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Honeymoon on Vulcan - Part 5

Author - TLR
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Honeymoon on Vulcan

By: TLR


Rated: R - adult content
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Pictures......

Summary: This story picks up right where part 4 ended. Trip and T'Pol, now Mr. & Mrs. Charles Tucker III legally, are whisking their way across land via ground transport to their Honeymoon cottage, while V'Lmir is helping a very happy Charles and Catherine Tucker, Jr. prepare for their first night alone with their grand child on Vulcan. Enjoy.......

And thanks again to Bucky for her help with my endless postings, and Myst for her assistance with and for letting me redo her pics from the site. "Most Kind."

June 25th, 2005

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Part 5

Catherine was humming to herself as she moved about the main living quarters picking up the stray glasses from the brief reception, after the marriage ceremony. She remembered the broad smile her son was trying to hide as he moved through his friends with T'Pol on his arm, so to speak. It was like a lifetime of waiting had come together today and left this family so joyfully happy, no one was immune from the festivities. Secretly even V'Lmir seemed to be less stiff and the older woman wondered if the Vulcan wasn't quietly happy for her friend of many years. As she thought this, V'Lmir entered the room.

"I've got this.....you must be exhausted." Catherine started coming up with the handful of soiled dishes she carried. "Everything was lovely...you did such a beautiful job today... Thank you for making my son & T'Pol's day so special." The Human bowed softly, knowing now, that to Vulcans this was the equivalent of a big southern hug.

"Most kind." She returned her bow with a lesser one in acceptance. "Before I leave you for this evening, I must return with one item. It will stay with you for your safety and also will help with the little girl." V'Lmir donned the hood of her rather ornate cloak and left for the outer garden area. Catherine was intrigued at what she could possibly be bringing back with her. The older woman moved with the dishes into the kitchen and deposited them into the dish recycler. After the cleanup was complete, she went to find a very sleepy Poppy, reading to a less than tired little Lizzie a bedtime story in hopes of getting her to go down at a reasonable hour tonight.

***

Across the desert plateau that was T'Pol's backyard...there stood in the distance, a mountain range.... Shi'Kov. This was the ancient site of the Kahs'wan ritual for many hundreds of generations. There, just on the outskirts, was a modest home of white sand stone and mortar. The light color of its surface blended in softly to the backdrop of sand and brown foothills that framed the jagged peaks just beyond. Trip watched as the rugged surfaces grew larger before him. His operation of the vehicle had improved from his initial attempt. However he still found the controls of the hover craft a bit touchy. At T'Pol's direction, he pulled it slowly up along side the east end of the home. They disembarked, Trip pulling out a small duffel from the back seat of the craft.

"This is nice." He started glancing over the smaller structure. "Your family's summer home?" He came up to stand beside T'Pol as she clearly stood there remembering past visits to this place.

"This was my father's ancestral home. There are no distinct seasons on Vulcan, so our coming here was not regulated by any changing weather patterns." Trip laughed at her technical explanation. He looked around once more and noticed there were no other houses in sight.

"Why so isolated?" He asked pointing around them at the desert.

"My father's family were nomadic......... my mother's were more academic in nature."

"Oh, so your daddy was a farm boy..... and Momma a city girl...... that's quite a combination. How'd they get along. Did they have a happy marriage?" Trip placed an arm about his wife's waist. He smiled softly at her, hoping her memories of this childhood place were pleasant ones.

"They shared a deep connection to one another." Her attention was now solely directed at him.

"Which means, ..... they were very happy." Trip's smile grew larger at her twist of terms.

"Yes...." She relented. Trip then handed her the duffel and bent to scoop T'Pol gently into his arms. She returned him a puzzled glance, searching his mind for any reason for this action.

(I'm carrying you over the threshold.) Trip leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon her cheek.

(But I am not injured.) Her reply showed she still didn't understand the meaning of this gesture.

"It's a human custom.... It insures good luck, .... okay?" Trip headed in the direction of the home as she continued to question his logic.

"But how does this..." he stopped her question with a deep passionate kiss. Her thoughts on the matter jumbled, T'Pol's mind returned to other priorities.

"It just does." Trip lifted the latch of the wooden door and it swung open freely. He stepped through carrying his beloved and took in the sights that would forever be his most favorite memories. The room was quaintly decorated, not in the same luxury that the main house was, but still a very homey environment. It was neat and functional with stone floors and the same non movable furnishings adorned with cushions. T'Pol's snaked her hands slowly about his neck and back. Her face, she drew to his and began returning his kisses with passionate ones of her own. The duffle fell to the floor, though neither noticed. Through their bond, Trip could feel all the heady sensations that had plagued his mate since yesterday evening. He began to see how intense they were and allowed her to release them upon him now. They pulled apart for air.

"You've been wanting to do that all day....haven't you?" Trip closed his eyes as her lips went to his neck and started igniting flames of immense intensity.

"Technically, for two days.... Have we begun our honeymoon yet?" she asked not knowing what Humans defined as the beginning of this ritual.

