Tandem-text

Tandem

By Stub, with sounding board nikitee
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Introduction to a more advanced posture.
Disclaimer: Trip & T’Pol are owned by Paramount. We play with them for our own amusement, not $$$$ or power!
Date: 31 January 2004
Spoilers: “Harbinger” speculation

“Close your eyes,” she instructed softly. T’Pol placed her fingertips behind his jaw.

Trip did as he was told. He began his breathing exercises without her needing to remind him. She grew more and more impressed with each session. As he breathed in deeply, she worked the pressure points of his mandible. T’Pol took advantage of his silence. She shamelessly studied his face while his eyes were closed. The soft light of the candle flames made his features smooth, flickering shadows highlighting the cut of his jaw, the column of his neck as it disappeared into the chiseled muscles of his shoulders and chest.

Inhaling silently through her nose, T’Pol took a deep breath to calm her flustered nerves. She sensed now was an appropriate time to broach the subject that had been plaguing her for days. She moved her fingers a fraction to another pressure point and focused on the commander’s closed eyes. Such beautiful lashes...

“I saw you with Corporal Cole at the training exercises,” she said suddenly. T’Pol felt Trip jump at her voice. “I apologize...I did not mean to startle you.”

Trip opened his eyes. “S’ok,” he mumbled. He looked at her curiously. “Hayes made me partner up with her.”

“You seemed to...get along well,” T’Pol struggled with how to be tactful.

He merely nodded, still studying her.

“Do you wish to spend more time with her?” the Vulcan forged on.

This time Trip cocked his head to the side, as much as her hands would allow. “What?”

“It’s a simple question.”

His mouth opened and closed without making a sound. Finally words found their way out. “T’Pol, where is this comin’ from?”

She looked him in the eye and replied, “If you wish to spend more time with Amanda Cole, we can reschedule your neuropressure sessions.” T’Pol paused. “Unless you are satisfied and don’t require them any longer. I imagine Ms. Cole would keep you quite occupied.”

This time Trip’s mouth hung open and he did nothing to correct it. Her hands fell from his face. They remained knee to knee, staring at each other. She was waiting for him to say something, anything. He looked confused. A flicker of doubt floated through her mind. Perhaps she had misjudged the situation.

“I...I don’t know what to say, T’Pol,” the engineer finally managed. “If I had the choice of spendin’ my evenings with you and guaranteein’ a decent night’s sleep or spendin’ it with an over-aggressive MACO who thinks of me as her next male conquest...well, I’d rather stick to what we’ve already got. At least I know you’ll still respect me in the mornin’.” Trip flashed her a smile and dipped his head shyly.

“You want to continue the sessions?” T’Pol was somewhat taken aback. Indeed she had been wrong.

“I thought I was makin’ it clear that I liked comin’ here at night,” he said softly. “The neuropressure is definitely helpin’, but I think I prefer the company more.” Trip’s eyes finally met her own gaze. Again they sat just looking at one another. His brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

T’Pol realized she needed to give this human some indication that she’d accepted what he said. She simply nodded. Looking down for a moment to compose herself, she was secretly pleased with his answer. If she were to look closer into herself, ‘pleased’ was quite an understatement. But she was a Vulcan...Vulcans did not get overjoyed or happy or excited.

Did they?

Deciding to put off that thought for further meditation, T’Pol looked back up at Trip. “Close your eyes,” she whispered.

The smile that flickered to his lips and disappeared did not go unnoticed by T’Pol. She placed her fingers at the pressure points of his mandibles as his eyes closed once again. His breathing deepened as he’d been taught and T’Pol soon found herself lulled by its rhythm. The warm glow of the candle flames bathed him in a soft light. Her nostrils were filled with his scent, masculine and somewhat musky from a long day in his beloved Engineering. T’Pol’s fingers moved themselves along the line of his jaw, caressing ever so lightly. They gently brushed up his cheeks and over his temples. She studied his features carefully, slowly, not wanting to miss anything.

Four of her five senses were filled with him and something deep within her wanted very much to fulfill that fifth and final sense. Her fingers had found their way over his eyebrow ridge, down his nose and to his mouth. One hand was poised millimeters over his bottom lip, the other gently cupping the side of his face. She wondered how those lips would taste against hers.

“Is this another posture I haven’t learned yet?” he whispered.

The sound of Trip’s voice startled T’Pol out of her trance. She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes, now open. He was watching her patiently, letting her touch him.

“A variation of one of the more intimate ones,” she replied softly.

His eyebrows rose. “What kind of variation?”

T’Pol cocked her head slightly and studied him for a moment. “Would you like me to show you?”

Trip sucked in a breath and nodded.

“Are you certain you’re ready?” T’Pol asked. “I do not want to place you in an uncomfortable position.”

“I’m ready, T’Pol,” he replied. “I trust you.”

T’Pol eyed her companion for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction to her next words. “Very well,” she finally said. She paused. “You will need to remove the remainder of your clothing.”

