Posted in Blogfest Entries, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Just for Fun!, Just Jot it January, Life Writing, Sexuality and Erotica, Stream of Consciousness Saturday

SoCS and JusJoJan Day 31: Dance Lessons?

SoCS and JusJoJan Day 31: Dance Lessons?

Merrily Down the Stream…

Today’s SoCS post is “scene/seen”. It reminded me of Annalise, who, at about 5, was often an imaginary animal known as a Seen. It hid a lot, and, when spotted, gave a startled, big-eyed stare.

There’s no Seen in this story, but there’s dancing – allegedly, anyway. It takes place shortly after the events in my story “Inter-Species Relations” – in Star Trek: Enterprise series canon, after the episode “Bound”. You don’t need to have read or watch those, to understand this. I did edit a bit for length and clarity – couldn’t help myself! =D

Disclaimer: Archer, 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!


**Big Ole SPOILER ALERT for all kindsa stuff!**

Captain Jonathan Archer paced Enterprise‘s corridors – nearly deserted, as everyone dealt with the aftereffects of the womens’ too-potent pheremones. Well, everyone but T’Pol and Trip. Vulcan physiology had worked in the first officer’s favor, this time. But Trip – Trip usually found trouble faster and better than anyone else in the crew. How he’d managed to slip by this time…

Did it have to do with T’Pol?

And why did that make him feel jealous, even to think about?

Because you still want her, Jon. You might even love her.

He remembered her on the Forge, calmly telling him she’d had an enormous, carnivorous pet as a child, and her defensive, “You have Porthos.” Just like her, to compare a sehlat – the most ferocious predator Jon had seen on any world he’d been on yet – to his gentle little beagle.

She was pretty damned ferocious, herself, these days. All those emotions trellium-D had loosed in her, emotions she now had to live with – she was turning them into tools, or sometimes weapons, like bladed Vulcan lirpa. She’d clutched her dying mother ferociously, struggling to hold back her tears – and, when she failed, it had gone straight to his soul to see how fiercely she sobbed, and how fast she yanked herself back to business; back to trying to protect him.

She was the strongest, smartest, stubbornnest, and most sensual woman he’d ever known.

“It’s just sexual frustration, Jon,” he told himself for the fourth time. “Phlox said to expect it. “

But he knew it was more, and had been for a long time now.

He sighed and stopped at the nearest interface. “Computer. Isolate and locate Commander T’Pol.” The only way he was going to get any peace was by talking to her, getting it all out in the open. And maybe – she was hard to read, but he thought, maybe –

The computer showed him the only Vulcan biosign on the ship. She was in the Conference Room; he knew she went there sometimes, to be alone. Perfect. Better than trying to sneak into her quarters without being seen, and having her tell him again that her neighbors were discreet. He’d never dared ask her how she knew. He was disturbed by the implications.

He didn’t announce himself. He wanted to see the first expression on her face when he came in – if there was a clue, that’s when he would see it – before she had a chance to suppress it. A small window, and one he’ lose if she knew he was there before the door opened…

It seemed to take forever-

“T’Pol, I – ” Whatever he had been going to say was lost as he began to absorb the scene. “What the hell-?”

Slowly, two heads – one blonde, one dark – separated, and turned to him. Hazel eyes and blue, seeming to be somewhere else, looked at him, but he wasn’t sure they really saw him at all. Trip had an arm slung low over T’Pol’s back, his hand casually curving over her hip. One of her hands was against the side of Trip’s face.

They were melding.

“Dance lesson, Cap’n,” Trip said, with a little shrug. He didn’t let her go. T’Pol rested her head against his chest, but didn’t drop her hand. Jon thought she looked very comfortable. They both did. “Apparently, I’m a lousy teacher any other way.”

“No music,” Jon said stupidly.

“All in my head.” T’Pol’s eyes were eloquent. “What did you want, Cap’n? Lady wants to learn to dance.”

Jon couldn’t say it, not in front of Trip. Was this just a dance lesson between friends, or something more? Was that why Trip was immune, because T’Pol was melding with him? She’d been afraid to try it with Hoshi, but she seemed very relaxed now. How long had they been doing this?

It was none of his business.

And he was jealous as hell. He would’ve happily taught her to dance – if he knew how.

