And Baby Makes 4 - Part 3And Baby Makes 4 By: TLR July 15th, 2005 Rated: R Adult content This story starts shortly after the end of Part 2. Trip was getting rough handed in the shower, Lizzie was under guard in sickbay and Malcolm was facing a growing security issue, in the form of a 27 inch power house of bi-species origin. Enjoy. Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Productions. ~~~~~ Part 3 “Ooooohhhhhh” Trip groaned as he started to push himself off the shower stall floor. A light spray of cool water was hitting the reddened skin on his lower frame, causing his manhood to retreat as far as possible into his torso to get back to the warmth it was use too. Trip stood, hunched holding his hand to his lower back. Their last round was not totally free of sedatives, and he was now realizing just how important that medication was to getting through this. He looked about the room and noticed his enthusiastic partner was missing. cough…cough., He heard a sound from the other room and went to investigate. Trip entered the main living area, seeing his mate crouched on the sofa digging into the new vegetarian platter with both hands. She shoveled it in two fisted and was intermittently choking on the food in her overstuffed mouth. Trip went over to slow her down. “Hey, slow down, will ya.” He grabbed the pieces of vegetables out of her hands. She stared up at him angrily then swiped the items back, turning herself to put her body between him and the food. T’Pol twisted her head around and continued to glare at him, occasionally taking bites from the colorful strips of vegetables she was holding. “Excuse me……I just didn’t want you to choke.” Trip’s sarcasm showed his crankiness. He rubbed his back again, walking away and over toward the bureau. He took out a pair of sweats and clumsily climbed into them. Tying the string in front, the young engineer then went over to sit on the cushions across from his ravenous wife. He looked at the plate and noticed most all the fruit was already gone. “Gee, thanks for saving me some.” He added, picking through the remaining carrots and celery stalks. T’Pol watched as he shuffled through the remnants, seeing his disinterest, then looked down at the pieces of apple in her left hand. Looking once more at her mate, she considered for a moment. Trip was just picking through the last few pieces of vegetables, trying to decide what to settle for when he saw a hand come out and into his view. T’Pol held out the fist of slightly crumbled apples slices, offering them to him in a less than delicate way. He opened his hands and accepted the crumbling fruit, looking up into her face to see the lonely childlike look in her eyes. “Thank you…” Trip smile softly and brought the mangled fruit to his lips. She watched him eat it, growing with desire. T’Pol turned her body toward him again, and inched forward on the sofa. She leaned over the platter, her breasts becoming part of the view for her mate. Trip noticed her change in demeanor and realized she was still sedation free. He eased himself off the cushions, and slowly got to his feet. Within a few steps, T’Pol matched his distance quickly and was touching him on the arm before he got to the bed. Trip grabbed the hypospray from under the pillow and quickly dashed behind the mounted chair in front of the desk. T’Pol again mirrored his movements, grabbing onto the chair seat and leaning in toward the back rest trying to get at her prey. Trip kept his distance, occasionally attempting to catch her in the arm or the neck. She dodged and weaved, all the time twisting the chair left or right trying to remove this obstacle from between them. Finally Trip stopped attempting to covertly get her medicated. He held out the hypospray before her and watched as she stared at the item. “Here…. you take a shot and I’m all yours.” He saw her eyes grow narrow, and wondered what her willful Vulcan mind was contemplating. It wasn’t until she slapped the injector from his hand, sending it flying across the room, did he realize this was gonna be much harder than the thought. Trip grabbed hard onto the backing of the chair and watched her return to trying to clear the item. They danced round and round, each keeping the same distance in an effort to get their own way. Finally, T’Pol tightened her grip on the seat and heaved upward, pulling the furnishing from its bolting and held it in the air before her. Trip’s eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. He wasn’t quite sure what shocked him more, the fact that she had the strength to do such a thing, or that she did, knowing his love for every inch of this ship. T’Pol looked defiantly at him then tossed the chair across the room, toward Lizzie’s door. “Hey… That wasn’t necessary.” He hollered out of reflex then saw her over heated attention turn to him. Trip backed up against the desk, as she inched forward. His hand absently searched its surface for another discarded hypo, but realized that there were none available. His nervous mind started to fear her formidable strength, remembering their last