The Amorous Vulcan Part 2
Title: PHLOX REVISITED
Author: Aura-z
Author’s e-mail: [email protected]
Archive: EntSTFic, MEGA
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Category: het
Rating: NC-17
Status: complete
Pairing: T’pol/Phlox
Summary: Buried emotions start to surface after being given a good ‘kick up the keister’ by some rather pleasant memories. (Well’…..it could happen) .
Sequel to: BREAKFAST WITH PHLOX
Author’s notes: It’s only my second Fic ever, so be merciful.
The movie continued, it had almost become
nothing more than a comfortable distraction to T’pol, and she found herself
sneaking more and more glances to her left to study her movie companion. He sat
slightly slouched in his chair with an almost childlike expression on his face
as he absently stared at the movie screen. His bright blue eyes sparkled but
belied the fact that his mind was elsewhere. He seemed to sense her scrutiny
and smiled at her, offering her what remained of an well-assaulted bowl of
popcorn. She accepted with a curt nod of her head, and wondered if he was
really enjoying her company or just politely pretending too.
Phlox was supposed to have attended the movie
with Ensign Cutler, but she had to work an extra shift at short notice. So when
asked if he was still going to attend the movie by Hoshi at the senior staff
meeting, Captain Archer had slapped him on the back and suggested he take
T’pol. She had originally shown no interest in seeing the movie, but the
Captain had subtly insisted. So now here they were.
T’pol had felt different in the doctors
company since he had "assisted" her with her Pon Farr, and she still
held some concerns as to what the cause might be. And then there had been the
shuttlepod accident, which had almost claimed the lives of several crewmembers
including Phlox. She had tried to do what was expected of her as his senior
officer and support him through the worst of his pain. But despite her best
efforts he had declined from any closeness with her, and had even seemed to pull
away from his friendship with her altogether.
She had respected his wishes and kept her
dealings with him on strictly ‘ships business’ terms. So now, after a few weeks
of him either avoiding her or just being too busy, they had been pushed
together again. She found herself having to concentrate on acting as if nothing
between them had ever changed. And now he was smiling at her again, just like
old times, and reluctantly she felt much better in herself for it.
The movie finally finished and the lights came
on and the majority of the room’s occupants stood and stretched and started to
chatter amongst themselves. Phlox also stood and tapped the shoulder of the man
infront of him who was still seated.
‘Tell me Commander do you always cry at
movies? I can’t help but notice that they seem to provoke this reaction in
you.’
Commander Tucker looked up and smiled, his
eyes still damp.
‘Just the black and white ones Doc, I don’t
think they knew how to make a happy flick back in those days.’
‘Flick?’ Questioned Phlox, glancing to Hoshi who stood to his
left.
Hoshi smiled at him, ‘Its just another term
for a movie. And as far as Mr Tucker here is concerned another old term,
"A big girls blouse", springs to mind.’
Tucker made a face at her and then turned the
other way, Phlox looked puzzled for a moment and then arched his eyebrow.
‘Ah, I think I have just worked that one
out’. He said.
T’pol was still confused.
‘Are you suggesting Ensign, that the
Commander no longer has the stamina to continue with his duties? Perhaps Doctor
Phlox should address this matter in his next crew assessment.’
Commander Tucker threw Phlox an exasperated
look.
‘Will you take them both away somewhere.
Please Doc.’
Phlox chuckled softly.
‘Come on then’ He said addressing T’pol and
Hoshi. ‘Lets leave Mr Tucker in peace.’
The three of them made their way out of the
movie room.
‘I’m afraid I have to leave you both at this
point.’ Announced Hoshi. ‘I still have a few duties to finish off before the
end of the evening.’ She addressed Phlox. ‘I’m sure the Sub Commander will
escort you back to sickbay Doctor.’
‘I’m not an invalid Ensign’. He said. ‘I can
make it unaided back to sickbay. And besides I’m sure the Sub Commander has
better places to be.’
Hoshi threw T’pol a meaningful look.
‘Nope not tonight.’ She replied. ‘We’ve all
been given strict instructions to keep an eye on you until you make a full
recovery and get your strength back.’ She gave them both an encouraging smile
and then headed off down the corridor. T’pol noticed the inquisitive look that
Phlox gave her and decided to take control of the situation. Heeding the
Captains words to her about trying to be more friendly and sympathetic towards
Phlox at least until he was fully recovered, she slipped her arm in his.
