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Guess We've Got a Lot of Work to Do - Part 3
Guess We’ve Got a Lot of Work To Do
Rated: R adult content…oh yeah.
August 30, 2005
Trip opened the compartment he was next too. He handed 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 them 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 widely. 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 is 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 mates 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.
T’Pol moved over to where her clothing lay on the floor. Her head was hazy and her thoughts irritated by the break in their intimacies. She pulled the item on rather slowly considering the threat the doctor’s entrance was posing. Trip watched her progress knowing he’d have to find a way to intervene if his mate was to get dressed again in time.
The engineer moved over to the door and ran his hand along the side panel. He found the latch that popped off the covering mechanism. Using the manual override, he held the lever out and kept the flow of electricity from reaching the triggering mechanism. The component sparked several times in his hand, with each press of the button from the other side. “Commander” He heard the muted sound of Phlox yelling through the door.
“Are you and T’Pol all right….There seems to be a malfunction in the door opening mechanism.” Phlox pushed against the outer surface of the door without result. Trip leaned back away from the panel as a couple more arching shocks came from the components.
“Hey Doc….we’re fine….Stop activating the mechanism and I’ll try the door using the manual opening device.” The engineer hoped that would buy them both a bit more time. He looked over to his mate, still negotiating her undergarments. He made her a frustrated face, when she peered up in his direction. T’Pol simply advanced her movements per his wishes. Once fully clad, Trip let go the mechanism and turned it into the manual position. He grabbed at the handle and yanked to large metal door along its track. It slid open slowly, allowing the entry of an environmentally clad doctor and two assistants.
T’Pol stood there and looked unshaken by the appearance of the three. Trip stepped back to stand beside her and also showed an innocent look at the puzzled alien.
“Are you both all right Commanders?” Phlox ran a hand scanner over them both. Other than a slightly elevated heart rate and blood pressure, there were no apparent problems. The two commanders simply remained unyielding. “We’re fine Doc….. What’s the problem?” Trip attempted his best innocent look.
“No problems I see, Commander. However I grew concerned when you didn’t respond…” Phlox’s words drifted off upon seeing the broken comm. panel on the nearby wall. His questioning look drew a nervous explanation from the young Human.
“I noticed that too, Doc… I was trying to fix it when you called in here.” Trip stepped in front of the panel to speak directly to the Denobulan, and also to try to hide the badly damaged unit from his scrutiny. Phlox craned his neck to notice what the young man was trying so hard to hide. He ran yet another scan of the two and found that all traces of the original alien radiation were gone. All bacterial and biotoxin scans showed negative as well. He hesitated a moment, wondering if there was some residual affect of the powder that was not being reported by the commanders, but when none of his hunches panned out, the doctor had no other choice but to them let go. He turned and left with his assistants. “Your scans are normal. You may dress and report back to duty.” The Denobulan added clunking clumsily in the bulky bio suits. He made his way through the cracked door, and within a few moments, was packing up his equipment, now out of the protective coverings.
Trip and T’Pol pulled a couple of jumpsuits from the storage bin and quickly slipped them on. The first officer assisted her mate at resetting the door’s automatic connections then watched as he grappled with putting the covering back over the control module. Once done, they both headed for engineering, but on the way, a message came from the captain, that T’Pol was to report back to her duty station on the bridge to help with the cleanup there. With that, a very hesitant Vulcan turned to her mate and relayed her disappointment at not being at his side. He nodded back and gave her a soft smile, before continuing on to the engine room.
After the rest of the shift in Engineering fixing what damage was cause by the Klingons, Trip was finally in his quarters. He plopped down on his bed, hot and sweaty from the hours of manual labor he’d just completed. In the back of his mind thoughts of T’Pol had played all day. The allure of her skin, the electricity of her touch served several times as a major distraction for the Human. But through all of it he managed to oversee the repairs although it cost him dinner and the chance to see his favorite Vulcan.
