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Zinnias and Azaleas ( Or, Z to A!): Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty – Six

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 30, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

I don’t own Enterprise  or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Still using the timeline as it exists. This story takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home, shortly after my previous story, You Might Not Believe This”. Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, mid March, 2154.

Trip is drunk and wandering – in his own mind, and somewhere he’s not sure how he got to, or even where ‘here’ is…but he’s sure that T’Pol being married to someone else just isn’t right.

If you’d like more, you can find the complete story- in – progress, “Love and Loss”, by clicking the title. It is rated Mature, and some portions are NSFW.

This story is rated PG-13 for alcohol use and adult themes.

Zinnias and Azaleas

(521 words)

“I suppose that depends on how you define gentleman.” She’d said that to him once, and a little part of him had hated her, because she knew things about him no one else did, and she wasn’t  who his fantasies had painted her to be, and she didn’t seem at all interested in trying to live up to the part he’d assigned her.

But now, he knew it for what it was. Jealousy. Yearning she couldn’t dare to let loose, and which she had no idea how to express. He’d been intimate with another woman; didn’t matter that it wasn’t sex. To T’Pol, hands were a primary erogenous zone. He’d stuck his into a box of pebbles with another woman. He hadn’t known what it would do to her; hadn’t really even thought of her.

She’d been shocked, and angry.

Now, she seemed to be neither. Just –

“Bereft. Desolate. Hollow.”

Human words. He’d done that to her; given her feelings that her own world had no words for. He hadn’t meant to, any more than she’d meant to bite him that first time, when she needed to anchor herself against spiraling emotion and sensation.

He’d made her feel human things, and now she had those emotions, and a Vulcan husband. How could Koss understand? Would he even try?

How could she be married to a Vulcan? That made no sense. It was wrong.

“She’s supposed to be married to me.”

Just because it sounded like he was the jilted lover didn’t mean that it wasn’t true. Wait. Was he actually, really thinking of marrying T’Pol? Not just to get her out of this thing with Koss, like he’d offered at the Fire Plains, but really, honestly, Mom and Dad married?

Yes. That’s exactly what he was thinking. And that meant that he needed a drink. Or as many as he could choke down before he passed out again.

There was the sound of crunching gravel – she probably woulda heard that two minutes back. Someone or something was coming this way, and Trip didn’t want to have to explain what he was doing lurking on this road in –

Where was he again? Why was he here? Hadn’t he been in the swamp?

Didn’t matter. Knew he was too drunk to even try to hide it, and he might get apprehended as an intruder…that sure as hell wouldn’t look good on his Permanent Record…

Trip got himself out of there, staggering off the path into a pretty half-wilderness of flowers, live pine, willow, and moss, until he got hung up in a clump of fuschia azalea bushes, lived up to his nickname by tripping and twisting his damned ankle hard enough to make him yelp – so much for the covert operations – and fell into a bed of pretty zinnias just the color of one of T’Pol’s sweet work uniforms. He had just enough time to get a whiff on the way down and decide that she smelled way better when his head found a rock at the border of the bed, and it was lights out for ol’ Trip Tucker.

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For an added treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.

Remember, though the challenge ends today, the writing continues. You can find all of my TnT fanfiction at my fan fiction page. And there’s the Reflections post and the annual #atozchallenge Road Trip will kick off soon!

 

Posted in Blogging from A to Z 2016, Blogging from A toZ April Challenge, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Sexuality and Erotica, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

“You Might Not Believe This”: Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty – Five

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 29, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

I don’t own Enterprise  or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Still using the timeline as it exists. This story takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home, shortly after my previous story, Xenophobia Wasn’t Logical. Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, mid March, 2154.

Trip, drunk and all alone in the Everglades, tries to record a letter to the Cap’n, but memories of T’Pol intrude.To read the complete story-in-progress, now twelve chapters, click the story title. Warning; the story earns its Mature rating; NSFW.

This story is rated R for alcohol and sexual references.

“You Might Not Believe It”

Cap’n –

Not sure how to say this – hell, I haven’t been sober since – well, since it happened. Maybe I won’t be able to talk at all.

Since what happened? Yeah, I can hear you askin’.

Since she ripped my heart out, shredded it, and let my red human blood spill all over those damned sands of hers, that’s what.

You know me an’ desert worlds. Shoulda never let you talk me into goin’ with her. Thought it was about perfect – you wantin’ me to take care of her, help her – the perfect excuse to be alone together.

