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!
For those keeping track:
This is the fifteenth 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 October 8, 2014.
- Slightly convoluted math: 8+10=18; 10-8=2 ; 18+2=20; for 20 sentences.
- I’m also giving you a contextual treat – the last paragraph of last week’s WIPpet.
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.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Kroykah?” . T‘Pol seems to be regaining her control, but can Trip keep his?
From last week:
I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”
And now, our main attraction!
She stiffened, like she was maybe going to pretend none of this had even happened. I sighed – and she echoed me, all her tension seeming to go with her exhalation. She almost melted into me, the same way Lizzie used to, when she got sleepy – damn it all to hell, why did she keep reminding me of my baby sister as a kid?! I was wearing her lush body all over me – no way in hell Subcommander T’Pol was a child.
No, she was all woman – a passionate woman with glinting eyes that sparked new stirrings in me, too. I ought to let her go, and now. No matter how perfect her Vulcan High-and-Mighty Command said their control was, hers seemed – well, iffy at best, at least where I was concerned. And my own – well, I’d never been known for my self-restraint.
But I couldn’t let go of her when she felt so damned good here in my arms; when she was looking at me like I was the only thing in the universe…
“I don’t know ‘whatever the hell that was’, Trip.” Like a lost little girl – her eyes pleaded with me to believe her. She didn’t move -at least, not until my hips jerked against hers in an aftershock, giving a clear signal of what my body still wanted. Damn physiology – T’Pol’s eyes flashed, and she actually bit her lower lip. She was starting to quiver again, too –
Better do something fast, Tucker, or you’re gonna lose the chance. She needs you to keep your head – aw, hell. I kept forgetting that the damned Suliban crashed a gunbutt into hers. No wonder she looked lost and vulnerable and half ready to undress me on the spot. She wasn’t herself – and we were in deep trouble if I couldn’t help her keep it together until the doctor could put her in that imaging tube of his and check her out –
If we ever made it back to the ship, that is…
What’s next? Will Trip’s body betray him? Will T’Pol surrender to her impulses? How badly was she injured? Will they ever make it back to the ship?
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. 😉