Strange Magnetism (closed)

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

It's been a few months since Enterprises maiden voyage, and the crew is finally becoming used to each other. T'Pol and Trip are currently in the decontamination room, having just returned from an away mission.

T'Pol studied Trip silently. Humans still surprised her in many ways. Their strong passions and lack of logic bordered on annoying at times, but there was something about them that drew her interest. Especially this one, with his thick accent, and confidence around women. And it didn't hurt that he was so physically appealing.

The com system buzzed, and T'Pol pushed the button to listen. Dr. Flox had some news: "You are both still infected by the pathogen. I'll have to give you another medicine, so make yourselves comfortable."

T'Pol just knew that Trip wouldn't take this news well. They had already been in the small room for over an hour, and it wasn't exactly easy to sit next to each other, wearing practically nothing, and try to make small talk. (which is even harder when you are Vulcan)

She could do this, she told herself. Small talk could not be that hard. "What is your favorite part of the mission to date?" She asked, trying to think of something more logical to discuss.

 

[Elvenoff1]

The small stream of liquid flowed down his chest was nerve racking for not only did it represent the temperate that the room had to be to kill the parthenogenesis but it also represented his sexuality of being a man. Yes, he was a highly trained federation officer and have been subjected to this decon many times with woman but none had the strange pull he was feeling at this particular moment.

His eyes gazed at the other wall focusing upon a single point. He didn't want his eyes to roam around the room, for the situation at hand was one awkward moment. T'Pol was incrediblely appealing in body and like most men that is where the caring stopped. He was able to over come this stereotyping many years ago, but at the moment that was being put to the test. How could you form a relationship with a computer? How could a man see more than the body when everything else was wrapped by a strong wall for no-one to see? Not even the one that was putting up that wall.

His concentration was broken by the report. "That's just great! I have to realign the warp grid, flush the nebular cell, and rephrase the converter pods before 0300, and I'm stuck in here for another hour!" He stood up without thinking about the male part and his previous problem before this new one. Instantly that fact came to him. He looked down then instantly sat back down, hands covering himself.

He looked over his shoulder when T'Pol began talking about the mission. "Well, the korbian technology is slightly higher than ours. They have a very unique way of bypassing the vacuum cell of there warp drive." he quickly replied and turned his head away for he caught himself gazing up and down her body.

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

T'Pol couldn't help but notice that Commander Tucker seemed as uneasy as she was. Tight spaces shouldn't bother a Vulcan, because it wasn't logical, but they still got to her occasionally. "Maybe I've been around these humans too long..." She thought to herself, as she rubbed the newest agent on her skin. Dr. Flox was a little too eager to try new remedies on the crew. And this one was extremely pungent, especially for her Vulcan nose.

Trip's voice cut through T'Pol's musings. "Well, the korbian technology is slightly higher than ours. They have a very unique way of bypassing the vacuum cell of there warp drive." His eyes seemed to dart around the room, glancing once or twice her way. "I really wouldn't say the Korbian's have higher technology, Commander, but that they apply it differently than you do."

T'Pol stood and stretched quickly, coating her arms and legs with the agent. "If I have observed anything so far, it is that humans continually find solutions where there appear to be none."

She turned toward the door so that she could rub the agent on her chest, underneath her shirt. "Your species have developed in some ways faster than the Council thought you would."

"Could you put the agent on my back? I can't reach it." T'Pol waited, not sure at all if she wanted Trip's hands on her, and yet, she was curious.

 

[Elvenoff1]

There it was that one thing made him grit his teeth to prevent from bursting out what he felt. That Vulcan way of words, pointing out things that just kill small talk and pushes the hair on the back of his neck upwards in a moment of pure truffle.

"What?" his face squinted up as hr considered what she said. "Are you kidding me? The transference rate would rupture our cells in their current states and unless you have a quick way of rephrasing our alloy construction than at the moment they have a higher technology than we do." he was getting a little flustered with her snippy logical retort to his previous statement.

