Happy December, everyone! May the last month of your year be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.
To help that wish along, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational as it can be, because it doesn’t stop on December 25 – and because it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
Each day this month, I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings I created while preparing for an upcoming project. They’re rough and imperfect; I’m only going to correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!
OK, briefing time:
Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.
The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.
I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!
This one’s rated R for nudity and sexual situations. Before continuing, make sure you’re up for that…and, a video caution – there is female rear nudity at the very end. Watch at your own discretion.
And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab…and find T’Pol and Trip getting ready to…
T’Pol didn’t exactly sway provocatively as she walked. That would be what a human woman might do, but she was definitely not a human woman. No – she moved the way she had from the first time the saw her in Fusion – like some delicious and dangerous cross between a ninja, a ballerina, and a Florida panther.
Except that this time she was completely naked, her posterior right there, almost close enough to touch, and bringing him achingly to full attention – and she hadn’t even touched him! Malcolm’s voice echoed in Trip’s mind “She’s got an awfully nice bum. Awfully nice.”
He bit back a chuckle; Mal had no idea how right he was…
T’Pol was a woman with a mission. She didn’t ask where his head was; she aimed herself at it without a word, and Trip hoped to hell she hadn’t found it by the stink. If she was gonna be a regular visitor here, he was going to have to think of her sensitive nose…
But not right now – she’d gotten to the shower, and now turned and watched him expectantly. ‘You said you planned to disrobe, Comm -”
Trip got bold. He stepped right on up to her and wrapped one arm around her as he placed the fingers of the other against her lips. Her eyes said she was surprised. “Nope. Now, I’ve put up with this ‘Commander’ business for a long time, out there.” He nodded at the door. “But this is my room, and you are absolutely as out of uniform as a person can get. We’re about to get as close as two people can be – ‘
She tried to say something, but Trip didn’t let her. “And, in here, I’ve got authority. I don’t have lots of rules, but here’s one. In here, off duty, and especially if we’re ‘exploring human sexuality’, my name is Trip. Just that, and nothing else.” He lifted his fingers from her lips, and watched her face.
How will T’Pol react to Trip’s command?
Will Trip actually disrobe?
Will they make it to the shower?
What’s next for these two?
Drop me a comment in the box below, and I’ll add a paragraph to the story. If you suggest a prompt, I’ll find a way to use it. If you want to know more, I’ll explain a bit of the premise behind the story. You can also watch the Season Three episode “Harbinger” to learn more.
And, before I go….here’s one more from Graylick:
Context: T’Pol has received troubling reports regarding the Captain; meanwhile, she is engaged in a potentially dangerous quest to feel...
Something She Couldn’t Name
Then she stood at the window, her back to the flame intended to settle her, and stared out at the stars, knowing that she should think about the dilemma presented by the reports. But her skin was hungry, and she longed for something she couldn’t name, but which was certainly tied to the way it felt when Trip was here, and touched her, the way the candlelight struck his eyes, the way they had fallen into a pattern of talking while they moved through the postures…as she had been empty before she filled herself with trellium, now it seemed her quarters were empty, unless he was here with her.