round. (She’s more awake, refueled and pissed off, a possibly deadly situation.) He thought, sizing up the circumstances. T’Pol hesitated a moment, sensing his uneasiness and leaned back to an upright position. Her pause didn’t go unnoticed by her mate, who relaxed a bit when he realized he could still communicate with her on a basic level through their bond. She stared at him blankly for a moment. T’Pol went over to the discarded hypospray that lay just beside the main door. She picked it up and walked back towards her husband. Trip leaned hard against the desk again as she approached, wondering if she would turn the sedative on him. Although mild for a Vulcan, that same sedative in a human would be considerably stronger and he may not be able to tolerate it. She stopped just before him, holding it in front of her. The Vulcan held it there for a long moment before she lifted it to her neck and pressed the button. The hissing sound it made relaxed Trip’s fears immediately. His mate tossed the item onto the desk top and began moving in for her reward. Trip’s bottom slid along the edge of the desk surface until it slipped off to the lower surface of the bed. T’Pol pushed him backward onto the comforter and began ripping at the fabric of his sweats. The tearing material stung at his skin a bit as he tried to lift his hips to allow the item to slip off. The entire front panel split in half and Trip raised his head, staring down at his now ruined clothing. T’Pol continued to work on clearing the item. Her movements were gruff, yanking uncoordinatedly at the leggings of the pants. Finally they snapped off, and were hurled across the room onto the floor. She then climbed back over her mate’s body, running her nose alone the trail of his scent. She started nibbling on his neck, something that always sent Trip’s mind hazy. He eased his head back and closed his eyes this time tolerating the touch of his wife’s manipulations after medication was added. The comm buzzer rang, and brought the young engineer’s mind back to the here and now. He inched over, his hand wrenching out from beneath the Vulcan’s naked frame. It finally reached the edge of the desk and flipped the switch. “Trip here.” His voice was winded, reflecting the job it took to get to the button. “Commander… How are things going?” Phlox was checking in with the young man, having not heard his daily report yet today. “We’re okay.” He added then felt the heat on his senses as she moved her way down his body. T’Pol’s hands led the way for her lips, as they danced over every square inch of her mate’s form. He let out a soft groan as her hands began to hit the lower part of his abdomen, knowing what would be next. “Are you in need of anything, Commander?” Phlox acted like he didn’t hear the sound, although everyone on the ship knew that a Denobulan’s hearing was almost as sensitive as a Vulcan’s. “Na..” Trip’s mind began to wonder at the sensation then realized his stomach was empty, and he’d already lost 3 pounds. “Actually doc, you can send us more food and maybe something more substantial for me. I know she is supposed to loose her appetite during this, but that doesn’t seem to be happening. In fact, quite the opposite, she’s ravenous…. I don’t know why, maybe we aren’t at full swing yet, but she can tear through a plate of fruit and veggies like nobody’s business.” Trip heard his stomach rumbling over the soft slurping sounds his wife was making on his belly. “It may be the supplements Commander. They are supposed to have that affect. I wouldn’t worry about it. Just make sure she is getting her 4 a day. She is getting her supplements, isn’t she?” Phlox’s tone was a combination of worry and enforcing. “Yeah….She hates the stuff, but I with hold other benefits until she takes them, so now she tries to take more than 4, thinking of the reward she’ll get for doing this. But don’t worry. I keep her to only 4, just like you said.” “Hey maybe I should try taking some of those. I really am tired of veggies and fruit and could use some supplemental protein.” Trip relaxed his head back, enjoying the soft lip service his skin was feeling. T’Pol’s hands had eased back along the sore spot on his thigh, this time rubbing it gingerly to relieve the earlier rudeness. “NO Commander…please don’t do that…Those supplements were formulated for Vulcans. They wouldn’t work well for you. I will see to it that Chef adds some human protein items to your next tray and will have it brought as soon as possible.” Phlox seemed relieved that he got his whole statement out without being interrupted. “Alright Doc…” Trip started and felt a familiarly hard touch traveling to his privates. It would seem now that his mate was testing their elasticity, and although arousing at first, her impatience for him to get off the comm and tend to her was showing. He tolerated it a bit longer. “How’s Lizzie doing?” He asked, knowing this would be the last communication for the day. “She is well…. Crewman Cutler has been assisting me to watch her. They are finger painting at this time. Would you like to speak with her?” The