And Baby Makes 4 - Part 4

And Baby Makes 4

By: TLR

Rated R; adult content
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Pictures.
Summary: This story picks up shortly after the end of part 3. Trip and T’Pol have hit the mid point of Pon Farr and things are getting a bit more controllable, Lizzie now has her own personal security detail that she has too get away from and the rest of the Enterprise crew are trying to get to the real reason for the 2nd and 3rd in command’s quarantine. Enjoy.

July 30th, 2005

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Part 4

(dream)

T’Pol sat in front of him, Trip’s mind still reeling from their current conversation. “What just happened here? Did we just?....Are we?” To his amazement, she leaned into him taking his mouth hungrily to hers. She drove herself deeply into him, playfully arousing his tongue, with her darting motions. Then he watched the woman of his dreams come up to a kneeling position before him and quickly undo the belt of her satin robe. It slid off her shoulders and onto the floor in a graceful movement revealing the most exquisite body he’d ever seen. Trip’s eyes took in the sight before him hungrily, running along her length, up and back.

Then, as before, she leaned back into him, claiming his mouth to hers with even more aggressive manipulation. They rolled backward onto the metal flooring, Trip’s arms instinctively wrapping around the silkiness of her skin. Her hot flesh melting any reserve the young engineer had about fraternizing with his alien crewmate. T’Pol’s hands eagerly began pulling and tugging at his coverings until they lay in a heap in the corner of the room. She led him to her bed and began caressing his most sensitive areas with precise skill. Trip’s mind was whirling, his passions ignited to their highest level. He relaxed in her ministrations and allowed his own hands to return in kind, the sensations she was bringing him. His breathing grew frantic, as she climbed aboard him for the ride of his life.

Trip woke to the remnants of those heady feelings. He was surprised considering all the sex they’d had over the last 5 days alone, he’d be still dreaming about their first encounter together. But maybe that was the reason, since his longing for romance had been heightened by their excessive sexual encounters during T’Pol’s condition. He longed for her touch, her mind’s touch. He longed for her presence, her thoughts intertwined with his own. But more over he longed for the chance to make sweet passionate love with his wife, not the direct rough housing, aggressive form he’d experienced over the early phase of Pon Farr. His mind wondered to their last encounter, where he led them into a more sensual experience, the memory of which made his heart less restless for his mate.

Trip realized for the first time in days, he felt rested. He looked down and saw T’Pol laying flush against his side, her leg draped over his and her arm wrapped securely across his chest. He inhaled the soft scent of citrus, her signature scent and a loving smile graced his lips. Her body was relaxed, not like before when even in her sleep, her muscles ached to be in the act of mating. Her breathing was regular and deep, indicating she too was somewhere far in dreamland. (If only I could see her dreams.) Trip wished, knowing soon that would be a reality again. He longed for the end of this mental separation and a return to their bond, as it was before this craziness started.

He looked up at the chronometer and saw it was 10:00 hours. (Yikes….we slept 16 hours..!), that realization both surprised and impressed him, since even in his college years, he’d never been able to sleep more than 8. (Must have really needed it.) He thought, reminding himself that the last 5 days had only generated about 16 hrs of sleep all total, even then only in hour to hour & a half blocks. Trip stretched slightly, bringing his arm closer around her frame. The heat from her body was inviting and for the first time in days, Trip actually thought about waking her to initiate his own round of romantic love making. He saw a soft smile come upon her lips and decided he’d let her enjoy the dream she was having a while longer.

***

Lizzie sat at a small table in the corner of sickbay across from a less than comfortable Corp. Cole. It was the young woman’s tour of duty and Lieutenant Reed had assigned her to the little girl’s care for the day. It was evident by both their interactions that neither cared to be there. On Lizzie’s end, she had always been wary of the young woman, restricting contact with her and studying her closely, as if watching for inappropriate behavior. These were all traits she felt and saw her mother exhibit when coming in contact or communicating with this particular MACO.

This was an uncomfortable feeling for the young child, since she usually looked for opportunities to connect with people empathically, or at least try. Now here, away from her parents and under guard, the young one was getting a bit testy and didn’t care who she unleashed her emotions on. The Vulcan child sat there, arms folded tightly across her chest. She glared up at the woman who was becoming nervous under the intense scrutiny that the little girl’s change in behavior was bringing from those around them in sickbay.

