Stranded-txt

Stranded

By JennaTripped

Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount. No infringement intended.
Spoilers: All season 4 spoilers and any aired episodes.
Summary: Trip and T’Pol alone together on a cold, dark, wet planet. Whatever shall they do? Koss is conveniently out of the way.
A/N: My first NC 17 fic. Be gentle. BIG shout out to Blah. :-D

Trip rubbed a frustrated hand across his forehead. His shirt was damp with sweat from working tirelessly in a confined space and his jumpsuit hung down around his hips. It had been three hours since the shuttle crashed leaving T’Pol and he stranded on this creepy planet. He’d spent the majority of those hours trying to fix the most basic systems of the shuttlepod so that they wouldn’t freeze to death outside, but everything was fried beyond even his abilities.

His temper was fraying, and T’Pol wasn’t helping matters. He’d told her the communications systems were beyond repair, but she insisted on trying to fix them anyway. Now her voice reached his ears dimly, trying in vain to reach Enterprise. Hot, tired, and grumpy, he shoved himself out from beneath the paneling and sighed loudly. T’Pol looked up from her focus on the console at the front of the shuttle and eyed him up and down once.

“Is there a problem Commander?”

“Yeah, T’Pol, I’d say so. There’s no way I can fix this. I’d need new parts, and there’s no way to fabricate them here.”

“Then we will have to spend our energy trying to contact the ship.”

“I’m tellin’ ya, that comm. isn’t going to work!” Trip placed his hands on his hips and stared her down.

“Then what do you suggest, Commander?”

Trip snorted softly. Now she was gonna listen to him?

“We need to go outside and build a fire. Enterprise’ll be back for us tomorrow anyway. All we have to do is survive the night.”

T’Pol watched him quietly for another moment, and Trip’s frustration grew. He wasn’t sure why he was so angry about the whole situation, and he knew it wasn’t T’Pol’s fault they were stuck down here. He was just stressed out and tired.

“Very well.”

Trip forced his irritation away and open the hatch to the shuttle, revealing a dense forest and fading sunlight. The faint sounds of nocturnal animals stirring in the trees reached his ears, and he took the phaser T’Pol offered gratefully.

“I suggest we stay together. It will be easy enough to find wood for a fire here, but it would not be wise for us to lose track of each other.”

“Sounds good ta me.”

For the next hour, Trip and T’Pol rummaged through the undergrowth collecting branches, periodically dropping them into a pile. Trip had also found several medium sized rocks to fashion into a fire pit. The physical exertion and fresh air eased some of his tension and he found himself regretting how he’d snapped at T’Pol earlier.

They returned from their last trip into the woods, and Trip crouched down to start the fire while T’Pol moved into the shuttle. He stared at the tiny flame as he added sticks to it. The sounds of the forest were louder now, and bright light reflecting from two different moons had replaced the fading sun. They’d collected enough wood to last the night if they used it judiciously. By the time T’Pol returned carrying two sleeping bags, rations, and a portable light source, he’d worked the flickering flame into a strong and steady fire.

T’Pol sat down beside him and offered him a dry ration bar.

Staring at the fire, he took it from her.

“T’Pol?”

“Yes, Commander?”

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” Trip was tempted to give more of an explanation, but recently he’d found that she seemed to understand him even when he couldn’t find the right words. Their neuropressure sessions had become less about helping him sleep and more about confiding in each other. Sometimes they didn’t even do neuropressure anymore. They just sat and talked about what had happened during the day. It had been hard after she’d married Koss, very hard. He had avoided her for a long time. But the fact was that he’d come to rely on her too much to go cold turkey.

So, he’d thought he would go just once a week to see her, keep it impersonal. His resolve had lasted about three seconds. She needed him just as much as he needed her.

“You are forgiven, Trip.”

Trip smiled to himself. She’d started doing that, calling him Trip. Only when she really wanted his attention or was saying something very important, and only when they were off duty. But still, it was kinda nice. He liked hearing his name on her lips. Her lips… Trip risked a glance at her profile and firmly squished the thoughts racing through his head. Now that Koss was dead, he’d found it nearly impossible to be near her without his imagination running away. They could be together now… the thought just repeated over and over and over.

He stood up from the fire and went back into the shuttle for no other reason than to get away from the situation before he did something stupid. But moving away from the fire made him realize how cool the night air had become. The sweat on his shirt made him shiver, and he walked back to the fire quickly. T’Pol didn’t question him about his illogical movements.

“Are ya still hungry?” Trip seated himself again next to T’Pol.

“No, thank you. However, you should remove your shirt.”

“Huh?”

“Your shirt. It is unwise to remain in wet clothing. It is cold, and your shirt is damp with perspiration.”

“Oh, sorry.” Trip had forgotten about her sense of smell. He quickly pulled off his shirt without thinking about it and inched closer to the fire. “That better?”

T’Pol swallowed with difficulty. “I was merely concerned that you would become ill.”

