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Beta Testing

Author - TheCursor | B | Genre - Fluff | Genre - Humor | Main Story | Rating - R
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Beta Testing

By THECURSOR

Rating R
Disclaimer: I am the proud owner of a crappy computer, a high mileage black Saturn Sedan, a questionable pair of BVD briefs, and bootleg copies of 5 seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on video tape. Sadly, I do not own Star Trek.
Spoilers: Some future spoilers but they're teeny-tiny.

A/N: Thanks for the much needed beta by Stub!

A/N: So here I am, stuck at my parent's house for the holidays with nothing to do and dirty sweaty Skinamax on satellite TV every Friday night. I've never REALLY written a fic this blatantly smutty before and I'm incredibly worried about crossing that thin line between sexy and bad taste (something male fic authors do almost without realizing it most of the time) So I would appreciate any input I can get.

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"What the hell is it?"

Most of the crew was gathered around the tall, tool shed sized machine that had been set up in the center of cargo bay four and gazed at it with wide-eyed confusion. Foreign looking technology was hardly a new to the Enterprise, nearly every week there was some new kind of alien device cluttering up the hallways or threatening to blow up the ship. But it wasn't every day that Starfleet sent new stuff to a ship that, while prestigious, was already obsolete in comparison to the new vessels the designers at the newly founded Utopia Planitia Shipyards were cranking out every year or so. Nevertheless, there it was. New gear with a big, bright Starfleet logo on the side.

Seeing the reaction this newly installed piece of equipment was causing, Commander Trip Tucker started his presentation early without the Captain. "This is called a Holographic Recreation Chamber," he said in a loud voice. "Or a Holo-Booth if ya' prefer."

There was a low rumble as every began speaking at once. "I've heard about these!" Lieutenant Malcolm Reed said above the din. "I saw them on Mars last time I was on leave, they're those solid light hologenerators."

"Well, yes and no." Reaching into a nearby foot locker, Tucker removed what looked like an all black body suit covered with neural sensors and monitors. "The ones you saw on Mars were probably the full sized jobs with the contact sensors in the light beams. If we had those, I'd need ta' shut off an entire deck just to power it and use that same unpowered deck to HOUSE the friggin thing. " The thought of an entire deck just for holograms disgusted the Engineer and he was already grumbling over the power drain this single machine was causing. But that didn't slow down his technical explanation and Trip held up the body suit in his hands so everyone could see. "This one's a lot smaller and requires a full length sensor suit for the user to feel sensation but the principles are pretty much the same."

Malcolm realized he knew exactly where this technology had come from and took yet another opportunity to remind Tucker of his dubious historical honor. "Guess there was an upside to you getting knocked up after all."

"Cram it."

There would have been more ribbing but Captain Jonathon Archer's appearance marked the end of the joking and teasing. Most of the crew snapped to rigid attention as soon as he strolled onto the catwalk overlooking the cargo bay. "All right, everybody settle down so I can explain why it's here. With the escalating political conflict on Vulcan and the Klingons occupation of Krios Prime, Starfleet says that they're considering cutting everybody's leave time down from a month every six months to two weeks…per year."
A collective groan rose up from the gathered crew until Archer motioned for them to be quiet. "But they may have come up with a solution." The Captain pointed to the machine on the floor and the body suit his Chief of Engineering was holding aloft, "We've been issued this wonderful piece of equipment to test it's effectiveness as an off duty recreation device. Any-" Archer hadn't even finished his sentence before the entire crew rushed forward and mobbed Commander's Tucker's small sign-up sheet. "-questions?"


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"Mmm." Ensign Hoshi Sato sighed as the simulated hunk rubbed his hands up and down her body, spreading the holographic massage oil across her spine towards her backside. There was a slight numbing sensation from the various sensors and nerve reactors attached to the black body suit the holo-booth required for its use. Not to mention how totally unflattering the suit was to begin with, skin tight and hugging every part of the very same thighs Ensign Sato was convinced were filled with cellulite. But somehow, every thought in her head left as soon as the brown haired, holographic sex god touched her small frame.