jovial doctor asked knowing full well that the child’s father was in the middle of something by his intermittent heavy breathing and soft groans. “Na…she’ll just get homesick.” Trip felt a sharp pull on his member and responded instantly to it. “Hey….stop yankin on that, T’Pol, it doesn’t come off !!” Phlox heard the comment and stifled a chuckle. “Well Commander, I’ll let you get back to things there. Your tray will be outside your quarters shortly. Call if you are in need of anything else. Phlox out.” And with that the very amused alien flipped the switch and gave his commanding officers their much needed privacy. Trip reached over and hit the switch, just barely. He looked down at his mate, watching her head bob and weave over his lower torso. Her lips were now doing the work of her fingers, and Trip couldn’t help but give in to the overwhelming pleasures she was bringing him with her work. He laid his head against the pillows, as his eyes rolled back. A much louder groan escaped his lips as she dove deeper onto his manhood, now her touch matching the overwhelming headiness his mind was feeling. *** Phlox turned to see a paint covered Elizabeth standing just beside him. He knew the child must have sensed the good doctor was talking to her parents, and wanted to be in on the conversation. He moved to a squatting position and looked at the little tyke on a more even keel. Her face had streaks of yellows, and blues, with a particularly long swipe of red running down the center of her nose. The bright colors against the pale green hue of her skin was appealing, the little girl making a very pleasant canvas. She stared around the room expectantly, hoping to see her father in some remote corner of sickbay. Phlox knew she heard his voice and would be confused by his absence. "Your parents are okay....They just need you to stay with us a while longer. They send their love and hugs to you." The doctor reached out and picked the little child up. He held her away from him, seeing the numerous globs of paint she had on her clothing. Walking across the room, he handed the less then kempt thing to Cutler, who herself looked to be wearing a bit of paint. The young woman giggled softly about his distaste for the activity, then turned with Lizzie to the back, and a much needed extra bath. She set her down and turned to fetch the water for their makeshift tub. Once out of the room, Lizzie took off back out into the main area. She spied a large cart, that a young crewman was using to bring the doctor some extra supplies from one of the cargo bays. The little girl toddled over and slipped onto the lower shelf of that cart. The draping of a tarp, used to cover the cargo made her almost unnoticeable in her position. Phlox continued to inventory the items a moment longer, then sent the young man on his way to make the remainder of his deliveries. Along for the ride was the ship's resident wanderer. In the hallway just outside of the crews mess, Chef carried the tray of food for the Commanders' room. It was heavy and you could tell by his demeanor, having to drop everything and make yet another tray for our wayward twosome, was very inconvenient. He saw Crewman Stewart coming up behind him, and almost lost control of the large tray. "Here let me give you a hand." The young crewman helped the older male steady the tray once more. "Thank you... That was a close one." Chef again reflected his displeasure. "Where's that going?" Stewart asked pushing his cart along side the rotund cook. "To the Tucker's cabin." He turned his tone about, indicating the intriguing nature of the commanders' captivity. "I'm going right past there to the bio lab...I could drop that off for you." The young man stopped and motioned to the empty top of his cart. "That would be great.....Thank you....Just leave it outside their door.... and don't ring the bell..." Chef added quickly setting the item on top of the tarp and turning hastily to get back to making the crew's dinner. "Okay?" Stewart was even more perplexed by the cook's last set of instructions, but did as he was told. He went down the hallway toward the turbo lift and rolled his now full cart in as soon as the door opened. Back in sickbay, a more than a little frantic Cutler searched around all the bio beds for her rambunctious nymph. She feared calling Phlox's attention to the fact that she'd once more lost Elizabeth. This was the 5th time in 3 days that the slippery little girl got away from the young woman. But so far only once did she get away from her and out of sickbay. The crewman continued to search high and low, around every piece of equipment until she'd exhausted all her options. Finally she called Phlox out to fill him in on the dilemma. Once informed, the doctor immediately notified Malcolm and within moments, both a security detail and a smaller search party of Phlox, the captain and Malcolm were combing the hallways looking for a 28 inch tall terrorist. Back on Level C, the doors of the lift opened and a very curious crewman Stewart started down the hallway toward the Commanders' cabin. He