Tripidation

ENDLESS SUMMER HIATUS CHALLENGE

TRIPIDATION

By: Favors

RATING: R
GENRE: Romance
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek: Enterprise is owned by Paramount, not me. No infringement intended, no profit made.
FEEDBACK: Please comment, this is my first effort.
SUMMARY: romancing T’Pol, just a bit of fluff

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Vulcans do not experience fear, or so they have convinced the rest of the universe. Then why I am feeling so fearful of Commander Tucker’s arrival? T’Pol was confused; these new emotions were difficult to pinpoint and categorize. Was what she was really feeling fear? Confusion? Anxiousness? Apprehension? Trepidation? Trepidation, yes that was it. Tripidation was more like it, she thought.

Glancing at the chronometer, T’Pol realized Commander Tucker would be here in 17 minutes, if he was on time. T’Pol started to light the candles about her room in preparation for their neuro-pressure session. She sensed that the Commander wished to progress their relationship. He had been kissing and touching her during Movie Night, albeit briefly, and their neuro-pressure sessions. He had been hinting around lately about pursuing a romantic relationship. Two nights ago, he squeezed her shoulder and thigh openly during the movie. Was this the human male’s way of showing his intention, of their mating rituals? T’Pol accessed her console regarding the matter, but had only begun to get results when the door chimed. “Enter”, she called. T’Pol was still leaning over her console when Commander Tucker entered. “Please disrobe, I am almost finished”. Tripidation, yes, she felt it frequently in his presence. Saving the result list T’Pol glanced over her shoulder at Trip. He had that slight smile on his face, and that twinkle in his eye that indicated he was in a mischievous good mood.

Trip knew if he bent slightly he could see the underside of T’Pol’s breasts beneath her pajama top when she was bent over the console.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked with an arch of a brow and a cool tone.

“Very much so.” No use in hiding it, Trip thought, she’d know I was lying anyway.

With a start, Trip realized that she had wanted him to look. Trip made a decision right then and there. Trip not only removed his shirt, but his sweatpants as well. Walking up behind T’Pol with only his blue, Starfleet skivvies on, Trip gripped her shoulders, and breathed into her right ear, “Why don’t we do somethin’ decidedly more intimate tonight, darlin’?” When she didn’t pull away or stiffen, he was encouraged to continue. Trip knew he was in love with her, he just didn’t know what she felt.

A shiver went down T’Pol’s spine as Trip began to nibble on her right ear. He brought his hand up to her left ear and began massaging it gently. Trip was surprised, but pleased T’Pol didn’t pull away, and leaned into him with a moan. Idly, Trip wondered if he could make her climax by just caressing her ears. Well, there was no better way to find out, was there, he thought. T’Pol’s breathing became increasing ragged as he sensed her building orgasm as he continued his ministrations to her delicate ears. Trip didn’t let up and was quickly rewarded with a long breathy moan. T’Pol’s eyes were unfocused and she trembled slightly as she tried to regain her composure. Gripping T’Pol by her shoulders, Trip spun her around to face him.

“Well, darlin’, what’s it to be between us? Lovers, friends, colleagues, neuro-pressure buddies? You know what I want, question is what do you want?” Trip’s blue eyes were intense as they locked with T’Pol’s warm brown eyes. The electricity that passed through them was electrifying. She finally understood the feeling deep within her belly. Tripidation. Why she felt tenseness and apprehension around him, why her mouth went dry, why her skin pebbled when she heard him chuckle. Tripidation. She was in love with him. Trip patiently waited for the answer, with T’Pol he had learned to be patient.

“Lovers”, she whispered.

***

Trip Tucker lay back on his bunk, a broad smile gracing his handsome face. Two weeks, two weeks ago now. “Lovers”, she said. He had been at the top of the world ever since. She had been the seducer and aggressor the first time, that night had been his turn. Trip’s mind drifted back to that night two weeks ago.

“Lovers”, she had said. Trip had dropped his hands from her shoulders to gently graze her breasts through her top. Trip leaned in to passionately kiss T’Pol’s full lower lip while un-buttoning her shirt. He removed her top and tossed it over on top of his clothes. Trailing kisses down her chest, Trip, slowly lowered himself to his knees. He slid her pajama bottoms down, raining kisses down her thighs as he did so. Trip gently lifted T’Pol onto the edge of her desk and causally lifted her legs over his shoulders. She had to brace herself to keep from falling over.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a husky voice.

“Somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to do for quite awhile now”, his eyes lit with fire and a smile.

Trip nuzzled the sweet spot between her legs with his nose, inhaling her scent. T’Pol began to tremble with desire. Trip bent his head to his very pleasurable task. Quickly finding that little bundle of nerves with his questing tongue. As he nipped, and sucked at her, T’Pol’s breathing became more erratic, ragged. Trip gripped her by her buttocks, while T’Pol threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed him even deeper into herself. Trip chuckled when she did this, exciting T’Pol even more. He chuckled even more as T’Pol made a considerable amount of noise as she climaxed over and over on his tongue.

