And Baby Makes 4 - Part 2And Baby Makes 4 By: TLR Rating: R This story picks up right where, part one leaves off. Lizzie is bunking in Sickbay, T'Pol is now sedated, almost naked, lying in her husband's arms and the real Pon Farr hasn't taken hold of yet. Just wait for the fireworks to start. Enjoy. July 10th, 2005 ******************************************************************* Part 2 "Mamma" A squeaky little voice could be heard wondering through the large room that was sickbay. There, a sleepy little Lizzie shuffled about in her footed pajamas. She held tight to her fuzzy bunny, rubbing absently at her nose and eyes, as she searched for her parents about the clinical beds and monitors. Phlox came over and retrieved the child, picking her up and holding her close. "What are you doing up little one, bad dream?" He squeezed her a bit to let her know she was safe, then walked her back toward her bunk in the far side of the room. Lizzie nodded and continued to look over the Denobulan's shoulder for the familiar face of a parent. There was none to be found and she became quite cranky, refusing to lie down without several bedtime stories. (This would be a long week a head....) The good doctor thought knowing that was one thing his specie's 3 month wake cycle was good for. *** Back in their quarters, Trip woke to the prying eyes of his mate staring down upon him. She held herself up on her elbows, which pressed moderately against his chest. Her face was blank, there was a bit of suspicion that peeked through the otherwise stony features. Her eyes blinked at him and her muscles were tense, waiting for him to make a wrong move and send her fleeing in panic. Trip realized the only reason T'Pol hadn't moved from him was that his arms were still wrapped about her waist. Somehow in his sleep, he managed to keep a fairly tight grip upon her and he sensed she feared harming him by ripping out of it. He eased up his grip to test that theory and saw her shoot out from underneath them and across the room for the door. She banged the slap pad and the door didn't respond. She contacted it more forcibly and still nothing. Then in a heated attempt, she started tearing at the control pad cover. Trip couldn't believe his eyes, as she pried the metal from the wall barehanded and started to play with the moderate voltage wiring. Before he could stop her, she received a heavy jolt to her fingers which made the Vulcan jump back and recoil. "Hey....you're gonna hurt yourself...Don't do that." Trip came up and pulled the fingers from her mouth. He looked at them briefly before she snatched them away again and headed for the opposite side of the room. He remained still, watching where she would land next. When she finally finished her pacing, T'Pol stood, leaning against the window, her back to him staring blankly out into the fast passing stars. "It's okay..... I just wanted to make sure you didn't need any medical help.... Can I see your hand?" He eased up behind her as he saw her shake her head hesitantly. "Okay, then just tell me you're all right." Trip inched up further hoping her senses wouldn't let her know exactly where he was. She didn't respond, only stood there fidgeting and trembling as if frightened of being alone with her husband. Trip got within inches and decided to place a hand on her shoulder to console her. When he did, she wheeled around quite surprised and bee lined for the bathroom, locking the door behind her. "T'Pol.... Honey....let me in... I want to see your hand, make sure it's okay." Trip awaited a response and found it wasn't coming. He examined the door locking mechanism then pulled a few small tools from the top drawer of her desk. He set about removing the outer casing and opening the door. It slid open quickly, taking its very scared occupant by surprise. She pushed past him, slamming him lightly against the adjacent bulkhead and went directly for her daughter's room. That door was locked as well, and without thinking, she dug her fingertips into the crack and yanked at it with all her might. The door opened stiffly at first. Then the Vulcan got between it and the doorframe, using her body mass to force it the rest of the way. T'Pol entered and looked furiously for her daughter. She went to the bunk and pulled back the bedding as if expecting to find her there. She let out an audible grunt when the bed turned up empty. She then went to the outside door, but found it immovable. This was because, Trip welded it shut when they returned from Vulcan, knowing that his little girl would need to get much older before she could decide when she could go places on her own. The double steel reinforcements of the welds made that door impenetrable, even for a Vulcan of T'Pol's obvious strength. An engineering team with two blow torches couldn't get that door open, Trip knew that was how it would have to be dealing with a child as precocious as Elizabeth and as strong as her mother. "Elizabeth is with doctor Phlox." He stated, coming up