WIPpet Wednesday: Collision Course

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 twelfth 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 September 17, 2014.
  • 17 sentences. Easy-peasy!

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Closing the Gap. Trip’s feeling almost deliriously happy, and T’Pol – well, T’Pol can be rather surprising, not to mention, well, assertive.…to maybe put it mildly.

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

Between breaths, T’Pol clamped her arms around me, and went up on her tiptoes, bringing her face to mine, lips parted and her hot sweet breath making wordless demands. I tried to pretend she hadn’t just shocked the hell out of me, and that my ribs didn’t feel like they were about to crack with the power of her embrace.

Easy,” I whispered into one of those gorgeous ears of hers, and, when she shuddered and gasped, easing up a little on the Vulcan bear-hug, I brushed my mouth tenderly against hers- damn, but her lips were soft and full and moist, and she tasted maybe better than she smelled. I wanted to kiss her long and deep, and never come up for air, even if she squeezed me to death.

But tenderness apparently wasn’t T’Pol’s cup of tea. She grunted and snaked one hand behind my head, her fingers tugging at my hair. My yelp got smothered by her tongue as it thrust into my mouth, claiming me. Her taste and scent filled me up, made me dizzy and lightheaded. Her other hand clawed its way down my back to my hip; she used it for leverage as she moved in an insistent primal dance that needed no translation. Damn – I felt like my jumpsuit was three sizes too small, all of a sudden; she was relentless, nails digging into my backside, keeping me right where she wanted me.

I’d heard the old cliche about getting lost in someone’s eyes a thousand times, maybe more. This was different – T’Pol’s deep hazel eyes were dilated, passion-glazed, and unblinking. They stared into mine as though there was nothing else in the universe. She was pulling me into her – and I wished she’d look at me this way forever.

Suddenly, her leg hooked behind mine. I struggled, trying to avoid falling, but she held onto me, going down on one knee, somehow supporting my weight, then pressing me back against the floor, her mouth never releasing mine, her hand still cradling the back of my head. A hell of a lot faster than I could react, she was straddling me, her breasts crushed against my chest, her eyes holding me captive, telling me that I was hers, all hers – and then, just when my hands found the firm supple curves of her rear as she ground mercilessly against me, she made a grab for the zipper at my throat.

 

Will Trip get to keep his modesty, or will he surrender to the force that is T’Pol, aroused? Is this the best use of a cell, ever? Is anyone ever coming by to spring them? Would they even want them to, at this point?

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: Closing the Gap

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 eleventh 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 September 10, 2014.
  • 24 sentences (10+14, for the day and the last two digits of the year). I’m adding the last two from last week’s snippet, for continuity.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Small Steps. Trip and T’Pol, imprisoned together, are closing the distance between them…

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

From last week:

Now T’Pol took a step closer – a small step, true, and she looked like she could bolt back to the corner any second, but a step. “ Your behavior has been – honest.”

And now this week’s snippet:

Honest?” I took another step, as she raised her eyes to look directly into mine. I thought about how I’d treated her, yelled at her, acted like a spoiled brat who didn’t want to listen to reason. “I really have been a jackass. I’m sorry; you deserve better -”

Please don’t change, Trip.” Her eyes were wide, almost glowing, and this time she came two steps nearer, so that now we were standing, just beyond arm’s reach from one another, in the middle of the cell. “I have -difficulty – interpreting the emotional responses of most of the crew -and I’ve learned emotions are integral to human motivation. Yours are – abundantly clear.” Her scent wafted over me like a caress, even though her hands were clasped behind her the way they’d been when she turned her back on me in the Captain’s ready room.

Maybe I was putting my foot in it again, but there was something in the way she looked at me that said there was more going on here. I edged a bit closer; not exactly a step. “And what about your feelings, T’Pol?” Maybe she’d shut down, tell me she didn’t have any feelings. But after that kiss, there was no way I was gonna believe her.

I feel that I have greatly underestimated you, Trip, and that I have harbored a great many misconceptions about your people.” She paused, looked away, swallowed, and then her gaze caught at mine, pulling me in, and she took a large step, so that her body was almost touching mine. Damn. “As for our first – interaction – it is a memory I have treasured, since, and I will continue to do so.”

My cheeks ached from grinning at her, and I shuffled my feet closer, leaving the tiniest bit of space between us. I’d initiated the kiss; something told me I couldn’t press her too far now. “I’m happy to hear that. Real happy, as a matter of fact. Delirious, almost.”

 

What will T’Pol do next? Did Trip push things too far? Did everyone else just forget that these two exist? Will they spend the whole series in this cell?

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: Small Steps

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 am now the mother of an adolescent! It seems like just yesterday I was staring at a giant baby boy who could hold up his head, and now, he’s just an inch or two shorter than me, and seeming, at once, very grown and still quite young. He amazes me.

And he’ll still hug me – even in public. <3

And he’s thirteen!

Enough of the sappy. On to the happy!

Today’s snippet comes from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, an exploration of the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

Update: When I went back to edit this section of the story, something interesting happened. I didn’t like the original ending, which was abrupt, because of the length prompt. Well, it’s much better now – and the story is about 1,500 words longer than it was, too!

Since these two are getting a LOT of positive feedback from folks who enjoy them (almost) as much as I do, I’m guessing there won’t be too many complaints about that! =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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting, I used all of the prompts. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is installment 9 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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is September 3, 2014.
  • Yesterday, my son turned 13 – a milestone age! =D
  • Therefore 25 sentences, today, because 13+9+3=25.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Intimate Contact. Trip and T’Pol make tentative advances…

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

 

“And the Cap’n told me I was supposed to ‘extend you every courtesy’ -” I shrugged and gave her a little smile, hoping it would relax her; I could see her tension in the lines of her body. I hadn’t really thought about it – but I was an alien, to her. “Maybe we’ve both messed things up. But, since we’re the only ones who know about it, maybe we can just agree to forget about it.”

T’Pol’s brow creased, and she went very still again. Her eyes were intent on my face. “You wish us to forget both our first meeting, and your emotional response to my presence aboard Enterprise?”, she asked, in a voice so absolutely flat, I knew right away that my answer was going to affect whatever happened between us. I stuck my tongue in my cheek to keep myself from blurting out the first answer that came to me – assuming one even did. Think, man – she’s after something, here. What is it?

But how the hell was I supposed to guess? She was a Vulcan, after all – and it had only taken a few minutes of working with her to see that her brain used a very different operating system than mine -

Then again, she was a woman. She’d proven that, in the club, and in my arms. And maybe, beneath all the Vulcanness, that’s the part that waited to hear what I would say; needed to hear something she could hold onto. I didn’t have a lot of experience with girlfriends, but I’d had a sister most of my life. I thought of Lizzie, and what I’d want a guy to say to her, in this situation.

I took a step closer; she didn’ retreat, but I could almost feel her quivering again, and she was back to not-quite-meeting my eyes. “T’Pol – I could never forget meeting you, and, even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. That was maybe the best twelve minutes and sixteen seconds of my life, and, well, I’m a little embarrassed to tell you how many times I’ve stayed up too late thinking about -well, how it might have turned out. And, as for the way I’ve treated you -”

Now T’Pol took a step closer – a small step, true, and she looked like she could bolt back to the corner any second, but a step. “ Your behavior has been – honest.”

 

Just what does T’Pol mean by that? Will Trip get this right, or blow it? Will these two find a way to deal with the feelings between them? Will we ever learn why they were put in that cell?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, click the links below, or come back next week for the conclusion of this story!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’m expanding in 2015. Your input is 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: Intimate Contact

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!

Today’s snippet comes from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, an exploration of the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the eighth 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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 27, 2014.
  • 28 sentences, because they fit, and I like you. =)

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, When the Limb Breaks. Trip and T’Pol deal with the aftermath of their unexpected intimate contact…

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

The beginning of this fan video has clips from Rigel 10, right before Trip and T’Pol land in that cell, and T’Pol slamming Trip into a shower wall, and lots of other tidbits that aren’t too spoilery – with a song that seem very apt for these two intrepid but flummoxed explorers! (Bits from all seasons, beginning with “Broken Bow”, Season 1).

I lifted my arms halfway, offering her the chance to come back, and hoping like hell that she would. “Hey, I don’t remember complaining. Feel free to have all the lapses of control you want, with me, if they’re all like that.” I just knew I was grinning like a fool – whatever that plasma-fire thing was, it beat just kissing all to hell, and I wanted more of it.

