Generational - part 6

Generational

By: TLR

Rated R: Adult content
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the product of UPN and Paramount Pictures.

Summary: This story picks up four years after the bond finally formed between our resident lovebirds. Things aboard the ship had really changed, having the first of the babies being born no more than a year to the day that the fraternization restriction was lifted. Now the passageways of the Enterprise were littered with them. They played, running back and forth with parents chasing them down. Three year olds and younger were screaming with glee at the prospect of being chased and their parents trying as they might to keep the noise down for the rest of the crew. There were 14 children in all, and the sickbay looked like a day care center, with little boys and girls being deposited so that their parents could attend to their work shifts. Even Phlox had gotten into the act, finally marrying Amanda Wearing, a crewman first class from exobiology lab. The two had come to know each other better shortly after his romance of Elizabeth Cutler ended. Now the crew is settling into a life with the added stress of childhood and not everyone is happy about it. Let's see how things are going for our favorite star ship crew.

A/N: I apologize for the lateness of this part. My grandfather fell and broke his hip last week and now has been readmitted to the hospital with bilateral lung pneumonia. He is not doing all that well and helping him is taking up quite a bit of time, along with school and work. Again I appreciate your patience.

February 10th, 2006

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Trip leaned heavily against the wall of the turbo lift. He was exhausted, feeling like he hadn't slept in two days. This was made all the more strange by the fact that he'd napped a whole hour while waiting for his wife to come back to their cabin. But as usual, T'Pol was engrossed in her work and it was indeed she who was so fatigued, but her poor spouse was reaping the side effect. Trip had become use to it, his wife trying to put aside minor distractions to keep from having to stop her work. She would miss meals, going hungry for hours, only to have her husband bring her a tray to the bridge. This after eating three sandwiches, two rounds of chips and at least one slice of pecan pie. Even after four years, he hadn't quite got their shared feelings, although he was getting better at it. Now at least he would think back to his last meal before tearing through the mess hall.

But tonight, it was T'Pol that felt so rough, having not slept well in days. Trip couldn't understand what was keeping her up so, but knew that instead of napping further he had to go and get her to come to bed with him immediately, or else this feeling would linger on into tomorrow like it had today. This bond thing really did keep its participants in good health, for if you attempted to deviate from it, it would jump out and grab hold of you in a heart beat. It would be illogical to ignore the hold it had on them. The doors of the lift parted and Trip leaned out through the opening, concentrating all his thoughts toward the science station.

(You almost done yet?) he started not wanting to be too pushy. Trip knew that the more stubborn he got, the more stubborn she became.

(I have more surveys to categorize. Please return to bed and I will come when I am finished with my work.) T'Pol didn't look up from her scanner.

(I would love too, but I'm not the one who is tired,…… you are. Please put that away and come to bed, I can't take any more naps….) Trip's face drooped indicating the state of his exhaustion. T'Pol looked at him, studying the lines on his brow. She realized the fatigue she was ignoring, was affecting her mate severely. She looked again to her surveys, only half complete. The Vulcan wondered if she could find a way to block her fatigue from him without disrupting their bond.

Finally she caved, turning her scanner off and standing up. She came to him in the lift, and he let the door slide shut again. They returned to their cabin quietly, entering and changing quickly for bed. It was very late when Trip woke to find an empty space beside him. T'Pol sat at her table, candles burning and eyes closed in meditation. He exhaled heavily, having been through this same scenario every night this week. He sat up and watched her sitting solidly still before the flickering candlelight. Within a few seconds, his concentration on her brought T'Pol out of her meditation.

(You coming to bed anytime soon?) Trip put on his best perturbed face. His fatigue was evident. Trip's hair was mussed, sticking up straight at all angles. T'Pol didn't try to argue. She blew out the candles and put them back onto the shelf above her desk. She walked to the bed and laid down, into the curve of her mate's arms. He enclosed her softly, checking within their bond for any discord that would explain her restlessness. He found only a soft hum in the back of her brain. It was like a low current that buzzed beneath the level of her consciousness. It was steady, edgy and held a mild anxiousness to it.

