Generational - part 4

Generational

By TLR

Rated R: Oh Yeah let the Honeymoon begin.
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount pictures. By the way, if you haven't signed the petition, please do so and get your friends to do so as well. I think an addendum should be added to the petition that makes sure any movie or mini series of Enterprise has to have a living Trip or else no way. Also if they are looking to save money, I would be willing to write the screen play for pennies on the dollar, maybe even for free….

A/N; As usual with my evil cliffies, I backed it up a bit to get you a running start. The Tuckers are now legally man and wife, but T'Pol is concerned are over the legality of the marriage since there has been no consummation. She has studied hard, the rules Humans have about their marriages and wants to do what ever it takes to make her mate healthy and happy within this union. Trip, wanting likewise for T'Pol is concerned that her motives are more duty bound than emotionally motivated. He wants her to feel the same feelings he has for her, but is having to come to grips with the fact that she may never be able to feel those feelings. His other fear is that she will never be able to trust in him enough to allow a bond to form. This, above all else was his priority due to the fact that if they don't bond successfully, he may have to go through with the promise to his wife that she'd be allowed to kill herself rather than suffer the agony and possible danger to the crew of an unbonded Vulcan in the throws of Pon Farr. Let’s get back to the show.

January 30th, 2006

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They walked, fingers to fingers down the hall way to the lower levels of the ship. They arrived at the doors to cargo bay 3, and Trip set down the duffle against the wall of the bulkhead. He turned to T'Pol and told her to trust him, while he tapped in the code to the security lock. The latch popped off and he laid it on the floor beside the duffle.
Straightening he began "Okay… now close your eyes." He watched his wife give him a questioning look. "Come on T'Pol, just play along… I promise you're gonna love this." Trip gave her a big smile and waited for her to comply.
She closed her eyes and stood there waiting for him to spring it on her. "There is no one around, honey…. I promise…" The Vulcan questioned his statement, but realized what he was talking about when she felt his arms come beneath her and scoop her up. She was a bit disoriented as she was laid back against his chest. She heard the door swish open, and felt the warmer air blow across her face. A few steps forward and Trip eased her feet down onto the uneven surface. The Vulcan could feel her feet sinking into the shifting substance. Trip's presence seemed to fade slightly for a second, but after he'd retrieved the duffle and closed the bay doors, she could feel him just behind her again. Trip laid the items down and came up behind his wife. He wrapped his arms about her, leaning his head into her hair and whispering into her delicately pointed ear. "Okay, you can open your eyes now...."
T'Pol opened her eyes, blinking a few times. The bright orange hue of the room took a bit of adjustment coming from the less blinding light of the hallway. Her eyes adjusted quickly to see the glistening of the white sands beneath this sky. The room was warm, about 37 degrees centigrade( 99F), a nice change from the ship's usually chilly 26 degrees(78F). The was a soft breeze blowing, coming from deep within the bay, though the sand didn't pick up and move with it. It was by all standards what would be considered a gorgeous day on Vulcan.

Trip moved quickly to hit a button on a nearby wall comm.. The room filled up with the faintest of noises. There were bird calls, and sand shifting sounds. There was the sound of soft breezes and the fine tinkling of wind chimes in the background. Then another noise hit her very sensitive ears, the soothing sound of a water fall coming from just a few meters in front of them. She looked over to her husband seeing the anxious look upon his face.

"This is quite beautiful…. This is the surprise you have been working on?" She asked going back to taking in the peaceful atmosphere her beloved had created for them both.

"Yeah… I wanted to surprise you with it…. I thought we'd need a very soothing place to work on our bond and I could kinda tell you were a bit homesick for Vulcan." Trip came up and put his arms back around her. He let her take in all the different structures, even the large leafy one standing tall, just beyond a nearby hilly formation. He saw her staring at the structure, and felt by her silence, more than anything, it perplexed her.

"It's a palm tree…." He leaned in and added to stop her inquiry. "I couldn't remember what type of trees you had on Vulcan, so I made us a palm tree for some shade."

"Vegetation is sparse on Vulcan, this palm….tree is a very logical idea." She didn't have the heart to tell him that all vegetation on Vulcan was low to the ground, due to the instability of the shifting sands. All larger vegetation was found only in the hydroponic gardens each family had in their homes. Her husband seemed so anxious that her reaction to this surprise was a positive one. T'Pol didn't want to say anything that may injure his good natured caring.

"Come on, I wantta show you something else." He took her hand in his and slipped another around her waist to help her wade through the mounds of sand. This made him feel better, now being able to be the gentleman he was, unlike at the wedding. They walked forward, past the twin hills that seemed to act as partitions between the door and the back of the bay. The narrow passageway allowed for only a slight glimpse at what was behind the rounded mounds of sand. As they walked through, there lay before them an encampment, complete with fully erected tent, cushions, a potted fireplace and table. In the corner, the soft soothing noise was that of a makeshift waterfall, not at all like the one from her home, but with the same beneficial qualities.

