Club Six-Oh-Two

Club Six-Oh-Two

By Aquila

Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Trek universe, but not my imagination.
Summary: Trip makes good on his promise to buy a round of drinks for engineering and T’Pol at Club 602.
Spoilers: slight for “Zero Hour"

A/N: As always this is an alternate universe that contains spoilers and complications. This could be considered a prequel to Blues Skins and Golden Opportunities.

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“Ouch!”

Trip looked at the total at the bottom of the bill then at the bartender.

“This doesn’t even include the tip, does it?”

The bartender swiped with a clean towel at an invisible water spot on the bar.

“They broke three chairs and the lamp over the pool table.” The bartender’s explanation did nothing to lessen the pain of paying the bill.

The negotiations were interrupted by the sound of a pool cue snapping and the dull thud of a stick making contact with a skull. The bartender whisked the bill out of Trip’s hands and manually calculated the additional damage plus the tip. He returned the bill with a flourish, “That should cover it.”

Trip grimaced. He was fishing his wallet out of his back pocket when Club 602 fell eerily quiet. He returned the bill to the bartender. “Judging by the silence, my date has arrived. Better add four of your fanciest mixed concoctions – something with four kinds of fruit juice, amber rum and an umbrella.”

Trip turned to find every face in the bar looking toward the door. Impulsively he shouted, “Another round on me, barkeep.” The crowd’s curiosity at the sight of T’Pol dressed to incite a riot evaporated and the Club returned to normal, 10 decibels lower than a jet engine.

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T’Pol shivered slightly. The night breeze that accompanied her into the club chilled her limbs which were exposed from mid-thigh to her toes, except for an infinitesimal amount of skin covered by the barely-there straps of her sandals. She pulled her shawl tightly around her shoulders to compensate.

Ignoring the silence and the startled faces, she scanned the bar for her host. In the captain’s mess on board Enterprise agreeing to join the engineering team for a celebratory drink at the 602 seemed appropriate, but not now. She was reassured by the broad grin on the Commander’s face when she spotted him at the bar.

Concentrating on manoeuvring through the crowd on 4 inch heels she failed to discern the cause of the cheering that erupted around her. She looked toward Tucker for support. He appeared to be making his way in her direction so she halted her attempt to reach him.

“Glad you could join us, Sub-commander.”

T’Pol looked down at a familiar face. The name eluded her for a moment. Ah!

“Crewman Saunders, I trust that you are enjoying the celebration.”

Saunders was momentarily stunned. T’Pol remembered her name. Saunders’ brain cycled through the possible infractions that might have caused the First Officer to recall her.

“Relax, Saunders,” Trip arrived just in time to gauge the situation and rescue the two women from social bumbling. “Subcommander T’Pol believes in remembering crewmates. She can recite the names of every crewmember she has ever served with.” Trip was aware of this talent, because in an inadvertent moment she admitted that she silently recited the names during formal ceremonies to occupy her mind and resist the urge to fidget.

Trip slipped his hand behind T’Pol’s elbow to steer her in the right direction. He lowered his voice so that only she could hear. “See that tray of umbrella’d drinks? They are ours. I have reserved a private booth in a dark corner just for us. If you will follow me, ma’am?”

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“Are we expecting guests, Mr. Tucker?” She directed her gaze toward the four mammoth cocktails adorned with umbrellas.

Was that a note of disappointment I detected in her voice, wondered the Commander?

“No, the Captain dropped by earlier. He was having dinner with Admiral Forrest.”

T’Pol was aware that Malcolm, Travis and Hoshi were present. She had stopped to greet each one on route to their booth. She was not aware that the Commander had threatened to scuttle their careers if they approached the booth once the initial greetings had been made.

“Four drinks should keep the waitress from bothering us for at least an hour.”

His Vulcan companion rested her back against the booth. The softening of her spine was unusual. Trip tilted his head questioningly.

“One hour will be satisfactory.” She took a sip of the drink with the fluorescent green umbrella. “This is surprisingly refreshing.”

Trip shielded her from the chaos of the bar by sitting on his left hip with his back turned from the crowd, one arm along the back of the booth. He resisted moving in closer.

“You look delicious tonight.” He had chosen his adjective carefully. The dress had a scooped neckline that exposed her neck in a way that just demanded a man nibble his way up it to her ear lobe. She had coloured her lips with a come-hither colour designed to inspire a man to remove every speck of it one kiss at a time. Trip took a sip of his drink to douse his appetite for all things T’Pol.

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With three quarters of an hour remaining on the clock and one fruity concoction drained dry, T’Pol’s body began to send signals to her brain that caused her to make a mental inventory of the charms of her companion.

