WIPpet Wednesday: “Extenuating Circumstances”

 

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

I’m sharing a 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.

Disclaimers: 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 January 14, 2015.
  • Math: 10 mostly short paragraphs: 7+4-1=10; using the date, and halving it, and being creative to get my way!

This story 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 has just told Trip that there are ‘extenuating cicumstances’ that may affect her ability to accept his proposition…now he wants to know what they are, and he thinks he has an idea…

A possibility exploded in my head with the force of a warp core breach.”Oh, damn – you’re married, aren’t you?” T’Pol’s hand hovered there, fingers trembling. Her staring face was pale and shocked. “Aww, hell. I got that just right, didn’t I? Course you are – who could resist someone so beautiful, smart, strong, and downright sexy?”

“I’m not married.” Her voice only shook a little. Maybe she was telling the truth the way all Vulcans insisted they always did – but then why did she still look like I did when I was fourteen, after my first time, out in the orange groves, when Lizzie spied on us and teased me about it for almost a year? I decided I was gonna find the answer to that little riddle. After all, I wouldn’t be much of an engineer if I didn’t, now would I? I grinned, and, as the old saying went, let her have both barrels of the infamous Tucker charm…

“Not married, eh? So there’s no Mr. T’Pol in the picture?”” She looked away again – to hide, I guessed, but from what? Being unattached, and what that meant for whatever this was boiling over between us? My accusing her of being married and not telling me? Those things she wasn’t supposed to feel or act on, but wasn’t sure she wanted to control? Something else I couldn’t even guess at?

Did I really have any business knowing, or the right to ask about her personal life?

I took advantage of her turned head, and echoed her little back-of-the-fingers-along-the-jaw caress. She gasped and shuddered, and her pulse beat fast and hard under my passing fingers, reminding me of the way her heart had felt when she was straddling me. Oh, yes, gorgeous – you want this as much as I do. So what’s getting in your way?

When I took my fingers away, T’Pol started to lean toward them, then caught herself and shook her head, like she was denying her own impulses.

Are you – ?” She swallowed, hard, interrupting herself, and starting at me with those huge dilated eyes while she worked up the nerve to finish her question, “Pair-bonded?” Her voice sounded utterly neutral, but she quivered like a grappler cable at maximum tolerance. She might pretend she didn’t, but Miss T’Pol, the most eligible Vulcan bachelorette in this entire cell, cared about my marital status, too. And, whatever her ‘extenuating circumstances’ were, even if it was the whole damned Vulcan High Command with Starfleet piled on top like a cherry – knowing that made me a little giddy… or maybe it was her perfume, which had gotten so far into my head I didn’t think I’d ever forget her scent.

We’ve certainly gone about this a bit ass-backwards, haven’t we?” I laughed at her expression, and decided I wasn’t going to tell her what it meant unless she asked. “Nope, the only Mrs. Tucker in my life is my mama. I thought there might be one, once – you saw her that night at Fusion, just before you ran out. Her name’s Natalie, and maybe she still thinks it could happen, but I-”

She suddenly spun around, tipping her head. I could almost feel Subcommander T’Pol of the Vulcan High Command come back full force. She stiffened her spine and strode across the room again, getting as close to that force field as she could without actually touching it.

No point explaining about Natalie when she wasn’t even listening – or at least, not to me. If T’Pol was hearing something else, I wanted to know what it was. I strained – but I couldn’t hear anything unusual. Then I remembered what she’d said about the evolutionary reasons for those deliciously pointed ears of hers, and how she’d heard me, even when I couldn’t even hear myself, from across the room…

I came up behind her, trying to ignore the way her lingering quiver shivered through my body, too. “What is it -?” I kept my own voice softer than a whisper, but I stopped when she only lifted a hand. I stood there, trying not to give in to the powerful temptation to pull her hot taut body close while I waited to see if she was going to clue me in.

What does T’Pol hear? Will Trip ever find out? What about those unspoken ‘extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to learn more!

 

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Whatever This Is

 

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

I’m sharing a 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.

Disclaimers: 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!

