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!
This is another installment of “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words – but it’s a LOT longer, now. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.
So, it’s NaNo time! For the next 25 days, I’ll be drafting something brand-new- The Earth Doth Move…the story of a young cadet named Spock‘s early days at Starfleet Command. Hint: All does not go smoothly for our young hero. Not even a little bit…
Here, though, I’m sticking with Trip and T’Pol, because I can’t just leave them hanging, all revved up and locked in a cell for a month with no one popping in on them…can you imagine the delicious trouble they could get up to?
Can you imagine missing it?!
No need to panic…I’ve got you covered!
- Today is November 5, 2014.
- Slightly convoluted math: 11 +5+2+1= 19 (month+day+the 2 and 1 from the year).
- I’m adding in the last two very short paragraphs from two weeks ago, to help with reorientation after last week’s Halloween treat…
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.
Last week’s conclusion:
“Are you suggesting that we engage in sexual activity?” Gorgeous, passionate – and she sounded like a prudish clinician with a seductress’ voice.
Somehow, that just made her even sexier..
And now for today’s installment:
“I’m not suggesting it- I’m saying we’ve already crashed that gate. I’m just saying that I don’t want to take it any further in this dingy little place.”
She was shaking harder, and that delicate scent hit me again. “I might injure you – humans are much more fragile than Vulcans.”
“Way to stroke a guy’s ego, T’Pol.” I pulled my hand away, and she followed the motion with her eyes, that green flush getting stronger. “Maybe I’m not as tough as the Vulcan guys you know, but I don’t think you’re going to break me – just, well…maybe you could tone it down a little.”
“I might need – instruction – in the proper techniques.” It was a shy but throaty whisper, and she looked up at me from under her long lashes. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any sexier…
I scootched a little closer to her, carefully, keeping our crossed legs between us, as a buffer zone. I wasn’t going to forget again how strong she was, and how fast she could move when she was motivated. I reached out slowly and carefully, and straightened her hair; T’Pol quivered and watched me silently.
“You don’t want to look like you just rolled out of bed when the cap’n finally comes to get us out of here,” I told her, with my best Tucker grin.
T’Pol’s gaze caught at mine, with an edge of alarm; no, she didn’t want to get caught like this, any more than I did. ” The captain -?”
How was it that the way she echoed things that surprised her reminded me of Lizzie again, but twisted knots of wanting into my lower belly at the same time? Seriously messed up, Tucker – seriously! –
“Your hair – is also disarranged.” Shaky fingers crept up, then hovered about at the level of my shoulder, and there was a question in the set of her face – how the hell did she manage that, and not look like she’d shifted a muscle?
Will Trip’s ego survive this encounter? Will he let T’Pol fix his hair? Has she learned any lessons that will make things a little, well, safer? Will they get caught before they can erase the evidence of their – ahem – explorations?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!
Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!