***

Days later, found Trip no more rested. He lay quietly on the bunk reading a murder mystery as his wife meditated in the far side of the room. He offered to meditate with her, but T'Pol requested that she be alone in this effort. Trip could feel an underlying restlessness growing within her and he was at a loss as to how to calm it. He tried to get her to talk about it, but the Vulcan would clam up, claiming he was not reading her discomfort, but his own. The good engineer decided to drop the subject and let her do whatever it was that she needed to deal with what she was going through. He rested against their pillows, using the light of the lone head lamp to illuminate the pages of the old time book. Trip felt the presence of his mate's mind harboring just outside the limits of his consciousness. She was impatient, irritated and bordering on hostile.

Trip looked up from his book and found his wife's eyes staring at him, cold and dispassionate. "You okay?" he asked feeling a bit nervous under the scrutiny. She remained silent, looking at him with a very penetrating stare.

"What…. Am I turning the pages too loudly?" Trip was sounding a bit defensive.

"You were reading a loud." She stated evenly, knowing full well her husband wasn't making any outward verbal sounds.

"What do you mean? I was reading silently." Trip sat up with his face all scrunched questioning her pronouncement.

"Your mind was reading a loud. It is disturbing my attempts at meditation." T'Pol's voice held a tint of anger.

"Well excuse me… I didn't realize my mind was too loud for you. I offered to meditate with you, but you said you wanted to do so alone. What else am I supposed to do? If I sleep, then my dreams would bother you." Trip was as tired and irritable as his wife. He thought it was from lack of sleep, but T'Pol knew better what was ailing her.

Trip got up and walked over to his wife. "Look T'Pol, we are both tired, we're not sleeping well, how about we just turn in and get some rest?" He watched as his mate's eyes shifted back to the flame.- This gave Trip the answer he didn't want. Instead of trying harder to make his point, he simply touched her on the hair and left the cabin. T'Pol felt a deep regret at dismissing her husband as she did, but the anxiousness she was feeling was overwhelming and frightening to her. She didn't know how to address it with him, wondering if something within their bond had changed, and not in a good way. She took a few more cleansing breaths, trying to return to that plain white space.

Trip made his way to the gym, passing many crewmen in the hallways without saying a word. It wasn't until he hit the doors of the exercise area, did he even realize where he was. The engineer claimed the first cycle as his own, jumping on and cranking it up as high as it could go. Malcolm, who was working out on the next bike, watched his friend's less than happy demeanor.

"Trouble in paradise?" He smirked, his new outlook on life showing his pessimistic views loud and clear.

"What?" Trip finally realized he wasn't alone.

"You look like a man not so happy with things right now." Reed was ready to say I told you so when he saw his friend was really in pain over whatever had him so distracted.

"T'Pol is going through something right now and I just can't seem to help her." Trip's breathing finally caught up with the level of his workout. He turned down the outage of the cycle and sat back, upright on the seat.

"Well it was bound to happen… I mean you two have been inseparable for over 4 years. Perhaps the honeymoon is finally over and this is just normal married life." Malcolm was still having bitter feelings about his loosing Hoshi to that Ensign in engineering.

"No, it's not." Trip returned him an aggravated look. "Our normal married life is what we've had over the last 4 years. This is different. She's going through something and I just can't seem to help her, no matter what I do."

"Well maybe she doesn't need your help. She's quite resourceful. I say just be supportive and let her get through it on her own." Reed dismissed his friend's troubles with his usual British logic.

"No…. that's what the bond is for. So I know when she needs something. This is something different and it's driving me crazy trying to handle it." Trip looked to his friend trying to convince him that there was something drastically wrong. He saw the Brit deep in his own personal troubles over the latest news about the ship.

Malcolm heard that Hoshi went into labor this morning. Her pregnancy and subsequent marriage to Ensign Warner was difficult for the male to handle. When her engagement to the MACO broke up, the security officer was encouraged that things were going his way, but he made no attempt to act upon the opportunity and Sato was then scooped up by the engineer's mate. This relationship however, was much more intense than the first and it survived many attempts by the Brit to discredit the ensign. When news came of her pregnancy, there was nothing he could do. Now she was in sickbay getting ready to deliver her first child and this fact was weighing heavily on the young male's mind.