“Hey, you need to be a little more quiet. You don’t want Malcolm to come stormin’ in here do you?” Trip asked in a teasing tone.

Ignoring his question, she stated in a whisper “No Vulcan male would ever do something like that.”

“Good thing I’m not a Vulcan then. Cause, seems to me, you really enjoyed that.”

Trip swept T’Pol up in his arms and carried her over to her bunk. He proceeded to make love to her for hours. He’d been sore and stiff when morning came (or what passed for morning on a starship), but t was worth it.

***

After Trip left her quarters that morning, T’Pol headed to sickbay. She needed to discuss the situation with the doctor.

“Ah, Sub-Commander. What can I do for you?” Phlox’s benign smile spread across his face, his gentle eyes smiling down at T’Pol.

“Doctor, I was wondering how much information you obtained from the other Enterprise about the procedures you used to allow me to conceive Lorian.” T’Pol asked, unable to meet the doctor’s eyes.

“Well, well, well. Have you and Commander Tucker finally come to your senses and acknowledged your feelings for one another?” Phlox asked, amusement evident in his voice.

“What do you mean? My question was asked simply…out of curiosity.”

“Of course. Well, I did learn that I used an enzyme from a desert dwelling katydid. So, just in case you and the Commander ever, what was that phrase he used…ah, ‘pulled your head out your assess’, I have asked to have every desert planet scanned we have come across for that wonderful insect. Luckily, there is such a planet 2 days away. Shall I request the Captain to change course?”

“You may.”

***

“A small amount of high-quality metal, an 8 mm piece of dilithium crystal? What’s this for, Trip?” amusement clearly evident in Archer’s voice.

“Ah…it’s a securin’ device.”

“Seems kinda small.”

“Should do the job. Well, can I have the materials, or not Capt’n?” Trip was clearly getting frustrated.

“Granted.”

Trip could hear the captain’s laughter as he made a quick exit out of the ready room.

“Archer to the bridge”

“Bridge here”, came Hoshi’s clear voice.

“Hoshi, still have that betting pool going on?”

“Of course sir.”

“Put me down for, oh, 10 days from now. Archer out.”

***

Tonight, tonight’s THE night. Yesterday, Trip had asked T’Pol to dinner and the movie. Their fist official date. And with T’Pol, one had to be specific. Here it was going to be their first date, and he was planning on proposing. What the hell, why waste time? I love her, just hope she says yes. Trip’s thoughts drifted to the previous night.

“T’Pol, tomorrow’s movie night. We’re showing ‘Cry of the Banshee’ starring Vincent Price. Somthin’ from the 1970’s. Travis’ choice. Would you join me for dinner and the movie?”

“We usually dine together.”

“No, I mean as my date.”

“Your date? “

“My date. ‘A social or romantic engagement with a person’”, he intoned. “In this case romantic.”

“Indeed. In that case, then yes, I shall be your date.”

“Maybe you could even wear somethin’ special. Not that you don’t look fine all the time, just maybe somethin’ different.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. It’s just…I gotta go. Hoshi could explain better than I could. See you tomorrow night.”

***

Tripidation. As T’Pol sat at her station on the bridge, her thoughts went over the conversation with the Commander. He wants me to wear something ‘special’. Why? I don’t understand. What difference do my garments make?

“Ensign Soto, may I ask you something?”

“Of course, sub-commander.”

“You have been on …dates...before?”

“Many”, was Hoshi’s laughing reply. “Has Commander Tucker finally asked you out?”

T’Pol’s startled expression, quickly covered, did not escape Hoshi’s sharp eyes.

“Yes. He asked that I wear something special. What difference does it make what I wear?”

“Oh…there can be many reasons. I presume he will be wearing something other than his uniform, perhaps he would like to see you in something else as well.”

“Again, why? What does it matter what I wear?”

At this, Travis interjected. “Well, it’s just a way of showing your fella that you like him, that you would get all fixed up for him. That he means something special to you. You know. Well, maybe not, you. I don’t know.”

“Would you like some assistance after our duty shift sub-commander?”

“That would be …acceptable.”

***

“Trip is going to be speechless.” Hoshi stood back and admired her handy work. T’Pol stood in a short dress that just grazed her knees. The dress was a sleeveless empire style dress in a soft green filmy material. T’Pol looked beautiful.

“Are you sure, Ensign? A dress seems very impractical”.” Hoshi watched as T’Pol twirled in front of the mirror, a single eyebrow disappearing into her bangs.

T’Pol looked like any young woman about to go on a date. “I’m sure! Besides, a dress can have…certain advantages. Trip is definitely going to be speechless.”

“Very well. Anything that will render Mr. Tucker speechless is worthwhile.”

Did she just make a joke?

***

Tripidation . T’Pol was feeling it again as she waited for Trip to come to her quarters. When the door chimed, she took a deep breath, and opened the door. As Hoshi predicted, Trip was indeed speechless when T’Pol opened her door. He had never seen her look more beautiful. His blue eyes reflected the warmth and appreciation of T’Pol’s efforts to please him.