Amanda Cole on the other hand couldn’t understand what the young child had against her. True the human’s interactions with her mother remained quite tense, T’Pol still not trusting the young woman’s intensions when it came to her mate. And of coarse, Amanda didn’t wish to experience the wrath of a jealous Vulcan again. But Elizabeth didn’t have any reason to be so leery of her, and yet every encounter they had, whether crossing paths in the hallway, or sitting beside the child and her father at movie night, was met with palpable distrust. This was making the MACO a bit edgy. Amanda picked up a piece of the puzzle Lizzie was playing with when she arrived to relieve Corp. Hathaway.

“Look sweetie…. Where do you think this piece goes?” The young woman set the piece down in front of the little girl and offered up her best nervous smile. Lizzie just sat there glaring over the pieces then returned her piercing eyes back to her unwanted company. (Well she might have her father’s eyes, but she’s got her mother’s ability to make things quite uncomfortable.) Amanda picked up the discarded piece and placed it into the section where it belonged. She sifted through a few more pieces, feeling the sting of the child’s stare piercing into her being. Several more uncomfortable minutes passed before the silence was broken again.

“Dink….” The child blurted out quickly and startled the young woman.

“What?” Amanda asked surprised that the little girl would offer her conversation.

“Dink….” Again Lizzie tried to communicate in the Human way.

“You want something to drink?” The Corp. asked thinking that, that was what the child was saying. Lizzie nodded her head vigorously and showed a brief smile to encourage the female a bit.

“Okay….I’ll get you something to drink…..What do you want…..Water?” Amanda watched for a response from the child. Lizzie shook her head just as vigorously in the negative.

“Okay…..no water…..milk then, how about some milk?” Again, came the negative response.

“How about some juice?” The MACO was just pleased that the child was communicating and had stopped staring daggers at her. She was determined to win over this wayward little girl.

Lizzie nodded to this then pointed over in the direction of the pantry. “Oh, does Phlox keep your juice in the pantry?” The Vulcan child’s nod grew more exaggerated which prompted the young woman to rise immediately and begin in the direction of the pantry cupboards. These cabinets were far on the other side of sickbay, behind Phlox’s private documentation area, which put the Corp briefly out of sight of the child. She bent down digging feverishly through the bottles and containers of food, trying to find any type of juice to win the child’s good graces.

Elizabeth picked up her bunny once the woman was out of sight and headed for the doorway. She waved if frantically above her head, its ears flopping to and fro in front of the door sensor. When it failed to activate the door, the small child began banging it up against the wall, slapping at the square with as much force as she could muster. Within seconds the door swooshed open and the child disappeared from sight.

Several minutes later, a very excited little Lizzie was making her way toward the turbo lift, when around the corner she ran smack into the long legs of the Enterprise’s chief of security. Elizabeth looked up into the face of her uncle Malcolm, as he stood there looking quite perturbed down at her. Reed bent down and scooped up the child by her armpits. He held her too him, with the child’s small bottom resting on the crook of his elbow. She leaned away and glared at him in disappointment as they started in silence back toward sickbay.

Moments later, they entered sickbay to find a very confused Corp Cole checking under biobeds and tables trying to locate her missing prisoner. She saw the look on the lieutenant’s face and knew a reprimand was coming.

“Loose something, Corp?” Reed asked with a hint of sarcasm. Amanda bowed her head, knowing now that a 2 year old child had gotten the better of her.

“Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again.” She came up and tried to take the child from his arms. Lizzie just pulled away and wrapped herself around her uncle for protection. This made the young woman back off, as Malcolm walked the little girl over to the chair and table setting. He placed her in the abandon seat and sat down beside her on another. Lizzie began immediately playing with the puzzle pieces, offering up a few to her uncle, encouraging him to join in her play. Amanda stood back and watched the conniving child make like nothing had happened. (Business as usual,….yep that is another trait she inherited from her Vulcan half.) The MACO thought as she pulled backward on an adjacent chair and sat down in front of the door activation button.

***

Trip woke again after another brief nap. His arms still lingered around T’Pol’s sleeping form. His stomach rumbled slightly, indicating that it was way past time for their morning meal. He looked again to the time piece and saw it was now 11:42 hours. This impressed him all the more, since he couldn’t believe he fell back to sleep after the first time. As he returned his gaze to his mate, he saw a very awake T’Pol, her head raised staring back at him.