"Yeah..... Once we left the house....Why...you got plans for me?" He threw back his head as she started nibbling at his throat. A shiver of anticipation entered his brain and began working every nerve in his body.

"For us....." She whispered huskily not missing a beat of her ministrations.
She took his mouth again, this time exploring more of its interior with her playful tongue. This started a flood of warmth rushing to the young man's nether regions, and at this rate he knew they wouldn't make it to the bedroom.

"Where's the...." Trip started but lost his breath again to her hungry lips and groping hands. "OOHHH" he groaned as his legs grew weak under this onslaught. He carried her over to the nearest cushion and laid her down along its length. Her hands came up and began pulling at the thin linen material of his shirt, while his tried to stabilize her on the narrow surface.

"T'Pol...honey..." He tried again and lost his battle for speech. "Let's..."
Once more his mouth grew busy keeping hers satisfied. Her arms pulled him down upon her, his legs clumsily straddling the bench. Trip leaned into her frame, allowing his body to be in contact fully with hers. His legs grew weaker as she pulled at the back of his shirt, wrenching it from his broad shoulders and over his head. This motion broke the contact of their lips, but only briefly, as they searched frantically to reconnect. T'Pol pulled vigorously to free his last arm from the article, when Trip lost his balance and both went tumbling off the back of the cushion and onto the floor. The young engineer began to laugh, as his wife ended up atop him, urgently continuing her project. (At least now we are on a sturdy enough surface for this.) he thought, then turned his mind to getting the clothing off his mate's luscious body.

***

Back at the home, Catherine made one last pass through the house looking for stray party leftovers. She checked to see the back door was latched and secretly wished that V'Lmir would get back with what ever it was she was bringing to ensure their safety. The screeching noise just beyond the garden was loud and unsettling, and the older woman's hands shook just thinking about the large creature that was making that sound. Charles entered the room, looking about for the young Vulcan.

"V'Lmir left already?" He asked, not seeing her anywhere as he came up to his wife.

"Yes... a while ago...." Catherine looked through the open windows out into the patio.

"Darn....I wanted to tell her what a nice job she did. The refreshments...and the courtyard were beautiful. Oh well, I'll tell her tomorrow when I see her." He noticed his wife's mind a thousand feet away at the source of that sound.

"She'll be back....She's bringing something to help keep us safe and that will assist us in taking care of Lizzie. But I am getting worried about her...out there in the darkness with that screeching thing." Catherine craned her neck up to try and spot the source of that noise.

"Mother....It's okay.... we are safe in here...That Lanka'gar isn't getting anywhere near us." He came up and put his arm about her shoulders, pulling her into a warm hug. "And V'Lmir has lived here all her life....I'm sure she knows how to protect herself."

"That what?" Catherine asked, amazed that her husband knew anything of this world's dangers.

"Lanka'gar......It's a large predatory bird.....It comes out at night....T'Pol showed me one a few nights ago when I went with her to light the kettle." The older man smiled feeling very pleased that this trip was becoming a learning experience for him too. "Do you know if the kettle is lit now, ...... Maybe that's the reason the screeching is so loud."

"No....I saw V'Lmir light it before sunset. She's been gone so long.....I'm worried about her....... Maybe we should call and tell her to stay home tonight." Now the southern woman was feeling very protective of the same Vulcan, just 6 days ago she was uncomfortable around.

"Well I'd like to do that mother, but I don't know how to reach her. Trip only left me with instructions how to call Soval if we got into trouble. I guess he'd have the number, but it's late and these guys turn in awful early round here."

"I don't know..... I guess you are right... but I'd feel better knowing she was safe." Catherine started for the other room to check the back door again when her husband pulled her back into his arms.

"Don't worry.....she's a very bright young woman....She wouldn't be out side if it wasn't okay....We have to trust her." Charles planted a soft kiss upon her cheek and watched as a weak smile graced him back. He broadened the hug to help settle her nerves and decided to change the subject.

"You get the feeling T'Pol was spoiled as a child?" The older human patted softly at his wife's back.

"Spoiled....what gives you that impression?" Catherine was almost defensive of her new daughter in law.

"Well, I notice that she gets her way a lot with Trip..... But not without a fight." He chuckled softly remembering the discussion they had over who was gonna play godfather to their child.

"She's merely a voice of reason. You and I both know that Trip is a bit spoiled himself...I mean anything he wanted, he could get with just a bat of those beautiful blue eyes." Now it was Catherine's turn to tell tales on her son.

"Spoiled, Hell yeah....he's spoiled all right, but I get the impression so is she. I mean an only child...parents got money...wealth...well you know what I mean." Now Charles was resting his head atop hers.

"Yes, but Vulcans don't spoil their children....They seem to be very strict about controlling their emotions....about everything. I can't imagine that T'Pol got away with much of anything. Why do you ask?"