I was willing to bet that T’Pol did, too – but she backed away the five steps or so to the other corner, watching me the whole time, as though maybe she thought I couldn’t control myself. I bit my tongue hard enough to get my mind off other parts of me and wondered what the hell I was supposed to do now. Far as I knew, Starfleet didn’t have any protocols for how to handle the aftermath of a scorching kiss with a sexy Vulcan scientist. And then I remembered my wiseass comment about her not warning us about drinking the water, and that she’d cautioned us against ‘intimate contact’ in that neutral voice of hers, and I started to laugh at the absurdity of the mess we were in.

“Trip -” T’Pol cut herself off, like maybe she didn’t know what she wanted to say. Was she as confused as I was? She was still watching me while not quite making eye contact. I wiped my mouth to stop my laughter, still tasting and smelling her – damn, she’d felt so good, so right, pressed up against me, forgetting herself…wrong direction, Tucker, and the lady’s waiting for you to answer…

“Yeah, T’Pol?”

For a few breaths, she only stood with her back pressed into the corner, as though maybe she needed the support, and I thought again about that blow to the head she’d taken, and started to feel like maybe I’d taken advantage of her. When she finally spoke again, her voice was little more than a whisper. “On the night we first – encountered – one another, I left the compound without authorization. It was a serious breach of protocol.” Something in her manner said that breaches of protocol were dangerous stuff, at the Vulcan consulate.

“You mean, they just expect you to stay inside, and you’d be in trouble for sitting in a jazz club for – what was it, like ten minutes?” I acted like I didn’t know exactly how long she’d been there – twelve minute, sixteen seconds.

I had no business to attend to outside of the consulate, and we were -strongly encouraged – to avoid unnecessary contact with humans. I acted – impulsively.”

“We never touched or even said a word to each other.” I didn’t mention all the things I’d imagined doing with her, while I was trying to pretend I wasn’t watching her.

“That’s no longer true.” Her voice was flat, but she finally looked into my eyes, as though she understood the tangle of desire, humor, and awkwardness better than I ever would’ve thought a Vulcan could. “Trip, I, too, was warned against intimate contact with alien species.”

What’s next for our slightly naughty but highly entertaining pair? Will they throw caution and protocol to the wind? Will they be found out? Will they rot in that cell?!

Hopefully, this video, out of context, isn’t too spoilery…but it does really show the interplay between these two…and this time, Trip has the upper – uh, lips? =) (From “Bound”, Season 4)

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, click the links below, or come back next week for the conclusion of this story!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project I’m expanding in 2015. Your input is valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun… for the most part. ;)

Let’s just say that smoking, time travel, this guy, and possibly other things, make T’Pol powerfully cranky….and leave it at that, for now. (From “Carpenter Street”, Season 3).

WIPpet Wednesday: When the Limb Breaks…

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!

It’s been an odd week for me, so far. Things got thrown a bit out of kilter during my time-traveling, and haven’t quite settled, yet. So I’m still more or less winging it, trying to deal with things and regain my equilibrium.

Kinda like today’s WIPpet. Equilibrium seems to be in short supply for our two canoodling characters, who we left in a rather intense lip-lock…

How about you? Are you feeling balanced, or a little swept away by life or romance or even chaos?

Today’s snippet comes from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploration of the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the seventh 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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 20, 2014.
  • 20 sentences, nice and simple.

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, The Happiest Human on Rigel 10. Trip and T’Pol, together in a cell, have succumbed to the temptation to explore their mutual attraction…but just how far will this go?

This 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 let go of my uniform, wriggled her hand free; her trembling index and middle fingers uncurling and drifting in the air just above my shoulder, then tracing the path down my arm to my hand. Her pupils were so dilated, her eyes seemed almost black, pulling me in, begging me wordlessly to touch my fingertips to hers. I fumbled my fingers into a matching position, and hers found them with the force of a diamagnetic pull ,sizzling from our joined fingertips, into my arm, through my whole body, like a tiny line of plasma fire. T’Pol shuddered, moaning her urgent breath into my mouth, and I could feel her; feel the same fire moving through her, through us both, together, pulling us closer, somehow, than our bodies could get -

Desire swallowed us whole, and we were sliding down the wall, bodies straining and frantic, when T’Pol pulled her mouth a little away, and whispered something in Vulcan.

Huh?”

