The Morning After

The Morning After

By DestinyGirl

Rating: R
Email: anticipatedestiny@yahoo.com
Genre: Romance, Humor, pure fluff
Codes: T/T, A/H, M/Amanda
Summary: Something the crew picked up along their travels has an unanticipated effect, leading to Trip/T’Pol goodness.
Spoilers: "Zero Hour" with a twist and anything before that.
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Feedback: Of course I want feedback! Leave your comments below.

Author’s Note: In this universe, the Xindi weapon was destroyed but the arc tied up nice and neat with Captain Archer getting back onto Degra’s ship in plenty of time before the weapon blew up. There are no Nazi aliens in this one. Everything went back to normal. The Enterprise has spent time in orbit around Earth and they’ve just deployed back out to explore the galaxy.

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Prologue

A darkness, as thick and oppressive as space without stars, choked Trip Tucker awake. He gasped for air, feeling as though the darkness were pressing in on him and weighing him down. For a moment, he struggled to breathe, writhing slightly under the weight above him, his eyes wide and seeing nothing. Panic gripped him, adding to his feeling of suffocation. Struggling, he wriggled his arms out from under the weight on top of him, his hands searching for what held him down.

Trip’s panic fled the moment his fingers touched warm, living flesh.

Further exploration gave him a shock he wasn’t prepared for. The body, hot against his, was female. A shapely woman, curves in all the right places that pressed up against all of his right places. He groaned softly, his fingers brushing her shoulders, and tried to push her off him. She whimpered above him, her hands gripping his biceps and refusing to move. Her hips shifted against his and his mouth dropped open as he was unable to help his own body’s response to her movements.

Sighing, he gingerly explored her further, trying to determine who she was. His hands came up, brushing her small shoulders finding impossibly soft, silky skin. A slender neck was dwarfed in his big hands, his fingers lightly tattooed by her steady pulse. His thumbs cupped her jaw, stroking her full lips where they rested just against his neck. Her hot breath burned his fingers, and he moved them away, up into her hair and over the tip of her ear.

The pointed tip of her ear.

Oh, God. T’Pol.

Captain Archer shifted uncomfortably on the hard floor, his arm half-asleep as it pillowed his head. He groaned, head pounding, eyes opening to a blackness that defied his senses. Thick, scratchy carpet irritated his hip, eyes widening as he realized that he seemed to be without his uniform. His breath left him in a gasp as the warm mass against him wriggled, then sighed, a decidedly female sound.

What the hell was going on?

In the background, he could hear the steady hum of the ship’s warp engine. His vision was blurry, a blue glow emanating from the displays around him the only source of light, but he couldn’t make out any objects very easily. As he concentrated, he made out the indistinct form of his desk, only then realizing that he was inside his ready room, stretched out behind his desk and beneath the window. One arm was draped around the unclothed body of a woman he had yet to identify.

As if on cue, she stirred, her mouth nuzzling his neck as she yawned, snuggling further into his arms.

“I’m cold,” she whispered, her small hand coming up to stroke his shoulder. Then, as if she’d suddenly found awareness, she froze, her hand gripping him tightly.

“W-what’s going on?” Panic was etched in her tone.

That question was said at full volume, enough for the captain to identify his companion. “Hoshi?” he said in disbelief.

“C-Captain?” she squeaked, jerking away from him, crossing her arms over her bare breasts protectively. “What happened?”

He finally found his breath again, running his hand over his jaw tiredly. “Hell if I know.”

Every muscle in Malcolm Reed’s body ached, his joints stiff and creaking. Sitting up, he groaned, feeling three times his age. It was as if his body would fall apart at any moment. He hadn’t felt this bad since waking up the morning after his fist fight with Major Hayes. His eyes narrowed as he realized that underneath the bone-weary exhaustion was a sense of satisfaction that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Maybe never. The kind of satisfaction one only found right after a long night of wild. . . no. That was ridiculous.

Yawning, he rubbed his eyes and stretched, moaning as his muscles rebelled. He made a move to get up, bracing his hands on the side of the bed to push himself up. Just before he stood, something moved on the bed behind him. It rolled over, a hand with long fingernails snaking around his wrist, rubbing his skin familiarly. His breath caught and he bolted away, standing upright.