This waterfall had a large pot like structure at its base, with a long rod that sprang up from its center. Along this rod were placed small cups, no more than an ounce in size each. They encircled the rod in a spiral type manner, each cup spilling into the next, then the next and so on, until it reached the large base again. Though made of scraps of shell casings and kitchen utensils, T'Pol couldn't help but see the beauty in the device and found herself walking toward it in an almost hypnotic gaze. Trip watched and allowed her to go from him and enjoy the pleasant qualities of the water art he created. (Damn Tucker…you were right on the money with that one.) he thought to himself feeling very pleased that he could make her so happy.

T'Pol came right up close to the piece, feeling the soft splashes from the upper levels of the spiral. She closed her eyes and allowed the sound to further remind her of that safe place her and her mother would retreat to in times of strife or need. She remembered the many hours they spent together in that quiet place just after her father died. It was a difficult time for both of them, but the soothing waters of the large urn structure seemed to help them focus on coming to terms with the ordeal and moving forward.

After a few more moments, Trip came up and put a light hand upon the small of her back. "You okay?" he asked knowing she was more than fine. T'Pol nodded, turning her head and giving him an appreciative look.

"Thought you might like a nice place to meditate and I know how much you love the front garden at home……. Look." Trip pointed to the smoother plain beneath their feet. There were large, flat smoothed surfaces peering up through the sand. They were tan in color, but felt substantial beneath her shoes. "I know that they are not exactly like your patio at home, but I thought." Trip started to explain his reasons for not replicating them exactly, but was stopped by T'Pol's hand softly caressing his cheek.

"This is most lovely, my husband….Thank you." This stopped the Human right in his tracks. The feel of her touch upon his skin was electric and a deep sense of warmth ran through him in an instant the moment her skin touched his. He was speechless, his eyes dove into hers, getting so lost that thought was almost impossible. The only thought Trip was capable of was that of how much he loved this female. This female that now was his wife. His jaw dropped slightly, his breathing drew quick in his lungs and his heart started racing in a way that he'd never known before. T'Pol leaned in, pulling his face to hers and began a barrage of soft kisses. Her mate responded, with only his mouth, his hands paralyzed by this overwhelming feeling. It wasn't a bad feeling, on the contrary, it was the most luxuriously warm and loving feeling he'd ever known. Suddenly he wasn't alone in his body. Now there was a sweet essence in the back of his mind that filled him with so much happiness, he thought for a moment he might explode. When the kisses ended, T'Pol pulled back only a few centimeters.

Trip's eyes were locked on hers, as she held his gaze with a loving one of her own. "What was that?" he managed, stammering a bit and his voice quivering.

"That was me…." She added softly playing at his nose with her own drawing nearer.

"You mean the bond…..we are…" he couldn't get the words out. His mind was still too befuddled by the bliss.

"No… but it is what it will be like when we have successfully bonded." She whispered, taking his lips into another round of kisses. This time Trip's hands came up and around her waist to help stabilize him to her. His body was locked to T'Pol's, wanting her more than he'd ever had before, but his mind was flying, free above all that was gravity bound. He felt himself slipping into that meditative state, seeing the stars pass below him as he rose to the higher plain he'd come to know as peacefulness. There they were, standing beneath the soft moonlit skies of Vulcan, sharing the same barrage of kisses on that far away patio she loved so dearly. The water from the urn played in time with his own creation, still in the here and now.

Their lips explored each others, wanting nothing more than to be together. It was such a fantastic feeling. Trip thought to end it would be like dying, so he held on to the moment with great earnest. When they did part, it was by T'Pol's hand prying him from her gently. Trip lunged forward again trying to reconnect with her, his eyes dark and head too clouded for thought. But she steadied him until his mind could clear a bit.

She looked upon his face, so innocent and so wanting of her, and afforded him the briefest of smiles. This brightened his eyes, seeing for the first time the true nature of the woman behind the mask. "God you're beautiful.." He uttered panting to try and stabilize his breathing.

"As are you." She answered, brushing a lock of stray hair from his forehead.

"I don't understand…. If we are not bonded, what is this?" Trip's question was of his surroundings, but his eyes never left her soft featured face.

"I am in your mind…." She answered briefly, continuing to stroke his hair, as she found it delightful to the touch.

"You've been there before…in our meditation… It wasn't like this." Trip found himself pulling her to him.

"Those were only my thoughts, not my essence…. This is more of what I truly am. It is a part of my Katra….my living soul." She stepped closer into him going with his desire for her.

"Then you are trying to bond with me…. What do I need to do….I want this…" His voice became desperate, wanting to never leave this place again.

"This is not the bond, only a taste of what it will be like. It is overwhelming at first, and you will need time to get used to the feeling of it in your mind." She laid her body directly against his, running her hands through his hair with a hypnotic rhythm.

"Am I with you as well?" Trip asked hoping he'd been able to rise to the task.

"No…. you are not skilled enough for this yet, t'hy'la, but you will become so in time." She leaned in and brushed her cheek to his. She heard his gasp, as the mere touch of their skin heightened the sensations for the Human. She eased back and looked into his flushed face.

