Needing-txt

Needing

By Sue

Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
E-Mail: susieqla@yahoo.com
Website: None.
Category: Romance/Het
Summary: Trip needs, so does T'Pol.
Archive: All Enterprise archives are fine.
Disclaimer: “Star Trek Enterprise” is the property of Paramount and its subsidiaries. I am not making any profit from this.
Spoiler(s): “Divergence”

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Old habits died hard, and T'Pol was the hardest habit Trip knew he had to break but somehow couldn't. Break from her splendor and, as he had once mused while recalibrating intake variables on Columbia, the unique way she had of reading him. Was the moody beauty really the one for him? If it weren't for his lovesick heart, he would have had his answer long ago. There'd never be another woman like T'Pol...his T'Pol.

So here he was, standing outside her quarters with his hand a moment away from chiming her. He laughed to himself, then at himself, telling himself that he was going to come clean. Or at least something close enough to it. Even aboard Columbia, he wasn't free of his lovely Vulcan. Funny, though being physically separated, they
had never seemed so one in thought and intentions.

Like I never left, in a way...

He activated the hailer and waited, straining to hear any signs of life behind her door. Casually, the thought of how he might be disturbing her while she meditated, ran through his mind. Trip stooped over a bit, thinking this was a feeble idea. Upon straightening up, a feeling of reassurance suffused him.

"Please...enter..." There was a slight pause, and T'Pol spoke again. "Trip..."

Weird, he thought, but amended it, considering that it wasn't any weirder than some of the things that went through his mind about her aboard Columbia. When he stood inside her quarters, the sight that greeted his eyes gave him pause. T'Pol wore...well, there wasn't any other way to describe it, a negligee. Where had she picked up this hot little number? The clingy, salmon-y nightie was in no way see-through, but it left little to the imagination, especially his overactive one which had been working overtime ever since his new assignment had begun.

"Did I catch ya at a bad time?" He hoped like heck he hadn't. Seeing her, this vision, in his dreams day and night could never do justice to the real breathtaking lady, regardless of how crappy she'd treated him. How was it snuggling up with her holy book, Trip wondered.

T'Pol put the Kir'Shara aside, looking up at him from the assortment of snow-crisp white cushions she sat upon, like a majestic ruler, granting an audience. "Not at all. I am nearing the completion of my contemplations."

"Hey, now that's quite an accomplishment. No doubt about it. When you set your mind to do somethin', it's as good as done."

"Completing my evaluation of what it means to be Vulcan is an important goal," T'Pol asserted.

"I know that's right, and I'm proud of ya." Trip began feeling as though he was intruding. He couldn't help it. Though together again, they were at very different places in their lives even though he’d left a short while ago. He took a deep breath and stiffened his lip. "Ya know, maybe I should forget about this." He looked away from T'Pol and muttered, "What was I thinkin'?" Especially since he'd been treating her worse than dirt ever since he'd come back.

She rose from the floor in a fluid move, and initiated approaching him. "Forget about what?" T'Pol inquisitively asked, sensing censure in his pattern of thought.

"Nah, nah, it's okay. I'll see ya tomorr-- Oh, hey, liked the way you handled yourself in Engineering today. Grace under pressure fits you to a tee. Always did."

T'Pol remembered his running to her after the reactor flare-up, bracing his hand against her side and crouching beside her protectively. "Trip, why did you come here?"

"To fix the engines...ya knew damn well I couldn't let the ship..." Affectionately, he amended, "Our ship blow up right out from under ya."

"That is not what I meant. Why did you wish to see me?"

Wanting to stop his pestering as quickly as possible, Trip began backing his way out toward the door. When would he learn his lesson? She wasn’t his girl, never had been, never would be. Enough was enough. T'Pol followed. What he'd had in mind had 'just leave it alone why can't you' written all over it. What made him think anything had changed between them? "I should've thought twice about this. I'm botherin' ya, bothered ya enough as it is. I'll go. 'Ni—“

"Trip!" T'Pol said emphatically.

The chief engineer halted his backward retreat, dead in his tracks. "Yeah?" he exclaimed, unable to foil his reflexive flinch.

"What do you want?"

Want? What do I want? Everythin' I wish ya could give, but can't...love, happiness...you. I can't believe I'm standin' here comin' off like Starfleet's biggest clod. "A good night's sleep," he answered honestly.

