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Fulfilled-Pt 10Fulfilled By Samantha Quinn Rating: R Chapter 10 Need. T’Pol’s POV
Hey, this chapter is officially rated R. At least, it’s stronger than PG-13, I think. Eh, you’ve probably guessed why by now. Also please realize that this chapter is supposed to be somewhat jumpy and disjointed, for the same reason that it’s rated R. ********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******* Twenty-five years have elapsed since the last time I held him. I have spent every one of those years waiting patiently for the chance to touch him again. My patience grows increasingly short as I remain trapped in this shuttle with the two of them. Have I not waited long enough? Twenty-five years is three point five cycles – three point five times I should have experienced unbridled passion that the fever brings to my people. The time is typically dreaded by my people, yet my time spent with Charles makes my body ache with longing – with want. Pon Farr is the only time I have been permitted his touch. For that reason, I ached to experience it again. It is hot. So miserably hot. My body’s poor attempt at ventilation has done little but make my outfit cling uncomfortably to my skin. He not here now, for it is his turn to retrieve food. Instead, I am left to the company of the other one. The very fabric of the robes irritates my skin. I attempt to alleviate that irritation by rubbing, which does nothing but further irritate my skin. the other one is the reason I have not experienced a return of Charles’ touch. He is the reason I never again reveled in the feel of Charles’ hands upon my skin, the taste of his lips upon mine, or the sound of his voice in my ear. the other one is speaking. “Just hold on tight, T’Pol. We’re bound to be rescued any day.” He says it as thought it should be some consolation – as though it could help my condition somehow. He is a fool. The only thing that could help me is to mate with Charles. I itch in places I should not. The combination of sweat, body temperature, and female excretions have made my genitalia especially uncomfortable. I press my legs together in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort. The action only reinforces the emptiness found therein. Charles has returned. He comes to me first. I do not want to be rescued. While the other one is here, he will be present outside this planet as well. Does it matter if he is here? Otherwise Charles and I are alone. “Here ya go, T’Pol. I know you were feeling thirsty, so I picked an extra lot of these berries. They’re pretty juicy, so they should help. “ Yes, so thirsty. the other one complains of it being cold, but I find it unbearably hot. I take the berries readily and begin to devour them. My grasp is too anxious, and I have accidentally scratched his palm. Grabbing his hand with my own, I allow my fingers to trace the red line left by the trickle of blood. Red. Humans associate it with passion. I associate passion with Charles, though I would never have hurt him on purpose. He is wrenching his hand from mine. “T’Pol.” His voice is low and soft – as tender as it was twenty –five years ago. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ “It’s your time of pon far, isn’t it?” “How do you know of it?” “Let’s just say Kov and I kept in touch. How much longer do you have until . . .?” “If I do not mate within the next two days, I shall die.” “I won’t let that happen to ya, T’Pol. You’re my friend, and the love of my best friend’s life. I’m here and if the Enterprise doesn’t show up in time, I’ll help you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I will not let go of his hand. “Help should be here any day now. Hold on, okay? Can you do that?” “No.” “You can’t?” Why does he wish to wait? Always waiting. I do not want to wait. I cling to his hand. “I do not want to.” “I know you don’t, T’Pol. But try, okay?” He sighs. I do not know why. Perhaps he is sad? Or perhaps he is rejecting me. Again. I withdraw my hand easily. “Go.” “T’Pol –" “Get away from me.” Gathering my berries, I turn away from him, so that my back is facing him and concentrate on consumption of my fruit. Behind me the males prattle without purpose. “Thank you for trying to comfort her, Trip. That was nice of you.” “You don’t have to act so surprised, Jon. It’s not like I’ve spent the past 25 years fighting with her.” “I didn’t mean it like that, Trip.” “I know you didn’t. I’m sorry. I’m just worried.” “You think I’m not? She’s my wife, Trip.” The juice that dribbles down my chin is sweet and wet. They remind me of Trip’s kisses. I want to feel those lips on my skin again. I want to feel the warm wetness of his tongue inside my mouth. I want to feel the pain of longing as his tongue is withdrawn, only to be overwhelmed by the intolerable pleasure that accompanied the tongue’s journey down my body. I must stop these thoughts. Trip. . . Charles is correct. I must wait. He will only reject me again. What alternative do I have? There is a voice beside me. “T’Pol, I’m not sure, but I think maybe you’re affected with the same