“Lots of ways to dance without being so – “

“So what?” Leave it to her not to understand.

“So close together.”

“We must be close enough to meld.”

Logical. He should’ve known she’d have a logical reason even for this. Was it that innocent?

“Did you require something of me, Captain?”

“What? I – uhh – ” Jon grabbed for an excuse for walking in on whatever the hell this was that looked like way more than a dance lesson. “Dinner. I wanted to invite you – both – to dinner tonight.”

“I planned to pass the evening in meditation.”

“I haven’t really unpacked yet.”

“I can make it an order, Commanders. Dinner. Captain’s Table. 1900 hours. No excuses.” He started to turn away, then spun back – hoping to catch them at something, or hoping not to?

They looked back innocently. T’Pol’s hand was still right where it had been.

They were waiting for him to leave, so they could be alone.

“And, Commanders?”

“Sir?”

“There’s no dancing during dinner.” But, he thought, as he got out with something like dignity, there would be some answers to what was going on between his First Officer and his Chief Engineer.

You can find more JusJoJan here, and more SoCS here!

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Posted in Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, Story a Day May Challenge, WIPpet Wednesday

WIPpet Wednesday: “Kroykah?”

 

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

Ever feel like you’re riding high, on top of everything, and then – splat! – something topples you back to Earth with a rude and teeth-jarring jolt?

I shut down and restarted my laptop yesterday – and, when I pulled up my Scrivener project to work on revisions for upcoming WIPpets – Tigress T’Pol was gone. Every other story seems to be just fine; but this one is missing – from the binder, and from my Dropbox files. It’s not in my Recycle Bin either- it’s as though it never existed!

So, where I thought I was ready to edit the next several WIPpets, I’ll be re-creating them, instead. It’s not a huge deal; I know what direction I was taking, and the original version is still on my Story-a-Day blog, and I have all the edits up to this point in previous posts. Some of them changed as I was posting, so it’s more up-to-date than the Scrivener file.

There’s a good chance that the new ending will be better than the edits would have been, so this may turn out to have been one of those annoying-but-ultimately positive things. Still, though, I’d love the opinion of a certain Chief Engineer….oh, wait – he’s got his arms extremely full of the Science Officer right now…and they’re both a little busy…

In other news, I had the honor of sharing fellow WIPpeteer Amy Mitchell’s cover reveal and book goodies on Monday. I can’t wait to find out more about Phin and Alex and the sizzling going on between them….!

And one last tidbit before we go back to spying on the interspecies hanky-panky in the cell. I’m taking an online course at FutureLearn Shakespeare and His World. It’s for fun, and also research for Chameleon’s Dish, which will be returning after we reach the end of this story and find out if Trip and T’Pol ever get out of that Suliban lockup, and if Trip manages to practice chivalry with a Vulcan woman who doesn’t quite grasp the concept…

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another 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.

For those keeping track:

This is the fourteenth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

Disclaimer: 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!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is October 1, 2014.
  • 18 sentences for the day, (10+1+2+0+1+4=18)

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I’ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Fierce Impact. Trip is trying to help T’Pol regain her control, while she seems to have another goal entirely…

Kroykah?” Mercifully, T’Pol stopped moving as she echoed my word, and let go of my fingers, the plasma-current of sharing cutting off almost painfully. “Don’t you desire me?”

She was still flushed and quivering, and her heart beat against my belly, impossibly strong and fast, like she had a hummingbird Godzilla trapped inside her. Her voice was breathily husky, her eyes wide and dilated, but her tone and the almost pleading way she looked at me reminded me of Lizzie when she was little and had gotten in trouble without understanding what she’d done wrong. Damn, was there something twisted in T’Pol reminding me of my baby sister while she was straddling me and still looking so deliciously frenzied?

Instead of thinking about that, I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose, hoping it wasn’t some Vulcan erogenous zone that would get us right back into trouble again. “Oh, woman, I desire all kinds of things. I’m pretty sure you can feel that for yourself.” She wasn’t moving, anymore, but she was still laying on me; no way she couldn’t tell just how aroused I was. ”But you – you didn’t expect to react this way, did you? It -” I tried to figure out how to say what I’d felt, in the sharing. “It seemed like you were overwhelmed and scared and fighting yourself- and that’s not the way I wanna do this, if we do it.”

