Guess We've Got a Lot of Work to Do - Part 2Guess We’ve Got A Lot Of Work To Do BY: TLR Rated R – adult content August 20th, 2005 ******************************************************************* Part 2 T’Pol’s eyes locked on the small mound that raised and fell with his every swallow. It hypnotized her, stirring ever rising passions from deep within. Her breathing grew deeper, and the hunger inside was definitely not for food. Trip shook his head, trying to get the swirling sensation from his brain. This feeling was powerful and enticing, but he still held true to his original need. He wanted T’Pol to want his heart, not just his equipment….. Trip was growing weaker against the onslaught of passions. His hands ached to feel her bare skin, his manhood wanting to connect in the worst way and yet a nagging doubt stayed in his mind. Pictures of the morning after from last time, sitting in the mess hall, bothered his conscious. (An exploration.) that point just kept replaying over and over again. Meanwhile, T’Pol’s hands started to once more move the length of his torso. They played slow, long strokes over his soft off duty attire, occasionally pulling upward slightly on his shirt. A small gap had developed between his sweats and tee, which the Vulcan’s fingers made great use of, playing lusciously back and forth on the soft skin there. Trip’s body began to shiver, his skin had visible goose flesh and the hairs of his body stood as erect as his manhood, still concealed by his clothing. Every nerve ending he had, was on fire from her slow and methodic touch. (I can’t believe I am doing this.) The Commander chastised himself for what he was about to do. He took hold of his mate’s hand stopping her stimulation. He brought it back to the neutrality of his chest and clamped it down there with slight pressure. This drew a questioning look from the female. “Look T’Pol, as much as I want so bad to do this…..My….god….. do I want so bad to do this…. I just can’t….” Trip took a disgusted breath and tried to settle his already electric nerves. He looked down into the steamy face of the Vulcan and saw a notably displeased glare coming his way. Her head remained locked to his neck, but her eyes turned upward to his, half disappearing behind her furrowed brow. “What is the problem……I can assist you if you will allow me.” T’Pol thought it might be some kind of functioning problem, although all her senses told her the Human was ready for the furthering of their mating ritual. “No it’s nothing like that….” Trip thought a moment more about her implication and reassured her a bit more defensively. “Really there are no problems in that area.” “Then what is the difficulty?” She asked a bit more evenly, some of the huskiness in her voice dissipating with the time between their contacts. “I just can’t do another exploration……My heart can’t take it.” Trip seemed more disgusted by his admission than by her actions of the past. “You have cardiovascular injury?” T’Pol was assuming the clinical. “Do you require Phlox’s assistance?” She asked searching her sense of him for the malfunction and finding none. “No…!.... No….it’s not like that. My heart is functioning fine…. It’s just I don’t think it can take being broken again.” Clearly the young man’s scars from the past several months had not totally healed by their evening of straight talk and shared closeness. “I do not plan to harm you, Commander.” Her use of that word drew a sharp look in return. “Trip…. I was merely responding to your need for me….. That is what a mate does.” Her answer was both endearing and clinical all at the same time. Part of the young engineer found her wanting to fulfill his needs a loving gesture, but the other part found her statement, to be that of fulfilling her duties to the ship. She seemed as though the action was no more than a function of her daily duties. “I’m a bit new to this mate thing.” He returned now, more than before afraid of what the morning after would bring if he gave in. His body ached at this point from her nearness. Every cell in his body hummed so loudly it was becoming deafening. T’Pol reached up and took his face in her hand. She stroked the side of it, grasping the chin and turning it more at an angle to her mouth. She kissed him softly at first, growing more and more passionate with every movement. Trip could feel his mind slipping into the molten feelings that lay deep in his brain. His senses were all but lost when he pulled a way and braced a hand on her chest to add more distance. “Really T’Pol…. I can’t…” The sickening feelings from her dismissals of the last several months played over and over again in his heart. T’Pol looked at him questioningly. The feelings she got from him were a mixture of heat and mistrust. She found no displeasure in him toward her, but his actions seemed to indicate otherwise. “You do not find me suitable to be your mate?” She asked the hurt in her voice almost peeking through her otherwise even tone. “No that’s not it…….I mean yes, of course I find you suitable….. You are more than suitable…. You are perfectly suited to me….” He stopped and fumbled with the silk material of her pajama top. “I just can’t have a physical relationship without some kind of emotional commitment.” He looked to her and saw the alien shrink away at that remark. “I am not capable of those types of emotions, Trip.” Her admission came low and quiet as she eased herself back, more onto the bed’s surface and less on him.
