Honeymoon on Vulcan - Part 6Honeymoon on Vulcan By: TLR June 28th 2005 This part picks up the morning after Part 5 left off. Yes I know I said part 5 was the last, but how was I to know the honeymoon would be the really fun part. Anyway, the newly weds are getting into the kinky part of their vacation. Kamute, V'Lmir's pet sehlat has moved in and already scared the crap out of the Tucker Jr.s and now Little Lizzie is about to find out she's got her own personal sehlat to play with.....Enjoy. Enterprise is the property of UPN and Paramount Pictures......Thanks again to Bucky, who by now is tired of my endless submissions, but is being a really good sport about it and to Myst who is probably wishing I'd never got that photo editor program in the first place. But seriously....I do appreciate all their hard work and they should be thanked for their dedication to the show, its fans and the continuation of a really wonderful dream....Thanks guys.......We appreciate you very much.........T ******************************************************************* Part 6
Charles was in a big field, standing in the tall grass looking for the stray dog that he could hear just beyond the rise in front of him. He strained his eyes against the early morning light, as the waist high weeds sway calmly in the hint of a breeze, on this hot Georgia day. The growling grew louder and the older male could have sworn he saw the top of the animal's head bobbing up and down in the meadow just beyond. "Gurrr....." Kamute attempted a bit louder to get the sleeping man's attention. The large creature was sitting at the side of his bed, its eyes level to Charles' as he lay with his head on the metallic blue pillow. The human's eyes fluttered open and got a quick fuzzy look at the animal so close and so overtly huge. He startled, pushing himself back into a soundly sleeping Catherine, knocking her off the other side of the bed. "Charles...!" she hollered thinking he was simply being very rambunctious in his sleep. But when she looked up and saw Kamute checking her out, she scrambled back onto the bed and huddled close to her husband. They pulled up the covers, as if they'd be any protection from the huge claws that adorned the creature's paws. "What's he want?" Catherine asked shakily..... "I don't know......probably wants to be let out...." Charles was equally shaken. "You gonna get up and let him out?" Her voice hadn't calmed down with that suggestion. "I wasn't planning too...." They both sat and stared at the large furry creature. Kamute went over to the crib and scratched at the legs. This reaction made Charles brave getting up. "Gurrr.....Gurrr......" and a squeal followed. Suddenly the brown curls of the little girl were visible over the top of the rails. She'd pulled herself up to a standing position, something she had yet to achieve without assistance. Grandpa didn't know whether to be pleased at her new trick or worried that she could get her hands out of the crib and touch the huge pet. Lizzie held on with one hand and reached through the bars with the other. Before Charles could get to her, she grabbed a big chunk of fur and began pulling and tugging back and forth on it. This sent fear through Grandma who expected the creature to turn and nip the child for hurting it. But instead, it closed its eyes and growled softly, acting like her touch was the softest, most gentle it had ever had. Both humans stood there amazed, as the big fuzzy teddy bear allowed the child full access to its head. "Do you believe that mother? That thing likes her pulling its hair." Charles scratched his head and turned to look at an equally puzzled Grandma. "I guess he didn't have to go out after all....He just wanted to let us know she was up." Catherine shook her head...."I'll make the coffee." Charles strode past the sehlat and picked up the little girl from her crib. He placed her on the bed and watched as she wriggled onto her stomach and tried to get down and play with her new friend. Kamute pushed her back into the center of the bed with his snout, knowing it would seem that, that is where her foreparent wanted her to be. It continued to block her every move, while Charles went over and retrieved her new diaper. "Gurrr....Gurrr....Gurrr...." Lizzie imitated the animal's sounds as she continued to play this rough housing game. The older male just shook his head and grinned, watching the creature keep up with this exuberant little terrorist. *** It was just dawn, when Trip opened his eyes. The room now glowed with a brighter shade of orange as the main sun of this planet was beginning to peak through the mountain range, a quarter of the way up in the sky. It would be hours before the second sun would appear and bring with it the blinding brightness that Trip had become accustom too. He looked over at his wife, sleeping soundly after yet another few rounds of need fulfillment. Her features were calm, calmer than he'd ever seen and he wondered if he was the cause for this new found peace, or was her becoming a mother more to credit. He had been noticing for a while now, that her priorities had changed. While before she was totally centered on her culture and being a good Vulcan....Now she was all about being a good mother and mate. Was this what she needed to fill the void left by her mother's death, or was it merely taking up so much of her time, she hadn't gotten around to thinking about her yet. T'Pol stirred in her sleep and her mate wondered if his thoughts were reaching through to her dreams. "Morning." She whispered very sleepy and even more contented. "Darn....I did wake you." Trip knew now he was gonna have to work on that. "No....I felt Elizabeth. She is up and playing..... She is very pleased with her circumstances." T'Pol knew the real reason the child wasn't giving her grandparents grief, but didn't want to mention it to her husband just yet. "You mean she hasn't been giving my parents hell yet.... No Ma....Ma......Ma......Ma...... I'm shocked.....!" Trip faked his best surprised act, knowing all to well his little girl was very, very happy. T'Pol rolled over and wrapped her arms about his neck. She buried her face into his skin and inhaled deeply the scent that once uneased her, but now attracted her. His smell was that of musk and machine oil, a strangely intoxicating combination, and now it was what she would wake to every morning for the rest of their lives together. She searched his emotions for any hint of need and found them strangely quiet. Hoping secretly to find something there, she concentrated on his body, stroking it gently in a manner she knew would arouse something in him. "You're trying to get me going again...." He shook a playful finger at her, having caught her in a true need of her own. "Well I purposely didn't think of my needs because today I want it to be all about yours.....Now let me see if I can get the hang of this....." Trip squinted his eyes playfully and looked directly into hers. He cocked his head, making it appear he was trying to hone in on her emotions. "I think I'm gettin' somethin'......yes I believe I'm gettin' somethin’........" He straightened and looked quite pleased at himself as he exclaimed. "I have it.....Your need is.....................breakfast....... You're very, very hungry, right..." It wasn't much of a feat, since he heard her stomach growling just a moment ago. T'Pol started to move from the bed when her husband stopped her. "Where are you going?" "You are hungry...I will prepare the morning meal." "No.....remember it's all about your needs......I'll fix breakfast." Trip pulled her close and kissed her