Well, I took care of her, all right- neither one of us wore a damned stitch of clothing, once I got my tour of engineering. She said we’d been on the damned planet for six hours before we came up for air enough to get dressed and disembark – she’d know, I guess, with that damned computer brain of hers. Probably assessed and rated my performance every time we ‘had sexual relations’ – yeah, that’s exactly how she puts it. Makes it sound real damned romantic, doesn’t it? Like we’re two computer systems interfacin’, or something, with no passion at all….

But it’s not like that, Cap’n. You might not believe it, but she’s the most passionate woman I’ve ever met, let alone made love with. She turned my life and my opinion of what Vulcans are on its ear- she walked right into my soul and set up camp there.

Thing is, I love her. Not just a little – with everything I am. Know how I took you to that jazz club you hated, told you I met the most beautiful woman in the universe there, only I didn’t exactly meet her?

Well – surprise, surprise – it was her. Betcha didn’t see that one comin’ did ya? Yup – me an’ T’Pol – we shared something that night, somethin’ I don’t even pretend to understand – but there’s no mistakin’ what it did to me.

How the hell stupid am I, to think it did somethin’ to her, too? Shoulda listened when she told me that she was just ‘exploring human sexuality’. Shoulda known it was too good, and a helluva lot too illogical, to last. She got what she wanted, whatever the hell that was, and now – well, now she’s married to him – and where the hell does that leave me?

Out here in the Glades, all alone, wishin’ I could scratch her itchy back – did you know her back itches, constantly, that she sits there on the Bridge all day, repressin’ it – that and bein’ chilly, cause we keep things about 25 degrees cooler than what’s room temperature, to her? No, betcha she never said a word – doesn’t want anyone to know she’s uncomfortable

Can almost feel her fingers on me – oh damn, those fingers. There’s another one you wouldn’t believe. Helluva sexy woman, and I’ve seen you lookin’ – you, and Malcolm, and even Travis – god knows, I loved gettin’ all tangled up with that body, in that body- but you’re all missing the sexiest part of her, right there in the open on the ends of her hands. Do you have any idea how sensitive those fingers are? How much she feels through them? What I can do to her – aww, hell – just by touching them? What she can do to me with them?

Do ya know why Vulcans don’t wanna shake hands with us, Cap’n? Why they use a numbing agent on their fingertips if they think they might have to touch us?

Well, I do. And I understand.…damn, if only her fingers were here now –

Oh, hell. Sorry about that – guess you can tell I kinda forgot what I was doin’ here- well, I’m not sending ANYONE this letter- gonna try ta either sleep it off or, better yet, get drunk all over again…

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For an added treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.

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Xenophobia Wasn’t Logical: Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty – Four

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 28, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

I don’t own Enterprise  or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Still using the timeline as it exists. This story takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home, immediately after my previous story, Wrong. Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, mid March, 2154.

TLes writes a letter to her daughter T’Pol to express her concerns and regrets regarding T’Pol’s recently formalized arranged marriage. To read the complete story-in-progress, now eleven chapters, click the story title. Please be aware that the story deserves its mature rating, as it contains sexual content and references to drug and alcohol abuse.

This story is rated R for references to sexuality.

Xenophobia Wasn’t Logical

(390 words)

T’Les saved the correspondence, then sat before her candle. The events of the last week had left her too agitated. The lingering odors of the frenzied couplings reminded her of the Burning times with her husband, and made meditation impossible. Perhaps she should neutralize the mating-scent and restore T’Pol’s room to order, but she resisted the thought. She had instigated the chaos with her own insistence that her daughter fulfill a familial obligation that interfered with her own nature. What right had she to erase any evidence of the results of her own actions and assumptions?

T’Les watched her flame, and remembered.

T’Pol was conceived in flame. Perhaps that was why she was so drawn to it as an infant. She had moved so swiftly, thrusting her small paired fingers into the flame as though she wished to share intimacies with it. She’d been so silent and still, only the odor of  her burning flesh had alerted T’Les to open her eyes and see what the baby had done.

T’Pol had shrieked out her rage when T’Les pulled her away, and had struggled fiercely to reclaim that which could destroy her.

As the flame had compelled her in infancy, the alien man had compelled her as a woman. T’Les felt the pull between them from the first moment; when they thrust their fingers together into the flame, she knew.