“If you are referring to our last time together, I was not in control of myself. The trellium affected me more than I realized and …” She started to explain her addiction, an uncomfortable talk to be having, and she squirmed a bit from his embrace. “What trellium…. I am talking about Vulcan.” Trip’s comment brought her movement to a standstill. She wondered if he was referring to her devastating news and how his feelings were damaged by her relaying it. “Trip… I apologize if my actions there left you with…” Again she started her standard response, but was cut off by the young man. “Yes it did hurt to hear you were marrying that guy, but that is not what I am referring too.” Again he saw her puzzled look. “I’m talk’n about the look on your face right before you went out and married him. The look you gave me that told me how much you didn’t want to be with him…. You wanted to be with me…” He pulled back into her body a bit. “For that one moment, I was sure you loved me… I knew it with all my heart, just by the look on your face.” “I was not marrying my mate….” She replied her voice broken by the sad feelings his memories brought back to her. “It is natural to be sad when going against your baser instincts.” “So you knew we were bonded even back then?” Trip asked a bit confused. “No… but looking back at it, that was the only logical explanation.” She leaned more into him to get a sense of comfort from his presence. “Logic had nothing to do with it….. Your pain was because you were marrying a man you didn’t love and leaving one you did.” Trip knew at least this much to be true. “I just need to know you still love me…. the way you did there.” He was almost pleading for some relief for his brow beaten soul. “I am not capable of those feelings.” T’Pol was having a hard time dealing with things. Her commitment to the Kir’Shara and its teachings was the reconnecting with her emotional barriers. To let them down again would be to bring back the chaos her life had become before, but something instinctual called for her to heed his wishes and let the Human into her very soul. “Yes….you are…. You gotta just listen to your heart.” Trip leaned down to look her square in the eye. “But what if I don’t know what my heart wants….. I don’t know how to listen to that which I don’t under stand.” Her voice sounded much like that of a young child now. “You’ve done it before…When you stayed aboard the Enterprise rather than return home and marry Koss, remember?” Trip tried to help her with this task. “I married Koss anyway.” She reminded him a bit defeated by his efforts. “Yes, because you listened to your heart once again.” This remark totally confused the alien. “I didn’t wish to marry him…. I wished to..” She stopped just short of admitting her true desires on the matter. “You wanted to marry me…. but your love for your mother was greater and you gave yourself to save her….If that is not listening to your heart then nothing is.” Trip’s eyes watered at the memory, equally as painful to him as to her. “So you are saying the voice inside which attempts to influence my decisions is my heart and I should listen to it.” She looked up into his eyes. “Yeah….when it comes to me anyways….” Trip flashed her a soft smile. It warmed her heart and sparked the very same voices that were telling her to end this discussion and take care of his more pressing needs. “What are the voices saying to you right now?” He asked eager to see if she would commit to his request. “They are instructing me to tend to your needs.” She said plainly, but climbed up against his body a bit more, on her way to his mouth. Trip on the other hand, felt she stopped listening and was going back to the exploration angle, something he wasn’t going to fall for. He stopped her forward momentum, and tried once more to reach her heart. “T’Pol listen…” His hands on her arms brought a disapproving look. “I can’t run hot and cold. Either we do this and are happy about it, or else we just don’t do this at all.” Trip’s body was about to explode, it ached with a severity he’d never known before in his life. But his mind was determined to have this woman, body and soul, nothing less would do. “I don’t understand.” T’Pol moved back even more frustrated. “Why do you not want me to tend to your needs?” “Because I want them to be your needs too…” He returned equally as miffed. “They are my needs. A mate’s sole purpose in life is to see to the needs of their mate. They are joined….Their needs become united….Why do you resist?” She withdrew her hands from his body which sent a cold shiver through the Human’s spine. “Do you not wish to satisfy my needs?” Her question was surprisingly forceful coming from a species supposedly devoid of emotion. “Of course