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Mood Swing-Pt 13Mood Swing By Sue E-MAIL: susieqla@yahoo.com NOTES: On-going series of vignettes focusing on this pair’s developing relationship.
******************************** Commander Tucker is under the impression that I've been avoiding him. Where does he get such illogical notions? As I tactfully reminded him, we meet three times a week for neuropressure. Is he hinting for extra sessions? Instead of teasing, he could come right out and ask me for additional sessions. I wouldn't object. I enjoy our sessions; I look forward to them, more than he realizes. They give me the excuse I secretly harbor to run my hands over his excellent physique, without his suspecting that the feel of his muscular yet wonderfully supple body excites me. Touching him, sensing the nature of his needs, exhilarates me more and more with the ending of each session. I don't know why it should, but denying it does is pointless. I wonder what he'd say, or do, if at our next session I told him exactly what I feel for him. Would he put me off the way he did when we met for our first session? He was flattered by what he thought was my making sexual advances, but he was clearly not interested, and at the time, neither was I. But things have changed. The hunger for him grows within me, with no signs of abating. Sometimes, it's all I can do to keep my mind on my duties. The Xindi problem isn't going away by itself. Captain Archer depends on me even more now than when we first entered the Expanse to supply him with the right answers necessary to defeat Earth's most menacing foe to date. Do I seek only the easing of my tensions, or something more from the unpredictable Commander? Does it go against all my Vulcan principles, and tenets that I prize more than life itself to admit that I need him? I need him...I do...need him... I've come far; the idea of needing him doesn't make me cringe. I used to, whenever he stood closer than my keen sense of smell could tolerate. Now, the closer I am to him, the more I long to be even closer. What if I tried with real intent, this time? Would his reaction be the same? I'll never know unless I try... "Don't be such a stranger," he calls after me once I've turned to go, my assistance no longer required. "There's more to life than neuropressure, ya know..." I don't turn around so he isn't privy to my slight nod. I know; there is, indeed.
Return to Mood Swing Menu page Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A handful of people have made commentsCome on T'Pol, tell him! I did enjoy this and can't wait for the next part. Thanks, Ali D :~) Nice little set up for "Harbinger". Good job! Yes Tpol, go and tell him.!! That was awesome. I love to see what she's thinking. And as Ali D. said, come on T'Pol tell him! Oh T'Pol... you just don't get it! Sim should have given you a clue but you refuse to believe it... he's in love... tell him!!!! Nice job... I think this will be interesting when Harbinger comes along. |