Reactor Fluid

Reactor Fluid

By: TLR

Rated: R adult content and language
Disclaimer: Enterprise is the property of Paramount Productions and UPN.
Spoilers: "Divergence"
Summary: This story is a bit raunchier than I usually write, however the concept is so funny, I had to tell it the way I saw it. Also the fact that my boyfriend has been out of town for a week didn’t help. It starts after Trip has returned to Enterprise on loan from Columbia. The initial awkwardness is still there, but they have been able to work more comfortably together, each giving the other a wide birth. Engineering is still only half fixed and the ship has had to remain on impulse drive for the last two weeks. Enjoy.

March 7th 2005

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Trip stood on the other side of the airlock waiting for the doors to slide open. He had been working for the last 2 days on the Ac’Aren’s warp reactor. The Ac’Arens were a very pleasant humanoid culture... this ship was inhabited by an all male crew. Refreshing in the fact that since his return to Enterprise all Trip could think about was taking T’Pol in his arms and making deep passionate love to her. Since his dreams at night took care of that need, the Commander felt sure he could try and keep it suppressed until he was back aboard Columbia.

The atmospheric pressure finally equalized and the doors slide open. There stood the Captain with his science officer at his side.

“Permission to come aboard, Cap’n.” Trip joked with his old friend.

“Permission granted...” Archer returned with a snort. He put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. As the group turned to walk down the corridor, he continued.

“Thanks for being a good sport and fixing their ship. I know you’re still on loan to us, but I knew you were the only one for the job.” Archer noted a strong odor coming from his friend.... T’Pol did as well as he walked past her.

“Heewww! That’s a smell.” The captain took a step back.

“Sorry Cap’n.... The Ac’Aren’s warp reactor uses a different type of reactor fluid. It’s quite pungent and greasy. I’d better go to my quarters and wash up before I offend someone’s senses.” He flashed a defiant look at the Vulcan then moved down the passageway.

T’Pol returned an irritated look, then straightened. “I think I will get back to my duties, Captain.”

The captain fought off a smirk and simply nodded his approval. The young woman walked away from him and then he let out a chuckle. “Nothing’s changed.” he murmured softly hoping her sensitive pointed ears couldn’t pick up his last remark.

***T’Pol made her way back to the turbolift and indicated the destination. Standing in the lift, she found her mind clouding and her breathing becoming more heavy and deep. When the lift opened to the bridge, luckily it was sparsely manned, this being second shift. She took her post and began running scans of the space ahead.

“Here Commander.” a fresh faced crewmember handed her a pad. He was young, blond but not the object of her thoughts. Even so, his body was firm and well defined beneath the tightness of the uniform. The look she returned him, made him quite uncomfortable. Lifting only her eyes to him, she uttered in a low husky voice. “Thank you crewman.”

With that the young man smiled nervously then scampered back to Lt. Reed’s security station. T’Pol continued to fidget in chair. She swallowed hard several times to curtail the guttural feelings that threatened to come out lest she loose her control. She rubbed her forehead numerous times trying to sooth the creases that were tightening from her mood. The other bridge members took notice. She merely shot them a warning glare and everyone returned their eyes back to the business at hand.

The last 4 hours of her shift were increasingly difficult to get through. When her replacement arrived, T’Pol started to bolt for her quarters for some solid meditation. Before she could leave though, the Ensign replacing her handed her a padd.

“Pardon me Commander....” The young woman started. “Would you mind terribly dropping this off to Commander Tucker in Engineering. I would have done so myself, but I did not wish to be late for my shift.” She waited to gauge her response and saw a less than happy look on the Vulcan’s face. “If it is inconvenient.... I guess I could find someone....”

She was cut off by T’Pol who practically ripped the pad from her hand. “ Not necessary Ensign. I will take this to Engineering.” With that T’Pol turned and walked off the bridge.

Her agitation was growing. That T’Pol could tell. She was in desperate need of meditation and hopefully since the Commander was busy in Engineering, he wouldn’t disrupt her this time. T’Pol now knew that what she had mistaken as simple loss, was in actuality a bond. One she knew not how it formed or how to explain it to Trip. All she knew was for now it was causing her great distress and that was something she had to get a handle on.