"T’hy’la, what does that mean?" Trip was so mesmerized by her presence that he almost couldn't speak.

"It means 'beloved' or 'desired one', it is used to describe a bond mate." She allowed a finger to play on his jaw once more. It made her husband shiver just by the sensation her nail caused lightly scraping along the bone.

"But we are not bonded." Trip managed when his voice caught up with his breath.

"Yet…." She whispered taking his mouth back to hers and ending this question and answer session. They remained there several long moments, their mouths groping openly, in their search for the perfect kiss. Their bodies pressed together so tightly that Trip's rising manhood had little place to go. It pressed against her abdomen, pulsating and trying to vie for more space. When T'Pol was convinced of her mate's readiness for sexual relations, she pulled back from him slightly, breaking the kiss. Trip's head bobbed, trying to find a stable position. His eyes were yearning to return to that closed place where they were happy to let his other senses take over. He leaned into her trying to reconnect, but found resistance.

"You desire me.." She stated, a clearly dominant tone in her voice.

"Yes…" His answer was almost a plea..

"Very well." T'Pol concentrated on getting them both back to the here and now. Trip saw the stars now becoming part of the nighttime sky, as they descended from this pleasant heaven. He heard the familiar sound of his water sculpture and smelled the warmer air of the cargo bay, as his senses started to return fully. Once there, Trip leaned forward to continue their kiss… She allowed this, keeping her hand softly against his jaw. This was the connection she had with him, and although still in his mind, her essence would need to return to her before they could proceed. She started to remove her hand, which sent a dizzying feeling into Trip's brain. His hand came up and caught her in time. "No…" He whispered against her lips, cupping her hand to his face and holding it there with great need.

"It is time we parted….They’ll. We will continue to attempt this, but it must be taken in small doses for you to become comfortable with it." T'Pol eased her hand from his. In doing so, Trip intertwined his fingers to her and pulled it back into place.

"I am comfortable with it. Please…." He pleaded looking at her with the most needing of eyes.

"You desire it….that is good. It will make our bonding easier… But I have to end it now…. You may have my body instead to ease the transition." T'Pol eased her fingers from his and the warm fuzzy feelings that were so brilliant in his mind faded. He was once more alone in his own body, a feeling made all the more obvious by the lack of her presence now.

Trip's eyes turned southward, feeling the loss more than he thought he would. He saw a pair of hands coming up to undo the buttons of his shirt. His gaze now followed those hands, as they opened the last of the fasteners and allowed the garment to ease off his shoulders and onto the floor.

"T'Pol. " He started, just as mesmerized by her actions as her essence. "You don't have to do this." He forced those words out clearly not wanting to say them.

"You desire me… I must fulfill your needs." She whispered, picking up his hands and placing them on the hooks at the front of her blouse. Trip hesitated, wondering if she was truly desiring him, or just fulfilling her role as wife. But even though he had doubts, his hands started to move all the same. He searched his mind for any thought of what he was doing, but watched glued to the sight of them undoing the hooks one by one.

As the last were undone, those hands, of which he had no control of, eased beneath the garment and began massaging her breasts. They were warm to his touch, rounded, more than his hands could take in, but they tried all the same. Their pace picked up a bit, Trip staring in disbelief at the movement of the garment and the brief peeks at the orbs, so desired by any red blooded Human male. His attention was riveted, no longer did he ask himself why his hands were doing this. Now his mind wondered what else would they do. Trip tore his eyes away from his work to look at his wife's face. Her head was back and her eyes closed, but mostly there was an appearance of total bliss there that made him realize she was desiring him as much as he was her. At that revelation, Trip decided to take matters into his own hands. He pulled his hands from her breasts, and yanked at the top, opening it up wide and pulling it from her shoulders. Her arms caught in the piece and were pulled behind her. At this the Vulcan opened her eyes and stared at him.

Her gaze was hot… One of extreme arousal and Trip realized at that moment, this is what she'd been leading him up to with their little erotic meditation. He dove his head into her chest, kissing and sucking with a fevered pace that even kept the warrior in her pleased. He pulled downward on the blouse, keeping her hands back behind her and out of this game they were playing.

(There could be some advantages to her little bag of tricks after all.) Trip thought wiggling his mouth back and forth to take in as much as he could of her peaks. He rubbed his face between the mounds and felt her shiver a bit to his boldness.

His face came up and stared her down, his breathing heavy and chest heaving. His hands came round her and unzipped the back of her slacks, while his eyes dared her to complain of his actions. Trip could feel her trying to access his mind. He could feel her desire to be taken as roughly as before, but he fought it, making her wait for his own time and way. Slowly, he eased his hand down the front of her waist band, staring her down all the same. His rough palm sent a unique sensation as it slid against her rock hard abs and curved into the silky smoothness of her warm space. Trip gripped it substantially, making his mate gasp. Now T'Pol's breath was catching in her throat. To this, the Human added a rubbing motion that moved in a vertical fashion from abs to anus and back again. He felt her lean into his motions, trying to keep up with his rhythm. Her breath was heavy, her thrusts becoming more powerful, Trip decided time for this play was over. He removed his hand, and instead reached around again to the shirt that had ensnarled her wrists. He began to untangle it, when he felt an overwhelming sensation to fall to his knees. As he did so, he looked up into her face. Trip could tell by her intent gaze, that his mate had other ideas. He tried to fight her pressures, but was unable too.