Trip blinked and then nodded slowly. “And then what?”

“Then you lay on your back and I’ll introduce you to a new posture.”

He regarded the Vulcan for a moment longer then he stood. T’Pol stood with him, keeping her eyes on his. With one fluid movement, Trip had his pants and blues around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them gently away. He flipped her a casual smile and laid down on his back, his arms behind his head.

T’Pol stepped over him, one foot on either side of his stomach. “I’ll need your arms to be at your side, please.” She noted his somewhat smug expression as he placed his arms at his sides. His fingers brushed against her bare feet. T’Pol clenched her jaw to tamp down her own response. Dropping smoothly to her knees, she straddled his torso. Her hands hovered above his face. Trip closed his eyes and began his breathing exercises.

“For this one, you may keep your eyes open…if you wish,” said T’Pol softly. Her fingertips gently touched his nose, working her way up to his brow. Her thumbs stretched along his eyebrows as her fingers danced down his temples. Trip’s eyes fluttered open.

As T’Pol’s hands trailed down his jaw to his chin, their eyes remained locked. Her hands continued down his neck to his shoulders. She kneaded the muscles there for a moment. She ran her hands over his right shoulder, down his arm, squeezing and working the muscles along the way. When she reached his wrist, she her fingertips pushed in small circles. T’Pol marveled at his musculature. His hand was completely limp and pliable. She rubbed his palm, working each finger. She drew his hand close to her chest. She carefully squeezed, rubbed and kneaded each finger, inspecting each as she went. Her gaze drifted back to Trip’s eyes. He was watching her closely, his gaze intense.

Continuing her ministrations, T’Pol felt a finger slip through one of the gaps between the buttons on her pajama top. She didn’t bother to look down. His eyes were dark with intent. He tugged. She resisted. Trip scowled briefly and shifted his hips beneath her. It was then T’Pol’s keen Vulcan nose detected a different scent.

Arousal… though whether it was his or hers, T’Pol could not distinguish. It had not been her intention to seduce Commander Tucker this evening, however now she found herself on that path. She wanted to continue to the end, whatever it may be.

T’Pol repeated the process in reverse on his left side, starting with his hand and working her way up to his shoulder and down his chest. Her fingertips gently massaged his pectoral muscles. T’Pol felt his hands rest on her thighs. She cocked her head at him, invoking a small smile to his lips. In response, she flicked her thumbs quickly over his nipples.

Trip’s eyes went wide and his mouth hung open in undisguised shock. T’Pol returned her attention to her massage. She allowed her fingertips to swirl momentarily in the hair on his chest, moving slowly down his sternum. Her palms flattened out once again, running across his ribcage. Her gaze drifted from his as she mentally counted each rib, her fingers caressing each one. T’Pol’s hands moved down his sides, sweeping around to his abdomen. She felt his muscles clench at her touch. Temptation ruled and she softly traced the contours of his solar plexus, his six-pack as she’d heard others refer to it. However, T’Pol gathered that Trip wasn’t flexing intentionally for her benefit.

“You must relax,” she whispered, gently patting his stomach.

The engineer took a deep breath and relaxed. Satisfied, T’Pol scooted herself down his torso. She caught her breath at the same time Trip inhaled sharply, her buttocks grazing his crotch. Their eyes locked once again. Swallowing, T’Pol moved back farther so she was back on the floor, kneeling between the commander’s legs. She leaned over him, inhaling his scent, her hands roaming once again over his stomach and down to his waist.

As she had done with his Trip’s arms, T’Pol rubbed his legs and feet in a similar fashion. She wanted no centimeter of him untouched. It stimulated blood flow, relaxed muscles, and eased tension from the body. She cast a glance at him. His eyes were closed. She briefly wondered if he’d fallen asleep. T’Pol allowed her gaze to wander over his naked form once again. This time, however, her eyes settled on his penis. It was partially erect and lying unassumingly to the side. She felt excitement spinning in the pit of her stomach.

T’Pol inched her way back up his waist to his stomach. The proper way to end this posture was to finish at the point of origin. However, T’Pol decided to amend this position. There was a pressure just below and to the right of the navel. While Commander Tucker didn’t technically suffer from insomnia, her logical Vulcan mind justified this point by broadly sweeping his ailment under the category of Sleeplessness.

Noticing her lack of activity, Trip opened his eyes. “Are we done already?” he asked softly.

T’Pol looked up at him from her place at his abdomen. “I’ve got one more task to perform.”

Trip raised both eyebrows and nodded weakly. His apprehension was apparent, as was his growing arousal. T’Pol felt his penis stir to life. Dropping her eyes from his, she estimated the point of pressure. Instead of using her fingers, T’Pol leaned forward and gently placed her lips there instead.