Only then did he note that he had apparently decided to sleep without P.J.’s last night. With a bed partner to boot.

The figure spoke. “Come back to bed,” she whispered, her voice a sultry breathiness. A white sheet pooled around her waist as she sat up, her form barely discernable in the darkness. Dry mouthed, he made out the lush curves of her body in the shadows.

“Wait!” Clarity seemed to be coming to her tone. “What—where am I?”

“You don’t know?” he asked, hoping that he was the only one who’d apparently had too much to drink.

“N-no.” She sounded panicked. Reaching down, she grabbed the sheet to cover herself. “What happened?”

“Buggered if I know. Who are you?”

His deep, British-accented voice seemed to make her jerk back as it reverberated in the quiet room. “Commander Reed?” she squeaked, shrinking back against the wall. “Oh, god.” She sounded mortified.

Shame and embarrassment filled Malcolm. “Who are you?” he said again, this time slowly, with a hint of menace in his voice.

“A-Amanda,” she stammered softly.

He choked, trying to speak over his shock. Swallowing, he tried again. “C-Corporal Cole?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good god. What the bloody hell happened here?”

Parts 1 & 2

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Lol!
I think Malcolm's wake-up was the best. Any particular reason why you made him a commander?

Great start! I'm anxiously awaiting your next post! And yeah, did Reed get promoted?

I guess Reed did get promoted. Accidentally, because I'm a dork. :D) I'll figure out some way to work it in. I hope Commander is after Lieutenant. Is it?

DestinyGirl

I did laugh and chuckle, as for fixing Malcolm's rank that is easily done in your *sequel*. When you could perhaps show the flipside from each female's point of view as they wake up and discover their bed partners. Amanda could still say "Commander Reed?" in a squeak, but then Malcolm could respond with something like "Yes, except it's Lieutenant." ~After all, the poor girl is in shock (happy shock hopefully).
Thanks for a funny set up, Ali D :~)

HA, that was great. I want to know what happened now! Please continue!

Uh, oh, that´s great!!! :-))))
Please continue soooooon!

So good!! Continue!!!!!

Heeeee!

Can I have the next part soon please!?! I can feel some excessive embarrasment coming on!

This is a great beginning! Definitely hooked already.

Archer slept with Hoshi?! Ha! Now this is gonna be interesting! So there's still MACO's onboard the ship eh? This is gonna be very fun me thinks. I can't wait to see what happens next! Please hurry with the next chapter!

I like, I like!

What a beginning!!! Can't wait to see the next Chapter!

the next step for malcolm should be lt. commander and yes he should be in line for a promotion..imo

Sounds like quite a party! Looking forward to reading more.

Certainly got my interest! Next part up soon?? ;-)

The only pairing I was surprised about was Malcolm and Amanda, but maybe that's the kind of woman he needs. Loved Trip and T'Pol and Hoshi and Archer. One bit of confusion, though. If is after ZH, then why was Trip surprised by T'Pol being in his bed?

Ahhh... this is going to be interesting! Looking forward for your next posting.

Love it, love it, love it!!!

I'm still laughing out loud! :)

Can't wait for more - please, please continue this story soon!

Too funny...please continue!

Loved the Archer/Hoshi and Malcolm/Amanda wake-ups! Not so sure about Trip's -- he was just a bit too dismayed for my (romantic) taste. Will we get T'Pol's reaction? I hope so! And I think Malcolm deserves to be a commander. I can't wait for the next chapter!

love the story.
If starfleet's ranks are anything like the navy's, then the officer ranks would be: ensign, lieutenant j.g., lieutenant, lt. commander, commander, captain, admiral yada yada yada. both lt. commander and commander can just be called 'commander' though, so it could work.

This is great can't wait for your next instalment. I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my computer chair.

Sash--

Think less dismayed, more worried. :D Sorry I didn't make that clear.

Next post should be up by Monday.

DG

Lovely! Please Continue!

Hilarious! Can't wait for the next part.

Great opening...can't wait for the next update :)