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“Cause for Concern”: #JusJoJan Day Twenty

Welcome to Day Twenty of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “transcendent,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the fourth and final installment of my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner  sequel story. Follow the links below to read previous installments.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

She Belonged Here


Trip spun away again, toward the door.

Please don’t go.” It was a thick, hoarse whisper; that voice she used when she felt more than she could keep inside.

When she was breaking.

That spun him round fast, but not fast enough, apparently, because T’Pol was huddled on the biobed, her knees up to her chin, hugging herself, and new tears streaked her pale face. Her eyes were focused down and away again; she needed privacy –

And she needed him.

What will Trip do next?
Will it be enough?

To read the rest of the chapter, click here, or the icon below!

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“Cause for Concern”: #JusJoJan Day Nineteen

Welcome to Day Nineteen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: “rubbish,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the third installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner  sequel story. Follow the links to read previous installments.

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“Cause for Concern”

If you don’t want me here for this -”

“Haven’t I made it clear that I do?” T’Pol’s unwillingness – or, more likely, inability – to release her mate might indeed become gossip, if anyone else were witness to it, but, to Phlox, it was a positive development. With her ability to contain her emotions depressed by the ravages of trellium -D and the Pa’Naar Syndrome that had already reached the moderate stages, she was compensating by entrusting herself to her mate.

“It’s not that you haven’t made it clear, pepperpot.” Commander Tucker’s voice carried a note Phlox had only heard him use with T’Pol, and only when he was concerned for her. “It’s that I’m worried that your judgment might not exactly be at its best right now. Even without – well, without those injections, it’s been a hell of a day, and you told me yourself you haven’t been getting enough food or sleep. I wouldn’t want you to regret my hearing whatever it is Phlox has to say.”

T’Pol was a most discerning woman. She hadn’t entrusted herself foolishly.

However, both she and the human engineer seemed largely unaware of the depth and significance of the connection they shared. It would be a breach of Vulcan privacy to speak on it, even if Phlox weren’t firmly of the opinion that this was a discovery they deserved the pleasure of making themselves.

What is it that Phlox knows, but Trip and T’Pol don’t?

Will Trip accept that T’Pol truly wants him here?

Is she capable of exercising good judgment?

And what does Phlox have to say?

If you want answers to these questions and more, follow this link or click on the icon below to read more of the story!

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There will be one more installment to wrap up this story, so check back soon! Until then, here’s a little something to tempt you…

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“In the Middle of Sickbay”: #JusJoJan Day Seventeen

Welcome to Day Seventeen of Just Jot It January, where the prompt is: complaint,” used any way we wish. Today, I offer you yet another peek into my fan fiction playground, with the first installment to my A Beagle’s Bedside Manner sequel story, and follows my Day 15 story, “What’s Up, Doc?”

And, as always, standard disclaimer applies. I write these stories for love, not profit. I don’t own the characters or their world. It’s not my fault that they keep whispering stories in my head, and that they demand I write them, is it?

“In the Middle of Sickbay”

“Uh, you sure you want to be hugging up on me like this in the middle of Sickbay, pepperpot?”

T’Pol breathed in the scent of her mate, wondering how she had come to be in his arms. But that question had little relevance; if her memory was to be believed, Phlox had been witness to considerably more intimate contact than this.

“I have no complaint with our current connection, t’hy’la.”

“As indeed you should not. However, it might be more prudent to move to the treatment bay; there will be more privacy there.” Phlox’s voice was calm, but firm. “While this contact is no doubt beneficial for you both, you might prefer to keep it between us.”

“Doc’s right.” Trip was watching her, his concern palpable in his eyes and his scent. “You’re the Captain; and a Vulcan.”

“I am aware of both facts.” She attempted a controlled tone, but her voice emerged in a deeper voice, more suitable to their sexual explorations. Nor had she made any move to separate from her mate.

“Mmn-hmn,” Trip said, with a crooked smile that didn’t erase his worried expression. “You’re aware; but you aren’t going to let me go, either – don’t even waste the time to tell me the logical reasons. Let’s just go ahead and move to somewhere we can pull a curtain between us and anyone who’ d be willing to gossip.” He stood up again, and carried her to the alcove, settling onto a bed with her. “There. Now, do you want me to go while -”

“I do not.” Belatedly, T’Pol realized that Phlox must have called Trip, and that suggested there was some cause for concern. She’d been in the imaging chamber – yes. A scan she’d requested – “Where is Porthos?”

