Narek Trading Outpost
They had noticed it several days ago. Lt. Reed said the sensors were going nuts. They followed the trail to a remote space station, where, after a game of 20 questions with a rather imposing looking security officer, they had been given permission to lurk around. The captain had never heard of this place, nor had Ensign Mayweather in all his boomer travels. But Doctor Phlox had. This station was rumored to have the best to buy or sell, legal or illegal, in the whole galaxy. It was intriguing enough for the captain to send away teams down in pairs to find the source of the sensor field distortion, see some sights, and perhaps meet some new species. Kill three birds with one stone, he had said.
Captain Archer had suggested that Commander Tucker and Sub-Commander T'Pol go down to the station to find the field distortion. Why did he always pair him with the Vulcan? She had no sense of humor and wasn't much of a conversationalist. They had just spent several hours wandering through the decks, weaving through the bodies that were barking out deals to everyone that passed. Finally T'Pol's tricorder indicated they were getting close to the disruption. She stopped outside a storage bay.
The storage bay couldn't be more conveniently located - right across from a bar/strip club/ brothel. The worst of the galaxy's scoundrels and bandits made this station a regular stop. It was a seedy place, dark and gloomy punctuated only by a flickering light here and there.
Trip was working on getting the access code to the storage bay. T'Pol was standing close to his side, making sure they weren't noticed. After taking a quick look around them, they decided it would be in their best interest if they could 'blend in' a bit. The establishment's clients were drinking heavily and most had a woman on their lap. Or up against the bar. Or the bulkhead. T'Pol had chosen to stand close to the Commander, in the attempt that it may look to a passing patron that they were deep in conversation.
"Quit crowdin' me, T'Pol," Trip grumbled, "I can't see what I'm doin'."
"I could back away so the entire facility can see what you're doing, Commander," she countered.
Trip rolled his eyes. "Fine," he sighed. He continued his attempts at breaking and entering. "How 'bout you move your head a bit to the left then? At least let some light in around that big Vulcan head of yers."
T'Pol merely scowled at him, and tilted her head to the left, as he requested. She closed her eyes, counted to ten and resumed scanning the crowd for any curious onlookers. Trip grinned to himself. He didn't mind her being so close. He knew her proximity to him was annoying her. That alone was worth the trip.
He watched her surveillance in silent but growing fascination. She had her head resting on the bulkhead and was intently watching the people around them. Trip smiled warmly the way her eyebrow would twitch slightly at something he presumed did not meet with her approval. His eyes roamed overher face, ears and to her sleek jaw line. He followed it to her chin, where it always seemed to jut out with indignity. His eyes floated up to her lips, full and soft, as she unconsciously pursed them.
"Why are you studying me, Commander?" T'Pol inquired flatly. "Shouldn't you be getting us into that storage bay?"
Trip blinked at her.
T'Pol raised an eyebrow back at him.
"Y'know, you're kinda beautiful." he started, "at least when your self- imposed superiority and arrogance aren't getting in the way." He finished by tracing a finger gently down her jaw, smiling smugly.
T'Pol lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes. "Thank you, Commander. I must admit that for a human, you are very handsome." She paused to take in the look of surprise on Commander Tucker's face. "Of course, you are handsome when your ignorance and exuberance aren't getting in the way. "
Trip's jaw dropped open. "What? My 'exuberance'? What the hell is that supposed to mean??" he asked suspiciously.
T'Pol lifted her head from the wall and crossed her arms. "You, as a human, are far too excitable," she stated.
Trip leaned in closer and glared. "You make me sound like a goddamned Chihuahua," he growled.
T'Pol arched the eyebrow again and said, "I'm not familiar with a Chihuahua, but I'm sure you've done the comparison justice." She reached up and trailed a finger down his jaw line, just as he had done to her a minute ago. She looked back up to find him smiling. She scowled at him.
"Matchin' me insult for insult, now are we?" Trip asked softly. He leaned in closer and spoke lowly into her ear. "Better be careful, T'Pol. I might actually start to like you." His last words blew into her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
Trip grinned and turned back to the access panel. Before he could get very far into his work, he felt a slim hand grab his shoulder and spun him around. T'Pol had him pushed up against the bulkhead, her left forearm across his collar bone. Her right hand had his left arm clamped to his side. Her entire body had his pinned to the wall. Her face was mere inches from his.
"We've been noticed, Commander," she hissed.
Trip's look of confusion turned to one of concern as he looked over T'Pol's head and into the bar behind them. He scanned for anyone looking their way.