T’Pol was coming back to herself, but her eyes were flinching again, focusing on my chin, then somewhere on the wall behind my head, then back, as though she was afraid to really look at me. “Did I – injure you?” It was haardly even a whisper.

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

 

 

 

What will T’Pol say? Will she try to pretend nothing happened? Does Trip get to taste his boot again? Find out what’s going on with the unexpected Vulcan in his life? Will T’Pol let him get up, or keep him on the floor a while?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. 😉

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Just for Fun!, Life Writing

C and C Bonus Cuppa: The Underrated Treasures Blog Hop

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while. It’s time for Coffee and Conversation.

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me.

I wanted to know what those lives were, and to share my own..

Do you like to hop? Do you like discovering new treasures? Well, you’re in luck, today!

I love blog hops, because they introduce me to new people I might not otherwise meet, and often challenge me to look at my life in new ways. So, today, as a Coffee and Conversation bonus, I’m participating in Alex J. Cavanaugh‘s Underrated Treasures Blog Hop.

 

 

The objective here is to share a favorite, underrated movie, band/artist, TV Show, and/or book.

I’m going to fill the cuppa up to the brim on this one, so there’ll be no need for a half-full/half-empty philosophical debate!

  • First up, my movie pick: Head.

Yes, I hear you snickering, and looking for an X rating on this post. In the days of video stores, I got that same look, every time I tried to track it down.

But it’s not like that.

Head is the Monkees movie, and its not erotica, but psychedelia. It’s a wild romp with a liberal dosing of absurd social commentary thrown in. It’s 1968, in a movie, with the same goofy, off-the-wall humor of The Monkees, made -BIGGER! And it begs the question:

“Who writes this stuff?”

Check out 4:54; 8;15; and 9:33!

  • And now, the band/artist category.

I’m going international since Scotland’s been in the news this week, I offer you the jewel of Gizzen Briggs – a youth group which travels the world. Why not have a listen?

My Accomplice in Mischief and I saw them in Gardiner, Montana, just outside the East Gate of Yellowstone National Park. We were about to have a baby, and money was tight, but I was impressed enough to buy their CD, Turas Eile. It was June of 2001 – I might not remember the year, except that I was being pounded from within by my oldest child, who apparently really, REALLY enjoyed Scottish music in utero.

  • OK, back to these United States, for my book selection.

Most people know who Charles Lindbergh was, and the Lindbergh baby abduction has almost attained legendary status amongst unsolved crimes. But did you know that the Lindberghs had five more children? Did you know that Anne Morrow Lindbergh was a writer and a poet, in addition to being the wife of a famous aviator?

Me, by the Atlantic, in 2007. Photo credit: Eden Mabee.

I bought Gift From the Sea for a dollar at a garage sale in my early 20s, and it profoundly affected the way I saw myself as a woman and as a writer. Yes, it was written in 1955, over a decade before I was born, but there is a quiet, contemplative wisdom held in its pages. It’s a little like Walden, a little bit A Room of One’s Own, and entirely a celebration of nature, simplicity, and creativity. I just bought my Kindle copy, and I’m looking forward to settling back with this treasure, which has been a gift indeed, to me.

  • And, so here we come, to my favorite underrated television show: Star Trek: Enterprise, Yes, I went a bit out of order, but, since my show goes way off the beaten path…

Enterprise is a prequel, and space exploration was still new for humans. Enterprise NX-01 is the prototype Warp 5 ship, which can go to ‘Neptune and back in six minutes’; the first ship able to make long-range explorations, after nearly a hundred years of an uneasy alliance with the Vulcans, Starfleet is new, and there is no Prime Directive, no Federation of Planets.

It’s got some of the best elements of the original series and The Next Generation. It has Scott Bakula, and a beagle named Porthos. We get to meet the Klingons, the Andorians, the Tellarites, and the Orions, Doctor Soong, and watch the crew eye their brand-new transporter with a combination of fascination and dread… it tackles social issues in the best Trek fashion – and it’s funnier and sexier than any of the other series (thanks, cable!).

Those are good reasons, but I really watch it for T’Pol, the Vulcan science officer who was involuntarily assigned for an eight-day mission that changed her life, and Trip Tucker, the Chief Engineer who can’t seem to resist a certain pointy-eared challenge.