“Good Morning….. or should I say good afternoon, almost.” His jest prompted the Vulcan to look toward the chronometer then back to him. Trip noticed her response and felt it to be a sign that the bulk of the madness was passing.

“You understood that?” He asked watching for her response. He so wished to hear her voice, now silent for almost a week, but instead came a shaky nod. (Well that is an improvement.) he thought and leaned up to kiss her forehead softly. His hand guided it back down onto his chest then moved to stroke gently the warm silky skin of her back.

“Ya hungry?” He asked, just wanting to have more interaction with her mind. Again came a nod, this time brushing lightly along his sparse golden curls.

“Well, I am sure there is a tray outside, although I don’t know how good the eggs will still be after all these hours.” Trip smirked knowing that talk of eating meat usually brought a disgusted look to his wife’s face. This time however she lifted her eyes to his and gave him a worried look, as if wondering whether she’d been partaking of the fleshy substance herself. Trip could sense her fears slightly in his mind and was quick to answer them, knowing how repulsed she would be otherwise.

“No honey….you only ate veggies and fruit. The meat was for me….You wouldn’t touch it…..I promise…” He gave her a soft smile and watched her uneasiness melt away. T’Pol rested her head back against him and took in a deep breath. His scent was alluring to her still, making all thoughts of food evaporate from her mind. She began running her hands along his side, which Trip noticed in an instant as a sign another sexual battle was about to start. He felt the difference, though.

This touch was significantly more controlled. Its intensity was of a loving nature. Gone was the gruffness of her fingers digging into his flesh, now only slow tender strokes which raised his arousal level faster than any mental ability could do. Now both his body and mind were being stimulated simultaneously and Trip relaxed in the feelings of making love to his mate once more.

T’Pol’s hand moved from her husband and reached under an adjacent pillow. She groped around until she found the hidden hypospray and brought it to her neck. This time Trip’s hand stopped her. “I don’t think we need that baby. I think you have this more under control.” He took the item from her and laid it back down on the far side of the bed. T’Pol came up to a sitting position, straddling his manhood and gazing down at him with a more innocent loving look. She reached over to the counter and grabbed a flask of supplement. Before Trip could stop her, she downed it making the customary face as its vile taste assaulted her senses.

“Well you probably don’t need those anymore either, but they can’t hurt you.” Trip murmured pulling her down to him. He took her lips in his, one at a time, their closeness drew him into her spell without hesitation. She braced her arms against the bed, her ample bosoms playing against his chest. Trip’s eyes darted to the wavering objects and his hands lifted her hips up further to take the bouncing flesh into his mouth. T’Pol’s head leaned back. Her eyes were closed and breathing drawn deep into her chest. The sensations she was feeling through her bond, his enjoyment of this action were greater than the tingling his manipulations were causing. She focused directly at their bond and forced a bit of those heady feelings past the barriers and into his mind.

For the first time in days, sensations not his own, hit Trip square between the eyes. They were weak, barely readable, but because he was longing for them, they were still recognizable to him. He leaned back from his work and stared lovingly into her face. She held a sweet longing for him, not the lusty need to mate there had been. This look was an innocent one, which made the human’s love for his wife multiply ten fold. He brought her down and kissed her once again, breaking the sexual mood momentarily.

There came a audible “gurp” which took the young engineer by surprise. He knew of his own hunger, but wasn’t aware that Vulcan physiology made the same sounds and so loud too. He brought her eyes to his and saw the same sweet features of his daughter staring back at him

“You really are hungry.” He commented and saw a bashful response from her at being caught with an uncontrolled anatomic function. “It’s okay.” Trip kissed her forehead again then slipped from beneath her. He quickly dressed in some sweats and a tee. Trip came back to the bed they shared and offered T’Pol her pink satin robe. She accepted it from him and moved to pull it about her shoulders. Her coordination was a bit off, and Trip leaned in, helping get her other arm into the sleeve. He pulled it together in the front and assisted her to a standing position. With the warm care of a spouse, he gathered and tied the item all the while his mate’s eyes studied his loving ministrations.

