Midnight with Pon Farr- pt 2

Midnight with Pon farr

By Triplover

Part two

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Trip moved in the bed, finding he didn't have very much room. Finally he turned over and felt… something… skin? It wasn't his… He slowly opened his eyes, seeing only a blur at first..untill finally….

Trip sat up in shock.

"T'Pol?!" He breathed. He'd thought it was all a dream. But if it wasn't… then he had just… last night they'd… Trip slowly got out of the bed. T'Pol moved, groaning a little. He recognized the sound from last night. Trip sighed. This would not make life easier for him. Somehow, he got the feeling he and T'Pol would have a little trouble working together after the night before. Right now, he could almost still feel her touch, her grace, her moans of delight.

Finally, T'Pol opened her beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes. Trip swallowed, feeling himself grow uneasy. As soon as her eyes were fully open she jumped up in surprise. Probably. Trip couldn't tell.

"Commander Tucker!" T'Pol exclaimed. Trip looked down and felt his face redden. Quickly he grabbed his underwear off T'Pol's desk and put it on. But when he looked up he noticed that her cheeks were as flushed as his. Was she T'Pol again? T'Pol wouldn’t be that flustered. Would she? T'Pol never felt embarrassment. Right? T'Pol cleared her throat, averting her eyes from him to the wall behind.

"Well, this is fun." Trip mumbled while collecting the rest of his clothes, then as quickly as he could, putting them all on. "But I kinda have to go. Gotta get on my uniform ,and then it's off to engineerin!"

"I am sorry… Commander. Perhaps we should talk about this. I--" T'Pol began.

"Oh yeah! You’re probably right. But not now! I got to get going! Work! You understand… I mean not that you don't have work. I'm sure you'll be just as busy as I am! And...we can talk about last night later. I mean what's the crush? I mean rush! Heh… heh… silly me! Now I'm just getting tongue tied! I should go. I'll… uh… talk to you later, Sub-commander." He babbled, while his hands were shaking and his heart was beating. T'Pol said nothing… but he could tell by her expression that she was upset. An upset Vulcan?… what had he done? He'd never seen her like that before. He'd never seen any Vulcan like that before.

After a second or so of looking into her eyes and seeing her look back into his, Trip headed out of her quarters. Then he pulled himself away. Once outside, he leaned up against T'Pol's door. Sighing… wishing… hating himself for what he'd let happen. What he had to do. What he had to have done for T'Pol. He'd ruined everything! Now he would even be able to have the neural-pressure because he'd be thinking about that night. About what he did. What they did.

Trip looked right and left… then straight ahead, no one. He'd thought he'd heard something, but it was probably nothing. Trip got off the door, looking at it for a second, thinking about who was inside. Then he quickly headed for his quarters.

T'Pol sighed, and began to take her shower… feeling the water fall down her body, seeing flashes of last night. His body. His beautiful, passionate blue eyes. His tenderness. She still felt his lips on hers. His smile when they broke apart. His body on hers… sweat… groans of excitement… she could still hear it. Their bodies becoming just one, connected… in more ways than one. His lips… his body… his thoughts.

T'Pol closed her eyes. What was she doing? The Pon farr was gone. She had to stop. She could never… be… with him. He was too emotional… always losing control. It would never work. But why, why did she fell as she did? Something was wrong. She still didn't have control. She could feel it.

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"Trip!"

Trip looked away from the console in engineering to see the captain standing before him. Trip frowned.

"Yeah, Cap'n? What do ya need?" He asked… moving to another console on the other side of engineering… Archer followed. Trip could feel the sudden tension that now filled engineering.

"Look I uh, just wanted to apologize about yesterday. I was in a bad mood. I guess I'm always in a bad mood lately. I should have let you go… after what you've been through… you needed to go. I know that now." Archer said shifting his weight as he always did when trying to say something that was hard to say.

Trip walked over to him. "It's ok, Cap’n. I understand. I'm sorry, too, I think we're all in a bad mood these days. With everythin' goin' on, it's a wonder we all don't go nuts." Trip smiled. To his surprise, Archer returned with a genuine smile himself.