“Oh! I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”

He had his back to her and she studied him carefully. Trip – Commander Tucker, she corrected herself – was utterly guileless. Even after all their time together he seemed unaware of his affect on her. She watched the muscles in his back in fascination as they flexed when he shifted closer to the warmth of the flames and resisted the urge to reach out and touch them.

Trip had returned to her for neuropressure six weeks after their disastrous visit to Vulcan. She had never asked what had caused his sleeplessness this time, but she suspected it had more to do with her than he would ever be willing to admit. The familiar and devastating feeling of guilt was her constant companion. The neuropressure had been a mere excuse for her. An excuse to touch him and be near him. She had found that simply talking with Trip was very enjoyable. But unfortunately, the more she thought about not giving into these urges he inspired, the more frequently they seemed to occur.

Only Trip elicited these feelings. It was unsettling but compelling.

Now, as he sat contemplating the flames, T’Pol moved herself forward so that they were once again side by side. He turned and smiled at her, and she felt that mysterious thing stir inside her. She shivered.

“You cold, T’Pol?”

Without waiting for a response, he edged closer to her and tucked an arm around her back. T’Pol stiffened briefly, but before Trip could pull away she relaxed against him.

“Yes. The temperature has dropped significantly.”

He rubbed a hand up and down her arm. T’Pol’s senses honed in on the contact and she felt her sensible inhibitions begin to melt away.

“Just a sec, okay?”

Trip stood up and grabbed a few more branches and tossed them on the flames. He then picked up the sleeping bags and brought them over. He unzipped one of them and opened it like a blanket before sitting down next to T’Pol and draping it over both their shoulders. He knew it wasn’t a good idea. Being this close to her was always dangerous for him. But she was cold, and he was cold, and the night would be long.

“Better?”

When she didn’t answer, Trip glanced at her, only to find her staring at him with those wonderfully expressive eyes. Time stood still.

They inched imperceptively closer to one another. Trip didn’t know who moved first, but they were kissing. It was slow, sweet. Their lips rubbed gently together, maximizing the contact. Trip’s hand crept up to cup her face and he ran his fingers along the delicate curve of her ear. She sighed into his mouth and the kiss intensified. Trip’s brain was fogged, his senses blinded by T’Pol. He tugged on her full bottom lip and groaned when her tongue tentatively caressed his.

With a jolt, Trip separated himself from her. They couldn’t do this again… not without talking about it first. He’d learned his lesson. He loved T’Pol, but he couldn’t handle another one-night stand with her.

“T’Pol, wait.” Trip struggled to catch his breath, the drugging effects of her kisses making him sluggish.

“What is the problem?”

“Is this what you want? You know what you’re doing?”

“I am no longer married, Trip.” She spoke softly and reached out to stroke his cheek. He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes. “You said we could not be together while I was married. There is no barrier now.”

“But we serve together…”

“We hold the same rank, and I do not believe Captain Archer disapproves.”

“T’Pol… this means more to me than it does to you.”

“You are wrong. You love me, and I return your affection. This means a great deal to me.”

“But- I…”

T’Pol leaned forward and cut off his protest with a swift, deep kiss. Her arms snaked around his neck and Trip felt his weak protests fall away. He shifted so that she lay halfway beneath him on the soft sleeping bag with the fire warming them. Not that they needed it. T’Pol’s skin was burning beneath Trip’s fingers as they slipped beneath the functional jacket and top she wore. It was the first time he’d ever been happy that she wasn’t wearing one of her tight little catsuits.

Her teeth came down gently on Trip’s lower lip, bringing his attention back to her insistent mouth. He spread feather-light kisses over her face before settling at her left ear and gently sucking her earlobe into his mouth. She trembled beneath him, and her hands tightened reflexively on the bare skin of his back. Trip felt goosebumps prickle his skin wherever her hands touched him and shakily unzipped her jacket, letting his lips travel down the column of her throat and under her collar.

He looked up for a moment and met her hooded gaze. She sat up slightly and pulled the jacket off in a smooth movement before settling down with him again. Trip placed a soft kiss on her flat stomach before pushing her shirt up and over her head. He watched her with the same fascination he had the first time this had happened between them, perhaps more because he knew what was going through her mind now.

Trip leaned over her and lowered himself until their bare chests touched, skin to skin. He kissed her again deeply, and her hands on his torso became more aggressive. She teased him, letting her fingers drift under the edge of his jumpsuit, which clung loosely to his hips, before sliding back up all the while kissing him senseless. He was losing the upper hand and didn’t mind it at all. T’Pol’s warm hands moved between them and gently slid the jumpsuit down his legs. Trip sighed in relief. He didn’t think he’d ever been so aroused in his life. T’Pol proved him wrong the next moment by rubbing her fingers against him through the fabric of his underwear. He froze, and something snapped inside him.