He saw his hands reach up and around the woman's backside. They grabbed at the open ends of the slacks and pulled them down tolerating no resistance. He saw her undergarment, clinging to her hips, now down a bit, allowing the soft corners of her inner thighs to show. He reached up and unconsciously ripped them down with as much voracity as he had the pants. His eyes were level with the playing field, his face wanting to get lost in the soft folds before him, Trip felt himself pushing up against her, bringing his teeth to bite into the soft flesh of her thighs. This received another soft groan from the female, who had to this point been quivering by her orchestrated sexual fest.

Trip didn't fight this, only pushed himself upward, trying to reach the point he wanted to hit. His nose brushed against her folds, and was just about to get past them, when suddenly, what seemed to be an invisible hand pulled him up onto his feet. T'Pol's body was quivering, as her mate lifted her onto the table surface before them. Although meant for her meditation candles this surface was going to have a whole new purpose now. He laid her down, arms still clasped behind her and moved to her feet. He tore at the garments, yanking them not so gently from her ankles and tossing them across the room. Then Trip stood up straight again. His heart raced, his mind was a whirl of contradictions. Part of him want to allow her anything she wanted, the other part wanted to slow this down, this their first time as husband and wife. But his mate had tightened her controls, and he was unable to fight this even if he wanted too.

Trip gazed down on her, naked and defenseless to his whims. She stared up at him defiant, her eyes boring into his very soul with the desire she felt for him right now. With a very pronounced move, Trip undid the fastenings of his belt, and then unzipped his pants equally as determined. He was out of them in a moment, his manhood almost bopping him in the head in its rush to hit the promised land. His stature over her, only heightened the control she used on him. Her breathing was so rapid, that she felt light headed and giddy. More distracting was the emotions she could feel coming from him. There was a dangerous air about them, part desire, part concern. She knew as he came in contact with her body, they would only heighten and grow more uncontrollable. T'Pol steeled herself for what she knew would come.

After what seemed to the Human as an eternity of standing before her, he felt the nudge to get down and take her. He couldn't help what he was doing, and decided that if this is what his mate wanted, he wouldn't even try. He relaxed and let his body follow the forces that were controlling it. As he knelt at her feet, Trip saw his hands take hold of the inner aspects of her thighs, yanking them open like they were doors that would not respond electronically. He pushed them up and out, gripping into them with his fingertips using a substantial amount of pressure. He laid her legs over his arms at an outward angle. To this he reached up and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her not so gently to the edge of the table's surface. Trip watched on as he positioned himself and plunged into her. This motion made the female arch and throw her head back, as a soft gasp exited her lips. He felt the instant rush of her essence trying to get back within him, which caused a momentary disorientation to take place in his mind.

Trip rocked forward, feeling with each of his motions that her essence was trying to return. He hurried the process lunging forward with an increasingly vigorous pace. He fell to his hands, leaning heavily into her and began digging his manhood even deeper within the warmth of her cavern. His mind could sense her calling to him and somehow felt in his movements he could reach that desired connection once again. His thrusts became more violent, causing the short legs on the table to feel the strain. Her legs which, to this point had rested on his shoulders were now flapping wildly with his every thrust. His hips beat madly into hers giving off a very audible slapping sound that made even the Human wonder if her small frame could take such a pounding. But her essence called him forward, and in his mind it was this aggressive action that would help him to attain oneness with her again. For this reason, and this reason alone, the Human kept up this fevered pace, trying to increase his actions with every forward movement.

He felt his mate's body start to shake, trembling with a violence he'd never known before. It was only moments later when a shocking white light hit his brain, as his body arched and his seed exploded from his body like a nuclear reaction. He felt the walls of her inner aspect clinch tightly about him, pulling and jerking the last of his essence into her. He felt her body crash into his, her back now forming a pronounced bridge like bend, only her hips and her shoulders remained against the table's small surface. But mostly he felt the heat traveling from within her to him. He could feel the hot flash running up his spine, bouncing off his brain and returning again. His body started to relax, having spent itself in the last barrage when all of a sudden a second wave hit.

Her body trembled again, arching her higher from the surface, and her grip upon him tightening past the point of ecstasy. He lurched forward uncontrollably and felt his body deposit a second load of warmth within her deepness. This time Trip almost fell forward, his body was so exhausted having pulled double duty. He caught himself on his hands, heaving the breath from his lungs that caught there every time he would come. But before he could get himself out of her, another wave hit. His brain blinked momentarily and was blanketed in another whirl of hot passion. It traveled the circumference of his brainpan and went speeding down to its true destination. This time though, the Vulcan's body was now to the point of convulsions, pulling at his hardness with her tightened grip as if milking him with great skill and pleasure. It was T'Pol doing the thrusting now and all the exhausted Human could do was prepare for the inevitable. It came, just as hard and as splendorous as the other two. He instinctively lurched forward spraying what little milky substance his body had left into an already goopy place.