softly. His thoughts wondered briefly to sex then straightened before she could pick up and run with that thought. "You will prepare..." She asked a bit wary what he would fix for them to eat. "Yes.....Well actually I am just gonna reheat some things V'Lmir made for us. As a favor, I asked her to prepare a bunch of meals so that you wouldn't have to cook on our honeymoon.....She showed me how to use the reprocessor and what settings to choose for each dish. She even marked them in English so I wouldn't feed you some dinner item for breakfast. You know, V'Lmir is really a very nice person....and seems like a good friend of yours.....I thought Vulcan's didn't have friendships like that..." Trip asked absently slipping his BVDs back on and going to the bureau for his pants. "Family attendants become like extended family. In some ways, she would be like my sister, if I had a sibling." T'Pol leaned up on one arm to watch him slipping into his clothes. Her thoughts were turning heady and wondered how she would get him to believe that these thoughts were his, so she could act upon them. Trip exited the room, turning to smile at her before he left. "You stay there, Mrs. Tucker....I'll be back in a jiff." *** Charles and Catherine were out in the garden, tending to the plants like seasoned pros. After a few horticulture lessons from V'Lmir, the Humans decided to help the woman out with her chores. She had been so nice to them, and it made both Catherine and Charles a bit uneasy that she always seemed to be waiting on them. The Tuckers never had a maid, so her being there now was a strange experience. But still, she had been so patient with the strange things these humans did. They both wondered just what she must think of them. "See this Poppa...I told you tying this plant up would help it get more sun." Catherine was pleased that the vegetation she held in her hands, now green and lush was just a week ago, yellowing and brown. "You're right old girl....you still got that green thumb of yours...." He came over and kissed her forehead, then decided to sneak a real one. Their lips met, showing all the deep passion they knew through the years, but in a more subtle manner, not the wild, unabated way they assumed their son and his wife were acting right now. It was quiet in the garden, secluded and peaceful ..... too peaceful. That thought hit them both at the same time and they parted. "Elizabeth....!" Catherine called out while Charles started pushing back the leaves of the plants to see if she was hiding anywhere close. "Elizabeth....!" He called out too, his stomach hitting the ground and churning hard at the thought of his grand daughter hurt and alone. "Elizabeth....!" Grandma started running around the garden area then went into the house for a cursory check, nothing... She ran back out into the garden and rejoined her husband's search. They got to the back of the crops and found the gate wide open.... "Oh my God....Elizabeth.....!" Catherine hollered and started to move out into the desert sands. Charles stopped her knowing there were dangers that awaited them just beyond the ridge. "I'm gonna go call Soval....You wait here...." He demanded of her and hesitated to get a response. She nodded, crying and staring out into the whiteness of the early morning heat. The human went to the comm and reread the instructions that his son had left. As he fumbled with the Vulcan symbols, he heard his wife holler for him and he came back to her in a run. Coming up beside his beloved, Charles looked out in the direction of her glance. There strolling back toward the house, was Kamute with a wriggling little Lizzie dangling from his mouth. The creature had a hold of her shirt, and the small child giggled and flailed at this game of catch me if you can. At first, the humans were frightened, thinking the animal would harm her with its play, but then when it came through the gate and gently set her down in front of her Poppy, they realized he was still being the loyal and protective guardian he'd been brought here to be. Catherine snatched up Elizabeth, tapping on her diaper clad bottom a couple of times to indicate her displeasure at being put through all that fear. She then looked down to the big fuzzy thing. Her eyes grew gentle, and suddenly she found the courage to reach down and stroke its head. "Thank you Kamute...You are a very good .....seh..lat.. Good sehlat..." She continued petting the creature and it stood very still allowing her to reward him. When she was through, the animal then went to the back gate and pawed at it several times..... It swung open, even though Charles had closed it behind the two. "Well I'll be...." Charles went over to examine the latch.... "Mother...this latch is bent....it doesn't catch right....that must be how she got outta here." The older man looked down at the animal. "How'd he know that?" "Sehlats are very bright creatures..." A voice came from the far end of the garden. It was V'Lmir coming to greet them for the mid morning. "And they know that Vulcan children can be quite curious." "Not to mention....little Houdinis." Charles added and showed her the gate latch. "Yes.... T'Pol kept her sehlat very busy as a child..... She bent that latch many years ago. Kelmouth was always retrieving her from the plateaus. Her mother, Lady T'Les used to call her the little wanderer. It didn't surprise her when T'Pol chose a career that took her out into space and away from her home planet." V'Lmir came up and greeted her family pet. He silently relayed to her the events of the morning. "So T'Pol was a little handful too....Now we know where Elizabeth gets it from..... You said her mother, Lady T'Les was it. Was she someone important?" Charles asked, back on his Sherlock Holmes routine. V'Lmir hesitated which gave the human a clue she was reluctant to answer this one. "Heads of households are often spoken of with reverence." "Oh, so your mom's name is Lady....?" Charles was getting better at this cat and mouse game. "My parent is named V'kira." She returned plainly then turned to go back into the house and begin her duties. Charles turned to his wife and smiled knowingly. (Yep....something is fishy here.....I can just smell it...) *** "Very good. V'Lmir always makes this very tasty." She offered and pushed her plate to the far side of the tray. "Hey..." Trip replied playing annoyed. "And you did a wonderful job of reheating it....my congratulations on mastering the reprocessor." She answered picking up her glass of blue green juice. "That's better....Well at least I made the Kasa juice myself. It isn't easy getting through that hard thick shell you know." Trip smiled, picking up and finishing the last of his own tangy glass. "Yes, learning to open the rind is one of the first things Vulcan children are taught when they start assisting in the kitchen, around the age of 5 yrs or so." Her tone was even and she kept her eyes on her juice, but T'Pol could feel through their bond, his eyes looking at her for that quip. "Gees. Thanks for the compliment." Trip watched as she placed her glass back on the tray between them. He waited and removed it from the bed when he was sure she was done. Walking back for the door, he looked over to see what his mate was planning for the day. He was shocked when T'Pol simply leaned back into the pillows and placed her hands behind her head. (My, aren't we being the lazy loafer today.... I think I've died and gone to heaven.) That thought won him a quick shot back from her, now totally relaxing in her special day. Trip left the room for the kitchen and placed the dishes into the recycler. He set