They were bound.

Commander Tucker hadn’t been destructive. It was her own assumptions, her own illogical xenophobia, that had fractured her only child’s katra.

“I am bereft, Mother.” Those were the last words T’Pol had spoken. T’Les had searched for a meaning for the Terran word. It had no Vulcan equivalent. When she had read enough to have some understanding, it was already too late. T’Pol was gone, the marriage was formalized, and her nascent bond with Commander Tucker was in danger of collapsing.

Could T’Pol survive, if it did? Would she choose death, rather than healing?

When Solnat had died, T’Les had wanted to die, as well. She had told Commander Tucker that they had shared a deep connection. She hadn’t told him about the bond; she hadn’t thought then that a human could understand either the concept or the reality.

Xenophobia wasn’t logical. Perhaps a human couldn’t understand, but that didn’t mean that no human could be bound.

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For an added treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.

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Pain that Didn’t Show: Sea Changes (Kifo Island Chronicles Volume 1) for WIPpet Wednesday

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.We’re led by the capable fingers and nimble mind of Emily Witt. 

Wednesday again, already?! *blinks and stares around in bemusement*

It’s been a whirlwind of a last week to week and a half. I feel like time just kind of whizzed away…lots happening in my outer, inner, and fictional worlds, this week. It would take more space than this to go into the details, and it would slow down the getting on with things…

Toward that end, I’m going to dive right with another snippet from Donovan Nash‘s opening scene in Sea Changes.

Donovan is one of my favorite Kifo Island characters. He had a major supporting role in both of my previously drafted Kifo stories. Now, he gets his own (well, shared with Karina, and maybe Ava, but still, he’s finally the star he was always meant to be!)

For those who’ve forgotten, or are new to this story, here’s the premise:

In advocating for a dying girl seeking emancipation from controlling parents, can an overburdened young woman and a lonely young man find a future together?

Note:

This passage is NaNo rough. My plan is to begin creating a revision plan within the next few months. That said, any input is gratefully accepted!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is April 27, 2016
  • I‘ve got thirteen sentences today; I added the digits of the month and the day (4+2=7=13).

Donovan and Ava are getting acquainted as a prelude to a possible working relationship. Here, we learn more about Ava’s reasons for coming alone to Kifo. She’s mentioned that her parents had her in treatment most of the last few years, “for her own good”. We pick up from there, adding last week’s final sentence to the beginning for context.

Pain That Didn’t Show

I’m dying. There’s no amount of chemo or radiation that’s going to change that. All it can do is take away any freedom I have, any days when I feel even a little bit good. It kept me chained to the hospital, and usually to my bed. It made my parents feel like they had some control – and I honestly think that that matters more to them than how I feel about it, or whether I die without ever really having gotten the chance to live.”

She’d started out so composed that Donovan almost envied her – he had a hard time being so collected, even at twenty-one. But, by the end of her explanation-cum-tirade, she was sniffling, and then, for the second time in as many hours, Donovan was faced with a sobbing female.

“I’m good at hugs, if you like them.” He opened his arms, but didn’t move any closer to the girl. He wanted to make it absolutely clear that this was her call, and no one else’s.

I do – and I haven’t had very many, for a very long time. Sometimes it seems as though I’ve never had enough hugs, snuggles, cuddles – all the things I heard that kids were supposed to get, but which I really didn’t.”

“Well, I think maybe now’s a good time to start making up for that. Any place that especially hurts?” Donovan had learned that in his first days here – people could have pain that didn’t show.

ls Ava right about her parents?

Can Donovan help her?

What unseen pain does Ava bear?

What’s next?

Some of these questions may be answered – and others will certainly be posed- next week, so be sure to come back then to learn more of Donovan’s story.

To read Donovan’s scene in its entirety, just follow the links:

And now, a friendly reminder:
I know some of you love my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. This month, for the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge, I’m giving in to T’Pol and Trip who are demanding I give them some much-needed attention. You can read them here:

Next week, I’ll share the final three, and, if I can get to it, also a brand new page with links to all the stories! Until then, if those aren’t enough, you can visit my fanfiction.net account, and find extended versions of each story. Yup! After years of dreaming about sharing my passion, and many years more than that of hiding it shame-facedly, my Trek stories are making their way out there in the big wide world! =)

Want more WIPpets? You can find them, and even add your own date-related excerpt if you’re so inclined, by following the little blue froggy from WIPpet to WIPpet to WIPpet!

