Please, Please Me-text

Please Please Me

By Surya

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It all belongs to wretched Paramount. No infringement intended.
Genre: Episode Addition, Romance, and a bit of angst
Summary: What was going through their minds as they did the horizontal tango, and what led to that conversation in the mess hall.

Author's Note: The version of 'Harbinger' that was shown on British TV had the 'nude' scene cut out. T&T were only shown from the shoulders up, so some of the details might be wrong.
Trip is in plain text and T'Pol is in italics

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“What just happened here? … Did we…? …Are we…?”

I silence him with a kiss. I have no answers for him, only questions in my own mind. When did I begin to find this uniquely irritating human male so attractive? And why? I only know that here and now, I want him more than anything, but just as he begins to respond to my kiss I break away, still uncertain.

Twice in two days! What the hell’s happening to the women on Enterprise? Amanda’s kiss was unexpected, and even a little unwelcome, but this … I’ve been wanting it for months. I just didn’t know it ‘til now. I don’t understand why or how this is happening to us, but I look up into her dark, liquid eyes and I see something else I didn’t expect – need and uncertainty.

The kiss has left me hungry for more. He doesn’t move, just sits there, open-mouthed, looking up at me with those intensely blue eyes. I know he is as confused as I am, but my need for him tonight is greater, and I untie my robe and shrug it to the floor.

Oh god, she’s … magnificent! She’s completely naked and her skin’s shining like burnished copper in the candlelight. I can’t take my eyes off her, until she kisses me again an her soft lips on mine send a wave of heat straight to my groin. I’m already hard as I stand and embrace her.

As much as I want him, nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of Trip’s hot, questing tongue entering my mouth for the first time. I almost pull back again as the shock of pleasure pulses through me from my mouth to the secret places between my thighs, but after the searing heat of his first sweet invasion he becomes gentler. He traces the inside of my lips, then carefully flicks deeper to catch the tip of my tongue. I don’t know how to respond until he winds his tongue around mine and draws in slowly into the hot cavern of his mouth, then for a moment all that exists are our four lips and two tongues touching and tasting.

Never thought I’d find anything that tastes better’n pecan pie! She’s like almonds and cream and something that isn’t quite cinnamon. She’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I can taste her and smell her and feel her soft, smooth skin against my chest. Her hands are in my hair and mine are on her hips, pulling her against me. I can’t get enough of her. Part of me wants to take her right now, to thrust deep inside her and feel her surrounding me, but more than that I want this to last, to savour every moment with her and give both of us as much pleasure as I can.

I’ve never been kissed like this, with such hunger and such passion. He’s running his large, warm hands over my body, drawing them up my back, over my shoulders and down to my breasts, and I take pleasure in his touch. I arch my back and feel his soft body-hair against my breasts. It’s a wonderful sensation, so different from hairless Vulcan skin. As I gradually grow accustomed to feeling to aroused I begin to explore him more eagerly. I trace my fingers around the curves of his ears, and the scientist in me notices that the lobes rather than the tips seem to be erogenous zones. I brush down his throat to his shoulders and arms and feel the well-defined muscles beneath his skin, and I wonder idly how his strength would compare with our strong but slight Vulcan men.

Oh, god … She’s touching me now, leaving trails of fire on my skin and arching her body into me, pushing against my chest and stomach and groin. I can’t bear it, it’s too much and finally, reluctantly I tear my mouth away from hers and look down into those compelling alien eyes. Unable to resist touching her I cup her firm, full breasts in my hands and stroke them, teasing her nipples as I feel them harden under my thumbs. But she’s relentless, spending what seems like hours playing with the hair on my chest before she moves lower down my abs. She pauses, unsure again, and traces her fingers around the waistband of my sweatpants, seeming afraid to go any further until I take her hand and guide her down inside them, glad that tonight of all nights I’m not wearing any underwear. I have to close my eyes as her long, cool fingers close around my cock and another wave of heat rises within me, striving for release. She slowly explores it, running her hand all the way up its shaft to its throbbing tip, and as I regain control of myself I look down into her eyes again and manage to smile my encouragement.

He’s breathing hard, fighting for control as he guides my hand down to his groin, and I wonder if what he’s feeling is similar to what Vulcan men experience during the pon farr. As I grasp his hard member my body responds in ways I’ve never imagined let alone experienced. There is a jolt of wet heat between my thighs and something more that I don’t understand. I stroke up and down the smooth, silky skin of his shaft and feel the strange alien shape of its tip. I caress across it with my thumb and feel fluid already escaping from the small fissure, then stroke down again and find yet more of his copious body-hair curling at its base. Stroking him like this has awakened something primal within me, and I feel a deep pull inside my own abdomen. Emboldened, I slide both hands into his waistband and push his loose trousers to the floor, and as he steps out of them I catch his woody, musky human scent and it arouses me still further.

