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Seek First...- Pt. 6Seek First to Understand Part Six by Aquila Rating: R == 15 minutes later A quarter hour has passed. She conducts another scan, interrupting my fantasy, which had progressed rather well, if I say so myself. I had reached the part where my head was buried between her legs and she was whimpering with want. Then I realize that other than external evidence I have no knowledge of Vulcan female anatomy. I make a mental note to access the exobiology database when we return to Enterprise. I keep my eyes closed, faking sleep, so I can return to day-dreaming about putting one right through the goal posts with T’Pol. Until I had further data I will pretend her body has all the right parts for pleasure. I know she has the breasts and ass for it. And the mouth? The lips on that woman were made for pleasing. When Malcolm and I were stranded on this very same shuttlepod, slowly freezin’ to death, he admitted that he admired the piece of her anatomy that trailed behind. His voice was filled with longing. Now until that moment, I hadn’t thought about T’Pol in the male/female way. At least not with the thoroughness that Malcolm had. He gave me cause to consider the possibility. I came to the conclusion that if I had to be stranded in a shuttlepod, mere moments from death, I would rather my companion be T’Pol than Malcolm. We could have made some heat and I would have died with a smile on my face. Once we were rescued I didn’t give much thought to T’Pol as a female. She is my First Officer and a chilly one at that. Besides she’s never given me any indication of interest, until now. From time to time she’s acted a tad jealous, but I dismissed it as her response to what she considered was an issue of discipline. T’Pol believes in discipline. That’s an entirely new fantasy avenue to explore. I better not go there. Wish I had the kind of confidence to assume that her interest is genuine. The captain told me that the Expanse is supposed to screw up a Vulcan’s mind. Maybe she can’t control herself and would be responding like that to any male still breathing and within reach? Where’d she learn to use her hands like that? She sure knew how to make me feel good. She likes to take her time. That wouldn’t be a hardship, taking my time explorin’ her body, findin’ the places that make her gasp and moan. Maybe even delaying the inevitable for a little while, say ‘til the third or fourth date? I turn my head slightly so that I can look at the living, breathing object of my fantasy. I camouflage the glance, by looking through my eyelashes. She’s watching me intently. Might even say she is undressing me with her eyes. A frisson of desire overtakes me. I learned that from a pretty French speaking cadet at the Academy, back when I was a cadet. She taught me a few other things, more useful, then dumped me for a pilot. “T’Pol, you’re looking at me like I’m the last piece of pecan pie in the universe and you are starving. I’m flattered but downright flabbergasted. Do you want to talk about whatever is eating ya once you’ve finished that overdue scan?” She turns on the scanner and runs the scan. I see the screen flash. “An encrypted bulletin has arrived.” I can’t believe she said that. She passes the device me, so I can see for myself. “Son of a bitch.” I tap in the sequence that I had to memorize before leaving Jupiter Station. When the beeps begin I pass the device back to her, unnecessarily reminding her that she has five second to enter her ID code. You’ll never get to first base treating her like a rookie, Tucker. The beeping stops and we hear Sato’s voice. “Priority Alpha One Niner Niner. For your ears and eyes only. An encrypted aural response is expected. I repeat, do not respond with visuals.” “Damnation, what is happening up there?” I slide across the deck so that I can watch the screen. The message is in the form of a video signal. “I’ve done the drills, but I’ve never received a real Priority Alpha before.” Shit, do I have to sound like a raw recruit? “We are under attack. [A shower of sparks and the sound of explosives underscore his statement.] We presume it is a Xindi destroyer. The ship dropped out of warp and began firing. There was no attempt at negotiation. I repeat. There was no attempt at negotiation. [Archer was seen to move from side to side in response to another explosion.] Malcolm made a direct hit on the enemy’s engines, but we have not been able to neutralize their armament. Our weapons are off line, but have impulse power and our shields are holding. We must withdraw in order to effect repairs. You are on your own. We will be back to get you as soon as we are able to defend ourselves. Send an Alpha One, sound only, to confirm receipt. We will send an update every six hours. Archer out. [Another shower of sparks cascaded behind him.]” T’Pol records and sends a confirmation of receipt. I watch her, confident and assured, fulfilling her duty. She is my comrade in arms, for that reason alone it is my duty to protect her with my life if necessary. But somethin’s different now. My protective feelin’s are more than professional. If I want to solve the mystery of her interest, I’d better get my ass in gear and figure out a way to save our butts. End of Part Six Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! Three people have made commentsI'm starting to love this story. Now you just have to figure out a way to throw in some unacknowledged love for Trip on T'Pol's part into the mix, and it'll be splendid. Afterall, Expanse or not, I'm not sure Trip would let himself get infatuated with T'Pol unless there was something more emotional behind it. *shrug* That's just my two cents. Keep up the good writing. I love the charcter insights we get from having both POVs in your story. But like Trip, I'm wondering if T'Pol's interest is genuine or just a side effect of the Expanse. *crosses her fingers* I hope not...don't let us wait too long for the answer! ;-) I'm hooked on this story. Please don't stop. Keep it going, just like Trip's fantasies (lovely detail, btw.) |