"It's just the way I see people treat her." Charles pulled away to look into his wife's face. "They treat her differently than they do V'Lmir....haven't you noticed. They bow deeper....they have top officials as guests at her wedding....I mean her godfather is the head Ambassador to Earth. Don't you think that's odd for the daughter of a teacher?"

"Not necessarily, Ambassador Soval was her father's acquaintance in the military...That's how he got to be her godfather.....and as for the way they treat her....she's a hero, just like our son....Their ship saved Earth, Vulcan, for all we know the entire universe from an alien invasion that would have wiped us all out. Why wouldn't they treat her with reverence?" Catherine took his hand and led him to the cushions just to their right.

"They don't treat Trip that way, or Jon....The Vulcans are beholden to them for their efforts, but when they address T'Pol...it's different....It's almost like they are talking to a dignitary at times. And how do you account for the fancy homes and clothes.....I don't see V'Lmir running around here in metallic shimmering outfits. Did you see what our son was wearing today? That suit had to have cost a pretty penny." Charles was like a dog with a bone.

"V'Lmir had on a very formal outfit today....Maybe she doesn't choose to dress like that every day as T'Pol does."

"She was wearing a fancy outfit cause T'Pol's family gave it to her in appreciation for her assistance with the family home." Charles again was attacking the subject.

"How do you know that?"

"Cause when I saw how lovely she looked, I commented on it and she told me that T'Pol's mother made her that gown and also provided her grandmother with the materials for both her and her little sister's ascension gowns. Apparently, T'Pol's family are very good employers." He rolled his eyes at that comment.

"They don't employ her....She works in exchange for her family's food............. and items it would seem." Catherine was now having a hard time disputing her husband's statements.

"Well if you ask me, I get the sense that there's more to the story. I wonder if Trip knows....?" The elder man was thinking his son was probably as out of the loop as they were.

"Who cares.....If she is someone important....It doesn't matter. What matters is that when they settle here for good, are we gonna be able to see them again." Now Catherine was letting her inner most fears out.

"Sure....anytime we want...." Charles said with a broad smile.

"Oh really," Catherine turned to him a bit miffed at his smirk. "How do you know that?"

"Cause we're Dvel'nahr..." He smile grew larger, very pleased with himself. She however was growing tired of his being the show off.

"And what does that mean.....?"

"We are Vulcans by choice......family..... When Trip married her that automatically made us one of them.......Isn't that neat..... Now they gotta get us here anytime we want.......All we gotta do is call." Charles leaned back expecting support and almost fell off the bench realizing there was none.

"And you know this because T'Pol told you?"

"Nope.....Soval....." He straightened himself and turned more in her direction.
"We got to talk'n one night aboard the T'Mir, bout how come they had to accommodate our needs. It seems that when Lizzie was born, we became extended family, but when Trip said his official I do's, we got the mother load......I mean we can't own property here, but anytime we wanna visit, it's the equivalent of one of their people calling up and asking for a ride home. They gotta respond. And all free of charge... again a little strange for just another Vulcan." It was clear her husband wasn't going to let this one go.

There came a rustling noise from the outside courtyard. Charles stood up and lent a hand to his wife to do the same. "See.....I told you she'd be okay."

Catherine rushed over to the door and opened it eager to get the young woman out of the night time air. What she saw dropped her jaw and weakened her knees almost immediately. She screamed loudly, slamming the door and totally unable to speak. Charles came up concerned and tried to pry his wife from the doorway. She leaned back against the wooden surface, refusing to move with all her might.

***

"Well that was fun...." Trip smirked as he rolled off his wife's body and pulled her with him to shield her skin from the coolness of the floor. "And that was only two days of pent up emotions....Glad we didn't let it go for a week." His hands came up and moved the stray strands of sweat drenched brown mane from her face.

T'Pol started once more planting soft kisses along his chest. Intermittently she would lay her ear to his skin and listen to the melodic sound his heart beating brought to her own. She was happy, truly happy for the first time in her life, not wondering if this was the right or wrong way to be. For she was taking care of her mate, and under that rule, most anything was allowed as long as it was done privately between them. This would be a welcome 3 days, even if her mind occasionally strayed back the few kilometers to the now sleeping little girl in her crib. The Vulcan had faith that the arrangements she set up with her attendant would insure the Humans' and her child's safety more than any security device of Malcolm's. Now she could relax, knowing her offspring and her new in laws were safe, sound and well guarded. This thought sparked another round of lust in her and she began taking it out on her husband of several hours.

She worked her way up his body with her lips, as her hands eased down to his thighs. Trip looked at her surprised that she was recharged and ready to go so quickly. "Don't we get a break at all between sessions?" He asked knowing his biology would take a bit more time than hers to recoup. She came up to look deeply into his eyes then he felt the flutter of his own privates and knew she was assisting him to keep up. Like a teenager, his manhood came back to a rock hard attention as the engineer was now realizing the further benefits of marrying a Vulcan.