Oh, god … I want her so much, I can’t wait any longer. I collapse on the bunk, pulling her with me. She comes willingly, lying under me and parting her thighs so that I can lie between them. Burning with desire I kiss her again, deeper and harder than before, struggling again for control. I leave her mouth and kiss her nose, her brows, her cheek and the delicate point of her ear. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me down to her (god, she’s strong!) and kisses my throat and my shoulder and my chest. I’m lost in it, her kisses and grazing tongue seeming to brand my skin and sending lightning bolts of electricity through me until I realise she’s breathless and writhing under me, her pelvis thrusting upward in search of something … of me.

A Vulcan would have taken me there and then, the moment we reached the bed, but Trip holds back once more, and I begin to feel a new admiration for this intensely emotional man who can control himself so well in the midst of his desire. It’s exquisite agony to have him so near. As perspiration dampens his skin his scent is overpowering. His mouth leaves mine bruised and swollen and I feel his hot breath on my skin as he trails wet kisses from my ear down to my breast, finding one hard nipple and sucking on it; his lips and tongue and teeth playing with it. Another wave of pleasure pulses through me and I wrap my legs around him and try to pull him into me.

Oh, god … she’s strong enough to crush me between her thighs if she wanted to. I can feel her heels digging into my back and I have to brace myself against the bed to move away from her nipple and kiss lower, down over her firm, flat abdomen and into the hairless folds between her thighs. I hold on to her hips and breathe in her sweetly exotic scent before I probe a little with my tongue and taste the molten heart of her. Her breath’s coming in soft little gasps now as I explore slowly into the soft folds that surround it, caressing every crevice, searching for something I’m not even sure will be here, but as soon as I touch the small, swollen bud she gasps my name and raises her hips from the bed, and I know I’ve found it.

I gasp his name as he swirls his tongue around and over my karishta - I don’t know the human word for it - something no Vulcan male would ever have thought of doing. Waves of pleasure build in my abdomen and break over my body, each cresting higher than the last, until I feel something seem to open deep within me and I can’t wait any longer for completion. As if he’s reading my mind he comes swiftly back to my mouth and I can taste myself on him as he kisses me deeply and passionately and nuzzles me with the tip of his manhood. He’s larger than a Vulcan would be, but he’s made me so wet that he can slide easily into me. He joins with me slowly, sinking deeper and filling me with his hot, thick shaft. I grasp his shoulders and steel myself for the sharp pain I will feel as he forces his way past my inner opening, but it never comes and I realise that I’m completely open to him. This incredible human with his lapping, skilful tongue has discovered something about my body that even I did not know.

Oh, god … it feels like she’s swallowing me whole! She’s so tight around me that I hardly dare to move and I stop dead as sweat beads on my forehead and along my spine. I kiss and kiss and kiss her, reaching and plundering in her mouth, until she grabs my butt and shows me exactly how to create the right kind of friction for her. I can feel a pressure wave building in my groin and I fight to hold it back, resting my brow against hers and breathing hard until I feel her inner muscles begin to ripple around my cock. The sensation is incredible, as if there’s a second set of lips inside her that are licking and sucking the head of my cock as I thrust into her.

I can feel that he’s beginning to lose control as he thrusts deeper and harder into me, and I rise up to meet him each time he fills me. Pleasure builds on pleasure, taking me higher each time he penetrates my body until, just as I think I can’t take any more he pushes me over the edge and the world seems to shatter around me.

Suddenly she cries out something in Vulcan – something that includes my name. I can feel all her muscles tensing around me, inside and out, gripping me hard, and her fingernails digging into my flesh. I can feel a trickle of something that might be my blood, but I don’t care. She’s reached her climax and I’m close behind her, finally letting go and groaning her name as the moment of release comes and a searing pulse of heat courses through my cock, and I shudder with the power of it as my semen pumps into her.

He collapses on top of me as he finally lets go. I’m gasping for breath and so is he, but still his mouth comes down on mine and I lock my arms around him, stroking his hair and holding him while we both recover. I don’t mind that his skin is slick with sweat that dampens mine, or that there’s a hot, sticky fluid between my thighs. All I care about is that he’s here with me.