***

Trip stood in the middle of sickbay, looking at the squiggling mass of baby that lay in the isolette. It wriggled, sucking happily on the pacifier in its mouth. "Toto?" Trip mumbled softly remembering the significance of that name in his vast movie knowledge. He looked over to the biobed that held his friend and colleague. Hoshi slept quietly, tired from her long labor. This child didn't come out easy, taking over 22 hours to finally make his debut. Something about it pulled at the young Human's heart.

It was what Trip wanted more than anything, and since their bonding, Trip had to face the real possibility that this may never happen for him and T'Pol. The two of them had been working with Phlox, for over the last two years to help their chances when the big event came. But for some reason, Trip's thoughts of children had increased over the last few months. Perhaps it was the increasing number of toddlers running about the passageways. Perhaps it was watching his friend going through her own pregnancy, but something was really tugging at the Human's heart and he wondered occasionally, if his thoughts were making his mate more anxious about their chances.

(It's a moot point.) Trip thought to himself realizing they would not have an answer to that question until the big day came. T'Pol was now 69 years old and they both knew that the answer would be coming soon enough. He didn't see his wife passing through the doors. T'Pol walked up to her mate and stood there silently looking down into the incubator. She could feel his need to have a child of his own and it was grabbing at her very soul.

"He is healthy?" She asked quietly holding back her worry about this problem between them.

"Very healthy…." Trip returned, reaching his hand behind her to advance the Vulcan closer to the bed. His hand upon her back both soothed and irritated her all at the same time. The Vulcan shrunk away from his touch which made her movement all the more noticeable to her mate.

"We will be late for shift. I will see you at afternoon meal then?" She backed up and started for the portal. Trip watched as she moved off and out the door. He wondered what it was that was bothering her, and even more if he'd be able to keep from growing angered by the dismissive way she was treating him.

Hours later, Trip was working in engineering in the far corner of the room. He tweaked a few dials watching with great interest the way his adjustments were affecting the warp field fluctuations. He didn't even sense his wife's approach as T'Pol strolled up behind him. She watched him a few seconds, wondering why her presence wasn't affecting him like his was her.

(Have you time for something, mate?) She called to him through their bond as her hand lightly brushed up along his buttocks. Trip jumped, first surprised by her presence and even more by her actions, so blatantly displaying affection in public. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else saw his wife's actions.

(Are you crazy?) His mind went immediately to what he knew was very taboo in her culture.

(I was wondering if you might have time for a serious discussion.) She brushed up against his private area, as she turned in between the console and her mate.

"We're in engineering…..and you want to…..?" Trip whispered close to her face as he felt her hands caressing his bottom once again.

"We have not been intimate in several days…. This does not help our bond be content. I sense in you the need to…" T'Pol pushed herself into him and he cut her off as another crewman walked past the warp reactor area. Trip pushed her back, removing her grip upon his posterior.

"What you are sensing in me right now is the need to get back to work. We can pick this up later…… Now I think you should go before I have to explain to everyone in the department why you are groping me." Trip moved over to a nearby console and started trying to settle his highly excited nerves.

T'Pol moved back toward her husband and reached out to once more entice her mate. He dodged her advances, seeing the crowd, her unusual behavior was attracting. The Vulcan jumped back, taking great offense at her spouse's refusal of her.

(Fine…..it is apparent to me that you do not wish assistance.) And with that she turned and exited the room, past the crowd and other assembled engineering staff. Trip watched her leave, as perplexed by her exit as her entrance and behavior as a whole.

Instead of meeting him for lunch, T'Pol chose to let her mate dine alone. She sat in their cabin, munching on a few pieces of fruit that Chef brought at her request. She absently used her fingers, leaving the fork untouched beside the plate. Her mind was far away, reasoning her mate's refusal of her, and contemplating her true feelings about his actions. She wasn't too surprised when he showed up a little more than perturbed by her lateness. He stood in the doorway, watching his mate eat another piece of peach.

"Were you gonna tell me that we were gonna take lunch in our quarters?' He came closer and noted only fruit and vegetables on the tray. He realized immediately that she had no intention of having lunch with him.

