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! First up – I’ll be in Oregon next week and the one after. I’ll schedule my posts, but might not get back to answer comments or visit. I’m gonna miss you guys!
Guess who’s back, just for this week, to tempt and tease?
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! I‘ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.
This snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, occurs during the climactic Season 3 episode, Zero Hour – February 14, 2154. After a year of trauma, rifts, and personal crisis, TnT are finally growing closer again. T’Pol just floored Trip with a sudden and irresistible seduction…and now, the aftermath…and after the snippet, I’ve got another sweet treat for you! <3
- Today is February 11, 2015.
- Math: None, except that it’s a Valentine’s Day story….and you’re welcome.
Warnings: A mite spoilery, as in we see some of how the relationship might progress. Also quite first-drafty.
T’Pol recovered herself to find Trip was watching her. He seemed both very pleasantly surprised, and worried. Perhaps other things, as well.
“You feel so much, at once. Doesn’t it confuse you?”
“You’ve met me, right?” He grinned, but studied her closely. “I’m doing this a bit ass-backwards, but, are you OK? You had me scared for a minute or two, there – I think you fainted – and then you made me forget that I was scared…”
“I am – perhaps more ‘OK” than I have been in – in far too long.” She pulled him in for another deep kiss. “I have missed this…t’hy’la.”
“Mind if I point out that you could have had it, anytime?”
“Only if you will accept my word that it’s not true in the sense you believe.”
“I’m suddenly getting the idea that there’s a lot I don’t know here.” His touch was gentle, and his concern deepened. “Am I making things worse again?”
“You are offering perhaps the deepest of healing.”
She meant it. He could almost feel it – the release of all that desperate control, the crumbling of the walls she’d held.
He wanted to charge in, storm the castle, and claim the lovely princess for his own…
But this was no fairy tale – and she’d been through hell – might still be in hell, even now, beneath the flush of release. At best, she was fragile – and in command. Aww, hell.
Trip found himself chuckling. “The Captain expects you to keep me in line, remember?”
“Perhaps, then, I should evaluate your performance, and give him a comprehensive report?”
“Aww, pepperpot.” He embraced her, settled her head on his shoulder, and sighed. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
Damned if he was even gonna try to pin her down on this one. Nope. This time, he was just gonna enjoy the moment, and not try to make one thing out of it that it wasn’t. Besides, soon, she was going to get up and get back to work – and he wanted her to be able to do that without worrying about him.
Now, she craned her neck to look at him upside down. “You’ve used that appellation before. I find myself – most curious as to its origin.”
“Good. ‘Bout time I had you wondering about something, ‘stead of the other way ’round. Hey, what time is it?”
She glanced at her monitor, and then he felt her start to gather herself. “We were due in the Command Center fifteen minutes ago,” she said, and stretched against him with a decadence that made him groan. “We are quite late – I had forgotten.” And still, she didn’t quite seem to be able to pull herself away ….she kissed him again, and her paired fingers caught at his, in that delightful kissing that didn’t look like kissing, and her quiver made him wish, for a minute, that they were the two lowest peons in the chain of command, instead of the highest.
She seemed to have forgotten again, already, judging by her dreamy-sultry eyes. “Hey, pepperpot?”
“You. Me. Clothes. Work.” He held her shoulders and formed each syllable distinctly; she seemed to need that. Whatever had broken down those walls she’d had up for so long seemed to have her feeling a hell of a lot more than thinking, and he hoped he hadn’t made it impossible for her to do her job.
T’Pol actually made a face as though she’d eaten an especially tart lemon whole. She met his eyes; hers held a teasing light. “Awww, hell.”
That sent Trip into raucous laughter; she gave him that special little head tip that said she thought his sanity was in serious question, and got up smoothly – just as the comm signaled. “Bridge to T’Pol.”
“Damn, pepperpot – they caught you.”
“This is true.” She walked, stark naked and delicious, to the comm. “But only you, Trip, can claim me as your Valentine. T’Pol here.”
She was all business as she acknowledged the call – except for that smoldering way she was looking at him, and the brazenness of the way she stood there, unabashedly nude.
What‘s next? Will their tryst be discovered? Will T’Pol actually write an evaluation for the captain? Will Trip be able to resist a naked and smoldering Vulcan who’s finally open to passion again?
Well, you’ll have to keep guessing, at least for a while…but I did promise another surprise, and here it is: