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: Thanksgiving Night Terror

 

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!

I’ve got something a little special today… here in America, tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so I thought I’d share another scene that didn’t quite make it into the current draft of my WIP…but, if you don’t want to know what goes on with TnT a little more than three years down the road….

 

DON’T READ THIS WIPpet!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is November 26, 2014.
  • My simple non-math: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so here’s a treat for the season: 762 words.

This story is an add-on scene for the Season 3 episode: Harbinger”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. It takes place some time after this scene, in the aftermath of lovemaking.

She was crying, and still quivering, and, at the same time, the corners of her mouth tugged up a tiny bit, and it transformed her face…I kissed the tears, noticing my blood on her lips, and kissed it away. Her eyes were incandescent, her soul laid bare, vulnerable, as she touched and explored – the wildness seemed to have faded, at least a little, but she explored as thoroughly as though I was a Sphere, or some other scientific mystery to be solved. She said nothing, still, but I could feel her – lost in feeling, in something that felt halfway like a dream.

I wanted to stay- wanted it more than I had wanted anything- wanted to sleep with her and wake up with her, so I could know for sure that this wasn’t all some elaborate and wonderful dream…

Want me to go?’

Go?”

I pried an eye open. “I’m half asleep. If you want me out, I’d better go now, or you’ll be stuck with me.”

Will you stay?” Her lip trembled; as though she was afraid I would leave her alone.

You bet I will. Come here – let me hold you.”

She curled into me, reminding me of a cat. Damn, she fit so well up against me, her breast pressed in against my side, her head on my chest. “ I can feel your heart. I believe I know the nature of revenge,” she said, almost as though she was talking to herself. “So perhaps we are not so different….”

It seemed to have some meaning, maybe even to hold a warning- but I was tired from a long day and a strenuous night, and I couldn’t think….

**

Sharp, panting breaths, and something – someone? – struggling against me, in my arms…

Her scent and her voice, at once.

If you prick me, I will bleed. My blood is not red. I am not as you; not human. My blood is green, and hot, and swift, and holds more passions than your slow cool blood could ever know.”

I understood every word; but there was something strange in them. Her body was rigid, tense, quivering.

When you breathed in my ear, it tickled. It tickled, but I did not laugh. I have never laughed. But Corporal Cole is ticklish, and laughs.  Perhaps I can’t laugh.”

It clicked. Lizzie had had night terrors, when she was small. She would go stiff, like this, and holding her, trying to hug her, only caused her to fight.But T’Pol had said Vulcans guided their dreams, hadn’t she?

T’Pol? Hey, T’Pol?”

I loosened my grip, and she got up without aknowledging me, to stand, naked and half crouched, ready for an attack, light on the balls of her feet. But her eyes were open wide, unblinking and unknowing. She was somewhere else, in her mind – somewhere with Shakespeare.

If you wrong us, do we not revenge? You have been wronged- but you seek more than revenge. Did she hurt me? Not knowingly, no….but she hurt me, when she touched you… Trip!”

I’m right here.” I didn’t know if she could here me, but Lizzie had, sometimes, enough to come back from wherever she’d been.

If you prick me, I will bleed. Bleed – blood on the walls. Passion green. Fresh – get me out! Trip. So much blood; too much blood….blood of my people…”

She sagged to the floor, holding her knees, rocking, staring, sweating- like she’d been, that first few days after Seleya...

We’d all thought she’d recovered – but this looked like a flashback.

I trusted my instincts and went to her, leaning in close to her ear, knowing she might hurt me if she thought I was a threat. “T’Pol, you’re safe. Breathe.”

I placed my hands in the first posture she’d taught me, and I felt her start to breathe into it, as I slowly increased the pressure.

She came back to herself quickly. “Perhaps we’d be more comfortable on the bed.”

You’re probably right, but this is where you were. T’Pol, how long have you been having night terrors?”

Night terrors?”

I knew her well enough to know she was evading the question. “You know what I mean. How long?’

It’s irrelevant.”

No, it isn’t. If you won’t answer, that means you don’t want me to know. That means too long. How often?”

She looked uncomfortable. “They recur.”

That really doesn’t answer the question, now does -”

Tactical Alert. Senior Staff, to the Bridge.”

That is us.” She shifted to duty mode, as though she hadn’t just been through some private hell.

That’s it – hope you enjoyed it! =D May your day be filled with things to be grateful for!

 

 

WIPpet Wednesday: About a Thousand Years Ago…

 

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 got kind of big news to share today! My fantasy short story, “A Splash of Red” was accepted by L.S. Engler for her brand-new literary anthology, World Unknown Review!

I’m excited. I’ve never had a short story accepted before, and I spent a lot of time with this one. It took about three years to go from a half-autobiographical dream to the version I submitted. There were times in the revision process where I was certain it was a tangled and half-baked story that would never make sense, and that no one would want to read it.

If I hadn’t spent those years sharing my writing in forums like this one, I don’t think I would have had the courage to submit this story, which is truly a little piece of my soul, and my life, to a paying market. It would still be just “something I’m playing with”.

