WIPpet Wednesday: “…Claim Me As Your Valentine”

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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! 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! Ive 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

WIPpet Math:

  • 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:

Second Serving Monday: The Double Feature Edition

A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, from my little corner of the blogosphere

So, I kinda vanished last week. Sorry about that! It was just – well, life. I can’t get more specific than that; I really don’t know anything except that I ran out of day long before I ran out of things to do. And with vacation looming ever closer on the horizon, that’s not that likely to change for a while.

To make up for my absence; I’m offering a more streamlined Second Serving that will play catchup, and usher in February a bit late, but with sincerity.

Last week in life:

  • Snow, writing, new boots, new ideas, growth, hometending, and other bits and pieces.

My last Second Serving Sunday post: The Final January 2015 Edition. 

  • Check here to access the previous week’s posts and news.

And now, features from the last two weeks

Coffee and Conversation:

WIPpet Wednesday:

  • Can You?”T’Pol has a plan, but Trip resists the logic of it.
  • Father?”: A young girl awakens alone in a forest – or is she still dreaming?

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

  • Dance Lessons?:  Jonathan Archer decides to ask T’Pol to dinner, only to find her in Trip’s arms, with an improbable explanation.
  • When Trip Met T’Pol” (Movie Night): T’Pol’s exploration of a human concept called love includes Harry, Sally, Trip – and contradictions that define.

Just Jot It January: A daily post on the current prompt, all month long.

  • Kids: Who Owns Their Sexuality?: An exploration of what parents can control, and whether we should try.
  • Of Zucchinis and Condoms: An impromptu question sparks experimentation and new learning.
  • Vulcan Biology – As In Reproduction: How DO Vulcans choose their mates? A foray into the fascinating fictional reality of pon farr, the Vulcan mating imperative.
  • Inter-Species Relations: A flash fiction account of T’Pol telling Trip about a life-or-death matter.
  • Sex in the Big City: An adventure to the Big Apple, and into sexuality and friendship.
  • Who Owns My Sexuality?: Is it me? The government? My spouse? Society? I have ideas.

Love Is In Da Blog: A month-long celebration of love; with weekly themes and daily prompts.

ROW80: The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have A Life.

Variety’s Spice:

We like trains!

What’s Next:

February Focuses:

  • Oregon Trip: Lots to plan and do to get ready for our upcoming vacation.
  • The rest of life – blogging, hometending, family, other writing…

This week, on the blog:

  • For Coffee and Conversation: A tribute to my Accomplice, and the life we’ve lived together.
  • For WIPpet Wednesday: A sweet surprise.
  • Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS), a #LoIsInDaBl/SoCs combined prompt.
  • ROW80 Updates: My progress on my January goals for A Round of Words in 80 Days;
  • Love Is In Da Blog: A daily post on the current prompt, all month long.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

Life Stuff:

  • With our vacation getting closer, most of the focus will be on getting ready to go.

Aglow in the snow!


SoCS and #LoIsInDaBl Day 6: “When Trip Met T’Pol” (Movie Night)

Merrily down the Stream of Consciousness! =)

Hello there, and welcome to my weekly Stream of Consciousness Saturday post, AND Day 6 of Love Is In Da Blogall wrapped up in one convenient package!


Put a Little Love in Yours!

Put a Little Love in Yours!

Today, Bee  prompts us to explore adore/despise- the contrasts in love. Meanwhile, Lindas prompt is “opposite in emotion”. You can join either event, anytime, or just come to read more, by clicking the links.

I’ve written a couple of very serious essay posts here, this month, and I’m likely to do that again before the month is over. But for today, my mind gave me – umm, cotton candy. Braided pink and blue. Swirled together, and heated to spun-sugar sweetness with a hint of tart. Trip, T’Pol, Harry, and Sally.

I behaved myself, and only edited a tiny bit, so I wouldn’t be too twitchy posting it. It’s longer than usual, but then, it’s a double-feature. And folks seemed to enjoy Seeking a Peaceful Tide,  so…

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek: Enterprise are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

This is an as-yet imaginary scene; time-frame somewhere after Season Four episode 17, “Bound”, and before the events of E20, “Demons”, in uncharted canon waters. Spoilers for “Bound”.

I could feel the questions building in her all through the movie, and half expected them to burst out of her – but she’d learned the ‘protocol’ of Movie Night well. She just watched, her slanting brows and the way the light hit her hazel eyes – and the crinkle that matched Sally’s – showing that she was thinking hard, and not quite translating what she was seeing.