"So…. You wanted to take the mid day meal alone." Trip sat down on the bed and let out an exhausted breath. "All you had to do was tell me." The Human searched the floor trying to understand his mate's mood swings.

"Look, I realize that rejecting you this morning wasn't good for our bond, but I know that you'd be upset if you knew what you were about to do. I just didn't want you to do something you would regret later." Trip looked up to her and saw her unfettered gaze. It was hypnotic, engrossed, like she wasn't listening to anything he had to say. She absently brought the fruit slices to her mouth, juice rolling down her fingers and dropping onto her lap.

"T'Pol…. Are you okay?..... Can you hear me?" Trip stood up and came toward her. As he approached, he noticed her grab the plate of food and scoot back away from him in a defensive move. The Human backed away, realizing that perhaps this was the day T'Pol had been dreading her entire life. He eased backward and saw her relax a bit. Trip left the cabin, heading straight to sickbay to speak with the good doctor about what was about to take place.

As he entered the large room, Trip found the Denobulan sitting at his desk entering his notes on the new addition to the crew. "Hey Doc.." The Human displayed a very disturbed appearance. The doctor picked up on it almost immediately.

"Commander…. What has you here this time of day?" The alien moved over to the Human, keeping his problems from others who may overhear.

"Doc… I think it's time…… T'Pol has been acting very strangely and I think she's starting….. I mean, I think it's starting." Trip was too nervous, having heard all the stories T'Pol had related to him about what it would be like. He tried his best to comfort her, but secretly knew that her concerns were valid.

"I do suspect you are right, Commander. It would explain her bouts of insomnia, and irrational intolerance of Humans and their emotions." Phlox spoke steadily, trying to deter some of his anxiety. He moved toward a nearby cabinet and took out several pre-prepared hyposprays.

"I have been anticipating this event, and am ready to assist you. Here.." He handed Trip the injections meant to keep the Human safe during this time. He stood their and awaited the stream of questions he thought might follow, but instead, he found the engineer quite startled. He remained their looking at the hyposprays, contemplating the upcoming days of exertion. Considering the fact that his mate wasn't too happy with him right now, Trip wondered how he could pull off any sexual relations while conditions remained like this.

"Would you like me to come with you and get her medicated?" Phlox touched Trip on the arm and brought him back from his deep contemplation. Trip looked up at him and a sudden stream of relief came over his mind. He nodded, and the two of them exited sickbay and headed toward the commander's quarters.

Reaching the cabin, Trip entered in the code. He found the room empty, the pieces of discarded fruit lying about the floor. He went immediately to the bathroom, and found it to be as vacant. He came out and looked to the doctor. "I don't know where she is." Trip slapped his thighs in complete exasperation.

"It is important we find her commander….In her current state, she could be a danger to herself and to others." Phlox reminded him their work was far from over. "Concentrate and see if you can pick up on where she went." The Denobulan added trying to lead the young male in the next most logical course of action.

Trip did as he was instructed. He could feel a strong sense of protectiveness coming from his mate. Then those feelings turned to jealousy and Trip knew exactly where his mate was. "Today's Thursday, isn't it." He murmured, as he moved past the doctor and toward the door. He threw down the extra hyposprays, keeping one in his hand as they left. In just a few moments, they were at the door to the gym. There before him was Trip's worst nightmare.

In the usual Thursday afternoon class, the MACOs were all present working with the enterprise crew to get their hand to hand combat fine tuned. At the far side of the group, stood T'Pol with her MACO opponent; Corporal Amanda Cole. The two were poised opposite each other ready to perform the standard attack and defend stances. But what the MACO didn't know was that the Vulcan was in mate protective mode and there was a really good chance that she could be injured by the out of control alien. They started their dance, both scoping the other for an opening.

It was Amanda who made the first move, trying to grab at the Vulcan's arm. T'Pol moved out instinctively and turned the young woman's advances into a very strong throw across the floor. The corporal rolled out of the throw, but still plunked up against the wall rather hard, dazing her for a second. However this didn't deter the military officer, who sprang to her feet and took a more aggressive stance, wanting to return the Vulcan's expertise.

