Decon

Decon

by Kevin

Rating: R (for some slippery fun playtime)
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned within this text are the sole property of Paramount Studios, UPN, and Viacom. I intend no infringement.
Genre: Humor, Romance
Summary: Trip and T’Pol are in ‘decon’ after the latest attempt by the Orions to capture Enterprise. They have a slippery good time before falling asleep.

Trip slowly let his eyes roam all over T’Pol’s scantily clad body. Even in the faint glow of the dim lights, she looked amazing standing before him in her tiny gray halter and very narrow briefs. Unconsciously he licked his lips while his eyes lingered over his favorite parts. He sighed when his eyes met hers, but before he could lose himself in her beautiful brown eyes, he was distracted by the confused look on her face.

“Explain to me again why we are here?”

Trip gave her a brief smirk before answering. “The Orions were on board and tried to take over the ship again.”

“Did we repel them?” Trip noticed her voice was flat and even though he detected a hint of playfulness through their bond. So far, so good.

“Yes… But this time you shot the Captain and Malcolm.”

Trip noticed the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, but only for the briefest instant.

“Why are the lights dim?”

Sometimes T’Pol was frustrating. The lights are dim because I couldn’t get them to glow blue like the ones in decon. Honestly, did she really think I was going to redo my quarters to really look like decon? Trip decided he needed to explain the word ‘pretend’ again to her again. “This time they were better prepared and tried to control us with an engineered virus. It was supposed to affect Vulcans too. They were able to partially disable the engines before we turned them back. Enterprise is running under emergency power.”

Trip tried valiantly to contain his laughter.

“Since we were able to repel them, I assume the virus was not effective.” T’Pol’s continued willingness to play along only made his attempts to contain his laughter that much harder.

He couldn’t speak without risking breaking out laughing so he merely shook his head.

“If it was effective, then how did we repel the intruders?”

He took a deep breath and tried to maintain some pretense at seriousness. “It was effective but not in a way they intended. Since we are bonded, it still didn’t work the way they wanted. However, it did infect us.”

T’Pol tilted her head. “I do not feel particularly different than normal.” He almost laughed at her choice of words.

“That’s because you’re Vulcan. You’re controlling your reaction,” he smirked, “well mostly,” he added as he tilted his head down and pointed toward the two very prominent hard points atop her chest.

She returned his amused look with a brief scowl. “It appears you are affected too,” she said as she pointed to the bulge in his shorts.

Trip chuckled. “Of course, I’m not Vulcan.” Trip smiled as T’Pol gave him an exasperated look but continued to play along. “I’ve been extremely affected by the virus.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

Trip leaned down and picked up the bottle. “Doctor Phlox said we are to liberally apply this to our bodies. It will help us counteract the virus.” He popped the cap off the bottle.

T’Pol’s body was mere centimeters away from his when she took a whiff of the air. He felt the heat coming off her body as she lifted her eyes to meet his. “It smells like mineral oil.”

Trip shrugged. “Don’t know what it is. Phlox gave it to me.” They must not have baby oil on Vulcan. “He stressed how critical it is that we ensure a complete application.” Trip started fantasizing what T’Pol would look like with her skin shiny and glistening with the baby oil. T’Pol interrupted his musing when she reached for the bottle. He quickly moved it out of her reach and she shot him with a questioning stare. “I’ll go first”, he replied.

“Of course.”

Trip inhaled deeply as T’Pol surprised him by slowly pulling her tiny halter completely off. If possible, he was sure the bulge in his shorts hardened even further. At this point, the only thing he could be certain was his brain no longer received an adequate supply of blood.

It was also now perfectly obvious T’Pol could poke out an eye… or two.

“It would have only gotten in the way,” T’Pol replied in that same low, husky voice always drove him crazy when they played their games.

He no longer trusted his legs to support him. He swallowed hard and dropped down to kneel on the blanket covering the floor. T’Pol followed suit and knelt down in front of him. “I’ll do your back first,” he struggled out. He was sure T’Pol picked up the waiver in his voice.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she rose slight and brought her breasts closer to his face.