“He’s gone back to his bed. Perhaps, however, he would be more comfortable with you, where he might visit the Ready Room. However, at the moment, it is your condition that must be addressed, Captain.”

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Prosperity is in the Details: November 20, 2016

Hey there!

November is winding down. Today, the 20th, I can claim my NaNoWriMo win, although I’ve still got a few scenes left to finish, so will be adding to my count until that’s done.

This week has been about the details….focused on a few things, with most others taking a back seat. There’s also some “invisible” stuff…a lot of reading, across a wide spectrum of views, particularly as regards politics and policies. It’s not always fun, and it’s sometimes frightening, and some reports are so biased in one direction or another that they aren’t reliable as sources, but still have something to say about the more extreme views.

Knowledge is power. It’s worth knowing what others are thinking and feeling – because it’s impossible to reach any common understanding if we won’t even listen to one another.

Some of us are trying. Others, by appearances, not so much..but maybe I’m wrong. I’d like to be. I’d like to live in a world full of people who are trying to find ways for all to be safe and happy – which has been a tenet of life in our home since our children were small.

But that’s enough philosophy, for now – it’s time for a ROW80 Update.

Note: Only those goals I interacted with during this session are listed. For complete goals lists, follow the links below.

Writing:

  • NaNoWriMo: Complete draft of Tsunamis (KIC#6); 24 Scenes, ~65,000 words. Primary goal. Scene 21/24 in progress; 54,988/~65,000 words). I’ve slowed down; I usually do as I approach the end of a draft. Still making progress, though.

Plotting:

Social Media:

  • Make regular visits to others participating in hops and challenges I’ve joined. This will be a Thursday/Monday focus. Primary goal. Visited current posters to ROW80 thread as of Wednesday evening. Better than I’ve done lately.

  • Interaction: Visit website, blog, ROW80, Albany NNWM, and Yakon Village FB pages; ff.net; Twitter; Instagram; and Pinterest at least weekly, each site. Secondary goal. A better week than I’ve had lately.
  • Continue in situ website design, with a focus on bringing in the various facets of my life in a more cohesive manner. Post one reblog and two snippets each week. This is a Friday/Tuesday focus. Tertiary goal. Getting back to this; posted two snippets: Sea Changes for WIPpet Wednesday, and “Monday Morning Coffee” for #8sunday. Also a bonus #SoCS fanfic post.,,because T’Pol made me do it! The lady with the ears can usually pick up on my slowing down at the end of a draft, and that’s when she finds all kinds of allegedly logical reasons why I should let her use me to tell her stories…personally, I think she just wants the Chief Engineer….

Hometending:

  • Complete resets/reorganizations: study, family room, and porch. Use the 27 Thing Fling for structure/4 each per week. Add in 22 cycles a week for random indoor/outdoor tidying/hometending. Primary goal. (For the week): Study: 4/4; Random inside: 26/22.

  • Personal Administration: Clean, organize, and back up all OneDrive Homeschool, Blogging, and Beta Reading files. Maintain email below 99 messages. Tertiary goal. Wednesday/Saturday focus. I’ve mostly kept it under 99. Calling this a success.

Lifetending:

  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Primary goal. Conversation; television. Homeschool pizza party and GameStop with the kids. Attending a grass-roots political organization meeting later today, followed by a NaNo write-in,

  • NNWM local group: Interact regularly online and in person. Secondary goal. Visited FB page.

Selftending:

  • Journal six times each week. Gradually increase meditation to ten minutes six mornings, and four minutes three evenings. Primary goal. Some….I didn’t really keep count. Maybe 4 and 3, with no evening.

  • Fitness: Get a cumulative total of at least 75 minutes moderate physical activity 5 days weekly, 90 minutes thrice weekly. Secondary goal. 3/5; 2/5; but some activity every day.

Kait Nolan’s ROW80  –

The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have a Life!

ROW Along, or Cheer Us On!
We’re on Facebook!

This seems like a fitting way to close the post, so here you are!

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“What Happened?”: #WordHighJuly for July 4

Welcome to Word-High July, a chance to explore some lovely Filipino words – one each day. Clicking the first link will tell you more about the challenge, and the second includes the word list, so you can play along.

Many of these words deal with specific emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman and a human man seeking common emotional ground. I’m writing 31 sequential flash fiction installments of The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. Read my introductory post, “Hoshi’s Gift”, for more on the characters and the challenge.

I’m still running behind; but I’m still writing and loving it!

Standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, my totally free gift to you!

Disclaimer: These words and photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled “36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine Language. All credits goes to them.

That takes care of the essentials, so on with story #4. The aftermath of a wild night T’Pol scarcely remembers.

If you like this story, stop in at my fanfiction.net page, where you can find many more TnT stories.

“What Happened?”

Rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and mild language

T’Pol awoke to the slow steady music of a human heart, the cool of human skin, and the scent of a human man who had called her tinatinga and ashayam – his special one, as he was hers.

But was this real? Or was she lost in dream, memory, or delusion? There was the residual icefire in her blood – there had been trellium. Logically, she couldn’t trust her own memories while she was affected.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Trip’s arm curved over her hip, fingers tracing an intriguing pattern upon her skin. Fascinating, the way touching her body aroused her ashayam.

My mate.”

“Oh, is that what I am, now?”

T’Pol was uncertain what response he’d find most agreeable. But then Trip chuckled, his fingers drawing her in against him. “You wish to mate,” she whispered.

He snorted; the sudden percussive sound brought an impulse to flinch away that T’Pol repressed.

“Like hell I do!” His hands moved down either side of her spinal ridge, teasing the appropriate neural nodes as he encountered them. T’Pol knew she would never tolerate such intimate touch from any other man, but he’d learned her as well as Enterprise’s engines. “I don’t want to mate with you, pepperpot, or even ‘explore our mutual sexuality.’ What I want more than anything is to make love with you, as sweet and as long as we can manage -” He made a small groaning sound as she arched into him, instinctively offering herself. “But firstlet’s have breakfast in bed -”

“Breakfast – in bed? Why would we choose to do that, rather than go to the Mess Hall?” A tangle of human emotion shivered through the bond, touching the memory of a dream – or, perhaps, reality?

Trip smiled as though there was nothing amiss. “I’m going to love showing you all the logical reasons for doing illogical things, now that I’m your tinatangi, and you’re mine.” He kissed her nose. “But first, I’ve got to visit your head and take a quick shower, then we’ll see about breakfast. Here’s something for you to do while I’m out of targeting range.”

He held the PADD out to her, still smiling, still concerned, his eyes acquiring the same aspect they had when he was assessing his engines. T’Pol would find it agreeable to ease his mind, but she didn’t yet understand the nature of his unease. She took the PADD, and his fingers lingered for an additional four seconds, so that she could brush the backs of hers over them.

“You all right with me being out of reach for five minutes, tinatangi?”

“I am Vulcan, tinatangi. I’m capable of waiting even when I don’t find it agreeable.”

He nodded. “Good. I wait much longer, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

T’Pol watched his retreat, finding  pleasure in his unclothed form marked by their shared intimacies. She had thought he would never again mate with her. She was inclined to join him in the shower, just to prove to herself that he was indeed here, with her, her ashayam, her tinatangi. But there was no logical reason to doubt it, when the scent of their couplings was heavy in the air. Comforted, T’Pol engaged the PADD.

It displayed the menu of Filipino words Hoshi had compiled for them. One was highlighted.

Gunita. A memory or recollection.” There was another folder open; it was labeled  “T’Pol’s Insurance Plan.” Clearly, Trip intended her to study this material, as well, since she’d created no such directory.

The folder contained an order of medical rest leave – for her, and for Trip, as well. The reason was listed as exhaustion, with a notation that they not be disturbed for two days.

The other documents were copies of her commissioning and confidentiality agreements, signed by Captain Archer – last night, at 1918 hours.

T’Pol attempted to recall last night’s events; everything beyond the wholly sensory was inaccessible to her. Clearly, Trip’s human gunita was superior, in this instance. So she took the most logical course of action. She closed her eyes, and simply breathed in their mating- no, their lovemaking. He was her ashayam, her t’hy’la, her tinatangi. He was here. He was hers. She was his.

Trip emerged, wearing only a towel and the proof of her ardor. Before she could become lost in her desires, and his, T’Pol asked, “What happened in the Captain’s Mess last night?”

This round definitely goes to the lady.  There’s some tasteful skin here; be warned.

 

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“You Think I’m Special?”: #WordHighJuly Day 3

Welcome to Word-High Julya chance to explore some lovely Filipino words  – one each day. Clicking the first link will tell you more about the challenge, and the second includes the word list, so you can play along.