“First time in days we’ve both been dressed….Feels good.” Trip pulled her close to him and hugged the Vulcan gently. He felt her shaky nod at his statement and suddenly the Human knew things would be alright. He leaned back away from her and smiled. Taking her hand, Trip led her gently to the couch. He motioned for her to sit then went to the door to retrieve the food.

To his surprise there were two trays, one atop the other. He drew them both in, checking the hallway for suspicious stares or wayward children. His mind went to Lizzie, half a ship away. With T’Pol improved, he wondered maybe now was the time to bring her back home, but thought better of it knowing that he and his mate still didn’t know what lay in wait for them. The door swooshed closed and Trip locked it as promised, before bringing the trays to the table. He set the breakfast one aside and concentrated on the noon meal. There were a large assortment of fruits and veggies, with a conspicuously wrapped turkey & cheese sandwich tucked beneath an extra heavy helping of lettuce. Two large glasses of milk and a variety of small juice containers graced the outer aspects of the tray. Also a slender neck pitcher of tea rounded out the lay of the assortment.

Trip picked up a glass of milk and handed it to his wife. She sniffed at it momentarily, then began drinking it down without question. It was strange to see a Vulcan drinking milk, since their discipline only allowed them to drink water. While it was true they drank a variety of fluids, those who wished to strengthen their control would refrain from taking pleasure in their meals. Before their marriage, T’Pol would often choose to consume only raw vegetables, even though chef would attempt to make a variety of Vulcan dishes for her. She claimed allowing her feelings to control her choice of nourishment was not logical.

Since their marriage and her daughter’s arrival, T’Pol’s focus had changed a bit. Now she was not so much about the Kir’Shara and logic. She was a mother and a mate, this being the most important things to her. She began allowing herself small indulgences, as she’d call them. First drinking iced tea, mostly mint, but then juices and milk followed, since allowing her child to waste food or beverage was not logical. She had developed a taste for such things, but still had her days when testing her control was evident. Mostly when Trip would tease her about her less then logical ways, which would bring a defensive explanation from his wife then she’d go through a period of self examination, culminating in a week or so of restrictions again. Trip had learned by now to keep his comments to himself, so as not to go through this rigorous upheaval every time.

Trip removed the plate of fruit from the tray and set it down in front of his mate. T’Pol looked at it earnestly but kept her hands tight up against her chest. She looked to the right and left of the plate then about the tray, as if she didn’t have what she needed to eat. Trip watched her, seeing that something wasn’t quite right.

“What is it darlin?” he asked truly concerned that her appetite had left. But when she reached out to grasp a peach slice and pulled back just short of touching it, Trip knew her dilemma.

“Oh,….no silverware.!” He exclaimed absently and searched the room for something that he could make shift. He remembered the white jade chopsticks he’d picked up on his last visit to earth. When chef fixed Chinese, he’d always show up to the captain’s mess with his own chopsticks, not the wood ones that were supplied to everyone else. He remembered how unskilled she was with the utensils and wondered how her weakened control would be taken out on them.

Rising, he returned with the items and handed them to her. He demonstrated their use as she fiddled with them then watched as T’Pol attempted to pick up the slippery fruit slices. They slid from her grasp and a couple hit the floor before the Vulcan grew green in the face, raising them in the air to toss them aside.

Trip stopped her, grabbing her wrist and settling her nerves with his soothing southern ways. He loaded one of the sticks with a slice of peach by stabbing it through then handed it to her. T’Pol took the chopstick and crammed the entire slice into her mouth. Juice dripped down her face as she chewed chipmunk cheeked, the oversize food item. This made the engineer chuckle, as he started to stuff half the turkey sandwich in. T’Pol watched him, whiffing the air intermittently and reflecting a disapproving face. Trip just shrugged his shoulders and continued to push the white bread corners into his half empty mouth.

First half gone, the human quickly picked up and started on the remainder. T’Pol continued to stab at the items, grabbing the chopsticks like she was holding a ceremonial dagger. Occasionally the slice would shoot out from under her effort and this would frustrate the female even more. Finally, not paying attention, Trip saw one of the chopsticks go flying past his face.

“Hey….Those are real expensive…What’s the problem?” Trip asked and looked in the direction of the hurler. T’Pol sat there stern faced with traces of juice across her lips and chin. Her lower lip stuck out in a pout that was so Elizabeth, the young human had to reorient himself to the fact that his wife was sitting next to him, not his daughter.

