The Enterprise Spring Vacation
By Anna Yolei
WARNING: This fic is rated R for heavy sexual situations. This rating may be raised.
Summary: The crew of Enterprise goes on shore leave. Some explore new feelings, while others have a little fun and break out of the ordinary. None of them return the same, however. Includes A/T and a little R/S. Star Trek: Enterprise, its characters and anything thereof belong to Paramount.
Prologue
T'Pol rested her head on Jonathon's bare chest. She noted she was resting in his quarters and the bed held two, unlike hers, but this fact did not bother her. T'Pol had on one of his button-up shirts, which was considerably loose on her small frame. Jonathon slept on, while she looked down on him. The Vulcan calmness she usually displayed did not compare to the calmness she was feeling in his presence.
Which was why it surprised her when she woke up at 0300 in her own quarters alone. T'Pol felt her heart rate was elevated and she was sweating. She seldom dreamt if she had meditated the night before, which was every night with few exceptions, and when it did happen, the dreams were far less intense and forgotten about before she left her quarters. This time, however, it was harder to shake the memory of the dream. The fact she had been in Captain's Archer's quarters and not been wearing her own clothing greatly agitated her.
Doctor Phlox suggested once to speak her mind when she felt troubled. T'Pol did not feel conversing with anyone would be the best idea, least of all Captain Archer himself. She did trust Doctor Phlox, but it was late and she wished not to disturb his sleep. With that in mind, she got up and lit her candles. Perhaps meditation will settle her a bit.
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Jonathon woke up from a very familiar dream. He'd had it when Porthos was sick and he was in Sickbay with Doctor Phlox, who insisted there was sexual tension between him and Subcommander T'Pol. The dream was where the two of them were alone in Decon, and neither had on a t-shirt. She was pressed up against him, rubbing the decon gel on him, and he doing the same for her. He wanted her so much, and got a bit of a rush as T'Pol reached up to kiss him, moving her tongue around with his. He always woke up at this point.
As usual, he felt guilty about this dream. He knew it took a long time for T'Pol to respect him-not just in the commanding officer sort of way, but for her to actually become a friend. If she were to ever find out, this might ruin all which he had worked so hard to get. She was a member of his crew, even if it wasn't official anymore.
"I was warned this would happen…" he said out loud to no one but himself. Archer got up to his shower and turned in on to cold.