“I promised you that when we were no longer threatened that I would listen to whatever you needed to say.” The Vulcan arched an eyebrow. “You can trust me, T’Pol. I won’t share your secrets with anyone.” He put one of the remaining drinks within easy reach.

She picked up the drink, pursing her lips to accommodate the straw. She was stalling for time. Over the rim of her glass as she sipped she considered his offer.

Emboldened by something in her eyes that he was afraid to name Trip slid closer and lowered the arm that ran behind her so that it rested lightly on her shoulders. With a finger of that free hand, he drew light circles on the exposed skin of her shoulder.

Her toes curled, her knees turned to water and her panties dampened. Trip noticed that her pupils were dilated turning her eyes to obsidian. Her thin silk bodice did not hide the puckered nipples.

T’Pol’s body temperature had risen. She held her cool glass against a pulse point on her neck. When she set the glass on the table, it left behind a patch of water beads on her skin. Impulsively Trip leaned in to lick them away. He tasted cool water and salty skin. Slowly he straightened anticipating anger in her face, but finding permission to proceed.

He slipped the hand that had been resting on the table top under the skirt of her dress to trail his index finger up and down her thigh. She slid closer to him so that his hand could easily explore her inner thigh.

With half an hour remaining before someone interrupted them, T’Pol had finished two drinks to Trip’s one. He pushed the fourth drink toward her. Tucker dipped his finger into the drink then ran the damp digit from her collarbone to her cleavage. She threw back her head, giving him permission to follow the cocktail trail with his lips. When he reached her bosom he nibbled drawing her blood to the surface.

He slid closer, drawing her to him with the arm that still rested on her shoulder. With his other hand he pulled her lower body tight against his thigh. She pushed the hand closest to his body but hidden by the table between his thighs, distracting the Commander from his assault on her chest. He straightened slightly bringing his face in close proximity to hers. Feeling his breath on her cheek with the index finger of her free hand she traced his lips slipping her finger inside his mouth after one slow, feather light circuit.

Sensuously he sucked, teasing the tip of her finger with his tongue. She moaned, resting her forehead against his. He moved his hand from her thigh to guide her finger out of his mouth, but he did not let go of her hand.

“I was expectin’ more of a conversation with words, woman.” His heart was pounding in his chest. “But this silent treatment works for me.” He kissed her tentatively, giving her an opportunity to back away. Instead she moved in, increasing the pressure, invading with her tongue.

They broke apart gasping for air, searching each other’s faces for confirmation that this was more than thwarted lust released at last. Unable to read her Trip risked all.

“I’m not asking for anything permanent, but if you want to see this through to the end.” He kissed her quickly. “You had better be prepared for more than another one night stand, ‘cause I got plenty more where this came from and its all for you and only you.”

“My options are all or nothing?”

Trip nodded solemnly.

“If I agree to all?”

He pulled her into his arms. “Then we get out of here right now and find the nearest bed, which we won’t get out of until our leave ends next week.”

She shivered in anticipation of the picture he had drawn. “If I choose the second option?”

“Then I leave ya here, right now. We’ll never speak of this again and I’ll take that assignment on Jupiter Station so that we don’t end up on the same ship.” Trip gallantly did not mention the stop for a cold shower he would make on the way to Jupiter Station.

Tucker held her and his breath as she weighed her options.

“I believe the nearest bed will be found .4 km from here.”

The End.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

I love it! Keep going.........

So hot, sweet and sexy - what a great beginning!

(That was just a SUBTLE hint to continue this, in case you didn't know)!! :)

Saucey T'Pol! I like. Ali D :~)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Don´t stop there! ;-)))

That was *breathtaking*!

Aw, come on Aquila! Why do you keep doing this to me? Are you trying to drive me insane here? Me thinks you are! Stop with the THE END's! LOL I want more!

Continue this before I find out where you live and force you to write more! It's too good to stop now.

Hot. Very hot. I loved it. If you don't have a sequel with lots of naughtiness out within a week I'm going to start harrassing you.

Oh dear...the sequel such as it is...is my Summer Hiatus entry: Blues Skins and Golden Opportunities. That incident in the lives of TnT could not have occurred with out this moment at the 602. Sorry folks, that's all she wrote. I thank you for your well meaning threats.

I think I have to call the fire department my computer is on fire!! I concur with Jenna. Hot Very hot

....WoW! That was hot...(sly smile)

That was a firework of funny ideas and cool lines, Aquila. I had laughed out loud a dozen times before Trip and T'Pol had even settled down in their booth. This was a lot of fun!

very hot!

::shiver of anticipation:: Ooooo, do continue!

whoa!!!! good interesting keep going!!!!