(So that is where she gets it from.) he thought then pushed the remnants of his sandwich and milk aside and picked up a few slices of peach. He held them, one at a time to her lips. T’Pol’s mouth opened up like a baby bird, hungrily devouring the slices in a single gulp. Trip’s smile grew wider as he saw the pleasure she took in the taste, remembering her first bite and her hesitation in trying the fruit.

His mate’s brows furrowed and her eyes showed her displeasure at being so much amusement for him. Trip absently reached up and wiped a bit of juice from her chin with his finger then brought it to his lips, tasting the sticky sweetness. T’Pol mocked his movements, running her fingers along her chin and tasting them as well.

Trip again found pleasure in watching her interact more with him. Although it was on a basic level, he was enjoying this, realizing that this must have been a lot like when she was a small child growing up. He watched her lick at her fingers like a tootsie pop, trying to remove the sticky film from each one. Without thinking, Trip reached over and brought her fingers to his mouth. He mocked her movements, licking long slow strokes up and down each of her middle three fingers.

Instead of bringing on some annoyed response, T’Pol’s reaction was more of arousal. Her eyes grew dark as she leaned slightly into him, to afford him more of their length. Trip noticed the change and could feel the faint creepings of her mind’s sensations. He advanced his work, now placing the long slender digits in his mouth and tonguing at the sweetness that remained.

Now T’Pol’s hunger for food was totally lost to her hunger for him. She moved closer, leaning her face into his. Trip opened her palm upward and began licking at it, his eyes never leaving hers. The engineer replaced his cleansing with soft kisses that sent shivers through her form. He worked his way upward, closer and closer to her hovering face. By the time his lips were to her elbow, T’Pol’s face was brushing against his, their eyes closed and breathing deep and heady. Trip released her hand and took her jaw gently in his fingertips. He turned her head toward him, and rooted around with his lips to find hers in the darkness. On contact, their hearts began to race and their breath caught in their throats. They instinctively pulled into each other’s arms.

Their bodies crushed together, arms groping to get a better hold. Their lips played roughly with each other, sucking and nibbling and hungering for more. Trip felt his arousal deepening and wanted to keep from turning this into another rushed lust fest. He pulled back from her, meeting some resistance, but finally far enough to look her directly in the eyes. He stared at her long and lustfully, T’Pol’s eyes searching for any way to get back to their lip lock.

Trip loosened the belt of her robe, while his mate’s eyes followed his move. He opened the front panels and eased them backward, opening up to her exquisite beauty. T’Pol relaxed her shoulders dipping them downward, allowing the item to slip from her quickly. Trip eased her backward along the length of the couch. He stood before her, removing his shirt while staring hot darts into her. He adjusted her legs to allow him passage, before returning to remove his sweats. This move caused T’Pol’s heart to leap in her chest. She drew in a sharp inhale then swallowed it down hard watching the erotic display.

Trip entered the couch between her feet and crawled his way along the cushion until his face was flush with her chest. His eyes held hers tightly as he leaned down to take her roundness into his lips. The human’s moves were deliberate, short and purposeful with short pauses in between to allow for more heightened reactions on his mate’s part. His onslaught of her senses, drove T’Pol higher and higher, as she wriggled beneath his hovering body, wanting to be more in contact with his warm flesh.

After sufficiently teasing her breasts, Trip moved lower and began playing his seduction game on the quivering flesh of her abdomen, while running his hands lower. He grabbed the inner aspects of her thighs and yanked outward sharply, breaking the mesmerizing touch of his lips. This unexpected move caused her to shake, as she lifted her head to look down upon his all seeing eyes. Trip was becoming aroused, more from the sight of his lover’s pleasure, then from her touch. He could feel the soft waves of emotions trying to break through her fading mental confusion. He noticed the more he stimulated her, the more these emotions reached him and craved to feel their full intensity again. Trip’s mouth reached her sensitive areas, causing her to arch in reflex to the heat upon her skin. He continued this surprise attach for many more minutes, before being drawn by forces he couldn’t control to take her once more. Their union was seductive and luscious at first, growing hard and frantic by its conclusion. They lay in each other’s arms for many minutes, breathless and happy before finally surrendering to sleep.