Don’t say anything, Tucker. Don’t say a word. Don’t open your big Southern mouth and ruin this incredible, fragile thing we’ve just created. I simply lie with her, still connected, catching my breath and stroking her soft, silky hair as we bathe in the afterglow. There’s so much I want to tell her, but I don’t dare for fear of breaking the spell she’s woven for us tonight. How can I? How can I tell her how I feel, when her life’s work is to feel nothing? How can I tell her what she’s come to mean to me? How can I tell her that I love her when she doesn’t even know the meaning of the word?

I gaze up into beautiful blue eyes as he smiles down at me and caresses the tip of my ear, sending delicious aftershocks through me. I love you, Trip. That’s what I cried out in my own language as I climaxed. I didn’t know it until then. I can’t say it again, in English so that he will understand. It’s beyond me. But why doesn’t he say something? Does he feel as I do? This man who has a quip for every occasion is suddenly silent as we lie here after the most intimate experience we could possibly have shared. Normally so ready to voice his volatile emotions to everyone around him, he doesn’t voice them to me now. What does that mean?

“Tactical alert! Senior officers to their posts.”

He hangs his head and sighs, and the moment has gone.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

hehehehe, that was fun!

I especially liked the end with the beautiful silence neither wanted to infringe upon.

Both beautiful and hot! I love how you switched between their POVs; great idea, and it made the piece that much more beautiful to see what both were thinking and feeling. Thank you for this!

Wow, that was hot!!! Thanks, loved it!

I always wanted to know what they were thinking, but never had the nerve to write it myself. I like your style of writing... straightforward without all the purple prose so many writers add to sexy scenes to try to dress them up. You told it like it was... and it was very nice!

Hot dang!! Glorious Smutt!
As if I wasnt sweating enough already today,, Damn that was a Hot one.

Damn tactical alert! Very good and love how you described how they were feeling so we got both sides of the coin. Really good, hope you write more. Ali D :~)

I think you could have a new career as a porn writer!! *as she runs off to take a shower*.....

Oh my goodness. Hmm, cold shower for me too...

Nice!
But you really think they were so busy thinking???
;-)

Needs a sequel.

Thanks everyone for the comments. I'm glad I 'popped my cherry' with this little interlude.

Scarletwitch: I'm thinkin' about that look they exchanged at the end of their conversation in the mess hall, and I rekon 'neuropressure' is now code for ... well, watch this space.

But I'm working on my Finale Fix for now.

Aeryn: I think T'Pol might be (she's a Vulcan after all, who knows what they think about during sex), but I'll admit to a bit of artistic licence with Trip.

Surya I really liked your story and inside the thoughts and feelings of both Trip and T'Pol it was well done.I've been wishing for a longtime someone would do a story like you did.I'll ask also a sequeal please.

Damn...that was good......Sequel......

Delicious...

Hmmmm. No added crap. Good!

surya i loved your story it was flippn' fantastic very hot, i guess you live a england and they must have cut out the nudity scene, but i just wanted to tell you, you didn't miss much they just showed her butt thats all, and that funny look on Trip face that was it, but my dear you filled the gap nicely, thank you , please write more you do it well

surya i loved your story it was flippn' fantastic very hot, i guess you live in england and they must have cut out the nudity scene, but i just wanted to tell you, you didn't miss much they just showed her butt thats all, and that funny look on Trip face that was it, but my dear you filled the gap nicely, thank you , please write more you do it well

surya i loved your story it was flippn' fantastic very hot, i guess you live in england and they must have cut out the nudity scene, but i just wanted to tell you, you didn't miss much they just showed her butt thats all, and that funny look on Trip face that was it, but my dear you filled the gap nicely, thank you , please write more you do it well

honey i loved your story you have got to write some more, i really like reading over and over, it is just great, so please please me and write some more

so good! please write a sequel, or more ff!

wow!!! sequel, please!

I don't normally like reading graphic sex stories but you did this really well without over doing it...AND I have to agree with the others SEQUEL PLEASE :) Thanks for sharing this.

Well done! That was absolutely fabulous - really.

I loved the advancement in the story being explored between the two of them...each of them adding a new piece to the adventure.
And the ending in particular...the way there were no words exchanged...because they weren't needed. :)

Again, well done.

sequel, please!

I'll be in my bunk

omg, poor t'pol! excellent writing, i hope you write a SEQUEL!!

Oh. My. God.

Hot, Hot, Hot! Phew! I need a cold shower after reading this!