 

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The Proof is in the Progress: April 27, 2016

Hey there, ROWers and others!

How do you know you’re making progress on your goals?

What does success mean to you?

At the beginning of the month,I was focused on two major writing goals: drafting a 65K novel, and finishing one already four-fifths complete, as my CampNaNoWriMo project, and writing an expanded story to post to fanfiction.net as companions to the vignettes I was posting for the #atozchallenge.

Over the last weeks, though, the fan fiction has risen to dominance. It’s not that I’m not also drafting, but more like a dam I’ve held for over three decades has burst, creating a new flood plain of possibilities I just can’t ignore.

I’m not going to finish these novels this month. Does that mean that I’ve failed at the goal?

Maybe…

But goals are a tool, a means we employ to attain a new objective. The drafting is a step toward the goal of publication. The fan fiction is publication. Not for profit – I don’t want to profit from Star Trek in a monetary sense! – but definitely publication on a larger scale than I’ve dared before.

For me, that’s more important than a specific goal.

It’s success, even if it isn’t exactly what I planned.

What do you think?

Is success meeting a goal exactly, or are goals simply one path to creating something you want in your life?

Writing:

  • Draft A Rising Tide (Kifo Island Chronicles #4) for CampNaNoWriMo. Scene 11/24 in progress; 21,283/~65,000 words. Nothing new; consumed by fanfic. This goal will continue into May.

  • Write or adapt remaining A-Z Boldly Go expansion stories. Moving along here; Trip and T’Pol have lots to say, and they aren’t the shy, retiring type. 24/26;A- X drafted; Y in progress; Z simmering.

Plotting:

  • The IDIC Romance: Complete plot/pinch points for 26 stories stories, as needed to complete writing goal above.

  • Keep eyes open; plan Story A Day May Kifo Island stories, purchase ebook if available before month’s end. (Xavier/Yvette/Zeke may be Tsunamis; Ubunta/Quincette/Aneesha may be The Far Shore.)14/31 in progress. Not sure how much detail I want in the planning; this may be enough.

Revisions:

  • Complete revisions for “Peach Liqueur Love”.

  • The IDIC Romance: Revisions as needed to complete writing goal above. Currently complete through X; 24/26 complete.

Blogging/Social Media:

  • Answer blog comments and make visits, at least every other day. Daily or nearly so.

  • ROW80: Keep visits and updates current; draft, revise, and submit Round Two Sponsor Post. I am finally caught up; sorry that took so long!

  • Blogging From A-Z: Complete all Minioning duties in a timely manner. I, umm, forgot Tuesday. Catching up today, and intend to stay that way!

  • Maintain email at below 333 messages; making good use of folders. No problem here.

  • FanFiction.net: Answer story comments at least twice weekly. 1/2. And a new batch waiting!

Hometending:

  • Homeschool Administration: Complete all pending paperwork. LOI correspondence awaiting final revision pass; Annalise’s IHIP proofed; Jeremiah’s moving through final revision.
  • Continue decluttering/beautification projects; in home and/or yard, five days weekly. Continue making improvements to our home and our quality of life. General maintenance; yardtending (planting, weeding, and raking). 3/5.
  • Go through all online subscriptions; cancel those we no longer need; at least one each week.

Lifetending:

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Plans to take my girl swimming and shopping on Thursday; attended Java’s write-ins and tai chi planned for me. =D

  • NNWM local group: Attend write-ins regularly, and check in on the Facebook group as inspired, submit “Peach Liqueur Love”, and critique as possible for our small crit group. Write in at Denny’s. 1/ 2 current critiques completed; will do the second later this week.
  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Conversations; cuddling; canoodling; Mel Brooks; National Parks; kitten acquisition planning.
  • Complete 1 pending book review. That would be the excellent Slave Again, by Alana Terry. One will break the ice.

Selftending:

  • Write in Abundance, Intentions, and #onegoodcup journals seven times each week. Meditate seven times weekly. Explore one new meditative practice. Journaling 3/7; meditation: 6/7.

  • Tai chi practice: One class and one at-home practice each week.

  • Swim twice, at least 500 meters (10 complete laps at Y pool). 1 /2.