Three weeks ago, Trip and T’Pol talked idiomatically. This week, a conversational quagmire…
Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 7, 2015.
  • Math: 6 paragraphs, 7 for the date, minus 1 for the first WIPpet of the year!

This story 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, did you just – uhhh, proposition me?” She only stood there, watching me, her low-grade quiver seeming to move through the air, somehow, and transmit itself to me, and a shiver of anticipation went through me, almost like she was still touching me. Damn, she was intoxicating! “All right then. This is what I propose – whatever this is, let’s take some time to explore it, once we’re back on the ship, where we can have that door, and a bed that’ll do, even if it’s not as comfortable or as big as I’d like.” She took in a sharp breath, which seemed to echo through me, resonating with her vibrations. I wanted to know what she was thinking – I waned to pull her to me, right here and now, bed and door be damned…T’Pol made a soft guttural little sound. As much to distract myself and fill the silence as to convince her, I kept on talking, as though I didn’t know how to stop. “Without you calling him up to remind him of protocol every step of the way, the Cap’n’s bound to get suspicious sooner or later, and then he’ll come find us and get her out of here.” Watch. Quiver. Her breath prickled my neck hairs, and I was breathing faster now, too. Why the hell wasn’t she saying anything? Why the hell why wasn’t I shutting up? “And then, – as soon as we’re both free -“

She flinched bodily, shaking, flinging her head to the side as she gasped – and, too late, I stopped vomiting words at her. She’d damned near thrown me to the floor, grinding against me in a way that said, without doubt that she wanted me – or did it? Did any of this -whatever it was – mean anything to her? Did it mean what it meant to me – this whatever-it-was? She’s a Vulcan, Tucker – not a human. You could be reading her all wrong. I didn’t know how, exactly, but I could feel, T’Pol – closing off? No, not that, or not exactly. More like she was backing away, in her mind – from me, or what I said, or how she’d responded, or takig that next step that she seemed both to want and to be afraid of…I needed more information before I could figure out the problem, and what to do about it. Softly, I said, “What’s wrong, T’Pol?”

Her eyes were doing that nervous little sideways skitter again, so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I stayed pu, even though my brain was screaming at me to go to her, the way I’d go to a human woman who looked that upset. Maybe it was stupid, to press this any further, but I couldn’t just stand there while she looked so miserable and vulnerable. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and watched her pretending she had control of herself, and then said, “Look, I get it – we’re essentially strangers to each other. But something’s bothering you about what I said, or what I did, and I don’t see anyone else here for you to talk to. Besides, we’ve already covered a lot of ground, for strangers – and, believe it or not, T’Pol, I like you. If I’ve hurt you, or upset you – “

“It’s not that we’re strangers, Trip.” It was a whisper that held too many things to name – but I thought there was fear, yearning, shock, wonder,,. “It’s that we’re not -” She frowned a little, turning to face me agian, and her gaze climbed slowly up my chest. She made it to my chin before it flinched away again. “From the first moment I saw you – ” She shook her head, and stared at my mouth, and I wondered if she knew she was licking her lovely lips. “I am a Vulcan, Trip. I’m not free. I’m intended to feel what I feel for you. I am most certainly not intended to act upon those feelings…”. She jerked her eyes up to fix them on mine, and then her stare swept my body, avid and hungry. “And yet, I don’t know how to stop feeling, or acting – and, if I did, I’m uncertain that I would choose to.”

So I’m imbalancing your systems.” She made a tiny motion that might be a nod. “You know, you’ve thrown me out of whack too – I never met another Vulcan who looked like you, smelled like you – turned me on the way you do…” I trailed off, again, because her eyes suddenly focused on mine, and I was falling in, even from across the room. How could she do that just by looking at me?

“Trip – there are – ” She swallowed, and strode across the room to stand close enough to touch again. Her hand lifted, those fingers pairing, and she brushed the backs of them light and swift as a pulsebeat along my jaw. Her fingers trembled; so did her breath. “There are other…extenuating circumstances…” She stared at her fingers, and I breathed in her delicious smoky citrus scent and tried to keep hold of my circulatory system for once. She frowned at her shaking hand, and didn’t look at me. “I should not have allowed this…”

What is this? And what are T’Pol’s extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to find out more!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: A Horse’s What Did You Say?