This time the Human couldn't even catch himself on his arms, for his elbows failed to lock and he went tumbling down upon his mate's chest. His head lay between her breasts feeling the heaving from both of them, as they tried to recover from the strenuous ordeal. He lay there a long time, feeling his mind go as limp as his now exhausted manhood was. Finally, Trip tried to lift himself from her, but instead tumbled onto a nearby cushion, bringing her down upon him with a thud. They were tired, just trying to gather the strength to separate, but neither was able to move past a turn. Trip reached up with his aching arms and undid the twisted garment from his beloved's wrists. Her arms fell to either side of him, not having the energy to keep from slapping into the sand that surrounded the cushion. Her head lay in the crook of his neck, her mouth a jar and her eyes too weak to open. Her breath, a combination of short gasps and longer cleansing breaths, made Trip realize that even T'Pol was taken aback by the fierceness of their sexual encounter.

"What was that?" He managed through several gasping breaths of his own. There was a long silence, as T'Pol tried to explain, but her need was for sleep right now, and all that came out was….." An exploration of Vulcan sexuality……" At that point, her breathing became rhythmic and Trip could tell she was out for the count.

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An hour would pass, the two of them resting in each other's arms. Trip had turned, slipping T'Pol half on him. He cradled her frame, as she rested so soundly even this movement didn't awaken her. He too was exhausted, slipping back to sleep moments after he'd seen to her comfort. Now though, he was awake staring down at his wife as she began to stir.

T'Pol's eyes fluttered open, her breathing took on a new, more uneven rhythm. Her arm reached outward only to recoil back again. Her head turned upwards, eyes sheepishly looking to see if what she sensed was in fact true. It was, the eyes of her mate were trained upon her. A sudden uneasiness began to grow within her.

"Sleep well?" There was a slight sarcastic tone to his voice, but mostly a caring one.

"Yes & you…?" T'Pol wanted to have this conversation be a short one, but knew her Human husband would have many questions.

"Oh, I slept great… In fact I passed out cold just after you did. Mind telling me what all that was." He watched her eyes go once more to the surrounding environment.

"I don't understand. We had sexual relations; that's all." Her voice was low as if the admission was more than she wanted to speak of.

"I'm aware we had sex….but is it normal to cum three times? I mean I don't think I've ever…" Trip faded off remembering the ecstasy of the event.

"Vulcans are multi orgasmic beings." She stated evenly.

"Human females can have multiple orgasms too, but I've never…" Trip was still at a loss to explain the event.

"I didn't say Vulcan females, I said Vulcans, meaning male and female" she looked up at him stating it as a fact which didn't seem to bother her.

"Oh so you're used tooo…." Trip was beginning to learn more about Vulcans than he cared to know. "Wait, then how come when we were together last time, we didn't…." The Human searched his memory of their first time to see if he could have missed something.

"We were exploring Human sexuality….." T'Pol started and her husband stopped her.

"Yeah, I know… and will ya stop calling it an exploration…. I don't know about you, but I felt it was a lot more than just sex…. It was to me at least…" In his tone, T'Pol could sense the hurt in his voice.

"It was important to me as well, t’hy’la….." The Vulcan started and saw the reaction she was getting from her beloved by admitting to the truth. "It was just that it was a forbidden thing to participate in and I was disturbed that I allowed myself to give into my desires for you." That part really eased his pain. Trip pulled her close against his chest and held her there. He realized for the first time just what tortured the young woman's mind and what made her so stand offish afterward.

"It's not forbidden when both want to be together…. I desired it as well." He added making her feel less to blame for their adulterous act.

"Yes… but you are Human…. Your interactions with other females doesn't interfere with your bonding process….. For me though, our interaction would make it incredibly hard for me to desire to bond with anyone else. I knew that and yet I still gave into the temptation. It was not logical…" She closed her eyes at the luxurious feel of his skin to hers.

"Hey, when you are in love, logic rarely gets its way…" Trip made long strokes along her spine, feeling the warm skin sliding beneath his fingertips. "I guess we both knew this would be the outcome…. Maybe we're soul mates."

T'Pol gazed up at him…. "Soul mates?"

"Yeah… Humans believe that two people who hold a great love for one another, can never be separated by death. That lifetime after lifetime, they come back and seek out each other, reliving their passions century after century…." He smiled down at her soft brown eyes.

"But I am not from Earth…. How can we be…." She started and he finished quickly.

"It doesn't matter. To true soul mates, a few light years wouldn't make a difference. Perhaps that is why fate led you here…. Couldn't you feel it the first time we met?" Trip was admitting more than he'd intended, but could feel the electric of their first moment as vividly as if it were yesterday.

T'Pol thought a moment…."I was disturbed by your presence the first moment we met. You seemed so bold in your interaction. I believed it wise to stay away from you. I was, after all a betrothed female and couldn't allow anyone to interfere with that betrothal. Perhaps that is what concerned me about you."