Every now and then, she leaned forward, her whipcord frame tensing a little, and then she’d look at me, and I’d be sure she was going to say something. But then she’d reach for the popcorn, instead, and there was something in the way she looked at me that said that she’d noticed the way I extended it a little less each time, so that she was gradually snuggling in closer and closer to my side.

I’d lobbied hard with Jon to get this movie shown. I really wanted to know what she thought of it, but, more importantly, how she felt while watching it.

And there would, of course, be questions.

I loved when T’Pol had questions…


I could feel Trip waiting, wanting me to forget my control and comment upon the movie. It had become a favorite pastime, among the crew – but none was as fervent as my bondmate. He was determined to surprise and confuse me. I didn’t have to guess at his intention, I could feel it thrumming through his mind.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to enlist him in my attempt to understand the human concept known as ‘love’. But both Hoshi and Phlox had said that, if I wanted to know what ‘love’ meant to Trip, it was Trip I must ask.

Trip had been equally certain – and, characteristically, far more adamant – that I needed to know what ‘love’ meant to me. He’d said that this movie, “When Harry Met Sally”, would be ‘enlightening’. He wouldn’t elaborate, and he dared me not to look at the database, the Tour Guide he had given me shortly after I joined the crew, or to ask anyone. I’d learned enough of humans, and of Trip, to accept the dare.

As I watched the climactic scene, I reached for Trip’s fingers, in the ouz’hesta. I had to dig into the popcorn to find them; he’d anticipated me, and the dimple showed in his cheek as he smiled to himself. I chose to reward him by remaining silent all the way back to my quarters.


“Aren’tcha gonna invite me in?” I made my drawl thick; she never seemed to be able to resist that, anymore. She just gestured into her dimly lit room, and stayed perfectly still while I passed her, trying to read her in the bond, and failing. She was a hell of a lot better at reading me, and it rankled -

She stepped in, the door started to close – and I suddenly had a Vulcan magnet attached to my lips.

Her kiss put Sally’s to shame, I decided. And it lasted a lot longer; long enough that I was almost panting by the time she’d gotten her fill.

“I have questions.” She seemed very collected, and, damn her, not at all out of breath.

“I’ll just bet you do. So, tell me – is it men and women as friends, days of the week underwear, good taste and a sense of humor, Surrey With the Fringe on Top, faking orgasms – ” She silenced me with another kiss, and, for a delicious minute or two, I totally forgot how much I wanted to hear what she had to say.


When Trip was breathless enough that even he would find speaking difficult, I ended the kiss, and extended my fingers to him, to lead him to the bed. “It is difficult to ask you anything when you will not be silent and allow me to speak.” I sat, bringing him with me, his fingers never allowing our contact to break, so that I could feel the stream of his awareness flowing through them, to me.

“Mmm,” he said, watching me, waiting.

“You will be quiet?” He nodded, and offered me first pose, fingertips slipping along mine, current sizzling through me, so that I moaned softly before I could go on. “At the end of the movie – Sally says, several times, that she hates Harry. And then she kisses him, and is smiling and crying – and then, they are debating the meaning of the music, in the same fashion they have always done.”

“Mmmn,” he said again. My fingers had their own will; they returned first pose, and extended it through second and into third. Trip smiled,  settling with his back against the wall, and his eyes caught the firelight and held it.

“That, then, is the nature of love – the emotions of adoring, and despising, together? Accepting both as natural parts of the relationship? Accepting one another, as each is, without the desire to make of them something that they aren’t?”

“Hmmmn.” His lids lowered over his eyes; his breathing was slow and steady.


“Not sleepin'; just thinkin’ it over.” His fingers rolled over and across mine in a lazy echo, then darted up into fifth pose, skipping fourth entirely, as he suddenly leaned forward, wrapping his other arm behind my head, and easing me back onto the bed, leaning in to kiss me deeply. “I’ve never heard anyone put it quite that way before – but then, I’ve never heard a Vulcan try to understand love, either.”

His kisses fell randomly on my face and neck. I couldn’t predict where they would fall, and I shivered up into his body, as always drawn to his energy. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t think I’m qualified, pepperpot. If that’s what it feels like to you – well, your definition’s as good as anyone else’s. I can say that we do seem to both have felt both of those emotions for each other more than a time or two – and that I hope we can keep on accepting each other as-is – even while I’m pretty damned sure we’ll be knocking heads again before we know it…. but maybe that’s just part of who we are – “

I slipped my hands beneath his shirt – the soft blue one that precisely matched the shade of his eyes – and around to his back. He smiled as I explored the familiar terrain. I anchored myself in the feel and weight and scent of him, in his smile, and the way his eyes glowed when he was aroused, as he was now. All of these were centering, as I drew a deep breath, and pulled him close, so that his forehead rested against mine. And then I stared into his eyes, and uttered the words, and meant them with all that I was.

