"A Friend in Need" P2
by Quills
She had been starring at him for a long time. So long in fact that
she had lost track of time. This was unlike her, but she did not seem
to mind. She found that she 'liked' looking at him. It was illogical
to be sure. A waste of time and energy, but she did it all the same.
She watched as his chest gently rose and fell as he breathed. She
could see his eyelids flutter as the beautiful blue orbs he had dashed about behind
them. No doubt he was dreaming. She wondered if he was dreaming of her.
She had dreamt of him. Not often, since Vulcans meditated to prevent dreaming.
However, the few times he did come to her in sleep, it was pleasing and she secretly
hoped he would always visit again.
She lifted her hand to his sandy blond hair. Hesitating for a moment before stroking
his head as she had seen many humans do in subtle displays of affection. His hair
felt soft to the touch and her fingers caused a low murmur to pass his lips. His eyes
began to flutter and his body stirred as he slowly left the land of sleep.
He opened his eyes and began to rub the sleep from them as he yawned. As his vision cleared he saw that he was not alone. T'Pol was with him. Then it wasn't a dream.
He remembered now. He had stayed with her all night long until she had finally cried herself to sleep. He must have fallen asleep shortly after. But who could blame him. What
A night. She wasn't exaggerating when she told him she would lose control. The raw emotions that poured out of her were so strong that he wondered how Vulcans ever kept them inside.
He looked over at her and saw that she was starring at him. "Hi."
"Hello." She replied.
"How ya doin?" he asked her with concern in his voice.
"The madness of the Shefar has passed." She told him. "I am in possession of my faculties once more."
"That's good ta here." He told her. He wanted to say more, but he didn't know if he should. She had been under duress. She had asked for his help, as a friend. Should he think her words and actions were anything more than a bi-product of the madness? She had called him really awful things, but he knew she didn't really mean any of them. So why should she mean the tender things?
"Trip, I am indebted to you for what you have done for me." She told him.
"I'm just glad your ok." He told her as he looked at her.
"I am…'ok'." She said. "How are you?"
"I'm…." he wasn't sure. How was he? He had just spent the night watching over
a woman that he had only now realized he had feelings for. "I'm ok." It was a poor lie but the best he could manage.
She looked at him with doubt in her eyes.
"Really, I'm fine." He told her less than convincingly. "What time is it anyway?"
She looked over at the chronometer on her desk."1032 hours."
He bolted up. "Oh, man!" he exclaimed. "Look, I need ta go. I got shift duty at 1100."
He began to make his way for her door when she stood up and blocked his way.
"T'Pol…" he started, but she placed her hand gently on his chest. He shuddered as her touch took his breath away.
She looked up at him closely and tried to see the questions that were in his mind.
She realized that she saw this human as more than a fellow crewmember…more
than a friend. The thoughts and desires, which danced on the outskirts of her mind
were alien and strange. They were thoughts she was unaccustomed to, but they were not
unpleasant or even distressing. On the contrary, they almost seemed…exhilarating.
She needed to know if he had these same thoughts. Was the fact that they were both left shaken by last night's experience, the result of countless hours working together, with indiscrete but harmless desires invading both their thoughts? She could theorize all she wanted, but there was only one way to find out.
"Trip, I have something I must say to you." She told him.
He looked at her hesitantly. He didn't regret being with her. If he had to do it all over again he would. But it was his own feelings he was having trouble with. She didn't mean to hurt him. He knew this in his heart, but she had ignited passions in him he didn't realize he had…passions for her. "I…what is it." He said quietly.
She looked at him for a brief moment trying to decide how she would tell him.
Then it occurred to her. The night had started with emotion, albeit raw and unfocused.
It was only fitting that it ended with emotion. She risked much by showing
her feelings in such and open display, but there could be no mistaking the meaning behind it.
She leaned in close to him as she slid one hand behind his head. Her lips moved towards his until they gently brushed against each other. Their lips pressed together firmly
as they both embraced each other in a kiss of passion and desire. Their lips exploring
as they held each other in the tight embrace which neither wanted to end.
They parted, breathless, and looked at one another. Trip Tucker smiled. "I wasn't sure
ya felt the same way."
She smiled ever so slightly as she brushed a lock of hair from his face. "I do not know
how I…'feel'. It is difficult to know what one is feeling when they have never felt this way. All I know is that I can only think of you. Is that…Love?"
Trip looked at her and smiled. "I don't know darlin. I'm not exactly an expert on matters
of the heart. My own track record is pretty shaky."
She scrutinized him for a moment. He could tell the wheels in her head were spinning. "Then perhaps, since we are both uncertain, we should explore these feelings together?"
He looked at her with a half smile. "Are you sayin you might like ta have a relationship with me?"
She pulled him close once more and gave him a short and passionate kiss. "Is that
a satisfactory answer?"
He sighed and smiled. "Yeah."
She looked over at the chronometer. "You should go." She told him. "You will be late
for your duty shift."
"Can we talk when I get off?" he asked her. "Maybe have dinner together?"
"I would like that very much." She replied.
They looked at each other for a moment before he pulled her close. They looked into each other's eyes before embracing in a final kiss. Their lips were hungry for more, but for now they would need to be satisfied with a single moment of tender and sweet embrace. They would have a lifetime to explore each other's mind and body.