to her as she tried yet again, a small stream of green dripping from her now scraped up fingers. "Hey come on now, you are starting to bleed....Stop that." He grabbed at her hands and forced her to stay put. Trip wrapped them in the front of his shirt and held on to them tightly to stop her loss of blood. She allowed this for a moment, but as Trip tried to ease her back through the doorway and into their part of the cabin, T'Pol's panicked thoughts returned. The closer they got to the bed, the more she inched out away from him. Trip tried to hold on tight to her, placing one of his arms about her waist to stabilize their move. He negotiated the way right up to the bed, then she pushed against his chest with her injured hands and lost her balance making her way to the meditation cushions. Trip landed half on the bed, half off, sliding quickly down to his knees. He saw her fall to the floor just short of hitting her head on the table. He moved toward her to help her up and saw her crawling away from him. "It's okay T'Pol.....I know this is hard for you and I wish to god you didn't have to go through this...But you know what the journals said.... They said you'd be frightened and that you'd try to fight this... You know that if we put this off, it will make it harder on both of us....Please honey....I'm not gonna harm you... and I know you won't hurt me..." Trip eased himself forward in a standing position, towering over her still retreating form on the floor. When she got pushed back against the cushions of her couch, T'Pol really did resemble a caged animal.... She stared at him fiercely, as if daring him to advance further at his own risk. Trip misread this look and made the last few steps, when it happened. From beneath a cushion, T'Pol produced a very sharp, crooked blade dagger. She brandished it at him in a fighter's hold, waving it defensively across her body indicating she would use it if she was forced to. Trip jumped back significantly, and slowly eased his way over to their bed. "Woe....Didn't know that was in here......It's okay T'Pol....you don't need to use that thing..... I'm backing up...Just stay calm.....I'll just sit down right here." *** Coming over, he once more picked up the child and took her back into her own little section of sickbay, this time laying down beside her and allowing her to cuddle up to his rather rotund frame. *** Trip eased back onto the bed as T’Pol remained on the floor waving the dagger in front of her. Rather than fearing for his own safety, Trip was more concerned that his mate may hurt herself in her frenzy to get away from him. He held up his hands and continued to try and talk her down. “It’s okay, T’Pol….I’m not going to come any where near you. You can put the knife away…” He watched her movements ease a bit, as the weapon lowered slightly. She eventually rested it upon her chest, her breaths still showing her nervousness. Trip took a slow sigh, and rested both his hands beside him on the bed. Looking around, he watched her checking out the surroundings. She whiffed the air to her left, then to the right, until she finally turned her head in the direction of the fresh fruits and vegetables. Trip could see what interested her and decided to try to get her to eat. “Ya hungry?” he asked easing up, heading for the platter. The knife came up higher on her chest and Trip eased his movements to illustrate he was going for the food, not her. He lifted a slice of melon in the air and offered it to her. She simply recoiled at his gesture. Then Trip brought it to his lips and took a small bite. “It’s good…I promise….Want some?” He offered her the remainder of that piece and she withdrew further. Then he slid the plate of food onto the table just in front of her couch. He backed across the room and sat down on the bed once more. He saw her lean forward and examined the plate. She sniffed hesitantly, looking about the items and surrounding surface, not finding what she wanted. Trip was confused by what he saw, knowing several of the items were his mate’s favorites. “It’s okay…..I’m just getting some fruit….See…. You can eat it like this.” Trip picked up a slice of apple and brought it to his lips. He bit down on it and showed her the taste pleased him. T’Pol watched with great interest, as he chewed. The bobbing of his Adams apple attracted her wandering eyes, and she shook it off, trying to get her mind back under a tighter control. Slowly her left hand came up and grabbed at some melon chunks. She eased them to her mouth, acting as if this was still a repugnant gesture. (Still hates to eat with her hands, that’s a good thing.) Trip thought taking stock of her skills at this point. He wondered if she could still speak, having heard nothing more from her than a grunt. He remembered reading the translation of the journals in which the other Trip reported to her the entire event. The stages and with each the level of aggressive behavior that came with them. This stage, if her speech center was