Second Chance, by Quills

Second Chance

by Quills

T'Pol and Tucker comfort each other after they survive an experience in pure evil.

Rating: NC-17, Romance, Drama

Trip Tucker was screaming. That was all T'Pol could think as she ran from her adjacent room. She did not even bother to dress, leaving her in a midriff and panties.

"Commander..." She called out as she entered the room.

"T'Pol!" he screamed as he sat up in a violent fit.

His breathing was haggard and short. He put his hands to his face as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. The Vulcan sat down on the bed and placed her hands on his head. Hesitantly, she began to run them soothingly through his hair.

"Trip," she said softly "We are no longer in danger."

"T'Pol?" he said questioningly

"I'm here." She told him.

"Oh, T'Pol" he cried in relief "I must have been dreaming."

"You were having a nightmare." she told him

"I was," he said "but it all happened, didn't it?"

"Yes." was all she could say.

Three days ago they and two other crewmen from the Enterprise's xenobiology department visited the world they would find was called Braxis. As they would come to learn, some of the planets inhabitants had another name for it...Hell world. From a casual glance it seemed to be a peaceful planet with little strife or crime. They would later find out how wrong that assessment was. The planet was ruled by a government controlled by a secret society. An elite group of Braxian men and woman who systematically kidnapped, brutalized and tortured citizens for ritual pleasure. They would discover that this society was thousands of years old. It was centered around the worship of deities from the earliest history of Braxis. These deities represented vices and evil of unimaginable proportions. The landing party discovered what had been going on for uncounted centuries. The peaceful citizens were merely the cattle in the fields for this society who indulged in every form of perverse masochistic torture and suffering imaginable. They reveled in creating suffering in the name of their gods. Once the away team found evidence of the society and it's practices they became the target of them. They were captured and brutalized in unspeakable ways. Both crewman Jenkins and Lt. Bartholomew were killed by the society members during their perverse rights. Both Tucker and T'Pol heard the screams from their fellow crewmembers and could only imagine what horrors they were experiencing. It was only through the intervention of a group of anti-society rebels that they did not join their fellow crewmembers. Though they had first hand experience of the tortures inflicted.

T'Pol opened her eyes. She knew it was unhealthy to dwell upon those three days. Both she and Commander Tucker were fortunate to escape with minimal physical damage. Their wounds would heal but their mental health was something that only time would tell. They were in the hands of the rebels
and she had been permitted to make contact with Enterprise. Captain Archer had been appraised of the situation and the ship would arrive in a few hours. She and Commander Tucker need only rest and wait to leave this accursed planet.

He leaned his head on her shoulder. His warm body pressed against hers, and though she convinced herself that he needed another person to be with she welcomed his touch. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. They were free from the horror of the last three days.

The sensation of his muscular arms curving tightly against her produced a sensation in her body she was not accustomed to, a tightening in her stomach and a burning between her thighs. It was not something she was used to.

"You were gone." He told her

"I'm here Trip." she reassured him

"No." he said weekly "You died with the others."

She felt a fresh stream of hot tears run down her neck as they fell from Trip Tucker's cheeks. She felt a shiver move through her spine and thoughts invaded her mind that she could not drive away. Suddenly a hot tingling feeling caressed her sensitive Vulcan ear. He was breathing
in her ear

"Trip?" she said meekly

He whispered to her: "I want to kiss you."

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She could feel a throbbing
ache rushing through her body. He began to trail slow, wet kisses up her neck
and around her delicate pointed ears.

He pulled back to look into her eyes. He moved his hands across her
Tight belly stopping just beneath the slip she was wearing and her
bare breasts.

T'Pol swallowed hard. What was he trying to do, seduce her? Why wasn't she
making any attempts to stop him? Was it possible that she needed the touch of another soul as much as he did?

His right hand moved in under the slip and cupped left breast.
She felt her thigh muscles contract.

"What are you doing?" she asked weakly

"I want you T'Pol." he said as he pulled her closer "I never realized..."

"Realized what?" she asked him

"That I. . ." he raised his head and met her eyes with his "love you." He said and averted his gaze almost shamefully

"Trip" she said but she was uncertain how to respond to his confession.

"We almost died. Jenkins and Bartholomew did." He said "When they separated us. All I could think of was you. I got down on my knees and prayed to God that they wouldn't hurt you. I haven't prayed in years."

"Trip...I..." what could she say to that?

"It's nice to know someone is still listening." He said as he put his hand to her cheek.

"I thought of you as well." She told him "I hoped that they would come for me first and I could delay your suffering. I was just..."