"I was thinking… maybe… we could have lunch. I could use the company."

"Me sir?" He asked in shock. Ever since the day the Xindi had attacked earth it seemed like all his happiness had been destroyed along with those seven million people. Archer was hard… but now… he almost seemed himself. Almost.

"Yeah Trip, you. Well? Are we having lunch or not?" Archer asked.

"Uh… sure. I could use some lunch right about now."

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Trip sighed. He could hardly eat. He couldn't stop thinking about T'Pol. He had to get her off his mind. Trip took a sip of his drink.

"I noticed you walk out of T'Pol's quarters this morning. Something wrong?"

At that second it took everything he had not to spit out his drink. Instead he swallowed. Archer had seen him? But he had looked! He saw no one! How the heck did he see?

"Trip?"

Trip looked up at the captain, his legs began to lose their feeling. He swallowed.

"Uh… I…it…was neural-pressure." He lied. Lying to the captain?

"That early? Isn't it her job to help you sleep?" Archer asked.

Trip smiled, looking down at the food in front of him. "I slept… I just went back… in… the mornin'. I mean… I… I felt a little… uh… sore." He said stumbling on almost every word while searching for a believable story.

"Trip?" Archer said.

He knew he was lying. And he would be right. He had to tell him. But if he did, T'Pol would get mad… well… in her own Vulcan way, that is. "It's the God's honest truth sir! Would I lie to ya?" Trip closed his eyes for a second; he hated lying to his captain, his friend. He just hated it. But it had to be done.

"No, I guess not. It just seemed… like more was going on. So what is going on with you two?" He asked.

Trip smiled. Good question!

"Nothin' Cap’n, absolutely nothin'." Trip mumbled, then took another sip of his drink.

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T'Pol walked into sickbay, feeling herself shake a little from nervousness.

"Ah, T'Pol! I'm glad you're here. How are you feeling? Please, sit down!" Phlox said in his usual cheery manner. T'Pol did as told, and sat on a bio bed.

"What have you found out about the branches?"

"Not much, I'm afraid. To help you I mean. But I have determined that it won't do any damage after the Pon farr is gone. The effects are there, but the imbalance will be gone."

"How long would these… effects...last?" T'Pol felt herself wishing she didn't have to talk about such things but she knew it was important that she had the conversation.

"A few days at most. Then it will dissipate all by itself." He said, and gave her a smile. "That is, if your Pon farr has been resolved. It seems to feed off of the imbalance."

T'Pol nodded. "I must get to the bridge. Thank you doctor." She said in as cool a voice, she could muster.

"Anytime." Phlox said simply.

Trip walked—wandered was more like it—down corridor after corridor. Thinking mostly. He felt like last night had been hanging over him the entire day. Reminding him of what happened, what he did. Why did he feel so guilty? He’d saved her! Still, he should have put up more of a fight. Resisted, just a little. He'd given in too quickly. He could have talked to the doctor first. And why did he have to run out on her like that? He had to talk to her, he had to explain, do something.

Trip stopped at T'Pol's door. Looking at a door he wished wouldn't open but knew had to. He had to talk to her. Damned conscience! He could just leave! Walk away and just forget everything that happened. But he couldn't. His parents taught him better than that.

Trip chimed in. A second or so later the door opened, revealing a beautiful woman… T'Pol… She was in her night clothes… looking at him. Waiting to see what he wanted.

"Hi." He practically whispered. His voice wavered, his eyes were everywhere. To the floor, then back to her face. This was it… he had to talk to her.

"Got a minute?"

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Three people have made comments

Oooops, talk about awkward aftermaths. I am glad that Trip and T'Pol finally got together but sorry they are feeling so guilty about it afterwards. Can't wait to see how they resolve their feelings for each other but how the hell did the Captain see Trip leaving T'Pol's quarters in the early hours of the morning? Or has the Captain been stalking our T'Pol? Hmm. Enquiring minds need to know... Thanks, Ali D :~)

Please please continue. This is an awesome story, hope this will someday be an episode, like with that voyager episode blood fever.

I'm so glad you finally updated... please post more soon!