Kroykah,” she panted, and her eyes were wild with something I didn’t understand any more than the Vulcan word. T’Pol swallowed, hard, and stared at me, as though she had to remember how to say it in English. “S-Stop,” she stuttered, even though her body was still getting all tangled up in mine.

Aww, hell…” I gritted my teeth and wished for a second that I wasn’t a gentleman as I let go of her, trying valiantly to convince my bloodflow to shift so I could actually think. T’Pol stiffened and took a half step backwards, watching me with impossibly wide, glittering eyes. “I’m sorry, Subcommander. I was way out of line. It won’t happen again.” What the hell had I been thinking, anyway, kissing T’Pol -our damned Vulcan “chaperone”? Usually, my problem with women was that I was too shy; with T’Pol, I didn’t seem to know when to stop.

“You’ve done nothing wrong.” Her voice was soft and hesitant; her gaze darted up almost to my eyes, then jerked away, like she maybe was afraid to look at me, now. “It’s I who should apologize for my – atypical – lapse of control.”

What happened to break that limb trip was out on, and spook T’Pol? Will Trip be able to recover? Will she? And how long are they going to be locked in this cell, and do they really even care, anymore?

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

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

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. ;)

SoCS: Terran Time in a Vulcan Life

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

Rules and this week’s prompt.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt.

This week’s prompt is to write a post that uses time as its theme.

I’m in a bit more of a hurry than I usually am. The kids and I are off on a time-traveling adventure a bit later in the day; I’ve got just a couple hours in which to catch a nap before we set out for the

Sterling Rennaisance Festival. It’s the last weekend of the season, so we are seizing the day, and I’m even going to get to see a friend I haven’t seen since my wedding day nearly 17 years ago!

Rather than deal with real life time-shocks, I’m playing with fan fiction, this week. Disclaimer: Yes, Paramount owns them, and I play with them, for love, not money. Enjoy!

We said nothing else to one another, until we reached the courtyard of Sarek’s home. My time sense was still unreliable; but a glance at the sky showed that Eridani 40 was nearly a sunlength above the horizon, and I could feel that my skin was beginning to tighten with the exposure to even this weak sunlight.

“I will prepare the morning meal, Sarek.” I stepped aside, as a guest, and allowed him to pass and open the gate. An eyebrow lifted slightly, but he did not look at me; I had not yet given him leave to do so, I realized.

“There is no need, my son. Your mother left the servitor fully programmed; you will find your preferences well represented, and I am capable of making my own selections.” There was an assumption in his words; one I knew I must address at once, before it became the nature of this interaction.

“It is traditional for an adult guest in another’s home to prepare the morning repast, Sarek. You honor me by allowing me to fulfill that tradition while I shelter in your home.”

The silence stretched out, to the persistent meter of Mother’s floor chronometer, which had also a Terran name, ‘grandmother clock’. When I was small, I had asked Mother to translate the name, and she had given an explanation that sprang to new life in my dreams, but offered little in the way of factual knowledge. However, the stories she had told me – Earth stories, stories of humans being human upon a human world – were all bound up somehow in the omnipresent ticking of the Terran clock, the gentle measured swaying of its pendulum behind etched glass. It was a human invention, and yet it soothed something within me that I knew was Vulcan, in some way that I could not define.

“This is your home, Spock.” I was surprised almost to the point of turning to look directly at him. There had been a strong shading of emotion in the words. I resisted it with the three deep breaths, with concentration on the tick-tocking (a sound-name Mother had given; far too imprecise to describe the layers and textures I heard in the mechanical workings). I did not hasten to answer – that was the human way, and Sarek was Vulcan. But I possessed human impulses that could not be erased, and so I must do something while I was not saying the words that seemed to burn within me, demanding freedom. I set my bag upon the bench beside the inner door, and propped my lyre against it.

“It is not, Sarek.” I attempted to keep each word neutral, but, once they had voice, they emerged in a challenge. I moved to the kitchen in the ensuing silence, and passed my hands under the sanitizing sonics before going out through the sunroom to see what was ready for harvest in the small but prolific kitchen garden.

I was gone as long as I could safely be, and remain protected by the cowl of my robe. I had no desire to return to the house, but, logically, I must, both for safety and to secure the needed permission to travel.