***

Lizzie sat on the floor playing with her bunny. Behind her sat half the compliment of the Enterprise, in the darkened room. Lieutenant Reed maintained a leg against the young one at all times, his mind wondering between the sci fi thriller and the wondering hand of Ensign Sato on his knee. He covertly covered it with his own at times, while keeping his face in the direction of the makeshift screen.

Phlox, seated at the far end of the row, glanced over in interest, still very curious about the Human ritual. As to the child, she sat occasionally looking at the screen and otherwise hugging the furry creature close. Her otherwise sunny disposition had changed severely over the last 24 hrs. Ever since Corp Cole watched her yesterday. Something about having that woman so near, along with being away from her folks for so long, made the child even more desperate for family. Phlox noticed the change in her during feeding times, the little girl almost protesting against eating, bathing, whatever.

Stubborn for a Denobulan child was rough but now the good doctor realized just how much more stubborn a Vulcan could be. He theorized, it was their strict need for control that also reinforced their stubborn streak. He learned this first hand dealing with the little girl’s mother many times. So this was no surprise. Lizzie rocked softly, a trait she’d see her mom do when troubled by something. Her fluffy curls brushing the material of the Lieutenant’s uniform. Malcolm looked down, seeing his charge was still present then allowed a quick soft smile to Hoshi before getting back to the movie. He offered the bowl of popcorn they shared with the waif only to see her turn her head sharply and fold her arms in disgust.

“Bloody stubborn tot”, Malcolm whispered into Hoshi’s ear as he popped a few fluffy kernels into his mouth.

“Malcolm!!......” Hoshi nudged him in the side then spared him an enamored sheepish grin. Her hand brushed his chest lightly reaching for the bowl. This elicited a knowing smile from her lover as well as two fellow crewmen sitting just behind them. The rumor mill had long since known about the two. It was difficult in such a confined space not to know, but with the marriage of the two commanders, it was the only news worth telling, until now of course.

Word of the bulk head denting and strange animal like sounds coming from the hallway adjacent to their cabin had the entire rumor mill working overtime. Sanctions placed by the captain did little to keep cafeteria speculations to a minimum. One such rumor was that Trip had to stun his wife several times when she’d lunged for him. This story started by crewman Singleton, who had the pleasure of delivering several food trays to the couple for chef over the past several days. He’d caught the tail end of a few interesting bargaining sessions between the two.

But what he mistook for hostility was merely nothing more than one of their many grooming sessions. During the height of the madness, getting a comb through T’Pol’s hair was equal to wrestling a Vulcan spiny pig. The Science Officer would swat and squirm trying to get out from under his care, for his other usefulness to her. Many times Trip would throw up his hands and exclaim, “If you don’t stop that, I’ll…” This simple phrase reignited the two on the rumor mill like a rocket.

For now though, Malcolm & Hoshi tried to keep their flirtations low key. They both munched on the salty snack and enjoyed seeing the characters that were suppose to be scary aliens on the screen. After being ignored for a good 10 minutes, the child decided her patience for this primitive entertainment was up. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees, looking up to make sure her aunt and uncle didn’t notice. She thought of taking Ping with her then decided her uncle Malcolm could use him more.

Placing the stuffed toy against his leg, the little girl crawled off past the unseeing eyes of her fellow audience. Across the front row and along the side, she made her way down the rows unfettered until she brushed past her uncle Travis’ pant leg. He glanced down and noticed her worried look staring back at him. He gave her a telling look before picking her up. Boomer stood silently and carried the child back up to the front row. He ducked past the others until he stood directly in front of the clandestine lovers.

“Loose something, Lieutenant?” Mayweather whispered while pointing to the child he held. Malcolm and Hoshi looked down in surprise to find the stuffed animal that had taken the little girl’s place. Travis handed the little scamp to Hoshi, realizing this child would probably relate better to a female, then laughed his way back to his seat.

Malcolm and Hoshi stared at the child in disbelief, wondering how she managed to get away. Under the new scrutiny, little Lizzie decided to play it cool, reaching into the bowl for a few kernels of popcorn to munch on. Staring straight at the screen, the wayward nymph didn’t pull any further shenanigans for the rest of the film.