Neither looking surprised nor sounding it, of course, T'Pol wasn't fishing when she stated, "You are having difficulty sleeping." Not waiting for Trip's confirmation, she confirmed, "You are." And in the same breath, "Earlier, you said you weren't."

Deadpanning, yet feeling his heart lurch, Trip fessed up, "I lied. I haven't had a descent night's rest since ditch--I mean boardin' Columbia. I know, I know...I should've told ya, but me and my damned pride."

"I see," T'Pol said, sounding like a revered sage while regarding him with softening eyes. She wondered if she should make a similar confession. Her REM patterns were erratic ever since Trip had gone away.

"I was thinkin' that maybe...uh..."

"Why did you lie?" T'Pol was a hairsbreadth from his face. She sensed the indecision rolling off him. "Why--"

"You know why, T'--T'Pol. I." He sighed deeply. "I have a face to save. What's changed?" He looked at her pointedly. "With all that's happened lately, I've begun askin' myself why too." Shrugging, he gave her door a glance sideways. "I'd better go. Let you get your
rest."

"Trip, wait." T'Pol nimbly headed him off. His fleeting expression of not being able to guess what she was up to amused her. "Neuropressure?" she offered as though she had the power of life and death over him, but could hardly wait to spare him by giving the thumbs up.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you could read my mind." Trip scratched his head, looking the scamp, and liking that she enjoyed him so when he was one. "I'm that obvious, huh?"

"It is obvious you made the logical decision coming to me for assistance."

"Thanks..." Then tactfully he said, "I really could use your help...that is...if you wouldn't mind."

She decided she'd tell him what her true feelings were, for once. "I was hoping you'd come to me."

Trip did a double take. What? She wanted him here? "Ya don't say..." Funny, he thought, their acting as though no things strained and misunderstood had ever happened with them. Was there some hope for them after all? There was always hope, he insisted...his feelings for her hadn't radically altered. They'd just gone through the mill, so to speak. Why, now he thought about her night and day.

Trip sounded nervous. "I was kind of hopin' you'd take some pity on me. For old time's sake...ya know..."

Directing him to the cushions, making sure only one remained so he could prop his head upon it, T'Pol instructed, "Please, remove your shirt."

Trip wasted no time, whipping his T-shirt up over his head, handing it off to T'Pol and getting into one of the many rudimentary postures that would facilitate the progressions to more advanced positions. Lazily, while stretching out, it struck him as sweet, the way she'd carefully folded his shirt before placing it on the desk. She'd even run her hand over it a time or two.

Then, T'Pol saw to him. Her hands were inspired healers, her dedication to this restorative practice impressed him all over again. In just these several minutes of her diligent ministrations, Trip was already feeling like a new man. She had him exactly where he wanted to be, and grateful didn't come close to hitting the depth of his gratitude. Somewhere between a murmur and a yawn, he expressed, "I can't thank ya enou--"

That presents no problem, T'Pol thought in the recesses of her calculating mind. "I remind you not to speak," she gently told him, mindful to keep the posturing out of her voice as her hands flowed from one fleshy contact of pressure to the next. "Breathe normally. You remember."

"Everythin'," Trip said, doing so with his drawl as thick as golden marmalade. "It's all good..."

The softness of his skin enticed her all over again, as it had that first time, giving him what Phlox had recommended would be better for him than all the drugs he'd been taking. This possessing man was in her soul... as she lived and breathed.

"I...re.mem...ah," Trip acknowledged, slowly exhaling, controlling his breathing as he'd been schooled. "You're the best teacher I ever could've had..." Sounding dreamy, he moaned and the sensuality of it languished in T'Pol's sensitive ears. She licked her lips, reminding herself of what he'd come here for...this and not that, but she wanted that...him. She knew if it went that way, he would hardly mind. Neuropressure lent itself so naturally.

"T’...T'Pol? Huh? What the--" He could tell the difference between soft fingers and softer lips, blazing a fiery trail along his tingling flesh. Hers were planting soft, sensuous kisses down his back. The hairs on the nape of his neck rose. When she reached the small of his back, she traveled up, but he swore her lips had brushed one of his butt cheeks. This was no daydream, although what she was doing to him now was the substance of one of his particular favorites. He'd had it just the other day right before someone had informed him that Hernandez was paying Engineering a routine visit.