Lying there face down, Trip pulled the pillows and coverlet up into a ball and pretended it was her slight form in his arms. The smell of sweat and engine lubricant did little to imitate the scent of his beloved. After many moments of trying, the young Human decided a trip to the shower would be best. He moved across the room leaving the blankets and pillow in disarray where he laid.
The feel of the warm water was soothing, every muscle in his body ached. Trip quickly lathered up, paying special attention to his hair. The thick greasy substance that dripped on him in engineering, was now trailing slowly down his back. As he scrubbed the young man’s mind started to wonder, back to the decon chamber and too his beloved. She didn’t appear happy having to leave and return to duty. By now though it was so late, Trip was sure she’d turned in long ago. He stood under the stream of water and let his thoughts try to fill the void of her not being there. His breathing slowed as in his mind she came to him.
Her body strode up behind him, the long slender fingers of her hands slipping up and along the lean musculature of the human’s back. They eased up and along his shoulder blades then round his shoulders and arms. The feel of her warmth against his flesh was inviting. It brought back much of the arousal that he felt for his mate. Trip closed his eyes and allowed his senses to take in all the feelings coming through their bond. The Vulcan’s fingers met across the wide expanse of his chest, teasing his perked nipples with the slight hint of a nail. Her mouth came up to play soft sensations against his shoulder blades, sending shivers of delight down his spine. Trip could feel the roundness of her curvaceous body as it snuggled closer to take in his warmth. The silkiness of her skin was like satin brushing across his well defined buttocks and back.
Trip’s mind whirled with the sensation of his mate’s lips trailing kisses down his spinal cord. Her hands ran likewise along both sides of his chest, obliques and stopping at a very sensitive spot on his hips. She grabbed them firmly and pulled backward into her kisses, now trailing both sides of his bottom. Trip’s breath caught in his throat as his mind afforded him the view of his lover now worshiping his body the way he’d longed to do hers. He felt is arousal from this daydream grow harder and wondered if he could contain the inevitable explosion, so as not to wake his beloved from what he hoped would be a restful slumber. Deciding better, the Human’s mind was diverted by a sense of change he felt just beyond the glass walls of the shower stall. He opened the door to find his mate standing there, her beauty exposed for his eyes, and his alone.
T’Pol stood there naked, her curves and tight musculature a mesmerizing sight for her mate to behold. Trip swallowed hard, realizing that this was exactly what he’d longed for and now was about to have for his own. He motioned for the Vulcan to join him beneath the still warm water stream. She came to him without hesitation, moving into his arms and playing soft circles with the sparseness of hair on his chest. Her eyes were fixed upon him, heady and dark. Her mind reached out to his inviting him to explore whatever he wished.
Trip brought his arms about her body, One, lay against the ample curve of her bum, while the other engulfed her back and shoulders in its protective embrace. He watched as her hands explored him, playing first on his chest then outward towards his flank. His breath caught as they came back around and lightly brushed his manhood that now was trying desperately to separate them with its size and protruding nature. T’Pol moved back and allowed his flesh to take up a more comfortable position against the flat of his belly. She leaned in once more, running her body up and down against the part, enjoying the texture as it ran along her own flattened abs.
Trip’s hand came up and cupped the back of her head, turning it upward to face him. He then brushed his lips past hers, taking them in playfully a moment on the way to her very sensitive earlobe. The engineer heard a soft groan come from his beloved at their separation, and felt her pleasure at his reaching the unique point of her ear. Her body melted in his arms, and leaned heavily against him. Her hands came round and clasped onto the lower aspect of his buttocks, lifting upward and separating the cheeks slightly with her movement. This took the engineer’s breath away, as he broke his playful kisses and looked down at her. T’Pol’s head didn’t tilt upward, but her eyes did, giving her an even more determined appearance. He smiled back to her, his smirk being more mischievous than hers.
