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Very Careful

Author - Aquila | Genre - Humor | Genre - Romance | Main Story | Rating - R | T
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Very Careful

By Aquila

Rating: R
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Enterprise and the universe that surrounds her.
Summary: Post Rajiin, but before Impulse. A/U, with spoilers, follows Too Careful.

==

He was feeling like a girl – again – which added to his confusion and indecision. He needed to – he wanted to – act, but something held him back. He felt better when he took action without thinking it through, although the consequences were not always satisfactory. He was not a man for contemplation or reflection. That was his self-image until T’Pol started spending quality time with him.

“You are a trained systems analysis.” She had said it with reproval dripping from her tongue. She took the sting out by continuing, “One of the finest I have encountered among humans.”

“Your point?” he had asked merely curious as to the direction the conversation was taking.

He was face down on a bench in her quarters, naked above the waist. Her hands were working their magic on his spine.

“Have you never thought of applying your considerable skills in spheres other than engineering?” The tightened muscles under her hands told her that she had his full attention.

“Like…?”

“Such as diplomacy or interspecies relationships,” she had suggested.

He leaned over the sink toward the mirror to contemplate the face half hidden by shaving cream before him. Interspecies relationships? Interesting choice of words, he thought. Had she been trying to tell me something in that subtle Vulcan way she had?

==

He was on autopilot walking from his quarters to engineering. He acknowledged greetings from the crew as he passed, but immediately after could not recall who he had encountered. Trip Tucker was applying his considerable analytical skills to one particular interspecies relationship.

He had taken the time to shower, shave and don a clean uniform, yet that effort had done nothing to reduce the testosterone coursing through his veins. Testosterone that she had unleashed during a bout of foreplay they had shared.

Was it foreplay or just a moment of weakness, his internal analyst queried? If it were a moment of weakness, you wouldn’t be feeling like the girl, the devil’s advocate inside retorted. Trip was caught in the middle between the devil and the analyst.

“I’m thinking in human terms,” when he realized that he had spoken out loud he looked about to see if he had been overheard. He sighed with relief when he saw that he was alone in the corridor. She thinks in Vulcan terms therefore?

Foreplay, definitely foreplay…

The analyst would not leave well enough alone. There is circumstantial evidence that she would agree with you said the analyst. Trip snorted. Circumstantial? The devil spoke: Must I remind you of the marks she left on our back and that hickey blossoming just below the collar line? She knew exactly what she was doing when she put it there. She was marking her territory!

The three of them lingered in accord over that thought, but only until the analyst asked the question: Are you prepared for the consequences of your action?

The devil drew a picture: mad passionate sex with an imaginative, aggressive female who has made it abundantly clear she wants you? Those consequences, duh! Trip felt his heart rate increase and a tingle begin in his groin.

The analyst countered with the equivalent to a cold shower: Respected colleague with whom you must share life and death decisions becomes a lover to satisfy momentary lust and curiosity. Are you prepared for the fallout?

You two are thinking short term shouted Trip silently. The truth of his statement came as a shock to the three of them. Trip Tucker was considering a long term relationship with T’Pol of Vulcan.

He felt like the girl again.

==

T’Pol sat in her customary seat on the bridge feeling…I am feeling not suppressing feelings that is the difference she realized. While keeping an external eye on the data passing across her science station screen, she focused her internal eye on her feelings.

She could feel a mild abrasion around her mouth, caused by the Commander’s whiskers as he kissed her breathless. Recalling the activity opened the aching void between her legs still further. Her breasts pleasantly sore from the attention he had given them pebbled. Her fingers drummed restlessly on the console. They had explored every inch of his exposed skin and longed to do it again. When he left with one last long lingering look that promised all and nothing he took her concentration with him. She was distracted – by an exasperating human male who defied categorization.

Was it the Expanse or did the Expanse merely bring to the surface feelings she had been suppressing toward him? Was she responding to years of loneliness, an alien among humans with no one to whom she could relate? Or so she thought until she began spending time alone with the strange man, who as it happened was no longer a stranger.

==

“Commander?” Trip looked up. “How long have you been trying to get my attention, Rostov?”

Doubt suffused the ensign’s face.

“Come on, I asked.” Trip grinned to ease the tension.

“About a minute, sir,” Rostov looked everywhere but in the face of his superior officer.

“Put me on report for inattention.” Rostov looked perplexed at Trip’s order. “I mean it. We’re on a hellish mission with no room for daydreaming. Put me on report, Rostov.”

“Aye, sir.”

“Now, what can I do for you?” The engineer gave Rostov his undivided attention.

==

A discreet tone informed Trip and T’Pol that an internal message had arrived at their stations. The messages arrived within seconds of each other.

Trip opened his and read: Dinner in my quarters? The message was signed T’Pol. He replied with just one word. Yes.

T’Pol opened her message and read: Lunch in my quarters? The message was signed Trip. She replied with just one word. Yes.

Both sighed with relief. Their day had been divided into manageable portions, interrupted with periods of unrestrained desire, they hoped.

==

T’Pol, the first to arrive for lunch, entered the Commander’s quarters. She did not want to be seen loitering in the corridor, while she waited for him. Irrational behaviour she knew. The crew knew that she and the Commander spent time together on ship’s business and at leisure. This time she was aware of vulnerability as if her body was on tactical alert, sending signals to all and sundry that something cataclysmic was about to occur.

She whirled around at the sound of the door sliding open. He breezed through the door, carrying a tray of food and wearing a foolish grin.

“Do I look as sappy as I feel?” he asked setting the tray on his desk and not really expecting an answer.

Overcome with hesitation she stood rooted in the middle of the room. He froze where he stood. They could stop this now, right here. She could leave. He could speak. Whatever it was could be over in less than a heartbeat.

He strode across the room. She flew into his arms. He did not feel like the girl now. This was his territory. He had supplied the provisions. The female was trembling in his arms, surrendering. He wanted to beat his chest and growl in the most primal of victory celebrations.

“Hungry, honey?” He whispered, holding her out at arm’s length.

She whimpered in response.

“Not for food, am I right?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Do what you will with me, baby. No restrictions, but your imagination.”


The End.


The NC-17 sequel may be found in Carelessly.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

OH MY!
Loved it, you are the best at writing these scenes! I don't think I'll even try. Great story.

You should be writing for the TV show. The ratings would go through the roof and probably meltdown a few TVs as well. Please continue with this storyline!

Absolutely loved this. Trip and T'pol have their doubts, but they sure do disappear when they are together :) Please write more!

Ohhh,who needs a cold shower now??? (me!) Who needs to see more of this excellent T/T? (ME!)
Keep up the good work- I know we'll be waiting.

I'm so glad your muse returned! :-) This was great. My fave was when they messaged each other at the exact same time with their invitations. Great minds think alike, and that's probably about all they're thinking about! LOL.

Oh brilliant but I wish you had not stopped it there! Hope you are going to write a sequel and the sooner the better! Thanks a million, Ali D :~)

Oooooooooooo. Very nice.

I'm hungry too. But for more in this plot line.

Please continue!

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! And thank you, thank you, thank you for part 3!
I´m extremly glad that your muses are back!!

Great part 3.... Thank you! I can't wait and hope you decide to write part 4 soon!!!!

Just love it, any plan on continuing?

oh wow! we need more. these scenes rock!

in the words of Justin Timberlake from that McDonalds advert.... 'I'm Lovin' it' :)