If you think you might watch the show (Netflix and Amazon Prime both have it), stop here to avoid spoilers!

Be warned, if you get to the last episode -something went very, very wrong. IMO, they would have done better to have ended it with the second to last episode, which ended in a bittersweet and deeply satisfying moment…

They started out here…

But it wasn’t just a gimmick. The writers, directors, and the actors – Jolene Blalock and Connor Trinneer – skillfully wove a subtext of tension, conflict, and a gradual, stuttering friendship…it took three years to get to here…

Think that was a happy ending? Nope. Another year later, we are here…

Yes! A real, complex relationship on Star Trek, with characters that are flawed, strong, and real – it’s delicious. So delicious, it’s inspired me to write a great deal of fan fiction about these two!

I’ve opened my treasure chest of underrated gems for you to enjoy – now, why not hop over to a few of the other blogs, and see what secret treasures you can find there? Or have a cuppa with me, and tell us about your own unsung favorites!

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Challenges and Contests, Enterprise fan fiction, Flash Fiction Pieces, WIPpet Wednesday, Writing Samples

WIPpet Wednesday: Collision Course

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

Here’s another 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.

For those keeping track:

This is the twelfth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

Disclaimer: 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!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 17, 2014.
  • 17 sentences. Easy-peasy!

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Closing the Gap. Trip’s feeling almost deliriously happy, and T’Pol – well, T’Pol can be rather surprising, not to mention, well, assertive.…to maybe put it mildly.

This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

Between breaths, T’Pol clamped her arms around me, and went up on her tiptoes, bringing her face to mine, lips parted and her hot sweet breath making wordless demands. I tried to pretend she hadn’t just shocked the hell out of me, and that my ribs didn’t feel like they were about to crack with the power of her embrace.

Easy,” I whispered into one of those gorgeous ears of hers, and, when she shuddered and gasped, easing up a little on the Vulcan bear-hug, I brushed my mouth tenderly against hers- damn, but her lips were soft and full and moist, and she tasted maybe better than she smelled. I wanted to kiss her long and deep, and never come up for air, even if she squeezed me to death.

But tenderness apparently wasn’t T’Pol’s cup of tea. She grunted and snaked one hand behind my head, her fingers tugging at my hair. My yelp got smothered by her tongue as it thrust into my mouth, claiming me. Her taste and scent filled me up, made me dizzy and lightheaded. Her other hand clawed its way down my back to my hip; she used it for leverage as she moved in an insistent primal dance that needed no translation. Damn – I felt like my jumpsuit was three sizes too small, all of a sudden; she was relentless, nails digging into my backside, keeping me right where she wanted me.

I’d heard the old cliche about getting lost in someone’s eyes a thousand times, maybe more. This was different – T’Pol’s deep hazel eyes were dilated, passion-glazed, and unblinking. They stared into mine as though there was nothing else in the universe. She was pulling me into her – and I wished she’d look at me this way forever.

Suddenly, her leg hooked behind mine. I struggled, trying to avoid falling, but she held onto me, going down on one knee, somehow supporting my weight, then pressing me back against the floor, her mouth never releasing mine, her hand still cradling the back of my head. A hell of a lot faster than I could react, she was straddling me, her breasts crushed against my chest, her eyes holding me captive, telling me that I was hers, all hers – and then, just when my hands found the firm supple curves of her rear as she ground mercilessly against me, she made a grab for the zipper at my throat.

 

Will Trip get to keep his modesty, or will he surrender to the force that is T’Pol, aroused? Is this the best use of a cell, ever? Is anyone ever coming by to spring them? Would they even want them to, at this point?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. 😉

 

Posted in Blogfest Entries, Flash Fiction Pieces, Life Writing, WIPpet Wednesday

WIPpet Wednesday: When the Limb Breaks…

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

It’s been an odd week for me, so far. Things got thrown a bit out of kilter during my time-traveling, and haven’t quite settled, yet. So I’m still more or less winging it, trying to deal with things and regain my equilibrium.

Kinda like today’s WIPpet. Equilibrium seems to be in short supply for our two canoodling characters, who we left in a rather intense lip-lock…

How about you? Are you feeling balanced, or a little swept away by life or romance or even chaos?