Entering Engineering, T’Pol looked around the room. She found the commander talking with a young crewmember, and by T’Pol’s view he was standing just a little too close to the red haired beauty. T’Pol stormed up to them which got the attention of the other woman and she excused herself hastily.

“Can I help you!” Trip commented just a little annoyed to have his work interrupted by one of T’Pol jealous temper tantrums.

“Ensign Conrad asked me to deliver this to you....” She whipped the pad at him and stood in staunch silence.

“Thanks.... I have been waitin' for this,” Trip began going over the data completely dismissing her now.

“If there is nothing further..” T’Pol started then caught a whiff of something in the air....

“What.... Oh.... yeah..... that’s all.” Trip returned his attention to the data.

“Good night then...” T’Pol again whiffed the air and her agitation grew greater.

(Su’Tari) a thought came to her mind. She whiffed the air again..... (SU’TARI) it came more angrily.... Her agitation threatened to show.... (How could he know about....)

T’Pol turned on heel and stormed out of the room. Walking the hallways her tensions grew. Meditation would be impossible now. He was attacking her and she didn’t even know how he found out about it.

The Su’Tari was an ancient oil that was made from the cord blood of Vulcan female infants. It was genetically linked to each female and given to her father to hold. At the time of final agreement, this oil was then given to the father of the promised male to hold until the marriage ceremony. It acted like an extremely potent pheromone, which aided in prompting a quick bonding between the two married spouses. T’Pol found out about this custom and stole her own oil from her parent’s locked box before her father finalized the deal. Even as a young child, she felt cheapened by the ritual of being the property of a male and didn’t wish to have her affections forced upon her. If she and Koss were to bond.... she wanted it to be on her terms. Clearly it didn’t happen and without the Su’Tari, he had no way of forcing her.

Since this oil virtually turned her into the love slave of who ever wore it.... She had to keep it safe. She had dreams of finally giving it to the male that she wanted to bond with to deepen their experience. For a while she thought it might be Trip. He must have found out about it through this bond of theirs. She couldn’t fathom how though, she hadn’t thought of it for some time now. Frustration was growing and T’Pol decided to return to Engineering and have it out with the commander.

Coming down the hallway towards the engine room, T’Pol ran into Trip literally turning the corner. He was done his shift and decided to turn in. He picked himself up off the bulkhead and started to address her.

“Damn, T’Pol.... you gotta watch where your going.” He stood straightening his uniform.

She seemed a bit disoriented then replied. “I must speak with you.”

“Later... I’m tired and I need some rest.”

“Now .....” she nearly screamed her response

“I said later...” Trip got up in her face tired of her ultimatums. In response, she slammed him once more against the bulk head and got up in his face with a seething rage

“ I said.... Now..” and with that she took him by the front of his uniform and dragged him down the corridor. After a brief ride in the turbo lift, she pushed him out in front of her, and prodded him intermittently as they walked the short hallway towards her quarters.

“What the Hell is wrong with you...?” Trip didn’t know whether to be angry or concerned. In her most out of control times, T’Pol had never attacked him. Although it was true she tried to strangle the Captain, Phlox and three guards in sickbay after her time on the Seleya.

T’Pol activated the door button and her quarters were now open. She pushed him in with a strong grip on his arm, then watched him heatedly as he escaped to the far side of the room.

“All right.... You got me here.... What the hell do you want....?” Trip asked more scared than angered.

“ The Su’Tari !” she exclaimed as if he knew what she was talking about.

“The what???”

“The Su’Tari” she repeated then exclaimed some other Vulcan phrases under her breath.

“Tehs’bosh Terrupik......(deceitful human)....... Luhpik Telsu (rude bondmate)....Tu Kohahr Yema. (You exposed me.)”

Okay... Trip knew when she started speaking in her native language, it wasn’t good and tried to calm her down. He started to walk towards her with his hand up between them. She simply slapped it away and backed toward her bunk.

“T’Pol..... I don’t know what is going on with you, but I think we should call Phlox.” He stopped in his tracks seeing his movement had now backed the very distraught woman up against her bunk.