pushed his cart slowly, not letting any of the tea from the pitcher spill. Just outside the cabin, he picked up the tray and set it down upon the floor. Curiosity getting the better of him, he took a moment to lean his ear to the door and couldn't hear anything. He half wondered if the occupants were dead, but decided he'd better get back to his business, if all the things he heard about sensitive Vulcan hearing were correct. While the young man was spying on her parents, Lizzie eased out from the second level of the cart and stepped back into one of the bulk head seams. She huddled there a moment, and waited to see the young man leave before coming out into view. She went to the doorway, banging her little fist against the hard cool metal, making a faint thumping sound. There was no response. The little girl repeated the motion, hoping this time to hear some movement, still nothing. Frustrated, she sat down beside the tray and started pulling off the thing plastic layer that covered it. Picking at the sandwich, added for the human, Lizzie smelled the foul stench of meat and put it down immediately. She picked up instead a piece of melon and began chomping on it with her partially tooth filled mouth. Her 9 teeth played hit or miss with the fruit, and dribbles of juice ran down her chin onto her clothing. The child ate a few more pieces before the door swooshed open and a very disheveled Daddy stepped out in surprise. Trip looked back over his shoulder as he stepped out of the cabin. His mate was still asleep on the bed, but his stomach wouldn't let him pass out after the last round. He looked down to find his paint covered, drooling child sitting on the floor munching on his tray. Her father quickly closed the cabin door and activated the lock from the outside. He knelt down beside his daughter as she came up to wrap excited hands about his neck. "Dadda.....Dadda.......See Dadda...." She stuttered, but through their bond he heard very clearly how much the child missed her parents and was worried that her mom wasn't feeling well. The guilt at knowing his child could sense the pain his mate was going through was heavy on his heart, and he stroked her back and kissed her hair. The remnants of paint rubbed off on his face in areas, painting him a bit like she was. They stayed together a while, Trip catching a whiff of the ham sandwich on the tray. He reached down and eagerly picked it up. Shoveling the foul smelling item in quickly, Lizzie made faces at her parent for choosing to eat something that smelled in that way. It was only moments before the smaller posse came around the corner and caught site of the father and daughter duo. "There you are." Phlox pushed past the group and took the wayward child from her father. "I'm sorry Commander.....she is quite determined to get to you and T'Pol, I'm afraid." "How'd she get out of sickbay?" Trip asked, not as upset as Jon expected him to be at the thought of his small child wondering the passageways of a starship by herself. "I don't know.... I assume she hitched a ride. Crewman Cutler only left her for a moment to fetch her bath water." The doctor watched the child leaning out for her father. "How's things going with T'Pol....Is she feeling any better?" The captain added to get his chief medical officer off the hook, but decided to reprimand him in private once they returned the child to sickbay. "She's getting there, but we still have a ways to go." Trip replied still trying to swallow the sandwich whole. He ran his crumb filled fingers through his messy mop. There came a heavy banging on the door, from the inside. This startled all the men present. It was repetitive, and growing in intensity with every passing second. Trip just smile sheepishly, not knowing how to explain the situation. (CUT THAT OUT...!!!!!) He ordered mentally and noticed a pleasant break in the obnoxious sound. "What was that?" Jon turned and stood directly in front of his friend. "The fever makes Vulcans a bit testy, Cap'n" Trip wasn't exactly lying, but wasn't about to get into any further explanations. After a few more seconds, the banging started again, only this time louder and small dents were beginning to appear on the outside of the door with each volley. (I SAID CUT IT OUT....I WILL BE IN SOON..!!) His thoughts were even more angered at his predicament. However they had no affect, and the banging and dents continued to mount. "HEY WILL YA KNOCK IT OFF IN THERE !!!!! " Trip was now enraged, and hollered so loud that even through the steel door frame, she heeded his tone. The young engineer turned back to his shipmates, now standing there in shock. Malcolm's mouth was a gap, for once the witty Englishman a loss for words. Jon's look grew more concerned. "You think it's safe for you to go in there?" The captain asked, wondering if maybe Malcolm should fetch some phase pistols from the weapons locker. "Yeah Cap'n. She just knows her daughter is out here and the fever has got her a bit stirred up, that's all. Phlox gave me plenty of medicine for the fever, and I'll get some in her when she eats. In