Then the moment came that he knew she would ask. The rub on. He lowered his head and took a deep breathe. Attempted to keep his mind on the flow of antimatter accelerators and there triangular formations and spectrum coding. He took the container, dipped his fingers into the cool, slime based gel. Rubbing it on both hands before placing them upon her shoulder. Her skin was soft, but taunt due to her physical fitness. The temperture of the room brought beads of sweat upon her skin. His eyes Gaze flowed over her shoulder, down her back, following his hands. He looked over to her swallowing hard. Even from the back her breast were in view and eye catching. He pressed harder upon her skin feeling her taunt muscles of her lower back. His fingers lightly kneading her flesh.

"Yes, your council always does have a lower opion of our ability." he replied thankful for the interruption. "There you go." he turns around. "Would you mind?" indicating for her to apply the gel to his back. "So tell me what has your interest in this mission?" he knew she felt this was a waste of their time for her people met this race years ago..

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

Trip's frustration was plain to see, even to a Vulcan. T'Pol could tell that she was part of the cause, but she couldn't quite put her finger on the whole reason. All of her arguments had been logical....

Trip pushed up the back of her shirt so he could put the gel on her back. T'Pol was surprised at how warm his hands were. He was so thorough, it was almost like he was giving her a massage at the same time. It felt good to be touched. T'Pol hadn't felt a man's touch in years.

"Yes, your council always does have a lower opinion of our ability." Trip's voice jarred T'Pol from her reverie, and brought her back to reality. She almost missed his hands when he removed them, and then asked for her help.

"Of course." She said woodenly. She turned around, and grabbed the bottle of gel. She squeezed a large amount on her hands and then began working it onto his back. First his shoulders, then down his spine and the rest of his back. She didn't want to think about where else the gel should go....but there was still the lower region of both of their bodies to consider.

The com buzzed again and Trip hit the button. "There is one last thing for you two to do. You'll have to shower in a special mix of medicines and cleansing agents." Dr. Flox's instructions continued: "I'm sorry but you will have to do this together. You can still wear your under clothing, but you must make sure that your entire body gets covered in the solution that I'm adding to the water. I'll contact you again when you are both clear."

T'Pol was grateful that she didn't have to do anything else with the gel, but shower with Commander Tucker? That was normally a very private practice for Vulcans. She looked over at Trip, trying to gauge what he was thinking, but he remained a mystery for her.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Trip tried to keep his concentration focused on something else beside the smooth Vulcan hand sliding over his shoulder, down his back sending waves of electricity throughout his body, but to him, it seemed like it went directly to his loins. He resisted the best he could but with the feel of her hand gliding over his bak it put a flame burning in the pit of his stomach.

He looked down and it was obvious that he was losing the battle, but think them heavens it would be over soon. He tried to bring us schematics of warp drives engines, restated the entire theory of warp drive till he felt the pressure down below give way to his practically cold shower.

Then the beep came and Vox's voice filled the room with news that just made trip shake is head in disbelief. 'Why me?' he asked himself as he felt the pressure of the situation coming heavy upon his shoulders. He turned and and was a little taken back for T'Pol was staring at him with this look upon her face. It was the same face she always wears showing no emotion at all, however, he could tell that she didn't like this either for she normally would go into the spill of why this must happen, but she didn't and that even made him more uncomfortable.

"Well isn't it just getting better. Look I don't mind sharing a room, or a starship with them but I draw the line when it comes to my shower time." he raised his brow sternly. "it's not going to happen." he stated but knew quite well that he would lose this little battle as well.

He looked at her when the shower started a lump formed in his throat for he didn't know if he would be able to stop the natural effects of being aroused. For they will be basically in full contact in the small compartment of the shower.his eyes rolled upward for a moment before looking back over to her, " I suppose the pathogen won't go way I time with just the gel?" he knew the answer before he even asked the question.

He didn't wait for the response as he stepped into the shower. It's extremely warm water mixing with the gel caused a warming sensation to flow through him. He just shook his head and tried to turn toward the wall. Keeping is manhood concealed from her view.

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

T'Pol could tell that Trip was very uneasy, but she couldn't understand why. The pathogen posed no threat to them. They just needed to shower together. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he didn't want to shower with her. It was an awkward situation, no matter how you look at it, but it couldn't be helped.

T'Pol slowly eased into the shower stall, shutting the door behind her. The warm water sluiced over her body, making her very sensitive. The shower sputtered a little, as the thicker medicine and cleansing agents joined the stream.