gone, was a milder one and he knew that within a few days she wouldn’t even be able to understand his words to her. He kept a hypo spray ready at every corner of the room. Trip watched her lift several more pieces of fruit to her mouth. On the side of the tray was a pasty substance that resembled oatmeal. This was a food that Vulcans had been known to enjoy. T’Pol herself would occasionally forego her Plomeek broth to join her daughter in a small bowl of this goo. Today was no different, however when she started to reach for it, Trip knew it would be too messy to eat with her fingers. T’Pol stared at it, as if wanting to partake, but remained hesitant. The young engineer thought a moment then exited the room for Lizzie’s. He came back carrying the small baby spoon they’d gotten from his mom, when Elizabeth was only 6 months old. He handed it to T’Pol and she recoiled. Trip then tossed it onto the table before her. She cautiously picked up the utensil, holding it in her fist and began digging into the cream colored mush with zeal. Large globs of the porridge slipped from the tiny surface and landed about the table, her lap and the floor. “So you were hungry.” Trip smiled knowing this was not something he should tell her about afterward. He reached over to the desk and grabbed one of the flasks that Phlox had given him. "Here....something to wash it down with." Setting it down on the table in front of him, Trip eased back and relaxed a bit as he saw the dagger resting now on her lap. With her right hand, T'Pol was shoving bits of melon and peach slices into her mouth to flavor the vegetable mush. She picked up the flask he offered and whiffed at it hesitantly. "Go ahead....Phlox says it's good for ya...." The young engineer smiled, trying to win his mate over with the same southern good natured charm that got her hooked before. The Vulcan looked at him a long while, then brought the flask to her lips. With a quick gulp, she downed the off colored brown liquid, making a very exaggerated face upon tasting the vileness of the concoction. "Tastes bad?" Trip was concerned that in her current frame of mind, she might spit out the supplement as a reflex, but decided not to jerk out of the line of fire, because any sudden movements might bring her defenses back up to full throttle. "Sorry....but I never knew anything that was good for ya, to taste good." He replied sheepishly watching as she successfully swallowed the disgusting sludge. Trip continued to watch as she ate half the plate of food, happy that she had an appetite right now. It would be different in the days to come. He wondered how he would handle all the challenges they would face, but decided getting her to be near him was the first goal to reach. He looked down at the front of his shirt and saw the green blood stains. Absently he got up and removed the item, putting it into the recycler to avoid letting the stains set in. When he turned back to her, Trip caught her whiffing the air again, this time in his direction. He watched as her eyes took in his well muscled chest and wondered if trying to go to her was the right way after all. (It's all about scent.... Vulcan females have those incredible whiffers.) He reminded himself about Vulcan physiology, then decided on a plan. Turning back toward her, he looked down at his sweat pants. There was a single drop of blood on them as well. (That'll do.) "Darn....I got blood on my pants too..." he stated in mock distress, then whipped them off before her. He moved over to the recycler and watched out of the corner of his eye, as she began whiffing once again. Her eyes followed him over to the bed, where he sat down in his underwear, acting like he was readying himself for sleep. Instead he simply lay back atop the bedding and raised his arms up over his head in a relaxed style and waited. Trip reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed the waiting hypo spray. He knew that if she did come to him, he'd have to sedate her to keep their lovemaking to an acceptable level. He felt guilty about drugging her, but had promised over and over again to carry out their plan when the time arrived. Now here it was and he waited patiently for his mate to work up the courage to go for what she sought. T'Pol eased the dagger back under the pillows ... She pushed herself onto the cushions, sitting more in a line to better admire her husband's attributes. She concentrated on his pleasure centers and watched as his manhood came alive against the restraint of the fabric. Trip could tell his wife was manipulating his body, but was pleased she was considering this at all. Slowly she eased over to the bed, her eyes never leaving their objective. She continued to sniff at the air, her breathing growing more rapid and its volume becoming audible to even a human's ordinary hearing. Trip kept his arms crossed behind his head, his eyes closed and his expressions even. He knew that if she was to feel secure, he'd have to play it her way. He felt her knee