When T'Pol reached his shoulders, rubbing her cheek over their muscular ridge, Trip flipped over, staring into her eyes full force. Her adorable breasts practically spilled from the flimsy bodice of her nightie and Trip flashbacked to how supple they felt to the touch; he could almost feel them at that very moment. T'Pol went for his mouth which hung wide open, as though the hunger in her eyes would devour him whole.

He let her; he needed the energetic animation of her tongue feasting on his, it had been ages since hers had teased his. When he begged for a little air because she was starving his lungs, T'Pol indulged him...frugally. After he gasped a little, she snookered him and was back for more. Yet, before Trip let her continue in earnest, he said, "T'Pol..." She was halfway into his mouth again, rubbing her right palm over, then lightly pinching his steepling nipple.

"T'--Baby, what are ya doin'?" he demanded, his eyes agog. Involuntarily, he shivered, his body betraying how much he wanted this because it was really happening.

"This is no dream either of the diurnal or nocturnal varieties," she said, her breath coming in wispy pants. Her hand ventured into welcoming territory as, with excruciating deliberateness, it glided along his length. She liked feeling him contract each time she stroked him, stroking him harder.

Making him sweat, T'Pol spread her body over him as Trip matched her pants. "Didn't think so, but we're coverin' familiar ground here. We've done this before, just like this...exactly like this. When it first started happenin', I couldn't figure out why."

"And later..."

"Later I just went with it, like I'm so gonna go with it now. Anythin' for you, baby, and you do it so right. Best part is, you're really here, not a figment. I need you so bad. No more denyin' how much I miss ya, want ya. How much I still care even if you won't ever feel the same. I will. I'll never get you out of my system, you know it, I know it...and know what? It's so okay I never do. You're the best I'll ever know and love with the final beat of my heart, as the final breath leaves my lungs. Darlin', you're my family. Dang, it’s how I really feel."

"Then, you know what comes next," T'Pol tantalized, haltingly, delicately squeezing the impressive bulge tenting his shorts.

"Damn straight, baby...like I said anythin’ for you..."

"I am of the same opinion. I am yours..."

This was incredible. She certainly wasn't the closed-off woman he'd left Enterprise to get away from. What had come over T'Pol?

Smiling like a sotted drunk, Trip widened his eyes, nodding, knowing deep in his soul what she was capable of. Curving his hand, and placing possessive fingers and thumb at her neck where her pulse throbbed, he cinched her down to his mouth again. He thrust his greedy tongue into her mouth and took what he wanted. Raspily, he whispered, "Indulge me a slight variation on this steamy theme." He raised his torso, propping himself up on his elbows, then made his intention clear that he'd like to stand. Again, begrudgingly, T'Pol permitted him to. "We're too good for the floor. What are we, critters in heat, or two lonely people who want to pleasure the hell out of each other with a measure of comfort unlike our very first time."

"Agreed." Cooperating, T'Pol let him scoop her up into his arms, after he'd shed his sweatpants, and carried her to her bunk. Trip set her down upon it on his knees, dropping himself flush alongside her. Playfully, he tugged at her nightie when she'd begun fingering the waistband of his shorts. "We are wearing too much..."

"No argument with that." He let her remove his shorts and she allowed him to divest her of her barely there covering. His hands lingered for a long time at her bosom, pebbling her nipples. "How I caught the eye of the pin-up girl of my dreams, I'll never know." Pressing his lips against the nipple of her left breast, Trip closed his eyes, inhaling her exotic bouquet, tenderly sucking on her. T'Pol imprisoned his head between her hands and pushed him into herself harder. A strangled breath issued from him as he gushed like what he felt building within him. "Baby, you're sex with pointy ears." In one not so gentle stroke, T'Pol had him pinned on his back as she rubbed him down everywhere with her corpulent breasts swaying like paddles with life of their own.

Her eyes were on fire, which matched what was in his, with desire that was about to cremate his core. "I remember all that you like."

"Do me, baby--do me anyway you please, and bet your life I'll do the same for you..." Trip clamped his hands on her seductive hips and clung, digging his fingers into her flesh, leaving a stark impression.

"As you did for our first experience, and as you shall for as long as you want me."