There was no way he could speak. So he simply nodded as he stared at her chest.

“If you are sure,” she replied as she turned and sat down in front of him.

Trip watched his right hand shake with desire as he poured the oil. He smeared the oil across both hands to warm it up and then gently rubbed it into her back. By the time he had liberally coated her back, she was purring with delight. A warm tingly sensation passed through his body and he was certain it was his body’s response to her rising desire.

He reached across her abdomen and gently pulled her back onto his lap. She briefly rubbed her slick back across his bare chest as he applied more oil to his hands. T’Pol continue to squirm in his lap as he slowly worked his way up from her abdomen. She actually moaned as he liberally covered her twin mounds in oil and swirled his fingers over her nipples.

Trip wasn’t sure how much longer he could withstand her twisting in his lap before he crashed over the edge. He moved to T’Pol’s neck and ears. She shuddered and gasped and moaned as his fingers alternated between the shell of her ears and the back of her neck. He could feel the heat from her body increase further and all rational thought disappeared from the bond they shared. The only thing that remained was intense pleasure and a rising need.

T’Pol took advantage of his momentary distraction to twist around and force him down on his back. She straddled his abdomen and did an exaggerated reach for the bottle of oil still in his hands. Trip was sure she did this for no other reason than to gently draw the very tip of her left nipple across his chest and bump it into his chin and nose. She gasped as he quickly flicked its very tip with his tongue before she pulled back out of reach. Once she drew back up, she drizzled the oil across the hair on his chest.

Trip gasped as she placed both palms on his chest and rubbed in slow lazy circles. Between the sensations of her rubbing his chest and watching her breasts sway slightly, Trip knew he was rapidly approaching the point of no return. He had to slow things down so he closed his eyes and focused only on the warm rubbing sensation caused by her hands. He wondered if T’Pol sensed his predicament since she chose not to straddle his pelvis or touch him below the waist.

Once T’Pol completely covered his chest and shoulders in oil, he knew it was time for a change. Things were rapidly spinning out of control. He steeled himself and flipped her over onto her back. He lifted her left leg so as to rest her calf against his right shoulder. He gently traced one of the tense calf muscles with the back of his left forefinger. She squirmed at his touch and started to reach toward her tiny shorts. Trip moved her hands away. He intended on removing them himself. He grinned when he saw the large damp spot on the front.

After removing them, he leaned down and inhaled deeply. Although his senses were nowhere near as sophisticated as hers, he didn’t need them in order to bask in her scent right now. It filled the room. She was intoxicating–even more so with the knowledge that only he could cause this reaction. He heard her purr with delight as she most likely picked up his pride through their bond.

He returned her left leg to his right shoulder and proceeded to oil up her left thigh. In no time though, the intense heat running through their bond made that impossible. He couldn’t delay any longer and simply dropped his shorts to mid-thigh. He didn’t even bother to take the time to remove them completely. He simply pushed them out of the way.

Given the urgency of their need, release was not long delayed. Trip collapsed on top of T’Pol and both were still panting from exertion. Trip smiled as he looked deep into T’Pol’s eyes. She pulled him down into a deep kiss that did nothing to help their breathlessness.

Trip relaxed and rolled over onto his back, pulling T’Pol on top of him. “Doctor Phlox says the treatment was a success. He says it nullified the lingering effects of the virus… Once again, we’ve thwarted the Orions!”

He chuckled as she rolled her eyes at him.

T’Pol sat up and straddled Trip’s groin. She shook her head. “Doctor Phlox says he has detected a foreign substance in my body. He is not sure it is dangerous but he recommends we proceed with caution.”

Once again Trip contained his laughter only with great difficulty. “What… does… he!” Trip gasped as T’Pol wiggled slightly over his groin. “he… suggest…” It was all he could get out as T’Pol’s wiggling threatened to break down any semblance of control he still maintained.