"Never mind...." he muttered pulling her back to him, this time taking the lead and sending shivers up and down her skin. His hands smoothed their way over every inch of her back and bottom, slipping precariously into her folds and along the inner aspect of her thighs. He could feel her groan against his mouth and moreover could sense the waves of excited happiness that came through their bond, hitting him hard right between the eyes. His own mind grew heady, not wanting to make sense of this feeling. He just wanted to go with it, and that, he did.

Trip rolled her over once more, but this time he kneeled between her open legs. With his hands, he pulled her off the floor and settled her down atop him. The bouncing movement of her curves attracted his eyes, and he leaned forward to capture each in his mouth. His lips sent loving caresses through her sensitive skin, as his hands guided her hips into a slow and arousing rhythm. Now it was his turn to groan as he felt himself rising higher than the last time. T'Pol's hands captured his head crushing him to her, in appreciation for his skill. This only rewarded his own fantasies, as he opened his mouth wider to take more of her in. Moving between them, Trip buried his face into her warm skin and realized his boyhood dreams were now coming true, but in ways he'd never imagined they could.

They rocked slowly back and forth, as she used her feet against the nearby bench to give height to her thrusts. His hands grew more frantic, his fingers digging into the softness of her hips. He felt her well muscled body rubbing against his chest and his own nipples grew harder than he'd ever known they could. Every hair on his body stood at attention as the electricity of their passion ignited both their souls. Trip's mind was too far gone for thought, rational or not. All he wanted was to capture his mates rising need and quench her body's thirst for him. He picked up the pace, slamming her flesh harder to his. He appreciated her agility as her thrusts were enhanced by the pushing of her thighs. The room dissolved into a hazy red hue as the blood went rushing further from Trip's mind. He knew if release didn't come soon, he may pass out from all the joy his body was experiencing. Again he increased his desire for his mate and watched her respond with an equal desire of her own.

***


Charles stood in front of his wife trying once more to get her away from the door. She pushed against his attempts, gasping and murmuring in utter terror. "Oh my god.........Oh my god......" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her eyes to his.

"What is it...!" He demanded bringing her rational thought back to her.

"Oh my god...V'Lmir is out there with that thing.....We gotta help her!" The older woman turned to face the door now, not sure whether to open it and try to rescue the woman, or hold it closed, keeping her husband and grandbaby safe.

"What thing?" Charles finally used his considerable force and pushed her out of the way. He put his hand on the latch and looked into her terror struck eyes for courage to go out there. Catherine stepped behind him, deciding that she would go out and help defeat the monster that was now most probably killing the poor defenseless Vulcan. He swung the door open and saw the large white furry creature sitting calmly beside the young female. He gasped as well, seeing the long fangs and blood red eyes, as its attention turned instantly toward the sound.

V'Lmir motioned for the animal to remain seated, realizing now that her reappearance with it had shocked the older woman. She walked calmly up to the couple and waited for them to address her. Instead, Catherine grabbed at her sleeve and pulled her rather harshly behind her husband. The flood of emotions, the young Vulcan got from this contact was disturbing and she recoiled out of the Human's touch.

"You all right?" Charles asked backing toward the interior of the home. He saw the creature start to follow and spread his arms to encompass both his wife and the young girl. V'Lmir was puzzled wondering why the Humans were acting stranger than usual. She watched as the older male eased her back into the living area and tried to close the door before the large creature came in. Too late however, for it pushed its way through the door and went about pacing the room.

"Oh my god... Lizzie.." Catherine cried out as she saw the creature start for the west hallway of the house. She lunged forward and was stopped by her husband. Charles went over to one of the benches and tried to pick it up. To his dismay, he found it bolted to the floor.

"I need something.....some kinda weapon...." He saw it starting for the little girl's room. V'Lmir looked puzzled at him again.

"Why would you need a weapon....KaMute is only checking in on his charge. That is his duty....I assigned it to him this evening."

"Kamute.....what's that?" Charles started shooting her unsure stares all the while gauging the progress of the animal.

"Kamute is its name....He is our family's pet sehlat."

"Sehlat?" Now it was Catherine's turn to get an education.

"Yes...they are raised as family pets, their sole purpose is to guard the family especially the children and provide for their mental development. They are integral in helping a child wean from their parents' bond and learn to suppress their emotions. They also protect the house and grounds from predatory animals that would normally bring harm to the people of the home. T'Pol asked me to bring him to you, to help with Elizabeth." V'Lmir motioned for the large creature to come back and meet the Humans. As it came closer, she noticed the couple scootch back a bit, huddling into one another.

The young Vulcan ordered the sehlat to sit and he complied immediately. A soft growling sound and a very waggy tail indicated to Charles that this Vulcan was totally wrong about this animal's fitness for duty.

"He's growling......I think he doesn't like us."

"Growling?" V'Lmir was unsure what the man was referring too.

"That sound......on earth that's a growl and when animals do that, they are ready to attack, or really pissed at the very least." Charles clung close to his wife, pushing her back further behind him.