leaning into the bed, as she began to straddle him, could feel the silkiness of her robe as the open edges ran up along his thighs. Trip opened his eyes a bit and saw her face working its way up his chest, still taking in his scent as if it was calling to her. Their eyes met and he didn't back down from her stare. She leaned over him, her hands pressing into the bed on either side of his waist. Trip didn't move, allowed her to do what she willed and still had the hypo spray concealed behind his head. T'Pol eased her body down upon him, and Trip let out a soft groan. He hadn't realized just how much he desired this as well, but having her near him now, he was considering letting her have her way with him without the drugs. She eased into his neck and began nibbling aggressively. Her touch was substantial, growing with every passing moment until the pressure was a bit intolerable for the human to bear. He moved his left hand up and pressed the hypo spray to her neck quickly. The hiss stopped her biting and brought her eyes to his. Trip stared back, not letting on that his skin was throbbing from the touch. After a moment, T'Pol lowered her body down his, working her way to the parts of her deepest desire. Luckily now her touch was less aggressive and Trip let out a sigh of relief at the lack of heavy handedness. He brought his right hand down and rubbed his neck. (That's gonna leave a nice hicky for sure. Glad she wasn't nibbling something else at the time.) He thought then felt his mind whirl as she yanked at his BVDs and ripped them from his body. *** The morning shift had started in sickbay and everyone was busy getting into their daily routine. Crewman Cutler had given Lizzie her morning bath and dressed her in a bright yellow outfit that made her look like she was part of a springtime parade. She held tightly to her fuzzy bunny, as she watched the young woman pack up her used sleep ware and place it into the recycler. Then she turned to check out things at the other side of the room. From a biobed across from the door, Lizzie sat beneath it playing with the long ears of her bunny. She rubbed them gently, as if trying to telepathically communicate her plan to the animal. As she sat there, the child could see a number of people coming and going in and out of sickbay. She watched as they put their hand over the silver square on the wall to the right of the door. Saw it lit up to their movement and then the doors would slide open just after that sequence. She remained there several hours watching and learning the procedure. The square was just above her head, as she finally got up the nerve to walk over to the door. She reached up and stood on tiptoe to try and touch the square surface, but was short by just a few inches. Lizzie turned around and noticed no one able to help her with her task. Everyone was busy, running tests, checking on data or doing scans. No one seemed interested at all that the young child was so close to the door, and when it opened to let a crewman in, carrying a rather large box, no one saw the rambunctious child slip out under his nose and head down the hallway. She had gotten about 20 feet or so, when a very surprised Jonathan Archer saw her wayward action. He bent down and caught her as she rounded a corner, heading for the turbo lift. "Hey ....What you doing out here?" he asked lifting the child up into his arms and smiling at her softly. "Momma......See Momma..." Lizzie repeated this phrase over and over again extending her arms over the captain's shoulder in the direction of the lift. "Well your mom and dad are busy....Let's go see Uncle Phlox shall we..." Archer chuckled, knowing just how determined this child's parents could get. There was no denying that she was their offspring, no matter how she came into being. She was just a smaller version of them. A serious challenge to anyone's sanity, let alone his. He reached the doors to sickbay and came through to a frazzled scene. "Where is she...She was sitting right over here a minute ago?" a very flustered Cutler was bending down checking under every bio bed in the room. She pulled back at the strands of hair that fell forward and impeded her vision when she bent down. "Missing something?" Archer stated a bit sternly, which got the attention of all the sickbay staff. Lizzie looked at them innocently, as if she was just arriving for her daycare, not that she'd been there all night. "There you are.....You had us all worried." The young woman came up to take the little girl from the captain's arms and found him wanting to hang on to her for a while. She stepped back and dropped her head down, her hands to her sides. Jon came over to Phlox. "Good morning doc..." he started with a big smirk. "I see you've got your hands full. Do you need me to assign more crewmen to you for the duration of the commanders' quarantine?" "No captain...." The somewhat flustered alien took the child from his arms and held her to him. He shook a mock finger at her, which she