Phlox saw the potential danger in this continued sparring. He turned to Trip and saw he also knew this was going no where good.

"T'Pol !" Trip yelled above the commotion in the room. The Vulcan's eyes were fixed on the Corporal, however Amanda's attention turned momentarily to the commander's presence. This enraged the Vulcan who could feel some of the emotions this female still held for her mate. She moved forward, wishing to engage the woman again in battle.

"T'Pol…!" This time it came more forcibly, making even the alien stop and look in the direction of the voice. The crowd around them parted, and Trip came through it, accompanied by the good doctor.

"I wish to speak with you a moment." Trip tried to keep his voice even, but not loose the degree of urgency he was trying to portray.

"I am in class, can this not wait?" She returned, her fists still in a fighting stance.

"No it cannot." Trip grabbed her arm and pulled her away from her adversary.
She bulked a bit at his manhandling, but then recognized his possessiveness as a sign of desire. This took over her senses and she allowed him continued control of the situation. Trip gave Amanda a half smile and nod as he and his mate left the area. Upon exiting the gym, Phlox connected the hypospray to her skin quite by surprise.

T'Pol slumped to the floor, her knees becoming too weak to support her own weight. "What did you do that for?" Trip asked shocked by the doctor's move.

"It is apparent she took your dominate behavior as an act of mating. She would have been too hard to control once we reached your quarters. This way now, you can at least get a head of the game. I will help you get her back there and prepare for the next two weeks." Phlox lifted one of T'Pol's arms over his neck and together, the two walked a very drugged Vulcan back to her quarters. He helped the commander get things in order, going over the room for any objects that could pose a threat to his safety. They also spread out the large mats that they borrowed from the gym. As rough as Vulcan mating could get, there was every chance that the couple might roll off their bunk and onto the floor. For this reason, the better part of the room was covered with this thick cushioned surface. It made walking a bit more difficult, but as the doctor pointed out, it would also slow the Vulcan down, in her advances toward him.

When they had finished, the good doctor left to go about completing up the couple's business. He notified the captain of their being relieved from duty, delivered the work rosters for the next two weeks to Lt Hastings, Trip's second in command in engineering and went to work out a feeding schedule for pick up and delivery of food trays to the couple with chef. All was in place, now it was just a matter of time before the fun would start. Trip looked at the room around him. (Great, I am gonna be spending the next two weeks having crazed sex with my wife in a rubber room. This is so messed up.) He looked down upon her sleeping form and decided to catch a bit of shut eye as well. It was gonna be a long two weeks ahead.

***

Trip woke to find his mate hovering over him. She had ripped off her clothes and was now astride him in tatters. She stared deeply into his eyes, hers burning directly into his soul. "Well hello there." Trip tried to keep it light. His wife didn't return any comment, only placed her hands upon his collar and started pulling it outward. He could hear the threads of the zipper start to strain. Taking his hands and putting them on hers, Trip tried to slow her progression.

"Here honey, let me get that for you." T'Pol moved her hands a moment, frustrated by his interfering. She showed him a very displeased look and slapped at his hands, grazing them lightly. She went back to trying to remove the clothing herself, now pulling intensely at the zipper, but in the wrong direction. The item gave under her attempts and began tearing from the cloth.

Now it was Trip's turn to do the slapping. He tapped her hands lightly, startling her concentration. She sat back, growing more angered by his indifference to her need. She wiped at her eyes, indicating the sedative hadn't fully worn off yet. Trip unzipped his overalls and opened them as low as he could with her sitting atop him. He looked up at her, indicating his problem with getting out of his clothing. T'Pol backed off, standing beside the bunk atop the matted material. Her tattered garment remnants fell to her ankles immediately. Trip watched this with a slightly bemused sense. (Mental note: next time remove all constrictive clothing before the hypospray wears off.)