Today’s snippet comes from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploration of the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

Disclaimer: 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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the seventh installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 20, 2014.
  • 20 sentences, nice and simple.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, The Happiest Human on Rigel 10. Trip and T’Pol, together in a cell, have succumbed to the temptation to explore their mutual attraction…but just how far will this go?

This 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 let go of my uniform, wriggled her hand free; her trembling index and middle fingers uncurling and drifting in the air just above my shoulder, then tracing the path down my arm to my hand. Her pupils were so dilated, her eyes seemed almost black, pulling me in, begging me wordlessly to touch my fingertips to hers. I fumbled my fingers into a matching position, and hers found them with the force of a diamagnetic pull ,sizzling from our joined fingertips, into my arm, through my whole body, like a tiny line of plasma fire. T’Pol shuddered, moaning her urgent breath into my mouth, and I could feel her; feel the same fire moving through her, through us both, together, pulling us closer, somehow, than our bodies could get –

Desire swallowed us whole, and we were sliding down the wall, bodies straining and frantic, when T’Pol pulled her mouth a little away, and whispered something in Vulcan.

Huh?”

Kroykah,” she panted, and her eyes were wild with something I didn’t understand any more than the Vulcan word. T’Pol swallowed, hard, and stared at me, as though she had to remember how to say it in English. “S-Stop,” she stuttered, even though her body was still getting all tangled up in mine.

Aww, hell…” I gritted my teeth and wished for a second that I wasn’t a gentleman as I let go of her, trying valiantly to convince my bloodflow to shift so I could actually think. T’Pol stiffened and took a half step backwards, watching me with impossibly wide, glittering eyes. “I’m sorry, Subcommander. I was way out of line. It won’t happen again.” What the hell had I been thinking, anyway, kissing T’Pol -our damned Vulcan “chaperone”? Usually, my problem with women was that I was too shy; with T’Pol, I didn’t seem to know when to stop.

“You’ve done nothing wrong.” Her voice was soft and hesitant; her gaze darted up almost to my eyes, then jerked away, like she maybe was afraid to look at me, now. “It’s I who should apologize for my – atypical – lapse of control.”

What happened to break that limb trip was out on, and spook T’Pol? Will Trip be able to recover? Will she? And how long are they going to be locked in this cell, and do they really even care, anymore?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. 😉

Posted in Flash Fiction Pieces, Life Writing, WIPpet Wednesday

WIPpet Wednesday: The Happiest Human on Rigel 10

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

I don’t have much to say today, except that I’m in a pondering place, with thoughts and images and emotions aswirl, sunlight and shadows blending, and deep things happening…maybe I’ll have more to say next week.

Until then, here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

Disclaimer: 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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the sixth installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 13, 2014.
  • 22 sentences (8+13, for the day and month, for 21, and then adding the one from the year for a total of 22.)

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Let’s be Friends. Trip and T’Pol, imprisoned together, are navigating the turbulent space of human-Vulcan communication when- well, they encounter a different kind of turbulence…

This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

“At least look at me when you lie to me, or can’t you lie to my face like other Vulcans?” Damn, that came out like I was angry with her; could she tell the difference between anger and frustration – would she even care? I put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to get her to turn to me and tell me why she thought she needed to hide from whatever this was between us.

T’Pol surged up, spinning, grabbing a double handful of my jumpsuit, and damned near yanked me clear off the floor before I realize she was moving. She shoved me across the cell, slamming my back against the wall, her eyes glazed and unblinking. She leaned in close, and there was something raw and dangerous in her voice, almost a growl. “Indulging my – interest – in you, and in human entertainments, was a foolish mistake.”

I didn’t answer – hell, I was trying not to breathe, remembering the way she’d touched those Suliban with a single hand, and they’d dropped instantly. What was that she’d said about mastering powerful emotions? What was she planning to do to me? Had that blow to the head, or my badgering, gotten under that thick Vulcan hide of hers, and snapped her control?