It felt strange to be in the shower with a man. Vulcans normally don't share that part of their life with anyone, even their mate, and T'Pol hadn't understood just how intimate it would feel. She could see the signs of arousal in Commander Tucker, but still, he remained a gentleman, and even tried to hide the signs from her. Of course she knew about human mating practices, but had never tried them herself. Vulcan ways were much different, much more....logical. At least that is what T'Pol kept trying to convince herself as she watched the water bounce off Trip's muscles, and almost envied those drops of water.

T'Pol realized that she hadn't said anything in several minutes, so she attempted small talk, but as usual, it fell flat. This custom was very annoying to her, for it was not logical to engage in small talk, but at the same time, the situation was so awkward, it seemed to demand some interruption.

"What is one goal you still want to accomplish Trip?" She asked, hoping to spark some kind of conversation to ease the tension. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo and worked it through her hair. "I want to experience something truly unique." T'Pol figured that if she went first, maybe he would feel comfortable enough to share with her.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Warmth, urges, images hammered at the wall of will relentlessly. His Mind betrayed him by sending images of T'Pol in various seductive positions. His body betrayed him by surrendering its control to the mind. His heart and soul battled both winning in one area, but losing in the other.

He looked down and shook his head as more images crossed his mind of his hardness sliding effortlessly between her breasts due to the lubricant of water and gel like medicine. Then came the burning, the wanting, the desire crashed against that wall of self-control, which was weakling with each assault.

He was thankful for her attempt to create small talk for it helped him gain some self-control. He envied that hard grip on emotions that the Vulcans have at this time and moment. Once again he tried to kill the effect of his arousal by thinking deep into the question that was asked of him.

"Well lets see." he whispered over his shoulder not wanting to turn and face her, for he knew the warmth of the water and the gelish substance in the water would bring T'Pol's nipples to a hard peak and with her top wet it would take a greater form of her abundance. He swallowed hard trying to rid that image.'Damn' his inner voice sighed. "One of the goals I have is to learn what I can about their technology I which I can use to increase our current level of technology. I do have other goals that don't just settle on our propulsion, but they have an alloy that can strengthen our hall plating if I can figure out the proper formula." he felt better as is mind shifted to the material componrt list of the formula.

"What about you? You seemed taken by the ambassador and is mythology."

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

T'Pol found it strange how Commander Tucker seemed fixated on the shower wall, but as this was an awkward situation, his behavior was understandable, though not logical.

"Do you need any help with the formula Commander?" T'Pol asked. "I have the time to be of assistance. I'd like to help fortify Enterprise's defenses as well." T'Pol thought for a moment...it was hard for her to relate on a personal level to others, but she needed to try.

"How about personal goals, Commander? Not just goals for Enterprise." T'Pol grew a little bold, and touched his shoulder, turning him to look at her. "What do you want to do besides travel the stars?"

All of the sudden, T'Pol was extremely aware of Trip's raw masculinity. Waves of heat seemed to pour from him, catching T'Pol completely off guard. She felt her nipples rub against the fabric of her shirt, and her body as a whole betrayed her, and responded to the glorious heat. T'Pol could not allow this. He was her subordinate. She must control herself. That is why Vulcan emotions must be repressed. It would be too easy for her to let herself go...to lose herself in his arms...it had been far too long since she had felt the touch of a man. "Maybe this one time...." T'Pol had to stop herself. She couldn't even entertain the notion.

T'Pol got closer to the water spout, eager to wash her hair, and rise off....anything to escape this small space with this man....this man that made her question.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tripp listened to the soft voice of T'Pol rising over sound of the water splattering upon the shower floor. He slightly shook his head in defeat for the images and her soft voice broke his resistance. She just don't get it his words spoken only to himself and they are suppose to be these high intelligent beings and she don't even know what is going on with him for she keeps talking instead of just taking care of herself and let the time pass for him.

He felt extremely uncomfortable for is cock was hard and crimped up inside,of his briefs, which hugged him tightly giving full dimension of his manhood. his eyes rolled upward wishing that he never had even mentioning to the captain of his interest in this mission. Heck, reed could have been here instead of him if he didn't open his mouth.

He felt her touch,along with her turning him gesture, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breathe he turned toward her. His eyes instantly falling to her hard nipples and form fitting tightness of her top. His cock grew even more stern but what was worse it began to jerk and twitch.