"That growling, you speak of is his way to convey happiness..... He is pleased to be of service and wishes to meet the child he is to guard. See his tail is moving....Sehlats only strike when they are quiet and their tails are still." V'Lmir ran a hand over its white fur and the sound grew louder. The Humans watched this and was surprised that he didn't take a bite out of her for good measure. Finally Charles worked up the courage to extend his own hand. When he did, Kamute sniffed at it softly, which worried the human all the more, then put his head down under the man's open palm waiting for the payback he would receive for his services. The fur was as soft as silk, as it slipped easily through his fingertips. The growling grew louder, and its eyes closed enjoying the feelings this human's touch was bringing. Catherine could hardly believe her eyes, watching this large animal being such a pussy cat.

"You said T'Pol asked you to bring him....How come she didn't tell us?" Catherine asked a valid question, one V'Lmir hope she wouldn't ask. She knew T'Pol's reasons, and also why her friend decided not to tell her mate about this decision.

"I got the impression that your son wouldn't have been too comfortable knowing Kamute was here. He is apparently still a bit squeamish around Kelmouth. But there are animals that roam the desert sands at night. They raid the gardens looking for food. It is too dangerous for you to go out and scare them away yourselves, but Kamute will do this for you. Domesticated sehlats are very friendly with their charges, but still have all the animal instincts of the wild variety." As she was explaining, there came the same loud screeching sound and Catherine jumped back in a start.

"That was close....Has the kettle gone out" she asked rising from her seated position and indicating to the sehlat to follow her.

"We don't know.....We decided to stay inside and not get attacked by that thing." Charles and Catherine followed them at a considerable distance.

"It sounds like it's in the garden." V'Lmir grabbed the torch lighter and opened the door. Out raced the creature. There was a scuffle that followed and as stated, there was no growling sounds. The screeching of the bird grew distant however and within minutes, the sehlat returned to the doorway and awaited for the young woman to accompany him out in to the garden. She followed him out with the torch lighter lit and made her way directly to the large kettle at the center of the garden. As suspected, it was extinguished and she reloaded the flammable material from a container at the far end of the crops. Once full, she lit it again and it came to life like the pictures of the antique Olympic flames that marked the start of world peace games in the 20th and 21st centuries.

Kamute paced the garden parameters again, walking and sniffing at every corner to insure that all intruders were out of the food supply. He returned to his owner's side and acknowledged that he'd completed his work, awaiting the obligatory stroking and empathic praises that followed.

"He's quite somethin." Charles swallowed hard at the thought of her leaving that thing with them.

"He is doing is job.....He knows no different." She stated plainly. "Now may I introduce him to the child so he may begin his guard of her?" This request didn't sit too well with Catherine, who stepped forward between the animal and the direction of the child's room.

"He seems like a fine animal, but I think we can look out for Elizabeth without his help. If you'd like to leave him here, that's okay.... He can sleep in the garden and do his job out here." Catherine liked the idea of keeping a locked door between this creature and her grandchild.

"Kamute sleeps in the house, as a member of the family. The nights on Vulcan get too cold for a domesticated sehlat. He would not have any shelter against the elements out here, especially if an electrical storm came." Now it was V'Lmir's turn to get a bit offended.

"Please don't take offense.... I know this animal is a cherished pet with your family. Maybe you should take him back with you. We do appreciate the gesture." Charles was trying his best not to insult the young woman's thoughtfulness.

"I promised T'Pol I would provide for your safety. I assure you that Kamute will protect you and your family with his life. I have instructed him to do so and he is eager to get started....Now may I introduce him to his charge?" She asked more forcefully and Charles was at a loss how to stop her. He nodded hesitantly, hoping that his new daughter in law wasn't wrong about this decision.

The sehlat made his way through the home like he owned it. It seemed strange to the male that it didn't even sniff the ground, yet knew that the first door on the right was Elizabeth's room. The Vulcan cracked the door and it ran inside. Charles and Catherine's heart stopped for the longest moment, as they watched the fur-laden creature come up and sniff through the bars of the crib. Its tail wagged and he growled gently, then laid down beside the bed. For a long moment, Kamute simply lay there watching the persons in the doorway, then he eased his head down on his paws and fell off to sleep, growling softly with every exhale, until it became like a faint purring sound.

"Well will ya look at that mother." Charles was absolutely dumbfounded. Catherine remained edgy and watched the creature intently, not wishing to walk with V'Lmir as she moved through the rooms toward the front door. Instead the older woman eased past the animal and sat down on the large bed in the middle of the room, keeping her eyes glued to the new addition to the home.

***

Once more, Trip rolled himself out flat onto the stony surface. He was now too exhausted to think, having spent the better part of the last 3 hrs being a boy toy to his wife's pent up frustrations. Complaining, though was the farthest thing from his mind. Actually he couldn't help but smile as he remembered the heightened passions the two were reaching just moments ago. He looked over at T'Pol who lay stretched out, her arms above her head and her legs arranged in a sexy but revealing fashion. Her body glowed in the dim orange lighting that filtered through the long slits that passed as windows in this room. Her eyes were closed, though she was far from sleep. Her mind hummed with a sweet peacefulness that was contagious and Trip couldn't help but join in on the relaxed serenity. He chuckled lazily as he remembered his wife's words to him last night about needing to fulfill his desires. Well from where he was sitting, Trip felt that more of those desires were hers....and she was just loathed to admit it. His chuckle drew a curious glance from his mate.