Trip turned his mate suddenly to face away from him. She startled at his abruptness, feeling the warm splash of water hitting her chest and abs now instead of her back. He wrapped his arms about her, his softly callused hands coming from her bottom, around and up her thighs. They brushed their way past her sensitive area, meeting at her abs. His fingertips played roughly about her plain then moved upward still, finally grasping the roundness of her bosoms. Trip squeezed his fingers about their fullness. The rough way he handled them sent shivers flying through the alien’s body. He bounced them vigorously, first pushing upward then dropping each in turn making T’Pol’s back arch all the more into his manhood. She threw her head back and rested it on his collar bone, her eyes closed and senses soaring from his touch. T’Pol eased her hands backward, pulling him into her body hard. Her hold on his fleshy bottom returned the shivers back into the Human. He ran a hand down her center and allowed it to slip into her warmth. This caused yet another round of shivers and groans from them both.
Trip's other hand lay hard against her breasts, crushing their fullness into her chest with substantial pressure. The hand that was playing with her moistness, fingers darting in and out of the folds, brought a growing weakness to the Vulcan's knees. They faltered sending the bulk of her weight into the Human's grasp. T'Pol tried to regain her stance, but the added pressure on her nub made her jerk once more. Trip could feel her weakness and knew his mate was in need of more support than the shower stall could afford.
Trip scooped her up and carried his mate from the warmth of the water to the cooler air of his main living area. He moved to the bed and eased her down on to the softness of the sheets. The trail of wetness it caused was visible as it led from the bath suite across the room. Trickles of dampness rained from them both, Trips' golden locks now plastered in disarray about his head.
The Human gingerly eased onto the surface of the bed beside her. T'Pol's arms came up instinctively to wrap about him. They kissed a long while, their lips playing a give and take game with each other. Interspaced between the nibbling, soft wisps of tongues peeked back and forth. The stimulation this caused sent Trip's mind into a whirl. He relished the feel of her skin against his. Even wet, its sleekness was intoxicating. The Vulcan's hands played lazy circles along the strong muscles of her mate's back. They occasionally pulled together to urge his closeness to her.
Trip could feel his already hard passion, aching for release but wanted this long awaited moment to last. Instead of forging on as his beloved would have desired, he pulled away and looked down into her smoke filled eyes. Through their bond he could sense her confusion and concern, but still retreated toward his plan. With a soft smile on his lips, he slipped down along the length of the bunk, allowing his hands to run along her torso, across the front of her thighs and down along her legs. He crouched onto the floor at her feet and lifted them gently in his hands.
Trip brought her left leg to his lips, kissing lightly the inner aspect of her calf. He then brought up the other and let his lips skim across its surface, working his way upward toward her knees. T'Pol's eyes closed as she leaned back into the now soaked bedding. An audible groan escaped the Vulcan's lips as her mate's tongue began to graze the upper segment of her thigh. His hands moved up behind her knees, lifting to open them, allowing him more access.
Trip felt the waves of excitement running from her to him as he crawled more onto the bed. The Human's teeth took small portions of thigh in, holding them lightly for a few seconds. This caused his mate's back to arch markedly. She let out an even louder groan, being overcome by the jolts of electric like sensations his efforts were causing. As his mouth continued playing back and forth, right to left, the Vulcan arched repeatedly. Her hunger for his was growing, waves of torrid emotions threatening her last vestiges of control. It momentarily frightened her, sending worried thoughts through their connection. This interrupted Trip's play, as he looked up from his vantage point once more. The view from his perspective showed her tensed face looking back at him across her equally flat abdomen. His expression warmed as reassuring thoughts reflected back to her. T'Pol eased, allowing her head to lay back. Her eyes closed as his thoughts became clearer in her mind.
