One drink too many, by Quills

One drink too many

By Quills

Rating: NC-17, Romance

This is T'Pol/Tucker romance story. It's Trek smut so don't look for an intricate plot. This is all in good fun with Paramount's characters.

Feedback is always appreciated.

Lt. Commander Tucker and First officer T’Pol were on their fourth day at the Bentaxian summit. Starfleet had assigned the Enterprise and the Captain had assigned them. Rank has its privileges. This includes avoiding tedious
meetings with heads of state over diplomatic measures for trade negotiationswith new allies. Fortunately, all was not hard work and with the successful end to trade negotiations the two Enterprise officer's were invited to a celebratory festival being held their final night on Bentax Prime.

Tucker and T'Pol had accepted the initiation...or rather Tucker had accepted on behalf of both of them and coaxed T'Pol into actually attending, telling her something along the lines of good diplomatic relations with Bentaxians. Sometimes she found it insufferable when Commander Tucker had his moments of logic. The party had been going on for several hours now and showed no sign of winding down.

"T’Pol, ye havin' a good time." a flush faced "Trip" Tucker asked as he grabbed a chair to take a seat at her table. He had just spent the last half an hour dancing with two Bentaxian sisters...twins, who he was quite certain had more than dancing in mind if he gave them even half a chance.

"I find this event...unsettling." she said with tinge of annoyance." The summit has concluded satisfactorily for both the Bentaxians and Earth. However, I see no logic in these events."

Trip Tucker sighed...*Vulcans*. "It's a party T’Pol. Everyone's celebratin' the new trade agreement. After four days of negotiatin' we finally came to an agreement we could all settle with. I say that's plenty uh reason to celebrate."

"Naturally" she said in her usual condescending manner.

"Ya know...it wouldn't hurt for you to unwind." he said "Just let down your hair for a minute."

She looked at him oddly. "My hair is down and I fail to see how its position has anything to do with these events nor do I see how one unwinds at an event that calls for raucous flailing of ones body with like minded individuals in a crowded room..."

"It's called dancing T'Pol." he said interrupting her.

"...not to mention the consumption of large quantities of fermented vegetable products." she added for good measure.

"I give up." he cried raising his hands in mock surrender.

"I assume then that you will be returning to the "dance" floor." she asked.

"I don't know. Those twins have been eyein' me all evenin'. I think they have designs of makin' a first contact uh their own." he said mischievously.

"Commander, need I remind you that we are here representing our respective governments as well as Starfleet? It would be inappropriate for you to initiate...'first contact' with any of the attendees of the festivities."

"You’re just jealous." he said leering at her.

"And you are apparently intoxicated." she responded with a raised brow.

"I resent that. I've only had two...no, three of...of...well, whatever they're servin'." he said defensively.

"Indeed." she responded

"Actually...I think I'm gonna go get another." he said mostly to himself. "Can I get ya anything while I'm up?" he asked.

T’Pol hesitated momentarily weighing her options. She had been seated in her present spot for nearly two hours. She had considered seeking refreshment but that would call for her to walk to the far end of the room crossing through the large crowd between here and there. Not something she cared to do. Having the Commander bring something back was a more agreeable alternative.

"I would like some tea." she told him.

"How about one of those Bentaxian Spice Rums...or maybe some of that Blood wine stuff?" he asked.

"Tea" she responded firmly.

"Oooook...it’s your life. Live it as wild as yuh like." he said as he got up to make his way across the room.

Commander Tucker made his way across the crowded floor. He could see why T’Pol hadn't ventured out of her seat. The place was becoming a mad house. He liked a good party, but these Bentaxians were wilder than a Centauri strip joint. But then T'Pol didn't do much of anything...besides meditate and contemplate. Sounded dull beyond belief to the Chief Engineer and yet he still made overtures of friendship to her. There was something about her that made it impossible for Trip Tucker to just leave her be. He had even entertained unmentionable thoughts about the Enterprise's first officer. However, he knew better than to linger on such thoughts. She may be the most attractive woman he ever laid eyes on but she was also a Vulcan and that made her off limits. There would be no way a Vulcan would even think of being intimate ...let alone being intimate with a human. Besides, she could barely tolerate him and half the time he wondered why he even gave her the time of day.

Trip had finally made it to the other side of the room where a counter had been set up as a makeshift bar. He approached the counter and waved for the attention of the bartender, A young Bentaxian who was enthusiastically mixing a drink for a scantily clad woman at the end of the counter.