Hoshi was glad it had been worth waiting until 2200 hours to use the stupid thing. After a full day’s use the holo-booth had become smashing success among the crew of the NX-01 Enterprise, with more and more people signing every hour to relive their favorite fantasy, the wait to even get on the list was getting longer and longer. Trip had even joked that he was working more overtime operating the machine than when he was repairing the ship after the first time the Xindi attacked. But Commander Tucker didn’t seem to be complaining much after spending much of the whole day operating the machine and waiting patiently just outside the booth at the controls. He also didn’t seem all that affected by the lure of holographic fantasies either. Tucker had stated simply to anyone that had asked him that his interest in the device was purely mechanical. ‘I prefer movies and 20th century TV,’ he would say, ‘Casablanca’s not as much fun if I’M the one pretending to be Bogey.’

But that suited Hoshi just fine since it meant one less person would be signing up for a return spot to the mechanical paradise Hoshi swore would become her new Mecca. And while she had been skeptical at first, the incredibly well programmed computer masseur had quickly made a believer out of her. The only bad thing about the entire experience was Trip’s constant interruptions through the booth's wall comm to ask if the machine was running at optimum.

"Hey Hoshi?" Trip's voice sounded very far through the speaker and she barely even bothered to answer him through the haze of flowing endorphins.

"Yeah?" she muttered in annoyance.

"Everything working okay?"

"Yes everything's fiiiiiiii-AH!"

It happened very quickly, without Hoshi even realizing what was going on, but as soon as it did she didn't even consider making it stop.

No one had realized it until now but there was a glitch in the machine. Someone had programmed the holographic masseur to deliver four different kinds of massage: Shiatsu, Swedish, Chiropractic, and Full Body. Naturally they had used the term "Full Body" when building the program and the computer (being an idiot…a perfectly wonderful idiot) was now taking it literally and massaging EVERY LAST PART of her external body. Its solid light hands delivering loving caresses on parts of her body that Hoshi had once thought only existed in risqué movies and the smutty, soft-core romance novels she hid on a datapad at the bottom of her desk drawer.

"OH GOD!" she screamed in rapture as her eyes rolled back in her head. It was the best sexual experience of her life and it was being delivered electronically because of a fantastic programming accident at Starfleet headquarters. She felt a slight jerk as the computer applied a little more pressure "Ohhhhhh…"

"Hoshi?" Trip's interest was only in the machine's proper function and he was totally unaware of the very naughty purpose Hoshi corrupted it for but the ensign was still filled with utter shame at the prospect of being caught. She struggled for control, biting back sighs and groans as the computer accelerated it's ministrations from light touches to hard rubs at the southern most point of her torso.

"Ye-es?" She said the words in a purposefully sing-songy voice and hoped it would distract him from the mousy squeaks of pleasure that escaped her throat every few seconds.

But the engineer was none the wiser and only posed a question about her personal welfare. "You okay in there?"

"Ducky." One of the computer's soft hands was caressing her right breast while the other stayed right where it belonged: on the inside of her thighs, the double sensation nearly making her head explode. "Just d-ducky. Tell me when my hour's up, 'kay?"

"Actually, no one else is signed up until morning so you can stay in there as long as like if you want." There was a soft exhaling sound that Hoshi figured was a yawn and then Tucker's voice returned with a slight haze to his tone, "I'm gonna go work out so just turn it off when you leave okay?"

"That's great." While Ensign Sato did her best to sound casual although there was almost no hiding the fact that this was probably the best news she had ever received.


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T'Pol centered her thoughts and began again, lightly tapping the heavy bag with quick strikes of her right hand and ignored the Commander's half-subtle attempts to catch her eye across the crowded gym. When she had first told Trip about her preference not to restart their short relationship after she divorced Koss, he did not seem to take it very well. Tucker seemed to be everywhere she was in her off duty hours, scheduling his work out time at the same as her own and eating his meals two tables away from her in the mess hall.

She would have called it stalking if she had felt threatened or inappropriate if she did not desire seeing him every now and then. In reality T'Pol both understood and sympathized with Trip's plight. The feelings that their coupling had created were both beautiful and comforting, to be without them suddenly elicited a loss that was almost unbearable. However, that was hardly an excuse for bad behavior.

Across the room, T'Pol watched the Commander attempting make her jealous by flirting with Corporal Amanda Cole and her pity only grew. He'd laugh and fake smile at the Corporal's jokes while gazing at her lovingly when he thought no one was looking.