 

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 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.

Disclaimers: 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!

Last week Trip and T’Pol tried to figure stuff out. This week, they take it a step – or a saying – further…this one’s pretty long, but I had fun with Kathi’s word, ‘horse’s’ – pretty much everything in this snippet is brand new material! Thanks, WIPpet Mistress!

Will Trip be able to explain slang toT’Pol? Do they both have secret agendas? Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 17, 2014.
  • My simple math: 18 paragraphs, with lots of quick dialogue, and one added as a December treat (one shabbos candle; one star; one snowflake; one month to go till 2015, one saying, or another…your choice!)

Add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

 

So, you like being in the company of a horse’s ass, then?” I whispered it so softly, I wasn’t even sure I’d made a sound, but T’Pol turned to face me again, the frown right where I thought it would be. Figuring her out was promising to be even more fun than figuring out that fancy Warp Five engine up on Enterprise.

Is ‘a horse’s ass’ analogous to a ‘jackass’, Trip?” She raised a brow at me, and tipped her head a little, and I’d be damned if it didn’t look like she had a bright little glimmer in her eyes while she waited for her answer. Was I really gonna finally get lucky enough to have a woman I wanted to figure out think I was worth figuring out, too? But then I remembered that she was going to be gone, as soon as we got that huge Klingon fellow back to his own people. She’d be at the damned Vulcan Consulate, where protocol said she had to stay put, not even go out for a few minutes. They sure as hell weren’t going to let her keep in touch with a human engineer…

Unless I could figure out a way to make her want to stay, the Cap’n agree to keeping her around – and the damned Vulcan High Command to assign her to us permanently…

If you are attempting to discover the lower threshold of my auditory range, you have done so.”

What – oh. No, I didn’t say anything – I kinda got to thinking…” But I couldn’t tell her, not yet. I figured we needed to actually get to bed with each other, first, spend some quality time where she could let go the way she seemed to want to, at least sometimes.

Does my query truly require so much analysis?”

Your query -?” Damn, I’d gotten distracted by plotting to keep her here; what the hell had she asked me?

Are the terms ‘a horse’s ass’and ‘jackass’ analogous?”

Oh. Right. Well, yes and no, I guess. I’m pretty sure a ‘jackass’ was actually a term for a male donkey, originally. A ‘horse’s ass’ is technically the – well, the rump of the horse.” I patted my own backside for effect. “But, when they’re used to describe behavior, they mean pretty much the same thing.”

I fail to see the logic in the terminology.” That glimmer was still in her eyes, and I suddenly got the idea that she might just be indulging her ‘fascination’ with me, too.

Maybe that’s because it’s not ‘terminology’, and it’s not supposed to be logical. They’re just sayings, T’Pol – you know, idioms. Figures of speech. Expressions.” She just looked at me, her face never changing, as though maybe she was waiting for me to start making sense. It might be a long wait, sweetheart…but I was damned sure gonna try to teach her something; make good use of every chance for inter-species understanding I could. “There are a lot of sayings with horses in them, maybe because they were an important part of our history.”

Such as?”

You can lead a horse to water; but you can’t make him drink. Getting up on your high horse. A herd of wild horses couldn’t keep me away. Horsefeathers. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Horse sense. That’s a horse of a different color. Dark horse. Don’t beat a dead horse. I could eat a horse – ”

I believe I have heard enough. Does each of these – figures of speech – carry some significance, to humans?”

Well, it’s kind of cultural; informal language isn’t the same as formal. People from different areas use different expressions. Malcolm, Travis, and Hoshi all use some I’m not used to, because they grew up in different places. It’s not an exact science, or a science at all, but, if you understand the expression someone’s using, it gives you a better sense of what they mean, without them needing to explain.”

It seems a most -inexact method of communication. There is no such confusion, in Vulcan.” She looked like she was trying to figure out if that was a good thing, or not. Maybe she was fascinated by slang- wouldn’t that be something, with the way she talked?

You mean, there aren’t any idioms, at all?” She shook her head a little, and I tried to imagine what that would be like, but couldn’t. Or maybe I could – a whole planet of people who sounded like living computers, the way she sometimes did, at least before we got locked in here. “I guess we’ve got a lot to learn about each other’s cultures,” I said. “I’m looking forward to having the chance to figure it out with you.”

