Wedlock- Pt. 3

PART THREE

DAY ELEVEN

T’Pol’s eyes snapped open sharply when the memory of the previous day suddenly struck her. She looked down to see that she was draped around Commander Tucker’s sleeping form.

She just disgraced her family, her species, and herself.

She had sex with a human.

Her skin suddenly seemed to crawl off her body, shivers ran up and down her spine,

How could she? How could she have lowered herself to the level of some common human primate? It was disgusting!

T’Pol kicked away the covers and leapt from the bed, hoping desperately to get away before her ‘lover’ awoke and tried to stop her. Despite all her efforts, a small look of fear crossed her face as she gathered her clothes and ran from the room.

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Trip had slept until noon.

In his defense, he had spent the entire DAY having sex with a beautiful woman. So he had a legitimate reason to be so tired.

When he finally did get up, he moaned and stretched lazily before lifting himself off the bed. Everything seemed a lot brighter today. A lot shinier. Of course that was because he just had sex.

Twelve times.

He smiled a little at the sharp, excruciating pain in his torso. Somewhere between the ninth and tenth time he had broken or seriously bruised a rib.

Not that he cared.

Trip was no greenhorn when it came to sex, he had experienced his share of wild nights before. Even participated in a threesome in college. But what he just did with T’Pol was unbelievable. It was having sex on a roller coaster. First he had been up, then he had been down, and at some point he had been upside down for a few minutes.

And then there was her face. Every time he closed his eyes now he saw her cute little Vulcan visage scrunched up in pleasure and joy. It was like she was in his head and he couldn’t get rid of her.

It was wonderful.

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Trip finally found T’Pol sitting at the kitchen table, fully dressed and reading one of those Vulcan textbooks she had brought with her.

"Mornin’ Baby," He said, letting his voice drop into a husky tone, "Have a good...sleep?"

T’Pol felt the muscles in her back stiffen unconsciously. That...thing was finally awake.

"Good Morning Commander, I trust you slept well?" She didn’t even look at him.

Trip suddenly felt very ill. She just called him ‘Commander’. "What’s wrong, sweetie?"

"Nothing is wrong." She paused before continuing, "I must also ask that you please refrain from calling me any name except my own."

"But I thought..."

"If you are about to refer to yesterday’s events then I must ask that you please not mention them."

"But I thought..."

"Commander, having sexual intercourse with you did not affect my emotional state in any way." She finally turned her head to look at him, "It was merely sex, that is all."

Tucker felt crushed. Like someone had torn his heart out and wiped their feet on it.

But pain quickly gave way to rage and Tucker began to see red.

"Fine." He muttered with as much venom as he could muster, "I’ll go cook us something to eat."

Then he stormed out, entertaining thoughts about poisoning her food.

T’Pol tilted her head when she heard a final word slip from his lips as he left.

"Bitch."
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DAY TWELVE

T’Pol had spent the better part of the last few hours mentally preparing for the Final Ritual required by local law. The test was not inherently difficult. Actually, it was incredible simple.

She and Commander Tucker would only have to stand in front of the Eltakin Council and perform the same rituals they had performed everyday during their isolation.

Well, almost everyday.

But this was different. They would have an audience. An entire room of people was going to hear her confess her ‘love’ to Trip.

She tried to sigh but caught herself. She was referring to him as Trip. This was most disturbing.

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The Ritual of Sharing

"Let the betrothed step forward."

T’Pol suddenly felt a very sour taste in the back of her throat. She fought to maintain control of herself. Her impending marriage to Commander Tucker suddenly became far more real.

The voice coming from the head of council table spoke again, "You may begin the first Ritual, Commander."

Trip took a deep breath, "OOO-Kay." He smiled nervously and looked deeply into T’Pol’s eyes. "T’Pol? I’m scared shitless."

For a moment, T’Pol entertained the thought of just running out. The idea of confessing her feelings to Tucker alone was enough to paralyze her with fear, but the fact that she now had an audience. This was a massive violation of Vulcan tradition.

Then she remembered why she had undertaken this mission in the first place.

Orders.

She was under strict orders.

Any admission she made to the Commander would only be for the good of the ship. Right?

"Commander." She took a deep breath. " I am also afraid."

She took his hand in her own and continued talking.

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The Ritual of Touch

"But I have learned to temper that fear with resolve." The barest hint of a smile played across her lips. "Just like you. I have always admired that."

Trip smiled back. "Well, I have to say I always admired YOUR resolve. But..."

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The Ritual of Honesty

"...Sometimes that resolve can cloud your judgement." He squeezed her hand. "You just need to loosen up."

Anger flashed inside of T’Pol, why didn’t he understand?

"Commander, Your largest flaw is that you can not accept what you cannot control." She took a deep breath, "Certain things will never happen."

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The Ritual of the Kiss

Tucker grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pulled her closer. "Forget control." He said, gripping her tightly.

And then they kissed.

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The Ritual of Expression

When they broke apart the entire world fell away.

Trip looked deeply her eyes before he uttered three very important words. "I love you."

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T’Pol neatly folded the last of her belongings and laid them inside of her suitcase. After their display in front of the council they were free to leave, But for some reason she wanted to stay.

It was unusual how in the past twelve days, she had become comfortable in this place. It had begun to almost feel like a home. She had actually enjoyed her stay here. She had enjoyed the company.

"That was a pretty good performance."

She was somewhat surprised to see Commander Tucker standing in the doorway of her room, his knapsack was slung over his shoulder. "I just thought I’d say good-bye before we went back to the ship."

T’Pol felt the desire to say something important but suddenly changed her mind.

"So I guess..." Tucker flashed her a faint smile before turning to leave, "...I’ll see you round."

And with that he was gone.