Many of these words deal with emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman and a human man seeking common emotional ground…so I’m writing 31 sequential flash fiction installments of The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. My introductory post, “Hoshi’s Gift,” gives more information on the challenge, and these characters. You can find a further, somewhat more revealing account of the dinner party in “Captain’s Table; T’Pol’s Room”, but it’s not “final” – I’m revising older stories.

I got a bit behind with this story; it needed a lot of revision, and I wanted to give you the best story I could. I hope not to remain behind!

By the way, standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, totally free – my gift to you!

Disclaimer: These words and these photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled 36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine Language. All credits goes to them.

That takes care of the essentials, so on with story #3. T’Pol’s timpi seems to have vanished in a rather epic way…and there is a revelation.

If you like this story, stop in at my fanfiction.net page,  where you can find many more TnT stories.

“You Think I’m Special?”

Rated PG-13 for suggestiveness and mild language

Trip Tucker was finally managing to catch his breath. Then reality re-integrated around him and snatched it away again with one distinct thought: This one was going to be damned near impossible to explain to the Cap’n.

That was followed by another. They were in all kinds of trouble here – because here was all tangled up, in their altogether, as his Grandma Tucker used to put it, on the deck plating in the Jon’s private Mess.

He was pretty sure the woman with one pointed ear planted firmly against his chest was still too far gone to have any idea the mess they were in – or the Mess, either, for that matter. No, she was otherwise occupied listening to her favorite music – a human heart that might stop trying to pound its way out of his chest sometime next week. She wasn’t demanding her “More, more, more,” so she might actually be satisfied.

Trip brushed his lips over her rumpled hair. “Better, now?”

T’Pol curled deliciously into him, and tipped her head to study him with wide, warm hazel eyes. She never looked at anyone else this way. “Tinatangi,” she said on a sighing exhalation.

“Huh?” Trip wanted to smack his head for his complete lack of wit. Then again, T’Pol’s kiss swollen lips twitched into the tiniest of smiles, so maybe he wasn’t so witless after all.

Tinatangi. From the Mutually Acceptable Emotional Vocabulary.” Her voice was soft and deeper than usual – her satisfied voice only he got to hear. Made him damned proud, knowing that.

“I don’t remember seeing that one. What’s it mean?”

“Ashayam.” That was a sigh, too. She was giving every indication that she was a very satisfied woman.

Hey, you called me that earlier. It’s Vulcan, right?” Trip couldn’t resist pulling her up onto his body. The damage was already done, after all, and since Jon wasn’t here anymore, maybe he was giving them time before they had to face the fallout of her timpi’s inevitable explosion.

“Yes.” Her paired fingers traced his ear, and now it was him who shivered into her touch.

“You gonna tell me what either one of them mean, or am I supposed to guess?”

“Both mean, ‘special one.’” That tiny smile got a tiny bit bigger. The way it transformed her face was, in a word, fascinating.

“So you think I’m special, do you?” Trip just knew his own grin had to be pretty damned ridiculous. First she’d said she wanted him to come back, then she’d planted a damned passionate kiss on him right in the middle of the corridor. After that, the disastrous dinner that ended here on the deck plating.

“Do you believe you’d be here with me if you weren’t?” All of a sudden, she seemed to realize where they were. She tensed up. “My altered status has caused you considerable difficulty, ashayam.”

She started to get up, but Trip tightened his arms around her. “Please don’t go yet.” He couldn’t hold her by force, and he wouldn’t want to, anyway, but she stopped. Still tense, though. “We’re here together, tinatangi.”

That brought her head up, and her eyes zeroed in on him, her lips parting slightly as her breath caught. Damn, but she was beautiful like this. “That’s right. I think you’re pretty special, too. You know you’re not the only woman I’ve ever been with, but I hope to hell that you’re the last one, because I can’t imagine feeling about anyone else the way I do about you, pepperpot – or should I say ashayam?”

She leaned in to kiss him again – sweet and slow. It was apparently exactly what he should have said – because it was another two and a half hours before they managed to stagger out of the Captain’s Mess. They didn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still in a mess. It just didn’t bother Trip that much, right now. Something big had shifted between them, and, instead of worrying about it, they went back to her quarters to fall asleep in one another’s arms.

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Very Specific Limitations: #WordHighJuly Day Two

Welcome to Word-High July, a chance to explore some lovely Filipino words – one each day. Clicking the first link will tell you more about the challenge, and the second includes the word list, so you can play along.

If you’ve poked around this blog, it might not surprise you that this challenge led me once again to my favorite fandom.

