A Bedside Matter - 2
No woman had ever done that to him. Arching his upper
back, he relished playing into her moist heat. The
slight pressure upon his chest caused a hitch in his
breathing. When T'Pol swirled her slippery tongue
around his navel Trip's middle shuddered involuntarily.
She seemed to take some special delight in seeing how
far she could go with her impassioned licks and nibbles.
When her lips caressed the sensitive area, which only the description of 'six-pack' did it justice, Tucker moaned. Instinctually, he clenched the sides of his lover's head until T'Pol broke free gripped in the roilings of volcanic desire unleashed.
Slowly, he trailed his knuckles that had been made larger by constant cracking up along the inside of her right arm. Scooting, T'Pol scaled the length of his inflamed body. Her journey's end came when her mouth fused firmly with his once again. He couldn't get enough of her sharp, tangy taste. His mouth ravaged hers every bit as much as hers was doing to his.
Her tongue pumped into his mouth, with each powerful thrust plunging deeper and deeper until he could stand it no longer. Although he felt suspended in limbo, he still had faculty enough to stream his hands to either side of her sweat-slicked hips. She pulsated atop him, sating him. He heard the sweet, small noises she made as he laved her erect nipples with his titillating tongue.
Her areolae were delicately fleshy...so plush. He took one perfect breast, then its orb-like twin between his lips, wanting to drive her wilder still; more wanton. Her tits in his mouth made him delirious, sucking them; worshipping them.
["Ba...baby,"] he murmured throatily between mammary switches. He welded his hands to her hips more forcefully and with all the care he could muster slid her saturated folds over his distended cock which strained against her inner walls once intimate docking was accomplished.
["Tucker...Tuc..."] T'Pol performed several nimble yet core-rattling gyrations upon his stiff genital vessel of pleasure. His hands melted against her sexy butt cheeks to increase the delicious pressure and precise angle of penetration. ["How thoroughly you complete me...Tucker."]
["You do me so right, baby."] His deep-throated laugh was lascivious. ["Who am I? Tell me again. Ne-need ta hear ya make me de-deaf."]
She impaled herself upon him again and he bucked. ["Tu--Tucker," she exhaled, blaring his name, reveling in his exquisite hardness; the mesmerizing feeling of fullness. ["My one, true 'saav'naik.']
["Do I make it good for ya, su-sugar?"] he demanded. Never had being one with someone ever felt like this.
["You give me what is taboo. It eclipses 'Pon Frell--everything. I must have it always!"]
["Yeah,"] he said in one hoarse gust. ["Oh--yeah!"]
["You are all I could ever need..."] T'Pol collapsed upon his chest and he could feel how close she was, just as he was.
["You're all I ever want, baby. Over and over and over again,"] he declared, spoken in a voice that was the audio embodiment of passion.
Their corporeal explosions were mutual, shaking them in unison well after their vigorous outcies had died down. He was king of the quadrant--hell king of the whole damn universe! His queen, bathed in glorious sweat, lay astride him, whispering his name; his nickname.
He covered her face with lingering kisses and as T'Pol stared into his eyes like a sloe-eyed deer...he hiccuped, rolled over and woke up.
W-where was he? Oh, yeah...this was T'Pol's place.
The candle on the low table had burned way down,
but a flame still glimmered.
He blinked a time or so, disbelieving that he'd had a dream--God...what a dream!--while he wrestled with his heart that beat on fiercely. He was actually shivering against the Vulcan's soundly sleeping form.
When they had arrived at her cabin, he had offered to stay with her if she liked. To his big surprise she had wanted him to. They had lain side-by-side. She hadn't been a bit sleepy, contented to have him near.
He had done most of the talking about his growing up near the Florida Everglades. Right before she had fallen off to sleep she'd told him that he had to be a natural survivalist. Her final question had been had he ever wrestled aligators.
"'Gators and me don't mix," he had told her with a huge grin. Then he'd asked her if she'd ever eaten aligator meat, and she'd made a chuffing sound way in her throat which had sounded a lot like, 'Certainly not!'