grabbed and tried to communicate empathically, her need for getting to her mom. This didn't work and the doctor just took it as child's play. "Well...I don't want to see her roaming the passageways again....Understood?" Archer was the one brandishing a stern finger now. "Understood, Captain." Phlox smiled sheepishly and handed the child over to his first medic Cutler. "How long will they be...?" Jon started in a much lower tone. "They should remain in quarantine for about a week Captain." The doctor was uneasy discussing anything about his patients with others. "Why is this necessary....What have they got that they need to be in quarantine....and why in their cabin...Should I be worried about the rest of the crew getting this?" Archer was starting to get angry at being left out of the loop. "No Captain....I told you it's something that Vulcans get, It is harmless to humans, but she needs constant care....It is routine on Vulcan for their mates to stay and care for their spouses when they become afflicted. I have given him the necessary medications and am checking in on them daily." Phlox knew that wasn't a lie, but felt guilty even revealing that much of what had been told to him by T'Pol in strictest confidence about her mating cycle. *** Trip woke to feel a not so gentle stroking about his thighs. He was lying on his back, uncovered with a very wide awake T'Pol attempting to generate a bit of heat for yet another round. He reached behind the pillows and found the hypospray. Leaning forward a bit, it connected to her arm and let out a hiss. She swung her head around at that stimulation, then crawled over his legs to bring her face to his. "Good Morning...I think..." Trip wasn't quite sure what time it was. So far every time they'd woken up, she would simply re-initiate another round of sweaty, rough housing sexual intercourse. He knew she had little else on her mind, but was beginning to feel like one of Lizzie's play toys, with no more relevance than to serve her needs. He tried to rationalize against those thoughts, but right about the time she started to settle over his now awake manhood, he realized that they were in need of a break. "Honey....T'Pol.... I need to eat something...." Trip stated, taking her hips in his hands and aggressively pushing her off him to the side. T'Pol took this as a challenge and jump right back on, nearly knocking the wind out of his lungs plunging down on his privates. "Honey....I'm hungry." He tried again to get up, but was slammed back down in what seemed to the Vulcan a playful gesture. She climbed back on and tried to get into the right position. "I said NO....." This time his voice was forceful and she looked at him as if not understanding his mood change. Trip again moved her off, but this time she stayed. T'Pol sat on the bed, her legs in disarray. Her mate got up and went over to the half eaten fruit plate. He took a few bites of peaches and drank down some of the passion fruit ice tea that came with this tray. The silence, and more over the guilt of his yelling at her was making the young southern male frustrated. He knew T'Pol couldn't help what she was doing, and he really shouldn't have yelled, but he wanted to be more to her than a play thing, and this Pon Farr was not doing much to support that in their relationship. (It's only for a week.) He told himself over and over in his mind. (She really does love me...She just can't show it right now.) He turned to find her still huddling on the bed, rocking to take care of her pent up emotions. "Here.....Drink this." He handed her yet another flask of Phlox's. T'Pol turned her head, remembering fully what the last 3 vials tasted like. "Come on...I know it's bad, but you need it....Please." Trip softened his approach. This brought her to her feet and toward him as if the game was back on and she'd been forgiven. "Nope....you drink this first." He held out the vial between them at arms distance, keeping her hands off his body. She knocked his arm away and tried to advance further. "I said No. Drink this...." He tried again and found her less than willing to play, this time almost knocking the flask out of his hand and onto the floor. "NO...." Trip raised his voice and she recoiled. He turned his head in disgust at his slip again. "Look....just drink this and I'm all yours..." He held out his hands and showed her what the reward would be if she cooperated. T'Pol looked at his eyes for a moment then let her gaze ride down along his body, most importantly to the very healthy manhood he had. Gruffly she grabbed the vial from his hand and threw it down, drinking the entire amount in a single gulp. When it was empty, she tossed it aside and looked at him for her reward. Trip eased his way back to the couch, knowing all too well she would take him in a run. Sure enough, the minute he got within inches of the furnishing, she leaped across the room and landed astraddle him, clinging, her breasts to his face and legs wrapped around his torso. They fell hard