  • Focus on sprints of activity daily (hometending, dancing, tai chi, walking, whatever), and more strenuous activities I enjoy, like swimming and hiking, twice monthly. Hometending sprints, walking;raking. 4/2 strenuous; weeding/planting

Leaps of Faith:

  • Fan fiction stuff: Offer 26 stories at fanfiction.net. 31 /26 stories/chapters.

  • Play with website building. Brief exploration of Weebly’s site.

  • Initial beta reading of Stained by Ashes. Not sure I can get to this during April, which is why it’s here.

  • 2016 Story A Day Prompts: Complete readthrough of book; mark typos; send back; draft review materials (Amazon and blog post); have all completed before April 23 (launch date) Blog post draft awaiting final revisions; I keep forgetting to finish it!

  • New: Read both candidates’ websites prior to Tuesday’s New York primary. 
  • New: Use standing desk one work session 3 days per week. 0/3.

Kait Nolan’s ROW80  –

The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have a Life!

See other participants’ goals updates here!

Because how could I resist these two?

Posted in Blogging from A to Z 2016, Blogging from A toZ April Challenge, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Parenting, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

Wrong: Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty -Three

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 27, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Still using the timeline as it exists. This story takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home, shortly after my previous story, A Vulcan Life; A Vulcan Wife. Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, mid March, 2154.

TLes writes a letter to her daughter T’Pol to express her concerns and regrets regarding T’Pol’s recently formalized arranged marriage. To read the complete story-in-progress, now ten chapters, click the story title.

Wrong

(619 words)

My T’Pol –

Daughter, I’ve meditated on this communication, and still I don’t know how to begin, or how to assist you as you heal. I’m uncertain whether healing is something you are capable of, with the damage you’ve sustained.

I encouraged you to make choices I believed to be logical and beneficial for your future and the continuation of your genetic attributes. However, I lacked certain apparently crucial information, and it’s now evident that my advice wasn’t best suited to your circumstances, and that the logic I employed didn’t account for the specific realities of your life, both those realities of which I was unaware, and those which I illogically wished to alter.

I watched you with your human lover, daughter. Yes, I know that you were intimately and romantically linked with Commander Tucker, prior to the incident that followed your marriage. Perhaps you’re unaware, but the connection between you was palpable. When you brought your lover here, to my home, I considered it a dishonor. That was an illogical and prejudicial determination. He is the first human Ive met, and he has shown me that there is much I assumed about his species that is not as I had thought it to be. When I suggested to this human, this man, that he confess his love for you, he placed your comfort above his own emotions. He chose to sacrifice what you might have created together, rather than cause you any more pain and confusion.

Perhaps it will surprise you, that I wish to speak of love. Such things aren’t relevant in Vulcan marriages. Your deep affection for this human male was alarming, and your new volatility more so. That’s why I urged you to Koss.

I believe now that I was wrong. You’ve changed, T’Pol, in many ways. You belong not only to Vulcan, but to the humans with whom you’ve made your life, and who have accepted you when your duty with them damaged you.

Humans are clearly more open and accepting, than our species. This man honors you in every choice he makes. Against this, what can a Vulcan marriage offer you? Children? Perhaps, I was wrong about that, as well. If you had children with Commander Tucker, they would have two parents to care for them and tend their needs. Would it matter, if others didn’t understand? If I didn’t?

Perhaps it’s too late- Commander Tucker seems to view marriage, as all things, far more emotionally than we do. Perhaps that is at the root of human nature. I know that he’s deeply troubled, daughter, as you are. He’s concerned for your welfare. He didn’t betray your confidence, but demanded, most passionately, that I ‘take good care’ of you.

I’ve failed in doing so. There are things I haven’t shared with you. Perhaps, if I had, you would have chosen differently, rather than putting my career ahead of your needs and desires, or your chosen mate’s. I thought to give you security against the questionable and controversial changes that contributed to my dismissal, and I allowed you to believe that you were the sole cause of my recent difficulties.

There is more to this situation than you know, and more than I will tell you now. You’re ill, and need time and space to recover, if you are able.

This communication is ill-advised. I’ll allow you the space and freedom I didn’t, while you were with me. Perhaps, if you return to Enterprise, you’ll find a path that is beneficial for you, and also for Commander Tucker.

I know you’ve gone to Mount Seleya. I’ll save this letter to give to you at a time when you are more prepared to receive it.