“He recommends an emergency medical shower to wash away the residue.”

Trip limited his response to a simple grin. “He does, does he?”

T’Pol just nodded and wiggled once more causing Trip to gasp again.

“Did he say I need one too?”

T’Pol tilted her head as if seriously considering his question. Instead of pondering his request, she sent images of their previous shower escapades to him through their bond. The look on her face as she appeared to ponder his question but was really sending him explicit imagines broke down his barriers and he started laughing.

Of course his body reacted exactly as she anticipated it would.

She leaned down so her eyes were a scant few centimeters from his. “I believe there are areas on my body that you could reach more efficiently than I. However we should not delay any longer in case the substance proves toxic.”

They left the rumpled and soiled blanket in the middle of floor in Trip’s quarters so they could move to his shower. The crewman in the laundry always gave Trip a knowing smile each time he dropped it off for cleaning. They began to expect his visit each morning after his day off. He had fallen into a pretty consistent pattern since he first personally appeared with the wadded blanket the morning after last Valentine’s Day. He never placed the blanket in the normal pick up service that took care of his clothes and other bedding.

An hour later Trip held T’Pol’s body close to him as they snuggled together under the thick covers on his bed. Both basked in the afterglow of a second time together in the shower.

T’Pol drew herself away from the extended kiss they were sharing. “The Orion’s seem to be able to board our ship frequently.”

Trip chuckled. “They do, don’t they?”

“I believe there to be a spy aboard Enterprise.”

“You do?” He was anxious to see where she was taking this. He could tell she was still in a playful mood.

“Yes. I believe an investigation tomorrow morning will reveal the suspect and you will be apprehended for your complicity in this matter… Starfleet will turn you over to the Vulcan Ministry of Security for interrogation.”

Trip purred as he had some idea where she was taking this. “What does my interrogator look like?”

“She is the Ministry’s best… She is about my height and has brown hair.”

Trip fought back a giggle. “I’ll bet she’s beautiful.”

T’Pol nodded. “Yes–very much so. You will be helpless to resist her methods.”

Trip smiled. “I’ll still need to hold out as long as I can before confessing.”

“I assume you will try. However, she will ultimately be successful and you will be… exposed. She is a very skilled interrogator.”

That was almost too much for Trip and his eyes started watering. T’Pol decided then to kiss him senseless once again. She pulled away once the lack of oxygen made him light headed. “I suggest you rest well… Your day off is going to be arduous at the hands of your interrogator. You will need to be well rested.”

T’Pol punctuated her statement by snuggling in closer to him and pulling the covers over their heads.

T’Pol was correct. The next day, Trip’s interrogator did in fact push him to the point where he was begging to confess anything just to be granted release. Oddly, his interrogator never asked him any questions about spying for the Orions. The questions all focused on his highly irregular fascination with a particular operative in the Vulcan Ministry of Security.

But that is a story for another time…

The End

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

I loved that! Very cute...

Hmmm. T'Pol playing love games. Not exactly in character... but I suppose she'd play along just to get what she wanted, LOL!

BTW.. There are certain rather realistic aspects to this story... the blanket to catch the mess, for example... that make me think SOMEBODY'S been doing this for real. Actually, it doesn't sound like a bad idea. Off to the store now... gotta pick up a bottle of baby oil before hubby gets home. : ))

Distracted has a very logical point, and a good idea. Loved the story! Happy New Year!

Never pictured that ending. I was sitting here eating my cereal:) thinking WHAT is going on! Good though.

That was cute. Nicely done. T

I found it to be perfectly in character; they're alone and mates. Why not have some fun, especially if it keeps that whacky human happy? :-D Good job, kevin!

Personally, I think I'd prefer the water-based application for virus removal rubdowns. Baby oil just never seems to come off. Only kidding. :) Cute little story.

cute!

Heh. That was fun.

fun and putting "thoughts" into my head.

Wow! Loved it! Your stories are always great, thanks.