Trip slipped out of his overalls, lifting his leg trying to get them off fully. Before he could put that foot back on the floor, T'Pol lunged into him, knocking them both onto the mat. He hit hard onto his bottom, feeling T'Pol's weight land on top of him seconds later. "AAHHHHH" Trip exhaled with a groan. Once more the Vulcan was on top, straddling him in a provocative stature. She gazed down intensely into his eyes, sending the full extent of her desire into his mind. Without a second thought, his body responded, coming to full arousal as if on cue.

He saw a strange look of satisfaction come over his wife's face. She leaned into him, taking his mouth to hers with a rather substantial pressure. At first this action made him slightly concerned at the state of her need. But after a few seconds, either his mind or her treatment of him changed, and suddenly it became more luxurious in nature. His stiff muscles, relaxed, pulling her into him with a more aggressive nature. They rolled around the floor, each taking turns on point. With this activity, both mates' desire grew to overwhelming proportions. After the heated frenzy ended, they fell exhausted into a deep collapsed slumber.

Hours later, Trip woke alone, lying sprawled on the floor. He felt her absence, a cold shiver running through him at the mere thought of her. He rose, looking around the room. In the low light, he saw his mate curled up on the bunk. Her head tucked to her knees, the Vulcan lay with her back to him sound asleep. This confused the young engineer, wondering why his mate would so abandon him like this. He moved to the bed, climbing in and pulling the blanket up over them both. The moment Trip stopped moving, his wife rolled over and clung to him. ( Vulcan radar?) he thought, feeling T'Pol mold her body into his with practiced ease. It wasn't long until the two were fast asleep, awaiting the next sexual escapade.

Three days later, found a rather exhausted Trip standing over his mate in the bathroom. He tried to get the comb through her hair, amidst the head shaking and the restless grunts and slaps. T'Pol was in the mood for sex, as she had been non stop over the last day or so. Gone were the hours of rest between, now if he was lucky, Trip could have maybe 30 minutes to recover before he was in the starting blocks again. Worst yet, gone was any thought of romance, the Vulcan so intent on the act that she didn't care what led up to or followed the event. This, Trip understood as part of the syndrome, but secretly his mind yearned for the soft caress of her finger tips, and the enticing allure of her lips on his. He tried not to take offense by her insistence on having sex her way, but it was starting to eat at him just a bit. T'Pol jerked suddenly, trying to turn and take her prize once more.

"T'Pol will you cut that out." Trip dropped the comb and almost lost his footing. He stood behind her, naked, his body warm, pink and glistening from the very hot shower he managed to get her into this morning. They had also spend some rocking time in there, so Trip was hoping his mate would be tied over for a while, but it seems as though she wasn't. She reached around grabbing at him, his engineer's mate starting to feel the pull of her mind again. He dodged her advances, hungry and just a bit grumpy, the Human wanted to try and get some food in before another round would ensue.

"I said knock it off, T'Pol." Trip raised his voice a bit as he dodged her swipe at his manhood. Trip bent down and went to pick up the comb once more. He felt the Vulcan's hand slip between his legs from the rear and grab a hold of his family jewels. Trip winced, fearing her excitement and need would make her handle him a bit too harshly. But instead she merely rolled them gently in her hand before letting them go again. Trip was shocked, it was the first time that his mate had stopped herself from advancing. She sat back facing the mirror and allowed her husband to continue grooming her as he wanted to in the first place. Trip stood back and watched this action, wondering what crazy shift in hormones just took place from her assessment of him.

After they finished, Trip laid her pink robe over the Vulcan's shoulders. Even though they spent most of their time naked, he tried to encourage some light dress for comfort purposes. The only time Trip was fully dressed was when he went into the hallway to retrieve their food trays. This morning's tray had a large assortment of fruits and vegetables, some plomeek broth and a plate of scrambled eggs. There was a smaller dish of toast and bacon on the side. A pot of coffee and a mug of hot tea rounded off the menu, giving them more than enough fuel for their future activities. The meal went relatively smoothly, T'Pol picking up the fruit with her fingers and licking at any juice that decided to trail down her long digits. If Trip picked at some fruit, his mate watched him longingly, occasionally taking the hand he used and licking at his fingers in a very suggestive manner.