***

Back at Pon Farr central, Trip sat spread legged behind his wife running an elegant marble comb through her wet strands. T’Pol sat perfectly still, her eyes closed and back erect, feeling more of his sensations making their way through the barriers. Trip's hand followed each stroke of the comb, smoothing the wet locks and soothing her heightened impulses. With each stroke, the Human fell deeper and deeper into a hypnotic state, mostly from her mind trying to contact his.

The feelings were welcome, even her perturbed glare when Trip lost himself and stopped. T’Pol whipped around suddenly and glared at him over her shoulder, which pulled the young engineer back to the present quickly. The face she made was exactly the one his daughter would make when Trip would come to the end of a bedtime story too soon.

( Boy are these women demanding.) he thought then smiled realizing just how much he loved it. He wrapped his arms about her and pulled his mate back into his body. Trip’s chin rested on her shoulder, while her arms covered his.

“You know, I don’t know who’s more work, you or the munchkin.” Trip whispered being considerate of her extra sensitive Vulcan ears.

“Humph !” came a grunt from the female that caused Trip to sit back and stare.

“Was that you?” he asked a large smile growing on his face. T’Pol looked back at him as if to say what are you so surprised about.

“”Can you say words?” Came his next question, his eagerness was showing. T’Pol thought for a moment then shook her head, as it dipped in embarrassment.

“That’s okay….I’ll just win all the arguments for a day or so longer.” Her husbands’ retort gave T’Pol another reason to practice her very polished “Humph !” again.

Trip laughed and brought her back to him. The material of her satin jammies felt cool against his bare chest. A few droplets fell from his hair to her clothing, which prompted the Vulcan to turn and begin wiping at his golden locks with a discarded towel. Her clumsy manner disoriented the Human as he tried to get her to stop.

Finally, Trip simply took hold of her waist and pushed her sideways, throwing her onto the bed. This move surprised the young female, as she brought up her knees in a defensive posture. Trip pushed them down as well, straddling her playfully as if to tickle her senseless. Instead he leaned in close and grinned wickedly into her gaze.

“Well, if we’re gonna mess up my hair then at least let’s do it the right way.” His smile grew and for the first time he saw it reflected on his beloved’s sweet face.

“God…you’re beautiful….” He murmured. T’Pol’s slender fingers came up and took his face gently pulling it to hers. It would be many more hours before either would leave the comfort of the others arms.

***

Trip walked out of the bathroom, once more drying his hair with a soft white towel. Back in the comfort of his sweat pants and tee, he made his way over to the sleeping form he’d left only moments ago. She was at peace, more so than he’d seen in days. This fact warmed his heart. Carefully he lifted the coverlet over her bare shoulders and tucked it in about her earlobes. Trip then went over to the picked through tray. A few veggie pieces remain, not at all appetizing to the beef eater. He thought half a moment about sneaking out for a piece of pecan pie and cold milk, but knew she’d detect his absence the moment he stepped through the door.

Instead he raised the tray in his hand and moved to put it outside in the hallway. Trip punched in the lock code and the door slid open. The cumbersome tray totally occluded his view of the floor before him. With in a heartbeat, a very determined pair of hands, grabbed about the young engineer’s pant leg. This startled Trip, as he almost dropped everything on the tray moving it aside. There was a very exhausted little Lizzie clinging to him like glue. Trip bent down and placed the tray on the floor. He picked up the little girl and looked her over in confusion. She wore a play outfit his mother gave them with their last visit aboard. But around her waist there was buckled a tether cord that stretched about 4 feet behind her.

(What’s this thing?) Trip picked up the dangling cord and looked questioning at his child. Suddenly, bursting around the corner, came a very irritated Lt Reed and Hoshi. They were both exhausted, panting and bent at the waist. Trip looked at them then back at his daughter. Coming slowly up to father and child, Malcolm and Hoshi seemed quite sheepish about the 2 yr olds’ abilities.

“Loose something, Malcolm?” Trip’s voice was thick with sarcasm as Lizzie hugged hard about his neck. The Brit just turned a disgusted eye to his friend of many years.

“What’s this…..Did you really have to put her on a leash?” Trip continued knowing just how determined the Vulcan women in his life could be.

