covered her mouth with his to trap the sound. His thumb moved in small concentric patterns as he whispered raggedly, "Careful, there, Sub Commander. We wouldn't want anyone to overhear, now would we?"

He was grinning wildly as she grabbed his face for another passionate kiss. His tongue forced its way through willing lips as he mimicked the movement with two fingers in her wet folds. T'Pol was nearly whimpering as her head swam with the sensation tingling out from between her legs, her desire to keep kissing Trip, and her struggle to keep her wits long enough to get the rest of his uniform off.

Taking pity on her, Trip pulled back long enough to strip off his pants and underwear, before joining her again to crush her against him and pepper her face with passionate kisses. He fumbled a bit as he tried to kiss her and remove her underwear at the same time, but he eventually managed it. Anticipating her reaction, Trip covered T'Pol's mouth once again as his fingers returned to her hot folds, coaxing her to a fevered pitch.

His thumb found the nub under her soft tuft of fur and worked it gently as his fingers continued to stroke in and out of her. T'Pol's fingernails dug into his shoulder as she pulled him closer, silently pleading with him. Trip removed his hand so he could position himself over her, sliding inside of her in one swift movement. He had meant to set an easy pace, still afraid of overwhelming her, but T'Pol hips moved against him almost feverishly. He was beyond caring that the cot was doing some considerable rocking and shuffling with their rhythm, and nearly had cried out himself when a distant sound reached his fevered brain.

Trip slowed their rhythm and raised his head, trying to hear better, but having no interest in stopping.

"What is it?" T'Pol gasped. Trip merely shook his head and buried his face in T'Pol's neck, showering it with kisses. He had probably only imagined hearing the Captain call out to someone.

Within seconds of resuming their frenzied pace, Trip felt a deep shudder pass through T'Pol's entire body and her muscles spasmed around him. He followed her quickly, pressing his mouth more firmly against the hollow at the base of her neck to hide his moans.

Trip could not have dozed off for more than a few minutes, but she was already gone when he heard the commotion outside his tent. Dressing quickly, he stumbled out to the campfire to see what had happened.

T'Pol was there before him, dressed neatly and looking as though she had not even gone to bed yet. Her face was serene but impassive as she turned at his approach. It was difficult for Trip not to smile at the look of complete peace that had settled on to her features. What he'd thought of once as cold and emotionless now struck him as a beautiful sort of calm. T'Pol held his gaze just a fraction longer than strictly necessary. Trip knew then that this was not his last time with her, though he had to duck his head to hide a slight grin when he thought about how she would tell him again that it was, just as she had more than once before.

--The End

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Half a dozen of you have made comments

Loved this, really well written but I wonder what the interruption was? Chuckle. And there was me thinking they were about to be discovered. Thanks for a great missing scene, it should have been in there, it *should* have been! Ali D :~)

I like it

yes indeed, i'm sure trip wasn't surprised to find his tent opening. lucky beeatch- wish he was my loveslave!

Hi! Had to reread this after wathcing the ep... it's even better than I remembered it! :)

How'd I miss this for so long? Fantastic! Perfect missings scene!

Wonderful scene - I actualy went back to watch this part of the episode to see where it fit in and I love it. I always wanted to imagine trip and t'pol would make love by a campfire in the wilderness on a planet like this, and i like the way they walked away from the camp together.

It was obvious Trip looked over at her as he got up, and T'Pol just sort of walked off camera... stupid Archer was the focus! >:|

great story!