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Breathe

Author - plumtuckered | B | Bound Fiction Challenge | Genre - Bound CHALLENGE Fic | Genre - Romance | Rating - R
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Breathe

By plumtuckered

RATING: R—Just a warning: peeking over at NC-17, but not quite across the line.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters.
GENRE: Romance
SUMMARY: Trip and T’Pol – bound.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is REALLY sappy stuff. I wrote it from T’Pol’s POV, which is difficult. Please let me know what you think.

Thank you!

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He is angry, I can sense it, feel it like waves crashing over me.

“My mistake,” he says sharply.

I stand motionless as I watch him walk away from me. He is leaving, returning to Columbia, walking away for what I am certain will be the last time. I have lost him. I have embraced logic again, found my true path as a Vulcan, but at what cost? For weeks I have struggled to convince myself that Commander Charles Tucker could not be on the path to logic. He is human.

But we are bonded.

Questions rush through my mind in the span of a heartbeat, questions I have asked myself many times before. Could a bond have happened if I had no feelings for him, if I did not desire his presence in my life? Is IDIC not a part of Surak’s teachings - infinite diversity in infinite combination? Is nothing more diverse than two species sharing a life together?

“Trip!” I call out.

I see his chin lift and can imagine his eyes rolling dramatically, but he stops and slowly turns to face me. Verbal communication seems oddly illogical at this moment so I react to him in the only way I can. I cross the few meters that separate us with purpose, cradle his face in my hands, and press my lips to his. At first I believe I have miscalculated his level of anger for he does not reciprocate, then I feel his lips part under mine, and his hands at my waist pulling me closer. He cannot seem to pull me close enough.

“T’Pol,” he breathes against my ear after we part. “Is this real? Do you really want me?”

“Yes,” I tell him.

He kisses me deeply and quite thoroughly and I am momentarily lost in the sensations he is awakening. Then I remember where we are and I reluctantly, but gently push him away. His eyes are dilated, his cheeks flushed, and his lips swollen and moist. I want nothing more than to satisfy his every need, but logic prevails.

“I guess we shouldn’t be doing this here,” he agrees with a slight smile.

I nod. “It is inappropriate.”

Trip’s expression changes and all his joy and passion of just a moment before fade before my eyes and I prepare myself for what I know he is about to say.

“I have to go,” he begins and my heart sinks. “I’m a member of Columbia’s crew now, T’Pol. I made a commitment to Captain Hernandez. As much as I want to stay, I can’t.”

“I understand,” I respond and I do. He is duty-bound.

“I’ve only signed on for a year. Will you wait for me?”

I nod, my voice again abandoning me.

He smiles. “Our timing really stinks, doesn’t it?”

“So it seems,” I reply.

“Since we have this bond between us, we can still meet in that white room, can’t we?”

“I believe so.”

He kisses me softly. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” He kisses me again. “Every night.”

“Agreed.”

I hold his eyes for a long moment, seeing my future reflected in them then I clasp my hands behind my back and walk with him.

As we round a corner, Trip stops beside me. Before us at the airlock stands Captains Archer and Hernandez, at their feet a Starfleet issued duffel bag.

Captain Archer frowns. “Seems we’ve got a problem, Trip.”

“A problem, sir?”

I feel his apprehension suddenly in combination with my own.

“I guess I completed the wrong paperwork.”

“Cap’n?”

I feel an odd warmth in my chest that slowly spreads throughout my body. My human, though, is still puzzled.

“Captain Archer filled out form SF287 instead of 289, Commander.”

I sense Trip’s confusion so I turn to him. “Form SF287 is a request for temporary transfer,” I explain evenly. The wave of joy he sends through me nearly takes my breath away; adjusting to his emotional responses will prove to be challenging.

“Temporary transfer? You mean I don’t have to go back?” he says then his face reddens and he looks sufficiently sheepish. “No offense, Captain.”

Captain Hernandez smiles. “None taken, Commander. Until we get this situation resolved, you probably should return to your post on Enterprise.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Captain Archer pushes the duffel bag toward Trip with his foot. “Why don’t you take this to your quarters and get yourself settled. I’m sure Commander T’Pol will help you. In fact, why don’t you two just call it a night.”