the meantime, you all had best get Lizzie back to sickbay." He leaned in and kissed the child on her forehead. "We love ya, munchkin... Go with Uncle Phlox, Uncle Malcolm and Uncle Jon for me sweetie, okay?" Lizzie began to fuss, knowing she was once more being taken from her parents. She could feel her mother's overwhelming turmoil and wanted desperately to get to her and make things better. But in an instant, the group had turned and was heading down the hallway. "You let me know Commander, if you need anything." Phlox called out with a whimpering little Lizzie hanging over his shoulder reaching out to her father. "No....see Dadda....see Dadda......No..." Her words could be heard going down the passageway, with the occasional questioning looks from Malcolm and Jon as they walked with the exasperated pair. Once in the turbo lift, Trip deemed it safe to open the door. He picked up the tray and balanced it on one hand, keying the code into the locking mechanism with the other. Before he had the chance to press the open button, the door scraped open, with two sets of slender fingers prying at it with brute strength. "Back....Get Back.....Don't make me spill this......You can get what you want once I put the tray down, but right now Get Back..." Trip kept his one hand out in front of her pushing the Vulcan back into the room. Once the door inched closed, he re-engaged the locking mechanism and went to put the tray over onto the table. He'd no sooner set it down, when a very feisty T'Pol jumped upon him, knocking him to the sofa. "Hey.." He let out a holler, feeling her roughhousing growing more substantial. To his surprise, the Vulcan stopped a moment, picking up a hypospray from beside them on the cushions. She injected herself quickly, then grabbed one of the flasks from the table as well, and kicked that back. Having fulfilled all her requirements, Trip had no choice, but to throw up his arms and give into her sexual escapades. *** Malcolm, Jon and Phlox made their way carrying the small child in relative silence. The events of a few moments ago were fresh in their minds and each was considering whether to comment or simply leave the past drop. It wasn't until they hit the sickbay doors, did the captain begin to express his thoughts. "How the hell did a 2 year old get all the way from sickbay to her parent's cabin unnoticed. For petes sake, she is only 2 foot high. She can't even reach the damn buttons, and yet she manages to escape from here on a daily basis. Are you telling me that I am gonna have to assign a permanent security detail to her for the remainder of this quarantine?" Jon was frustrated, his concern for his commanding officers being aired with the frustration of keeping his wayward passenger in check. "Captain...we aren't talking about just any normal 2 year old. Vulcan children are quite intelligent. Their aptitudes are far greater than any human children of the same age. At two years, a Vulcan child is functioning on levels equal to that of a six year old. Their reasoning abilities are far more developed, and their curiosity is instinctual. They are born investigators." The good doctor tried to alleviate the man's concerns, but was having a difficult time convincing him that the little girl was functioning at a six year old level. "She can't even put three words together.....Are you trying to tell me that she can reason, even devise a plan of escape?" "She doesn't have to put more than two words together, she is empathic. She's only developed language as much as she has because not everyone around her can hear her when she is communicating in that manner. Vulcan children are not socialized until they are close to school age. Their inability to control their thoughts and emotions make them offensive to a culture of empaths who pride themselves on their control. Children are kept inside the family unit and taught language as a secondary, and usually not before three years of age, in preparation for them to begin attending school. During this time, their control is worked on as well, so when they enter their primary education, they do not offend their teachers and fellow students too much, although their control is far from perfect, and it will be many more years before they can be allowed out into more social settings." Phlox was quite defensive of his position. "Been reading the Vulcan data base again Doctor?" Jon was flustered. It hadn't occurred to him that Vulcan children could be so different from Human. He placed his hands on his hips as if bracing for a further explanation. "Actually, there is nothing written in the Vulcan Data base about child rearing. T'Pol explained to me that there would be no need for Vulcans to write about childhood development, since Vulcan parents would be raising Vulcan children. However she was quite informative about Elizabeth's special needs. It was necessary for me to understand the child if I was to care for her while her parents were on duty." Now the good doctor was defensive, demonstrating the lengths he had gone to, to be the best at caring for this unique child. "I'm