"Need you," Trip asserted, feeling his brain explode within his head. "Need you like those corruptin' subroutines needed purgin'." Wrestling with a mind that was on the verge of shutting down, he attested, "I'll never stop wantin' you. Just when I think you couldn't stand the sight of me, you give me what I've craved ever since night one. Your bein' full of surprises doesn't come close. I
left our ship thinkin' you hated my guts...and now--"

T'Pol stopped sucking his lower lip long enough to avow, "As I said, I never hated you."

"That's right, you did. In the daydream. The one on the beach..."

T'Pol nodded, humoring him. She wanted to enjoy this first, without complicating the matter of what they had between them now, the link that moored them to each other. "Not you or your intestinal anatomy."

"Like I said, guts." Trip cradled her face between his hands, wanting her to know beyond a shadow of any doubt. "I love you, baby. You know me, stubborn as they come." He smiled, hoping she'd realize the pun. I'll never feel any different."

"As I love you, ashayam. And as you constantly remind me, I'm more stubborn." Raking her hands through his hair, then nesting them in it, she vouched, "We are bound. I will need you for as long as either of us lives." Her eyes branded the look of 'you are mine, never to be separated, though separate' into his. "You are my mate. It is reality. There is no going back, as I shall never want to." She possessed the contact points on his face, watching his libidinal facial expression melt into one of molten ecstasy.

"Darlin', T'Pol! Ba--I'm on fire--!"

"It is shared," T'Pol reinforced, shocking, and crazing his mind, consuming him in her torrents of love-laced lust. Trip, her willing victim of passionate adoration, whimpered she never stop as her fine, bronze body possessed his as never before, her mind orchestrating every nuance, as well as every raw instinct.

"Don't leave me alone, never leave me alone, light of my life." Trip convulsed in the crush of mental arms which blurred significant aspects of his being. Powerful limbs staved off all doubts and fears she and he once unknowingly held in common. His mind lapped up what was in hers and T'Pol's mind knew chaos, but welcomed her lover with open arms.

"Our minds are one..."

"Our minds, hearts, bodies the whole ball of wax," Trip, hollered, wheezing in spite of the many breaths he was forced to take. He hadn't realized he had spoken those words to her in his mind. He was locked in the grips of the strongest sexual frenzy he'd ever had in his life. It was sheer delirium--entrancing, engulfing, enriching, hellaciously all T'Pol. She was loving him to death and resurrecting him all over again with every jolt she lovingly infused into his erotic body.

Gulping more air, but feeling strangely calmer now in that instant, as though, incredibly, he was looking down at their conjoined bodies, Trip let go a breath just as deep as the love he felt for his mate...his body and soul.

Uncertainties his mind felt it must pose, along with any attendant speculations, bled off. All he felt was bliss as sweet as the molasses he used to eat straight from the jar when he was a very young child.

T'Pol, the thought of her being his mate resurfaced though. Having slipped past her shields, idyllic thoughts about her being such infatuated him. Trip also sensed T'Pol's delight. It was wondrous, a crazy high to know what she seemed to be thinking. Irresistible not to speculate. How was it possible? What explained this phenomenon? She had spoken of their being bound.

Instinctively, and from the little he understood from the smattering of Vulcan knowledge he had gleaned from various sources, he realized it signified they were married, in a way. Although no ritual associated with a ceremony had been performed, he felt as though they were. T'Pol, you're it, he thought and gave her behind a naughty smack. Aw...he was much too sated to give what she'd said further
convoluted thought for the time being. He'd know more later, once she explained. This insight came from her and it satisfied him the way her body had just done. His faith in her would never be the same. She had revived it, had buttered his soul. He knew she had his best interests at heart, he just did.

Trip hoped this truly wasn't a dream. He couldn't bear losing this kittenish version of T'Pol. He was drunk on love--hers--and he was content to stay that way. If she could read his mind, and still love him, that said a lot about her love for him. "Love me?" Trip invited, sounding groggy but replete. "I think I heard right."

"Your hearing nearly rivals mine..." T'Pol assured, cherishing his filling her completely, and he, her. "You are my love." She kissed him deeply again, as the strains of what they'd ridden together leveled off. Desirous of soothing him, T'Pol caressed Trip's face until her touch lulled him and he passed out. It was not an imposition she objected to. He was where he belonged, always would. His flaccid genital embedded deeply inside her body completed her. She thought this, wrapping her arms around Trip tighter, until she too shut her eyes and contentedly drifted off.

