Star Trek—The Continuing Voyages of the Enterprise: Ragnarok: Missing Scene

Ragnarok, Part Three: Missing Scene

By ginamr

Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut/Romance
Summary: Picks up where my story, “Ragnarok,” left off: it’s the Trip/T’Pol sex scene readers asked for.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words expressed here.

Author’s note: Missing scene from the story Ragnarok from my series: Star Trek-the Continuing Voyages of the Enterprise. I recommend you read it first, but you don’t have to in order to read this ficlet.

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Trip stood when T’Pol entered the cell, looking hopeful. T’Pol’s expression remained neutral, but he could feel a nagging feeling of alarm through the bond. “T’Pol…” he began.

“You are free.”

Trip frowned. “T’Pol, what’s wrong?”

“It is my Pon-Farr. My time among the Briliarin females has triggered it.”

Trip’s eyebrows shot up. “Isn’t Pon-Farr…?”

“The Vulcan mating drive, yes.” She hesitated. “Those who are not bonded die if they do not mate.”

Trip’s eyes widened. “Die?”

T’Pol moved closer to him brushing a hair from his temple in a gesture of affection she’d seen a human male or female use with their chosen one. “It is all right, Trip. We are bonded. I will not die. But because of our bond, you will share the symptoms.”

Trip ran his hands through his hair. “I knew that dream wasn’ just me.” T’Pol raised an eyebrow and Trip’s cheeks became slightly pink. “So---since we’re bonded---”

“The Pon-Farr will not be fatal. However, we must mate to break the plak tow.”

“Mate? As in---”

“Have sexual intercourse.”

Trip gave her a half-grin. “Do you have ta always be so clinically dry, T’Pol?”

“I am being truthful.”

“You know it means more to us than that,” Trip said softly, his eyes meeting hers revealing burning desire. T’Pol’s features softened and Trip chuckled. “You can’t hide it now, darlin’. I can feel it. Right here.” He took her hand in his and placed it over his heart. “I love you, T’Pol---so much it hurts.”

She nodded, unable to deny it. He could see into her heart because of the bond. She knew that she couldn’t even deny to herself what she felt.

The way she desired his presence, the pleasure she received from even his simplest quirks, the way she purposely did and said illogical things to hear his laugh---and the helpless feeling she had when he was upset or in pain. Yes, she did not like to see any of her colleagues upset; but with Trip it was different. She loved him in a way that she did not love anyone else. She would give up her own contentment to see him fulfilled.

“But we cannot be together in the way that you wish to be.”

Trip’s features grew somber. “Why can’t we be together, T’Pol? Are you afraid of what being us might mean?”

T’Pol turned away from him. “I cannot give you children and I cannot love you as you love me. I am Vulcan and that cannot be changed. You deserve someone who can give you all of the things that will please you.”

Trip grasped her chin gently with his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. “T’Pol, I can imagine the perfect woman---and she wouldn’t even come close to you,” he said softly.

He tilted his head brushing his lips against hers and his tenderness made her knees weak. She felt rushes of emotion she had not experienced since her Trellium addiction. When she felt his hands gently cup her face, all of the barriers she had put up against her emotions crumbled like a dam bursting. She felt herself responding freely to the desire his scent and his kiss ignited in her.

She didn’t struggle when Trip laid her slowly onto the mattress in the corner, raining butterfly kisses up her neck, nibbling the points of her ears. She gasped as the sensations only served to stoke the fire already burning in her abdomen that begged for completion.

“When things went wrong with Natalie, I started wonderin’ if I’d ever find the right woman. And then you came along. It took me a long time to realize that you’re exactly what I need and exactly what I want. You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever met, T’Pol. You make me want to love you.”

T’Pol looked into his eyes, for a moment unsure of how to respond.

“Shh. It’s all right, darlin’. I can feel it, remember?”

His mouth descended upon hers, deepening the kiss when she began to respond. A soft, feminine whimper passed her lips when his fingers glided gently over her softness, avoiding her clearly hard nipples.

“Trip.”

The gentleness of her voice enticed a groan of pleasure from deep in his chest. He felt himself responding to her pleasure with intensity so great that he felt it sizzle through every nerve in his body. The look in her eyes was so fiery that it became hard to breath.

“The Pon-Farr,” she stated, sensing his thoughts through the bond. “It is upon me.”

“I can feel it, too,” Trip replied, his voice deep with need. He gasped at the intensity of his bondmate’s desire, feeling it echoed in his own body.

“T’Pol,” he groaned. “God, it’s so strong.”

T’Pol’s right hand came up to touch the contact points on his face. She clenched her teeth breathing heavily. “I claim thee…in the rite…of Pon-Farr,” T’Pol gritted out in a hurried voice. “My mind to your mind---our minds are merging---our minds are one.”

Trip heard himself repeating the last four words with her as though it were only natural to do so and he sucked in a breath as he sensed something in the back of his mind. Its presence was familiar, yet he knew it was not a part of him. The presence drew closer and soon the white room became visible around him.

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T’Pol?

She nodded. Yes.

Trip’s eyes closed against the longing flooding through him. Jesus, darlin’---Is this---how it feels---for you---every time?