Perhaps at least some of the ‘figuring out’ could be done upon a comfortable bed, and behind a door that can be locked.” She’d been still, this whole time, but now she started to quiver again – and her scent and her eyes spoke another type of language entirely. One I thought I could spend about a lifetime getting to know…

Did T’Pol just proposition Trip?! Will they find the elusive bed and door, and the time to use them to figure each other out?

Come back next week to find out more!

WIPpet Wednesday: Figuring Stuff Out


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…

I’m sharing a 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.

Disclaimers: 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!

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!

WIPpet Math:

  • 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!)

This story 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, 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!

 

WIPpet Wednesday:“That Query is Illogical”

 

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’ve been a little – remote- here, the last few weeks, as the new story devoured me whole. It’s not done yet, but NaNo is, so I’m stepping back a bit. I’ve got comments galore to answer from my lovely fellow WIPpeteers, and I intend to get back to visiting everyone, because I kinda haven’t been, and I want to see what all of your characters are up to, too!

NaNo is a wonderful form of madness….

The madness that is NaNo!

I’m sharing a 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. Oh, and the word “Kill” appears especially for our WIPpet Mistress, who earned it! =D

Disclaimers: 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!

Last week, we time-traveled from the Suliban cell to the future. This week, we come back, to find Trip hiding in the corner, so that T’Pol can’t play with his hair…because that seems to get them both all hot and bothered (OK, at this point, pretty much everything does, but…).

Does it work? Does she follow him? Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is December 3, 2014.
  • My simple math: 16 mostly short paragraphs: 12+3=15, and one added as a December treat (one shabbos candle; one star; one snowflake; one month to go till 2015, one confused human in a cell….your choice!)
  • You also get the last paragraph from About a Thousand Years Ago..”, bolded, for context.

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

 

I scrubbed a hand over my face and through my hair – damn, please don’t let her decide she needs to fix it again! Before she could, I whirled around and paced the three steps to the corner she’d gone to after that first kiss, about a thousand years ago, now…

It didn’t stop me wanting her, but it did mean I couldn’t touch her. I squeezed my eyes closed, as if that could help with the imprint she’d left on my brain, my body – my damned imagination..

I could almost feel her quivering, and her scent was thick in the little room, Her taste still lingered on my tongue, clean and spicily sweet, a little like honeyed ginger tea. “Gimme a minute or two….please.”

“Certainly, Commander.”

How the hell did she manage to be formal and sultry at the same time….? I gave up trying not to see her, and watched as she moved to the front of the cell. I remembered too late how much I enjoyed the rear view…damn, and damn again. This was a damn torture chamber – and torture had never felt so damned good…”Hey, T’Pol?

“Yes, Commander Tucker?”

“You don’t happen to be carrying a lockable door and a nice big comfy bed in one of your jacket pockets, do you?”

“That query is illogical.” She turned around to look at me, that little frown saying I’d confused her again.

“I know it is,” I told her. “I needed to think of something else. So, I can assume you’re not hiding a bed, right?”

“You may make that assumption, if you wish.” Her voice was as measured as if she was talking about the composition of water. But her eyes – those gorgeous eyes, their hazel hidden by dilated pupils – made a slow, sensual journey from the top of my head, where I swore I could feel her fingers in my hair and on my ears, to my throat, with her about to tug down my zipper, to – well – the part of my she’d ground herself against as though there was nothing else that mattered, in all the universe.

And, dammit, I was responding again, as if she was actually pressed against me – and her eyes glowed as she bit her lip. She looked straight into my eyes, and it was as intimate as though she was in my arms. “You’re an engineer,” she whispered huskily. “Couldn’t you- adapt – something that would – suffice?”

My body – or parts of it, anyway – sure as hell wanted me to tell her I could. So did most of my brain. I swallowed a whole damned Vulcan desert’s worth of parched air, and muttered under my breath, “If we’ve gotta stay in here much longer, it’s gonna kill me, I just know it.”