Sarek had settled himself in the sunroom, with a small stack of datapads. He said nothing as I entered; nor did I. Mother had never understood the long silences between us; were she here, she would certainly have attempted to engage us in conversation with one another, and, when that failed, as it must, she would fill the time with her own talk, much in the way that Doctor Phlox did. But I found no logic whatever in speaking when there was nothing I wished to say. Better to absorb myself in the cleaning of vegetables and herbs, the small preparations – Mother had indeed seen well to the matter of nourishment – and to the familiar, soothing lull of the grandmother clock, measuring time as though it was still on Terra, and not on Vulcan. Mother had said that it made her happy to know that she could still know what time it was at her mother’s home, just by looking at the clock.

I prepared the meal without speaking; Sarek did not look up from his reading. He set it aside when I brought the tray laden with leaf and root vegetables, kivasberries, kevlas toast with marmalade, and tea. Clearly, he expected me to sit and share the meal; but I felt the urgent passing of time, held in the sounds of Mother’s clock, calling me home, to Earth, a place I had never been. I breathed deeply, and came to the table again, bearing a pitcher of water and two clay drinking bowls that had been made on Earth, from earth. I placed them carefully to one side, and then I sat to eat, angled so that Father needed to turn to pin me with his regard. I sipped my tea as though I didn’t know he watched, and counted the measures of the clock.

Do you 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: The Happiest Human on Rigel 10

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 don’t have much to say today, except that I’m in a pondering place, with thoughts and images and emotions aswirl, sunlight and shadows blending, and deep things happening…maybe I’ll have more to say next week.

Until then, here’s another snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip. I’ll be sharing the remainder of this story, and a Twitter fiction, before we give Trip and T’Pol some much-needed privacy.

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!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the sixth 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.

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is August 13, 2014.
  • 22 sentences (8+13, for the day and month, for 21, and then adding the one from the year for a total of 22.)

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Let’s be Friends. Trip and T’Pol, imprisoned together, are navigating the turbulent space of human-Vulcan communication when- well, they encounter a different kind of turbulence…

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

 

“At least look at me when you lie to me, or can’t you lie to my face like other Vulcans?” Damn, that came out like I was angry with her; could she tell the difference between anger and frustration – would she even care? I put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to get her to turn to me and tell me why she thought she needed to hide from whatever this was between us.

T’Pol surged up, spinning, grabbing a double handful of my jumpsuit, and damned near yanked me clear off the floor before I realize she was moving. She shoved me across the cell, slamming my back against the wall, her eyes glazed and unblinking. She leaned in close, and there was something raw and dangerous in her voice, almost a growl. “Indulging my – interest – in you, and in human entertainments, was a foolish mistake.”

I didn’t answer – hell, I was trying not to breathe, remembering the way she’d touched those Suliban with a single hand, and they’d dropped instantly. What was that she’d said about mastering powerful emotions? What was she planning to do to me? Had that blow to the head, or my badgering, gotten under that thick Vulcan hide of hers, and snapped her control?

I didn’t get to find out. T’Pol gasped, and her hold shifted to clutching as her knees buckled underneath her. I got my arms around her fast, and pulled her close to keep her from falling. She was staring at me the same way she had that night at Fusion. Her lips parted, and a soft sighing sound came from them, and I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. And then, somehow, I was kissing her, her mouth first still and soft against mine, her eyes wide with surprise- and then she was kissing me back, first tentatively, then almost aggressively, nipping and darting out her tongue.

Her mouth was hot, and she tasted of exotic, spicy things I didn’t have names for…she tasted and kissed like no one I’d ever been with, and her eyes stayed open, holding my gaze so that I couldn’t close my own. She caught my head forcefully with one hand, fingers tangling into my hair, and pressed her hot quivering body tightly against me – no way in hell to hide the effect she was having on me now. But T’Pol groaned – a soft, hungry, almost animal sound, and seemed to be trying to wriggle even closer. I inhaled the scent that wafted up from her – smoky, citrusy, and wild – damn, how could she smell so good after hours on this gritty planet?

For a minute or two, I was the happiest human on Rigel 10. I was kissing T’Pol the way I’d wanted to since the first time I saw her, and she was kissing me back with absolute abandon, as if she’d been starved for this.

 

Where will this kiss lead? Should we be averting our eyes? Is Trip about to satisfy his curiosity about Vulcan mating protocols? Is either one of them thinking about escaping, or their mission? Why does T’Pol smell so good?

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

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