Trip went back to his play, making his way along the last few inches of thigh. Her warmth now brushed across his face, sending even more passion to the urgency of his quest. After a brief pause, Trip dove in, running his ski sloped nose along the thin slit of her pubic curve. He inhaled her musky scent and found his mouth water at the thought of the touch of her tissues. Trip lowered his face once again, this time stopping mid glide to play with her lips. The mere touch of her flesh sent a cascade of arousal bolting back and forth between them. He lapped briefly at her folds and felt the electricity heighten. The skin of her thighs turned warm and goose fleshed. Her trembling grew harder now, totally out of control. Trip tightened his grip on the inside of her thighs and pushed them farther apart to enhance the sensation. A gasp escaped her open lips at this motion.
Trip ran yet another pass along her length, letting his tongue jut in and out with the upswing. It pressed momentarily against her sensual spot, as he moved to the anterior portion. Again T'Pol's body lurched forward, bending slightly at the hips, her shoulders off the bed and head thrown back in shear ecstasy. Trip quickened his pace, being sure to give more attention to her inner aspects. In kind, T'Pol's body began to rock, coming up and relaxing from the intensity of the sensations. Waves of pleasure attacked Trip's brain. They translated into prickling sensations that ran along his spine and out to his toes. The arousal he received from his mate made him heady, clouding his rational thought. Now, all planned play was over as he hungrily took her parts between his swollen flushed lips. He pressed his face into her flesh, raking it back and forth at a more intense pace. T'Pol's body quaked at the feelings which made the Human increase his pace. The Vulcan's hands went up over her head, grabbing hard into the mattress of the bunk. She yanked at it, lifting the large mass against the weight of their combined bodies on the bed.
Groaning, the female squirmed more violently, her hips knocking into her mates head and shoulders. Trip pressed more firmly, loosing his grip on one of her legs. It fell to the floor hard, and caused her body to fall back in a momentary reprieve. He took her leg up again, this time moving his hands down the outside of her thighs and around to her bottom. Trip lifted her buttocks into his motions, using the added pressure to send his mate further out of control. Finally totally out of control, T'Pol's leg caught her lover in the chest, sending him backward onto the cabin floor. He lay their a bit stunned, more so from the break in contact from his mate, then from the actual fall. Within moments, T'Pol came up from the bedding. With cat like precision, she pounced from the bunk and landed atop him, her knees skillfully planted to either side of his hips.
The Vulcan's face was dark and disturbing, Trip thought, although he couldn't sense why. She had a determination that he'd seen before, during their time in the expanse. It was the same look that she wore as she fought him to take the shuttle and go after Captain Archer at Azati Prime. From their bond though, Trip felt nothing but an overwhelming hunger on the part of his mate, a hunger that he was more than willing to satisfy, if she'd only allow him. Trip couldn't understand what he was feeling. Of course he was aroused by her, and desired to take her for his own, but there was something more. It was as though her life depended on their love making and it was all on him to keep her alive. This bothered him a bit, since it didn't make sense, but how much of this bond thing really made sense to him anyway. All Trip knew was that this time there would be no allowed interruptions, or else his beloved would come to harm.
T'Pol leaned down and kissed her mate, first very softly, then gaining ground with her pressure and style. Her mouth was hungry for his, tasting the remnants of her own desire, traces left their by his courtship of her need. Trip felt her pleasure at knowing his actions were solely from his desire to fulfill her needs. Again, this seemed to make their union better in some way, although the Human was at a loss to understand why. Then a sudden rush of arousal hit his brain. Any rational thought left his mind and his body went on automatic.
T'Pol eased back a bit, running her hands along his sides and down to where her thighs lay heavy on his pelvis. She played her fingers lightly across his hair, making the flesh of his abdomen jump in shear delight. They ran back again, causing a crisscross pattern below his navel. Now it was Trip's turn to moan, as his already hard manhood fought against the weight of her bottom. It raised and rubbed against her meaty flesh, urging the young woman to lean forward and take it in. But instead, she leaned forward, over the male, allowing her breast to hit him squarely in the face. Like a mad dog, Trip's instincts were to take the dangling orbs in, as his head shifted from side to side, trying to decide which one to attack first. Finally catching a nipple between his lips, he suckled twisting and pulling at the darkened flesh to add to the sensation. He felt his own tits tingle, understanding fully the pleasure his actions was affording her. Trip's hands came up and grabbed at their fullness, pushing the two together and widening his hold on them. T'Pol's head was up, her eyes were closed enjoying all the pleasure she was sending through to him.
