WIPpet Wednesday: “Keep Your Shirt On”:

 

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!

WIPpet Math:

  • 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”. Ive 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…

 

SoCS : “Shape of My Heart”

 

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt – this week’s is to write a post that uses the word or theme: shape.

I thought immediately of this song, so I looked up the video, and then the story was born..

Shape of My Heart…

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!

Trip Tucker heard the music before the hatch had slipped open enough to poke his head through – sweet, swelling notes, bouncing of the tubelike walls of Travis’s Sweet Spot. He thought of closing the hatch, but whoever was up there had to have seen it moving, and he figured it would be pretty rude to leave without announcing himself…

T’Pol was sitting, cross-legged and straight-backed, upside-down on the ceiling, watching him.

He wasn’t sure who he’d expected – but he knew it wasn’t her. He wasn’t sure where he stood with her, really – he was the only one on the ship who knew how close they’d come to losing her a few days ago – but he only knew because he’d poked his nose into her personal affairs…affairs, arranged marriage…

As if trying to figure out how to deal with the gorgeous Vulcan wasn’t hard enough without all that.

She was still watching him. Waiting. Why the hell did she always remind him of a hunting cat when she did that? “Want company?” he asked, not sure if she could hear him over the music.

As though reading his mind – good Lord, she couldn’t, could she? – T’Pol touched the datapad she held and the music cut off mid-note in a way that made him cringe a little. He never liked to turn off a song or a movie in the middle. “Please join me, if you wish.”

The ball’s in my court, then…Trip’s heart gave a ridiculous little throb as it sped up at the thought of sharing this small space with her- and he pushed off into the null-grav tube and aimed himself at the space next to her. Once he was settled, he looked at the pad she held. “You didn’t have to turn it off. What’re you listening to? It sounds familiar.”

“It is a selection from your gift,” she answered. “According to your notes, the performer is named simply Sting, and the song, although titled “Shape of My Heart”, seems to have nothing to do with anatomy, but rather with art, games, meditation, and mathematics.” She got that adorable little wrinkle in her forehead that said she was trying to work her way around to the real point.

“I think I remember that one – but I haven’t heard it in a long time. Mind starting over, so I can catch up?” Trip smiled at her, and a whiff of her citrus-and-sandalwood perfume hit him full force, reminding him of that damned Suliban cell and the way she’d been – would he ever get the chance to see where that could lead?

T’Pol said nothing, only touched the screen, which came back to life. Now that he heard the first few notes, he knew the song, and the video – he’d really liked this one in his early twenties- so he watched T’Pol watch the screen. She remained perfectly still and straight, but she got that look in her eyes again, and her face opened up, quick flashes of tiny muscle movements saying that she was feeling something intense, something she’d said she only felt with human music.

The song unfurled to a sweet ending – and then Sting snorted and laughed, the drummer lobbed off some random notes, and everyone guffawed.

“Why did they laugh? Is the song intended to be humorous?”

“I don’t know why – but it’s not a funny song. Maybe they just needed to vent a little after they played. Maybe they were laughing at a joke someone told that morning. “

“Human emotional responses are often erratic and ambiguous. I don’t understand them.”

“Wanna know a secret? Most of the time, neither do we. But maybe it would be better to explore what you feel when you listen.”

“He speaks of geometry, meditation, and probable outcomes. These are quantifiable terms, and suggest a logical mind and a level of self-awareness. And yet he speaks of luck and chance and the shape of his heart, as though those things are also logical and quantifiable. I feel that I’m intended to understand the message to be conveyed, but I don’t.” She regarded him with those almond shaped hazel eyes, and Trip knew she was looking for answers she could define – and that she expected him to provide them.

“Humans don’t necessarily make music to pass along a message, T’Pol – or at least, not like that. He might have been sharing a daydream, or telling a story, or just trying to evoke a mood. A lot of Sting’s music is like poetry – mood, imagery, deep thought, symbolism. I think he meant for everyone to take from it whatever they did – he was offering something from inside of him.”

“The ‘shape of his heart?’ ” T’Pol said, in that husky way she had when she was unsure of herself.

“I guess so.”