I didn’t get to find out. T’Pol gasped, and her hold shifted to clutching as her knees buckled underneath her. I got my arms around her fast, and pulled her close to keep her from falling. She was staring at me the same way she had that night at Fusion. Her lips parted, and a soft sighing sound came from them, and I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. And then, somehow, I was kissing her, her mouth first still and soft against mine, her eyes wide with surprise- and then she was kissing me back, first tentatively, then almost aggressively, nipping and darting out her tongue.

Her mouth was hot, and she tasted of exotic, spicy things I didn’t have names for…she tasted and kissed like no one I’d ever been with, and her eyes stayed open, holding my gaze so that I couldn’t close my own. She caught my head forcefully with one hand, fingers tangling into my hair, and pressed her hot quivering body tightly against me – no way in hell to hide the effect she was having on me now. But T’Pol groaned – a soft, hungry, almost animal sound, and seemed to be trying to wriggle even closer. I inhaled the scent that wafted up from her – smoky, citrusy, and wild – damn, how could she smell so good after hours on this gritty planet?

For a minute or two, I was the happiest human on Rigel 10. I was kissing T’Pol the way I’d wanted to since the first time I saw her, and she was kissing me back with absolute abandon, as if she’d been starved for this.

 

Where will this kiss lead? Should we be averting our eyes? Is Trip about to satisfy his curiosity about Vulcan mating protocols? Is either one of them thinking about escaping, or their mission? Why does T’Pol smell so good?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’ll be expanding in 2015, so your input is always valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. 😉

 

 

Posted in Life Writing, Sunday Sampler, Writing in Freedom

Welcome to My Sunday Summary August 10, 2014

Blogging from wherever life takes me…like Pinewood Lodge in Plymouth, MA.

A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, in my little corner of the blogosphere

Notice anything different?

Since June, I’ve been participating in the Sunday Post meme, as an experiment. I like the format; it’s a tidy recap of my week just past, and a little preview of what the week just beginning will hold.

However, the meme just isn’t a very good fit for me, personally. It’s geared toward book blogs; I’m interested in blogging about – well, life. It’s not that I have a problem with book blogs, but, personally, I would rather read books and write books than spend all of my blogging time blogging about books.

So I’ve decided to drop my participation in the meme, and, over the next weeks, I’ll be adapting this space into something that’s a better fit for my own life…won’t you come along and explore with me?

Who needs a window when a deck is this lovely?

Recently at shanjeniah:

Welcome to My Sunday Post for August 3, 2014: Writing and revising, Shakespeare outside, feline death, and the rest of life; Amy Mitchell shares deep thoughts with her kids;August McLaughlin

explores whether pretty is a privilege; and I may have shared this video:

Coffee and Conversation:

  • Would You? An internet meme posed the question, “Would you give up the internet for three months, in exchange for three million dollars?” I pass the query along, with my own answer.

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • Let’s be Friends: Trip and T’Pol, held captive by the Suliban for unknown reasons, attempt to get the knack of interspecies communication. Will their mutual attraction be help, or hindrance?

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

ROW80 Updates:

  • A Shakespearean Stretch: In which we enjoy the Bard in a beautiful setting, and I move some goals along their paths to completion.
  • Stretching Into Revisions: In which I get cozy with three fascinating characters I haven’t seen for a while, and do some other things, too.
Lakeside View….soothing and lovely.

What’s Next:

My focus for August and September is on revising my time-travel fantasy novel, Chameleon’s Dish, set in the 1612-13 London area. I’m also drafting another WIP, Perchance to Dream, a Star Trek: TOS/ Enterprise fanfiction novel, and the second half of a duology, And then there’s the ever-present homeschool administration – ’tis the season for masses of reporting and testing requirements.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

And because this is my little piece of Lovely Chaos, and I love pit bulls…

Life Stuff:

  • This week has been a week of writing and revising, getting into state- required homeschool testing, lots of decluttering and hometending…and then there was the Big Thing…
  • Yes, I will be attending the World Sexual Health Day in New York City on September 4! And – and this is the coolest part! – I’m gonna get to meet my friend August McLaughlin live and in person! =D
  • I introduced my 9 year old nephew to Star Trek: Enterprise! It was lots of fun watching him enjoy something he hadn’t known about.

What’s been going on with you lately? So, what are your plans for the coming week?

Triple Exposure, Me, with the lodge behind, the lake through the sliding glass door behind me, and Enterprise on my Kindle.