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Before Trip was fully awake he realized that he hadn't dreamed any of what had happened with T'Pol last night. To his utter amazement, he was still buried in her, and he couldn't have been more delighted. His shaft was in its initial throes of plumping up, and despite this, he carefully pulled out of his sweetheart who was still sound asleep. At least she appeared to be.

He didn't know what time it was, and really didn't care. He wanted to stay like this with her the whole day, but that wasn't thinking with his head...more like another body part which was reminding him that it needed some attention. Besides, he wasn't a guest on Enterprise, he had work to do, and lots of it. Troubleshooting Engineering, making positive that Kelby could efficiently keep these engines, his engines, up and running was why he was here. What T'Pol had thrown in was a decided perk.

Worshipful eyes ascended to the peaks of her ears, and instead of deflating his genital, Trip grew harder, still. Innocently, he thought, those ears of hers are such a turn-on...oh, yeah... As his hand sought to relieve some of his pressure, he was struck by the sight of T'Pol smiling. His hand froze where it was, sheathing his turgid cock.

"Well I'll be damned," he whispered. "The little dickens ...it's not that she can't...she's too busy keepin' her guard up all the time to let one rip..."

She was wearing the genuine article, which made him grin because she wasn't wearing anything else except that honest-to-goodness smile. Again, the thought dawned on him that his thought had touched her mind. Her being either awake or asleep didn't mean anything, as he was starting to discern. That powerful mind of hers always seemed to be at different levels of consciousness. His seemed to be getting that way too.

T'Pol shifted suddenly so her back was spooned up against Trip's front. Unable to resist, he caressed the beckoning curvature of her left hip, letting his hand rest atop its highest point. At the same time, his teeth found their way to the lower portion of her earlobe,and he savored its feel between them. He reveled in the scent she was bathed in...his. He dropped his hand to her sexy belly and anchored it there, captivated by its flatness a bodybuilder would envy. Two fingers inched their ways to her sensitive opening and were lost in her thick folds which felt endless and so wet. Trip licked the tip of her ear. Mine, he thought, the idea heady and humbling at the same time. His lips grazed her fay face.

Yours, T'Pol directed to him, and she felt his mind wince. Her smile broadened as she moaned her unbridled response to what his fingers were doing to her. She ground against them, saturating them, and she was utterly undone. "Trrrrripppp..."

"Hey, baby."All right, she's awake, he anticipated, no need for him to curtail his erection after all. "Mornin', sweetcheeks," he poured into the ear he'd been sampling and rubbed his taut cock against her tush. "Guess who?"

"Guesswork is illogical. You are my beloved, and none other." Reaching behind herself, in-between them, T'Pol wrapped her hand around his shaft, maneuvering herself so his swollen member could be where his fingers had been seconds ago. She arched her spine up fully as he entered her. Trip took his time; they both liked this slow. He held still, savoring the feel of T'Pol's powerful muscles clench his cock like a vise. Her hips tilted higher, lending him acute penetration.

Sharply, clearly overcome by his mate's raw animal instincts, Trip began pumping in and out of her until their bodies sheened, bathed in sweet sweat. Trip had T'Pol's arms above her head; their hands clenched, their fingers intertwined, as though they'd been welded together. T’Pol’s legs, crossed at her ankles, were clamped around Trip's torso, as he continued pumping into her strong and deep. The stars amalgamated before their eyes and supernova'ed as one gigantic conflagration that roared out of control.

The explosive sounds Vulcan and Human made erupted in the Spartan quarters. T'Pol was rife with his seed. They climaxed powerfully together in perfect synch. It was truly amazing how that seemed to be the case since they had begun making love. It was so extraordinary that Trip couldn't let it go without mentioning it each time. The phrase, 'coming together,' took on a whole new significance for the chief engineer. His hand caressed her breasts leisurely. Trip heard T'Pol speak his name softly many times. Her Human, she believed the correct terminology was, 'a stud.'

As they gradually calmed, yet still basked in the velvety afterglow of love thoroughly sated, the couple cuddled. It hadn't taken long for T'Pol to adapt to what appeared to her to be customary with her Human. Trip, as though reading her mind and he truly began believing he could, said, "We're bound..." He dipped his finger in the dark circles beneath her eyes, tracing the telltale tinge. T'Pol was beautiful, always would be in his eyes, but she had been looking a bit piqued lately. "I told you, now you tell me. How've you been sleepin'?"