“Trip – t’hy’la – I love you.”

Write1 Sub1: Bye, Bye January! SWAG: Hello, February!

Now that January is over, and February underway, it’s time for me to report in on my Write1 Sub1 writing challenge. This is a challenge based on the writing philosophy of science fiction writer Ray Bradbury, who wrote, revised, and submitted a story a week. I’m not Mr. Bradbury, so I opted for the monthly challenge this year – a story written, and one submitted, every month (not likely to be the same story).

Writing and Submitting stories every month.


Here’s my January tally:

Write1 (2.5):

  • Began my “official” story, “Terry Acosta”, a story that will develop a third character for a novella I will be writing in April. Draft about halfway complete.

Sub1: (1):

  • I revised my existing short story, “Monday Morning Coffee”, and submitted it to World Unknown Review. This may be the first chapter in a novella; I’m not certain quite yet. I should know by June; the deadline for 2015 submissions is October 31. If I’ve written another story or two for this project by June, I will pursue it as a novella; if not, I will allow the story to stand alone, and potentially develop it further at a later point in time.

Getting My SWAG – Serious Writers Accountability Group

SWAG February Goals:

As we get closer to Story-A-Day May 2015, I finally checked out Julie Duffy‘s Serious Writers Accountability Group. It’s a simple idea; just state a simple goal to accomplish this month; and then report my progress on the first of March.

So, here’s my three very simple SWAG goals for February:

  • Revise “Slow Jazz Awakening,” the compiled version of the first three of my Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction stories I wrote on May 1-3, 2014, for Story a Day May.
  • Review character and background materials for The IDIC Romance, in preparation for this year’s Story-A-Day May.

And that’s it. I like these small micro-goals, because they help me to focus on specific elements of my larger goals.

How about you? Are you a fan of challenges large and small? Why or why not? What’s the most interesting/most unsuitable challenge you’ve participated in? Did you see it through, or bow out? Why? (I know, I ask that a lot. I’m the nosy sort!).

Thursday’s Treat: Rocket Man

Thursdays can be tricky…well into the week, too far from the weekend…so, as a public service, I’ve reserved this space for interesting tidbits and snippets I’ve picked up around the Internet.

This Thursday’s Treat comes from YouTube: A man who (maybe, for many people) needs. No. Intro. Duction.

Besides, what would I be able to say that would compare to Bill Shatner performing Elton John‘s Rocket Man, as Only. He. Can?

Well, that was…..Shatner. Extremely Shatner. Nuff said.

Remember to beam your comments into the receptacle below – would you like more Shatner – oh, yes, there is much more! Something else? Let me know!

Until next Thursday, shanjeniah out.

Write1 Sub1 March Check-in…..

I am getting to this a little late, because I began the Blogging From A-Z April Challenge on April 1, and my second round of ROW80 on April 2.

Today is a catchup and learning day, so I thought it was a good time to roll out this update……

Write 1:

I have written several pieces of flash fiction and poetry this month.
Here’s the rundown.

Submit 1:

I submitted more than one piece, as well, this month.  It was out of my comfort zone, but I did it in small burts, one step at a time.

  • I submitted a flash erotica piece, “Twice-Coupled” to Clean Sheets Magazine.  It was rejected several days later.
  • I submitted a poem, “Le Reve des Etoiles”, to Black Heart Magazine.  I expect to hear in a few weeks.

I also had an essay accepted for publishing on the Tiny Buddha blog.  I know it isn’t fiction, but it’s a big thing for me. and I am excited!  =)

I will have more to report next month! =) 

Second Challenge – Platform Building Campaign….

Second Campaigner Challenge

Do one or more of the following:

Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words)

Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts

Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words)

Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts

Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”.

For added difficulty/challenge:

Complete at least three of the above activities and tie them all together with a common theme (feel free to either state the theme in your post or leave us to guess what it might be)

Write in a genre that is not your own

Ask Challenge entrants to critique your writing. After the Challenge closes, you may wish to re-post your revised piece(s), and I’ll include a Linky List at the bottom of this post for those wishing more feedback on their revisions (note: revised entries will not be judged, so please label clearly your original post and your revisions. Please do not offer critique unless someone asks for it, as per the usual blogging conventions. If you do ask for critique, make sure you ask for it clearly so people know you want it, and please be prepared to receive feedback that may not be 100% glowing. If you are a critiquer, please be tactful and courteous, and remember to provide positives as well as negatives.)