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For an added treat, visit other blogs on the #atozchallenge roster. There is a huge diversity to choose from, and I think that’s something T’Pol would find most agreeable, indeed.

Posted in Blogging from A to Z 2016, Blogging from A toZ April Challenge, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Sexuality and Erotica, Writing in Freedom, Writing Samples

A Vulcan Life; A Vulcan Wife: Boldly Go #atozchallenge Day Twenty -Two

A to Z  – the final blogging frontier…

Captain’s Log: April 26, 2016

These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01),  the first Warp Five capable Terran craft. Humans are now able to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go….

I don’t own Enterprise or her crew. No monetary profit is gained from these stories. I just want to share my passion for these characters and their world.

Still using the timeline as it exists. This story takes place a few weeks after Season Four, Episode 3, Home, concurrently with my previous story, Takin’ a Swan Dive, and immediately following yesterday’s story, “Unsent Letter”Spoilers for “Home”. Approximate time, early to mid March, 2154.

This story is rated PG-13 for underlying sexual themes.

T‘Pol, dealing with the realities of a Vulcan life, and of being a Vulcan wife, feels something she never expected…will it lead to further self destruction? Clicking on the title will take you to the full story, now nine chapters long. It’s deservedly rated Mature, so read at your own risk!

A Vulcan Life, A Vulcan Wife

(651 words)

There was no point in recording a message. There was nothing she could do to make this situation more tenable for Trip.

Or, though there was no logic in it, for herself, either.

She was married to Koss.

“I am a Vulcan wife.” She said the words aloud, in the language of the only man with whom she had shared sexual relations. The man whose emotions had flooded her awareness, and shown her that there was more to such sharing than the simple mechanics of mating.

“A Vulcan wife doesn’t make love; making love isn’t logical.” She knew this to be true; knew it because her initial explorations had led to urges only for the mating act; the penetration and insemination that might have resulted in a child, if she were ready, and if she and Trip had been able to conceive without medical intervention.

It was he who had told her, in no uncertain terms, that there was a reason for the size of the Kama Sutra, for the seemingly illogical diversity and pervasive nature of human sexuality.

It was he who had Awakened her – and he who Awakened her body and her soul to the pleasures of erotic touch, to the slip of fingers over her hip, to lips tangling with her own, teeth nibbling at the tip of her ear, of his tongue –

She moaned softly – and the sound came back from the cliffs and abysses of her homeworld, strangely twisted by the spaces and obstacles and the thin hot air of zenith.

“Maybe I oughta be takin’ a swan dive of my own.”

The thought came to her as though he was standing here beside her on the stone bridge. It was so clear that T’Pol turned, something within her seeming to leap toward –

Nothing. Only the empty air, the empty expanse of desert, open air, rock formations.

She was still alone. Still desolate.

Still bereft.

And, sixteen light-years away from a Vulcan life, a Vulcan wife, so was her Chosen.

“Trip is my mate! Koss is my husband; he will never be my mate!” What impulse led her to scream, to close her fists so tightly that her nails pierced the skin of her palms?

Sudden vertigo dropped her, belly down, on the thin span of the rock bridge, shaking. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Trip was in danger.

She shouldn’t be able to feel him, not when they weren’t touching.

But that thought was wiped away by the danger to her mate. She clutched arms and legs around the rock, couldn’t release the wish that it was him, even in this moment. Following instinct she didn’t understand, T’Pol flung her mind out across the distance, out into the stars, hunting a single silken thread that led to her mate, her Chosen, her human, her Trip.

Staring down into danger, hiding from the pain that wanted to consume him.

The pain she had caused him, with her Vulcan life, with her becoming a Vulcan wife.

“Gators in that water. Bacteria. Copperheads, maybe.” She didn’t understand the nature of the words, but she knew the danger, and the pain, intimately.

Her fault that he hurt so badly he would fling himself into the dark shallow water that held death.

He must not. He’d done nothing to deserve such a death – or any death, now.

But she had.

A copperhead’s fangs sunk into him, pumpin‘ virile poisons into his blood – like trellium in hers?

She must not allow this. What loss, this Vulcan life, as a Vulcan wife? What use had she for either?

T’Pol stared down the two point six three kilometers to the jagged cliffs below, and understanding came, in Trip’s voice, bringing forth her own echoing response.

“Maybe I oughta be takin’ a swan dive of my own.”

If she let go, leapt, there would be no further pain for either of them.

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