"And maybe that is why you eventually called off the wedding." Trip was taking great pleasure in hearing finally her true feelings for him.

"Perhaps… It would explain the illogic of my actions and the continuous curiosity I have had about you through the years." Now T'Pol sounded almost like she was analyzing herself.

"Hey…remember me… your husband.. I'm right here….." He patted her on the back and gave her a genuine smile.

"And your attraction to me was more than obvious." She added knowing this would lead to one of their famous stubborn debates. Something they both had grown to love over the past 2 1/2 years.

"Oh really…. And how did you come to that conclusion. When have I ever been obviously attracted to you?" Trip was ready for a very fun round. The quirk of his mouth told his wife that she would be very pleased with their interactions.

"Perhaps our first time in decon together…." She started knowing he would debate this.

"As I recall darlin, we were arguing about your taking control of the ship. Where do you get I was attracted to you?" Trip knew the answer but played along.

"Perhaps from your hand dipping below the level of my undergarments and brushing the top of my buttocks." She started knowing he would dispute that one.

"I was putting the gel on your back, I was just being thorough. That's the thanks I get for trying too…." He started with a playful fluster.

"And were you also just being thorough when you began caressing my ear. You were so lost in that sensation, you almost lost the ability to speak. Had I not stopped you….." Trip remembered that event and it was true, she had caught him in an erotic moment.

"Well…. I hadn't seen one of those close up before…..You know I'm curious about that."

"And are you also curious about my working with other male crewmen?" She asked knowing this would truly get him worked up.

"What do you mean… You work with other crewmen all the time." Trip wasn't sure of what she was referring too.

"Yes, and when they are female, you allow me to work with them undisturbed. However, when they are male, you most often make it a point to approach us and dismiss the crewmen. You then begin to assist me yourself. That seems like a deliberate gesture."

"Hey I know a lot of these guys have never seen a Vulcan close up. They are bound to be bothersome with all their questions and wanting to get to know more about you. You are, after all a private person… I just wanted to save you that aggravation. Pardon me for considering your desire for privacy." Trip put on his best hurt pout.

"Your consideration is most welcome, however I don't believe that is your only motivation. Perhaps it is like when you became aware of Sim's interest in me… You do not want to share my attention with anyone else." T'Pol was playing this just as she'd come to know he liked it. She could feel his pleasure at the act, and wondered if it would lead to the same reaction it had the last time.

Trip thought a moment and wondered if trying to deny his jealousy was even worth it. Instead he decided to counter with what he knew she couldn't resist. "Well of course, I mean here was a guy that looked, sounded and even acted like me…. How could he not find you attractive… You, however didn't fall for him did you?"

"I was quite moved by his dedication to his duty. He was after all making a very great sacrifice for the ship and its crew." T'Pol was being open, which made Trip start to wonder.

"You didn't sleep with him, did you?" he asked wondering if he'd be upset to find out she did.

"No…. I have had no other than you…." Her answer was straight and forthright, but instead of making him happy, it surprised him totally.

"I'm, your first?" He asked almost too shocked to speak. This abrupt change in his demeanor hit T'Pol square in the eyes. She eased back from him wondering what was disturbing him so about this fact.

"Yes….." She answered searching his eyes for the reason he was so taken aback by this news. "Does this displease you?" She asked totally perplexed by his concern.

"No…. of course not…. I just figured…. I mean…. You've been around longer and I just assumed…. I mean." Trip was almost incoherent.

"You assumed since we explored sexual relations together that it was something Vulcans did normally." She finished his thoughts realizing that Humans placed a lot less importance on the act of fidelity. Trip nodded.

"I haven't yet reached the age of reproduction. Vulcan logic teaches us that to engage in such acts would weaken your chances of bonding when the time comes. Instead we are betrothed at a young age and save ourselves for that person… That way we know no other and are not tempted to resist the desire to bond when it is our time. I was not betrothed when we engaged in sexual relations, but it was still a foolish act. I assumed it was the affect of the distortions or perhaps the trellium that made me go against my logic in this way. Now, I think perhaps I knew deep down that you were to be my bond mate and was naturally reacting to your nearness to me." T'Pol eased her head back down onto his chest. Trip remained speechless, realizing just how much she gave up for that moment with him. He continued to rub her back, easing any tenseness he found there.

After several more minutes, Trip could sense her feelings calm. He stroked her hair, which caused an upward turn of her face. He smiled, knowing just how much this act meant to her.

"Why don't we get a shower….. I think we are starting to stick together…." He chuckled softly at the upturned brow that statement received. They rose, and moved from the cushioned surface, past the tent toward the shower system at the far end of the bay. Trip grabbed up the duffle, pulling it over his shoulder as they entered the small compartment. T'Pol started the water, making it as warm as the young Human could tolerate. They stepped beneath it together, feeling the water wash past the stickiness of their skin. It eased their sore muscles, and their minds as well. Trip pulled his wife into a soft embrace. She moved into his arms without any resistance. It seemed right, a fit that made them both very content. They remained there until the water turned cooler. At that point, Trip wrapped his mate in a large towel and saw to it she was dried properly. He took great pleasure in tending to her, and she allowed this again without any resistance.