sure you are doing your best doctor, but I don't like the circumstances and I certainly don't like the fact that my two senior officers are locked away. Are you sure Trip can handle all that T'Pol is going through? Shouldn't she be here where you can monitor her more closely?" The captain turned and paced the room. Malcolm stood in silence, now holding on to the wayward dwarf for safe keeping. "I assure you captain....These are the most ideal circumstances for what Commander T'Pol is going through. Firstly, because any additional stimulation would just set her off, and we all saw just what she can do if she is set off. Secondly, because her empathic connection with her husband may calm her somewhat, but his presence is what truly relaxes her. I am checking in with the commander daily, and keeping them stocked up on the medicines and food items they need. Mr. Tucker and I had a long conversation about what to expect when she first started with the symptoms, and I assure you, if things even look like they are getting out of hand, he has the essentials he needs to sedate her completely. He even has a phase pistol hidden in a safe place, just in case." The Denobulan was pleading with the captain. "I take it this wasn't in the Vulcan Data base either." Jon wasn't giving up on this subject, not happy being out of the loop. "Captain, as you must know, I am not at liberty to discuss the details of any of my patients, but it is adequate to say that there is no documentation on illnesses either. Very few Vulcans are serving on Human ships, so why would there be a need. When T'Pol came aboard, she and I sat down and discussed many aspects of her care, so I would be prepared. That, along with the data her government sent me to make sure I cared for her properly, I think I have been able to keep her quite healthy." "You have done a wonderful job, Phlox....I just don't like not knowing." Archer made a point of decreasing his emotions, as not to offend his brilliant friend. "But there is still the issue of what to do to keep this little terrorist from breaking loose again." "I could assign an around the clock security detail." Malcolm offered shifting the substantial toddler over onto his left arm. "I hate to have to do that, but it's looking like it's the only way we are gonna make it through the next 3 days. You are sure this thing will be over in 3 days aren't you?" The captain once more turned to the good doctor for reassurance. "Yes..... I have it on good authority that things should be clearing up in the next 3 days." He afforded the two men the large unworldly smile he was so known for. "Alright then," Malcolm started placing Lizzie into the good doctor's arms. "I'll get it set up starting tonight. Your first detail should be reporting to you by 20:00 hours." With that Malcolm nodded his leave to the captain and turned. He exited sickbay through the swooshing doors, as Lizzie watched planning her next big adventure. The captain gave the Denobulan a wary look, as if thinking this wasn't the last time there would be an incident in sickbay, but couldn't for the life of him figure out how with a security detail, this little girl was going to break loose and escape again. After a few moments he left and headed off to his quarters. He turned on the tape of last week's water polo match and noticed the definite lack, in that watching it with his closest friend was always much more fun than by himself. *** Trip woke to an aching pain in his back. He leaned forward off the floor, his head knocking against the cushions of the sofa, he and T'Pol fell off of during their last wild session. She lay beside him, her body draped half on, half off. The stiffness in his neck and shoulders was talking loudly at him as he eased out from beneath her frame. Slowly getting to a standing position, the young engineer looked down at the sleeping form of his wife. She was disheveled, curled up into a loosely shaped ball as her extremities seemed to be tangled about themselves in no set pattern. Even in this state she was beautiful. Trip realized just how much he missed the sound of her voice and the feel of her thoughts in his mind. He longed to call out to her, to join her in that plain white space again, but knew she still had a ways to go. Suddenly he was aware of two eyes upon him. The young Vulcan stared blankly up at him then started to move in his direction. She came to all fours and began to crawl, like a cat stalking her prey. (Oh no....not again....) Trip's mind was as achy as his body. "Darlin.....can we take a break......my back is killing me...." He asked inching away from her. Trip watched as his mate found a discarded hypospray on the floor. She instinctively pressed it to her neck and the hiss was loud and telling. "Yeah....that's good, but I really need a break.....Honey please....." Still the young man eased away from her. She continued her forward movement, coming up now to a kneeling position before the desk. Atop the surface, there were a set of three flasks. All contained the supplement preparation that Phlox had given him. She