the controls and started the appliance before returning through the main living quarters. The sun was higher now, and the second sun was already a third of the way up in the sky. It was gonna be a hot one, and Trip could already feel the beads of perspiration forming on his face and neck. When he entered the bedroom, he swiped his face with his hand. "Are you all right....Ashayam?" T'Pol could sense his discomfort. "Yeah....it's just hot as Vulcan in here." He replied trying to bring some levity to the situation. "This home was outfitted for a nomadic lifestyle. It has lessened environmental controls, so it will be hotter. Simply remove your clothes and you will feel relief more quickly." Trip looked at her with a large smirk. (Is there nothing you won't do to get me naked?) he thought and again saw her interpret his whimsy. "The air will cool the perspiration on your body, acting like a refrigeration unit. You will feel cooler because of the evaporation process." T'Pol tried to explain that her reasons weren't sexually motivated. "Well I don't see you gettin’ naked in here. How come you're not overcome by the heat?" Trip asked delighting in playing this game with her. "Because I grew up here....I was trained to tolerate the heat of the mid day desert sun. But if it would make you feel less self conscious." She started undoing the buttons of her pink lounging outfit and had the top off before he could stop her. "That's not necessary..." Trip started chuckling again at her ease at getting naked with him. "As appealing as spending all day naked with you is, I think I will adjust to the heat my own way." He handed her back the top she threw towards him on the bottom of the bed. "You know...there is an idea though.....that is if you wantta try it." Trip thought of a very sensual game. "Anything.... What is it?" T'Pol could feel his anticipation at the idea. "Well....on earth, husbands and wives often wear the same number of clothes to be fair... Many times, given their need for coverage, they actually share one outfit between them... Maybe we could try that. It would make things a lot cooler for both of us." He watched as she wondered what he was referring to. "Okay....." He realized he would have to talk her through it. "Take off your clothes..." He ordered and watched as she moved off the bed and stood before him. Without hesitation, she stripped off the items and remained unashamed at his eyes upon her. "Good....now here... put this on." He removed the soft tee shirt he wore and tossed it to her. As ordered she put it on over her head and let it fall to cover just the bare essentials. "There isn't that better?" he asked smirking that he'd now gotten her into his collegian sorority fantasy. "Now.... let's see if that's a good fit for you.... Hold your arms way up over your head and stretch upward as far as you can." T'Pol did as instructed, and as expected the bottom of the shirt lifted to her naval exposing all her sensitive spots below. Her head was back and breast stuck out, nipples pushing through the thin worn fabric. (God life is good!) Trip thought as he realized taking care of her needs today was gonna be more fun than his was yesterday. "Okay....good fit...you can put your arms down." He tossed her lounging outfit toward the clothes hamper and missed. Instead of going right over and picking it up, Trip lingered to see her reaction. As expected, the dutiful wife went over and bent at the waist to reclaim the items. As she did her full bottom and privates peered out from her shirt tails. "Yep...life is good." He murmured then went over to make love once more with his own personal Vulcan Barbie. *** Numerous times, Lizzie attempted to roll over onto her stomach to get down and play with her friend, only to be righted by either Gramma or Pop. She grunted her displeasure at being thwarted and continued to try to get her way. A very wriggly Elizabeth tolerated being dressed and diapered, and finally was released onto the floor, into her waiting charge. The sehlat sniffed her and began using his tongue to get a few stray droplets the human relatives missed. Lizzie grabbed onto the fur of its back and used his mane to right herself to a standing position. Charles and Catherine watched in amazement at her fast improving skill. "Hey will ya look at that?" The older male said and nudged his wife's arm as she began folding the used cloth items. "Yeah...she sure is progressing a lot since that sehlat arrived. Trip and T'Pol won't recognize her when they get back. Who knows, she might be starting college by then." Catherine's words were meant to be a joke, but a small part of her was still a bit uneasy with the size difference between baby and pet. Charles laughed fully knowing his wife's double meaning. "How did she get so dirty?" Catherine said examining the bath water. Its muddy brown appearance reflected fully the activities of the morning for the little girl. "Well playing in the garden didn't help, especially when she decided to repot half the tuberous vegetables. I think V'Lmir is still out there trying to save them." Charles came up and eased past his wife to follow the now mobile Lizzie and friend into the living area. The little girl held onto the side of the animal with both hands, just as she would with her father, and was now plodding back and forth inching her way down the hallway, as Kamute walked sideways to accommodate her need for forward movement. This little practice at walking continued through the living room and out onto the courtyard. Poppy gladly sat down on the cool stone bench, seeing as how the day was turning out to be a hot one. There came a knock on the outer gate and he rose to let the visitor in. It was Soval who stepped through the doorway and into the courtyard. He eased back the silvery hood of his cloak and bowed softly a casual greeting. "Good Morning." Soval looked around and saw Elizabeth interacting with V'Lmir's pet sehlat, Kamute. "I see the child has been introduced to a real sehlat. Is she getting along with it well?" The ambassador was making polite conversation, knowing full well by the emotions of the animal, they had become fast friends. "Well just isn't the word.....Try inseparable..... That thing even stays with her through diaper changes. You know, the really smelly kind.... Now if that's not devotion, I don't know what is." Charles had become quite at ease with this man, even daring to think of him as a close friend. Soval too, could see by this human's manners, where his son had picked up his characteristic easy going traits. "Have a seat." Charles offered as they both sat down on the bench across from the urn. The men watched as Lizzie played catch the tail with a relaxed Kamute. Occasionally the large creature would see another drop of wetness on the child and begin licking incessantly at it. Eventually liking the smell of his now clean charge, Kamute began grooming her hair, his large greenish tongue making long strokes over her fluffy brown curls, flattening them to her head once more. Charles saw that and knew if his wife came out here, she wouldn't like it so he corrected the big kitty. "Kamute.....stop that." The tone of his voice, more than the words made the animal realize he was in error and he relented. Lizzie grew tired, after her brisk morning activities. She leaned in and wrapped her arms about the big furry beast. Growling softly, imitating his own sound, the little girl let him know she was contented to stay with him as she crawled up onto the creature's back. Soval and Charles were talking over pleasantries outside, while Catherine and V'Lmir were doing the