Several moments passed, while Trip’s eyes racked her frame, before he spoke, “You are gorgeous.”

“Ensign Soto said you would be speechless. I must thank her.”

“I will as well, darlin’.”

T’Pol was also impressed by Trip’s appearance, although she carefully schooled her face to not show it. Trip looked beautiful in a blue shirt the color of his eyes. Little did she know that it was Trip’s favorite shirt, one Lizzie had given, 5 years earlier.

Trip crooked his arm for T’Pol to slip hers in. After staring at him for several moments, she looped her arm through his.

Trip started to guide T’Pol in the opposite direction of the mess hall.

“I thought we were going to dine together? “

“We are, just not in the mess hall. I’ve set up a sort of picnic in the hydroponics bay.”

***

T’Pol was surprised that Trip somehow had managed to create a small sward for their picnic. A red & white-checkered blanket was laid out, along with a basket.

Trip guided T’Pol over to the blanket and after seeing she was comfortable, began emptying the contents of the basket. He had prepared her favorite pasta dish. Accompanying the meal were wine, cheese and bread.

They ate in virtual silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

“I have somethin’ for you.” As T’Pol watched, Trip pulled a small object out his pocket. Kneeling beside T’Pol, Trip’s breathing was becoming increasingly quicker and more shallow. Trip’s carefully rehearsed proposal fled his mind as he looked into T’Pol’s warm brown eyes. He could see amusement light up her eyes. What appeared to be a stoic mask to most on board was a wealth of emotions to him. Ever patient, T’Pol merely quirked a single eyebrow up as Trip wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his slacks.

“I love ya’, more than anything. Make the happiest of men, marry me?” Trip held out a ring that was carefully constructed with a metal found on Enterprise and a dilithium set in prongs. “I know I’m no jeweler, and well there’s no diamonds on board…”

Silencing him with a slender finger to his lips, she answered him softly. “It’s lovely. I will marry you Charles Tucker.” T’Pol leaned to kiss him more passionately then she ever had before.

“I love you so much. I want you to be the mother of my children.”

“That is well, as Phlox has synthesized the enzyme to aid in my pregnancy. I hope you are pleased.”

“I am, I am.” Trip’s beaming smile warmed her completely.

Trip’s world exploded and coalesced into one swelling moment of utter happiness. Gathering T’Pol in his arms he gently laid her back on the blanket and began to kiss her just as passionately. Chuckling his hands roamed beneath her dress and stroked her bare thighs.

T”Pol let out a gasp. “Ensign Soto said there were certain advantages to wearing a dress, now I understand.”

Trip answered by pushing up the dress to expose her lacy panties. “These are pretty, Hoshi?”

“Yes. They are too impractical for me to have selected them.”

With great care Trip eased off T’Pol’s lacy panties, and divested himself of his own trousers and skivvies.

“Time for my dessert.” And with that, Trip lowered himself between T’Pol’s legs and began to kiss and nip as he had done several weeks ago. Her scent was a heady pleasure to him, Trip’s skilled tongue found the nub of nerves that would send her over the edge. Over and over again. While she lay quivering, Trip brought himself up to her lips, kissing her deeply, their tongues battling for control. T’Pol gasped when Trip entered her, making love to her slowly, climaxing in perfect unison. After a brief respite, Trip realized it was getting late.

“Hey, we need to get goin’ if we’re to see the movie.”

“Can’t we just stay here?”

“The Capt’n’s expecting us. He wants to know if he needs to make a special announcement.”

“Very well, but I never did get any ‘dessert’.”

Did she just make a joke?

****

As the crew waited to view the movie, they were greeted to the unusual sight of sub-commander T’Pol arm in arm with Commander Tucker. More than a few jaws dropped at the sight.

Trip caught Archer’s eye, and gave a slight nod in the affirmative. “May I have your attention please? I have a happy announcement. Suffering from and obvious lack of logic, sub-commander T’Pol has agreed to marry Commander Tucker. Please join we in wishing them the very best.”

A cheer rose up from crew, there were many cries of "Hooray", “Finally”, and "Took them long enough!"

“Honeymoon pool, Hoshi?” asked Travis.

“Why not? I could use more money!”, Hoshi laughed..

“Put me down for the Mars colony then!”

“I’ll take Risa then.” grinned Malcolm, speaking loudly enough for Trip to hear. “I seem to remember Trip had a wonderful time there”.

***

The End

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I enjoyed where the list of required words took you, but my favourite was the new word you added to the list "tripidation."

Here's to Lorian! *raises glass*
This was awesome!

Really enjoyed this! Thanks!

Tripidation... nice! That should SO be in the dictionary! ;)

Lovely story! Thanks!

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Yes! Please write Webster a letter! This was adorable. Loved it loved it loved it!

LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

T'POL STILL NEEDS HER "DESSERT" THOUGH :)

I really enjoyed this and kept chuckling at your use of the given words. A very finely crafted story, thank you. Ali D :~)

Loved the story! Great job.