“Moro Tu Ain !” (Remove your garment!) She started towards him as Trip now found himself backed up against the desk.

“Moro Tu Ain!” she spoke it louder... then grabbed at the front of his uniform.

“What do you want Commander....?” Trip was truly wondering about his safety at this point.

“I said.... Remove your clothing....” She translated and Trip looked shocked, too shocked to move.

With no response. T’Pol yanked violently at the front of the garment, ripping through both the outer denim layer and the cotton tee shirt beneath. Trip looked down in disbelief as she continued to remove his outer wear.

“I don’t know how you found out about it..... but I will not let you do this to me....” her words trailed off as she ran a very sensual hand down the commander’s now bare chest and abdomen.

“Do what to you..... I don’t know what yer....” she stopped him by wheeling him around and ripping off the back of his uniform. She pushed him hard against the console and tore away the last of the confining garment.

“You know you did it.” She continued in a paranoid rage. “You broke in here and went through my things.” With that she reached to the side of his underwear and ripped it off too.

“I did whattttt... the hell are you doing...... this is insane......” Trip’s hands went down to cover his privates as she spun him around to face her. She ran a lustful eye down his torso and fought back the urge to take him where he stood.

“Now get into the shower and wash yourself.......wash every bit of it off now!” she demanded and pushed at his shoulder as he tottered still covering his manhood into the bathroom.

T’Pol pushed him into the stall and stood blocking his escape. Trip noticed her standing there. “You mind..” he returned.

“You will not fool me again......I will make sure you have washed all the Su’Tari off. Now scrub and don’t miss any areas..” She perched her hands on her hips and watched as the commander dropped his package and turned the water on. He could feel her eyes on his backside, wondered if she was measuring him for a good lay or a body bag. At this point he wasn’t sure.

“Turn around and get your back” she ordered..... “You are dawdling, I said wash !”

(Boy and I thought she was a bit forward our first time because she stripped in front of me. Now I guess I have to return the show.) Trip turned and started wetting his back. He was uncomfortable with the way the Vulcan was looking at him. Kind of the way he’d look at a good steak.

T’Pol ran her eyes hungrily up and down his body. She committed to memory every rippling muscle and hard bulge. A seething arousal was deepening its hold on her mind. She walked forward into the stall and stood in the water stream with the young southern man.

She whiffed the air..... leaned in and smelled his newly washed skin... then leaned back.
“You haven’t washed good enough.”....she exclaimed and took the soap from him.

Throwing his arms in the air out of her way, T’Pol lathered up her hands and began running them up and down along his body. She leaned into him, reached around and washing his back, then stopped on his bottom. Her breathing was heavy and erratic. Trip thought she might even be in a trance. Her hands came round again to re-soap his front.

T’Pol brought her face into his chest. Breathing in again, her mind started to deteriorate all control. She trailed kisses up his breast bone while her hands moved downward along his abdomen. Trip’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the waves of passion hit him through their yet unknown bond. Trip’s mind held onto the fact that T’Pol was not well, however his body missed the point altogether. Immediately his arousal was not only evident, but actively seeking a release point for its needs.

Trip’s hands came down and loosen the clasps at the back of T’Pol’s outfit. He started to peel it from her shoulders when she pulled back and pushed him hard against the shower wall. With another flawless move, she was out of her bindings and moved back to have her way with the good commander. Stunned by the impact, and even more by the show... he stood waiting for her approach.

With her hands, she took Trip’s head leading it down first to her mouth...neck then breasts. She closed her eyes and found a release of some sexual tension.... she wanted more.. She took his shoulders and pushed him onto the floor, laying him out on his back. The water danced off her body that blocked if from his face. She leaned down, then positioned herself atop him. Trip let out a groan as his own tensions found a place to play. T’Pol leaned in and once more took his mouth to hers. Her senses flowed freely between them and all the gratification she felt.... he received ten fold. His mind was reeling. Never before had any woman he’d been with given him so much pleasure from a simple act of passion.