onto the sofa, Trip barely missing the wall with his head. She worked her way over him and was beginning her ride within moments of their settling onto the cushions. (Glad I don't have to be in the mood for this.) Trip thought sarcastically. He wondered how she could get his body to comply with her wishes when his mind was clearly not ready. However that thought didn't last too long, when all the arousing stimulation she was feeling washed through his mind and ended all rational thought once more. Trip groaned as his body started to tingle at her movements. He could feel himself throbbing inside her with every hard thrust of her hips. He leaned his head back, eyes closed and decided to simply enjoy the ride. It would be yet another long night ahead of them. *** Lizzie walked across the sickbay floor in her footed PJ's once more. She carried her fuzzy bunny and was looking for her Uncle Phlox to see about a bed time story. The many monitors in the room gleamed with multicolored lights, none of the beds being occupied. She found her favorite uncle just beyond the partition, his eyes buried deep into his microscope. Lizzie watched him for a moment then went up to yank on the bottom of his tunic. Phlox looked around from his research and found the cute little cherub standing there. Her toothy grin and soft brown curls made her look like something out of a story book. She held up her fuzzy bunny and offered it to him for study. "Fuzzy bunny." She exclaimed her grin growing wider. Phlox picked up the toy and examined it for any further stains. Already today, the little nymph had gotten grape juice on a biobed, finger paints on the door of sickbay and a rather gelatinous red substance on his shoes, as she knocked into it with the ears of the same fuzzy bunny. "He looks okay..." Phlox totally missed the point, thinking she was once more needing his cleaning services. He handed it back to her. "Fuzzy bunny." She repeated holding it back out to him trying to get him to embrace the item to relieve some of the stress the little girl was sensing. He picked up the item once again and wrapped an arm about it. The good doctor saw an even larger smile at this, realizing now that she was attempting to be helpful. "Thank you...." He said feeling the relaxation the closeness of the soft fur brought. Phlox picked up the young child and walked her back over to her bed. She watched as he laid her friend beside the little one and wondered if she would get yet another round of bedtime stories. Instead, Phlox lay down with her and stayed until the child closed her eyes and remained still for more than 5 minutes. Feeling she was deep asleep, the rotund Denobulan eased up and went back to his desk. Lizzie waited another 5 minutes or so, before she collected Ping and headed for the front door. She moved their unseen by the scant night shift crew and stood in front of the doorway considering how she would get it open. The little girl remembered her observations of the previous day and began stretching once more to try and activate the sensor. Falling short, she looked around for something that would extend her reach. Finally she saw in her hand, the ear of her fuzzy bunny and decided her friend could help her out. Cautiously, she raised her friend up into her grasp, then over her head until the tip of the ear swiped past the ocular sensor. The beam of light was broken and the door swished open silently. Elizabeth started making her way down the long hallway to the turbo lift. Even though she had traveled the path to her family's quarters hundreds of times, the perspective from this angle was a bit confusing and she had to keep checking both ways each time she reached a new junction. She whiffed at the air to distinguish her parents past trails and also the familiar smells that met her daily. Within little time, she was facing the door of the turbo lift and her next big obstacle in getting back to her parents. Raising the bunny yet again, the sensor didn't respond as the one in sickbay had. She tried numerous times, growing more frustrated with every attempt. Finally, she began banging her furry friend as hard as she could against the wall plate, and within moments the door to the lift opened up. The small child entered and looked about the conveyance, not too sure what to do at this point. Falling back upon what works, she began banging Ping against the sensor controls, until a half dozen of them lit up and the door closed in response. The lift doors opened to every floor chosen. The little girl would look out into the passageway and sniff quickly before the doors closed again. After about 4 times, the doors slid open once more. This time a very bewildered Hoshi entered the lift. She saw the young child and looked quickly to see who had her up at this late hour. Seeing no one in the lift, she moved in and picked up Elizabeth, dropping Ping to the floor in her attempt to corral the child. "Where are you off too?" she asked smiling softly and watching the child