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’m sharing a story 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.
This is the seventeenth 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.
So, have you ever heard the one about the human and the Vulcan who got locked in a cell and played word games? No? Well, have I got a WIPpet for you! =D
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!
- Today is October 22, 2014.
- Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 22+11 (the ones from month and year) =33
- And the last paragraph from last week, for context.
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, “Intense Reaction”. Trip and T’Pol play…word games?!?
Last week’s conclusion:
Yes.” T’Pol’s voice was sardonic, now, and she dropped her gaze off to the side the way she did when she was uncomfortable. “You seem to elicit certain – instinctive responses – within me.” She met my eyes, and hers looked troubled and open – I wanted to fall into them again, but then she shifted her focus back to the side, and her voice was barely a whisper. “I was unprepared for such an intense reaction. In future, I’ll – restrain myself.”
And now for today’s treat:
“Well, now, T’Pol – keep your shirt on -“
Her look was just about priceless. “I certainly will,” she said, after a few breaths.
“Really? So it’s only my clothes you want to get rid of, is it?” I grinned at her.
“I -” She broke off, looked to the side, then back at me. She was turning a lovely shade of light burnished green, a little like old copper. I decided to take pity on her, and put a hand lightly on her shoulder. She tensed up, but she still had a low-grade vibration – did that mean that she was still aroused, too, and trying to resist? Just to be sure, I lifted my hand – and damned if she didn’t stretch just a little taller, like she was reaching to maintain that contact…and, even if it made me the biggest fool on Rigel Ten, I put my hand back, and T’Pol made a soft sound, like a sleepy puppy – first she reminds you of Lizzie, and then a dog?! What the hell is going on in your brain, Tucker?
T’Pol looked up at me, not quite getting to my eyes. Even those beautiful pointed ears were blushing, and I could feel her trying to figure this out. Poor woman’s got no chance; not if logic’s all she’s got to do it with…because whatever this is, it sure as hell isn’t logical!
I couldn’t keep teasing her. Wasn’t even fair, when I was the one who started it. I smiled and gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze, trying to ignore the way she seemed almost to surge up into my touch like a cat would – now a cat?! I must be as confused as she looked.
“Relax, T’Pol- it’s just an expression, and it wasn’t fair to let you think I meant anything else by it – even if it does kinda fit the situation to a T. It means is that there’s no reason to rush into a decision. This – ” now I was the one who didn’t quite know what to say, especially when she finally met my eyes, her pupils reflecting me back to myself, wrapped up in things she felt, and I couldn’t decipher – not yet, anyway. But I sure as hell wanted to learn how to.
I gestured vaguely into the space between us with my free hand. “Well, whatever this is -this isn’t the best time or place to explore it – but once we get back to the ship, and the doc says you’re all right – “
Beneath my hand, her shoulder was vibrating a little faster, a little deeper. She didn’t say anything, but that quiver spoke plenty, and her eyes were large and glowing as her lips parted slightly, her breath emerging in a soft sigh.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered. Gorgeous, passionate, and driving me crazy without even seeming to be aware of it. Who knew a Vulcan – a Vulcan! - could be like this?
“Are you suggesting that we engage in sexual activity?” Gorgeous, passionate – and she sounded like a prudish clinician with a seductress’ voice.
Somehow, that just made her even sexier..
What’s Trip’s answer to that? And will T’Pol accept it, and continue to restrain herself?
You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet! But, because I like you, I’m giving you a pre-Halloween treat: a story I wrote for the SoCS meme, “The Shape of My Heart”.
Spoiler alert: it happens several episodes after the pilot, so be warned!
Until next week, live long and prosper, y’all!
Here’s a special treat…the scene that is my model for the TnT interactions in these stories…I gotta give this round to the logical lady in (and out of) the hot blue silk…