daily cleaning in the main room. Because of the desert sand and nightly breezes, a soft layer of dust would accumulate along the surfaces and floors more in the main area, then in any other room of the house. Catherine didn't want the young woman to have to clean the house by herself, so she mopped the floor, while the Vulcan ran a rag over the few uncluttered surfaces there were to dust. A faint scratching of claws on the stony surface and a brief flash of white streaking through the room towards the kitchen stopped Catherine in her tracks. She stood very still, staring in the direction of the last sighting. "Please tell me that wasn't what I thought it was?" She murmured as V'Lmir watched the changing emotions on the human's face. Again came another streak only this time slower, as the big animal trotted past her and toward the east wing hallway. On his back was a blob of pink, that upon closer look was the mop top little girl giggling and clinching tight about the creature's neck. Lizzie bounced up and down in time to the pet's stride and was loving every minute of it. When the dynamic duo returned from the east end of the house, Lizzie had started to shift a little from center and Catherine was worried she would fall. But before the older woman could pluck the child from her horsy, the big fuzz ball dropped to the floor, flat on its stomach and awaited the child's own attempt to get back to midline. Lizzie pushed herself up with both feet straddling the creature and once Kamute was happy with her position, they were off again, this time to the west wing. Soval and a very bewildered Poppy returned from the courtyard. "Honey....have you seen Elizabeth and Ka...?" His words were stopped at the sight of his little grandbaby getting a riding lesson. Catherine stood calmly perturbed at the fact her less than observant husband of many years, once again lost the baby while being such a good host. He turned to the Vulcans in the room. "Is that normal too?" "Yes." Soval started...."Kamute is helping her to achieve a better sense of balance. She is learning to recognize her inner center in preparation for walking. Although quite intelligent, Elizabeth is a bit behind other Vulcan children in this motor skill. I'm sure after some time with Kamute that will no longer be an issue." The humans in the room were dump founded. (Was there anything the parents had left to teach their children, or did they leave it all to the family pet?) they wondered collectively and continue to watch the child learn about proper balance and good horsemanship. *** After Lunch, this time cooperatively prepared by the couple, Trip helped her clean up the dishes. He walked over to the window slats and noticed the blinding bright light outside. "How do you all stand the brightness and the heat?" he asked knowing full well this would most probably be where they would settle down in the not too distant future. "We rest. After our noon meal, is the time for meditation and even a brief nap. When the second sun has past mid sky, then the temperature drops by at least 9 degrees Celsius making it more tolerable to be out doors. The brightness also dims by at least 500 candles per square inch." Trip looked around at that one, realizing the Vulcans need for specifics was far greater than any human could ever hope to be. "Well if it's a good time to be in bed, then I guess I don't want to go against my new culture." He retorted and scooped T'Pol up in a surprising motion. He carried her to the bedroom and deposited her down less than gingerly on the bed. "We've slept a lot today, so I'm not really tired. How about you?" He watched and saw her indicate similarly. "Good....how about a game?" Trip was once again using her trust and her eagerness to learn to his advantage. T'Pol nodded. "What is the name of this game?" she asked wanting to get all the nuances right. "It's called.........You're It." Trip hadn't been ready to put a name to this sexual tease, but knew he had to keep her distracted so he could keep control. "How do you play?" She asked totally unaware of the nature of his thoughts since she promised him earlier this morning to stop reading them for the rest of the day. "Well.... The first person says to the other......You're it.......then from that moment on, that person has to do what is asked of them....furthermore, they can't move out of any position, remaining like a manikin until the lead player says they can or moves their body for them. Only thing they can do is react.....you know autonomically.....understand?" T'Pol looked at him a bit strange, then slowly agreed. "Good." Trip started, "are you ready......one, two, three,....... You're it!" He hollered to a very bewildered wife who didn't know she had to participate after the number three. T'Pol lay their propped on her elbows looking puzzled at how she allowed him to out fox her on what appeared to be such a simple game. And yet the heady feelings she could sense coming from him made her realize that she wasn't going to be too upset about coming in second. Trip came over to the bed and sat down along side her. He used his hands on her arms to raise her to a sitting position. T'Pol allowed this since she thought the whole purpose of the game was for her to be pliable to his whims. Once she was righted, Trip moved her hands over her head and looked deeply into her eyes as if to say stay..... then tugged gently at the sides of her shirt until it slipped out from under her backside. He eased it off over her head and tossed it to the floor. Trip stood then, easing her back onto the bed, her hands still above her head. He ran a hand over her eyes indicating he wanted them closed. She complied, feeling the ever rising anticipation from her mate. It thrilled her, in a way that the unknown had never done before. She felt her breath catching in her throat and she fought to keep her respirations under control. There was a rustling just beyond the bed and another sound of clothing hitting the floor. A warm steamy breeze crossed her body as she heard the soft steps of bare feet on stone coming towards her. T'Pol could feel his hands on her ankles as they parted her legs a bit more to allow him access. She shivered as she felt his knees brushing against the sides of her calves, working their way higher. Then there came a soft brush of warm breath crossing along her thighs, her abdomen and her naval, while her arms felt his fingers brushing their outside as he braced himself against the bed. The breath came up slowly over her breasts and hovered there, while a distinct change in temperature was being noted by her skin, indicating her beloved's body was very, very close to hers. Trip was like a cat crawling slowly up and along her body, making sure to stay just as close, but not touching as possible. As he eased past her breastbone, he allowed only one part of him to brush past her most sensitive areas. His manhood, now almost fully activated, made its way slowly up her inner thigh, meeting her soft hairless folds and playing a moment, before continuing up and along her lower abdomen. She gasped weakly, still trying to control her reactions per the game's instructions, as Trip's lips went to her ear. His warm breath excited her, and her body wouldn't heed her control. Goosebumps covered every inch of her skin, accenting the excitement her nipples were indicating. "It's okay for you to respond.....Just don't help." His whisper was followed by a quick tongue flick to the point of her ear. As he did this, Trip made rocking motions that brought his difference back into play with hers. She gasped louder as the sensations