“Then – the ‘shape of my heart’ is what is contained within me -beneath logic and language?” Her scent was getting stronger, and her pupils were huge and dark, and Trip swallowed as she lifted paired fingers that quivered the tiniest bit- damn…

He could only watch as her fingers came for his; he knew what was coming, and he wanted it, was terrified of it…

And still, he lifted his fingers to meet hers, and, as her other hand began the song again, he felt the touch, and they melted together into a sharing that was reshaping his human heart to better suit hers…

Want more of these two?

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

Join in or read more SoCS posts here!

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!

OctPoWriMo Day 12: Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

 

Hello, and welcome to OctPoWriMo, Day Twelve!

What’s OctPoWriMo, you ask? Well, it’s a whole month of poetic creation – 31 poems in 31 days. It’s the creative baby of Morgan Dragonwillow and Julie Jordan Scott.

This year, I intend to follow all the prompts, and get the joy of discovery…

I hope you’ll stop by, settle in, and find a little bit of magic here!

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about desire. I’ve kinda doubled down on this one: The poem is about a passion that couldn’t be predicted, and, as anyone who’s read here before may have noticed, its subjects are a particular passion of mine (if you’re new, try clicking here; I think you’ll see what I mean!).

There’s a word list, but I only used a word or three:

  • desire

  • wanting

  • fascination

And, just because I can, after the poem, you get a video clip of the scene that inspired it!

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!

Daughter of Vulcan; Son of Earth

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desire of the one.

So I was told when I was a child

Taken to Koon-ut-kal-if-fee

To be Promised to a boy

I pleaded and hid but the will

of the many prevailed.

I was sealed to Koss

And Koss was sealed to me.

Logic above emotion.”

But he is here, so near;

Too much of his body revealed

Smooth strong muscle bared skin

His words sharp edged slicings

Lirpas cutting through to my core

Blades sharper than the sands

Under my seven year old knees

When I was sealed to Koss,

And Koss was sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”

But he slices through reason

His weapons his bold passion

His blue sky eyes his sharp voice

Nothing of logic, all pure emotion

Conviction clear in every word

Demanding I set a wrong right.

And in the midst of this cascade

Of human behavior unleashed

He offers me – kindness and

The pleasures of touch

But I am sealed to Koss

And Koss is sealed to me.

“Logic above emotion”.

The needs of the many outweigh

The illogical desires of the two.

But I’m still sealed to Koss

And Koss still sealed to me.

Trembling fingers; quickened breath.

Sharp-bladed words, exploring touch

Musk-male human scent inviting

More touch, deeper breaths

Daughter of Vulcan; son of Earth

Now I yearn for a man called Trip

And Trip illogically yearns for me.

“Logic above emotion.”

The needs of the many outweigh

The hungry fascinations of the two.

Barren mantras crumble beneath

The potent wonder of each caress

Passion far stronger than logic.

Quivering flamelets in every breath

No words can undo this desire

What use is reason to my soul

Or a tradition devoid of feeling?

My beliefs shudder, duty a bond -

Why must I be sealed to Koss

When Trip is here, wanting me?

This poem comes from my Story a Day May Twitter Fiction; the original 140 character story, meant to read like a Vulcan koan, is here.

And now, as promised…skin, touching, arguing, tension…these two are delicious with blue lights and decon gel….just sayin’!

Find More Lusty Poems Here!

WIPpet Wednesday: Aftershock

 

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!

Here’s another 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.

For those keeping track:

This is the fifteenth 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.

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 8, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted math: 8+10=18; 10-8=2 ; 18+2=20; for 20 sentences.
  • I’m also giving you a contextual treat – the last paragraph of last week’s WIPpet.

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, Kroykah? . T‘Pol seems to be regaining her control, but can Trip keep his?

Undisclosed Desires

From last week:

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

And now, our main attraction!

She stiffened, like she was maybe going to pretend none of this had even happened. I sighed – and she echoed me, all her tension seeming to go with her exhalation. She almost melted into me, the same way Lizzie used to, when she got sleepy – damn it all to hell, why did she keep reminding me of my baby sister as a kid?! I was wearing her lush body all over me – no way in hell Subcommander T’Pol was a child.

