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Get Us Out of Here - Ch 9
Get Us Out of Here
Category: Don’t know until the story ends
Fiona presented the case for Malcolm to her cousins with the fervour of an evangelical preacher on the last night of the Chautauqua circuit. Fire, brimstone and hallelujahs underscored her pleas to compare the hazy memories that fear had silenced.
To encourage the sharing she told of a recurring dream of a garden party held on a warm summer afternoon. Liveried staff poured tea and passed finger sandwiches. A middle-aged couple, who appeared to be the hosts, strolled amongst the thousand guests that nodded their heads in deference. Fiona described the smiles on the faces of the crowd.
In her dream she said, “I search the faces of the guests for that cowed look of fear that we all share on formal occasions with authority present. Instead I see self-respect and pride that is the moment I awaken full of longing for something that I can’t quite identify.”
“There are five of them and two of us,” observed Hoshi. “There are two slightly hidden in the brush to the left.”
“Yes, I see them.” Travis admired the thoroughness of the deployment of the enemy with professional detachment as he considered the best method to counter the ambush.
“We could split up and take the snipers on the periphery down one at a time.” The venom in her suggestion focussed Travis’ attention on his companion.
“That’s a good plan,” Travis thought for a moment, “But for it to work we have to be calm and collected. You’re way too angry to pull it off. Talk to me, Hoshi.”
Unable to sleep, T’Pol had opened the window slightly, letting in a fresh pre-dawn breeze that pushed from the room fetid air that smelled of sweat and sex. She had washed her body searching for signs of their spent passion: swollen lips, abrasion on her inner thighs caused by the rubbing of his whiskers on tender flesh and teeth marks on the underside of a breast. She was amused by the light unintentional branding. His body was more heavily marked.
It was still too dark to confirm visually that his groin was purple with bruising and his back was scratched. She recalled the taste of his blood drawn after nipping her way up the tender inside of his arm. He had tried to squirm out of her grasp, but she had held him fast, soothing his apprehension with murmurings in her native tongue. The groans of pleasure that ensued were her reward and impetus to experiment further.
The breeze moved the blackout curtain erratically, casting a grey light on his dozing body. With each illumination she resisted the impulse to stroke the lean lines of his exposed body. The time of awakening rapidly approached. She would let him rest, because he had expended considerable energy to ensure her pleasure.
“When the dawn comes, will we be an ‘us’ forever?”
By letting him doze she put off the inevitable need to answer the question he had asked earlier. She had read long before she joined Enterprise that the possibility of death heightened the need for closure in Humans. He would want to know.
Travis wanted to know and he wanted to know right now. Rescuing the transponder was the same as rescuing the Captain in his mind. Accomplishing that required focus and a cool head. He knew his focus was off and according to the evidence Hoshi had turned into a hot head.
Hoshi slowly released the breath that she had been holding. She crooked her finger, asking Travis silently to draw nearer.
“I’m angry because we could be dead in the next 2 minutes. For what purpose? If we live, those men over there will die. For what purpose? Travis, they aren’t the enemy – not really – they are our own people, innocent people, manipulated by strangers from the future. Strangers that think of us as pawns on a chess board. They don’t know we want to live, to love, to exist in peace and harmony. They don’t care.”
“We care, Hoshi.” Travis ran a finger along her jaw line. “We care for the Captain. We care for our crew mates. We carry the memory of what is good and right about humanity. That is our purpose to restore the best so that a different future unfolds.”
Hoshi rubbed her cheek in the palm of his hand. “And if we fail?”
Travis kissed her other cheek, “We die knowing that we tried.”
The outpouring of faint memory and hazy recollections convinced the Clan to unite against the unseen enemy that had reshaped their world in its own image.
Noel spoke for them all. “What is your plan, Malcolm?”
Clan Reed was going into battle.
Trip awakened when she left the bed. The comforting heat she radiated had been blown away by the breeze from the window. Instinctively he feigned sleep. He listened for clues with which to piece together her actions: water running into the hand basin in the bathroom; the rustle of wool and tweed; a breath released in a long sigh. She was preparing for their mission, washing, dressing and thinking. Trip hoped that some of her thoughts were about him and them.
Eventually she had seated herself in the upholstered chair across from the bed. He had heard the slight whoosh of air expelled by her weight. Did she desire him, stretched on his back, naked and vulnerable?
Then he compared their second night together as lovers with their first, realizing there was no comparison. The first time was pure sex, resolved curiosity and fulfillment of fantasies long held. There had been no intimate conversation and reflection in the afterglow due to a tactical alert that sounded just as he climaxed. In hindsight, the timing was amusing, but not then.
This time it was different. Now he understood why his other relationships had failed. He had never given of himself as he had to T’Pol this night. With the realization came a twinge of guilt. He had short changed the others. Did they know that he had held back? Was that the real reason they had left him?
Would T’Pol leave – or at least take back – the intimacy they had shared? Would she deny her feelings for him as she had that first time?
He would not let her. He would remind her over and over again, until she admitted that what they shared was the most exquisite intimacy possible between male and female. Was it that elemental he asked himself? Were the differences between their species and cultures ultimately irrelevant?
One memory flashed to the surface. Had he been standing, his knees would have buckled with desire at the recollection. They were joined at the pelvis and the mouth, two creatures striving to be one. Her hands were in his hair. His hands clung to each of her shoulders, holding her in place as his body pumped frantically. Her legs were locked around his hips. Their tongues wrestled. Then of one accord they broke away to draw a breath.
She spoke first. The natural rhythm of her speech was broken by the rocking of their lower bodies. “Only you complete me.”
His frenzied pumping ceased. She moaned with disappointment. Realizing that she had misunderstood his reaction, he placed his lips close to an ear and whispered, punctuating each word with a long slow sensuous push of his pelvis.
“Remember this moment, T’Pol.” It took every ounce of control he had to coordinate the precise, measured movements with his words. “I will crave this slow, sweet, teasing dance with you for the rest of my days. I swear fidelity. Only you complete me.”
“It is time, Mr. Tucker.” A soft hand brushed the hair from his forehead. “If we are to have a life together, we must first save the world.”
End of Part 9
Part 10 CONCLUSION
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Excellent chapter! It was only a matter of time before the dawn arrived. What I enjoyed about this, and the previous chapters was how exposed and raw their emotions felt. I also love your version of "Hot Head Hoshi". Hope your next chapter in posted soon.
Oh Wow, loved the Trip and T'Pol part so much. Also nice to see Travis and Hoshi getting closer, I think they make a cute couple. Can't wait for more! Ali D :~)
Most excellent, loved the interaction between Trip/T'Pol, especially the ending, more please.....
This is great storytelling! Excellent chapter.
Great story! Loved the closing line -- you have a knack for memorable last lines. Can't wait for the next chapter!
I'm with Sash... that last line was glorious... very nice. Please give us more soon!
I know I say this each chapter (sorry!), but you ALWAYS leave me breathless, mouth to the ground with all these emotions and most perfect lines:
“Only you complete me.”
Oh, WOW! *deep breath* WOW!!! :)
Wow . . .