The End
by Quills
She had been starring at him for a long time. So long in fact that
she had lost track of time. This was unlike her, but she did not seem
to mind. She found that she 'liked' looking at him. It was illogical
to be sure. A waste of time and energy, but she did it all the same.
She watched as his chest gently rose and fell as he breathed. She
could see his eyelids flutter as the beautiful blue orbs he had dashed about behind
them. No doubt he was dreaming. She wondered if he was dreaming of her.
She had dreamt of him. Not often, since Vulcans meditated to prevent dreaming.
However, the few times he did come to her in sleep, it was pleasing and she secretly
hoped he would always visit again.
She lifted her hand to his sandy blond hair. Hesitating for a moment before stroking
his head as she had seen many humans do in subtle displays of affection. His hair
felt soft to the touch and her fingers caused a low murmur to pass his lips. His eyes
began to flutter and his body stirred as he slowly left the land of sleep.
He opened his eyes and began to rub the sleep from them as he yawned. As his vision cleared he saw that he was not alone. T'Pol was with him. Then it wasn't a dream.
He remembered now. He had stayed with her all night long until she had finally cried herself to sleep. He must have fallen asleep shortly after. But who could blame him. What
A night. She wasn't exaggerating when she told him she would lose control. The raw emotions that poured out of her were so strong that he wondered how Vulcans ever kept them inside.
He looked over at her and saw that she was starring at him. "Hi."
"Hello." She replied.
"How ya doin?" he asked her with concern in his voice.
"The madness of the Shefar has passed." She told him. "I am in possession of my faculties once more."
"That's good ta here." He told her. He wanted to say more, but he didn't know if he should. She had been under duress. She had asked for his help, as a friend. Should he think her words and actions were anything more than a bi-product of the madness? She had called him really awful things, but he knew she didn't really mean any of them. So why should she mean the tender things?
"Trip, I am indebted to you for what you have done for me." She told him.
"I'm just glad your ok." He told her as he looked at her.
"I am…'ok'." She said. "How are you?"
"I'm…." he wasn't sure. How was he? He had just spent the night watching over
a woman that he had only now realized he had feelings for. "I'm ok." It was a poor lie but the best he could manage.
She looked at him with doubt in her eyes.
"Really, I'm fine." He told her less than convincingly. "What time is it anyway?"
She looked over at the chronometer on her desk."1032 hours."
He bolted up. "Oh, man!" he exclaimed. "Look, I need ta go. I got shift duty at 1100."
He began to make his way for her door when she stood up and blocked his way.
"T'Pol…" he started, but she placed her hand gently on his chest. He shuddered as her touch took his breath away.
She looked up at him closely and tried to see the questions that were in his mind.
She realized that she saw this human as more than a fellow crewmember…more
than a friend. The thoughts and desires, which danced on the outskirts of her mind
were alien and strange. They were thoughts she was unaccustomed to, but they were not
unpleasant or even distressing. On the contrary, they almost seemed…exhilarating.
She needed to know if he had these same thoughts. Was the fact that they were both left shaken by last night's experience, the result of countless hours working together, with indiscrete but harmless desires invading both their thoughts? She could theorize all she wanted, but there was only one way to find out.
"Trip, I have something I must say to you." She told him.
He looked at her hesitantly. He didn't regret being with her. If he had to do it all over again he would. But it was his own feelings he was having trouble with. She didn't mean to hurt him. He knew this in his heart, but she had ignited passions in him he didn't realize he had…passions for her. "I…what is it." He said quietly.
She looked at him for a brief moment trying to decide how she would tell him.
Then it occurred to her. The night had started with emotion, albeit raw and unfocused.
It was only fitting that it ended with emotion. She risked much by showing
her feelings in such and open display, but there could be no mistaking the meaning behind it.
She leaned in close to him as she slid one hand behind his head. Her lips moved towards his until they gently brushed against each other. Their lips pressed together firmly
as they both embraced each other in a kiss of passion and desire. Their lips exploring
as they held each other in the tight embrace which neither wanted to end.
They parted, breathless, and looked at one another. Trip Tucker smiled. "I wasn't sure
ya felt the same way."
She smiled ever so slightly as she brushed a lock of hair from his face. "I do not know
how I…'feel'. It is difficult to know what one is feeling when they have never felt this way. All I know is that I can only think of you. Is that…Love?"
Trip looked at her and smiled. "I don't know darlin. I'm not exactly an expert on matters
of the heart. My own track record is pretty shaky."
She scrutinized him for a moment. He could tell the wheels in her head were spinning. "Then perhaps, since we are both uncertain, we should explore these feelings together?"
He looked at her with a half smile. "Are you sayin you might like ta have a relationship with me?"
She pulled him close once more and gave him a short and passionate kiss. "Is that
a satisfactory answer?"
He sighed and smiled. "Yeah."
She looked over at the chronometer. "You should go." She told him. "You will be late
for your duty shift."
"Can we talk when I get off?" he asked her. "Maybe have dinner together?"
"I would like that very much." She replied.
They looked at each other for a moment before he pulled her close. They looked into each other's eyes before embracing in a final kiss. Their lips were hungry for more, but for now they would need to be satisfied with a single moment of tender and sweet embrace. They would have a lifetime to explore each other's mind and body.
The End