"Hey, Barkeep!" Trip shouted trying to get the young Bentaxian's attention.

The bartender turned towards Trip with a look of annoyance. Trip could tell he was pulling the bartender away from a "preferred" customer.

"I'll have one of those fizzy things with the red foam on the top...and a tea." Trip told the Bartender.

"Tea?" replied the Bartender not quite understanding.

"Yeah, it's for the little ice princess at the far table." said Trip pointing in T'Pol's direction.

"Ah...I see." said the bartender with a grin.

Trip just smiled and nodded as the bartender prepared his order.

"Here you are sir." said the Bartender as he handed Trip his drinks.

"Thanks" said Trip as he turned and started back for T'Pol's table.

T’Pol could honestly not fathom why she chose to stay on Enterprise. A ship full of emotionally charged and often times volatile humans who were determined to travel as far and see as much as was..."humanly" possible. Perhaps that was at least part of why she chose to stay. Humans, for all their short comings were an inquisitive and restless species. They never tired of exploration of not only other worlds and cultures, but of themselves. This potential for growth was something she found lacking in her own species. Ever since Surak and the enlightenment some 5000 years ago Vulcans had found peace and order through logic. It had not only saved her culture from self annihilation but had elevated science and reason to new heights. However, with logic came the absence of emotional drives. The desire to succeed and achieve were no longer motivating factors. Technology continued to improve under the hand of science but very little of its fullest potential was used since no major interest in exploring the unknown existed beyond scientific understanding. The Humans had that desire and more. She had often considered the mathematical probability that humans would become the dominant force in this part of the galaxy in a hundred or perhaps two hundred years. Supplanting even her own species. She found the odds distinctly in their favor. With human starship Captains like Jonathan Archer paving the way for mankind; the human race's future in space exploration seemed bright indeed.

Her own experience with the Captain and her crew seemed strained at times, but she had found a modicum of respect for her fellow shipmates...Reed...Sato, Mayweather, even Tucker. Of all the humans T'Pol had met Tucker perplexed her the most. He was a an excellent engineer...even by Vulcan standards, yet his thinking processes were often chaotic and emotionally charged. She often suspected that he took personal satisfaction in arguing with her. Though it occurred to her that she made no attempts to wave off their arguments. It almost seemed as if she also received satisfaction from arguing with the Commander. However, that would be highly illogical and a waste of valuable time. But no less illogical than the thoughts which seemed to invade her mind when Trip Tucker was around.

She came out of her self reflection just as the last thoughts of Commander Tucker settled in her mind. She looked up to see the very man she had been contemplating over.

"Here's your tea" he said with a smile. "Its getting' to be a madhouse in here.

T’Pol raised the glass to her lips. She sipped slowly to taste the native blend of tea leaves. The taste and aroma were strong...much stronger than she would care for but it was not unduly so. She continued to drink her tea as Commander Tucker continued talking to her.

"Well, I'm gonna see about another dance with the twins." He told her " Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

T'Pols grasp of Earth idioms was scant but she understood the double meaning implied in this one.

"Commander, considering what you are capable of doing," she told him "I think it is fairly certain I will not be leaving this table."

"That's my girl." He said as he walked out to the dance floor.

His 'girl' * she thought and then those illogical thoughts came racing back. She took another drink of her tea, finding it becoming more palatable.

She watched him dancing with one of the Bentaxian twins he had mentioned.

T'Pol could not help notice that he had excellent body rhythm. His body moved very fluidly showing his well muscled body. T'Pol caught herself. What was she thinking? Admiring physical ability is one thing but to be .'ogling' over someone's physical being was...illogical.

T'Pol looked back at Trip who had noticed that she was looking in his direction. He smiled at her warmly and waved. She developed a distinct blush in her cheeks. She was quite certain the Commander could not see it from across the room but it disturbed her why she was having an emotional reaction. Was is because he had noticed she was starring or was it something else?

When she looked back she couldn't see where Trip was but she noticed the Bentaxian woman he had been dancing with was approaching the table she was seated at. The young Bentaxian sat down in the seat adjacent to T'Pol. The woman wore a long semi transparent blue dress that did much to accentuate her ample physique. She stretched out in the chair like a cat. T'Pol eyed her wearily.

She turned to T'Pol and spoke. "You're with Trippy, aren't you?" she asked coyly.

"Trippy? You mean Commander Tucker." she said correcting her for all the good it would do.