‘This way Doctor’ She managed. ‘I must
confess I have missed our little talks together.’
His expression became that of controlled
alarm, and she wondered if she should not have been so blunt with her choice of
words. They walked mainly in silence, each occasionally asking the other polite
questions about their duties and current assignments. When they finally reached
the doors of sickbay, Phlox removed his arm from hers in a relieved fashion,
and turned to face her. The awkwardness between them hung heavily in the air.
‘Goodnight Sub Commander’. Said Phlox, giving
her a half-hearted smile before turning to enter sickbay.
‘A moment Doctor’. She put emphasis on the
word "Doctor". ‘I think we have to talk.’ She glanced momentarily at
the floor. ‘I believe it to be in both our interests to sort this out.’ Her
voice was soft but authoritative.
‘Sort what out?’ He enquired with feigned
innocence.
‘This… Whatever it is.’ She said, making a
waving gesture with her hand, before striding into sickbay with grim
determination.
Phlox stood for a few seconds with a bemused
expression on his face before turning and warily entering sickbay himself.
T’pol stood with her arms folded across her
chest and looked directly at him as he entered the room. He found time to give
the closing doors behind him one last rueful look before turning his attention
back to T’pol, who was now unashamedly scrutinising him.
He seemed nervous to her, not a
characteristic he was renowned for and T’pol found herself growing excited at
the thought of making him this uneasy. She ploughed on against her better
judgement.
‘I assume you have been avoiding me.’ She
paused. ‘Have I done something to inflict upset upon you in someway?’
He looked at her intently, but said nothing
Her eyes searched his for an answer, and when
none was forthcoming she closed the gap between them and surprised herself by
gently reaching for his arm. He flinched slightly as she touched him, but did
not move away from her. Again she felt the unaccustomed wave of excitement wash
through her body, almost catching her off guard.
‘I did not mean to give that impression Sub
Commander.’ He said carefully, and then caught the hint of a frown that crossed
her face momentarily and corrected himself. ‘T’pol.’ His voice was quiet.
Her expression became resolute again.
‘Doctor, I just want….’ Her voice trailed off
as she realised with growing confusion that she wasn’t sure what she wanted.
She found herself observing his features intently and he seemed trapped under her
gaze, unable to look away. Her hand moved from his arm to gently touch the side
of his face, her warm fingers caressed his skin. He looked taken aback for the
briefest of moments and then cocked his head in a questioning manor. She pulled
her hand away.
‘I’m sorry.’ She breathed. ‘I don’t know what
came over me.’ She looked away in shame and then heard a familiar noise. He was
running the Medical scanner over her with a perplexed expression on his face, then
he frowned and banged the device on the edge of his desk and resumed a second
scan. She addressed him again.
‘Well?’ Her voice carried a hint of
rejection.
He sighed and shrugged, trying to look
anywhere but at her.
‘There’s nothing wrong with you … I have no
explanation for your apparent … attraction to me.’ He finally looked at her,
curiosity written on his face.
She squared her shoulders and took a deep
breath.
‘It is obvious you wish for me to leave.’ She
turned away.
‘Please don’t go.’ His voice was gentle and
she could sense him drawing closer.
After a moment he continued.
‘I didn’t mean to push you away and threaten
our friendship, it just took me awhile to recover my thoughts after our … night
together. The last thing I wanted was to say anything out of turn to you and
risk alienating you.’ He paused, and treated her to a lopsided smile, ‘Besides,
I haven’t been great company since the crash anyway. Though, despite the
Captains concerns I am now feeling much better.’ He paused. ‘Much stronger.’
She found herself being drawn back to him,
enticed by his words.
‘I can not imagine you being bad company
Doctor.’ She replied almost shyly at him, her eyes shining with hidden meaning.
Her hand once more reached for him, he gave her a slight gesture of
acquiescence at this action, which emboldened her to move even closer to him.
She tentatively slid her arms around his neck and rested her head on his broad
chest. She was struck by the easiness of it, and the memories came flooding
back. His body stiffened at her contact and she heard the slight intake of breath
that he took in response to this unexpected embrace. Her own heart was pounding
now; she was shocked herself at how her feelings toward him had grown into such
a strong desire to be intimate with him once more.