They dressed and moved back to the table area. Trip and T'Pol worked together to clean up the surfaces, little being said between them. It wasn't until they completed this task, did either of them realize just how well they functioned together.

"I guess this is how it will be…. I mean when we are bonded. We won't even have to speak. We'll know what the other wants instantly." Trip moved a tray of vegetables and dip onto the table's surface.

"That is how a bond works…." T'Pol began picking through the veggie tray with a fork shaped prong. He felt her hesitation with that statement. Trip picked up a long stalk of celery and dipped it into the creamy green paste.

"You don't seem too excited about it. What's up?" The Human asked as he bit into the pale green goop.

"You are assuming that we will achieve a bond." Trip was floored by the sudden turn in her mood. He knew she was quiet for a reason, but hoped it wasn't because of a negative one.

"You don't think we will?" He asked laying a hand on hers just to his right. "I thought when you were inside my mind, we were doing well. Do you think I will not be able to achieve the same with you? I mean if there is something I need to be doing, just tell me. I want to…"

T'Pol stopped him by pulling her hand from beneath his and laying it on top. "It's not you, it's me…..I am not allowing for the bond." Her admission seemed to cut at her heart, although Trip couldn't understand why. He scooted over and put his arm around her waist. This movement eased her thoughts a bit.

"Why aren't you allowing for the bond? Don't you want it?" He looked down at her smaller frame beside him on the cushion.

"Of course I do…. I just can't seem to lower my controls to allow your entrance… Your emotions… they're ….. I'm….." she hesitated for a very long moment… "afraid." This was overwhelming to Trip to hear her speak those words. He pulled her close and rested his chin atop her head.

"It's okay….. that will pass in time…. I know it will…. I have faith you can overcome this…..and I'll help you any way I can…." Trip squeezed her into him all the more. T'Pol rested her face into the softness of his tee.

"You know, Phlox told me he met a Vulcan/Human couple once. He spoke with the male, a human named Steven…. They were happily married for over 24 yrs. Don't you see…they did it…and survived Pon Farr, …….3 times at least." He felt her head tilt upward a bit.

"He told me that Stephen's wife also had trouble with the bond. Said that her husband's emotions overwhelmed her…. But in time she grew accustom to them. Also that she got to know them individually, which made it easier for her to accept them." Trip could feel her ease up a bit.

"But Human emotions are not individual. They usually come at you all at once." The Vulcan seemed not to want to be too overly confident about his news.

"Well somehow they found a way…. Let's give it time…. I think we will find a way too…… I love you too much to not make it work." He whispered in her hair and felt her tense beneath his touch.

"I know that love is an emotion, but it's how I feel you know…. You've had to have felt it from me, haven't you?" He waited to hear her response.

"I've felt it for a while now…." T'Pol fell silent again. "And?" Trip inserted.

"And I don't know that I will be able to return those feelings….." T'Pol's admission was quiet and evasive.

"Yes you will….in your own way…" Trip pulled into her again. "It's not that you don't have emotions….. you just hide them better than me…" He smiled softly.

"Bond mates should hide nothing from each other." She injected, still very concerned for her inadequacies.

"You don't…. I can read you like a book. You're in love with me already, you just don't know it." He chuckled knowing this would get her started. She looked up from his shirt and saw his laughter fade into a soft knowing smile.

"How do you know this?" She asked hoping the Human had abilities that she wasn't aware of.

"I can see it in your eyes…. You may be able to control you emotions, but your eyes speak volumes…. You adore me……" That statement brought him a narrowed eye and scrunched face.

"Okay…. Tell me that you don't care for me deeply…." Trip dared her to argue the point.

"I have deep affection for you…. That is true…. I don't however think that is the same as …." T'Pol trailed off rather than say the word.

"The hell it ain't." Trip returned quickly. "It is exactly what love is." He felt her ease back from him and pulled her back to him harder.

"But I can see you need to better define it…. I mean since your perspective is different, your classification of this would naturally be different. Deep affection…. I can live with that, as long as you are okay with my saying I love you." Trip waited a moment, holding his breath to see if it was gonna be raise or call.

T'Pol thought a moment, phrasing her many arguments that would help her defend her hiding her emotions. When all the arguments that came to her fell short of what she really wanted to say, she decided better of it and answered more from the heart. "It seems agreeable….. logical even, we could very possibly work with this plan."

Trip let out the breath he was holding. He leaned down, becoming even with her face. His smile caught the eye of his mate, who turned her features to meet his. Trip kissed her softly, sending pleasant shivers throughout the Vulcan's body. He reached down and picked up another slice of carrot. Dipping it into the creamy spread, he brought it up to her lips.

"Now I believe I have a wife to take care of." T'Pol watched the grin that she loved creep across her beloved's face then opened her mouth accepting the bite size morsel from his finger tips. He picked up another piece and joined in. They tended to each other the rest of the afternoon, and waited for nighttime to come again.