(Is she trying to seduce me?) Trip wondered, perplexed at his wife's sudden concern for his state of mind. He watched her play, becoming more interested in the idea of getting back to business with each exotic move she made. The final straw came when some juice fell onto his lap from a peach slice he grabbed for. Without thinking, T'Pol dove down and began lapping up the sticky mess and cleaning all areas around it. Trip inhaled suddenly, almost dropping his coffee mug, when his mate fell to her knees before him and continued her cleaning efforts. Needless to say, breakfast was quickly put on hold, until after the matter of his growing need was taken care of.

***

Two days later found the couple still trying to come to terms with T'Pol's hot and cold nature. Trip was finding some relief, in that their intimate sessions were growing more spaced apart. The bigger difference was his wife's tolerance of his need for closeness. She now let him cuddle, albeit for only a few minutes before she would go in for the kill. They sat on the cushions, Trip performing a few familiar neuropressure postures on his mate. They were nude, the Vulcan seated facing away from him and Trip trying to make sure his fingers were in the right position. He felt her release a lot of her pent up tension, much like she had done that first evening, the long exhale sounding more like an orgasm than a mere release. Suddenly T'Pol leaned back into him, turning her face to dig deep into his neck. She began kissing him, her tongue playing lazy circles along the lower aspect of his ear. Trip wrapped her in his arms, his fingers brushing against her skin. She wriggled at his touch, leaning further away from his body. His arms eased her backward, laying her down on the matted surface. He rolled to his knees and bent down over her body. Trip was mesmerized by a seductive wave that crossed his consciousness. He planted gentle kisses along her abdomen, sensing a warmth growing in his nether regions the further up he traveled. He reached her breasts, as T'Pol's hands came up and brought his head down firmly on her bosom. This only heightened his attraction, feeling for the first time in days that his wife was truly starting to recover.

He continued to suck, taking her peaks into his mouth at a more feverish pace. T'Pol leaned into his efforts, arching her back at the mere touch of his lips to her skin. Her eyes were closed, taking in every aspect of his feelings, the joy that was coming from him at the thought of having her, truly to him again. Somewhere in her mind, T'Pol realized that her mate needed more than just the simple act of sex and was trying to put off her urgency long enough to satisfy him. It wasn't easy. Even though it appeared that she was enjoying the foreplay, T'Pol was actually aching to get down to business. Had her mate been Vulcan, then this need to play wouldn't have been such an issue. But he was and T'Pol had to deal with that the best way she could.

As he came up to her face, Trip sensed her desire to have him in her, but wanted to draw out their intimacies a bit longer. He kissed her sensuously, taking time to explore all angles of her lips. He felt her legs playing with his bottom, trying to get wrapped around him and in position for the game. He pulled at her, rolling back onto his back and gave in to her need.

She looked down upon him, seeing his passive nature coming forth. T'Pol straddled him, leaning down and taking his mouth again, a gesture of thanks for his giving in to her need. There was a strange look in her eye then suddenly a soft smile graced her lips. This took the Human by surprise and he lay there amazed at how wonderfully appealing it looked on her. As predicted, his mate positioned herself atop his manhood and eased it into her aching space. She rode is softly, enjoying each rise with an added pleasure.

Trip closed his eyes, feeling the wonderful waves of passion that were coming from his mate. In her mind, the contentment that had long since vanished was returning for brief periods of time. This contentment was not a bland thing, but rather it came with a seductively sweet sense that made Trip's soul so happy, he would be overcome by the feeling. This time was no different, for while his body was sending back the sensations of his mate's box enclosing him in warm moist heaven, his mind was feeling the waves of love and arousal that sparked an even higher joy.

T'Pol's bouncing grew faster, as she clinched her pelvic muscles to grasp him harder and harder. She rocked a bit side to side, adding yet a new sensation to their repertoire. Her pelvis began connecting to his rather roughly, making her need for his climax all the more evident. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against his chest. This allowed for more of him to enter her, which was exactly what Trip needed to go over the top. Within a few strides he was exploding with a veraciousness that he'd never known before. He lurched forward, coming off the floor and almost meeting his wife's face. As quickly as he rose, he fell back onto the mat, spent and exhausted. Too exhausted even to speak. T'Pol leaned forward and kissed his forehead, his cheek, his neck and then his lips. Happy and now at peace, she laid herself directly atop him, not even attempting to let his manhood go from her hold. She curled up with him, her face nuzzled onto his shoulder and became content to have him stay put for a while longer. This they would find, would help to prolong the rest times between their intimacies. The remainder of the week was spent much the same way and by the end of T'Pol's pon farr, Trip was quite surprised that he was actually disappointed it was over.