I do…. I would do anything for you….Because I love you….” “Then why do you not accept this from me?” T’Pol was truly flustered and Trip was getting red faced from the pressure. “Because tomorrow morning, you’ll go back to business as usual, and I won’t mean a thing to you until you feel the need to tend to my needs again.” There he admitted it. T’Pol was shocked that he could think she didn’t care for him. If he truly felt her within their bond, he couldn’t really mean what he just said. “You are my mate….. You could never mean nothing to me…..My only purpose now is to care for you…..I have no choice in the matter. That is what being mated is all about.” Trip was overcome by her response. His feelings were still a bit shaky though and he had to ask her further. “And tomorrow?” “Will be no different than right now. I will have a desire to fulfill only your needs and care for you as my husband.” Trip’s head began to ease, however he couldn’t understand why she referred to him in that way. “Your husband… T’Pol we are not married.” “Technically we are…There has been no verification ceremony, but our bond is by definition, our marriage.” She added easing closer to him as she felt his hurt leaving. “But your marriage to Koss.” He asked mesmerized by her drawing near. “Was only the declaration of an intention to bond…..True marriage doesn’t occur until the bond forms. That is why couples reside together for at least one Vulcan year, to allow a bond to form. If it doesn’t,…then the marriage can be dissolved and no dishonor will befall either family.” T’Pol’s voice was luring him in inch by inch. “So you married Koss, but had no intention of bonding with him.” Trip was now flush against her body. “I could not bond with Koss…. when my heart desired you.” That was it. Trip’s heart leapt out of his chest and into his throat. His eyes were steamy and the smile her words caused let his mate know his hesitation was gone.
The long slender fingers of the Vulcan connected with points on the young man’s skull, releasing endorphins flooding into his system. The high this caused rushed over Trip like a cheap drunk. His cares gone, the only thing left for him to do was to satisfy his carnal lust for the beautiful alien. Trip rolled T’Pol over onto her back, pulling up and away from her, all the while watching her delight in his feelings of lust and passion. Her eyes were closed, allowing for free flow between their bond, of the sensations his touch was causing. The Human soon understood just how much pleasure he was bringing to the young woman, to them both. He slowly undid the buttons of her jammies, all the while watching his mate’s reaction. She arched her back and brought her hands down to the pillow on either side of her head. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back and an exquisite pleasure masked her otherwise even and icy features. The touch of his fingers on her skin caused that mask to change in the most intriguing ways and Trip was drawn into seeing what other pleasures he could bring out in her. He opened her top, exposing only her breastbone for now, and ran his flattened palms up and along the straight line. As he did so, the feelings returning to him made his back arch uncontrollably with pleasure. He took a deep convulsive inhale which stuck in his throat for a long moment. As his hands reached her collar bone, they separated, taking the two ends of the covering with them. He watched entranced as her form exposed itself. Those same hands ran the length of her clavicle then started their downward turn, encircling her curves and bringing the pair together in a gentle squeeze. Their texture melted in his fingertips, the luxury of her skin, the firmness of their substance. Moreover, the flood of arousal that accompanied this act caught yet another breath in his chest, this time for a much longer period. The Human’s head was whirling, a heat burned at his ears and chest. An overwhelming need to take her was building in his brain, and he fought it to make the moment last even longer. His head bent down to taste the pleasure of her female form, his lips running softly back and forth between the two mounds. The feelings of desire enveloped him, pulling at his need to have her once more. Now Trip’s mind was no more in control, as in a sudden burst, his hands began ripping at the fabric of her bottoms. He yanked at their middle, as if not wanting to waist time with taking them down properly. Trip kept his face close to her skin, his breath playing with the flesh of her abdomen. These new sensations flooded his brain, as again he arched uncontrollably. This time, T’Pol’s hands came up to find specific spots on his neck. Her fingers wove threw the mass of curly blond waves and began applying gentle pressure to areas that both heightened his arousal, and yet gave him back a little of the control he desired so. His hands moved to the sides of her hips and got a proper grasp on the bottoms. They began to slide down, exposing what his body most desired. Suddenly there came a sound on the over head comm which sent both their bodies into painful