A Kiss at Midnight: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Here we are, at the very last tab on this little Advent calendar of mine! As we bid adieu to 2015 (it’s quarter after 6pm here, as I type this), I hope that yours was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others. I hope that The IDIC Romance was maybe a tiny spark of that joy for you, because it certainly has been for me! Over the last few days, T’Pol’s been in my head almost constantly, and she’s been sharing more pieces of her life, demanding that I tell those stories, too…

Which means that she and Trip are likely to be a big part of my joy, in the year to come.

I’m okay with that! =)

Today, I offer you one last rough and imperfect little stone; a continuation, of sorts, on a theme, to carry you forward into a joyous 2016!

And, at midnight, you’ll find three more paragraphs of Jailbreaks, courtesy of Erin Zarro, and Fallon Brown, our resident supernovae of comments and encouragementand one more, just from me, because I appreciate every visit, every like, and every comment. Happy New Year!

Enterprise Advent 31

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any financial gain. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find… a recovery centered in dance, and communion, and fire…and that all important midnight kiss.

Warning: This is a PG-13 post with sexual themes. Proceed at your own discretion.

Advent Kiss

They lived, and remembered, and that was enough to build upon. They danced, and T’Pol’s desire grew, feeling strange after the long vacuum of its absence. She’d wanted nothing, for so long –

“It’s almost midnight,” Hoshi said, softly enough that only T’Pol would hear.

T’Pol stopped dancing; Trip was a step behind, and almost made a prediction of his chosen name. She brushed paired fingers over his cheek, to reassure him that she was well – or well enough. Then she found Jonathan Archer, alone and watching. “We would like to return to Enterprise, Captain.

“You sure you’re ready, pepperpot?”

“Midnight,” came Hoshi’s soft cue, and T’Pol stood on her toes, twisting, and claimed Trip’s lips. She’d intended only a soft caress, but hunger jolted into her bloodstream, and he felt it, and his eyes caught the firelight, like they had the first night they’d mated, when she’d made him her bondmate without knowing what she’d done –

By the time she could release him, they were both breathing in sharp little pants. T’Pol wanted more, wanted to feel him moving within her, with a force that brought a potent pheremone release.

“She’s sure,” Trip said, and his focus stayed on her. “But we, uh – well, that is -”

Odd, this reticence, in a species that devoted so much of its awareness to matters of sexual gratification. Illogical – and human. “It has been too long since we mated,” she clarified, and was aware, as she tugged Trip to the place Hoshi and Phlox had prepared for them, in case she had need of privacy, that a wave of shocked silence was giving way to laughter.

It was some time before there was any further need for words. T’Pol lay with her head on Trip’s chest, aware that the bonfire went on without them, as once the life of the ship had gone on outside their quarters…

Trip’s finger traced her ear, and she shivered into the touch. “Not that I’m complaining in the least, pepperpot – but, are you OK? You feel – different, and that was quite a brazen performance, for someone as private as you are.”

“It was you who told me of the human tradition of bestowing a kiss at midnight of the new year, Trip. I wished only to honor it, and you. However, it has been too long since we mate- made love.”

“It was a helluva dry spell, I’ll give you that. But I totally lost track of time – how’d you know it was New Year’s Eve?”

“In your parlance, Trip, it could perhaps be said that ‘a little Kiral told me’.”

“Then I’ll have to thank her -” Trip’s fingers danced along her neck, and T’Pol trembled with new wanting.

“Later,” she said, and gave herself to life, and her bondmate.

Is T’Pol really doing better?

What is it she’s recovering from?

Will they return to Enterprise?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy!

 A note – this story, and yesterday‘s, will both update on January 2 to allow time for comments…

And remember that there will be three New Year’s gift paragraphs waiting here at midnight, local time (about 3 and a half hours from the time this post goes live)! Happy 2016 to each and every one of you!

Need more IDIC Romance Advent stories?


    • They really are amazing to play with! Had a revelation about T’Pol last night, and it’s the key to the story I’ve been trying to revise for months, so stay tuned! =)

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