No, she was all woman – a passionate woman with glinting eyes that sparked new stirrings in me, too. I ought to let her go, and now. No matter how perfect her Vulcan High-and-Mighty Command said their control was, hers seemed – well, iffy at best, at least where I was concerned. And my own – well, I’d never been known for my self-restraint.

But I couldn’t let go of her when she felt so damned good here in my arms; when she was looking at me like I was the only thing in the universe…

“I don’t know ‘whatever the hell that was’, Trip.” Like a lost little girl – her eyes pleaded with me to believe her. She didn’t move -at least, not until my hips jerked against hers in an aftershock, giving a clear signal of what my body still wanted. Damn physiology – T’Pol’s eyes flashed, and she actually bit her lower lip. She was starting to quiver again, too –

Better do something fast, Tucker, or you’re gonna lose the chance. She needs you to keep your head – aw, hell. I kept forgetting that the damned Suliban crashed a gunbutt into hers. No wonder she looked lost and vulnerable and half ready to undress me on the spot. She wasn’t herself – and we were in deep trouble if I couldn’t help her keep it together until the doctor could put her in that imaging tube of his and check her out -

If we ever made it back to the ship, that is…

What’s next? Will Trip’s body betray him? Will T’Pol surrender to her impulses? How badly was she injured? Will they ever make it back to the ship?

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. ;)

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: “Kroykah?”

 

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!

Ever feel like you’re riding high, on top of everything, and then – splat! – something topples you back to Earth with a rude and teeth-jarring jolt?

I shut down and restarted my laptop yesterday – and, when I pulled up my Scrivener project to work on revisions for upcoming WIPpets – Tigress T’Pol was gone. Every other story seems to be just fine; but this one is missing – from the binder, and from my Dropbox files. It’s not in my Recycle Bin either- it’s as though it never existed!

So, where I thought I was ready to edit the next several WIPpets, I’ll be re-creating them, instead. It’s not a huge deal; I know what direction I was taking, and the original version is still on my Story-a-Day blog, and I have all the edits up to this point in previous posts. Some of them changed as I was posting, so it’s more up-to-date than the Scrivener file.

There’s a good chance that the new ending will be better than the edits would have been, so this may turn out to have been one of those annoying-but-ultimately positive things. Still, though, I’d love the opinion of a certain Chief Engineer….oh, wait – he’s got his arms extremely full of the Science Officer right now…and they’re both a little busy…

In other news, I had the honor of sharing fellow WIPpeteer Amy Mitchell’s cover reveal and book goodies on Monday. I can’t wait to find out more about Phin and Alex and the sizzling going on between them….!

And one last tidbit before we go back to spying on the interspecies hanky-panky in the cell. I’m taking an online course at FutureLearn Shakespeare and His World. It’s for fun, and also research for Chameleon’s Dish, which will be returning after we reach the end of this story and find out if Trip and T’Pol ever get out of that Suliban lockup, and if Trip manages to practice chivalry with a Vulcan woman who doesn’t quite grasp the concept…

And, speaking of our incendiary duo….

Here’s another 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.

For those keeping track:

This is the fourteenth 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.

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 1, 2014.
  • 18 sentences for the day, (10+1+2+0+1+4=18)

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, Fierce Impact. Trip is trying to help T’Pol regain her control, while she seems to have another goal entirely…

Kroykah?” Mercifully, T’Pol stopped moving as she echoed my word, and let go of my fingers, the plasma-current of sharing cutting off almost painfully. “Don’t you desire me?”

She was still flushed and quivering, and her heart beat against my belly, impossibly strong and fast, like she had a hummingbird Godzilla trapped inside her. Her voice was breathily husky, her eyes wide and dilated, but her tone and the almost pleading way she looked at me reminded me of Lizzie when she was little and had gotten in trouble without understanding what she’d done wrong. Damn, was there something twisted in T’Pol reminding me of my baby sister while she was straddling me and still looking so deliciously frenzied?

Instead of thinking about that, I chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose, hoping it wasn’t some Vulcan erogenous zone that would get us right back into trouble again. “Oh, woman, I desire all kinds of things. I’m pretty sure you can feel that for yourself.” She wasn’t moving, anymore, but she was still laying on me; no way she couldn’t tell just how aroused I was. ”But you – you didn’t expect to react this way, did you? It -” I tried to figure out how to say what I’d felt, in the sharing. “It seemed like you were overwhelmed and scared and fighting yourself- and that’s not the way I wanna do this, if we do it.”