spasms…. “Tactical Alert…. Tactical Alert…. All crewmen to duty stations…..senior officers to the bridge.” Reed’s voice could be heard over the improved but still annoying waves of sound he had deemed an alert signal. The noise as well as his friend’s voice replaying the message once more made the Human curl up in agony. “DAMMNNN…. I can’t fucking believe this…” he swore rolling off his mate and trying to hide the obvious erection that was no longer contained by his tighty blues. The bulge was painful and out there, so much so even his sweats did little to cover it. T’Pol herself curled up in pain, having so connected to her husband that his feelings still flowed through her even without his touch. She groaned in response, holding her mid section and looking off into the distance trying to reorient her mind to the here and now. “You okay?” Trip managed through gritted teeth of his own. “Not yet…. But I will be.” She returned. “It is not advisable to cease sexual connections in the middle of the arousal phase. It can be very disruptive to my neural pathways.” “Tell me about it.. My chief engineer isn't too happy about it either” Trip was obviously quite as affected as she, but for other reasons. “Come on….. we gotta get to our stations.” He stood and lent a hand to his mate. The bottoms she wore fell to her feet as she stood, almost making her trip. She fell into his arms, her gait off and unsteady. “Great I have a beautiful naked woman in my arms and I gotta go to work. Doesn’t it just figure.” He groaned trying to make the best of this situation. He helped her to the bathroom and set her down on a seat. Trip brought her a wet towel and left her to stabilize while he went to get her a uniform. Once dressed, the two headed for the bridge as quickly as possible. The Human’s throbbing manhood, talked back several times along the journey but finally gave into the gravity of the situation. *** “Tell the Cap’n, I’m heading for engineering.” He stated and suddenly the turbo doors opened. He started out them then turned around. Grabbing T’Pol by the shoulders, he pulled her to him and stole a quick but passionate kiss. “We’ll have to pick this up later….I love ya.” His words were rushed as he turned quickly back to the pressing matter at hand, getting his ship through the attack. Within seconds the young Human had disappeared around the bend and the doors were closed, the lift on its way. Another crash, and full tilt shudder hit as the Vulcan stepped out onto the bridge. “Return Fire.” Archer shouted as T’Pol took her post. She scanned quickly the enemy attacking them and noted the reason for this fight. “Klingons” She murmured out loud. “Oh really….” T’Pol looked up to find Archer glaring at her. “Ya think.” His words indicated his displeasure at the time it took for her to reach the bridge. He continued his look as if wanting something more from the young woman. She remained silent, going back to her scans, looking for a solution to this situation. The Klingon ships came back around, the first making a strafing run across the bow and the second weaving back in the opposite direction. Both runs resulting in another volley of disrupter fire. Their contact with the ship rocked it hard, sending relays popping and sparks flying. “What the hell do these guys want….Return fire, Mr. Reed.” Archer stood up and clasped a light hand on Travis’ shoulder to get a better view of the attack. “Aye Sir.” Malcolm, frantically pressed buttons, sending an equal number of shots across both their sterns. He checked his inventory of torpedo’s and noted a strange anomalous reading coming from the area. “Captain!” He announced getting the senior’s attention. Archer turned and walked up to the weapon’s station. “I’m getting radiation readings from both our torpedo bays. I think we’ve been hit.” The Brit continued pressing buttons, both sending more rounds of shots and doing his best to check on the status of his arsenal. Archer looked over to T’Pol for a more detailed analysis. The science officer was already on the problem, scanning the area and running the data logs to indicate the nature of the readings. “Captain…. I am picking up low level radiation that is true, but just prior to the last round of disruptor fire, there seems to have been something beamed into that part of the ship. I am reading low level EM readings that indicate the use of some sort of transport device.” As she was finishing her statement, the ship rocked again from another round. The Captain clearly disgusted with this quarrelsome species, looked back at the screen holding the attacking ships. He motioned for Reed to continue firing and walked over to the science station to send his second in command to locate the source of the problem in the armory. “It may be some sort of explosive device. Get to the armory and check it out. Report back to me your findings. In the mean time, I’ll have Trip meet you there, just in case.” Archer’s words were low, so as not to frighten the rest of the bridge crew. Reed looked up at the retreating Vulcan, wondering why she would be sent in place of him. Archer