Returning to work proved both difficult and interesting. Difficult, because he had become so programmed at servicing his wife that he'd almost forgot about being an engineer. And interesting, in that many speculated what the two were doing locked up in their cabin for so long and the whispers upon their entrance and exit from any where on the ship made the Human and his mate a bit self conscious at first.

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Two weeks! Wow. That's a long time. I hope she conceived. Sounds like both of them are in a baby-having mood.

Toto? That's a unique name. Is it Japanese, or did she name him after the dog, LOL?

Thanks for the update. I really enjoyed it! Hope your grandfather gets better soon. :o)

Sorry to hear your grandfather is ill. Hope he gets well soon.

Great chapter! Always enjoy TnT togetherness. Hope this means Lorian is on his way.

Yes, I great chapter can't wait till the next.

A great chapter once again! Interesting choice of a name though...

Hope your grandfather gets well soon.

Toto...as in Wizard of Oz Toto the dog? Hmm..

I am really enjoying this series though :) I also hope your grandfather gets better soon. Cheers!

If you remember from the episode,E2, Hoshi had two children, Toto and Yosheko..... I am assuming Toto came first.

Thanks for the well wishes, unfortunately my grandfather has taken a turn for the worse this evening and we are going to comfort measures instead of trying to drag it out. He has advanced 'Old timers', now with a broken hip, pneumonia and a very bad systemic infection, his prognosis isn't ever gonna be good, so we thought it best to make him comfortable and peaceful for what ever time he has left. Thanks for all your understanding. T.

May God bless you and your family, TLR. I pray that your grandfather's journey home is peaceful and painless, and that he makes it surrounded by everyone he loves.

Don't apologize for the delay. Family comes first. Your grandfather is fortunate to have family available to help take care of him.

Enjoying every bit of this story.

Also, bit of weather trivia that the story reminds me of...one of the attempts by the National Severe Storms Lab in Norman, Oklahoma to obtain near-real-time or real-time data on tornados used an instrument cluster set up in a 55-gallon (oil) drum. The drum was mounted on a basic two-wheel trailer frame so it could be towed by an NSSL storm chaser crew into the path of a tornado. The trailer was unhitched and the crew drove like hell to get out of the path. The device was called a "Totable Tornado Observatory", or "Toto". And it may or may not have been in Kansas...

My thoughts are with you for your Grandfathers comfort and peace. Much appreciation for a well written and fun story and I'll look forward with anticipation to the next part whenever you feel able to write it, thankyou.

Another fine chapter! Thanks :)

But I'm hoping that they won't be conceiving Lorian yet because that would mean Trip will dying in 14 years. I'd like Trip and T'pol to be together a while longer.

Hope all goes will with you and your family. I love all of your writing. I appreciate the time and effort and talent it takes to write your stories. I agree with BabyEnterprise, how about doing us a favor. Could you do a sequel and find a way so that Trip does not die. Please! And in your spare time how about the continuing adventures of baby Elizabeth and family. I look forward to reading anything that you write.

Thoughts and prayers for you and your family, TLR, and well done on another chapter! Take your time writing, it will be wonderful to read no matter when! :)

Great story! It just keeps getting better and better. My best wishes to you and your family at this difficult time.

I like the name Toto, I have a friend with the name Toto. and keep writhing I like your stories.

I apologize for not making the deadline. My grandfather just passed and I will be delayed by the funeral plans. Thank you for all your well wishes, my family and I really do appreciate them. God bless.... T.

i hope everything is ok take all the time you need, it is well worth the wait, your stories are great. i send my condolences

I am finishing up my class and during my week off, I will get the finale out. Sorry, but class and work have turned up the heat and I am just struggling to keep up. Thanks for your patience. T