T’Pol was coming back to herself, but her eyes were flinching again, focusing on my chin, then somewhere on the wall behind my head, then back, as though she was afraid to really look at me. “Did I – injure you?” It was haardly even a whisper.

I grinned, hoping it would reassure her I was all right. “Well, you sure came on a little strong – but I’m pretty tough, and I like a challenge. Listen, T’Pol -” I tipped her chin so that her gaze almost met mine, and she swallowed back a sigh – “don’t you think we oughta talk about whatever the hell that was?”

 

 

 

What will T’Pol say? Will she try to pretend nothing happened? Does Trip get to taste his boot again? Find out what’s going on with the unexpected Vulcan in his life? Will T’Pol let him get up, or keep him on the floor a while?

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. ;)

Second-Serving Sunday: Betwixt and Between Edition

 

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

I’ve been – busy.  No, that’s not the perfect word, but it’ll do.  Inspiration has led to action, and more inspiration, and more action, and…

I’m engaged in many things, and, maybe predictably, I don’t have a lot else to say…So, on to the good stuff! =D

 

Recently at shanjeniah:

Second-Serving Sunday: Inspiration Edition!

  • It was an inspiring week filled with ideas, explorations, and wonder…click on the links to take a peek into the past!

Coffee and Conversation:

WIPpet Wednesday:

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):

  • First Things First? A prompt to use an ordinal number leads me on a ramble about prioritizing when all parts seem equal, birth order, and the changing season.

A Sprinkling of Seasonings: The bits of this and that I added to the mix!

ROW80 Updates:

 

What’s Next:

My fiction writing plans for the last days of September, and the beginning of October:

  • Continue revising my time-travel fantasy novel, Chameleon’s Dish (title subject to change), set in the 1612-13 London area.
  • Continue drafting Perchance to Dream, the Star Trek: TOS/ Enterprise fanfiction companion novel to my original fantasy, The Stars are Fire.
  • Complete character sketches and biographies, and begin plotting my NaNoWriMo project, The Earth Doth Move (title changed), another Star Trek: TOS/Enterprise crossover fan fiction which is the companion novel to my existing fantasy WIP, Blood and Breath, which I’m rereading and making pre-revision notations.
  • FutureLearn Shakespeare and His World: This is a free class that begins tomorrow! Bee Halton clued me in, and deserves HUGE thanks! It’ll be fun, and #itswritingresearch! =D
  • OctPoWriMo: 31 poems in 31 days! I’ll be writing a new poem each day, as well as revising the one I wrote on that date 2 years ago. Fun and poetic times await! =D
  • Unknown Worlds Review- Continue revising 3 stories for submission here by October 31.

And on the blog:

  • For Coffee and Conversation, A special treat this week – my friend and fellow WIPpeteer, Amy Leibowitz, is having a Cover Reveal! Come learn more about her upcoming novel, Lower Education. We’ve got the cover, and we get to peek inside!
  • WIPpet Wednesday will host another excerpt from my Story a Day May exploration, The IDIC Romance I’ll be picking up where I left off last week, with Kroykah?, the fourteenth installment of “Tigress T’Pol”. Will Trip‘s efforts to slow down T’Pol’s amorous onslaught save her from her primal instincts, before they reach the point of no return?
  • Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS), I’ll be writing a stream-of-consciousness post on the weekly prompt.
  • ROW80 Updates: It’s a break for A Round of Words in 80 Days. I’ll be doing an evaluation of my yearly goals, and then relaxing until Round 4 begins on October 6.

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

  • And because I can’t get enough of these two…

Life Stuff:

  • Lots of hometending, yardtending, and getting ready for winter.
  • And relaxing while I wrap up some things and move others forward, during the ROW80 break.
  • Apple picking and enjoying the fall weather.

So, what have you been up to this week? Any exciting fall plans for next week? I’d love to hear about it!

Trip-le Exposure? Me taking a picture of my Kindle, playing the Enterprise, while the sliding door behind me reflects the woods and lakes…neat, huh?!