Repairs- Ch. 5

Repairs

By nikitee

Rating: R - English – Romance, Angst

Disclaimers in Chapter 1

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Chapter 5

Disappointment and Fulfillment

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Trip flopped down heavily on the floor just inside the door, propped his arms on bent knees, and stared at the candle. He hadn't lit it. He hadn't lit her, either, he thought wryly. Everything he'd read... said... he should have. He should feel her with him now. She should be there, in his mind. And she wasn't. Nothing, except a dull ache behind his eyes.

He was tired, really tired. Six straight repair shifts followed by almost six hours of intense, frenzied lovemaking... He should have been asleep -- blissfully, catatonically asleep. But it wouldn't come: His mind had raced as he held her in the dark, felt her breathing slow and her temperature drop as she drifted into a still, calm sleep in his bed. Why? Why did he feel... cheated? He'd felt her passion physically -- oh, had he felt it, and reveled in it, and responded to it -- but not emotionally. Did she care for him, or was that impossible? She hadn't smiled, or sighed, or cuddled up to him, or opened her mind... she still held herself back, he realized as his heart slowed and the delicious sensations faded. It was great sex... and nothing more. Trip squeezed his eyes shut, willed the tears not to fall, and ran for the one place he knew he could be completely alone. Her place.

The candle was red today, he noted idly. Last week, it had been gold, and green the week before that. She hadn't used this one very long -- maybe an hour or two. Not much meditation time for her... not that she's been anywhere near hear quarters for a long while. Nope, she was always suited up, eager to space walk. Keepin' herself busy, he though wryly, burnin' off all that excess energy. Burnin'...

He's been so afraid, after her reaction to that stupid suggestion of his, that she would just not come in after some shift... let herself float off, let herself run out of air. Would a Vulcan commit suicide? Was it logical to end a life, especially one that is having so much influence: the crew -- hell, all of Starfleet - was learning from her, sometimes kickin' and screamin' -- but they were learning, to reach the stars and stay there. He sighed, and rubbed his temples. Nope, not logical... but to avoid public shame, a scarlet "A" on her chest? Maybe... geeze what would Soval do if he found out? Or her parents? Or Archer, even? Damn, what a mess. Another mess to clean up, worse than the mine damage... a lot worse.

"No strings if ya don't want any, darlin'" he quoted himself to the candle in a whisper.

"And if I do?"

Trip started and turned around to face the whisper. T'Pol was standing just inside the open door, in her EV suit again, gloves and PADD in hand. She stepped further in and knelt next to him slowly as the door slid shut, keeping her eyes on the unlit candle.

He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, studying her profile as he spoke. "Then I'm here. I always will be. I care for you, T'Pol... more than I ever thought I could care about another person."

"I know. It is why I stayed."

"You knew I'd be here." It was not a question, but a statement.

"Yes..." she turned to face him, and was riveted by the raw passion in his blue eyes. "I... felt your elation as we joined, and then your disappointment. I did not realize until then the depth of your feelings... Are you certain that you want me to be... your life mate?"

"Yes."

T'Pol shifted to face him more directly, and took his hands in hers, pressing his battered knuckles to her cheeks. Leaning closer, she moved her hands to cup his face gently, fingertips finding the pulse point at his temple and neck... she held her breath, and waited.

Then he was there with her, silent but present, in her mind. Warm. Joyous. Passionate. Fierce. Protective. Adoring. Loyal. Clever. Ridiculous... all that he was, bare and welcoming before her, without words. Honesty, integrity, elation... his essence surrounded her, along with every schematic he'd ever seen, every warp manifold statistic, every... a flood of vibrancy washing over order and precision, his gift as an engineer, to her, into her...

He gasped in surprise as he felt her presence in his soul, and felt himself reaching deeper, in awe, deeper into her, finally knowing her. She was musical, and funny. A quick, sarcastic wit... that had embarrassed her mother and amused her father. She loved macadamia nuts, and the feel of silk against her skin. Of course, her pajamas, he thought. Damn, and she knows how to skateboard, and sand surf... and... she gets hot every time she looks into my eyes, he laughed out loud, responding instantly to the graphic images of their earlier lovemaking -- was it really just a hour ago? -- that he found in her mind.

"Yes..." T'Pol gasped, and moved her hands away from his face, down his neck and over his chest. She tore at the blue tank Tucker wore, trying to pull it over his head without looking or seeing, captivated by the heat she felt from him in her mind. She felt his arms around her, pulling her closer, fingers fumbling for the zipper on the EV suit again. Head spinning, she rose shakily in front of him, breaking their physical contact... but the wave of passion she felt from him did not lessen. She shook her head, trying to clear it for a moment to see him, to look at him from the outside as well.

Their eyes locked, smoldering with an undeniable physical desire, kindled by their new mental intimacy. T'Pol slid out of the bulky EV suit, kicked it away, and peeled the form-fitting pressure suit down. Tucker's hands caught hers at waist-level, and he slid the thick, creamy fabric over her hips and down her thighs. He leaned in closer... God, he could smell her, practically taste her... he rested his cheek on her hip, and ran his hand over her curved rear and thigh, down her smooth, shapely leg... to boots, damn boots weigh 20 kilos! What?

T'Pol answered his observation with a mental shot of light -- a burst of laughter, almost a giggle, rained over him as she shook off the boots with him pulling at the heels. She leaned into him, desire burning her now, as he lowered her gently to the floor, onto the silk-covered pillows she usually sat on to meditate. He kissed her quivering stomach, and ventured lower, tracing her hip bone with his tongue, finding the hot, slick cleft between her legs. He tasted her -- new pennies, he chuckled -- and heard her moan. She pressed herself hungrily into him, filling his mind and mouth with flaming red silk.

She felt a thousand kisses, each one full of fire and light, from her hip to her breasts, to her arms and neck. He lowered himself on top of her, gently, and she felt him throbbing, pulsing against her hip, and in her mind, shining, glistening joy... she pressed into him with her hips, pulled him down to her with her hands, almost clawing, to catch his lips in a deep kiss. His tongue touched hers, then played around her lips... teasing, fanning the flames behind her eyes... I could do this all day, he smirked, and felt her shudder... oh, no!

Quicksilver laughter again, and then she was on top of him, straddling him... she ran her hands over his face, sending sparks and fireworks into his mind again with the added physical contact... and down his chest. She tore at the waistband of his old, grey sweatpants, yanking them down with her hands -- sliding them off his legs with her foot as she rubbed herself over him. Indeed? All day? Are you certain?

Tucker moaned, and reached for her hips, pushing her roughly into position... and up, he buried himself in her... hot, steaming, smoldering silk. He gasped, panted, and tried to force his eyes open. Her hips took up the rhythm he'd started, and he moved his hands up her sides, cupped her breasts. He strained and curled up to her, sucking at one taught nipple, rolling and teasing the other, feeling the immediate flashes of pleasure he gave her, and the culmination building in her... deep, deep in her, as he thrust and filled her and his pleasure flooded into her mind.

T'Pol threw her head back, and ground against him, meeting him, daring him, willing him to come closer, deeper... and she exploded. And then her mind was silent, except for the gentle sound of his breathing... she had curled around him in their shared climax, pulling her legs in close to his sides, fingers clenched on his shoulders.

He kissed her ear, the slighted flutter of his lips on her flesh, and she felt him shake himself to coherence.

"Very certain, darlin'" he whispered.

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