"It's the barman, the one with the yellow hair," T'Pol whispered. "I suggest we either blend in better or abandon the mission now."
Trip looked back at her and blinked. He nodded and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. "You're not propositioning me, are you Sub-Commander?" he joked quietly.
"Of course not," she said flatly. She released her grip from his arm and chest and trailed her hands up over his shoulders and behind his neck. "But for those watching, they need not know that. "
Trip tightened his grip around her waist. She still had him pinned at the hips. Damn the Vulcans and their strength. He glanced back at the bartender, who was carefully eyeballing them. He felt something wet on his ear.
"Was that your tongue, T'Pol?" he gasped.
"Yes," she said. "I thought it was an appropriate action, considering the situation."
"Y'know, I think you're enjoyin' this," he teased.
"On the contrary, Commander, if I had known I'd be this close to you I would have asked the doctor for more nasal numbing agent," she stated.
Trip smiled and bent down, trailing soft kisses up her neck, keeping one eye on that damn bartender. "Well if I had known you'd be this close, I'd have made sure not to bathe for a few days," he returned, and nipped gently at her earlobe. He ran his tongue lightly down her jaw to her chin.
"I guess it's my lucky day, then," T'Pol whispered, staring at his lips. She pulled his head to her and gave him a short, almost chaste kiss. She shifted her hips a bit, brushing her pelvic bone against his groin. Trip gasped and bucked his hips slightly.
"Maybe it's *my* lucky day," he remarked absently. He was fixated on those lips again. This was turning out to be a very interesting mission indeed. <Gotta remember to thank the Cap'n for this one> he thought. He leaned in, just a bit, and met her for another kiss.
This time it was anything but chaste. Her mouth was open. His mouth was open. Their tongues tangled somewhere in the middle. T'Pol ran her hands through Trip's hair, tugging at the strands as she felt his tongue rake across her teeth. His hands stroked her back, shoulder to ass as he moaned into her. The kiss deepened, growing hotter and wetter with each passing second.
It was T'Pol that finally broke the kiss. She pulled back and rested her forehead against Trip's. Both were breathing heavily, neither one's hands had stilled.
"Whoa," Trip breathed. "You sure you're not enjoying this, Sub-Commander?" he asked, still panting.
"Not as much as you apparently are, Commander," she replied, pressing her hips into his. "Either that is your phase pistol jabbing me or you have become physically aroused during all of this. "
"I didn't bring my phase pistol. I was countin' on you to protect me. And do ya have to be so clinically dry??" he said, with a small thrust of his own hips.
"Only my words are clinically dry, Commander," T'Pol remarked coyly. This was met with a groan as Trip tried to pull her closer.
Just then they heard a muffled twittering sound. Trip sighed heavily and dug his communicator out of his pocket. "Saved by the chirp," he mumbled. He opened the cover and spoke into the device, "Tucker, here."
"Commander!" came the Captain's cheery greeting. "How are you and T'Pol making out down there? "
"Uh. s-sir?" Trip stammered, a wild look of panic passing momentarily across his features.
"Did you get in yet, Commander?" asked Captain Archer.
"Well, sir, another couple minutes and I would've gained access," Trip explained, as he felt T'Pol's hand travel down his chest, and slide over his stomach, slipping further to give his hard cock a gentle squeeze. "But," he gasped, "w-we were interrupted."
"How so, Trip?" was the next question posed.
T'Pol rolled her eyes at the captain's inquiry. She suckled on Trip's earlobe as he talked with the Captain.
"Sir, we found ourselves in a position of either blendin' in with the locals or forgettin' this whole thing. We were bein' watched and decided it was best to let wandering eyes pass us over unsuspectingly," Trip replied vaguely.
"Well, since you're not getting anywhere down there, why don't you head back to the shuttle now. I'd like to see you two in my ready room when you get back to the ship. I heard some interesting stories from several other crewmen about that station. I'd like to hear yours in more detail. Captain Archer out," and with that the communicator went silent.
"Great," Trip sighed. His hands still absently ran up and down T'Pol's back. "The Cap'n wants details."
T'Pol arched an eyebrow. "What is wrong with that, Commander?"
Trip looked at her with mild surprise and asked, "You want him knowin' what we did to blend in? It's not exactly behavior becoming an officer, ya know."
"Perhaps we'll just have to show him, then," she stated matter-of-factly. She let go of him and started down the corridor back to the shuttle as Trip stared after her. He shook his head and grinned, jogging to catch up.
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