But now, it will be more. My little baby story is out in the world, getting ready to fly…

It’s scary-wonderful. I’m deeply honored and grateful for the opportunity.

And now, on to the WIPpeting! =D

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.

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 19, 2014.
  • My simple non-math: 11 mostly short paragraphs, for the month.

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, Little Miss Not So Logical? Trip’s in the middle of his own rather intense reaction…will T’Pol be able to help him, or will she give in to her own powerful impulses?

“Are you well, Commander Tucker?”

I realized I’d been staring at her chest, and jerked my focus back to her face – damn, was it just my imagination, or did she actually look amused?

“I’m, uh, just fine'”.

“Your complexion has changed color, your respiration and heart rate have undergone marked acceleration, and your pupils are dilated – ” She might be back to being a clinician, but this was damned sure not my idea of ‘playing doctor’!

I seem to remember you being more than a little green and breathless yourself, a few minutes ago, Subcommander.

I have explained that my -intense reaction – was due to an instinctive and involuntary response -”

“Yeah? Well, I’m, uh- having a pretty’ intense reaction’ to you, just now. I’ll, uh, get hold of myself in a few seconds.” How the hell I was going to do that, I had no idea, but I didn’t need to tell her that.

“Is there some way I can – assist you?” Her voice went all soft and husky, and the places my mind leapt to – her pinning me down again, or stripping out of her clothes, or – were definitely not helping…well, they were helping something, but I hadn’t exactly had any problems in that department, at least not since she walked into the Cap’n’s Ready Room and put my body and imagination on high alert, even when she was ignoring me or driving me nuts…

“Aww, hell…” I wanted to grab her, crush her against me, breathe in that exotic scent, feel her come passionately alive, throw caution out the nearest airlock and touch my fingertips to hers, so we could get lost together in whatever that plasma current was… “Stop it, Tucker. Stop it right now, while you still can.” I growled it through gritted teeth, and straightened my spine to attention. T’Pol’ eyes scanned slowly down my body, pausing just south of center, and she sighed and quivered. Nothing in hell I could do to hide the fact that I was at attention with all I had…

“Damn damn damn,” I whispered, watching my hand reach toward her as though it belonged to someone else, wondering what it was going to do, sure it was going to get us both in more trouble…but all I did was straighten her jacket so that it hung evenly again…well, that and curl my hand over that trembling shoulder, almost close enough to touch her delicately pointed ear…

“Commander Tucker.” She said it softly, her eyes wide, and her full lips almost seeming to caress my title and name – but it was enough. 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…

Will Trip stay in the corner? Will T’Pol let him? Will they ever figure out how to be in the same place and not have’ intense reactions’ to each other?

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: 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: “Instruction in the Proper Techniques”

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 another installment of  “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words – but it’s a LOT longer, now. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story.

So, it’s NaNo time! For the next 25 days, I’ll be drafting something brand-new- The Earth Doth Movethe story of a young cadet named Spock‘s early days at Starfleet Command. Hint: All does not go smoothly for our young hero. Not even a little bit…

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!

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 5, 2014.
  • Slightly convoluted math: 11 +5+2+1= 19 (month+day+the 2 and 1 from the year).
  • I’m adding in the last two very short paragraphs from two weeks ago, to help with reorientation after last week’s Halloween treat

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, Keep Your Shirt On. Trip and T’Pol wrestle with Vulcan strength, human ego, and reality…

Last week’s conclusion:

“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..

And now for today’s installment:

“I’m not suggesting it- I’m saying we’ve already crashed that gate. I’m just saying that I don’t want to take it any further in this dingy little place.”

She was shaking harder, and that delicate scent hit me again. “I might injure you – humans are much more fragile than Vulcans.”

“Way to stroke a guy’s ego, T’Pol.” I pulled my hand away, and she followed the motion with her eyes, that green flush getting stronger. “Maybe I’m not as tough as the Vulcan guys you know, but I don’t think you’re going to break me – just, well…maybe you could tone it down a little.”

“I might need – instruction – in the proper techniques.” It was a shy but throaty whisper, and she looked up at me from under her long lashes. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any sexier…

I scootched a little closer to her, carefully, keeping our crossed legs between us, as a buffer zone. I wasn’t going to forget again how strong she was, and how fast she could move when she was motivated. I reached out slowly and carefully, and straightened her hair; T’Pol quivered and watched me silently.

“You don’t want to look like you just rolled out of bed when the cap’n finally comes to get us out of here,” I told her, with my best Tucker grin.

T’Pol’s gaze caught at mine, with an edge of alarm; no, she didn’t want to get caught like this, any more than I did. ” The captain -?”

How was it that the way she echoed things that surprised her reminded me of Lizzie again, but twisted knots of wanting into my lower belly at the same time? Seriously messed up, Tucker – seriously!

“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?

Will Trip’s ego survive this encounter?  Will he let T’Pol fix his hair? Has she learned any lessons that will make things a little, well, safer? Will they get caught before they can erase the evidence of their - ahem – explorations?

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!