Yes. He gasped when he felt her hand slide boldly to the bulge in his trousers. Is this what you’re looking for? she asked huskily.

He nodded, not sure he trusted himself to speak. She responded in a way that was so unlike her that it unsettled him for a moment. The feeling quickly disappeared as he felt a nearly unbearable flash of heat in his groin. He growled and grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her savagely and pressing his body fully against her, one of his hands sliding down to rest at her waist, his fingers massaging her soft hips.

She sucked in a quiet breath and released a breathy moan, her back arching at the feel of his cold fingers against her heated skin. She wanted to feel him everywhere at once and the closeness they had now was not enough. A strong desire to crawl inside him encompassed her senses.

She closed her eyes when she felt the heat of his body cover hers, her hands sliding into his hair to bring his head down and she pressed her lips to his, her tongue sliding past his lips deepening the kiss.

He moaned into her mouth. Christ! Where’d you learn to do that?

I had a skilled teacher, she replied huskily, sealing her lips over his once again.

He felt the urge to scream his pleasure, but feeling her need and her pleasure on top of his left him nearly breathless. His hips moved with violent urgency, grinding his groin into the vee of her thighs, unable to resist the overwhelming need flaring in his sex.

The heat in his veins combined with the coolness just beneath his skin were nearly unbearable, his head spinning as he looked into her magnificently bright eyes, hearing her sounds of pleasure as if from a distance.

She arched her back, gasping at the sensations of his pleasure. Her own pleasure increased tenfold as she watched his baby blue irises darken with pleasure. She knew nothing but him. The coolness of his body against her heated one drew whimpers of ecstasy from her lips, her nails digging deeply into his shoulders, drawing a small amount of blood.

He groaned raggedly as he felt himself approaching the heaven of release. At last, he came violently, screaming her name. T’Pol!

He gasped, feeling as though someone had just dropped a crate weighing over a ton upon his body. Vaguely, he heard her scream his name as she came just shortly after, her body writhing and convulsing with her long awaited release.

When she had stilled, he rolled to the side, breathless. T’Pol! He whimpered as the back of her hand accidentally brushed against his sensitized sex.

She repeated the movement, moaning with him as he came again, tears of pleasure sliding down his cheeks. He tensed for a moment when he felt her bury her face in his neck; but he soon adapted, his breathing calming. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, the warmth of her body against his drugging him. At long last, his exhaustion dragged him into the land of dreams.

End

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Nine of you have made comments

I liked it except for the part of the taking of the name Jesus and his title Christ "in vain." It seemed rather gratuitous and unwarranted.

Well that certainly got my motor running!

And I personally was not bothered by the Jesus or the Christ expressions, though I respect the fact that some people are. Christian expressions are pervasive in our culture and we all seem to use them no matter what our religious background is. People just naturally use them without meaning any religious disrespect. I didn't take it as disrespect here, coupled as it was with the surprise of extreme pleasure. It was sweetly erotic.

Ah... Ponfarr revisited. Very sweet. I am a Christian and a southerner, and it is unfortunately true that there are many southerners... primarily those who are Christian in name only or just occasional church-goers... who habitually take the name of Christ in vain. I find it less offensive than cursing... but dialee is right. We ought not to do it if we claim to be faithful... there bein' a commandment against it and all. ; )

Nice little story, but there were some continuity problems. Did you intend to imply that they did all that through clothing... because there was no mention of removing any.

Good one. I'm not religious so the jesus thing didn't bother me at all.

I, in no right, claim to be a Christian. Dialee, I'm sorry if you found it offensive. I meant no disrespect.

Distracted, yes. ::laughs:: They 'did it' with their clothes still on...makes it a bit more...stimulating...at least I think so. More friction. ;)

Anyway, glad you all enjoyed at least some of it.

That was very nice, more in mind, than body, very apt,especially in their situation. I was not at all offended by the Christ, and Jesus thing, although I am a Christian, people use it all the time, but Distracted is right, it is a commandment and all, but anyways, I really liked this.

You sound disappointed ginamr. Please don't be. My first foray into more sexually explicit scenes was frightening, to say the least. I felt like I was exposing my innermost sexual fantasies to the world. You're a brave person. This is an impressive first attempt.

I was teasing you with my "through clothing" comment, BTW. When writing scenes like this, it's difficult to be descriptive enough to allow the reader to understand what's going on without getting vulgar. It's a fine line that's difficult to balance, but you've got to put in SOME details. It gets easier with more practice. Look at HopefulRomantic's NC-17 stories if you want to see how it's done. That's what I do... only I tone it down a bit. I'm not quite ready for NC-17 yet. : )

this isn't quite my first attempt at NC-17. actually, it's usually all I write. but I've been trying to avoid that with Trip and T'Pol until I had a better idea of how to write their characters. i've had to watch loads of the Enterprise eps over and over again to get a feel for T'Pol's character. It doesn't really matter how many reviews I get. I'm proud of this ficlet, as it's probably one of the best I've done.

Well I certainly enjoyed it, so dont let the "negative" comments distract you from any possible future additions or fics, excellent job on capturing the inner most feelings of our fav ST couple, well done, hope to read many more.....Tony