I would very much appreciate critiques, please! =)
The Prompts:

Two people are sitting together under the remains of a concrete bridge. Their backs are against a rusted bridge support. One person’s leg is cut. The other person has wet hair.

  • Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words) -

No Ordinary Magic  (96 Words)

 Too often, our modern world of technological marvels seem almost magical. And still we demand more, and more. Are we so jaded and numb that we miss the moments of true and simple magic in our own lives?

Come open your soul as we delve into the rare magic in everyday moments such as kicking a ball across a bridge on a bright cold day; artistic play with water and light; the moment just past striving; or an instant of mutual interest.

To the attentive, all of life is sparkling, extraordinary magic!

  • Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts.

Facets (191 words)

I wait, and watch, as time grows short. Passersby, all in a hurry, seem not to see me at all.

They won’t allow themselves to slow to the pace of breath, of life, of magic.

A small boy bounces, kicks, and chases his ball across the bridge, snuggled in a jacket this crisp, waning afternoon. Skipping, random rhythm; soft scrape of feet on smooth stone…

A young woman in a suit, posture tense, repeatedly plays a video of a pear conjured of prismatic water droplets. Her expression is flat. She checks her phone, then again.

Little knot of children, shirtless and rumpled and dark in the sun. All squat and stare, their intensity clear and unmoving. Fascination for small simple gifts in a patch of earth….

The laptop shifts to dancing line art. Frantic texting. Lovely patterns, lovely autumn park, met by indifference.

A girl sits beneath the crumbling old bridge with a dripping cut on her leg, a boy with wet hair beside her, his arms uplifted, then, sparkling glittering arc down to her finger. Waterdrop rainbows, joyful embrace, impassioned kiss…

Time grows short.  Enchantment, wisdom  – life…

  • Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words).

Enchanted Vision (  119 words)

Park bench, late afternoon.

Crisp September light.

 Little boy bouncing ball on wide stone bridge.

 Soft scraping of feet,

 Quick, laughing breath.

 Young woman with laptop and cell phone.

 Conjured waterfruit and dancing lines.

 Wonder and beauty on her screen.

 Rapid-tense texts; frustration-sharp sighs.

 Three shirtless children squat studying patch of dirt.

 Motionless, silent, intent on this instant.

 Attending the gift of the earth and life.

 Under the bridge, a pair of young lovers.

 Scratch-broken leg, wet hair clings to scalp

 He scoops the pond, lifts the prize,

 Adorns her finger…..

They melt together as air finally ends

 No one notices my soundless pleading.

 I know the magic of life at last

 In the instant I die.

  • Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts.

Instants in Time 

Sunlight, shadow, sea, square tiles, and columned railings become the playground of a small boy in a long red coat, following joy in the form of a bouncing ball. A young, dark-haired woman with a bleeding leg sits under the old concrete bridge; a young man sits beside her, hair and clothes dripping unnoticed as he slips the diamond ring upon her shaking finger. Beside me on the bench, my neighbor’s laptop shows the birth and death of a water pear, again and again, and she ignores it, texting frenetically and breathing in short, sharp sighs. Three little children, shirtless and dark and seemingly not bothered by the cooling breezes, explore the patch of dirt between them with motionless attentiveness. As my last breath ends, the hot dog still lodged in my airway, a lovely digital sculpture shifts gracefully across the screen, and, above the sounds of her texting, I hear the woman complaining that her time is up.

  • Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”.

Fruit of Life (145 words)

I stare in wonder at the digital legerdemain on the laptop screen. I try to imagine how the conjuring was done; what miracles of science, math, art, and programming were involved in the glorious fruit, seemingly formed of water and delicately, impossibly balanced. Who conceived of such an elegant and lovely mirage, and how? Was it brought to virtual life as an act of personal passion, or with the calculation of a team with a product to hawk?

Then, I am captured by the pure leaping joy of it, the ethereal beauty of the instant when it, as though from nothing, clings to the shape in a shimmering dance of life – life suspended, to end in the next heartbeat, before this breath is expelled….

The form collapsed, in iridescent spray – a wordless lesson in the momentary nature of all life.

I completed the entire challenge, including the increased difficulty option, and, as stated above, I welcome criticism!

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