Finally, Trip's hands moved down to her hips, pushing back and downward toward his aching manhood. His eyes shown the same need, hers had only moments ago and his mate was quick to respond. She settled down atop him, inching him inside slowly at first. She pushed downward, over his ampleness, continuing until her pelvis met his. His fullness in side her was electric, sending a sudden shutter up her spine. T'Pol rocked her hips side to side to be sure there was no more of him left uncovered. To this, her mate groaned and his head left the floor in response. T'Pol placed her hands on his abdomen urging his stillness beneath her. She eased forward slowly then pushed back along the same line. As her flesh met his, Trip once more groaned his approval. She rocked against him again and continued her motion. Slowly and steadily, the Vulcan created passionate feelings that played uncontrollably in his head. Trip's fingers dug deeply into the flesh of her hips. His arms tensed, pushing and pulling his mate onto his manhood at a more aggressive pace. She allowed this, adding to his motions with some of her own. Her speed increased, causing a bouncing motion. Her ample bosoms played before him, enticing his eyes to lock on them.
Their speed increased, the Vulcan's hips slapping hard against her mate's. T'Pol leaned her head backward her eyes closed concentrating heavily on their bond. The waves of pleasure ran through her body and out into his. She felt his desire growing more and more. Her pace was at maximum, and yet his release was not coming. Trip's face contorted from the pressure. He pulled harder at her body, wanting to attain that release he needed. Without warning, T'Pol wheeled to the left, pulling her mate with her. She rolled to her back, leaving him lying atop her. His manhood still planted deeply inside her, Trip reoriented himself to the new position quickly. He came to his knees, lifting his torso and began pumping with even more veracity. T'Pol's legs straightened, resting against her mate's shoulders, on either side of his head. She could feel him diving deep within, her muscles contracting from the force of the pleasure he generated.
Grunts and groans escaped the Human's lips with each forward thrust. Trip whimpered softly as the pressure grew to yet a higher level. T'Pol's hands went to his arms, bracing him even further against the intensity of his movements. Her fingers instinctively gripped tightly about his muscles. This sent a sharp sear through his mind, but didn't stop his frenzied pace. His mate's orgasm threatened to explode on him. The spasms of her interior muscles gripped tighter onto him. This translated into the release her mate needed. He exploded violently inside her, still thrusting with all his might. T'Pol relaxed her hold, drenching him with her own spasms. His name "Trip" escaped her lips, her shoulders lurching forward into him further. Trip fell forward, laying atop his mate in total exhaustion. His breathing was ragged, fast and gasping, sweat now dripping from his body onto hers.
One by one, T'Pol's legs slipped from his body. They eased down and lay adducted against the metal coolness of the deck plates. Trip swallowed hard, trying to get his breathing under control. His mind was washed, hazy and disoriented. The feelings he was getting through their bond were very similar and for a moment he wondered if it was T'Pol's mind that was so debilitated. He turned his head to face her, still heaving with every breath. His eyes searched her features to assure she was all right. When his mate's eyes opened and returned his loving glance, his concerns eased. He rolled onto his back pulling her with him. The feeling of cool steel on his back was a welcome shock from the heat of their passionate romp. His body was flushed and begging for rest. Rest for both wasn't too far behind, as only moments later, both Trip and T'Pol were fast asleep.