It was pathetic but only slightly more pathetic than T'Pol, the woman the tactic was actually working on.

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"Then BAM!" Travis said with a quick arm motion, simulating his holographic battle to the death the day before. "I blasted the sucker right in the chin, it was awesome!"

It was the standard group of Hoshi Sato, Amanda Cole, Travis Mayweather, and Malcolm Reed eating lunch at their usual table and every second they remained on the topic of the holo booth made Ensign Sato break out into a cold sweat. She was aroused just from hearing the word hologram and felt her head swelling like an unexploded supernova. How naive these people were, talking about climbing mountains or fighting battles. They just didn't get the REAL applications of that amazing machine, she thought with an aroused smile.

"The level of detail is amazing," Reed said as he took another sip of his hot tea and grabbed for the scone on the plate next to him. "I actually thought I was at Trafalgar with Nelson!" He took a bite of scone and in a very un-Reed-like manner, spoke with his mouthful. "And it actually looked like him, like one of his statues."

Hoshi was still only half listening, back in the arms of her computer generated Don Juan with a cold shiver of excitement running up and down her spine.

Beside her, Amanda started talking again listing all the holo-booth features she'd learned from twenty minutes of flirting with Commander Tucker in the gym two days ago. "That's the best part of the whole thing!" The MACO motioned excitedly with her arms to emphasize her point. "You can program the holograms to look like anyone you want! I spent two hours blowing up my fifth grade social studies teacher."

This news caught her attention and sent Ensign Sato positively spinning into a frenzy of future encounters. She could make the masseur look like anybody she wanted! First, she could have a romantic evening with Valentino then feel the strong hands of that cute transporter officer who lived down the hall from her. The possibilities were suddenly endless.

"Hoshi?" She awakened from her haze to find Amanda waiting expectantly for a response and the whole table staring at her with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"Yeah?"

"We asked if you've noticed any glitches." The whole thing might have ended right there with no one the wiser. Obviously, Hoshi was the only one who had realized the programming mistake and there was no reason she had to tell anyone about it. Telling others meant that everyone on the ship would demand a try and then the booth would be packed for weeks. However, in spite of the high security nature of her job Ensign Sato was terrible at keeping a secret.

"H-have any of you tried the massage program yet?"

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"As ridiculous as this sounds, I need more men on holo-booth duty."

The initial topic of conversation around the Captain's dinner table had not initially been about holograms but upon Trip's admission, T'Pol prepared herself for a long night. She didn't see the point of even having the machine on board or the necessity of sharing what were obviously private experiences.

Sitting this close to Trip should have been punishment enough.

Captain Archer was totally unaware of her pain and she watched him drop his fork in excitement. "So I take it you've tried it? Isn't it amazing?"

"So amazing the line to use it is out the door." A forkful of surf and turf salad slid into Tucker's mouth. "It's like they're showing dirty movies inside that thing or something."

"Oh come on, I'm sure it'll calm down eventually," Archer said with a grin before launching into how he had spent his time in the booth


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For most of the following day, T'Pol had been forced to watch in aggravation as nearly the entire crew lined up for their turn at the holo-booth. Men had stood in the hallway with leering and lusty expressions on their faces while women giggled in groups of three or more about some undisclosed vulgarity. If she didn't know better, T'Pol would have claimed they were behaving oddly but so much of human behavior was still unknown to her so she held her tongue.

The unexpected bonus of the long lines was that Commander Tucker was far too busy to follow after her every move, giving her a much needed reprieve from gazing upon what she couldn't have. Occasionally she'd see him outside of the cargo bay or inside engineering but he was no where to be found in the mess hall for lunch and she didn't feel his presence behind her on her way to the bridge as she often had in the past week. Tucker had too much on his plate to be her shadow. But the day rolled on without him anyway. T'Pol finished her evaluation reports and analyzed the corona of a neutron star through long range sensors. It had been a good day and the logical way to end a productive day was by returning to her room. All alone.

It was strange but this was one of the first times in her life she had felt alone. While Vulcans suppressed their emotions, there were some feelings that they ever even experienced and T'Pol had never been lonely before. When her father had died her mother had comforted her and when she'd been assigned to Enterprise, she had felt the support of the Vulcan High Command behind her every step of the way. In the Expanse, she had Trip.

