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 wanted to get to more WIPpets last week – really, I did.
And then the story took over, and, before I knew it, it was this week, with a new set of WIPpets…and another chance for me to do better…I’m traveling, and so there won’t be quite as much focus for writing – but maybe just enough for reading and commenting on WIPpets!
If I don’t get to you, feel free to lob something reasonably soft and smooth-edged in the general direction of my head…because I really, really don’t want to forget to visit you! =)
Anyway, here we are, back to TnT and their adventure in a little cell…
Last week Trip tried for humor to as a distraction, in, “That Query is Illogical” – only, T’Pol took him seriously. This week, they try to figure stuff out, with a shocking twist or two…
Will Trip put his foot back in his mouth? Will T’Pol finally figure out how to get them out of there? Is there a comfy bed in their future? Read on!
- Today is December 10, 2014.
- My simple math: 11 shortish paragraphs, and one added as a December treat (one shabbos candle; one star; one snowflake; one month to go till 2015, one sharp-eared Vulcan in a cell….your choice!)
“T’Pol, listen – ”
“Yes, Commander?” She turned her head slightly; but her fingers kept delicately probing the edge of the field generator; something I maybe should’ve done when we were first dumped here- except I’d been worried about her, and then she’d pushed me into the wall, and then I’d kissed her, and reality shifted forever, at least for me. But she looked like she was all the way back to duty mode and pure Vulcan logic, with no room left for anything as illogical as inter-species attraction.
“I didn’t mean I was literally in danger of dying if we stay here. Truth is, I was talking to myself, and I had no idea those ears of yours are as sharp as they are beautiful -”
“It would be highly illogical to evolve an ear shape specifically for aesthetic appeal, Trip. Vulcan ears are designed to capture and cup sound in a desert environment, where various factors can make tracking sound and source difficult. They are a survival characteristic; nothing more.”
“Well, they’re a hell of a lot more to me. They’re beautiful, and I want to kiss them and nibble them and whisper things into them that would shock you down to your prim little toes – which I’ll just bet are as sexy as the rest of you…”
T’Pol’s left hand jerked just a little -and caught the edge of the beam. She made a startled little gasp, and shook it before examining it. She didn’t turn around, though.
“Aww, hell, T’Pol. Sorry – I’ve got this habit of needing to figure stuff out. Makes me a pretty damned good engineer – but maybe not the best guy to share a cell with.”
“Does that mean that you do not wish to – ” Damn, she was quivering again, and adding new layers of smell to those already in the little room. “To do the things you said you desired, regarding my ears and toes?”
I laughed. She didn’t have to be even looking at me anymore for me to know she was wearing that confused little frown. “Oh, I want to do them, all right, T’Pol. And more, too. I don’t want to miss so much as a centimeter between them. I want to make those toes of yours curl, and your back arch, and feel you quivering – and damn, woman, why don’t you just order me to shut my damned mouth?”
“Perhaps that is something that engineers and scientists have in common, Trip. I also find- pleasure- in ‘figuring stuff out’. And I find your ears – ” She stopped, still facing the wall, with her head turned so I could get just a little peek of her face. I thought she wasn’t going to finish the sentence, when she added, “fascinating. Your ears – and the rest of you, as well. I can think of no one I would prefer to be locked in a cell with.”
All right, Tucker. Ball’s in your court; don’t blow it. At least she can’t see you picking your jaw up off the floor…
What’s Trip’s next move, here? Will he figure out the tempting little Vulcan lady who keeps shocking him, and herself? Did she hear his jaw hitting the floor?
Come back next week to find out more!