‘You’ll have to forgive me.’ He said, a
slight falter to his voice. ‘I’m still not fully accustomed to being touched in
this way…other than by my wives and husbands of course.
She already knew the answer but felt
compelled to pursue the topic.
‘Why?’ She asked, not moving her head from
his chest, her eyes now closed. She could feel his body starting to relax
against hers.
‘The males of my species are generally more
inhibited than our females. Because the woman tend to dominate and take the
lead in such matters, there is little need for us to be, how should I say …
pro-active.’
She looked at him slyly and raised an
eyebrow.
‘You mean the woman have to instigate and
pursue all such encounters.’ It was more of a statement than a question.
He looked almost embarrassed as he considered
this, his lips pursed as he struggled to find the appropriate words.
‘Well basically, yes. They make all the decisions,
we simply re-act to their lead.’ His voice trailed off as he recognised the all
to familiar predatory look in T’pols eyes, he had seen it before.
T’pol considered his words for a moment, and
then reaching a decision gently pulled him closer. Her arms were still
encircled around his neck and since she understood that she would have to
dominate him to some extent, she pressed her warm hands on the back of his neck
to quell any resistance from him and prevent escape. She brushed her lips
against his and he seemed to submit himself to her desired action, if not a
little shakily. So growing in confidence and need she fused her mouth more
demandingly upon him. Again she felt him waver slightly before once more
relaxing under her touch. After a moment of uncertainty he parted his lips and
her hot questing tongue slid inside his mouth, exploring and tasting him.
Her hands were all over him now, gently
tugging at his clothing, he was being slowly pushed backwards until he felt his
back pressed up against the side of a biobed. She seemed hungry, and her need
to have more intimate contact with him was growing at an alarming rate. With
some difficulty he managed to untangle himself from her.
‘Perhaps… somewhere else would be more
appropriate.’ He whispered his own breathing somewhat laboured.
Her eyes flashed with anger at having been
disturbed, and then softness touched them once more.
‘My quarters.’ Her voice was husky and commanding,
she took his hand and led him back towards the door.
The journey to her private quarters was only
a short one, but to T’pol it seemed like an eternity. Her heart pounded in her
chest with burning anticipation and a deepening want to be with her mate once
more. She was grateful for Phlox’s lack of resistance to her advances but could
also sense a slight fear in him. She desperately wanted to hold him again in
her arms and reassure him that her intentions were driven by a desire to protect
him and keep him close to her.
Once inside her quarters she moved towards
him, he looked at her and she could see the doubt building in his eyes.
‘T’pol…, are you sure we should be doing
this?’ His voice was hushed and she could feel him trembling under her touch.
‘Shhh …. I will not hurt you.’ She purred
against his skin, planting warm kisses on his face and neck, cajoling him into
compliance. Her hands were also busy and his clothes were soon falling from him
onto the floor. She could feel the heat of his naked body burning through her
uniform, and she smiled when at last his trembling fingers started to undo the
fastenings of her own clothes.
The bed coverings were cool to the touch and
felt good against their heated flesh. T’pol’s movements were more gentle now,
she wanted to take her time in reacquainting herself with every inch of her
mates body. She delicately ran her tongue over his pale flesh revelling in the
familiarity of his scent and taste. He lay on his back; eyes closed and gave himself
up to her intimate inspection. When she reached his groin he shivered and
arched up enough for her to reach her hand under him and hold him in position.
His erect penis glistened with pre-come and a soft groan escaped his lips when
he felt her hot mouth upon him, licking and nipping fondly at him. She moved up
his body and he looked into her eyes, now intently locked with his, as she sat
astride him and pressed her own wetness to him.
There was a moment of pure understanding and
desire between them, and then she impaled herself upon him, sliding him
rhythmically in and out of her. His body craved to make her happy, to satisfy
her, and he pushed himself deeper into her with each stroke, joining himself to
her.
And for awhile, they moved as one, and
breathed as one.
Blackness engulfed her, pressing in on her
from all direction. A harsh shroud of coldness besieged her, pursuing her
through the emptiness. But lighting her way through the void, distant stars
burned to their very core drawing her boldly onwards. Onboard, in her quarters,
Sub Commander T’pol cradled her sleeping mate protectively in her arms before
closing her eyes and giving in to the slumber that beckoned her also.