But she had no one now and no matter how hard she tried to forget her loneliness it wouldn't go away, just sat there at the edge of her brain waiting for her to be reminded of the empty hole in her life.

Her mind wandered while she walked and T'Pol was soon so distracted that she didn't even notice Corporal Cole until she collided with the rushing MACO, sending the other woman crashing to the floor and the Vulcan into the nearby wall. Data padds clattered to the floor as the pair smashed, leaving a small debris field surrounding them. They both got to their feet quickly, issuing quiet apologies before bending down to pick up the mess they'd caused.

But as she helped clear the hallway, T'Pol noticed something strange about the padds and glanced quickly at their screens. They were holo photos and weight estimates for Commander Tucker. Side views, voice captures, even compiled likes and dislikes from the public personnel files on the computer database. It was as though Amanda was compiling or designing some kind of digital program.

"Corporal, what is going on?" she finally asked when the pure curiosity got the better of her but T'Pol was careful to keep her voice authoritarian sounding, as though she was giving out an order or issuing a decree.

The MACO smiled, giving T'Pol that same shameless look she used on Commander Tucker when they were flirting. It did not score points with the Vulcan officer, however, and T'Pol seemed to become only annoyed at the human commando. "Look, I was just taking advantage of this glitch in the massage program Hoshi told me about."

"Glitch?"

"Yeah." There was a short wait as T'Pol seemed to interrogate her with out even opening her mouth. Soon the normally tough MACO found herself spilling everything, just letting words fall from her lips.

"You can make the masseuse get you off if you program it just right." Hard brown eyes stared her down with a harsh glare. "I'm serious…ask Hoshi."

"And these?" Long fingers pointed at the various holo photos and personal statistics

"Reading material."

"Hardly." T'Pol kept her voice as dry as possible and hoped the Corporal understood that she wasn't the only one who could be sarcastic. "I hypothesize you were using this photographic information to create a duplicate of Commander Tucker for your sex program."

"I see I'm not the only one with a rich fantasy-"

A single Vulcan eyebrow raised in response, its mere presence ended Amanda's sentence.

"Oh come on," Amanda said with a raised eyebrow of her own. "Who's getting hurt here?"

"That is not the point, Corporal."

"And what is?"

She watched Amanda cross her arms. beaming with triumph as though she had already won the argument. This only served to further enrage the livid Vulcan. How dare this woman of all the women on this ship step out of line with her?

T'Pol repressed yet another violent feeling and matched her eye line with Amanda's as she dropped her voice into its most logical sounding octave. "That I am your direct superior and I order you to leave all of this material here so I may delete your program."

"Hypocrite," the MACO whispered through clenched teeth. "Nobody gets him but you, that it?"

Nevertheless, T'Pol pretended she hadn't heard Amanda, grabbing the materials she had not already collected and picked up the last of the offending data padds from the floor. The Corporal took T'Pol's silence as a dismissal and soon T'Pol was left alone in the cavernous cargo bay, the holo booth staring back at her from the far corner.

All she had to do now was erase the program Cole had built in the holo booth and T'Pol would be free to return to her quarters for the evening. Alone. A thought occurred to T'Pol at that moment, an idea that seemed both sinister yet oddly simple. An easy way to remove the pain of suppressing her thoughts for the Commander. It was late and Corporal Cole was most likely the last person signed up to use the holo booth for the evening. T'Pol found it highly unlikely that anyone would be in this part of the ship at this time of night for any other reason. What if she deleted the program later and took this opportunity to discover the nature of this…glitch Amanda had spoken of?

She would report all of her findings to the Captain, of course, he needed to be made aware of this misuse of Starfleet equipment. But there was little reason to report anything to him if she did not know the exact nature of the violation.

T'Pol walked towards the holo booth control panel…

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Far out of sight, Trip smiled softly.

He had followed her down into the cargo bay, sneaking around behind her like some kind of nervous teenage boy. However, Commander Tucker wasn't embarrassed or even ashamed. He'd heard T'Pol's conversation with Amanda and chuckled when she had scolded the shapely corporal. While he didn't hold anything personal towards the shapely MACO about the incident, he agreed with T'Pol. It was wrong to use someone else's image like that with out them knowing it and people shouldn't have to worry where their picture was going every time someone snapped a holophoto. Amanda should have realized what she was doing was wrong.