Then perhaps, Commander, we should abandon the attempt to fashion a bed or a door, and instead focus on escape. It would be – most unfortunate, if you were to meet your demise before the end of your inaugural mission.”

I blushed, and tried to get something out – anything- but nothing came. How the hell had she heard me? What other stupid things had I said, and how many of those had she heard?

T’Pol began feeling along the edge of the force field, standing up on her toes and reaching high, emphasizing the strong lines and curves of her body, and I itched to pull her close, forget everything but how we felt together…

Sexy as hell. She was definitely gonna be the death of me.

And I didn’t think I was going to mind, at all.

After all this, are they really going to stage a jailbreak? Is there a comfy bed and a lockable door in their future? And just how good are T’Pol’s ears, anyway? Come back next week to find out more!

WIPpet Wednesday: Little Miss Not So Logical?

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.

My NaNo count is over 50K, and Act One of The Earth Doth Move is starting to get close to becoming Act Two. Spock has made a decision that will change the course of his life-and those changes begin with sudden impact…you can read snippets of that story here and here….

Here, though, I’m sticking with Trip and T’Pol, because I can’t just leave them hanging, all revved up and locked in a cell for a month with no one popping in on them…can you imagine the delicious trouble they could get up to?

Can you imagine missing it?!

No need to panic…I’ve got you covered! And, for our intrepid Puppet WIPpet Mistress, who added another 10K to her WIP, I’ve got a handful, or two. Or Trip does. Or maybe it’s T’Pol. Or just a fantasy. Maybe I need to go to bed instead of writing all night…nah!

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 November 12, 2014.
  • My convoluted math: 1+1+1+2+2+1= 8 (yes, I pulled all the 1s and 2s, and skipped the rest, which I think makes it extra WIPpetty math!)
  • You get eight shortish paragraphs, this week.
  • I’m adding in the last two sentences from last, to help put the scene in context.

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

This snippet follows immediately after my WIPpet from two weeks back, Instruction in the Proper Techniques. This week, T’Pol gets in Trip’s hair….but can he get her out?

Last week’s conclusion:

“Your hair – is also disarranged.” Shaky fingers crept up, then hovered about at the level of my shoulder, and there was a question in the set of her face – how the hell did she manage that, and not look like she’d shifted a muscle?

And now for today’s installment:

“Go ahead,” I nodded and leaned in a little closer, so she could reach me. She moved slowly, tentative at first, her fingers stroking and quivering. I watched her face; her eyes were half closed, and her lips were parted; other than her fingers, she was very, very still. I was sure I’d never get enough of how beautiful and absorbed she was – was she really going to walk out of my life in just a few days? Would I ever see her again? Would she want to see me?

After a minute or so, her feathery touches on my scalp were stirring things back to life in other places, and I squirmed, wondering if she was ever going to stop.

“Hey, T’Pol?” No answer; she didn’t even twitch. I was starting to get the idea that Vulcans were as serious and single-minded about sex as they were about everything else. “”T’Pol?”

Was it really only a little while ago I was calling her Little Miss Logical in my mind? Where was Little Miss Logical now? Her fingers were bolder, and she was using both hands, tracing out my ears, again and again, and now I shuddered, imagining what those dancing digits could do on other sensitive parts of my anatomy. Damn, this woman was irresistable- and maybe unstoppable, too…

“Subcommander T’Pol.” Desperate, I straightened my spine to attention; she jerked in surprise, her eyes snapping open, but looking huge and dazed – just like they had that night at Fusion. She almost snatched her hands away, putting them into her lap, where they clasped and twisted restlessly.

“I was – merely – returning your hair to a state of order.”.She was looking at me like she desperately wanted me to believe it, so that she could try to.

“If you say so, Subcommander.” I shrugged. “Course, I really don’t have that much hair on the outside of my ears.” I grinned, and, while she stared at me, I got up, and stuck out a hand to her. Maybe I was playing with fire, but I was still a gentleman – and I wanted her to touch my fingers again, so I could feel that sizzling awareness of her.