"No, I mean Trippy." she said insistently "My sister and I got him marked."

"Marked? What do you mean?" she asked as a throbbing pain shot to her head. She winced and then started to become lightheaded. She took a drink of her tea.

"Marked, you know...to take him home with us. He's ours for the night" she said with a lascivious smile.

"What!?" T'Pol said almost shouting.

"Hey, what are you getting...." she stopped "Ooooh, I get it. Trippy is yours."

T'Pol was having difficulty focusing her thoughts. She realized that something was wrong but was unable to discern what it was she was experiencing. She was having erratic thought patterns, abnormal physiological response patterns and now she had literally shouted at this woman who now believed she and Commander Tucker were romantically linked.

"Yes and I suggest you "unmark" him!" she said with anger. What was she doing...fighting over a man...a human male? She was displaying emotions...light headed...her thoughts were becoming more unfocused and she felt dehydrated...and then it occurred to her. Those perfect brainwaves governed by logic and discipline stemming back over 5000 years were being chemically blocked and overridden. She was drunk! But how? She consumed no alcoholic beverages...just the tea. The tea...it had to be it.

If she had a tricorder she could verify her hypothesis. She found it amusing that she didn't have one and in spite of herself she let out a soft giggle.

"What's so funny" the Bentaxian woman asked her.

"Oh, nothing you would understand." She replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" the Bentaxian asked with irritation.

"Never mind, just stay away from Commander Tucker." She warned.

"What if I don't want to?" She asked with thinly veiled threatening voice.

No matter how drunk she was T'Pol was not about to resort to physical violence. Of course, as a Vulcan she didn't have to. With the most wicked smile a Vulcan ever had she leaned over and placed her hand on the woman's shoulder where it met her neck. Applying pressure before the woman could react, T'Pol sent the woman into unconsciousness as she slumped in her chair.

T'Pol was thoroughly satisfied with her efforts. The woman had been asking for it. Just then, Trip wandered back to her table.

"Man, Latonna is just too much." He said to her as he sat down. Looking over at the woman T'Pol had just rendered unconscious he recognized her as the other half of the sister act he had been flirting with all night.

"What happened to Joqulin?" He said motioning over to the woman.

T'Pol couldn't very well tell him that she had rendered the woman unconscious let alone that she did so to keep the woman away from Trip.

"Perhaps she consumed too many fermented vegetable products." she suggested.

"Just as well, she and her sister have worn me out." he said.

I should be the one wearing you out * she thought. She was no longer resisting her illogical thoughts. She no longer cared that she was drunk.

She picked up her glass and finished the last of her 'tea'. She stood up and smoothed her uniform. "I am going to take a walk. Will you join me?" she asked.

"Uh...sure...why not?" He responded " I could use some fresh air to clear my head.

The two officers exited the party walking down the garden pathway. Several partygoers had wandered or rather stumbled out there but for the most part the party had remained inside.

T'Pol and Trip walked down the quiet path together. T'Pol looked at Trip with a smile. Trip, still a bit intoxicated hadn't noticed. T'Pol looked up at Bentaxians two sister planets in the night sky. They were remarkably beautiful and the thought of walking under them with Trip made her feel warm. Why hadn't she acknowledged these feelings before?

"Look up there." She told him pointing to the two planets. "Those blue orbs are Bentax one and two."

"They’re beautiful. That's one of the reasons I joined Starfleet. To see wonders like that." He told her "I didn't think Vulcans went in for aesthetics."

"There are many things you do not know about my people and me." She said looking at him. She started walking again and Trip had to pick his jaw off the ground and catch up.

’Was she coming onto me just now,’ he wondered. ‘I know I had a bit to drink but I also know when a woman's commin on ta me and she is definitely commin on to me.’

They continued walking until they reached the group of bungalows the Bentaxians had assigned them for their stay. Trip walked T'Pol to her door and was about to ask her what all that was about back there when T'Pol spoke.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked him in the most silky voice he had ever heard.

He was flustered and it was defiantly not because of the alcohol. T'Pol had been acting very odd since they left the party. Now, she was asking him into her room? What was he thinking? This was T'Pol...the Vulcan. She could not be interested in him. He had been reading the signs all wrong. She's probably just trying to make sure I don't get into any trouble or embarrass Starfleet and Earth.

"Uh yeah...sure." he replied sheepishly.