noted his question and decided to answer it with authority. Archer nodded to Hoshi, to notify the engineer his presence was needed in the armory. “Mr. Reed, return fire… Keep them off us for a few minutes until T’Pol can assess the problem.” He then turned to Travis, whose hands were nimbly working the controls of the massive ship. He turned her and darted between the two vessels with an ease that earned him his reputation. “Keep 'em at a distance, just a while longer Travis.” Archer returned to his chair, and waited with great anxiousness at the comm. panel to hear the results of the commanders’ assessment. Upon leaving the lift, Trip came running up right behind T’Pol. He laid a soft hand on the small of her back and jogged rapidly in unison with the faster more agile alien. They entered the armory to hear the loud alarm of the radiation detectors. The crew members inside were zipping around, shutting down conduits and relays, trying to rectify the situation. Both Trip and T’Pol knew the alarms had nothing to do with any equipment malfunction. They quickly surveyed the phaser levels then ordered the remaining crew out of the area, to safety. Trip tried to get his mate to do the same, but met with great resistance. “I said get outta here.” Trip pushed at her shoulder edging her closer to the door. “The Captain sent you to assist me in finding the problem. I suggest we get to that assignment.” T’Pol returned, rolling out of his grip and past him toward the torpedo bays. She scanned the area, noticing a higher concentration of radiation and EM readings just beside the bank of weapons. Trip was noticeably frustrated by her insistence, holding his hands out then bringing them down to smack his thighs. He rolled his eyes and threw his head back with equal insistence then followed her to the source of the readings. The young engineer leaned over her shoulder looking at the gauge and dial readings of the scan. He too noticed the concerning data, and bent to try and see what was behind the casings that would be causing the problem. “I am reading a cylindrical object about 3 meters in length, lodged just behind the anterior end of the casings” She relayed the data and watched the engineer start to remove the covering. The ship rocked again, this time less of a blow, indicating that Travis was keeping them from the direct hits. The loud hum of the phasers, as Malcolm returned fire, distracted the two momentarily. Trip pulled at the metal covering with all his might, but without result. He looked around for something to help pry the metal, turning his back to his mate in doing so. Meanwhile, tired of waiting, T’Pol bent down and used her bare hands to rip away the casing, exposing the banks and the alien object. There was a spray of yellow mist with the removal of the covering. It dusted both of them, and settled in a light layer on the floor. The object lay against the accumulated stores, it was black with a textured surface. T’Pol reached to touch the item, and her hand was snatched away by her mate. She shot him a disapproving look and pulled from his grasp. Again she reached for the item, stopping just centimeters from the object. Holding her hand still, the alien concentrated on the emanations it produced. The electromagnetic vibrations alerted the Vulcan’s senses. “It has biomolecular sensors. The slightest touch from a live source will set it off.” T’Pol reported her findings and went back to trying to sense past the outer surface. “Impossible to say with any certainty. The same sensors that detect human electromagnetic force, also shield the interior mechanisms. It is safe to say from the radiation levels there is most probably some form of explosive within.” The Vulcan kept her eyes to the scanner, making adjustments to the readings, tapping the buttons on the padd. “Ya think” Trip decided to get her attention on the urgency of the problem. “How are we supposed to get this thing outta here?” She continued to search the readings for a solution, when she didn’t immediately respond, Trip placed his hand on her arm and urged her again. “T’Pol!” She looked to him then turned back to the device. “We may be able to get a hold on it for a brief period using the manual loading arms however it would have to be done without any disruptive motion.” T’Pol looked around for the devices she mentioned. “What?” Trip was totally confused. “I mean…you can’t jerk it…even in the slightest. That is why I will be the one moving the item.” The science officer walked over to the supply area and pulled from it a pair of long metal tong like arms. They were over 4 meters in length, opening much like a large pair of clamps. “All right fine, then I’ll get another pair and help ya.” Trip turned to grab another pair. “I do not require your help.” T’Pol eased up to the alien object, eyeing up the best angle and direction of movement. “You can’t possibly move this thing with only one pair. It takes at least 2 pair to move a torpedo, we should be at least that careful.” Trip came up with another pair in his hands. “More than one person moving this object could cause