"Don't know what you've missed," he had rebutted.
He yawned sleepily, kissing T'Pol's forehead. She didn't stir. Her forehead wasn't as warm as it had been in sickbay. That made him smile.
Whatever she needed, whatever he could do for her while she was out of commission, it was as good as done. He'd see to it. He was determined to make up for the incommodity he'd brought upon her.
And he longed for the day when his dream would be reality. He'd savor every inch of her in the moment when the time really felt right.
Through the unpredictability of time and circumstance, T'Pol was becoming the most important and best thing in his life.
It was time he left. In less than forty-five minutes he was expected back on duty. Soundlessly, he counted to three and raised his body slowly careful not to rouse her. Crouching on all fours close to the bunk, he felt around for his boots.
Not only had T'Pol sensed his movements off the bed, her crack hearing had picked up his wisps of muttered curses under his breath. "What do you seek?"
Mildly startled, annoyed with himself that he'd disturbed her, he answered, "M'boots. You go back to sleep now. I gotta get goin'." He'd made contact with his footwear. As he sat pulling on his boots he wondered if she was hungry. If she was, that would be a good sign she was on the road to recovery if he remembered the pitfalls of Mono. This wasn't the first time he'd been generous with his germs. Standing on his knees, he asked, "Before I go back on, what can I get ya from the mess hall? Name it. I'll get it."
T'Pol turned over on her side, resting the side of her face upon her hands to gaze at him. "Soup..."
"Soup, huh?"
She nodded. "Please."
"Your favorite?"
She nodded again, a wakening smile held its position.
"Plomeek it is then." Another nod from her and he stood. "How's about a little tea to wash it down?"
She shook her head looking definite. "No. The soup will be sufficient." Another small pause intervened with T'Pol's eyes holding his gaze, looking as though she would not relinquish it easily.
Trip leaned down, brushing his fingers over her smooth cheek. "Be back lickety-split." Before leaving her he inquired, "How're ya really feelin', darlin'? Any better?"
"Much better. My throat isn't as sore, and I believe my basal temperature has lowered considerably."
"Now ya talkin'." He paused long enough before heading out, regarding her thoughtfully. "Maybe a little of your favorite pie too if you're up to it?"
"Perhaps a forkful," she said diplomatically, "so you may finish the rest."
"Okay... I'll be back with the goods in a jiff."
"Tucker..."
He held off going over the threshold. "Yeah?"
"Thank you."
He waved her gratitude off. "Shucks. Least I can do seein' I gave ya a dose. Like I said, whatever ya need."
Unstintingly, she insisted, "With you seeing to my needs, I will lack for nothing."
That one knocked the wind out of him. He breathed in sharply, the ear-to-ear 'what a good old boy am I' grin taking charge. He tossed her a 'right-back-at-ya' flick of his hand and departed.
T'Pol rolled unto her back, hugging her arms around herself and stared up at the shadowed ceiling for quite a while.
Absentmindedly, as random thoughts wound her up, she began fingering the 'love bite.' It wasn't as raised or as irritating as it had been when he'd placed it where it was. She wanted another one. As soon as she regained full possession of her health she would ask him to gnaw on her neck a second time.
The sensations of pain and pleasure experienced together fascinated her, as much as he did.
'...Branded for all the crew to see,' she gloated, and this time her smile took full possession of her face. She thought about the special markings she would adorn his flesh with.
He would bear them once they physically bonded; once he decided that they should. That day was not far off. She knew his thoughts and wholeheartedly embraced them, just as she unreservedly embraced him; unpredictable human foibles and all.
The internal debates were over.
His innate unpredictability coupled with a goodness he wore like elaborate ceremonial robes was the most potent attraction of all...
Right or wrong, the strongest attraction she'd ever felt for any male in her life made it impossible for her to ignore it. She did not want to ignore it; ignoring wasn't the answer.
Embracing what he was offering her was...
End
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