T'Pol raised herself, settling her face into the crook of Trip's neck and curled into him some more. "Not well since your departure."

"You could've told me, ya know. What happens when I go back to Columbia?" He detected some reluctance to reply on her part. "I'm not pickin' up too much right now." T'Pol was shielding her mind from his to an extent. As soon as she saw concern mask his face, she reconsidered. Still unsure about how we was going to react to the rest of this unexpected development, she decided, as she'd told him in one of the dreams, they must trust each other completely. "Tell me. I'm not here to judge you, push you away--not anymore--or punish you. I couldn't forget about you if I tried, and believe me I was tryin'."

"If you go, I won't fare well."

"Because of our being bonded."

She spoke as though it were a resignation. "Yes. I never anticipated this happening. I was attracted to you for some time, but I never imagined for a moment a bond could somehow develop. It is highly improbable."

"Yeah, okay. Havin' sex that first time might have had a little to do with it, don't ya think? You said I was your sexual experiment, but your eyes said somethin' totally different."

"What did they say?"

"...Want you...and not just for experimental purposes."

"You are quite perceptive for a Human."

"I have my moments, and then again, it's you. I read you, baby, I so read you. You denied it, but now I know how hard your mama's death's been on ya. I have eyes. I saw in the white room. But, hey, all your secrets are safe with me." Trip stroked T'Pol's forehead with his thumb. T'Pol closed her eyes, knowing peace. "So, what does our havin' this bond mean?"

T'Pol thought over all he'd said. "Though you aren't Vulcan, your leaving might have dire repercussions for me..."

Concern saturated his voice. "Dire? Like what?"

"The farther away you are, the stronger our bond can become...but..."

"But?" Trip asked pointedly.

"Physically, I could suffer adverse effects. I could become very ill."

“Die’s what you mean.” The thoughts in his head went spinning in all different directions. He realized his having those wild dreams, both day and night, were attributable to their bond. He knew he should feel pretty upset about it, but he couldn't quite bring himself to berate her. God, he loved her like there was no tomorrow. Despite her, duplicities, she meant everything to him. If she needed to use him, she could, and he'd thank her for doing it. "Darlin', I don't want ya sufferin' anythin', at anytime, anywhere. How could I live with myself knowin’ you were dyin’?

“Gravely ill, perhaps.”

“The hell with that! You need me to stay, be here with ya, then I'm here. No ifs ands or buts."

"But your--"

"I SAID no BUTS. I cleared out of here because I judged you didn't need me, you wanted me to get lost, so I did. It hurt so bad, worse than hell. I had to leave."

Humbly, in a meek voice, T'Pol admitted, "Trip, I need you. I was confused...and...frightened by your love."

"And now?"

"I need your love...most of all."

"Then, baby, you've got my love for the long haul. Maybe if we went to Phlox he could get me back here on some kind of medical dispensation, or somethin'." Tenderly, he kissed the crown of her head. "Wild horses couldn't drag me away from ya."

"Undomesticated equines..."

"Huh?"

T'Pol shook her head; it wasn't important. "It was merely something I overheard a crew member say in reference to one of Earth's televised serials from the ancient past. I believe it was referred to as sci-fi. The crew member called it...'Stargate SG-One.'"

"Don't get me started, darlin'. It's one of my classics of the classics." He winked down at her. "So, we can read each other's minds."

"Only if that is desired. Shielding is possible. I will never enter your mind and peruse at will if you don't wish me to."

"Like violatin' me. I'm glad ya told me that. This is a lot to digest." Deciding he needed to say so, Trip did. "I should be angry...and well, a moment ago, darlin', I could feel myself all set to blow my top."

"Why anger?"

"Why?"

"We were in each other's dreams, minds, due to our subconscious need for each other."

"Look, what do I know? I'm just this guy who's head over heels in love with ya, so much in love that...you stomp on my heart, I turn it over and offer you the other side." Looking doubtful, Trip expressed, "Could ya teach me how to shield? Is that possible, honey? Not that I'd make a habit out of hidin' stuff from ya intentionally. Say, for example, I get ya a gift, and wanna surprise ya. I wouldn't want ya to know. Bein' in the privacy of one's mind isn't a snap to surrender. Not for Humans, at least."