it to jolt. I will move the item myself. You need to be at the controls to close up the bay when I get it into place.” T’Pol looked him right in the eye, sending him all the reassurances she could. “The minute the bay slip moves, that thing is gonna start rocking, I don’t think you’ve thought this plan out well.” Trip was speaking more out of frustration. T’Pol looked at the metal covered slide and realized her mate was correct. Meanwhile the captain called down to engineering wanting an update on the situation. “Archer to engineering…..What’s going on down there Trip?” He waited for his friend to answer. “We got a situation down here sir…We are trying to handle it.” Trip stood over at the wall comm., still looking at his mate with great concern. T’Pol could feel his fear and fought hard to push down her own. “They’re moving away, just about 100,000 kilometers off our port bow. Has that got anything to do with what’s going on down there.” Archer was keeping it cryptic. “Most definitely Sir…… Just sit tight and tell Malcolm, to get ready to fire a torpedo. Tell him to aim right at um, let’s just say that we are refusing delivery… I’ll let you know when.” Trip could feel the certainty of her plan and decided to commit to it with her. Trip turned off the comm. and went about assessing the problem again. “If we pad the arm with some plasma insulation, that might act as a shock absorber.” He went over and started to pull off the panels of the phaser reserve banks. T’Pol came over to join him. “ Remember don't touch the insulation with your bare hands. Electromagnetic residue from your skin could linger on the insulation.” Trip grabbed a pair of heavy metal work gloves from the counter. He ripped out a long section and carried it over to the sleeve. He laid it out, covering the surface and tucked in the edges on either side. He looked to her and acknowledged his willingness to participate. T’Pol moved back over to the object while Trip took his place at the control panel. He flipped the switches and the panel slid open wide. T’Pol settled herself with the grippers in hand. She took a long breath and released it, closing her eyes and concentrating on her movements. Trip’s fears for her life were growing and try as he might he couldn’t help how much was flooding her mind. The Vulcan’s eyes opened once more and focused on her objective. She slid the tongs around the item and gently pressed the lever to tighten its grip. She released another breath, praising herself for not setting off the item so far. The alien eased her muscles up slightly, lifting the object only millimeters from the pile of photonic torpedoes it had been resting on. She twisted her body slowly, inching up a bit more to clear the edge of the storage bunker. Trip held his breath, wanting to rush over and give her a hand. He knew he couldn’t, but the thought of the explosive erupting in her face, scared him so much he could hardly breathe. A thin layer of sweat formed on his skin, the restlessness he felt growing into a potential problem for them both. Easing over, T’Pol centered the item over the arm. She set it down gingerly on the padding. Both she and the chief engineer released a final sigh of relief. The Vulcan backed away quickly as Trip activated the controls to close the bay. He hit the comm. and alerted the bridge. “Locked and loaded, Malcolm. Fire when ready…” Trip shouted, already on the run past the bay and toward his mate. He grabbed T’Pol by the waist, causing her to drop the tongs and turned her toward the door. Within milliseconds they were crossing the threshold and heading for the safety of the bulkhead. Trip shouted to the group waiting in the passageway to stand clear and get down. He pushed the first officer to the ground and hunched over her with his own body for protection. His closeness acted to reassure T’Pol that what ever happened, they would be together. The whoosh of the torpedo’s release sent a chill through both their souls. They held their breath and wondered what the next few seconds would hold for them and their brave shipmates. There was a rumble, then a violent shake of the ship. People rocked about in the hallway, and Trip fell over holding T’Pol curled up beneath him. The hall lighting flickered off, then on again several times. Finally they stabilized and Trip was able to check over his mate. “You okay?” He asked and watched as her eyes met his. Their moment was interrupted by the movement of the other crewmen in the hallway. “Everyone okay?” He asked straightening and helping the Vulcan to her feet. He walked over to the comm. and called the bridge to check the status of the ship. “Cap’n. What happened…..Is the ship okay?” Trip yelled into the comm. over the crackling of the speaker. “We’re shaken, but okay…. How’s things down there.” Archer’s voice was almost relieved at his own statement. “We’re fine Cap’n…. What about the Klingons?” “There limping off at half impulse….. The blast was closer to them than to us.” Trip relaxed at hearing that. “Then I suggest we do the same Cap’n, at least until I have had a chance to look over the