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WIPpet Wednesday: Whatever This Is


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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’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

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.

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!

Three weeks ago, Trip and T’Pol talked idiomatically. This week, a conversational quagmire…
Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 7, 2015.
  • Math: 6 paragraphs, 7 for the date, minus 1 for the first WIPpet of the year!

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.


T’Pol, did you just – uhhh, proposition me?” She only stood there, watching me, her low-grade quiver seeming to move through the air, somehow, and transmit itself to me, and a shiver of anticipation went through me, almost like she was still touching me. Damn, she was intoxicating! “All right then. This is what I propose – whatever this is, let’s take some time to explore it, once we’re back on the ship, where we can have that door, and a bed that’ll do, even if it’s not as comfortable or as big as I’d like.” She took in a sharp breath, which seemed to echo through me, resonating with her vibrations. I wanted to know what she was thinking – I waned to pull her to me, right here and now, bed and door be damned…T’Pol made a soft guttural little sound. As much to distract myself and fill the silence as to convince her, I kept on talking, as though I didn’t know how to stop. “Without you calling him up to remind him of protocol every step of the way, the Cap’n’s bound to get suspicious sooner or later, and then he’ll come find us and get her out of here.” Watch. Quiver. Her breath prickled my neck hairs, and I was breathing faster now, too. Why the hell wasn’t she saying anything? Why the hell why wasn’t I shutting up? “And then, – as soon as we’re both free -“

She flinched bodily, shaking, flinging her head to the side as she gasped – and, too late, I stopped vomiting words at her. She’d damned near thrown me to the floor, grinding against me in a way that said, without doubt that she wanted me – or did it? Did any of this -whatever it was – mean anything to her? Did it mean what it meant to me – this whatever-it-was? She’s a Vulcan, Tucker – not a human. You could be reading her all wrong. I didn’t know how, exactly, but I could feel, T’Pol – closing off? No, not that, or not exactly. More like she was backing away, in her mind – from me, or what I said, or how she’d responded, or takig that next step that she seemed both to want and to be afraid of…I needed more information before I could figure out the problem, and what to do about it. Softly, I said, “What’s wrong, T’Pol?”

Her eyes were doing that nervous little sideways skitter again, so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I stayed pu, even though my brain was screaming at me to go to her, the way I’d go to a human woman who looked that upset. Maybe it was stupid, to press this any further, but I couldn’t just stand there while she looked so miserable and vulnerable. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and watched her pretending she had control of herself, and then said, “Look, I get it – we’re essentially strangers to each other. But something’s bothering you about what I said, or what I did, and I don’t see anyone else here for you to talk to. Besides, we’ve already covered a lot of ground, for strangers – and, believe it or not, T’Pol, I like you. If I’ve hurt you, or upset you – “

“It’s not that we’re strangers, Trip.” It was a whisper that held too many things to name – but I thought there was fear, yearning, shock, wonder,,. “It’s that we’re not -” She frowned a little, turning to face me agian, and her gaze climbed slowly up my chest. She made it to my chin before it flinched away again. “From the first moment I saw you – ” She shook her head, and stared at my mouth, and I wondered if she knew she was licking her lovely lips. “I am a Vulcan, Trip. I’m not free. I’m intended to feel what I feel for you. I am most certainly not intended to act upon those feelings…”. She jerked her eyes up to fix them on mine, and then her stare swept my body, avid and hungry. “And yet, I don’t know how to stop feeling, or acting – and, if I did, I’m uncertain that I would choose to.”

So I’m imbalancing your systems.” She made a tiny motion that might be a nod. “You know, you’ve thrown me out of whack too – I never met another Vulcan who looked like you, smelled like you – turned me on the way you do…” I trailed off, again, because her eyes suddenly focused on mine, and I was falling in, even from across the room. How could she do that just by looking at me?

“Trip – there are – ” She swallowed, and strode across the room to stand close enough to touch again. Her hand lifted, those fingers pairing, and she brushed the backs of them light and swift as a pulsebeat along my jaw. Her fingers trembled; so did her breath. “There are other…extenuating circumstances…” She stared at her fingers, and I breathed in her delicious smoky citrus scent and tried to keep hold of my circulatory system for once. She frowned at her shaking hand, and didn’t look at me. “I should not have allowed this…”

What is this? And what are T’Pol’s extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to find out more!



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14 thoughts on “WIPpet Wednesday: Whatever This Is

          1. I’m very forgiving with others. Like you, though, I expect perfection from myself, however unrealistic that is, since my fingers and my brain are often at cross purposes!

  1. The same thing threw me that threw Kathi, but it should be an easy fix. There are also a couple of typos.

    Another very steamy scene! Have we seen an earlier version of this before? It feels familiar somehow.

    1. I obviously need to make it clearer that Trip’s remembering the way she took him down, rather than experiencing it…I’m not doing so well at getting the intensity of these memories, which carry telerotic echoes, because T’Pol is Awakened to Trip, and because she’s a rather powerful touch telepath (even though she doesn’t really know that, at this point in her life, for cultural reasons that won’t be revealed for a while yet)..

      When I reread it last night, I found several typos. Sometimes my fingers and my brain work at cross purposes!

      We haven’t seen this snippet before, but T’Pol’s had herself backed into the same corner, and ‘whatever this is’ seems to be Trip’s preferred way of trying to describe what’s happening between them…

      Of course, they’ve been in this cell a LONG time, WIPpet-wise! =)

  2. Another steamy sensation. One thing caught me, toward the beginning when she nearly flings him to the ground you say she was grinding against him. Next thing I know she’s seemingly across the room and I felt a disconnect because I thought they were physically in the same space and then…not.

    1. Ah, I guess I need to take another look. Trip’s intended to be remembering when she took him down, earlier – except it feels a lot like reliving it…

      At this point, T’Pol’s at the front of the cell where she was testing the force field before they started talking about horse’s backsides…

      Trip’s put himself in the corner, so he doesn’t lose control…it’s not really working so well, but he’s trying…

      I’m currently starting the revision on the first story from this series, so any catches like this help tremendously, as I try to set up the degree of telerotic sharing…

      Suffice it to say, for now, that memories of experiences with T’Pol feel very real, in the moment, on a sensory level. Maybe that doesn’t make sense, but I know what I mean…eventually, I’ll figure out how to help others know it, too…

  3. “my brain was screaming at me to go to her, the way I’d go to a human woman who looked that upset. Maybe it was stupid, to press this any further, but I couldn’t just stand there while she looked so miserable and vulnerable.”

    Awww. Every time we see him, I think, “Trip is such a sweetie.” 🙂

    1. He really is trying awfully well to figure her out and make this a good experience…although his intentions aren’t PURELY altruistic…

      Trip is definitely one of the Good Guys (at least, most of the time!)

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