from this simple act drove her control to a higher level than she'd ever known. Then Trip's lips took in her lobe and sucked it gently eliciting yet another round of hyperventilation on her part. They then traveled downward heating and moistening her neck on both sides to her throat. More shivers and sighs were heard coming from the very disciplined Vulcan as she kept to her promise to play the game correctly. Trip veered to the left and began encircling the base of her curves. His lips traveling round and round working their way to center, creating a mad and frantic electric flow in the young woman's brain. She wanted to lash out and take him immediately, but understood this game to be about control now, and didn't want to appear weakened by her time with Humans. The right side received the same maddening treatment before Trip's journey took him to the more flattened plateaus of his mate's body. He could feel her quivering, knew in his mind she was going insane by this slow and tortuous pace, but also he felt the heightened peaks of pleasure she was receiving and didn't want to end it too quickly. Trip eased south, reaching the lower aspects of her abdomen. His mind grew hazy just longing to touch her and make her respond to him. Although they'd been engaging in sexual relations for a while now, Trip had always kept certain aspects out of their lovemaking figuring that a very proper Vulcan wouldn't engage in those types of things. But their honeymoon had given him the courage to broach the subject and now he wanted bravely to go where he knew no man had gone before. As his usual, Trip eased to the right and began exciting the skin on her thighs. He felt the relaxed pleasure and knew what he was about to do might disrupt this passionate moment, but felt confident in his bond with her now, that if she found any offense in it, he'd know. This time working up the thigh again, he veered inward and lost contact with the skin just before her pelvis. There was an excited startle on his beloved's part, but no outrage or self consciousness, so he decided to test the waters further. He used his breath to once again brush past the sensitive spots and felt a definite reaction, in that all the muscles in her lower abdomen tensed up. T'Pol swallowed the lump that had caught in her throat as she was unable now to control the shivering at all. Trip too, could feel the waves of pleasure she was experiencing and it urged him forward with a brighter shade of confidence. He laid a soft kiss upon her skin, hitting the entrance of her femaleness and sending her mind reeling with desires. He smiled, knowing this one she couldn't pawn off on him. He took the tip of his crooked nose and ran it along the seam ending with yet another kiss to her sensitiveness. This time she arched, gasping a low and guttural moan. This made the young man smile even more, feeling now that this wasn't such a taboo thing after all to them. He brought his hands up to support the inside of her thighs. They pushed upward and out, opening her up to him fully. He allowed his tongue to start randomly teasing her tissues, all the while discovering the slight differences in anatomy between a Human and Vulcan female. He felt her hips start to shift and could feel a growing restlessness at the gingerness of his touch, so he applied more pressure, dipping his face into her skin and sending sharp bolts of excitement back between them. This simply magnified his headiness, sending impulses to his brain that took control of the event. No longer was it about satisfying her, but now it was out of animal instinct, he attacked her need and started tending to it fiercely. Trip began thrashing his head, while still planted very firmly on her controls, making it impossible for T'Pol to remain still. Her heels dug into the bed and hips began to rise, meeting him with an even greater pressure. Trip's hands eased up to her hips and around her bottom, forcing her harder to him. He nibbled on her like a starving dog, taking in every inch and going back for seconds. He heard her gasping, the moans coming with every breath. Her breathing was ragged and he could feel her overwhelming need to quit this game and simply end it her way. But that wasn't to happen, for as he felt her reaching her peak, Trip stopped his lip service. Her hips waved in the air, searching madly for their release. He moved his hands back up and pushed them gently back into the bed. Trip got up shakily, his needs now causing his own stability to falter. He stepped up and along side the bed, keeping out of range of her skin's senses. T'Pol wondered why his actions stopped before their release and thought a moment to end the game and see to her husband. She debated reading his thoughts to determine if her actions in getting into his manipulations hadn't repulsed him. But she had promised she wouldn't do that, and also promised to respond based on the rules of the game. Her control damn near gone, and body shaking with need, T'Pol wondered how long she should wait before she broke her promise and checked on her mate. It wasn't too long before she could feel a light touch upon her chest that let her know he hadn't finished making his move. Trip placed his hands upon her breasts, cupping them gently. He squeezed them, letting his thumb tease the nipple all the while supporting the fullness in his hands. He then ran those hands along her sides, as he moved to the bottom of the bed. When they reached her hips, they clasped on tightly and moved around more to envelope more of her soft buttocks. With a quick and not so gentle motion, Trip ripped her down along the satin sheets, dragging her head and arms toward the middle length of the bed. Her hips stopped just at the edge, and he reached over to the tangled up bedspread, pushing it beneath her for support. Then he raised her legs to lie vertically along his chest, her feet sticking up on either side of his head. Bending at the knees slightly, Trip eased forward, entering her as slowly as his own desire would allow. He pushed further, until his sparse patches of blond curls tickled her baby bare skin. Again a guttural moan, but this time from Trip as he moved his hips back to slide almost totally out of her. He eased forward again, hearing her breathing sharpen and feeling her body thrash from the force of her excitement. He started forward again, meeting her hips with his in a firmer motion that gave him total satisfaction. This time however, he ended his forward motion with a bit of a wiggle that made her body convulse. (Ah....there it is. I knew it was around here somewhere.) Trip thought keeping that same motion with every forward movement. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as the waves of arousal hit him squarely in the face. He knew this feeling, experienced it every time he and T'Pol had made love, but this time her reactions were so heightened, that he felt his brain super heating like a warp reactor. Core breach was imminent for both of them if he didn't get her released and soon. The rate of his movements increased, as his thrusts took on a more intense rhythm. Their forcefulness, caused her head and arms to be pushed up and back along the sheets, and the slapping sound was audible as their bodies collided over and over again. He felt her rising higher and wanted nothing more than to push her over the edge. Not believing he could, Trip advanced the pace, using pressures that he knew would have hurt the average human female, and yet from T'Pol he felt nothing but enjoyment. T'Pol's legs slipped from his shoulders and lay curved over his strong muscular arms. Her grasp upon him had tightened gradually throughout this lovemaking, but as she hit once more the peak of her release, her muscles clamped down hard upon him, sending an overwhelming feedback of sensation to his manhood. "Oh god." The growl came low and from the deepest part of his stomach. Trip's mind started to black out as he too exploded his desires into an equally spent T'Pol. He leaned to the left, as he felt his body falling forward, knowing he would injure her if he didn't do something. He landed to her side, dropping her legs and going totally unconscious upon hitting the bedding. T'Pol as well had passed out cold from the vigorousness of their lovemaking. They rested there, half on and half off the bed for at least 20 minutes, neither having the ability to change anything about their circumstances. ******************************************************************* ******************************************************************* It would be more than an hour before either of them would regain consciousness fully. Somehow, they had managed to move to the top of the bed and fall asleep once more in each other's arms, but to Trip's recollection, he didn't know how or when. His eyes opened slowly to a very awake T'Pol looking at him intently. He smiled, remembering the heights of passion from just a while ago then his contentment turned to worry as he wondered why she seemed so serious. (What if she really wasn't okay with the oral sex, and was just tending to my needs. Was she okay, and how would I know if I insulted her with it?) Trip's mind started to second guess all the confidence he had earlier. "You okay?" he asked forcing a soft smile on his face to hide his doubts. *** Catherine circled through the home once again looking for Elizabeth. She met Charles and Soval in the courtyard and stopped to ask if they'd seen the precocious little scamp. "Hey have either of you seen that little munchkin...She got away from me again." Catherine stood looking quite perturbed with her hands on her hips. "No....she hasn't been out here. Have you checked with Kamute?" Charles seemed so calm about this subject now, it impressed even Soval. "I can't find him either....Where's V'Lmir?" "I think she said she was returning home to study for a few hours today." Charles again wasn't too upset. A quick flash of white followed by a resounding giggle let the group know the whereabouts of the child in question. Lizzie, still atop her steed, bounced happily around the courtyard as Kamute made two complete circles of the adults then went back into the house. "There she goes......Need anything else, hun?" Catherine returned him a less than pleased smirk then turned on her heels and started after the wayward twosome. Charles and Soval went back to talking for a moment then decided to go into the dwelling and give the human female a hand with the rather rambunctious one year old. Shortly after they left the courtyard, the outer gate swung open and in stepped Trip and T'Pol. Trip carried the same small duffle they left with as T'Pol entered into the empty area first. "Hey, looks like no one's home." Trip started knowing full well they were. He came up and dropped the bag beside his wife's feet. He took her into his arms, knowing this would be the only time till tonight he would be alone with her. Kissing her softly, Trip ran his hands up and down her back bringing back wonderful memories of the past three days together. It wasn't until Charles and Soval returned through the doorway, did they shift apart in a somewhat flustered manner. "Whoops....I guess they think the honeymoon is still going on." Charles joked as Soval turned a slightly bemused glance to the floor out of respect for their privacy. "Hey Pop...Soval...Boy did we miss ya." Trip came up to hug his father then turned a slight bow to his friend. "Sure didn't look that way, boy." The senior Tucker joked again about the way he found his children. Trip blushed at his double meaning. Catherine entered the yard and smiled gleefully at the sight of the newlyweds. "Hey, you two." She ran up and grabbed T'Pol first, then saved the bigger bear hug for her son. "Mom..." Trip leaned down to get a good grip on her. He pulled away and noted something missing. "Where's Lizzie?" he asked. "She's in the house." The elder woman replied absently straightening the stray hairs on her son's head. "With V'Lmir?" he asked now wondering why no one was aware of her location. "No, V'Lmir went home to study for a few hours." Again his mom was too lost in checking out her middle child. "She's alone in the house?" he corrected her. "No...She's with Kamute..." a soft scratching of nails on the stone and a familiar giggling sound stopped Catherine's explanation. Out the open door streaked Kamute with the little child clinging tightly to his mane. She buried her face into its neck, her little legs straddling its moderate frame. The creature again made a quick round about the adults and went back into the home. Trip stepped after them then stopped, looking back at his wife. "I thought we discussed this....I wasn't too pleased to sit and watch her play with Kelmouth, and that was just a figment of your memory, in your head. But this is a living breathing animal....What if he gets mad at her? He'll tear her to shreds with those claws of his." Trip totally forgot about the other people around them. T'Pol turned her gaze to the floor, defenseless because of her deception. "He wouldn't do that son....Kamute is very gentle with her." Catherine came to the young woman's defense. "Mom this is between T'Pol and me." Trip retorted. "Really son...your mom is right. That over stuffed pussy cat has been a god send. He's kept track of her, even found her in the desert when she slipped out the back gate. Believe me, I thought the same thing you did, but its just not so. He loves her to death." Charles really knew what his son was going through. "Dad...I know what Elizabeth does with a sehlat....with Kelmouth, she's always yanking his fur. But that sehlat is not real, this one is and won't like it." Trip started for the house and Catherine stopped him. "Honey...Kamute loves it when she pulls his fur...He purrs like a kitten when she does. Well, I mean he growls like a....." Trip was pissed and wasn't hearing it. He started again in the direction of the door and was stopped this time by the sight of his child standing beside the creature, holding onto his fur for stability. "Hey honey." He started to ease toward the duo when he saw the beast step forward. Trip froze fearing his daughter would fall since she was only holding on with one hand. Da....Da....Da.....Da.....Da...." Elizabeth was firing off her favorite word. As she did, Kamute started moving once more toward the group. Lizzie began tottering forward as well her right hand on the creature's mane and left held out balancing herself in the air. The sight of this stopped the hearts of the humans in the group. "She's walking." Trip whispered in amazement. "Will ya look at that, mother." Charles was equally impressed. The two continued forward until they came within two feet of the blond engineer. Then without warning the big fur ball stopped and the little girl continued on by herself the final few steps. "Da....Da....Da.....Da....." She grinned at him a huge toothy grin and was scooped up happily by her very emotional father. "Lizzie...sweetheart...you walked." He replied gleefully, hugging her close and planting kisses all over her soft brown curls. Trip looked back at the animal now sitting peacefully before them. Then Trip's gaze fell on T'Pol, who was still not