disease that T’Zal had. Is that right?” “Yes.” “Look, T’Pol, I know we haven’t had the easiest marriage the past couple years, but I still love you, and I’m here for you.” The other one is an alternative. I grasp his hands in mine, and feel his fingers across my cheek His touch does nothing to sooth the fire that threatens to consume my veins. Letting go of his hand, I pull my face away from him. “No.” “T’Pol, you’ll have to do something.” “I do not need you to tell me about my condition, Jonathan. Leave me.” He hovers in my space still, and I turn so that my back is now facing him. The shift in position allows me to see Charles again. Though he continues to eat, he is watching us – me. His shirt is open at the top, revealing a small portion of his chest. Humans are made most illogically. Their heart resides in an area so prominent that it would be easy to pierce if an enemy wished to. Vulcans were built with their hearts encased lower, with less vulnerability. Yet the location of his heart allows me to still look upon his face while still being able to listen to the steady beat of his heart. I want to be able to do that again. But he has asked me to wait. I fear I will not be able to wait much longer. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() He continues to eat. His fingers carry the nuts to his mouth. Those fingers once caressed the my skin. They were both tender and rough, depending on exactly what I wanted them to be. Trip’s touches always knew exactly what I yearned for at the exact time I yearned for them. I want to feel his touch again. I ache for it. I need to be back in his arms again. Why does he not know this? He knew last time. Would he rather I die? I *need* him. Yet he denies me. ()()()()()()() It continues. I press my hands to my ears. The monotonous repetition is unbearable. Warm, strong hands grasp my arms. “T’Pol, what’s the matter?” They are the wrong strong hands. I pull away. “Nothing.” “Nothing? T’Pol, you’re rocking back and forth and yelling for something to stoop. Something has to be wrong.” The noise continues. “MAKE it STOP.” “Make what stop?” “The . . . clicking.” “Clicking? T’Pol, those are the planet’s insects. We can’t make them stop unless we kill them all.” “Then DO it!” “T’Pol!” He is surprised. I do not care about his problems at the moment. ()()()()()() “T’Pol, stop pacing, while you?” “Trip is late.” “You must really be sick. You’ve never called him Trip before. And Trip will be back soon, I promise. For god’s sake, T’Pol, sit down.” I sit. Sitting reinforces my aloneness. All I can do when I sit is hear the sound of my pulse and feel how difficult it is to breathe. Cannot breathe. Too hot. Air too stilted. I will leave the shuttle. I will look for Trip. I will breathe fresh air. Those hands – the wrong hands again – are restraining me. “T’Pol where the hell are you going?” “I must find Trip.” “Trip is fine, T’Pol.” “YOU DON’T KNOW THAT.” I am free from the wrong hands. “Hey, T’Pol, where ya goin’?” The right voice returns. I will stay. He offers berries. I take them and suckle them with all my might. “Here ya go, I took longer this time because I know our water ration is pretty low. I was able to get you some more water.” I need him more than the water. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his. “T’Pol –" his voice is quiet. The other voice is not. “T’Pol! What are you doing?” “You know I need to mate.” I lean further into Trip. He is all that holds me upright now. “Not with Trip.” “Jon –" “I want to mate with TRIP.” I touch the side of his face. “Trip. My Trip. I have wanted to call you that for so long. But I have always been forced to call you Charles. You are my Trip.” “T’Pol-" my t’hy’la begins. “Mine. Not Natalie’s. I am yours. Not his.” Again I hear the other one’s voice. “T’Pol, you’re sick. You don’t know what you’re doing.” “Trip, I need you again. Please . . . I must. Please, Trip. I need you.” My t’hy’la speaks again, but he is looking at the other one not me. “You are sure you wouldn’t rather . . . mate with the Admiral?” “I will mate with you or die.” He hesitates. “Do you want me to die, Trip?” “No, T’Pol, of course not.” I wipe the tears from his eyes. “Then be with me, Trip. Do not choose him again. Do not abandon me again. Please.” His grip hardens. “I won’t, T’Pol, I promise.” The other one is still speaking. “Trip, that’s my wife.” “I’m well aware of that, Admiral. But she made it clear she’s not going to mate with you. What do you want me to do, let her die? Because in case no one’s ever explained pon farr to you, that’s what will happen.” “How the hell do you know that? And what the hell does she mean by ‘again’?” “I don’t – I don’t have time to explain right now.” “That’s great, Trip. Just what am I supposed to do while you’re having sex with my wife?” “You could turn around and give us privacy.” The other one grows quiet. Trip takes my hand. “There’s gonna be a mess when this is over, honey.” “Do not leave me.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “Promise.” “I promise.” My years of want end. ()()()()()()()() The End. Haha, just kidding.
Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsHa, ha! That was hilarious! Hooray for T'Pol and Trip. Archer is so clueless. Awesome addition. Your an evil, evil person. This was actually funny! Ha! "Just what am I supposed to do while your having sex with my wife?" "You could turn around and give us privacy." That's right Trip! Your tell em! Give them their privacy Archer... why don't you go back to that woman you were cheating on T'Pol with! Ha! MORE! MORE! MORE! Let's make another Koval!!!!!!! Oh come on Archer! Let em make another Koval!!!! That was hilarious! Ha! Poor Archer... maybe he should go back to that woman he cheated on T'Pol with.... MORE! MORE! MORE! Ha! Triplover made two different comments! You must really like this story! I don't blame you! I do too!!!!!! Sorry! It didn't go on the first time... so I thought I had to make up a new comment! Darn computer! Grrrrrr! Okay... dare I say it? Chapter 11 FAST please! :) :) :) I like...I like a lot! How evil are you though...Archer has to stay in the shuttle while they're going at it!?! Bwahahahahahaha! Serves you right Mr. Blind as a Bat Admiral sir! Oh my, twenty-five years had passed? So Trip is like what, sixty years old? Let's hope he survives all of this, haha! Can't wait for the next chapter, grab all the Muses you can and make it real! :-) Oh Good Lord! Can't believe you had T'Pol lose it in front of Archer and Trip tell him bluntly he would mate with T'Pol because otherwise she would die. I thought she would find a more discreet way to be with him, all I can think now is how hard the crap is going to hit the fan! Evil but gripping, Ali D :~) Very entertaining Samantha. Archer might be very blind and naive but boy o boy did he ever find out the truth the hard way.... right in front of him! Wow. I have to admit. I never expected it to be so "in your face buddy....don't worry Jon old friend, I'll give her a couple a strokes for ya!....Hoo-Hah!" The bomb has been dropped. I can't wait to see how you write the fallout! Great stuff! THIS WAS GREAT! And, btw, that "The End" thing, not funny, I hadn't scrolled far enough down to see that it was a joke. I almost had a heart attack! And, you shouldn't be reading this! You should be writing, writing fast! WRITE! In short, I agree with everyone else. Except the part about "poor Archer." Bah, bastid deserves it. I can't wait to see this mess be cleared. Weeeeeeeeee!! I made my comments to this story at fanfiction.com, but I'll say it here too! WOW! 100 years ago, the life expectancy was 47. The last estimates for today that I've read are ~ 76. Given another 100 years, I assume the LE will only raise again. As I estimate Trip to be anywhere from 55-60 in this story, he's got another thirty-forty years, baring any evil events. Thus, his survival isn't so much about suspending disbelief as it is a logical thought process. He's not a Vulcan, but he's not one foot in the grave, either. You're cruel- I was laughing too. I was snickering all the way through, the entire way, because each line was a step closer to the inevitable. Alright, so where's the real R rated chapter? Or are we not alllowed that pleasure? I almost pity Archer, having to watch. Trip and T'Pol won't care, they'll be off in their own little world-of fire and passion. Not sure Archer really deserved it, but it entertained us! I agree, I wasn't expecting Trip to be so blunt about it. Ah well, he tends to lose his manners under stress. I loved this chapter! How is Archer going to take T'Pol and Trip having sex though? I see an interruption on the horizon. *giggle* Archer will be forced to listen to all the grunting and groaning, or leave the pod and get eaten by the wild animals:)) Oh that is beautiful! How did T'pol survive her last three cycles, without Trip? PK, My bad! I forgot about her frequent 'activity' with Archer. Oh, that is just a disturbing thought! Oh my god!! That is just too funny ... you're kinda twisted ... NOT that there's anything wrong with that. Waiting for your next installment. |