"What?"

"Nothing....I'm just incredibly happy and satisfied......How about you?" Trip turned a bit to face her, laying there on the floor. His eyes ran the length of her body and were rewarded with an equally long review from his spouse.

"I too am immensely contented....and satisfied I have fulfilled your desires."
This caused him to chuckle all the more.

"Your desires haven't been fulfilled?" She asked now turning toward him.

Of coarse they have. You satisfied mine and probably all of yours too, if I'm not mistaken." Again he couldn't believe that she wouldn't admit to having desires for him.

"Fulfilling your desires, are mine..." She insisted looking deadly serious about the topic.

"Oh and I suppose your laying me across that bench and taking me was one of my desires as well." Trip leaned back and looked at the stucco ceiling.

"Yes it was.... You wished for me to relinquish some of your responsibility for sex. You also dreamed of having a woman climb aboard and take you."

"Yeah....you've been reading too many Vulcan sex manuals..... I think I'd know if that was one of my fantasies." Trip didn't want to admit he was thinking about that very thing before she did it. It wasn't one of his fantasies per say, but thought it would be neat to try, since this honeymoon was taking on an extremely kinky turn.

"You were thinking of it....Doesn't that mean you desire it?" She asked solemnly.

"You read my mind?" Trip was now astonished. Even though he was talking to his wife, up till now, T'Pol had never crossed that line because she knew he didn't have the mental blocks to stop her.

"Only your desires....How am I to please you if I am unsure what you want?"
She looked at him and for the first time Trip realized that all this horse play was truly for his benefit. A sick feeling started to creep into his southern gentleman's soul.

"You mean you do what I think..... Is it what you want at least?" He asked not wanting to know the answer.

"Pleasing you and fulfilling your needs is what I want." Trip let out another sigh realizing he was right in his fears.

"Listen T'Pol......you're my wife, not my love slave.... Yes I want us to make love and be happy, but I by no means want you to do anything for any other reason, than because you want to. Furthermore...if there is anything that I may think about or do to you that makes you feel uncomfortable, then I want you to let me know immediately..... Our cultures are different.....very different....and I'm getting the strange feeling that in exchange for the protection the women receive from their mates here, the term property is more than just a term......but not in our marriage. We are equals....and as such you have the right to say no at any time......do you understand me...?"

T'Pol simply nodded. "But what if you desire me....am I allowed to fulfill your need?" She asked wanting to be sure of the rules her husband was setting for their household.

"If you want to fulfill my needs, that's great but if you don't feel like it or if it's not a good time, then you just have to let me know......I'll understand." Trip was being dead serious now and his mate could feel the weight of his concerns about the subject. "I promise I will do this." She stated then began easing her body the short distance to reach his. Trip relaxed, wanting now more than ever to just hold her to him. Their bodies were a sticky mess and the moment they touched, each could feel the difference.

"Does this place have a shower at least?" Trip asked knowing that that was truly one of her favorite topics. T'Pol looked in the direction of a short hallway off the edge of the main room. They both eased up and walked arm in arm in search of the warming pleasures of what Trip had coined, 'Vulcan water sports'.

After yet another half hour of wet fun, Trip finally found himself alone with a chance to rest. T'Pol was still moving around the bathroom, cleaning up the water splashed about in their adventures. He sat on the edge of the bed, in a Mediterranean blue room lit by only one sconce that hung on the wall beside him. Its soft light and the dimly lit shadows it caused against the deepness of the walls forced his rather excited soul to calm and mellow. He was truly happy and yet his mind kept going back to many things. It disturbed him, that this moment was the first time he thought of his little girl, now for sure asleep a few miles away. He wondered if that made him a bad father for not worrying more, but somehow he sensed no fear in his wife and he knew of anyone, she would know of the child's welfare. But mostly he thought of their conversation about her duty to please him. This concept, to Vulcans may be a common thing, but to humans it was nothing short of chauvinism, a trait of which Trip was vehemently opposed. He wanted his wife to love him and love to be with him because she wanted to, but how could he ever be sure with a Vulcan. A Vulcan who's sole purpose was to fulfill his every whim. This didn't sit too comfortably with the Human as he wrestled with it over and over again until he heard her coming into the room.

T'Pol entered from the bathroom wearing his favorite pair of pink lounging clothes. Even though the other colors were beautiful, the tones of reds against her skin made a warmer glow that accented her fiery brown eyes and rounded pouty lips. He felt her crawl up on the bedding behind him and start to activate the points on his back and shoulders that would help him get a restful night's sleep.