T’Pol stared at my hand, and, for a second, I thought maybe she’d take it this time. Instead, she unfolded to stand up as gracefully as a ballet dancer, clasping her hands behind her again, That put a delicious little arch in her back, pressing her breasts up touchably close. Now my imagination, which was a damned fool, played out a scene where I slipped that jacket off her shoulders, figured out how the uniform worked, and did away with whatever she wore underneath, and revealed the double handful of delight under all those layers, so that I could find out what she felt like…I wondered if she’d like that, if she’d arch in even closer, if she’d beg me to undress her, touch her everywhere, make long slow love with her…

Will Trip lose control? Will T’Pol let him act out his fantasy? Would she like that? Are they going to need to fix up a lot more than their hair, if they want to keep this affair to themselves?

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

Until next week, live long, prosper, and, if it applies, happy NaNoing, y’all!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Intense Reaction

 

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 (and who has placed the word “sardonic” in this snippet, because she reached her first 10K word goal! Way to go, Kathi, and it fit perfectly!).

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 sixteenth 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, two weeks ago, I posted about this story disappearing without a trace from Scrivener and Dropbox, and my intention to rebuild it from the existing blogposts.

The process is moving along – and the story is growing! This little 2K mini-gem is now nearly 8K long, and I haven’t gotten to the end (again) yet…

It’s almost long enough to qualify for novelette territory… by my guess, it’ll be at least 10K when all is said and done…and it’s a far better story than what I originally wrote, too. I’m kinda glad it went poof, actually…

And here’s the funny thing. All this amazing dancing between our two brave and tempting explorers happens in a tiny little bit of the original episode, between scenes. I always knew something had to have gone on between these two in that cell, but I’ll admit that I’m more than a little surprised at all they’ve gotten up to. This might possibly be the best use of an unexplained incarceration, ever…

Locked in a tiny room? No communicators?

No problem – they’ve got each other, after all…

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 15, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted Tricky math: 10+15 (month+day)=25
  • Add 3 as a pre-Halloween treat (it’s my favorite number).
  • 28 sentences total, this week,

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Aftershock. Trip and T’Pol are one incendiary pair – but will they ignite again, or find some way to dampen the fires?

Maybe not this kind of intense reaction – but who can resist Vulcan zombies?!

Her cirtrus-smoke scent blanketed me, and she made a tiny sound as she quivered – if I’d forgotten how fast things could spiral out of control between us, I was about to get a reminder. My hips jolted up again, and T’Pol’s corkscrewed down to meet them, We both groaned, together. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking, her body tight with strain -was she fighting herself again? I couldn’t take much more of this, either -

Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie,” I whispered to myself, to get my mind off the heat and friction and beautiful Vulcan, and rolled to the side. T’Pol wasn’t as light as she looked, but she didn’t resist me. She swung her top leg off, which put a little space between us. I thanked my sister, silently – no, I wasn’t going to think about why T’Pol reminded me of little-girl Lizzie, but only when we were all over each other – what the hell was wrong with me, anyway? No, not now – not till we were out of this. Right now, T’Pol was the important thing –

“Those bastards hit you hard enough to cause a concussion, T’Pol – and I think you’ve got a doozy.”

“I’m not concussed, Trip.” Her voice was still softly husky. She tensed the muscles in the leg that was still under mine, and I rolled back to let her pull it free. She made a smooth, dancelike move, and ended sitting, straight backed and cross-legged, facing me.

I sat up, although not nearly as gracefully as she had. “How can you be so sure? I mean, if you don’t know what – well, all this – is about -“

“Vulcan physiology differs from yours; it would take a considerably more powerful blow to cause a brain injury, even a minor one.” She sounded pretty damned sure of herself, even though her hair was mussed, her jacket dragged down over one shoulder, and she was still quivering enough that I could see it – damn damn damn!

“Then this is something else.” There! That would show her that I could be logical, too, if I wanted to – even if I was surprised as hell that I was able to think at all, under the circumstances.

“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.”

Maybe not quite this intense…

Now just what does she mean by that?! And how will Trip respond? Is T’Pol as uninjured as she says she is? Can we stop fanning ourselves now? Where is that Klingon, or the rest of the landing party, or even the Suliban who put TnT here?

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. ;)

 

Ahhh. THIS one!

Bonus Intense reactions!