I nod my head in agreement.

Trip picks up his bag and grins. “Thanks, Cap’n. We’ll do that.”

The moment his door closes behind us, Trip drops his bag and takes my hand. My body tingles with anticipation as I immediately seek out the warmth of his mouth. My hands work efficiently to rid him of his uniform as he does the same for me. In just over three minutes we are standing naked at the side of his bunk. I turn him and gently push him down, noting that he is as aroused as I am. I do not want to waste time with what humans refer to as foreplay.

Trip lays back and I straddle him, settling myself over him. I lower my body until he fills me completely. I gasp at the exquisiteness of him.

“T’Pol,” he whispers.

I begin to move as does Trip. I feel more this time, more emotion than our first joining and I suddenly realize the bond we share is allowing me to experience what he is feeling; I am momentarily overwhelmed by the depth of his affection for me, his need for me. I throw my head back and close my eyes. The sensations coursing through me are the most pleasant I’ve ever known. I am quickly becoming lost in the mix of my desires with his, but then I hear him gasp and I sense panic from him. I look down at him; he is struggling for breath.

“What’s happening?” he asks, his eyes dark with want, but also with fear.

I pause in my movements and lean over him. “It is our bond,” I tell him. I can feel him trembling beneath me.

“I’m not sure I---T’Pol---I can’t----.”

I kiss him softly then pull back only millimeters from his face. “Breathe with me, Trip,” I tell him.

He looks back at me and I can sense his confusion, but he trusts me, I can sense that as well.

“Breathe with me,” I tell him again and he complies.

I slowly begin to move again, but this time I am aware of what he’s experiencing. He holds my eyes and matches my breathing. It is as if we are one, moving together in perfect unison, breathing as one, our bodies united. I feel his hands settle on my hips and I sense his fear replaced by building pleasure.

We’re climbing together, our bodies in sync, our hearts beating in rhythm. Our eyes remain locked on one another as the fire is ignited and it builds into an inferno. Then it explodes within us and I am vaguely aware of Trip’s fingers gripping my hips as his body releases inside me.

When our joining is complete, I ease off my t’hy’la and settle at his side. He turns to face me and rests his hand on the curve of my waist. A smile graces his features and lights up his eyes. His expression fascinates me.

“You love me, don’t you?” he asks.

I return his gaze steadily, but for the third time this day a verbal response escapes me.

“You don’t have to say anything, T’Pol,” he continues. “I know you do.” His smile turns to the sideways grin that I have come to cherish. “Now that we’ve got this bond, you can’t hide your true feelings anymore.”

I lift a brow at him in response.

“Cats out of the bag.”

I remain defiantly silent and his brows furrow slightly.

“Come on, admit it---just this once. You’re hopelessly in love with me.”

I hold his eyes and watch as his glee fades from them. I suddenly realize he needs reassurance that what he feels is indeed real.

I lean in and kiss him gently. “You are correct.”

He pulls me up against him and nuzzles at my ear. A shiver crawls up my spine in response then he stills, simply holding me close. His fingertips slide up and down my back slowly yet he remains quiet. I open my mind to him and I feel him there. His presence is warm and comforting.

Trip rolls me onto my back and settles slowly over me. I part my legs to accommodate his body. His lips on mine are soft, his tongue sensuous. He leaves my mouth to suckle gently at one breast. I lace my fingers through his hair and watch him. He seems to take great enjoyment in giving me pleasure. For Vulcans, sex is simply about reaching the destination, but for humans, the journey to that destination is important as well. As my t’hy’la moves to my other breast and his fingers caress me intimately, I can see the logic in that sentiment. The journey indeed heightens the experience.

When he enters me, I am aching for him. My mind is full of our shared passion, my body quivering with my need for release yet Trip moves slowly and with purpose. I want him to move faster, but he seems intent on testing my patience, on continuing the journey.