"You never did tell me what you all used this home for." Trip asked his eyes closed and mind falling into a gentle lull.

"I was brought here to study for my Kahs'wan. My father would take me up into the foothills and beyond to teach me how to survive in all the different terrains of the course." Through her touch, T'Pol felt the muscles in his back ease and his mind, melt away into a peaceful state.

"So you came here to go camp'n." Trip tried to translate...."Did your mother go too?" He wondered knowing T'Les didn't seem to be the outdoorsy type.

"No. Just my father and myself. Although my mother had to pass the Kahs'wan as well." T'Pol answered the smirk he generated through their bond. "It is a test for every Vulcan child....A right of passage from childhood into young adult."

"Well.... I'm glad Lizzie isn't fully Vulcan..... I don't know if I'd want her to be doing that." Trip was still absently lost in her touch.

"And what if she were lost in the desert, hurt and alone.... How would she survive, if she hasn't learned how?" T'Pol challenged his conception. Trip opened his eyes and look straight ahead. He knew she was right, but hated to have to say so.

"You gotta point... but didn't you ever come here for any other reason? I mean it's silly to own a home you came to only once.

"I came here for training however my parents would come here every 3.5 years or so." T'Pol wondered if Trip would get the hint.

"So they'd take mini vacations away from the kid.... how romantic for a Vulcan...I am surprised." He clearly didn't get it.

"It wasn't romance they came here for........." She waited for his mind to calculate the math. He still looked puzzled, so she decided to help him out.
"3.5 yrs plus 3.5 yrs ......." She waited still.

"What....that's 7 years.......that's 7 years...." he repeated now getting the gist of the conversation. "You mean this is where they'd go to for that.....Pon...." Trip started to rise off the sheets feeling like he'd caught his parents having sex.

"Yes...but that was many years ago....the bedding has been changed several times since then." T'Pol eased him back down with her fingertips.

"Wait...you said only every seven years... how come they came every 3.5?"

"Seven years for each of them. Luckily their cycles were exact opposites of each other which allowed plenty of recoup time between events." T'Pol once more found the spots on his back that were tensing up again.

"What....the men go through it too?" He asked his face crinkling. "If your parents were opposites, how'd they ever get pregnant with you?"

"Males do not need to be in Pon Farr to donate genetic material, however women must to ovulate, or vice versa. When a female goes through her time, it is understood by her mate he must attend to her needs. The same is true for the other way round."

"Yeah, but what if you're not in the mood to do this? I mean how do the guys pull it off if they're not...you know.?" Trip was starting to think this system of biology was a very illogical one.

"Vulcan physiology takes care of that. In a bond, what ever your mate is feeling sexually, then so do you. You fear that I am doing these things to please you against my own desires...... But in a bond... my desires are yours and yours are mine. There is no line anymore. We are one person, sharing the same feelings, and desires. Does it really matter who initiated the feelings if we are both having them?" T'Pol ran a loving hand along his shoulder blades and felt his fears ease back a bit.

"No....I guess not. I'm just glad you're my mate..... And I want to be the best husband to you I can possibly be." Trip closed his eyes and wondered just how lucky he could be marrying an incredible woman like T'Pol.

"I know you will be..... I am just pleased my first time will be with you... After my experience with Phlox, I feared I would start early and be forced to be tended to by Koss.... That would have been worse than the wedding." T'Pol stopped her movements to reflect back on how close she really came to having to have relations with her ex husband.

"It wouldn't have happened. If you started, I would have simply stepped up and took care of it.... gladly.... I wouldn't have let you go through that alone...Even if he was your husband.....You've always been mine.....and you'll never be anyone else's ever again." Trip's confidence was warm and inviting...but his possessiveness made their bond come alive with promise.

"I wasn't the only one in danger of going through Pon Farr.... Koss was several years older than I .... When I postponed our original wedding date, it made him dangerously close to his time. When we finally married, I knew bond or not, I would be obligated to get him through it should he start his cycle. I feared he might before he let me out of my commitment." T'Pol again shivered at the thought of forcing herself to be with another.

"You'd really have too?... Hey...on Earth it is your choice....No one can force you to do anything....especially that...." Trip put his hands on his hips. They rested against the top of his BVDs.

"Yes....but not fulfilling a Vulcan's Pon Farr needs will kill them... The stress of the pent up urges causes physiologic shock that eventually leads to death. I may not have had a connection with Koss, but I couldn't let him die, not even for our bond."

This surprised Trip....he didn't know about the outcome if he didn't fulfill her needs...moreover her admission that she would allow herself to be with that guy to keep him from dying was far more than he could handle. There was a slow smoldering anger growing at the thought of his mate with that Vulcan male. Trip turned around and shot her a glare over his shoulder.
"It's a moot point.......you're mine now!....." And with that, Trip ended the chapter on Koss permanently.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Yes I'm first. This was great, just great. I loved the sehlat and the interactions between Jr, Catherine, and V'Lmir. I'm also glad that this isn't over yet. lol

awsum I wanna know their reactions when they find out T'Pol isn
t just some vulcan

awsum I wanna know their reactions when they find out T'Pol isn
t just some vulcan

Eeeeeeeeexcellent (*steeples fingers and leans back in a Burns-esque manner*). This is great stuff, can't wait for more! :)

I'm enjoying this series but I do have one quibble; Charles Senior's constant use of the term 'mother' when speaking to his wife. That may have been common a couple of generations ago but it no longer is, and these stories take place in the future so the usage should be even more archaic.

