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WIPpet Wednesday:“That Query is Illogical”

 

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!

I’ve been a little – remote- here, the last few weeks, as the new story devoured me whole. It’s not done yet, but NaNo is, so I’m stepping back a bit. I’ve got comments galore to answer from my lovely fellow WIPpeteers, and I intend to get back to visiting everyone, because I kinda haven’t been, and I want to see what all of your characters are up to, too!

NaNo is a wonderful form of madness….

The madness that is NaNo!

I’m sharing a snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. Oh, and the word “Kill” appears especially for our WIPpet Mistress, who earned it! =D

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Last week, we time-traveled from the Suliban cell to the future. This week, we come back, to find Trip hiding in the corner, so that T’Pol can’t play with his hair…because that seems to get them both all hot and bothered (OK, at this point, pretty much everything does, but…).

Does it work? Does she follow him? Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 3, 2014.
  • My simple math: 16 mostly short paragraphs: 12+3=15, and one added as a December treat (one shabbos candle; one star; one snowflake; one month to go till 2015, one confused human in a cell….your choice!)
  • You also get the last paragraph from About a Thousand Years Ago..”, bolded, for context.

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

I scrubbed a hand over my face and through my hair – damn, please don’t let her decide she needs to fix it again! Before she could, I whirled around and paced the three steps to the corner she’d gone to after that first kiss, about a thousand years ago, now…

It didn’t stop me wanting her, but it did mean I couldn’t touch her. I squeezed my eyes closed, as if that could help with the imprint she’d left on my brain, my body – my damned imagination..

I could almost feel her quivering, and her scent was thick in the little room, Her taste still lingered on my tongue, clean and spicily sweet, a little like honeyed ginger tea. “Gimme a minute or two….please.”

“Certainly, Commander.”

How the hell did she manage to be formal and sultry at the same time….? I gave up trying not to see her, and watched as she moved to the front of the cell. I remembered too late how much I enjoyed the rear view…damn, and damn again. This was a damn torture chamber – and torture had never felt so damned good…”Hey, T’Pol?

“Yes, Commander Tucker?”

“You don’t happen to be carrying a lockable door and a nice big comfy bed in one of your jacket pockets, do you?”

“That query is illogical.” She turned around to look at me, that little frown saying I’d confused her again.

“I know it is,” I told her. “I needed to think of something else. So, I can assume you’re not hiding a bed, right?”

“You may make that assumption, if you wish.” Her voice was as measured as if she was talking about the composition of water. But her eyes – those gorgeous eyes, their hazel hidden by dilated pupils – made a slow, sensual journey from the top of my head, where I swore I could feel her fingers in my hair and on my ears, to my throat, with her about to tug down my zipper, to – well – the part of my she’d ground herself against as though there was nothing else that mattered, in all the universe.

And, dammit, I was responding again, as if she was actually pressed against me – and her eyes glowed as she bit her lip. She looked straight into my eyes, and it was as intimate as though she was in my arms. “You’re an engineer,” she whispered huskily. “Couldn’t you- adapt – something that would – suffice?”

My body – or parts of it, anyway – sure as hell wanted me to tell her I could. So did most of my brain. I swallowed a whole damned Vulcan desert’s worth of parched air, and muttered under my breath, “If we’ve gotta stay in here much longer, it’s gonna kill me, I just know it.”

Then perhaps, Commander, we should abandon the attempt to fashion a bed or a door, and instead focus on escape. It would be – most unfortunate, if you were to meet your demise before the end of your inaugural mission.”

I blushed, and tried to get something out – anything- but nothing came. How the hell had she heard me? What other stupid things had I said, and how many of those had she heard?

T’Pol began feeling along the edge of the force field, standing up on her toes and reaching high, emphasizing the strong lines and curves of her body, and I itched to pull her close, forget everything but how we felt together…

Sexy as hell. She was definitely gonna be the death of me.

And I didn’t think I was going to mind, at all.

After all this, are they really going to stage a jailbreak? Is there a comfy bed and a lockable door in their future? And just how good are T’Pol’s ears, anyway? Come back next week to find out more!

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

13 thoughts on “WIPpet Wednesday:“That Query is Illogical”

  1. This is great Shan. I love hearing Trip’s thoughts and how you portray the sizzling sexual tension between them. I especially like the line ‘formal yet sultry at the same time’. I think you’ve done a really good job of developing both Trip and T’Pol’s characters in these excerpts that I’ve read. 😀

  2. Excellent placement for the ‘kill’ word. 😀 And another wonderfully steamy bit. Although I do chuckle when T’Pol gets all cool and technical as though nothing at all is going on. And Trip…when is he going to learn she has exceptional hearing?

  3. so at first when i started reading these, I thought it was strange because I got the sense she was just going through some hormonal something or other and couldn’t help herself, but then it grew to more romance and not just lust. Now it’s kind of playful and teasing. I like all the phases you’re exploring with them.

    1. Well, she was going through an involuntary response, but it’s more a limbic system thing, and it’s based on a telerotic compatibility. She encountered him a year before, and Awakened to him – something that was intended to happen with the man she was Promised to when they were seven years old.

      So, she’s in uncharted territory.

      And it’s both chemical and emotional. The way Trip is struggling so hard even when she’s overwhelmed and doing whatever she can to seduce him (and she’s rather convincing!) builds her trust.

      She’s also a fast learner, and she’s learning how to navigate those initial reactions. She’s a little shaky, but she’s also learning from Trip – she’s a touch telepath,after all, and they’ve done more than a little touching. She’s figuring out how he approaches things, and she’s considering everything ‘instruction in the proper technique’.

      It’s one of my favorite things about these two – that there is so much more than lust between them. Right from the start, they seem to be able to get on each other’s nerves, come up with answers,find a way to get along, AND throw off all kinds of sparks…

  4. Oh, I do feel bad for him. That can’t be fun for him at all. I absolutely love her dialog here, especially when she suggests they try to find an escape. The contrast between them is great—he’s all flustered, but despite what’s happened between them, she’s still all cool, calm, and collected. These are the moments when I so badly want to see what’s going on in *her* head.

    1. You’re not the first to say that you want to know what’s going on in T’Pol’s head…makes me realize that I need to go back and write it from her perspective, too…

      The truth is, she’s not nearly as calm, cool, and collected as she seems. She’s had a lifetime of conditioning to help her fake it…and she’s learning how to deal with those intense reactions Trip inspires in her and she can feel how badly he wants to keep hold of himself, and that helps her, too.

      It’s definitely complicated! =D

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