T'Pol opened the door and the two officers entered the room. It was quite dark and Trip began fumbling for the lighting panel. A hand touched his and moved up his arm. He was startled for a moment until he realized it was T'Pol. He could make out her features with the light from Bentaxians sister planets shining through the window.

"Find what you're looking for?" she asked him coyly.

"I...." he could not help stammering as she slowly pressed his back to the wall. He was literally trapped.

"Let me assist you." she said as she leaned in and began to kiss him. She brushed her lips across his eliciting a sharp gasp from him, flicking her tongue over his lower lip before pulling away.

Trip was breathing heavily. What the hell was going on? T'Pol was coming on to him.

"T'Pol, wh-what are you doing?" he stammered

"I would think that was obvious...Trip." she said mischievously

That last word almost melted him on the spot. She let it roll off her tongue and made it the most sexy word in the English language.

"Something's wrong, you don't act this way." he said.

"Mmmm, something's wrong alright." she agreed with a smile "and it couldn't be more right. I'm suffering from intoxication brought on by the ingestion of high concentrations of fermented vegetable products."

"What?" he asked not following her explanation.

"I'm drunk, silly." she said with a giggle.

"You’re what!?" he said in shock "But how, you didn't drink anything."

"Oh, but I did." she said correcting him "I drank that wonderful tea you brought me."

"Oh no." he said. It never even occurred to him. They were at a party where people were getting totally blitzed. It never occurred to him that when he asked for a tea he would get the Bentaxian equivalent of a "Long Island" iced tea.

"Mmmmm, I've wanted to do this for some time." she said as she pressed Trip against the wall hiking her leg up his. Their bodies were pressed close together. He could feel her breath on his neck as she laid a trail of kisses along it. He was fast becoming weak in the knees.

"T’Pol... th-this isn't right." he tried very hard to tell her. "We ca-"

She silenced his protests with a kiss. He felt feverish. How could he be doing this? She was a Vulcan...a fellow shipmate...a friend...a...oh god! She broke their kiss and looked at him with smoldering eyes.

"Make love to me." she told him.

He swallowed hard. She slid her hand down his chest and down his tight stomach reaching the spot she was aiming for. Trip gave a loud sigh and with that sigh went what little resolve he still had. He pulled her closer looking into her eyes. She smiled warmly running her hand through his hair. He kissed her long and deep. She responded in kind sliding her tongue into his warm mouth. He opened his eyes, startled for a moment. *Where did she learn that?" he wondered. This Vulcan lady was full of surprises tonight.

She exhaled in his ear. "Now, I want you now."

She lifted her face to his and closed one hand over the back of his neck to draw him closer. She stroked him lightly for a moment then she lay back, pulling him down to her. They clawed at each other removing their clothing. Hot passion had overtaken them both. He caressed every crevasse of her supple body,.laying delicate kisses as he went along. He lingered around her beautifully pointed ears eliciting moans and what he could swear was a Vulcan curse.

T'Pol was burning up. She could feel the hot passion within her. She looked up at this man she so desperately wanted. He was so beautiful she could hardly stand it. She moved her hands down his chest, raking her nails as she went. When she reached the spot she sought she grasped his manhood and began to stroke it...teasing him.

Blood rushed to his head and his temples began to throb. He rolled his hips against hers. She thrust with him, taking him into her and holding him there. Their bodies moved in rhythm with one another. His body tightened. He was ready, so soon. This woman was incredible, but she wasn't ready. He had to wait. He continued pumping with rhythmic motion as T'Pol began moaning louder.

He continued with intensity shifting back and forth. A soft groan rumbled through her. He felt her through his own body. Then she spoke amid the moans of pleasure.

"Now, Trip," T'Pol called out. "Now..." Her body arched. Her fingers clenched in the sheets. She pulsed beneath him. He held her tightly, riding the waves with her, prolonging her pleasure as his own climax came. Their bodies moved in joyous unison as they both tasted the pleasure they had given each other.

As the torrential waves slowly dissipated the two lovers collapsed in each other's arms. They were both spent from the hot and passionate moment they had just shared. Trip hugged T'Pol tightly as they lay with each other. T'Pol responded by nuzzling close to Trip and kissing his chest.

"T'Pol...you were..." he could not find the words.

She shushed him gently and kissed his lips. "So were you." She said with a smile.

She looked into his eyes for the longest time before she spoke again. She could see the questions. "Stay with me tonight." she said " We can talk in the morning."

He smiled at her and took her in his arms where they she laid as they both drifted off to sleep.

Continued in Part 2

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