Trip kept watching as the object of his affection moved across the cargo bay towards the corner where the holo-booth stood and accessed the device's program controls, typing at the nearby keyboard with furious fingers. He already knew what she was doing, obviously she was erasing the program but he soon noticed that she was unbuttoning the clasps of her uniform.

He gasped in realization. She wouldn't!

But he saw it with his own two eyes, T'Pol was removing her clothing and dressing herself in the tight fitting sensation wear and moving slowly towards the entrance of the holo-booth. Each step she took made his teeth grit and his hands ball up into themselves. Part of Trip still wanted to believe that she was just going for a hike or explore the ruins on some distant planet. The other part of him didn't trust her enough to believe that and snuck forward as soon as the door closed behind her. Sure enough, Trip heard the sounds of pleasured groans and happy moans and it cut into him like a knife. How dare she? Of all the hypocritical, uncaring, self centered…

Tucker's decision was a quick one, the amount of time it took thinking it over was less then it took for the nerves in his legs to react to his brain's commands. He kicked the door in, shouting freeze program at the same time and let a heavy glare pass over the scene inside. Sure enough he saw T'Pol reclining on a holographic couch while a computer generated man with his own face was touching her, his hands now frozen in mid stroke from Trip's hastily cried pause command.

Soon the bravery that had made him so bold in the hallway was gone, leaving the engineer to wonder what had possessed him to do this. The booth was so small and cramped. They were almost nose to nose with one another.

T'Pol looked wonderful, dressed in a skintight body suit and obviously still aroused from the massage. Trip suddenly wondered why the booth's temperature seemed six degrees warmer then it should have been. Her eyebrow had risen into an angry arch just above her right eye and Tucker was less sure his interruption was as good an idea as it had been in the hallway outside.

“You have no right to be here.” The sound of her voice brought him back to his anger like waving a red flag in front of a bull and the cruel barbs he'd had on his tongue returned.

“Whaddaya mean I shouldn’t be here?” Trip motioned to the paused hologram of himself and returned her hard glare, “As far as I can tell, I already am!”

“This is a private matter-“

It was like she wasn't even talking, he just continued his tirade without listening or stopping. “Is this where all those feelings you claim you’re suppressing go? Into this….thing?” He tried to pace back and forth but only found himself facing the booth wall so he punched it.

His physical outburst left a moment of silence that T'Pol took advantage of and soon regained control of the conversation. “Commander, this has nothing to do with you.”

“You’re masturbating to my image, T’Pol!” Trip knew he'd gone too far as soon as the words had left his mouth but it was far too late to stop. “What hell happened to ‘ignoring your feelings’? ”

Her control snapped and her voice rose sharply in pitch, the tightness of the room only serving to make her words sound booming. “Commander Tucker, I demand you leave this INSTANT!”

It was silent again as the air in the tiny booth crackled for a split second. The Human and the Vulcan just stood there glaring at one another for a solid minute. Chests heaved and eyes narrowed beneath the weight of all the sexual tension in the room. These feelings only got worse the longer they stared at each other until they turned the whole room into an ever-tightening knot of unspoken frustrations.

Trip spoke again, aroused and confused. He noticed a change in her appearance and focused on it to keep from saying something else he would regret later. “Y-you changed your hair again.”

“That is hardly relevant to the conversation.”

“I’m sorry.” He tried to keep his hands to himself but a single finger reached out and began brushing away hair from her face in an almost tender fashion. “It’s just the first time I’ve noticed.” The finger became a hand and soon Trip was calmly stroking her hair and gazing into her eyes. “It looks nice.” It was an illogical practice to be certain but T'Pol allowed herself the indulgence of his touch for a few moments and did not protest his soft caresses. “I mean, I personally preferred that short Vulcan cut you had when you first got on boar-“ Without realizing, one of his fingers had stroked too closely to her right earlobe and the resulting arousal that shuddered through T'Pol gave her all the excuse she needed to end the conversation. Her warm, kissable lips sliding on top of his like a returning pair of warm gloves and her hands reached around his back to smash their bodies together in a carefree embrace.