T’Pol continued to have her way with him for the next 6 hours. Stopping in between sessions, she would allow him a brief time to rest then start up again. Trip decided to go along with this tirade since refusing clearly would be an unhealthy decision to make. Secretly he now knew exactly what his dreams would be like if they were to come true. They had.... Trip also noticed, the few times T’Pol allowed him to be the aggressor, her release was even greater, leading him to wonder if all Vulcan sex was of a predatory nature.

(I guess if you bottle up you emotions all the time... They gotta come out hard.) He snickered at that and waited for the next round.

T’Pol had fallen into a light sleep this time. The other times she would simple sit over him until he regained consciousness with a very animalistic look in her eyes. He was also secretly glad for the break. Although Trip’s performance amazed even himself, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up, if you know what I mean...

When T’Pol slept more than an hour, Trip drew her closer into his arms. He lifted her sweat laden body from the floor of the cabin where the sex migrated after the hot water ran out, and over to the bunk. He curled up with her in his arms, pulling the comforter over them both. They slept for a while longer.

When T’Pol did wake she was a bit disoriented. Trip was there holding her, perched on one arm looking down at her sheepish expression..

“Hey sleepy head..... Want ta tell me what a Su’Tari is?” He reflected a sarcastic grin.

T’Pol looked around her cabin, realizing the extent of her loss of control. The animal feelings were gone, replaced with embarrassment, confusion and something else. Strangely enough there was contentment there... She wondered given their bond... was it hers or his.

“How bout startin’ from the top....?” He asked waiting to hear her explanation.

She began to rise and he pulled her back into his arms. “Not so fast.... You’re in trouble...” T’Pol thought he was about to bring charges for abduction, instead he continued.
“And I want ta help... What’s wrong... Please tell me and don’t get so defensive.”

Not able to move, T’Pol was forced to tell him what a Su’Tari was and how she came to have it. She also had to explain more about its effects and why it was crucial that no one get their hands on it. Trip offered light heartedly to keep it safe for her and with that he flashed her, a knowing smile.

Her tensions eased as she slowly began to explain her feelings of late. She also started to explain some of what he had been experiencing. Trip took the news well, since where was he gonna go. He was naked. After a few more hours of talk, T’Pol rose. She dressed and made her way to his quarters to retrieve him clothing. Walking back through the halls, she drew stares, since no one on Vulcan ever wore sweats and a man’s tee shirt.

(This was the start of understanding) she thought, and rounded the last corner towards her new life.

The End.

****** All Vulcan phrases are from the Golic Vulcan Federation English dictionary. Pardon me if I got the syntax wrong. But a neat little romp wasn’t it.......... T.

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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Ha!!!!! We all know Trip likes a forward woman, but good god!!!! LOL This was seriously hilarious. Thanks for the story! I could use a laugh. T'Pol is one FORCEFUL woman!!!!

Great story, could you write a sequel?!?

I agree part II is a must

Yes sequal please!

Thanks for the feedback.. This was a fun story to write and it came out so fast, I hope I caught all the spelling errors. If you want a little more of T'pol's blood fever hijinks,
then look for the sequel to "A day in the Life" that is entitled "Away Mission"
I should have it finished and turned in by Thurs.

Great story!!!
Now where can I get some of that Su’Tari? ;)
Gee You sure do crank them out quick.

this was so light hearted and funny! and well sexy too. i love agressive t'pol and confused passive trip in this. so did t'pol actually just imagine the su'tari was on him then, or was that fluid on trip from the alien ship similar? i'm taking it like that with a strong bit of paranoia on t'pol's part, or i could be confused... anyway it doesn't change the effect, in fact it probably adds to trip's cofusion level and mine vicariously through him... great! i also would like a sequel, please.

Just like in the episode where she goes through Pon Farr with Phlox/Reed from a bacteria they came in contact with and were in decon together for.... The reactor fluid acted like the Su'tari... that's why she suspected it. Actually with the Su'tari she wouldn't have been about to control herself long enough to think it. It's 10 x stronger than the reactor fluid. Hope that helps. T.

sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel sequel..........love t'pol in trips sweat pants HAHAHAHA

What great fun that was! More please!