“That child’s a bloody magician. She lulls you into a false sense of security, smiles at you then takes off in the blink of an eye.” Malcolm was always defensive about any thing security on this ship. “Your bloody lucky I didn’t put her in the brig.” He reached out his arms to take the waif and saw her cling harder to her father’s chest. Seeing her reaction, Trip considered a moment. He looked back over his shoulder and saw T’Pol still fast asleep.

“You know Malcolm….I think she’s okay to stay with us tonight. Thanks anyway.” Trip undid the security tether and handed it back to his friend.

“You sure…? I mean is T’Pol gonna be okay with Elizabeth around. Doesn’t she need her rest?” Malcolm didn’t know what to make of things, but noticed the second in command was a lot quieter than the last time the child made it to their cabin.

“Yeah, I think it would do them both good….Don’t worry. If I need ya, I’ll call.” Trip slapped his friend’s shoulder and shot Hoshi a soft smile. He turned and disappeared into his family’s cabin. Malcolm and Hoshi looked at each other questioningly, knowing just what a handful the child could be.

Once inside, Lizzie became restless, bouncing in her father’s protective grip to get free. He kept hold on her until they got to the bed then gently deposited her onto the coverlet. She crawled immediately to her mother, and looked down at her concentrating on the matriarch’s face. T’Pol’s eyes sprung open and returned her child’s affectionate stare.

Lizzie crawled a top her parent and snuggled tightly against her. T’Pol brought the blanket up about her small shoulders and wrapped the little girl in her arms. Together they both fell fast asleep.

Trip stood there watching this loving sight. He smiled knowing that was the best gift he could have given her during this difficult time. After about an hour, he crawled up beside them and snuggled close before falling into a peaceful slumber too……

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Wow! I get to go first! I'm really enjoying this story. The line about Pon Farr central cracked me up and I got very odd looks from hubby and the dog! Please continue soon!

Very good chapter. I like how your going into more detail about the pon farr... how she is gradually comming back to herself. I look forward to when this lives up to the title, and they find out they are expecting.

you've made my day, that's so sweet, well done, I love the way you describe their relationship.. Thank you !

Glad you liked it. Did you notice the part about the leash. I loved writing Lizzie's escapes. Makes ya kinda wonder how Trip & T'Pol keep up with her like they do. Had to work during my week off from class, five 12 hrs shifts. Yikes am I tired. But that won't stop the next part. I use my down time at work to jot down a rough copy, then go home and type it up before going to bed. Is that dedication or what. Glad you're liking this one....T.

loved it will be wating for more

Awwwww I just loved the end to this chapie,,, such a sweet, an cute moment. LOL I love that Lizzie dosnt trust Cole one dang bit either,, thats to cute, Like mother like duaghter. Cant wait for the next chapie. :)

ya know-- at first i thought this was gonna be lame--what with the kid...BUT i am REALLY enjoying this, you have quite a sense of humor. this story is so quirky. it's funny and sexy at the same time, which i thought was truly impossible to do and make work. i love that lizzies plans were always thwarted so quickly, but man is she ever a mastermind! i found myself mentally supplying the mission impossible theme or whatever other covert type music jumped in my head when she escaped. (i remember once it was macguyver) i love that trip is so dilligent with t'pol, that he seems to enjoy taking care of her, and at least understand her behavior when he isn't. i laughed out loud after the sweetness of trip combing her hair, when she attempted to dry him off--clumsily. had this vision of his face being all smooshed.
anyway, good job--what fun!

Another great chappy...and your dedication is appreciated!

TLR, your writing gets smoother with every installment. I'm really enjoying your "late Ponfarr" scenes. The descriptions of their intimacies are hot without being crude, and, unlike previous installments, there were absolutely no awkward descriptions or unusual word choices to distract me from the story. (Not that those were a major problem before, you understand... but they did occasionally happen.) Bravo! I'm really looking forward to the next installment.

TRL Im just liking your writing more and more. Just like Distracted said your writing has become better and better. I really enjoy Lizzle, I bet T'Pol was just the same when she was little. Just great.

Dude! Sweet! Dude! Sweet! (Okay, enough of that.) This is such an awesome story, can't wait for more! :)

Oh... I love this story! Little lizze is geting past evrybody. I understand about school. I get ten more days until it starts.

Fabulous installment. I loved the "Back at Pon Farr central..." line!

I also enjoy the Lizzie escapades... as I am a mother of small children, I know just how smart those darn little ones can be! LOL