Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!
A little pre- October treat – a version of Collide that doesn’t have an embed code, but fits my scene perfectly!
For those keeping track:
This is the thirteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.
- Today is September 24, 2014.
- 24 sentences for the day, and 4 more, from the year, for a total of 28.
This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I‘ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.
And a little pre-snippet Collision…
I managed to catch her hand before she could pull it down – but that only sent that plasma-jolt slamming through us again, and I could feel her- hot and fierce and wanting me in an alien way I didn’t understand. T’Pol made a little cry and started nipping at my lips, moving frantically now, and I groaned as my hips jerked up to meet her downstroke.
But there was something -stunned, almost- way back in her eyes, and dazed fear skittered along the edges of the plasma-fire. Something was wrong; she was resisting, trying to stop herself, and failing…
T’Pol’s shaking fingers traced my ear, my jawline, her nails almost sharp enough to scratch – delicate, and dangerous. And, all the while, her eyes and whatever this energy was said it was all wrong – that she’d been swallowed up by something too big for her to control.
Damn, but I wanted to give in to the force of her sensual onslaught, and pretend I couldn’t feel how scared she was. But not like this; she wasn’t ready, and I knew it. I managed to get my mouth away from her long enough to gasp, “T’Pol – we gotta stop, while I still can…” And damn sure I wouldn’t be able to, if she kept this up much longer.
Was this what sex was like, for Vulcans – or was it the blow to the head, or the stress of working with humans, or something about me and her? And, how the hell was I supposed to stop her, when she had me pinned down, and my own body was on her side, my hips jerking in rhythm with hers – and she didn’t even respond to what I’d said?
Suddenly, I had a whole new interest in Vulcan mating protocols – and I hoped to hell I could figure it out soon, before –
No. Not gonna let that happen – not like this. You’re an engineer, Trip – work the problem. The curvy, passionate, pointed-eared problem. The sexy-as-hell problem who’s scaring herself silly – ”T’Pol, how do I shut you down, when I can’t out-power you?,” I whispered, and tried to get the thought into her head, through our clasped fingers.
Her answer wasn’t in words – she didn’t seem able to speak, only to nibble at my neck, panting, her body surging into mine, over and over. But there was something waiting in her eyes and the connection between us; she maybe couldn’t talk or stop herself, but maybe she could listen, and understand. The Vulcan word she’d used before flashed into my mind -the one that meant ‘stop’. I’d have to get my mouth free long enough to say it, though- and for that, I needed a distraction. One of her ears was close enough, and, as I traced it with a finger of my free hand, T’Pol gasped sharply, quivering into the touch, and lost hold of my lips. I willed her to see me, hear me, understand me, and said, as firmly as I could with the constant friction between us, “Mmmn -T’Pol -Kroykaa -”
Dance, spar, collide, spar…REPEAT!
Will T’Pol stop? Can she? How does Trip respond to his crash course in Vulcan mating protocols? What impact will this have on their professional – and personal – relationship?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!
These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. 😉
A not too spoilery, very cute bit from early in Season 3.