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Malcolm Reed wandered grumpily to door to his quarters. It was well past midnight and he was more then a little pissed off for being woken up.

But then he saw who had pushed the chime button and all anger left him.

"T’Pol?" he stuttered, suddenly aware that he was dressed only in his boxers, "What is it?"
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"May I enter?" T’Pol waited patiently for him to step aside and let her enter. She ignored is state of undress and walked past him when he finally let her through. His half nudity was hardly her concern. "Mr. Reed I require your advice."

Reed was mortified. Oh sure, he fanaticized this sort of thing but in his dreams she was wearing a pair of silk panties and fishnet stockings.

And of course, in his dreams she wanted a lot more then his advice.

"Mr. Reed? Are you listening?"

He shook himself out of his thoughts, kicking himself for thinking about sex in her presence. "Umm yeah, yes, go ahead."

T’Pol suddenly seemed to lose her nerve but some how she pushed on, desperate to talk to someone about her problem. She took a deep breath, "I am having doubts about my annulment."

Reed just blinked. "But why?" He whispered

T’Pol took another breath and told him the entire story.

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Reed was stunned when T‘Pol finished.

She loved Tucker.

She didn’t know it yet. But he could tell.

She kept talking the time she and Tucker had sex and about the tingle in her stomach when she was around him.

Dear god, she had it bad.

"What do you think Mr. Reed?" T’Pol looked up at him with pleading eyes begging for his guidance, "Should I get the annulment and forget about the Commander?"

Reed suddenly felt very torn. Could he make this decision? On the first hand, Reed wanted T’Pol to be happy. He wanted nothing more then for the woman he loved to live a comfortable life with someone she cared about. T’Pol deserved that and Tucker probably did too.

But on the other hand, could he really let her go?

The violent battle raged inside of him until he came to the only decision inside of his heart.

"T’Pol," He smiled at her with a big sly grin, "Get the annulment."
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"I now pronounce you man and wife." Archer gave the happy couple a smile and said, "You may now kiss the Vulcan!"

A cheer rose up from the wedding party and the entire mess hall erupted into cries of "Hooray" and "Took em long enough!" everybody was in a wonderful mood. Everyone except for Malcolm Reed who just sat drinking whiskey in the corner.

He still couldn’t tell what T’Pol saw in him.

Malcolm just sighed when he thought about HIS girl getting married to Trip. He sighed again when he remembered why she married him.

His advice.

One night she came to him and he told her to annul her first marriage to Commander Tucker.

But then he told her to go out with Trip for awhile, to get to know him better as a person before getting involved romantically. He told her that all great relationships were based on love AND friendship. That she would never be happy in her marriage with Trip until she was sure she could get both.

Now one year and a secret relationship later, the galaxies’ first Human- Vulcan couple had finally tied the knot...again.

And Reed couldn’t be more miserable.

But as Malcolm watched Commander Tucker stick his tongue down the woman who Reed loved more then anything else in the universe, he felt a little tinge of contentment. T’Pol was going to have a long and happy life with a man who truly cared about her.

And he was the person she could thank for that.

He took another drink as he watched the crew throw rice as Trip and T’Pol ran from the mess hall and towards their quarters to start their five-day honeymoon.

Sure he was alone but at least she was happy and wasn’t that what love was supposed to be about?

The old adage was true, Nice guys did finish last,

But they felt better about themselves.

The End

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Very cute and funny!

Keep writing. I enjoy your style!

Wow! I really enjoyed the story. It was very well written. I loved how you portrayed Reeds feeling about Trip and T'pol. I love the way to write. Keep it up!

I love your writing style...keep up the good work!

TC my friend, I've said it before & I'll say it again; Your writing, especially in this story, is the perfect blend of humour, erotica and antagonism I every read between Trip & T'pol. Please keep up the good work, we need more stories like this. At times, I was chuckling and cringing from the direct hits they made against each other all in the same paragraph. Well done.

Dooooooooood! This was perfect!

Yeeeheeee, ha, ha, ha, I love it. I love that a forced marriage was wrong for them, but when left to do it on the own, it all works out. Wonderfully written, I especially liked the way you wrote the tasks; you caught their essence without over complicating things. Poor Malcolm!!!

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Damn, I wanted to kill T'Pol with my bare hands. How could she treat him like... well, like a thing. I don't care how much scared or disgusted she was of what she did.
On the other hand, Trip didn't show an ounce of understanding, too. Why couldn't he just tell her something like: "I'm sorry for you T'Pol. I'm sorry that you're too scared to make your life worth a better word than... merely."

I have read all the NC-17 Stories( and most of the R and PG 13 rated ones too!)but I have never felt more IMPRESSED to make a comment than when reading Wedlock. You have a truly original style of writing and unlike most of the other NC-17 stories you have integrated and expanded on both the character of T'Pol and Trip to great effect.
The one critisism I had in your story was some of the lingo that the alien ambassador used... too Earth USA and colloquial southern(I think you were concentrating a lot on Trip when you wrote it). Other than that small grip, I look forward to seeing your name on the front of a paperback soon as you are the most talented(and that is saying a lot because they all are)and have the most original and treklike style of all who have posted their stories here.

ps. Expect a hail! :)

love the dialogue......."naw, it's for the lawyers" had me ROTFLMAO.........

I recently stumbled upon this fic in my browsing of the site, and OH MY WORD. I swear, it's the funniest ENT fanfic I've ever read.

You have an excellent writing style, and such a wonderful grasp of the characters' personalities. I was laughing out loud on more than one occasion.

It was also very interesting to read now, what with ENT having ended and all.

Once again, very very well done. :D

Wow very nice. A very good solution to a complicarted issue.

luved it man

amazing story! I really love your work. I just wish they would have kept the show on longer!