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Captain’s Log: April 8, 2016
The timeline issue has been resolved, but, as I’m visiting friends this weekend, I’ll have the updated version Monday. Today’s story occurs in late 2153 or early in 2154 – shortly before Valentine’s Day, and the events in A Beagle’s Bedside Manner.
These are the fan fiction voyages of the starship Enterprise (NX-01), 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.
After three years of exploring and arguing, through difficult moments and lighter ones, Trip and T’Pol have become partners in a new way, and embarked upon “private intercultural research” that takes many forms….
If you enjoy today’s story, and want more, click on the title, and find a new frontier – an alternate ending!
Rated PG-13 for mild language and suggestiveness; spoilers for Season Three, Episode 15–: “Harbinger”.
“Damn, woman, you’ve got amazing guns.” Trip flopped down on the floor, knowing he should close out the form, but too damned exhausted to care. He may have been doing this years longer, but he was no match for her Vulcan strength and endurance.
T’Pol held her Single Whip with purposeful grace, then flowed into Cloud Hands like cooling lava, or a gentle tide, stretching each movement out. She didn’t look like someone who’d learned the form only three hours ago. Of course, she’d been doing it ever since, and she could probably go another three hours, easy. She’d been good when she started; now, Trip bet anyone who didn’t know better would think she was born doing tai chi. She was dancing very precisely, and very gracefully, in very slow motion.
Trip sat on the padded gym deck, propped against the mirrored wall, and sucked down some water while he admired the spectacular view. Cloud Hands floated back into Single Whip, and her gaze found him in the mirror.
“Do you intend simply to watch, Commander?”
He let her get away with using rank, since they weren’t in his quarters or in the clinches. Yet, anyway.
“You wore me out,” he grinned. “Besides, those amazing guns of yours come in a damned appealing package. Watching is a treat.” If things went his way, though, he was going to get a few “Trips” out of her before the night was through. His favorites were when she sighed it out on ragged breaths, just before she lost the capacity to talk at all.
T’Pol executed a perfect Snake Creeps Down, her leg fully extended, calf nearly brushing the deck as she twisted with perfect control to end facing him. “I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning.”
She shifted into Golden Rooster Stands on Left Leg as though it wasn’t any harder than breathing. She hadn’t so much as broken a sweat. He was sure no one on Earth had ever made tai chi look this good, or this effortless.
“My meaning? You’ve lost me.”
“You used the words ‘guns’ and ‘package’ as though you intended them to mean something other than their typical applications.”
Trip groaned as he sorted through that mouthful; he was going to end up with a brain as tired as his body before she was done with him. “Sometimes, it’s a workout just having a conversation with you.”
T’Pol lowered her right leg and lifted the left. “I often find our interactions similarly challenging. “However, you haven’t clarified the particular idiomatic expressions you employed.”
“When did I have a chance?”
She surprised him by dropping the form and coming to stand directly in front of him, her hands tucked behind her. Her just bet they were starting to tremble. “You have a chance, now.”
Damned right he did. He started to get up, and she extended a hand to help him. Yup. It was quivering. He took his lover’s hand and let her pull him up, knowing all the while she was waiting for an answer.
So, naturally, he brushed past her and made for the door.
Trip half-turned. “I don’t know about you, T’Pol, but I need a shower.” He had her complete attention now. She was a scientist, but he was a pretty damned fair engineer, and it hadn’t taken long to figure out that the combination of a puzzle and wet skin had a very specific and highly desirable effect on her.
“Trip…” Just a whisper that trailed off into breath, but it was enough to let him know he had her on his hook. Now to reel her in, nice and gentle.
“I also need…a shower.” She was still new at this, and not everything came as easily to her as tai chi.
“Well, I suppose it would be only efficient to share, then, if you’d like to join me.” The way her nostrils flared and her eyes dilated got his heart all jumpy. “And, while we’re at it, maybe I can give you a demonstration of those idiomatic expressions I employed.”
“That would be most agreeable,” she told him, and they walked out of the gym together.
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Warning: The end of this video is mildly NSFW.