Author's Notes: Again, I'll apologize ahead of time. Finding time to write Vulcan porn while staying at my parents' house is a difficult task, not to mention scaring the hell out of my Muse. I will also apologize if the next segment takes longer than usual. Jeez...
The doors to the lift swept shut. Trip turned to T'Pol, hunger barely concealed in his eyes. "Well?" he asked.
"Well what, Commander?" she returned, staring straight ahead.
"That whole scene in the ready room," he said. "What happened?"
T'Pol turned her head towards Trip. She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug, and turned to face the doors again.
Trip stepped closer to her, his chest pressed against her shoulder. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "You got the Captain all turned on, hon." He punctuated his sentence with a nibble to the point of her ear.
T'Pol bent her head forward and away from him. She turned her whole body this time to face him. "There were too many pheromones in that room. *You* being the worst culprit, however Captain Archer started emitting plenty of his own towards the end of that whole...scene." She almost sounded disgusted with it. Trip wasn't buying it. He knew damn well she was interested.
"You loved it and you know it," he growled. He reached to her face and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. Her expression softened as she closed her eyes. Her hands came up to rest against his chest. He leaned in closer.
"I am...intrigued. But I did not *love* it," T'Pol said, quietly defensive. She clenched a handful of his uniform and pulled him forward the rest of the way.
Their lips met and their tongues thrashed in a hot, wet kiss. Trip's hands went around her waist and cupped her ass, pulling her to him. He ground his hips into her, trying to create some friction. T'Pol gasped into his mouth as he apparently hit a good spot. Her hands snaked up and into his hair as her tongue probed deeper into his mouth.
Their moans were cut short by the turbolift sliding to a quiet stop. They quickly broke apart as the lift doors opened. There was nobody in the hall and they rapidly exited the lift.
T'Pol nodded towards her quarters and turned on her heel and walked briskly away. Trip stood in the hall looking after her. She stopped, peered over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. Trip cocked his head in question. T'Pol lowered her brow and turned again, continuing on her way to her quarters. Trip followed her like a puppy.
She had paused at her door to allow him to catch up to her, then slipped inside with another look over her shoulder. If Trip didn't know any better, he would have sworn she was smiling coyly at him. The Vulcan version of a wink and a nudge.
"This is gonna be interestin'," he muttered, and followed her inside.
"I have no doubt about that, Commander," she said quietly from somewhere in the dark.
"Just what did you have in mind, T'Pol?" Trip asked.
She turned the light on in the bathroom. "I thought we had better clean up before our dinner with the Captain." She turned from him and began to undress.
Trip swallowed and began to disrobe as well. He crept to the bathroom as he heard water running. He peeked around the corner and into the small room.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "You have a tub? How come *I* don't have a tub in my quarters??"
T'Pol, unconcerned with his problem, was already lounging in the bathtub, bubbles foaming. She reclined against the back of the tub and opened one eye at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch me or will you be joining me this evening?" she asked smoothly.
"Oh I'll be joinin' you," Trip said as he climbed into the tub. He sat on the edge of the tub. T'Pol looked up at him, cocking her head to the side.
"I was just noticing how relaxed you are. I've never seen you this relaxed before," Trip said. "You're beautiful."
T'Pol sat up, bubbles sliding down over her ample breasts. She raised her knees up, spreading them apart to make room for Commander Tucker between them. She glanced down to the spot she'd reserved for him and then back up to his warm eyes. He needed no further invitation and sank down into the hot, soothing water. He leaned gently back against his Vulcan companion as she wrapped her arms around his chest.
"This is wonderful," Trip sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing fully. T'Pol hummed her agreement behind him, her hands stroking up and down his chest. She silently marveled at his well-defined body. He was in excellent physical condition. Her hands found their way to his stomach, her fingers tracing the contours of hard muscle.
T'Pol was mildly startled out of her inspection when she felt Trip's hand cover her own. He guided her hand farther south to where he wanted her. She gently gripped his cock, Trip's hand still on hers. She felt him grow harder in her grasp.
T'Pol began stroking him, nibbling on his neck and earlobe as he sank further back into her, sighing heavily. She could get used to this. This was...fun. It was almost intoxicating. She wondered for a moment if she would get this much pleasure if this were her Vulcan betrothed in the tub with her. Somehow, T'Pol didn't think Kos would find this nearly as stimulating as Commander Tucker did.
"Let's speed things up a bit," Trip breathed. His hand, still on hers, began to move faster. "I think it would be in my best interest if I came this time. It might even be in your best interest as well," he laughed.
"You mean you wish to ejaculate?" T'Pol asked candidly. She was still not familiar with human sexual jargon.
Trip laughed harder now. "Yeah, I wish to ejaculate. Soon, too, dammit." His hand slipped away as T'Pol kept up the pace. He grasped at the washcloth on the side of the tub and poised it over himself. He didn't want to contaminate this wonderful bath water. He was getting close. He could feel his orgasm building quickly.
"Just in fairness," he began, "I'm gonna come..." and he did. T'Pol kept on stroking. She watched with fascination as his hips bucked wildly. Trip kept the washcloth over his penis to keep the bathwater clean. As his convulsions subsided, she rubbed his chest again.
"Man...I owe you big time," Trip panted. He smiled widely and turned around. T'Pol blinked at him.
"Owe me?" she asked.
"Yeah, return the favor," he said. He leaned in and kissed her deeply.
"Oh," she breathed. "Perhaps you can return the favor after dinner. We are going to be late."
Trip sighed and stood up. He grabbed a towel and helped T'Pol out of the tub. "I can't wait." He smiled at her again and started to dry off.
"I'm looking forward to it, too, Commander," she said and kissed him on the cheek. They dried off and got dressed and headed to the messhall.
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