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C'est pour nous deux, Pt 8C’est pour nous deux, la lune qui danse By Aquila Part Eight Loose translation of the title: It is for we two, the moon dances. She stretched sensuously, reveling in the touch of expensive linen on her skin. Her arms snaked out above her head. She arched her back and stretched, causing the coverlet to undulate. In the moment, aware of neither the past nor the future, she drifted on a dreamtime haze. The dull ache of desire that had been her constant companion for weeks had abated. She was sated, beyond her most improbable imaginings. She pushed the sheets down her body, relishing the sensation as they tickled her skin. The morning breeze that lifted the curtains puckered exposed skin. She sat, naked from the waist up. She shook her head, then ran her fingers through her hair, twisting from her waist to loosen the knots that a night of passion… Her eyes widen in fright as the memories overwhelmed her. She turned to find the other side of the bed untouched. Panicked, she twisted looking here, then there, up and down. She stilled when she found him, crumpled in a big easy chair. He had one leg hooked over an arm, the other stretched out before him. His head was tilted forward so that his chin rested on his chest. He was fast asleep. A ray of sunshine washed him in gold, making his skin glow. The blonde highlights in his hair sparkled. She recalled the taste of him and her body began to hum. He was a fragile and courageous creature that she would fight to the death to protect. Yet she had failed him. She would continue to fail him if not now, later, when they had vanquished his enemy and set the universe right again. He needed far more than she was capable of giving. The sound of scrunching linen had brought him out of his light sleep. Wary of the feelings for her that their passion had unleashed, he hid behind his eyelashes, hoping to catch some truth that she might unwittingly reveal. She threw back the covers and slid off the mattress, landing lightly on her feet. She began to move with purpose toward him. She stopped, sucking in her breath at the momentary pain that reminded her of his stamina and prowess. She began again, her breasts swaying gently. The one with a mind of his own twitched in response, giving him away. She straddled his lap, a knee on either side, resting on the seat cushion. She lifted his chin and brushed back the hair from his forehead. He turned her body so that he could see the tattoo in the light of day. She waited patiently as he traced it with his index finger. When he finished she slid off his lap, tugging at his hand. He rose reluctantly, dragging slowly behind her. They crossed the public area, she leading, he following. “Where are we going, T’Pol?” he whined and hated himself for it. “To bathe,” she said stepping down into the hot tub that was bubbling quietly. Steam rose from the surface as the warm water came in contact with the cool morning air. == He sat in petulant silence, the water swirling about him. He had chosen a seat across the tub from where she sat. The distance between them was his silent protest. He turned on her the weapon she wielded so well, an attempt on his part to restore some control in their relationship. The insistent sound of a communicator alert sounded within the suite. Water sheeted off his body, when he responded to its call. Uncaring he dripped across the broadloom. “Tucker here.” “Good morning, Trip.” The Captain sounded pleased with himself. “I hope you and T’Pol are enjoying your all-expense paid vacation.” “The MACO were successful then?” “Yes, the team hijacked the map selling weasel as he made his way to your meeting place. Tell T’Pol that Phlox has found the right combination of potions for Vulcan physiology. He’ll administer the serum when you return tomorrow. Archer out.” “I heard.” Trip swiveled around to find T’Pol leaving her own water stain on the carpet. “What will happen to us if Phlox administers that serum?” Trip opened Pandora’s box. “You are afraid that what we have shared will disappear when I regain control of my inhibitions.” “You are too.” The revelation shook him. “You think that if you say nothing, only act, then I won’t be hurt when you disappear inside that Vulcan shell of yours. We’ve been torturing each other, because we’ve been afraid to voice our fears. That’s no way to live, darlin’.” “We could return to the ship and let Dr. Phlox administer the serum. We would be certain of the consequences and proceed from there,” she suggested logically. “Or we could spend the rest of our leave in bed making memories to last a lifetime, just in case the worst happens,” he countered. “Which will it be, T’Pol? Door Number One or Door Number Two?” == The next day, Trip was by her side as Phlox administered the serum. They had gone directly to sick bay on their return. That night, Trip slept alone in the bed that T’Pol had fashioned for them. T’Pol spent the night in her quarters reliving memories. The End
Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsOh, how I love this ending. Not for the way it turned out, but for the honesty of it all. A part of me wants to see a sequel, wants to see Trip wiggle his way inside that Vulcan shell of T'Pol's. And another part of me thinks that this is such a wonderfully honest look at our two favorite characters. Afterall, perhaps some things were only meant to be fantasies? *sigh* Thank you-this will get me through the week till Enterprise premieres. Excellent! Brilliant and such fun too. You know my favourite bit funnily enough is Jon's reaction to how Trip and T'Pol behave when he gatecrashes their quarters without knocking. That was wonderful and I could just imagine the smorgasbord of emotions flickering across his face as he fought to control his jealousy and shock. Chuckle. Very well done and a thousand thanks! Ali D :~) Can Trip break T'Pol's Vulcan shell? I hope you tell us soon. Great story, I know all good things has to come to end but maybe this isn't the end.... Oh, how I hate the ending, despite the honesty of it all. (sorry Lt Bragman) Wonderfully written but I'm sorry to see it end. I loved how you had Trip sleeping in the chair - again wonderfully honest. I'm not sure a sequel would do this story justice - sometimes it's just better left unsaid. I was simply commenting on Aquila's ability to write an ending that I can hate and appreciate all at once. Of course, I'd love to see Trip and T'pol get together in a sequel, but this ending is satisfying in it's own 'better-to-have-loved-and-lost' sort of way. Brugman & Classic, think of it this way... Trip's alone tonight, but she's still thinking about him. The realization that the feelings are STILL THERE after the serum must have been a huge shock for T'Pol -- she needs a bit of time alone to process. I loved this, Aquila! I love the idea of Hayes (or as I think of him, Special Agent Web) being a contender, because I so love the actor -- but Trip would still be both the most logical and most passionate choice. :) Great Job! More! More! (even if not a sequel) Oh dear, Nikitee... Aquila You write, we'll read! Promise! (And hope that your steaminess inspires stub -- hint! hint! -- and everyone else to write more TnT!) :-) I've been trying to get around to writing a story, but there's never enough time here on the base to proofread it. Oh well. I loved it. Every chapter. I agree, it was a very honest portrayal of the characters, of how they would act. The ending was very in character for them. But, I also agree with others who disliked the ending because Trip and T'Pol did not end up together. I always did like a happy ending. The story was great in part because you were so true to the characters. Thats always a positive thing. Thank you for sharing it. I'd LOVE to see a sequel, I will indeed read whatever you can write. -Phaser Lady Aquila - I didn't mean to hint that I wouldn't welcome another story; as nikitee said "you write, we'll read". I just felt that this one ended perfectly, although it made me sad. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a happy ending, but sometimes the best ones are not all happy and tied up in a neat little bow. My intention was not to write a sequel to this story - because as all of you have noted - it felt more honest NOT to write a happy ending. BUT - your collective comments did get me thinking about a sequel from a T'Pol perspective. As you can tell from my writing, I believe all the "BIG PICTURE" "PUBLICLY VISIBLE" control in such a relationship would be in T'Pol's hands. However, the invisible FOR THEIR EYES ONLY control would be in Trip's. Learning to live with that extreme situation would be very difficult for both of them, but might overcome the objection most viewers have to the lack of tension that supposedly occurs when two recurring characters finally connect. [Which is a topic for discussion about which I have very very strong feelings which are irrelevent here.] Aquila I'm not sure how I missed reading this for so long, but at least I got to read it all at once and I absolutely loved it. Everyone's right, the end is great as it stands because I don't think T/T are made for a lifetime together. But I'm mostly definitely looking forward to a sequal exploring the difficulty of a human/Vulcan pairing. |