“Trip…please,” she whispered as he struggled to remove the sensation suit and touch the warm skin beneath. This was not like their first time together, which had been a tender night of neuro pressure and lovemaking.

This was violent and animalistic, without logic or reason. An act of pure desire.

His breath was hot against the exposed skin of her ear and it tickled the same sensitive nerves that had triggered this whole affair. “Oh baby I missed you so much!” She smiled very quickly when he wasn't looking at her and then whispered into his own ear before removing his uniform.

“I know,” she whispered back.

T'Pol got his uniform unzipped, dancing her fingers across the undershirt beneath to the edge before pulling it over his head. Trip had stopped shaving his chest and the sudden novelty of human chest hair enraptured her. She marveled at the feel of the hairs beneath her hands. Body hair was unneeded on a planet of deserts and lava flows, so she rejoiced in the way it rippled and moved from her breath.

Tucker groaned when he felt T'Pol's fingernails scraping against his naked back. The sharp pain they caused when they dug into his skin only made him more aroused. His pants got tighter and the growing hardness below his waist felt like an animal trying to get out of its cage. He needed release soon, having long passed his point of no return.

She felt his hands on her left breast and wondered how it was possible that the same callused palms that tamed warp cores and fixed plasma leaks could be so gentle. T'Pol soon felt his fingertips lightly tracing circles around her nipple, spiraling ever closer towards the very erect tip and eliciting a coo of pleasure from her moist lips.

There was nothing gentle about Trip's next movement though. He tore the top of the body suit off her shoulders and kept pulling it down until it was clumsily tangled around her knees. This left the rest of her body naked in the open air like a blank canvas. Her body reacted with unconscious modesty, wrapping arms around breasts and crossing legs in embarrassment. But he wouldn't let her retreat, instead T'Pol felt her hands brushed aside by his face as he suckled the same breast he had been massaging.

She gasped and pushed him roughly into the opposite wall of the small booth, shaking the weakly bolted structure from the impact. Then she slowly dropped to her knees and kissed every part of his chest as she descended. Trip knew what was coming next and helped her push down his pants has the kisses grew closer to his waistline. T'Pol's lips took a detour to the side of his right hip before pressing onward towards the most obvious sign of his arousal. She was very controlled in her actions and didn't allow the sweet taste of his flesh or the heady aroma of his need distract her from her work. Tucker on the other hand, was almost unable to control himself. He couldn't stand it, the slow torture of her lips on his body and suddenly became terrified that he would get too excited. That he would end the encounter before it began.

T'Pol was only half done with her ministrations when she felt Trip's hand on her cheek, lightly nudging her head away from his body and up towards his lips for a deep, open mouthed embrace. Their tongues danced over one another while their hands moved independently to remove their owners' last remaining clothing and toss them onto the floor of the holo-booth. They were both totally naked now, rough human skin rubbing against smooth Vulcan epidermis, and the freedom of movement meant T'Pol could finally wrap her legs around his waist without hindrance.

They cried out when he entered her, with Trip rolling them both until her back was to the wall of the holo booth. Soon the entire machine began to shake and tip as they slammed against it until each powerful stroke left it leaning dangerously close to the ground. Neither of them cared. Their pacing increased with wild and reckless abandon, the device's structural groans of protest unheard beneath the loud screams of the couple's pleasure. Then in one climactic moment the entire holo booth tipped over, smashing to the ground with sparks shooting in all directions.

A fitting metaphor.

The lovers lay motionless for a few moments, planting light kisses on sweat-covered faces and letting the cool air brush across them.

"Oh my god!"

Both of their heads snapped to the right to find the door of the holo booth off its hinges, exposing them to the world beyond. Just outside the door of the booth, stood Malcolm and Hoshi with shocked expressions on their faces and hanging jaws.

While he hadn't intended it to be funny, Malcolm's next words were unintentionally droll. "I-I wonder what program that was."


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"Enter."

"Uh, hey." T'Pol didn't look up right away, leaving Trip to wonder if she even wanted to see him, "How's it goin'?"

"I am…I am well." She still didn't look at him, her eyes pinned to the floor at his feet. "And are you…well?" Oh, he was well. She had checked herself not twelve hours ago but the memories of flesh on flesh suddenly seemed very inappropriate to both of them.