took one gruffly in her hand and tossed it back, drinking every drop with a definite displeased grimace. "Okay.....It was time for one of those too, but really T'Pol..... I need to get a break.... Trip was now cornered on the bed, as the young woman came from her knees to a standing posture. She advanced toward him and Trip feared he would have to get forceful with her again. But as she went to take him, her hands touched the skin on his arm and a whole host of emotions hit her mind. Dread, fear, pain, regret and sadness flooded her consciousness. T'Pol recoiled from the onslaught and made her husband just a bit concerned. "Hey...what's wrong....?" He asked coming off the bed and moving toward her retreating body. "It's okay.... I'm not gonna hurt you." He added moving her now back toward the food tray on the living area table. The fear she exhibited from the start had seemed to return and Trip couldn't understand why she was now so afraid of his touch. (What has changed? Maybe my yelling has hurt her feelings?) He was desperate to understand the changes so he could help her get through the remaining three days. It wasn't until he saw her staring at his movements did he get a clue as to what was upsetting her. (She thinks she has hurt me.) The thought came to him as clearly as if it were totally his own. Trip moved over to take her in his arms. T'Pol kept her hands locked across her body acting as though she didn't want to cause him further harm. He pulled her close and rested his head a top her hair. He felt her breath release at this movement, could feel her pleasure at having him near. In this release, she also seemed pensive, as if not wanting to give into her needs again. "Honey....it's okay..... You didn't hurt me.... I slept funny, that's all. Nothing a hot shower and a good night's sleep won't cure." Trip whispered this into her ear and hoped it would work at easing her fears. He lifted her face to his and stole the sweetest, most gentle kiss from her lips making it all too clear he would have none of her standoffishness. T'Pol didn't flinch like before, didn't even try to run. She accepted his sweet gesture and seemed to let it relax her fears all the more. Trip repeated this gesture again and again, feeling his own muscles easing a bit from the simple pleasures making love was bringing. He'd never thought there was a difference between having sex and making love before this week started, but now he was appreciating the extreme subtleties that they were about to explore. He took her by the hand and led his wife into the bath. The warm water hitting his tight muscles, made him groan with relief. He eased her once more into his arms. This time there would be no quick rushes to orgasm, just a slow romancing of the woman he loved. He began planting soft kisses about her shoulders and neck, coming down and continuing this trail across her breastbone. He felt her body shutter in response and a sly smile came to his lips, knowing he was finally getting to do things his way. T'Pol's hands came up and pulled his mouth to hers more aggressively, but found her mate reluctant to relinquish control this time. The more she tugged, the more he retreated. He would stop and stare at her for a moment, before going back to his own explorations. This thought made him feel a bit vindicated, after their first night of passion so long ago, when she had used him for her own pleasure, then called it an exploration. Many truths had been stated since that night, all the misconceptions had ended and now they were here in each other's arms. (Amazing.). He ran his soaped up hands up and down along her body, stopping occasionally to stimulate various arousal points. He could feel her needs growing within and knew she wanted to take over and get them quenched in a hurry. But this time was for him and he'd not hear any different. Trip played lazily with her mouth, sucking and nibbling on each lip, holding each movement before moving on. He took her lower lip between his forcing her head back in shear pleasure. They moved backward a bit more beneath the water stream.  Trip's hands roved wildly now about her body. The lather had all washed away as they played beneath the heated stream. T'Pol stopped trying to take the lead, seeing as how her desires were transferring to him and he was acting them out more to her liking. He pushed her further until her back was up against the shower stall. At this point he broke his connection with her mouth and looked passionately into her eyes. His need was almost as great as hers, when he reached down and grabbed her buttocks, hoisting it roughly up. His fingers slipped down a bit and found her thighs, parting them to fit tightly about his waist. Trip's breathing was heady as was his mates. She watched his face with dead concentration, as if willing him to take these actions. All was still for a moment, then the young man thrust forward mightily. A very audible groan escaped both their lips. He stayed like this a long moment before retreating for yet another run. Again this movement was dramatic and brought