for any clues of how she wound up here, alone. "Mamma....Mamma.....See Mamma" her words were broken, not able to empathically connect with the young woman. She used what verbal skills she had, trying to get her task across to her unofficial Aunt. "Well....Mamma isn't able to have visitors right now sweetie....Why don't we go see Uncle Malcolm and see what he thinks about you're being so far from sickbay. Elizabeth just looked at her blankly, not thinking at all that she was heading in the right direction to see her mom. When Hoshi did get to Malcolm's quarters, he was as stunned as anyone to see her holding a very awake 2 year old. It had been going on for a while now, since before Trip and T'Pol's wedding that these two bridge officers were sharing a quiet relationship. Hoshi had simply been on her way to his cabin for the night. Showing up with a child wasn't at all what the young security officer thought of when the words quiet evening alone came to mind. He scowled and looked for some brief explanation that would have the little girl back in sickbay and the young Asian woman in his bed quickly. "Why do you have Elizabeth?" he asked, standing in the door way in a tee shirt and somewhat baggy sweats. "I found her in the turbo lift.....by herself." Hoshi smirked at him, realizing this child's late night excursions were part of his jurisdiction. "Alone?.....in the turbo lift?" He now was pondering how this little child knew to operate the lift, all thoughts of their romantic plans set aside until the mystery was solved. "What should we do?" Hoshi asked, wondering if the child should be returned to sickbay or her parents. "She needs to go back to sickbay." He replied taking the little one from her arms. "Maybe Trip and T'Pol would rather her come back to their quarters given her talents for escape." Hoshi was really worried that the small child would be hurt if she continued to get out of sickbay this way. "No...The commanders' quarters are under quarantine....She must go back to sickbay. I will take her there and have a talk with Phlox about better security measures. Perhaps I'll post a guard outside tonight until things can be changed inside sickbay to keep her from getting out." Malcolm, now much more at ease with handling the child, after all the many moments he spent trying to impress the young woman, carried the wayward little girl out the door and back to her temporary home. After talking with the good doctor about changes needed to keep her from escaping, he was true to his word about posting the guard inside sickbay and at least for this night the ship's mysterious little wonderer was corralled in her bunk for the night. *** T'Pol was still asleep on the bed when Trip woke up this time. He was tired, but more over he was a mess. Two days had passed and neither had gotten a shower, although he tried several times. Gently he eased himself from beneath his mate's weighted arm and moved toward the bathroom. It was a bit of a relief not to have his wife pawing at him for a moment, and Trip wasted no time using the facilities and turning on the water for a quick rinse at best. He had just gotten under the warm flow when a hand reached up and snatched him around in one swift motion. T'Pol stood there, a very hungry look in her eye and Trip knew his hopes of getting more than wet were very slim. He pushed her back a bit and tried grabbing for the liquid soap his mate had brought from home. She slapped the polymer bottle from his hands and wrapped her arms about his neck. "Now cut that out." Trip replied, once more pushing her back and away from him. He reached down and retrieved the undamaged flask. She tried to swing for it again, but the young engineer prepared for her movement and leaned out of the young woman's blow. T'Pol's hand hit the wall with a thud that sent a startle through her to him. "See whatcha get when you don't play nice." He poured a bit of the soap into his palm and started lathering up the important parts. His mate didn't heed for long, throwing his arms out of her way and grabbing onto what she desired most of all. "Hey....I'm getting a bath here...." Trip was more than a little annoyed as he shoved her harder back against the shower wall. He went back to lathering, pouring more of the shiny soap onto his body. T'Pol watched this and became intrigued by the light playing off his shimmering surfaces. Trip watched her ogling him and noticed that her hair was more matted from play then from water. She also was in need of a good lathering, but wasn't about to sit still for it. He considered a moment then it hit him. Trip poured yet another generous amount of soap into his hands. He set the flask aside and looked upon his mate as a new challenge to be concord. He opened his arms wide, not spilling any of the thickened liquid. "You want this?" The Human asked stepping just under the warm water. He saw the Vulcan's eyes light up with a new intensity he'd never seen before. Bracing himself for another attack, Trip