Boysenberry Kiss

Boysenberry Kiss

By Sue
E-MAIL: susieqla@yahoo.com
RATING: PG, Fluff, Recipes
SPOILERs: The Expanse
ARCHIVE: Yes, unnecessary to ask.
DISCLAIMER: Enterprise is the property of Paramount. No profit is being made.
SUMMARY: Trip and T'Pol vignette...

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"It's called a boysenberry kiss," he says, handing her a glass, and inviting her to, "try it."

"What is it?" She hesitates, judging him to be too sure of himself, and judging the merits of giving in. She weighs the consequences if she allows herself this small indulgence for his sake.

"A cocktail."

"An alcoholic beverage."

"Yeah, a very tasty one. Aw, c'mon, T'Pol. Live a little. It'll relax ya. Take some of the edge off."

"It would seem you've already started on your edges, Commander."

Chuckling, he responds with a syrupy sigh, "You promised you'd make it Trip tonight." He swirls the rose-colored liquid in the glass at her again."For me?"

The bouquet of the beverage fills her nose, and she thinks that its aroma is pleasing in a transcendent sort of way. "Your concoction?" she asks with a spiky raise of her eyebrow as she accepts the proffered glass.

"Uh huh, but I haven't felt like whippin' it up in ages. I figured we've got reason to celebrate. What with your decidin' to stick with us so we don't get ourselves killed in this freaky stretch of uncharted space."

T'Pol stares at him unrelentingly after his wink. "You need me..." Trip winks at her again, and its being accompanied with the brush of his knee against hers surprises her more than she lets on.

"Drink up..."

"Very well." The taste bombards her senses. It is strong and sweet, intoxicating and she likes it just about as much as she likes being here with him, alone in the mess hall with the lights subdued. She closes her eyes. It occurs to her that he tastes like the drink now. She wants to know, but the very idea jolts her until she realizes she has wanted to taste him for some time, with the taste of boysenberry upon his lips, or not.

A second jolt hits her as the soft introduction of his lips to hers drives her from her private reverie.

"So good," he says at last once she opens her eyes that look dewy to him. "Forgive me for takin' the liberty, but you looked so temptin' like that. Like your lips wanted a little company..."

"It's not going to be the same between us, is it?" T'Pol states without complete control of her voice, and Trip smiles long and lovingly at her.

"Scared?" When she does not answer right away, he amends, "Poor word choice. "Repulsed?"

Her swallow is noticeable. "Surprised."

He nods, as though in agreement which is swiftly followed by a raise of his glass. Touching his glass to hers, he says, "Well...to surprises...and...kisses."

They drink, and kiss again. The twinkles in Trip's eyes do the rest.

The End

Boysenberry Kiss (makes 2 cocktails)

6 tbsp. Vodka
2 tbsp. Chambord, (Blackberry Liquer)
2 tsp. Fresh squeezed lemon juice
Crushed ice
Whole boysenberry for garnish
Lemon peel twist for garnish

Place the vodka, Chambord, lemon juice and ice in a
cocktail shaker and shake to combine. Strain the mixture
into a chilled martini glass, drop in a boysenberry and
rest a lemon twist on the rim of the glass.

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Three people have made comments

Wonderful! Loved this to bits! And who wouldn't want a Trip Cocktail? Very sweet and beautifully written. Thank you for appealing to my shippy heartstrings(tug, tug) - Ali D :~)

Mmmmmmmm, tasty!

Lovely! I want to try it. The drink, of course ;^) .