ship.” Over the intercom, Trip heard the captain order Mayweather to set coarse for the nearest system, 3/4impulse. Phlox turned the corner and started scanning the gathered masses in the hallway. He was pleased to see no injuries, but when it came to scanning the commanders, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed. “Commanders…. Were you exposed to anything while you were dealing with the object.” He asked running a similar scan on the Vulcan. “There was an explosion of yellow smoke when I removed the panel. We were both exposed.” T’Pol looked down at the yellow powder that covered both of them. The scanner beeped and buzzed running past their uniforms once more. “You both need to report to decon, immediately.” Phlox pointed in the direction of the decon chamber that was specially assigned to handle possible radiation exposure from the armaments. Trip walked up to the man, while T’Pol simply turned in the direction of the unit. “Decon….I’ve gotta see to the repairs to Enterprise…Doc.. I can’t be cooped up in decon, while this ship needs me.” Trip’s complaints fell on deaf ears. The doctor’s finger never left the air and T’Pol finally placed a hand on his arm to persuade him otherwise. Trip left with her, and Phlox close behind. They walked past their other crewmen, and headed straight for the small cubical at the end of the hallway. “Isolation Clean up protocol Alpha 2, no body goes into that armory without full environmental protection.” Trip yelled back over his shoulder at the tactical crew men and women. Entering decon, the door between the holding area and the scanners closed tightly. Phlox opened the portal and hollered in the usual orders. ”You know the routine Commanders…. Please remove your coverings and place them into the isolation recycler.” Trip looked at him still very upset that he wasn’t helping his crew. Instead he was locked up here getting checked out for some alien bug. He showed a less than happy face then turned in the direction of the hamper. He slipped out of his comfortable sweats. Trip turned back around, his physique showing nicely in his tight fitting briefs. He noticed the same of T’Pol, who by now had complied with the good doctor’s wishes. They stood there waiting for the initial scans to start. The hard lights of the chamber dimmed and the room became washed in the soft blue light of the decontamination ultraviolet lamps. The comm. on the wall came alive again with the good doctor’s voice. “I’m running the initial scans now. Please use the standard radiation gel in compartment A while I complete this first round.” Trip opened the compartment he was next too. He handed her one of the two cans of salve. He lifted the lid and began rubbing the soft greasy substance about his arms and chest. T’Pol remained silent, feeling his displeasure about being here. After a few moments he noticed her obvious silence and decided that his mood wasn’t fair to her. He turned to her and held out his hands, indicating his assistance for doing her back. T’Pol turned quietly, lifting her undershirt in the back to allow him access. Trip began softly rubbing the warmed salve on her skin. The sensation it caused intrigued his mind all the more. Memories of what they left this morning were once more playing through his mind. The engineer moved his hands along the top of her undies, sliding two long fingers across the tip of her bum. Next, he let his hands separate, running them about her hips and onto her abdomen. The Vulcan looked down, watching those same hands spread back and forth across her abdomen in soft slow passes. She felt his head rest on her shoulder, his breath brushing her skin. This sent soft shivers down her spine and reignited the same neuro pathways that were disrupted earlier. Now the Human’s hands came up to slip beneath her tank. The warm fingers brushed along the bottom aspect of her breasts, while all the time spreading the crucial ointment along her skin’s surface. His hands moved further upward cupping her soft orbs and playing gently across her peaks, now noticeably excited from the attention. T’Pol leaned her head back into his embrace, feeling his body now flush with hers. Her hands came back behind her to cup his ample bottom. She spread her fingers and allowed them to slide from the fabric of his briefs onto the warm sleek skin of his thighs. She urged them further, her fingers curling round the inner aspect of his thighs. Trip groaned feeling her touch and began kissing the nape of her neck, while his hands grew bolder with their captive audience. Finally unable to stop, Trip forced his mate’s arms into the air, running his back down along her torso and bringing the soft knit of the tank up and over her head. He threw it across the room, and spun her by the waist to face him. Quickly his face took up the job of his fingertips, the soft waxy build up of the salve greasing his chin and cheeks. This didn’t deter him, finding more pleasure in the slipperiness of the substance. T’Pol meanwhile brought her hands down to the soft blond strands, bringing his head harder against her flesh. She