Many of these words deal with specific emotional states in concrete terms…perfect for a Vulcan woman desperately trying to understand what she feels for a human man named Trip…so I’m writing Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction. Let’s see if T’Pol and Trip can use these lovely words to find common emotional ground, in 31 sequential flash fiction installments of The IDIC Romance. My introductory post, Hoshi’s Gift, gives more information on the challenge, and these characters.

By the way, standard disclaimers apply. I don’t own the characters, but they certainly like putting stories in my head. I write fan fiction for passion and joy, not money, to share what I love about this inter-species couple. My fan fiction has always been, and ever shall be, totally free – my gift to you!

Disclaimer: These words and these photos are from a lovely article by BuzzFeed titled 36 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The Philippine LanguageAll credits goes to them.

That takes care of the essentials, so on with story #2. Trip’s feeling playful, and testing T’Pol’s capacity for self-control…

If you like this story, stop in at my fanfiction.net page, where you can find many more TnT stories.

Very Specific Limitations

“Oh, pepperpot. Now you are going to love this one!”

Based upon his effusiveness, and the note in his scent and expression that T’Pol most connected to the English word “mischievous,” her ashayam found this word humorous as applied to her, and was now anticipating the play to follow.

He tried to “wait her out” by climbing up to the second level of Engineering. T’Pol followed. Being away from him was unaccountably difficult after his time on Columbia. She was vulnerable in her need for him. It was unsettling.

Vulcans only played purposefully, but she had learned a different manner of play. With soap bubbles, with words, and in other ways that pleased her – and Trip. Remaining silent when she wished to learn an answer delighted him. She didn’t understand why, but she was a scientist. Understanding wasn’t necessary to utilize it to her advantage.

“I know you’re watching me, you know.” He half-turned from the console. T’Pol chose not to deny it, or to speak. He sighed, and offered her the PADD. “I ought to know by now that you can out-stubborn just about anybody.”  As she took the device, his fingers brushed lightly over the backs of hers in a fashion that wouldn’t attract attention from the two other crewmembers on this level.

“Thank you,” she said, as their telepathic current renewed and deepened. It required a great deal of touch to nurture a pairbond. Current circumstances kept her wanting more than was feasible until the crew was back at full operational capacity. She focused on the PADD’s display as distraction, reading aloud.

“’Timpi: to control one’s self.’”

“That’s you, pepperpot. Self-controlled from those gorgeous pointy ears right down to those pretty boots.”

T’Pol handed the PADD back to her ashayam without comment. Did he truly still believe that, when she’d been compelled to kiss him in the corridor, where anyone might see? If he did, how was she to explain that, for her, timpi had very specific limitations?

“Hey, you didn’t give me a five minute lecture on the virtues of timpi. And you’re tense. What’s wrong?”

“There is something we must discuss, Trip.” Had she intended to speak, or was she prompted by uncontrolled instinct?

He turned to face her, and rested one hip against the console. “Okay, shoot.”

If he were a Vulcan, there’d be no need to discuss the realities of her limitations where timpi was concerned, or the ways it would affect him, as her bondmate.

“Not here, or while we’re on duty.” She swallowed. “It’s a deeply intimate subject.” She couldn’t withhold this truth from him. His willing participation, and his ability to meet her when she was utterly without control, would eventually become vital to her survival, and possibly his own.

He accepted the light ouz’hesta she offered him, squeezing her fingers. “Phlox said we’ll get a few days’ rest leave once the Cap’n’s fit for duty again. Can it wait until then, or should we find ourselves suddenly in need of food?” He narrowed his eyes to study her, his fingers steady against her own, which trembled with the need for more touch. “Or neuropressure?”

“I didn’t mean to concern you, Trip. It isn’t yet urgent.”

“You’re sure? After I was idiotic enough to walk away-”

“If it were a matter of immediacy, I’d seek direct resolution. At the moment, I’m capable of timpi – within reason, ashayam, and only so long as I can be near you frequently.”

“Well, I’ve got to tell you, pepperpot – I’m just fine with you needin’ to be close to me. Only thing I’d like more is if we could get really close for a while and forget all about timpi.” His grin was the one that made his eyes glitter.

T’Pol breathed in the scent of human desire, and held tightly to her self-control. She must resist the urge to carry her mate off to do exactly as he suggested, for perhaps far longer than he imagined possible.

Note: This video shows some skin. Tastefully  and artfully, but, if that’s not your thing, you might prefer to skip it.