TBC

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I am the first one to read this chapter this time, and must say that it was worth the wait. Also I think that you should do two more chapters. I want to find out if they can bond. Also if they are able to survive Pon Farr. New chapter soon thanks.

"Multi-orgasmic beings", hmmm? An interesting... and I do believe original... concept. The part about her controlling him mentally is a nice bit of wishful thinking as well, if you're into that sort of thing. I confess to having some difficulty visualizing certain portions of their more gymnastic shenanigans, though. I suppose if I watched more adult films I would have less trouble, LOL! In addition to that... I suppose I'm old-fashioned, but is it really necessary for us to know about her legs "flapping wildly with every thrust"? Sounds kinda like an epileptic seizure.(chuckle) You're a wild woman, TLR! : )

Like this a lot and I'm Ok with the legs that are "flapping wildly with every thrust". Wouldn't mind to read more of that ;). Well, looking forward to read more.

Sorry about the wild flapping. I have noticed that every time my boyfriend is out of town on business ( He's a paramedic and also teaches other trainees and whole districts),that about day three, I get unusually explicit. As you can tell, you caught me on day 5.... Don't worry though, he came home last night and I made up for the added frustrations, so hopefully the next chapter will be a realisitic R rating...LOL T.

Nice, TLR, nice. I'm glad you're writing more of their emotion into this, it makes the story that much more enjoyable! :)

Terrific as usual! Trip and T'Pol were very sweet with each other without being sappy or out of character. I am eagerly waiting for Wednesday.

Ok I was scared/fearful an quite pleased by this chappie.... LOL.

Ya know beinin a guy,,, the whole mind control part,,;) Thats always a bit scary for any guy,, especialy when were on the receavin end.:p
Mind Readin is one thing,,, an sure the would take a good bit of trouble out of things in theis world,,,, But Mind control,,,, No thanks,,,,,, Unless of course its T'pol doinin the controlin. :D

;) ok Kiddin aside,,, I loved it,,,, Beautiful an smoldern Hot Chapie.,,,,, Oh an Damn that had to be one strong table.

Loved T'pols reaction to Trip surprise for their Honeymoon,,, an the Beautiful bit where she takes him back to the actual fountian an garden back on Vulcan on a beautiful moon lite night.

Beautiful job,,,, an I cant wait for the next part.

I like the story, but I have two comments:

First, it is unrealistic in the extreme to think that the whole planet has the exact same ecosystem. Vulcan is a desert planet, but that doesn't mean the entire planet, every single square inch, is desert. Even if every single square inch was a desert, there are many different kinds of desert with many different kinds of vegetation. The Oregon High desert has lots of trees and other plants, for example; they're not huge, but they're everywhere. And even in sandy deserts such as the Sahara, there are oasis with lots of vegetation around a water source such as a spring or well. T'Pol's comment that there was no vegetation on Vulcan other than minimal ground cover was therefore a bit unrealistic to me.

Second, I found the whole mind control thing creepy in the extreme. I'm not a guy, but it would completely kill any desire I was feeling unless I knew it was coming in advance and had consented ahead of time. It's just too close to non-con, which is a polite way of saying rape. Yes, I know, they're married and both desire each other and both wanted sex. It still squicked me.

Other than those two things, I'm enjoying your story.

I agree with you about the generally abusive nature of non-consensual sex, even in the context of the married relationship. No one should be forced to have sex if they don't want to, no matter what their relationship to their partner. I think you will find, though, that in this particular series, she not only warned him about it before the wedding, but gave him a small taste of it in an earlier installment... and he liked it. Kinky, I know... but TLR is just that kinda girl, LOL!

You're also right about planetary ecosystems and their variety. It is possible, however, IMO, for a world that has been partially terraformed... perhaps after being ecologically damaged beyond repair by multiple nuclear wars... whose ecosystem has been salvaged via great effort using hydroponic gardens within its cave systems, as a few fanfic writers have speculated, to have insufficient remnants of large vegetation for trees to be a common sight. On such a world, a person might go their entire lives without ever seeing a tree. A rather sad wake-up call for us, don't you think?

wonderful chapter! Keep upp the great work!

One thing though, it's Hoshi Sato, not Soto as you wrote her name in part 3.

"...in the throws of Pon Farr"
Throes. A condition of agonizing struggle or trouble. AmHerDic

"...in the throws of Pon Farr"
Throes. A condition of agonizing struggle or trouble. AmHerDic

Sorry spellchecker, no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to please all of you. Next part turned in today.....T

when today!!!!!!!

This was another great chapter, it's a unique series and I'm glad that there's no rush to finish it off soon! Look forward to the next part...

r u going to put out the new chapter today.

I turned it in yesterday (Tuesday), I don't know why it isn't up yet, but I know Bucky has her hands full with school. I will send it again to make sure she got it. Sorry. T.

Bucky told me this weekend she has a big project due Friday. My guess is that's why it's not up yet.