moaned and wriggled at the sensations his lips were drawing from deep within. Her mate wasn’t left out of those feelings either, now knowing anything that felt good to her, also felt good to him. He sensed the heat rising within her and hastened his efforts to elicit an even greater response. Suddenly, the Human came back up to meet her face. He grabbed her roughly at the hips and pushed her backward against the bulkhead. This both surprised and aroused the Vulcan, relaying to her mate that his actions pleased her greatly. Staring directly into her eyes, Trip slid his hands along her sides and removed her remaining garment. They hit the floor in slow motion, as the woman stepped out of them. She kicked them across the room to where her tank lay crumpled on the floor. Trip pulled her to him, his hands holding tightly to her bottom. He kissed her, softly at first, then gaining in intensity. T’Pol’s hands explored his back and bottom as well, her fingers finally slipping into the waist band of his BVDs. With a downward movement, she eased them toward the floor, feeling his manhood spring out and hit her lower abdomen at this motion. Their mouths grew hungrier, their hands groped wildly. T’Pol’s back was being smashed roughly against the cool smooth metal of the bulkhead, but this was not bothering either, as they kept up their pace. Then suddenly the groans and moans were cut by the sound of the good doctor’s voice on the comm.. “Commanders….are you all right… I am detecting an increasing heart rate and blood pressure in both of you. Also increasing endorphin levels, are you sure you are okay?” Trip’s eyes sprung open, although his mouth was still locked on an unfettered Vulcan’s. His hands stopped their practice, as an instant fear hit his mind squarely. Again the voice came over the comm.. “Commanders…. Are you able to answer?” The doctor was now past concerned and the young engineer knew what the possible outcome would be if he didn’t break free and answer the alien. But to his surprise…instead of heeding to the logic of the situation, his mate simply swung her fisted hand into the comm., busting the speaker in many pieces with a single blow. This stunned him so much, that now the Vulcan couldn’t miss his surprise. She drew back from him, eyes dark and features shaded. “It is not logical to disrupt our neuro pathways in such a fashion…. Especially, for a doctor.” She leaned back into him and was surprised to see him push her away. “Why’d ya do that…Now we can’t answer him and he’s gonna come in here.” Trip wasn’t criticizing, just pointing out that they were both a bit under dressed for the good doctor’s visit. Again, surprising him was the look on his mate's face, as she started to move from his arms and toward the door. He held her back, feeling the disapproval in her and knowing her mind was still too hazy to be thinking straight. There came noises from outside the room that indicated the Human was correct. He hitched up his briefs and pointed for T’Pol to retrieve her clothes and dress as well. If his feelings were right, there would be little time for her to do this before the other crew came into the room. He looked over his shoulder wondering what he might do to slow the progress of their invasion.  ************************************************************** Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsDang your awwfully mean to TNT TLR,,, gettin them all super hot an heavy an cuttin things off like that,, twice! LOL Thats just so wrong,,,,, Ya had better make it up to them an us in the next part. Cause Im not to happy bout things gettin cut off like that either. ;) But really great job,,,, I seriously can wait for the next part. loved it cant wait for more Coitus interruptis twice in one night, very cruel. I hope you make up for it in the next chapter. Yay! I've been waiting for this one...and you didn't dissapoint...well done! More please... ;) More please. That was HOT... Must go find husband now... :p That was also super cruel... but as a huge fan of angst, I don't really mind. [insert wicked laughter here] you are so cruel stopping this chapter here. Hey..my rule is 20 pages, I can't help where it falls, but you must admit it makes a nice cliffy....T Mmmm. Delicious suspense. Marvelous action sequences. But I could just see that scene in the decon chamber so vividly... and now I feel like I'm hanging at the edge of something waiting to fall off... heart pounding... rapid respiratory rate... wonder what the problem is? (You're so MEAN, TLR!) - : ) Heh. I'm interested to see how this one goes. I'm enjoying this series. I agree well done, but mean, mean and not just with us the readers but poor TnT...Keep writing please. you suck why would you do something like that!\ meany cant wait till tuesday Ahh, decon. How we love thee. Can't wait for the next chapter, these two aren't getting any breaks! :) Do you think this is fair ?? Thank you, I love it. It's coming guys. I am sorry for the delay, but it's the last week of school and I have 3 papers and a doozies of a power point to do. I hope to have it out by Sunday.....T |