Well Im not gona complain bout their honeymoon takin longer. Sooooooooo How close is Polly?? ;)

Cant wait to see how lizzy reacts to the sehlat.
Nother great chapie.

i loved it and cant wait for the next chapter

You've made my day ! Please, I need more.

never finish these fics! i won't allow it!

Thanks guys for the great feedback. I started back to school today for my next degree and am really stressing.... I could use all the TLC I can get. Wish me luck, and no it won't affect my ability to write so don't worry. I am a big multi tasker......Thanks again.....T

Actually, when writing the actual honeymoon part, I had so much fun, it ended up running long. In the meantime, Little Lizzie and family aren't going away. I have the outline to yet another wonderful series entitled "And Baby Makes 4" all made up and ready for production and I doctored a friend of mine kid's picture to be Lizzie age 2...pointed ears and all....You'll love it.

Actually, when writing the actual honeymoon part, I had so much fun, it ended up running long. In the meantime, Little Lizzie and family aren't going away. I have the outline to yet another wonderful series entitled "And Baby Makes 4" all made up and ready for production and I doctored a friend of mine kid's picture to be Lizzie age 2...pointed ears and all....You'll love it.

great story, and nice that you`re not stopping these series. i especially liked the sehlat, its really cool, i hope you`ll have some fun scenes with it, with charles and trip`s mom getting used to it and so on. can`t wait to read what happens when trip`s folks find out t`pol is sorta a princess, that`ll prove hilarious. i also hope v`lmir and trip`s folks will have a couple a more bumps into each other, i like the v`lmir character, perhaps you could give her a bigger "role"? also good how you kinda introduced sneak peeks into vulcan nature, with all the creatures and stuff. im wondering whether trip`ll get mad when he finds out the sehlat had been there the whole time he was away, while he said he didn`t want it to. im wondering, however, how you would be able to make pictures of the baby 2 years old, couldn`t be easy. anyway, TLR, great series, i`ll be waiting for the next story!

I haven't read the previous chapters...just started...but, now I'm going to read from the beginning.

Excellent!

OOOOHHH, look at CT's chest! Hot! Hair! I don't remember all that hair in the shower scene in Broken Bow. I like the hair!

This is turning into one *h* of a series! I got hooked as soon as you posted the first chapter and have been checking for updates every day just to be sure I don't miss any. I can't wait to see little Lizzie's reaction to the sehlat... [grins wickedly at the surprise of the grandparents at the speed she warms to him]
But anyway, good luck at school! Strange time to be starting, in my opinion, here in Holland school's just ended, I'm starting university in September.
Big admiration here at how you can find the time to write about 2 chapters a week, while I take 2 weeks to write a chapter! :D

Oh and klingonraider, if you read carefully, TLR doctored a pic of a kid who's already 2 years old to look Vulcan. No offence.

I'm getting my 3rd degree in nursing on line...through computer classes, so a new class starts every week. It's alot of work, and thank god I used to be a secretary in a previous life..lol Now if I can just get through 2 papers per week. Boy are my fingers tired and it's only day 2. Good luck on your upcoming schooling too Escadax...I hope you find it as exhausting as I am finding this. The picture I got from my friend fits the descriptions I have been writing to a tee. It was just a matter of moving her hair over a bit to give the illusion of pointed ears, and changing her brown eyes to a very vibrant blue. She's adorable and you'll fall in love with her instantly, but that's not till the end of the next series, so you've got a ways to go. Next series is looking to be a 5-7 parter based on the outline, so get ready for some good reading. But first I gotta get the last chapter of this one out on Friday........Thanks again for the feedback....T

hey TLR i just wanted to let you know that if you could please continue the story of Little Lizzie you write so well i love and have printed you stories please write more thank you look forward to next story friday thanks

Hello TLR, I just had to read the whole series again. I even started with Little Lizzie again, by the way I read "Baby Makes 4" and I loved that series too. I can't wait for Lizzie's terrible two's but hopefully we'll see a Little Lorian in that series or the series after that, lol. This is probably been one of the best series here at HoT and I can't wait to read more. Great job.

I was surprised when you said you read Baby makes 4 Lord Trek, since I haven't wrote it yet, but then I checked and saw Samantha Quinn did the same title in 2003. I may consider changing the title so that it won't confuse the readers, I haven't had a chance to read Samantha's version, but I have read her other of her works and she is quite a gifted author. I will have to ponder that thought and get back to ya on whether or not I'll change the title of the series.....T