Summary: Trip is a stud. �Nuff said.

Chapter 3 - His

Upon Trip�s exclamation, Veronica had looked up, immediately assessed the situation, and done the one thing she could do � she hid. As she rolled toward the nearest bush, she grabbed at her clothes, Trip close behind her.

They dressed quickly, hardly looking at each other, their anxiety pushing away the insupportable lust they�d both been feeling. Trip finished first, having barely undressed in the first place.

�I�ll stall �em,� he promised, ducking out from under the bush. He had managed to flatten his hair into some sort of order and take a deep breath before the shuttle landed a few dozen feet away. Seconds later, a door flipped open and three ensigns carrying some heavy equipment stepped out.

�Right here,� Trip pointed to the surface vein. The miners went right over and began to set up their gear. Trip sauntered over to them.

�You okay?� one of the miners asked, Ensign Mark Wright if Trip remembered correctly.

�Uh, yeah,� Trip answered less than forcefully, wondering if he�d forgotten to zip or something.

�The other away teams have been having weird symptoms,� the ensign explained. �Doctor Phlox wants you and Hunter to head right back up so he can check you out.� He poked a thumb toward the shuttle, then looked quizzical. �Where is she, anyway?�

�Um, she�s�� Trip began, but was saved by the actual appearance of the woman in question, still smoothing her hair as she emerged from the brush.

�No more veins in the area, Commander,� Veronica declared, all business, pretending to check a readout on the scanner she was holding. �Oh, hey Mark.�

�Hey, Veronica. Looks like you found a good �un.� He gazed appreciatively at the sparkling crystals.

�Yeah, and you treat �em nice, Wright. Those crystals are like the Commander�s babies.� And she slapped Trip�s back companionably, setting off a cloud of pollen. As she did so, she looked into his face for the first time. He wore a very strange expression, but this was not the time to ask him about it.

�Well, we�d better head up, then,� Trip declared suddenly, and turned toward the shuttle. Veronica just had time to wave goodbye to Ensign Wright before hurrying after the Commander. When she reached the shuttle, he was already in the pilot�s chair. She pulled the door closed before taking the co-pilot seat.

�Why are we leaving? Shouldn�t we be helping with the mining?�

�Doc wants to check us out,� Trip answered without looking up from setting the launch parameters. �Some of the other teams ran into trouble.�

�Oh. Thanks for telling me.� She realized she sounded a bit petulant, but she couldn�t help it. She didn�t like how Trip seemed to have put up a wall between them. She wanted to ask him about it, but was afraid it would come out wrong and make things worse, so she was silent as they took off and headed out of the atmosphere. As they reached orbit and Trip set course for the Enterprise on the other side of the planet, she was trying to form the right question to ask. Trip beat her to it.

�So, you and Ensign Wright are close?�

�No, Mark and I are just friends. We were cadets together.� Then she realized what was going on and laughed as she turned her chair towards Trip. �Is that what this is about? You�re jealous?� He finally looked up at that, and wore such a sheepish expression that she laughed even harder. She slapped her knees, sending little puffs of pollen into the air. �Honey,� she went on as she waved the puffs away, �you got nothin� to worry about after that little interlude dirtside. In fact, if I recall correctly, we weren�t quite finished��

Seductively, Veronica slid out of her chair and onto her knees beside Trip�s seat. He turned toward her, lust once more racing through his veins, pounding in his ears. Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and unzipped his coveralls slowly. When she got to the bottom, she reached in under the waistband of his blue undies, finding his organ at attention. Leaning forward, she let just the tip of her tongue circle the head, tasting herself and salty-sweet precum. When she had spread enough liquid around, she made a circle with her lips and took Trip�s cock into her mouth. It slid in easily, bottoming out at the back of her throat just as her nose reached the hairs of Trip�s crotch. Then she pulled back, applying gentle suction along the shaft, only to take it all in again.

Again and again she sucked, taking it slow and easy, using Trip�s appreciative noises as her cue. She was just starting to pick up the pace, bringing one hand up to pump the shaft and the other to cup his balls, when she realized how hard his sac was. She barely managed to cover the head with her lips before he was erupting, spurt after warm spurt cascading over her tongue, dribbling out the corners of her mouth. She was wiping her chin with her sleeve as she sank back into her chair to gaze across at her lover.

�Ooh, boy,� Trip was saying, shaking his head in an attempt to keep his eyes open. �Will you be my co-pilot all the time?�

Veronica chuckled. �If you can arrange it, I�m there.�

�Enterprise to Shuttlepod Two,� came the unmistakable voice of Sub-Commander T�Pol. Trip rolled his eyes at Veronica, but his voice betrayed nothing as he pressed a button to answer.

�Shuttlepod Two here.�

�You are cleared to dock in Bay 3.�

�Understood,� Trip replied, looking up to see the Enterprise rapidly approaching, one set of docking bay doors wide open. With a sigh, he reached down to tuck himself back into his uniform.

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