With a slight growl of pleasure, he grabbed T’Pol’s hand and brought it to his lips before divesting them both of the rest of their clothes. Naked together, Trip trailed teasing fingers over T’Pol’s breasts and down her side, lingering at her hips. She was so beautiful…

He was surprised that T’Pol was content to let him take the lead. It was so different from their last encounter, but he liked it. He settled himself between her thighs, slipping his fingers between them to touch T’Pol in her most intimate place. He very nearly lost control then. He’d forgotten how warm she was. Trip kissed her slowly and sensuously again and urged her to open her eyes.

“I do love you, T’Pol.” He whispered urgently.

“I know, Trip.”

With that he shut his eyes and entered her swiftly, no longer able to prolong the pleasure. Breathing hard, he paused, letting them both grow accustomed to the joining. Trip had never felt this connected to a woman before during sex. It was a little frightening, but he wouldn’t give it up for the world. T’Pol placed her arms around his neck and shifted her hips up against him, causing a delicious friction to form. Trip matched her rhythm, trying to make this last forever. He kissed her again and again, moving within in her deeper. T’Pol made a small sound of pleasure that tugged at something primal inside of Trip. He sucked at her neck, leaving a mark.

In a sudden smooth movement initiated by both of them, they flipped over so that T’Pol was now astride Trip. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her gently, biting his lip hard to keep from shouting. T’Pol was relentless, her hips rotating over him, her strong muscles squeezing him tightly. He strained upwards as he felt his release building. T’Pol’s muscles clenched him harder, and Trip jerked into her with a low groan and a shiver, T’Pol’s climax matching his perfectly.

T’Pol leaned down on top of him and rested, their bodies still linked. Trip snuggled her closely, reveling in a moment of bliss unlike any he’d ever felt.

T’Pol felt a sense of profound peace steal over her as she lay cradled in Trip’s arms. Unlike the first time they had engaged in “sexual relations” she was not frightened or confused by the feelings rolling inside her. She knew Trip would be here for her, and she had nothing to run from anymore.

She gently disengaged herself from Trip and pulled the second sleeping bag over them. He smiled at her sleepily and welcomed her back into his arms. They would worry about everything tomorrow.

end

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That was *hot*. I loved it, Jenna. My only complaint is that the story was far too short! :-)

Long overdue! Good story!

Very good Jenna, where is the next chapter, i'm looking forward to it, so get started.!!

Very good Jenna, where is the next chapter, i'm looking forward to it, so get started.!!

Nicely done piece, Jenna! Great job! Let's only hope we get a scene like this - well, some of this will have to be implied, of course ;-) - on the show. Thank you!

Okay, why the hell did I have to read this while my husband is at work? That was simply *hot*! Great job, enough description to be very erotic, but not enough to be icky. Well done!

BTW, I'm looking forward to the next chapter, you know, tomorrow!

GREAT STORY! LOVE IT KOSS IS DEAD ALL RIGHT!
WOULD LOVE TO READ A SECOUND PART!

About time someone wrote something like this!

I second what Angel said: my husband just left for work half an hour ago, dammit.

Ahh the wonders of late night sleep deprived brainstorming lol..You rock Jenna!

Good one Jenna!!! Nicely writen :-)

Ah Jenna, what would we do without you! LOL Cause everyone knows your stories rock! ;)

I'm thinking this one deserves a sequel! Come on! Ya know ya wanna! :D

Nice job, Jenna. :) I'd take a sequel to this or the next chapter of Shore Leave! Either way, keep writing. :)

I loved this to bits, it felt right, not rushed and with a nice gentle build up so that it flowed quite naturally. I sighed with heartfelt content to see Trip and T'Pol happy and *together* at last. Thank you, Ali D :~)

Love this story. Sequel?
Notice how when Koss dies everything else just falls into place.

So is this the HBO Ent you've been teasing us about? Rowrrr! And T'Bastard is history, natch. Sweet and shippy. ;)

That was HOT where's the next Chapter

The perfect thing to push my worries and anxiety aside! I hope there will be a second, third, and many more chapters. maybe a "trip meets the 'rents' " type jobbie? Lol, I know it's not nice to ask for specifics, but what the heck. This made me smile.

Definitely needs a sequel! Excellent work. I like my NC-17 stuff to be sweet and romantic and not too explicit -- not to mention true to the characters and having an actual plot. This was just right!

That was soooo good. Loved it!

Outstanding Jenna, you're an excellent writer. :) I definately liked this story and your writing style made my imagination go wild without; you kinda had a way of describing just enough to fire my imagination. I'm glad that you posted this even though you were a bit nervous about it. It's nice that TnT are finally together in this one and how you brought in what happened in Harbinger. ;)

Heh, nice touch with Koss being dead. lol

That was very, very hot!! I'm off to take a cold shower now. :-)

Great job Jenna!!

Loved this one!! I like your writing style and.....of cours..everything you wrote is
really really hot. I definitely need a cigarette.......and I insist on a sequel!!
You write NC-17 very very well. Kudos. ;-)