meeting his eyes out of guilt. "Well Ambassador...I guess you were right...All she needed was a little while with the sehlat to get her balance." Charles smiled appreciatively to the Vulcan. "What do you mean?" Trip asked examining his child for scrapes and bites. There were none. "Soval was telling us Vulcan children need to learn their sense of balance riding those big fuzzy things. Based on the facts, he was right. Two seconds after that thing started working with her, she was standing on her own. He even walked her through the house...two handed mind you" The senior Tucker began to chuckle. "I'll be darned if these things don't come in mighty handy. You think they'd do well on Earth?" The older man turned to Catherine. "You know Jimmie's youngest is a bit of a klutz." He smiled and was rewarded with a playful bop on the head. "Why don't we all go in and get something cool to drink.....Ambassador......" Catherine suggested, realizing the newlyweds had issues to talk through. She reached down and petted Kamute on the head. "Come on boy, I'll get you a big bowl of water." The fuzz ball jumped to his feet and followed the gentle southern woman into the dwelling, accompanied by Charles and Soval. Trip and T'Pol remained alone on the patio with their very pleased daughter. She leaned into her daddy and planted one after another opened mouth slobber filled kisses. She then wrapped her arms tightly about his neck and squeezed. The love and happiness that flooded his mind melted his heart realizing his child was freer in some way. Now she had a friend she could trust to protect her and she knew it. He looked over at T'Pol, who still kept her eyes to the ground. "Wantta tell me what's going on here?" he asked feeling less angry and more puzzled by her deception. "Did this sehlat really teach Lizzie how to walk?" "Yes"...T'Pol's voice was just above a whisper. "Elizabeth's part Human and part Vulcan...She will develop her different traits at variable rates. Some of those traits will be Vulcan. They'll need to be taught to her in our way." "How the hell is riding a sehlat teaching her to walk?" Trip was still frustrated and saw Lizzie now reaching to go to her mom. T'Pol accepted her child and felt the hugs to be a wonderful change from the disapproval she was getting from her husband. "Trip...Vulcans have a lot more senses than humans, and they are heightened beyond your ability to comprehend." She started and saw the less than understanding look on his face. "Yeah...so you've told me, but remember I'm in your head...I know what goes on there...it's not all that different." "Trip, I don't give you access to all of my mind....and even if I did, my controls wouldn't let you feel what I feel, not fully." Her explanation wasn't getting through his stubbornness. T'Pol took a deep breath and allowed her controls to drop a moment. She reached over and placed her hand softly on his arm. Suddenly Trip's mind was filled with layers upon layers of sound, voices, beeps and buzzes....animal sounds, white noise all crashing around in his skull, making him incredibly dizzy and even a bit nauseous. His head dipped and eyes squinted at the volume of the noise she allowed him to experience then within an instant, it was gone and all was quiet again. "What the hell was that?" he asked his head still throbbing from the demo. "That was my mind....and that was on a planet where everyone controls their thoughts to keep from imposing on others. Imagine what it's like on a star ship full of humans." He looked at her sympathetically. "Does that go on in her mind too?" Trip glanced to his peaceful daughter still buried in her mother's neck, sucking her thumb. "If I let it....but I can't block everything from her." T'Pol could feel him ready to learn now. "There is a dizziness that comes along with this empathic sense that can be overwhelming to a small child learning to take her first steps. She has to be distracted while she is learning her center of balance. She also has to feel safe at the same time. Sehlat's train their young much the same way. Vulcans realized many centuries ago what wonderful and faithful pets they made. Sehlats have been teaching Vulcan children to balance for hundreds of centuries." Trip ran a soft hand over the little girl's back. "I tried to let you teach her like a human child, but she wasn't progressing, and I knew her muscles were ready. I didn't mean to deceive you, but would you have felt better knowing Kamute was here all along" Trip thought about that a moment and realized she was right. "Are you sure that thing won't hurt her?" He asked still not happy with the situation. "Positive.....they love raising children....it is what they live for....When there is no little children in the home, a pet is often lent out to train a new sehlat coming into a family as a cub. The elder teaches the smaller pet and in effect raises both baby and pet until the younger animal reaches the age of one and can start handling the responsibilities on their own. They also are sent into homes where a loss has occurred to help counsel the family. They are great help when someone grieves...Kamute was here for me the few days I stayed to finish up my mother's affairs." Trip looked at her, then realized that fuzzy beast was now staring at him from across the courtyard. The bright flaming eyes created an eerie sense that tried to over take his soul. "What's he doing....?" Trip asked wondering why that thing was focusing on him. "He is waiting for you to be comfortable with him. He wants to continue playing with Elizabeth, but knows you don't like it, so he is waiting for your approval." Trip looked at her in disbelief. "They are really that smart?" he asked not comprehending all of the animal's gifts. "Yes...." Trip took his daughter from his wife and set her on her feet on the floor. He squatted next to her, lending is arm to balance her as he watched the over stuffed pussycat come up to her side. The sehlat remained hesitant, not letting the girl grab on. Trip looked back at T'Pol who simply moved her head indicating that Trip needed to pet the animal to show his confidence in him. Slowly he reached up a hand and watched as the animal remained dead still. The velvet of its fur slipped through his fingers and reminded him of an old cocker spaniel he once owned. Kamute began to growl and his tail wagged excitedly in the air. He stepped the few feet more to the child and allowed her to grab on. She did so, and off they went at a very slow pace, the little cherub toddling alongside this huge furry creature. She stumbled a few times and fell right on her over padded bottom, making Trip want to fly forward and end this practice, but before he could, the sehlat lowered his head and allowed the child to right herself and begin again. T'Pol came up to stand beside her husband, feeling his uneasiness lessen at the incredible feat that was taking place before him.