He looked into her eyes upon her question with a stern face. "To get out of this shower as soon as possible." his words slightly filled with aggravation. "look," his voice halted as his gaze watched her breathing, watching her breast rise and fall with each intake. He swallowed hard as she rose her arms to wash her hair, for this action pushed her breasts outward toward him.

Fuck! He whispered to himself not being able to control it anymore. He stepped into her, pushing his hard cock against her tight. "You know, there are a lot of things that I would love to do in my life, but I believe traveling the stars is the one that's triumphs the rest. He reaches for the shampoo that is behind her, thus the reason for him to step toward her. His chest pushing against hers as he grabbed the bottle and began washing his hair..

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

T'Pol finally realized just how bothered Trip was by her presence. Literally. She felt the hard length of him, as he pressed up against her. All the sudden, her mind was full of images that shouldn't be there...desires that she shouldn't have.

As the water sluiced over her body, T'Pol realized how this must look to Trip. How because of his humanity, he would be even more attracted to her in this situation. But what could she do to calm the situation? Obviously, talking had helped nothing. But there had to be something....T'Pol decided to give an idea a try. She quickly rinsed her hair, all the while acting like it was nothing that Trip's body was so close to hers. Dr. Phlox's voice cut through her thoughts: "You are fine now. I've got clean clothes for you both to put on when you are ready."

T'Pol leaned a little closer to Trip, her hardened nipples brushing his chest as she whispered "As you wish." She said, quoting a movie he'd made her watch a few weeks ago. T'Pol was surprised at the stirrings she felt inside her....making her want to experience things that she never should even think of. As she turned to leave, she daringly looked back and said "There is more to me than you think."

T'Pol exited the decontamination chamber, and went over to one of the patient areas where Phlox had left her clothes. She pulled the curtains together, never realizing how the light cast her shadow on the curtain...every move visible and larger than life.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Trip wondered what she meant by there was more to her than he has realized. He stood watching her walk away with a confused, wonderment expression on his face. His inner voice asking himself what did she mean and why did she even say that. He stood for a moment reeling the memory back to see if anything was said or actions that would have gave a reason for that statement.

Like a typical man his mind homed in on the memory of her hard nipples scraping across his chest. His mind replaying the feeling of them while he watched her getting dressed. Those ample breasts silhouetted through the curtains drew his self-control to the limit. His eyes strained wanting to see if her nipples protruded a good distance from here areola.

He stood in ah, his mouth watering wondering how those hard nipples would feel sliding over his lips. How they would feel when he bit down upon them and ran his tongue up one side, over the top, and then down the other side swirling around them several times before biting down on them again. His mind continued to play the scenario in his head. How his thick hands would glide over her sides, then over her strong abs, and then up to the luscious curve of her breasts. He would palm them, weighting them as he pushed his fingers up to those nipples where he would clasp them in between his fingers and apply pressure to them.

His mind jolted when the communication system barked his name. "Commander tucker will you come to engineering. We have a slight drop in antimatter flow to the warp drives." his ensign's voice holding a slight concern tone to it.

He whispered something that his mind didn't even understand as he acknowledged the ensign. "Yes, on my way." he responded in his normal tone. He took one last glance at her before sliding into his uniform and headed out of medical on his way to engineering.

 

[smart_and_sexytxgirl]

T'Pol could tell that she confused Trip, and she smiled to herself as she got dressed. She really did like the feeling when she did something out of character...something that made the Humans around her stare in wonder. This feeling was substantially less, because it was Trip that she had left bemused, and somehow, she cared more about what he thought.

T'Pol looked over her shoulder at Trip's outline, as he dressed. He really was a handsome man, she thought. Contrary to popular belief, Vulcans are capable of being attracted to others, apart from the pon farr, and T'Pol was no different.

As Trip was being summoned to Engineering, T'Pol opened up the curtain and prepared to live sick bay. Dr. Phlox cast a curious look her way, and tried to engage in conversation, but T'Pol was ready to get back to her quarters.

"I'm sorry Doctor, but I do need to get back to my quarters. I have that report to finish for Captain Archer." T'Pol hurried out before Phlox could come up with a reason to make her stay.

After meditating a while, and finding that she could not get Trip out of her head, T'Pol decided to go get some food. Maybe she could find some distraction as well.