about a very desirable response from the woman in his arms. After a few moments, the thrusting was more rhythmic, yet not decreasing in intensity. T'Pol grasped hard about his shoulders and held on as Trip's fingers began to dig into the skin of her thighs. There was an audible thumping sound, as the Vulcan's back met and left the surface with every thrust. Their skin slapped together in basic passion, calling them to only go faster and harder than the time before. Trip's breathing grew rapid, his knees becoming weak. His head was whirling, no greater arousal had he known these last few days, his body calling for a release. Groan after groan was coming from his mate, as she climbed the peak of pleasurable ecstasy. Trip held onto his own control, waiting for that one sound that would let him know she had truly reached her peak. It came in the form of a sharp breath and shudder that shook her entire frame. As if tuned to his maddening pace, his body released just after getting this confirmation, sending them both to the floor in a wasted heap. Trip lay atop her trying to block as much of the spraying water as possible. His mind was hazy, ready to go unconscious, but tried to hold on as long as possible. T'Pol was out cold, her head flung back and mouth softly agape. Her young husband leaned forward and kissed her lips gently before succumbing to his own overwhelming exhaustion. (Now this is the way Pon Farr should be.) And with that he passed out cold. *************************************************************
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 commentsOoooooo! Very nice. Very, very nice. Poor Phlox, poor Mal, poor Jon... good thing Lizzy couldn't readh the open panel, huh? :) You have a real talent for this. Can't wait for the next part. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...I've been waiting for this update....well done! That little Lizzie...I knew a girl like her myself...so did my Mom! ;) Next part may be closer to Tuesday getting out, since this one just went up and I am finishing up my last week of my first class. I am getting an "A" thank you very much, but have two huge projects due by monday. If I get it done before then I will post, but school does come first....Upside, is that I am getting ready to have another 2 weeks off, and I have one week off of school too, so maybe I can crank out a few parts during that time.....Thanks again....T. Oh... my... god. If I smoked I'd be looking for a cigarette about now. The picture was extremely effective. Didn't think this feeling was possible without an NC-17 rating. Guess it was the shower... I was always a sucker for that shower scene. Wonderful post, TLR - Congratulations on the grade - You've got your priorities in order! Please, feel free to vent all your wayward creative energy our way during your hiatus from school - wouldn't want to see you struggle with keeping it bottled up - remember the Tuckers' mantra, "Do not put off until till tomorrow what you can Pon Farr today." This story is simply too much fun - especially all the nifty pics you insert. Lizzeee is more fun than Tribbles - poor Phlox. Kudos on the grades TLR, I would kill for A's, lol. I just love your writing. I'm so glad that your getting time off school, it will be a great gift for me since I'm starting school in two weeks. I have to agree with Distracted another of my favorite authors, that if i smoked you would of made me an addict by now. Also I love your quote Anne, and I have to agree. Also I can't leave without talking about the scene between Lizzie, Jon, Mal, and Travis. It was hilarious, lol. I also love Lizzie, that simple, hopefully she gets a little Lorian as a brother. Terrific job, TLR! Very hot. Can't wait to see how Lizzie escapes from the security detail... Poor Trip's not going to have much left in the way of clothes at this rate. Congrats on the A at school, too. yeah i thought you'd have this story by last friday, but i understand i go to college too, well not right i am on summer vacation, i am working now, but thanks keep it coming i love you stories Okay, so I have not been the best reader of fics, but I am trying now. I was informed that this addition to your story was hot, so here I am. Nice job. I will have to catch up on the rest of this series. Thank you. Congrats on your grade! I enjoy your stories, can't wait to find out what happens next. Thanks, for giving us an alternate ending to season four. Dang if I keep readin stories with scenes in them like this one had,, Im gona implode from lack of my own mate! Ok poor lil Lizzy is gona grab her Momma and never let her go when she finaly gets to see her. Im just lovin this one,, keep it up TLR,, and congrats on the grade. loved it cant wait for more Next part will be up by Tues. Finished my last school project and turned it in. Now I can relax and write nothing but T&T for the next week. Love it. Their adventures are a really nice divertion from thesises and research presentations. Just waiting for that last A paper to be graded. Thank god I am a writer by nature.......Yippi.....Trish. |