T'Pol nodded against him, fully cognizant of his opinion and how much she wanted to reassure him in everything. Kissing his chest, she vowed she wouldn't have her mate compromised in any way unless he wanted to be. "We must explore any latent telepathic abilities you might possess and work from there. Since my living among Humans, I have come to appreciate that yours is a species of diverse, hidden talents."

"Those of your species are certainly no slouches in the talent department. Here I am, havin' fallen the hardest I ever have in my life for the 'creme' of the 'creme.'" Trip ran his hand up and down her soft, lean arm. "Telepathy one-oh-one...all right. Could be fun. I've already got an advantage."

"And what would that be?" T'Pol asked, looking up at him quizzically.

"I'm the teacher's pet." He chuckled directly into her ear then kissed its shell, focusing special attention on its tip.

Startling him, T'Pol tantalized in a sultry voice, "Is that one 'turning you on' as well, ashayam?"

"As if you don't know," Trip replied, sounding racy, pinching her rear end. He felt better than he had in such a long while. "Think the cap'n would marry us if we asked him real nice?"

Amazed, and sounding it, because she never considered Trip's thinking along those lines, T'Pol responded, "We are married, in the truest sense of what being married means to Vulcans."

"Works for me, darlin'...only..."

"Only?"

"See...and you can call me crazy if ya want to--"

"Crazy," T'Pol primly complied and Trip smacked her butt this time, so she did the same to his.

"Yeah, crazy...for you. That's it in a nutshell. Cute, baby, real cute. No, seriously, I have this vision of you veiled, dressed in white...and Mal bein' the best man."

"I know of this vision..."

"Do tell. Well, I know...you've been married before, but I never have...and I...I kinda thought maybe you'd want to be in a ceremony with me..." He looked a little crestfallen then, figuring maybe he was asking too much. Something soft and warm brushed his mind.

"Best man?"

"The groom's closest friend who stands with him while the groom says his vows. The feminine counterpart's called the maid of honor. Hoshi, huh? Sure, hands down."

T'Pol fastened her hand to his right shoulder and squeezed. "Would my participation in your Human ceremony please you, beloved?"

"It sure would...unless you wouldn't want to go through with it for some reason."

"I have no objection, Trip. I will do what is important to you." A marginal sort of frown crossed her face. "I suppose the quartermaster could produce some form of white garment."

"T'Pol..."

"Yes, ashayam?"

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"Words are unnecessary."

Trip nodded, openly aware. Their bodies melded together as their minds embraced. In perfect unison, Human and Vulcan said in celebration, "I read your mind..."

Snickering, Trip kissed the front of her shoulder, then her forehead. "Yep, now it's readin' minds...what'll it be next?" T'Pol opened her mouth to say something, but he headed her off. "Know what? Let's save that discussion for later. All I wanna do is make love. It's
easier talkin’ over things I could never dream up after we make our style of lovin’...” He nuzzled her cheek. “Hot."

Amused, T'Pol studied his grinning face. "'Hot loving?'"

"The hottest! Scorchin’. Oooooh, baby, you know how to fry me up like catfish in a pan."

"Proceed..."

"I'll proceed all right. All over you," Trip said, laughing heartily, with a spicy edge to it. He burrowed his face into her neck and sucked. T'Pol beamed, making sure he saw, after he kissed the breath out of her.

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Ohhh! Hot!! I'm fanning myself. I might have to attack my husband when he comes home. Have you thought of a part II, that is, the rest of the crew's take on the relationship, or at least a follow up on the wedding and "honeymoon?"

Hmmm.

If they have a Vulcan ceremony too, who will stand in as the executioner?

Looks around gets realy sad, Damn what a time to be single now that Im all Horny. Please make a sequel.

Way hot! Although T'Pol must be some kind of contortionist to have her legs around his torso if he's behind her, but hey, she's Vulcan, and mighty flexible.

WOW!!!

This is the best fanfic I've read in a LONG time. This really needs a sequel...perhaps taking place during the honeymoon or wedding!

WOOOWEEEEEE!!!Now that my friend was as the Trubinator says, the best fanfic I've read in a long time. Please do a sequel, cos I can't wait to see Hoshi's and Malcom's face.