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Obedient Subversion- pt 2Obedient Subversion By Aquila == Part Two By four o’clock in the morning T’Pol concluded that sleep had eluded her. Since her rendezvous with Commander Tucker was merely two hours away, she decided to dress. Any time remaining would be spent reviewing Situation Room intelligence reports. However memories of Daniel kept intruding. Daniel had shown her how erotic a shower could be when shared. After the necessary shower vigorously rubbing her skin with a towel failed to wipe away the restlessness that accompanied the memories. Dressing reminded her of Daniel who begged to select her underclothes. He would watch her dress with a seductive gleam in his eye that she could not resist. T’Pol gazed into the mirror above the sink, not seeing her reflection, but recollections of cherished moments that had occurred before Commander Tucker was conceived. Daniel and she had kept their affair a secret. The deception had been surprisingly simple. Daniel had accepted a tenure track position at Berkley in the Social Science Department. To the hostile world around them, they were colleagues sharing research and seeking answers to interspecies behaviour. “Obedient subversives,” T’Pol whispered to the face in the mirror. “Dan prepared a logical explanation for every rendezvous with me. Just in case, he would say, we encounter people who would make life difficult for us.” She had not disagreed. Her own people chided her for the time she spent among humans. To have formed an emotional and physical attachment to one would have ended her career and assured her a berth on the next transport to Vulcan. Still standing before the mirror in her underclothes, T’Pol relived the end. Their responsibilities had kept them apart for nearly two weeks. Her body craved his attention. He had awakened a sensuous side of which she had been unaware. Impulsively, late one Friday afternoon, she took a shuttle to the campus to surprise him. The door to his office was closed when she arrived. The sound of laughter drifted through the door, confirming his presence. For a moment she vacillated between knocking and entering unannounced. She opted for the greatest surprise, silently turning the handle and pushing the door open. It swung inward to reveal Daniel on a couch with a naked co-ed under him. His back was to the door. The co-ed had her eyes closed and her mouth occupied by Daniel’s tongue. T’Pol, frozen with embarrassment, watched the pumping of his hips. He was approaching climax. She recognized the rhythm. Her body familiar with the power and the pleasure automatically began to respond to the visual stimuli before her, which was a greater betrayal than his infidelity. She backed away into the hall then turned to leave. That was the moment of his release. Words she had heard countless times before followed her out the door, “You are the only one, baby.” == Nielsen shared her quarters with another female member of the crew. They were on opposite shifts affording them a greater degree of privacy than if they had shared shifts. So when Trip pressed the buzzer to gain entry, he found her alone, in pyjamas, hunched over a computer screen. “What’s your problem, Nielsen?” == More than three decades had passed since that Friday afternoon, yet the pain and humiliation of that moment was as vivid now as it was then. With hindsight she could admit that the interlude with Daniel had provided far greater insight into the social behaviour of human males than she could have gained in any other manner. The most significant consequence, however, was that she never again allowed herself to act on any attraction that she felt toward a human male. Until Commander Tucker that is. The admission of her interest and that she planned to act on it came as a relief. == “I’m sorry, sir, to have got you out of bed for this.” Truthfully Nielsen was thrilled to have the Commander in her quarters by herself in the wee hours of the morning. She had heard the rumours about the special relationship that the First Officer and the Chief Engineer had. She did not believe them. A man who exuded vitality the way Tucker did could not possibly be having an affair with a cold fish like the Vulcan. Trip put his hands on his hips before executing a small back bend. He was stiff from staring at the screen for nearly two hours. Shit, he thought, I’m supposed to meet T’Pol in a few minutes. “I don’t mind giving my crew hands, especially when they show me they are thinkin’ like engineers,” he said with a smile, “But the next time you invite me to your quarters in the middle of the night, put on some clothes. That’s an order.” His admonishment was delivered with humour, but she had served under him long enough to know he was serious. “Yes, sir,” she stood, “I’ll show you out.” When the door opened, Trip paused on the threshold, his back to the corridor. Nielsen, sensing that he had something more to say, moved closer. He bent his head and whispered in her ear, “We’ll take your idea to the Captain after lunch. I had an appointment scheduled with him already.” Nielsen forgot herself and threw her arms around his neck, at the exact moment that T’Pol passed by en route to the dining hall to meet Trip. If T’Pol had stopped, she would have seen the Commander break the crewman’s grip and push her away in a manner that made his disapproval of her action very clear. Instead she kept right on going to her station on the bridge. == Trip’s attempts to discover why she was angry with him were rebuffed again and again. Eventually he came to accept that what might have been between them would never be. The End ********************** You may wish to read the sequel, The Dining Hall. 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, the agony! Don't leave us with that! Please continue, please please please. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You can't do that! NOOOOOOOOO! How could you? (wonderful story, btw, even if you were terribly mean in the end.) GAH! I am counting to 10.... You really must write a sequel. No, Aquila! Please, no, no, no, no, no! Don´t leave us like this!!!! Short sequel perhaps? Dude that's just wrong. You just can't end it like that. Doh! I hate bad timing. Kills the romance everytime. **sigh** Maybe write a "Sliding Doors" type sequel ... with a HAPPY ending! lol Aghh! You are a master manipulator... that ending just slammed right out of nowhere. Please, please, write another part? Please? damn that slut Nielsen!!!!!! |