A to Z – the final blogging frontier…
Captain’s Log: April 11, 2016
Timeline image note: Aeon Timeline is sending me a complimentary license (a couple of others using Windows have experienced this issue, but not enough to figure out what’s gone wrong. But their days and mine don’t quite line up, and I haven’t yet received the license…so, here’s the scoop: This story follows shortly after Of Guns and Packages, approximately January 8, 2154.
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), h 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.
Trip and T’Pol are inter-species lovers, and Trip’s getting the idea they both might be in over their heads. When the suddenly irrational captain confines T’Pol to quarters, under guard, for refusing to comply with an order that would risk Enterprise and her mission to save Earth from the Xindi weapon, Trip goes to see her.
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“We both know he’s endangering the ship, and our mission.” T’Pol didn’t look away, and her eyes were glittering and dilated.
“Damn it, I can’t argue with -” His last word was smothered by hot, lush lips and a tongue that forced itself into his mouth. Anything else he might have said got tangled up in her low moan. Her body crashed hungrily into his. If he’d doubted what she intended for even a second, her arching was proof enough. She was like a bowstring pulled taut and trembling, and her scent was a sudden thick cloud, sharp and salty with minerals that choked out the smoky citrus and floral notes.
Trip’s body responded just about instantly; he was in imminent danger of losing his head. T’Pol was already gone; she always was, when she smelled like this.
They were both panting by the time she let him up for air. She was slick with sweat, and shaking so hard he was afraid to let go of her. Probably no way to shut down this warp core breach in the making, but Trip tried anyway. “Hey, what’s this? Thought you wanted me to stall the Cap’n till Phlox -”
She got hold of his zipper and pulled it down in one swift motion, her breathing ragged. “Too many clothes,” she got out, in a sultry half growl, but there weren’t going to be many more words, at this rate. She burrowed her face in against his shirt and breathed him in deeply, though how she could smell anything past her own scent, he had no idea.
He tried again, lifting his fingers to stroke her sweaty cheek. “T’Pol, we gotta – ”
“Mate.” She tugged his fingers into her hot mouth and sucked hard. Trip groaned. She’d learned fast what turned him on, and she was relentless and motivated. She stared up at him, irises gone into those dilated Vulcan pupils, and then she arched again. There wasn’t room, and she crashed against the window.
That didn’t even slow her down. She yanked him in against her, and started to move. “Mate. Mate. Mate.”
“Shh,” Trip soothed. Damn, she was strong; it wasn’t a good idea to try to resist when she got that look in her glazed eyes. Imminent danger – and he was glad he’d told Chang he needed neuropressure – they had an hour, maybe a little more.
He could only hope that was going to be long enough…
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