Shortly, Trip woke and forced his exhausted body to rise. He scooped his still sedate mate from the floor and laid her gently on the cot. Pulling the coverlet up, Trip crawled onto the bed beside her, nuzzling close and wrapping his arms about the Vulcan. Very shortly, he was once more at rest, peaceful and blissfully happy for the first time in his life. The erotic dreams that plagued his sleep these days, this time were silent, replaced only with the peace and harmony of life as a bonded male.
The next morning, Trip woke to find himself alone. His mate had vanished sometime during the night. He thought at first that their whole encounter had been a dream, but when he rose, Trip saw the stains of moisture that were on the shiny surface of the deck plates. He saw the trek of footsteps from the bathroom and the larger splash of stain that was exactly where they had tumbled off. Though not wet any longer, the evidence was there to prove his experience was more than a mere dream. Trip also noticed the mess he had on his body, from their intimacies. Nothing new, since his erotic dreams usually ended in his eruption, however this time a tinge of greenish hue mixed in the mess. It gave off a strangely familiar and alluring scent that reassured him, they had actually been together. Trip went into the bathroom to shower and change. Afterward he made his way to the mess hall hoping for some early morning coffee to clear his still hazy thoughts.
"Hey" Trip said coming up and pulling out the chair that was to her right. This put him facing the stars beside her. His smile was telltale and drawing much unwanted attention from the onlookers. The Vulcan merely nodded her head.
Trip leaned in further and lowered his voice. "Missed your leaving this morning…. You okay?" His movement and suspicious action again drew many more stares. This was not lost on the Vulcan, who merely returned his question. "I'm fine." Her tone was cool and much less dedicated than she had been to taking care of her mate the night before. A sick feeling started through the Human's soul. This moment strangely reminded him of the last time they had sexual relations. Her reaction to their intimacies was strange to say the least the last time, but he thought they'd worked those feelings through.
"Hey…you sure you're okay….I mean with us and all?" Trip once more wanted to talk about this and found her less than forthcoming with her feelings.
"I said I was fine….Is there anything else Commander?" Her reaction took him by surprise. Even more the use of that word brought back many of the hard feelings of the last few months. His face shown his change, tensing, tilting and his eyes squinting to try and see through her façade.
He stood to leave, pushing in the chair rather abruptly as he bid her good day. "Well see ya then….Sorry I bothered you." The chair hit up against the edge of the table alerting everyone in the room of his hasty departure. Again the Vulcan showed no more than a nod to his action. As he turned though to leave, Trip became aware of a strange voice in his head. It was her, there plain as day talking in a more friendly tone.
("May I suggest tonight we meet in my cabin. Your coming there is less suspicious than me coming to yours. Anyone seeing you would simply think you were coming for a session of Neuropressure. If you like we could engage in such behavior. There are many postures that couples can do that will assist in the mating process.") Her words in his brain were her usual even tone, but something about her presence in his mind, made a big difference. Trip's annoyed features softened and his southern charm took over. He suddenly realized why his mate had made such an abrupt change. He watched as she then turned back to the portal. She sipped her tea again. ("Say 8PM then… I will be off well before then.")
("6PM and I'm bringing dinner!") Trip concentrated and found his words easily entering in her brain.
("Agreed…till then.") Her back was too him, but it felt as though she was still in his arms. A large smirk came across the Human's face as he turned and exited to start his work shift.
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Nine of you have made comments
That was hot and I mean hot. By the way look I'm first. I'm also glad that your going to finish And Baby Makes 4
Wow. Umm, deep breaths? Oh, and I can't wait for more of "And Baby Makes 4"! Yay! :)
loved it cant wait for more
ya, very hot. Looking forward to the rest of this story.
Aw loved this and cant wait for the next installment of "And Baby Makes 4"!
But... but... this needs a sequel! :-)
Hot!!! And nice!!!
I really liked the bond "conversation" in the end. That makes such a hu-u-u-ge difference.
Great stuff, this will continue too???
just read the whole story so far. lol, your so mean to leave them hangen'! but very nice. cant wait for more.