I can’t help the gasp that escapes me and I cling to him. I tell myself that this is just a physical act, but what I am experiencing is more than that. It is an expression, both physically and emotionally, of what we mean to each other and it is powerful. I can no longer control my reactions to the sensory overload. I arch my back against him, dig my fingers into his arms, and gasp again.

“Breathe with me, T’Pol.”

I am struggling, but I meet his eyes and I do as he asks. Suddenly, all else fades except the sound of our breathing and the intense friction of our bodies moving together. I can feel the heat growing between us, enveloping us in our shared passion.

After, as our bodies recover, he lays over me, his breath escaping in warm gusts against my neck. I wrap my arms around him and hold him. He is a gift.

We continue our coupling deep into the night.

Finally, both of us sated, Trip falls asleep. I too am exhausted, but I do not yet desire rest. I turn on my side and watch my t’hy’la. He appears so young and vulnerable and my heart swells with my affection for him. I realize suddenly that this is how it was meant to be, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I am truly content with myself.

I am a Vulcan and he is my mate, my chosen one and I cherish him.

I settle my head next to his on the pillow, close my eyes, and listen to him breathe.

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THE END

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

That was lovely Plumtuckered.

Very nice! So, The "cat's out of the bag" sort of speaking, that Archer and Hernandez know? Heehee. After next week's episode of "Bound" I guess the whole ship, if not others will also.

very nicely done

Nice story - thanks for feeding my addiction.

That was beautifully written and very much in character. Very sweet and romantic. Nicely done, plum!


I was gettin' a little desperate for more 'Bound' fanfic!! Nicely written, I really liked it. Got any more???

Wow. **sigh** That was fabulous! I like the spin you put on it in the first half, with Trip acknowledging his committment on Columbia (rather than, 'poof' he's back on Enterprise) - Thank Goodness Archer doesn't have an admin clerk! The second half was just...wow... **sigh, again** I just finished an evil four-hour final exam and really needed to be 'plumtuckered' - Thanx! ;)

Plumtuckered, you've done it again! I loved it!

Having a little trouble breathing myself...

I liked that alot. Short and sweet. Definatly Sweet. :D

Nicely done! It cannot be easy to write a story like this in T'Pol's POV and you pulled it off brilliantly. :)

Wow... nice one.. Thanks for answering the challenge... less than a week guys.. I can't wait.

Aww, that was so sweet. Well done!

Wow, this was excellent and beautifully written! I am also impressed with Trip's stamina being able to perform again so quickly. I absolutely loved Trip throwing T'Pol's word back at her to get her to breathe with him as they make love for the second time. Wonderful, made my little shipper heart go pit-a-pat. Ali D :~)

Wow. Loved it. Loved T'Pol's point of view. Wow. Can you tell that I'm (almost) speechless?

You have a gift for writing. Thank you.

Beautiful! T'Pol might be difficult to write, but you got her.

Very well done. :-)

Hey, did you learn of the suggestion for a resolution to the "transfer" thing I did in a post somewhere ;-)?

Anyway, great little fic there. And hot too, whew!

Thanks for writing this... sappy is what is holding me over until next week :)

My favourite line is "You are correct" -- I can just hear T'Pol saying it! Great story!

Sappy is good. I like sappy! Loved the story Plumtuckered!

Nicely done.....Encore......Encore.....T

Atlast! A fanfic writer who knows the difference between BREATH and BREATHE! Can you do LOOSE and LOSE, too? Or maybe even PEEK, PEAK, and PIQUE?Seriously, though, I really enjoyed your story. It was well paced, appropriately serious and humorous and was true to the characters. T'Pol's voice was very well done. The temporary transfer ploy was refreshing, believable, and avoided the necessity of destroying the Columbia. I'll be reading this one over several times.

Lovely! Well done

Breathtaking and most beautiful!

Thank you!!

Hey, great story. But I made the mistake of reading it during a break at work. Now it is difficult for me to get back to work. That will teach me not to read fan fic during work breaks!

That was lovely. You captured T'Pol perfectly. Thank you!

Nicely done.... Now tell Trip side of it.... Sequel.

Plum your just totally amazing. That was perfect. Thankyou

That was great!

Beautiful writing.........more!!!