"What?" he asked

"I was disturbed that I would not see you again." she told him.

"So was I." He said "I realized there were things I wanted to say. Things I wished to God I had said. Like the fact that I love you T'Pol. I love your condescending Vulcan attitude. I love the way you purse your lips when your concentrating on a problem...how you smile behind that austere mask. I love everything about you and we had to nearly die for me to realize it!"

She looked at him and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Her mental conditioning and barriers were
frayed. She was using everything she had to avoid a flood of tears.

Trip Tucker gently brushed the tear away as he leaned in and kissed T'Pol. Her lips trembled against the touch of his. He pulled back and began to move his hands across her body once more. Moving across her shoulders trailing down her arms and then up her tight stomach just stopping below her midriff and her smooth breasts once more.

"Does it bother you that I'm touching you?" he asked as he trailed his fingers up over her skin. She sucked in a breath as a finger brushed over one of her nipples.

"You...we shouldn't" she managed to say.

"T'Pol, you have beautiful breasts." He said "Did you know that."

She swallowed hard and gently pushed him back down so he was laying on his back once more. She brushed her hand across his forehead brushing away stray hairs.

"Oh God, I actually feel strange." he said with a smile as he opened his eyes wide feeling the rush of blood to his head.

The doctors gave you a sedative so you could sleep. The medical facilities here are crude. Their drugs are primarily opiates and narcotics. They are influencing your behavior."

His eyes made it back to hers and her chest contracted again as she shuddered at his lustful piercing stare.

"That explains me, what about your behavior?" he asked her

He was right and she knew it. She stood up to put some distance between them. He stood up and followed her. He pressed his chest against her back and whispered in her ear.

"Relax, T'Pol. You know you can always tell me to stop." He told her

She closed her eyes as he began to massage her shoulders. His hands
worked in rhythmic motion along her muscles. She turned around abruptly.
Trip tucker looked down at her.

"T'Pol" he said

"Don't talk." She said and pulled him to her as she pressed her lips to his passionately.

It wasn't logical, but logic be damned! She wanted him. She wanted to scream it. They had both been through hell and back. They both experienced suffering and death .

"Take me, we both want this." She hissed

Trip shuddered but did not hesitate. He removed his t-shirt and T'Pol straddled his waste. He began running his hands all over her taut muscular body. She closed her eyes and let her head sway gently. She lowered herself and laid on his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissing his mouth then moving up the bridge of his nose and around his eyes. Trip Tucker sighed. She was so right. They both wanted this....needed this.

He began tracing his fingers over her breasts...coming close, but avoiding her already erect nipples. T'Pol leaned down and brushed her lips against Trip Tucker's. She parted her lips allowing him to
explore deeply with his tongue. She let out a deep moan as the kiss deepened. She let her the passion of the moment overwhelm her and she pulled herself closer to Trip biting at his neck as she unbuttoned his pants. Trip experiencing a heady rush as his senses were overwhelmed by her hot breath. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, eliciting another deep moan from T'Pol's lips. She was losing herself in him. He glided his hands around her sensitive sex producing sighs. He slipped his fingers inside her warm, moist interior stroking the sensitive edges as he began probing her. Swiftly the pace began to quicken to a fevered pitch. They hurried to remove their remaining clothing. They were both lost in a heady passion. Neither could wait much longer. T'Pol rose up on her knees and brought his throbbing member into her . She closed her eyes as he penetrated her deeply.

"Oh God" said Trip as he entered her.

T'Pol thrust herself into Trip's body, bringing him even deeper. She squeezed her thighs tightly in a rhythmic motion. This sent Trip reeling. He could feel his climax building to a fevered pitch. He began to tense and let out a low moan which was followed by an uncontrollable orgasm. He thrust upward as he came sending a wave of intense pleasure through T'Pol whose last amount of restraint was abandoned a scream of pure ecstasy tore from her lips as she came hard and fast. They both road the wave of intense their mutual orgasm had produced.

As the rush began to subside T'Pol collapsed on Trip's chest hugging him tightly. Trip Tucker put his arms around her and gently kissed her.

"I love you sub Commander T'Pol" he whispered

She raised her head to look up at him "and I love you Charles 'Trip' Tucker."

He smiled at her and pulled her too him. They held each other in a long embrace gently kissing each other as they allowed long needed sleep to claim them.

The End

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One person has made comments

Loved this. So good to see them let down their walls and show their true feelings. It was intersting that Trip's emotions were unleashed by the drugs he was being given while T'Pol was reacting simply to being with him. That was a nice turn around. Thanks for the lovely story, Ali D :~)