waited calmly until she started for him. Once in motion, Trip swung out of her way as she passed through the water stream and he pinned her up against the wall at the back of the shower. T'Pol struggled a bit then felt his hands roving all over her body and settled into the feelings this action was bringing. She leaned back into him affording him access to her front and he made use of this moment, groping quickly about every inch of her while she would tolerate it. His own arousal was building at the feel of her silky skin against his palms. The bubbles built up and began gathering on the floor about their feet. T'Pol swung around to face him, her eyes heady and dark. She brought her arms about his neck as his hands started with her posterior attributes. He leaned backward, bringing her back into the water stream as she began kissing his mouth passionately. The Vulcan's considerable strength seemed lessened by the forcefulness Trip was showing to her. She pulled his head to hers, those long slender fingers getting caught in his newly washed hair. T'Pol broke contact with his mouth, and began making her way downward. Trip was in a daze, now too overly stimulated to even think about stopping her. He saw the soap suds still enveloping his fingers and began stirring them around in her hair, now matted further from the flowing water. His fingers started to massage at her scalp, but found a more rhythmic motion as they moved in time with her lips upon his maleness. His eyes closed once more, as his knees grew weak. The human in him let out a soft groan as she continued to peak his arousal for her own purpose. Trip pulled her up to meet his eyes, seeing now that all the soap wasn't out of her hair, he pushed her back a bit under the water. She fussed, not wanting to break contact with him then leaned forward against him before her locks were fully rinsed. Weak as he was, Trip once more pushed her beneath the water, only this time she came back at him more annoyed. She turned him away from the warm stream and forcefully pushed him against the shower wall. He hit it with a startling thud. Almost immediately she came up and pinned him to the metallic surface, taking his mouth roughly with hers. (Where's a hypospray when you need one?) He thought and realized that this one was gonna have to be done without the aid of medical science. 
TBC - Part 3 out next Friday..............Sorry School works comes first.....T. 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 commentsWow. Trip's adapting well - he may survive Pon Farr, after all! Would love to see the shower picture... (it's great that you attach pics to your stories) Good Ole Malcolm: Finally, someone posted a guard outside of Sickbay to catch that slippery little T'Tyke - She's too cute! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you can't stop there! LOL poor Trip...just a toy... great post...made my nite! ;) Fantastic chapter. Love how Trip is handling T'pols Pon Farr. Very realistic. Can't wait to see how the shower session goes. No hypo spray - Poor Trip. Lizzy is just so incredibly cute! And your version of Pon'Farr is intriguing and very realistic, you're doing an incredible work! Go on that way... Nice Chapter :) I especially liked Lizzie banging her bunny to get around :) Can't way till you update... Love your attention to detail, and the story development, not hurried or rushed. Excellent!!!! Oh really!! Trip has got it so bad,,, I mean what guy could ever put up with being the sexual plaything of a stunningly beautiful women,,, Oh he's got it so tough.
This is terrific! I love your incorporation of the shower scene... It really gives the reader a clear picture of what's going on (since we've all seen that scene in the series) without having to get too explicit. I like the way you're tastefully handling the sex, too. I don't need the names of body parts to figure out what's going on... sometimes subtler is better. Oh... and Lizzie is a sweetie! loved it cant wait for more Woweee... I need a cold shower, myself, after that one! Tastefully done, though and I appreciate it. Glad you are liking it. I'm having fun with it too. Wish my school work wasn't so much so I could crank it out a bit faster....But we haven't got into the thick of the Pon Farr yet. It gets bumpy from here.....T. i hope it get fun the pon farr awsum story keep goin Hmmmm. Lizzie the terror. I'm loving this story series. The pictures are a nice touch: ) Love it, looking forward to the next update. It's been sent in guys, sorry for the inconvenience. Nasty thesis took longer than I expected.....T. hey when did you say your were going to post your story What date is the next chapter I'm really enjoying this I love those stories. But now I hardly die waiting for the new chapter! Inga sorry guys, I don't know what the problem is. I sent the story in on last friday, and even resent it yesterday to two different places, but I don't know why it's not getting through....I will try again later today.....T |