To be honest, T'Pol wasn't looking at him because she couldn't look at him. Her emotional reaction was far too great and her modesty was no longer what it had once been.

Beads of sweat began to form on Trip's own forehead and the room began to spin. T'Pol felt just as awkward as he did. "I'm not too bad," he said finally and then repeated the words, "not bad." Suddenly he couldn't look at her either.

"I'm sorry…for butting in to your life like that." He was nervous and rambling at her, the words spilling out of him rapidly. Part of T'Pol found it terribly funny. "What was goin on in that holo booth was your private business and I had no cause to-"

"You have interfered in my personal affairs before and the end results have always been ultimately beneficial." Memories flooded both of them of a certain letter and this situation began to make a lot more sense. "This was…no different."

"But I was wrong to presume that I had that right." Trip exhaled painfully and T'Pol could feel his unease from across the room. "You aren't my girlfriend, you aren't my wife, and you’ve made it pretty clear you don't want to be either one so following you around basically amounts to sexual harassment and I-"

"Trip." It was the eyes that kept him quiet, they were so deep and so honest he almost couldn't breath. He just stood there inhaling but not really bringing any air to his lungs. T'Pol was walking toward him as she spoke, moving forward like some kind of wonderful inevitability. "Some of the things you said had a ring of truth to them." He felt her hand on his shoulder and she felt a light tingle in her stomach, like an electric current running through her body and into the ground beneath her. "I have suppressed many of the emotions I suffered from my exposure to Trellium D but I can not suppress you." There was a moment where T'Pol realized what she would say next would be more important to Trip than anything she had ever said before and she found herself unable to speak out of a fear that she did not immediately move to repress. The words finally found their way to her lips but in a tone so soft that Trip almost didn't hear them above the dull roar of blood rushing into his ears. "Nor do I want to try."

That was the other shoe, flattening them both and sucking up the rest of the atmosphere in the room. Her lip quivered and his heart ached as they felt themselves drawing inevitably closer towards one another. It was a matter of nuclear physics now as two different atoms that had long delayed touching finally fused into one cataclysmic and inseparable element of raw energy. There was no fighting the cosmic attraction any longer and huge rifts between them that had once seemed impassable were now almost non -existent.

They kissed slowly at first until Trip felt two strong Vulcan hands grab hold of his shoulders and toss him back against the wall then grasp roughly at his uniform zipper. An athletic figure in a tight catsuit collided with him shortly after that, a warm body of moving hands and thighs that snaked around his waist like a reptilian predator.

He paused for a moment and realized he didn't want this to be a quickie like it had been in the booth. He gasped his availability into her shoulder and prayed her schedule was just as free as his own was.

"I-I'm off duty for the night."

"My shift does not begin for another four hours," she whispered. "Go get the massage oil."

THE END

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Good story--though I couldn't figure out which parts were holographic and what parts of the story were real--my guess was T'Pol's and Trip's individual sexual encounters were the creation of their sexual desires/fantasies generated in the Holo Booth! :-)

Yippy Skippy!!! That hit the spot. LOL...;-)

Loved it! Just on the limit, not too smutty at all. Well done!

You're good - I enjoyed this tremendously - put a smile on my face. I have to say, this website is one of the few websites I have to visit every day - and I look forward to new fan fic all the time. Now, I am going through the list of fan fics and trying to read them all. Good job!!!

Enjoyable and funny

Ha! Funny and just a little smutty... perfecto! ;) Nice story!

could be even smuttier, if you ask me... the smut was rather understated, but really it was great. it was a really interesting scenerio for them-- not one we normally see. my favorite part tho was -- "Cram it."

forgot to add--only 5 seasons of buffy!?!?

Gee T'pol's gettin a bit dirty isnt she!
Me likey dirty minded Polly!

Nice! Not overdone!
I just wondered the whole time: who cleaned the suit after every use???

Too Funny!
Just one question: wouldn't each member of the crew have thier own suit? Different sizes and all... and unsanitary...especially after that glitch...

I envisioned the sensor wear to be like one of those disposable nylon things you wear at the shoe store if you forgot to bring socks.

You use it once then toss it.

Ah, that makes sense.

Great story.:)

I wondered about that as well.