Trip stood in the courtyard, gathering the large duffles that held all the stuff from their three weeks here. T'Pol stood across from him, closing the bright purple diaper bag that had been a gift from Hoshi, Travis and Malcolm. The first sun was low in the sky, causing a glaring light to hit the slanted metallic shingles of the porch at an odd angle. The Enterprise had sent a shuttle, and the last of the child's furnishings were now being carried down the long steps and across the plateaus to the waiting craft. Charles and Catherine took up baby Lizzie and headed for the gate, following closely the burly officers carrying the heavy fare. It was quiet in the house again, too quiet Trip thought after the confusion and ruckus of the last two days. That big creature had taken full charge of his little girl, actually creating times of jealousy over her preference to being with Kamute more than with her own dad. But the moment that stood out most in his experience, was the first morning, when the animal sat across from Trip, its red gleaming eyes staring daggers into the sleeping man's soul. His eyes opened to the horridly eerie gaze and Trip swore he'd lost a good ten years off his life at the shock. T'Pol learned never to send the sehlat to wake him for breakfast anymore. He laughed now, but then it was a real heart thumper. T'Pol finished her packing and lifted the larger purple satchel strap over her head. It rested firmly about her shoulder as she adjusted it once more into a comfortable carrying position. Trip came up to her, dropping the bags to the floor once more. "Well Mrs. Tucker...Honeymoon is over, it's time to go back to work..." He cupped her face into his hands and tasted her lips gently. Her arms laced around his neck and pulled him closer to enjoy their last moment of freedom together. They parted, feeling a bit heady, but knowing that the shuttle pod was waiting. Trip went back to recover the duffles. "Ya know, I'm really gonna miss this place..." He started feeling surprised he'd ever say anything like that. T'Pol picked up on his surprise and knew what he was referring to. She again checked to be sure Elizabeth's favorite toys and stuff animals were all present and accounted for. "There was a time, not so long ago, that I secretly dreaded having to come here to live. I knew we had too, but I didn't want to be so isolated and alone. But having been here for three weeks, I couldn't imagine a better home for Elizabeth.....and even for me. My folks love it here and can come anytime they wish...The people are friendly, much more so than I thought they'd be..... I guess our coming here to live won't be as bad as I thought." "Expectations are often worse than what really exists..." she stated plainly. "Yeah....I guess I know now how you felt coming aboard Enterprise.....But we grew on you....." He said with a smirk that didn't get even a slight glance out of the seasoned pro at dealing with her human husband. "Now all I gotta do is get used to being woke up by a sehlat every morning..... It's kinda like being one of the priests in the Exorcist, but I'm willing to try." Trip smiled brightly knowing full well she wouldn't get the reference, but would be pleased at his changing his mind about having a sehlat as a pet when they returned home to stay. As expected, T'Pol wheeled around and gave him a surprised look, which made his grin all the wider. 
T'Pol broke their moment, wondering if he'd said that just to get a reaction out of her. Knowing he had, she decided to play into his game. "This Exorcist priest...did he function like the priests on Vulcan?" She asked not wanting to let on she knew this was a fictional character. They started for the gate, having finished their cursory run through of the home. "They aren't real priest T'Pol." He answered frustrated. "Boy do you gotta start attending movie night more regularly...The Exorcist was only the most scary horror film of the 20th century, and probably of all time...." He felt the humor in her as they began to descend the steps. "Hey tell me somethin', you said those sehlats are just as need oriented as Vulcans and they are empathic, that doesn't mean that if I should happen to think about....well...you know and you're not home, that thing isn't gonna try to start humpin' my leg is it?" He could be heard asking as they got closer and closer to the last few steps, his concerns still being voiced, as they walked across the plateau and boarded the small craft. The Enterprise was heading back to Earth, so the elder couple relished in the extra time they had to spend with their grand baby. After dropping them off, the ship was ordered to the Aldeborone system and onto its next great adventure. The End
Okay before you all start hyperventilating....There is another series called And baby makes 4. Hopefully starting next Friday.....Hey I got school papers to get out before I can play with this, but the outline is made up, so that is half the battle. Also I know I'm gonna get a few messages about not believing that Trip and T'Pol haven't had Oral Sex until now. Remember this is a Vulcan we are dealing with, not a hooker/or average teen. She is up tight and they haven't had a room to themselves for much of anything since Lizzie came on board, which if you will recall was sexual encounter #2. It wasn't until now that Trip saw she could be a bit kinky and decided to brave it. I mean what could she say now, they're married... Besides, you and I both know he is so hen pecked it's not funny. So just remember that before you can't believe they hadn't done the big O till now.....Hey what can I say, school is making me cranky...got any chocolate?..............................T
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 commentsi love your work. these fics have been a masterpiece from start to finish and i'm so glad you have another series coming out SOON -VERY SOON! very talented. i love how you write the characters. especially T'Pol. it really is fantastic!! yours sincerly, an eager fan awaiting more, nikmomo. Loved it, there were some really hot scenes in there, good ting you put that intermission in there ;). Looking forward to the next story. This story was awesome and partly HOT as HELL! Looking forward to the next story. Hope it will be out soon. I also love your work TLR, these stories are the best I've read and I can't wait for "And baby makes 4" I also love your work TLR, these stories are the best I've read and I can't wait for "And baby makes 4" Thats was good, an smutty wow! how do you high light those pics? their cool! I liked this one but dang hurry up with the rest already before my head blows up and entire week! juh wonderfull story by the way brilliant. simply magnificent. again, i really liked the sehlat, and the reactions it provoked from trip. funny bit about trip waking up looking right into it`s eyes. too bad you didn`t put v`lmir in it, as i said, i liked her character. the picture is nicely done, how long have you been working on modifying that? im looking forward to reading your next "episode". keep it up! I love your stories this was awsome I can't wait till Baby Makes 4!!!:D Thanks guys, I did have fun with this story. Sorry about the whole week, but my instructor is throwing all kinds of new papers at me. If you want to protest, email...............@yahoo.com. but seriously, The characters aren't going away, just taking a different kind of vacation. And V'Lmir isn't gone, but since the next series is more earth oriented, lets just say she's attending to her studies. The series post "And Baby makes four" brings her back with a vengous, so don't worry. Thanks again for your support, and send lots of prayers for my school work. It's only been less than a week and I have turned in 2 papers, a question and answer sheet, bio, mission statement and have 2 papers yet to do by monday. Lord help me.......Thank god I took off 2 weeks starting the 5th. ...................T. i loved it cant wait for baby makes 4 i wish that i would have happned this way on the show would have been a lot betten what we really got Loved the sehlat... loved the "You're it" game... but... Vulcan Barbie!!! C'mon, TLR! Show the woman some respect! :) - D But distracted, he did get to dress her up didn't he...... You continue to please. TLR you might have a future at this. |