Commander Tucker sucked in another breath as gooseflesh spread across his skin. His head snapped up. T’Pol looked up briefly, catching his eye. This time without dropping her gaze, she returned to the pressure point. Her tongue snaked out, pressing firmly on the spot. Trip’s head dropped back to the pillows. Thought left her as T’Pol’s mouth and tongue worked. Her hands roamed over his waist, down his thighs and back up the insides. Trip’s hips lifted off the floor as she felt a growl roll deep within him. His penis strained against her neck. Her fingertips brushed against his scrotum, inching their way upward. She kissed and licked his lower abdomen, her tongue swirling in and around his navel.

Fingers found their way to a pointed ear. T’Pol gently batted his hand away. She next felt Trip’s hand at her neck, though she realized he had wrapped it around the shaft of his penis. She licked her way south, heading for the place where his leg met his hip. Her hands roamed his inner thighs. T’Pol turned her head in and watched Trip stroke himself once, twice and then his hand fell to his side again. She felt the telltale dampness of her own arousal. She was careful to avoid touching his genitals directly. She worked her way back to his navel and focused her attention there.

Another growl rumbled through Trip as his erection played against her neck once more. T’Pol nipped, licked, and sucked at his taut belly. He kept trying to move his hips, but she held him down. A frustrated groan escaped his lips. She looked up. Their eyes locked. T’Pol’s hand crept up his waist to the thicket of pubic hair at the base of his penis. She finally allowed her palm to run gently up his shaft, keeping it pressed to her neck. His back arched as her fingers reached the tip. Her index finger slid softly over the slit.

Closing his eyes, Trip let out a long, low moan. T’Pol felt a warm jet of fluid on her jaw and ear. She did not move, letting him ride out his orgasm. His hips stopped moving and she could feel his penis lose its blood supply and soften against her. When he finally opened his eyes, Trip gave her a sheepish smile. She crawled up his body so she was nose to nose with him.

“Sorry,” he whispered. His eyes roamed her face and noticed his own ejaculate on her neck. His eyes widened. “Oh god, T’Pol. I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize,” she said. She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze from his.

“But I just came all over you!” Trip wiped at the mess he’d made.

“It is unnecessary,” T’Pol replied. She leaned in closer.

Trip cocked his head to the side. “You’re one forgivin’ woman.”

“On the contrary,” she said coyly. “I hope you were paying attention.” She brushed her lips against his and pulled back. At his arched brows, she continued. “I expect you to practice this posture on me.”

A slow grin spread across his lips. With a sudden movement, he had her flipped and laying on her back. “Fortunately for you, Sub-Commander, I’m a quick study.”

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*giggle*
Oh, smutty goodness on a Thursday morning! :))

Is it just me... or is it getting kind of hot in here. Yeah... I'm a little hot... someone turn down the heat... I'm sweating here!

wow, nice. Nice job. It is hot in here.

been awhile...nice job. ;)
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Wow. I need a cold cold shower.

Oh wow, this was beautifully erotic and so nicely done. Kudos. I have a feeling it will be quite some time before our favourite couple get back to simple neuro pressure - thank goodness! Many thanks for a terrific story, Ali D :~)

Tsk. Shame on her.

Love your writing style...the imagery is so intense that it is like seeing a great romantic sex screen moment played out one frame at a time.
(Imagine sitting alone in a dark theater, one can hear the film rolling throught the projector, your eyes and senses reeling in the moment of passion taking place between two of your favorites stars in a blockbuster movie...suddenly you realize that you are holding your breath...you will yourself to start breathing again.....your heart beating eratically, you break out in a sweat, your eyes glance around to make sure you are truly alone). Sorry if this sounds weird...this is how I feel when I read your fiction...you capture the essence of Trip and T'Pol so well! Very smooth. I find that I purposely read your stories very slowly so I can savor each paragraph, each sentence, each word, each syllable. If I may be so bold to say...someone who writes like this must be as exotic as their stories! Keep up the great writing! I will definetly tell my boyfriend to check out this story...maybe I'll get lucky this weekend! LOL!

*snort*

Exotic is not a term I'd ever been described as. But thanks!! Sadly, it's all from my head since I remain painfully single at the moment.

If someone gets lucky off this fic, my job is done. ;)

Pfffffffffffff logical....

Oh dear... oh wow... oh my... oh...

*30 minute pause*

*silly grin*

OH YEAH!!!

Advanced posture my donkey's ass!

lol. T'Pol's hilarious. I loved this one.

Just another WOOHOOW!!!

Man, that was gooooooood!!!!

Yet again, another great story!!

Woah! that was gooooooood! Smutty goodness like that is always a great thing. Woah i think i have to rethink my fav Trip n T'pol fic now lol. This is definatly one of my fav's on this site and yes i so do hope you intend to write more on them because oh...my...god!

There's nothing like great smut. Beautifully written and very erotic. Great job Stub.

ow! He'll fell that tomorow!

The only thing better then good smut is great smut and this i think beats the cake lol. Love it.

The only thing better then good smut is great smut and this i think beats the cake lol. Love it.

HOLU $%^%$$ Batman! Love this.....a fabulous smutty little epic that I can really visualize!!
Very erotic, happy to see it here cuz you'd never see that on the show. :-)