Author's Note: First upload

This scene popped into my head last night - no planning and very little editing. I hope I caught all the typos and didn't switch between British and American English too much.

I drew some inspiration from Lunabeegood's recent Snapshots. I hope this makes you smile! And if you think it sucks? Well, remember it's the thought that counts.

~Jenny

We find our heroes mid-conversation in T'Pol's quarters.

"Seriously? That's what's been buggin' you?" Trip stared in open-mouthed shock and then burst into helpless laughter.

"I fail to see what is so amusing," she said archly.

This, of course, only made him laugh harder.

T'Pol looked annoyed and ... vulnerable.

That stopped his mirth short. He took her hand, "First of all, nothing about you or what we share is inadequate or incomplete. In any way," he said firmly.

She said nothing, but she slowly raised her eyes to meet his gentle gaze.

"And second... I want to try something. Trust me?"

She gave a minute nod. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and rested his cheek against her head. Closing his eyes, he focused on how much he loved and admired the amazing and infuriating woman in his arms along with the absolute sense of wonder he felt when they made love. He didn't have any experience deliberately transmitting thoughts or emotions through their recently discovered mating bond, but she seemed to think it was possible. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo while he concentrated, hoping she'd get the message.

Oh! Without the overwhelming satisfaction and affection she felt when they joined clouding her mind, T'Pol was able to feel these same emotions coming from Trip now, so similar to her own but decidedly... Trip-coloured.

She raised her eyebrows in surprised acknowledgement of the love he was conveying.

"Did it work?" he murmured in her ear.

She was silent for a long moment, and he started to worry. "T'Pol?"

She took both his hands in her own and stepped back to stare intently in his eyes, "Thank you," she said, still a bit wide-eyed.

He grinned and squeezed her hands, "Maybe the meditation is doing me some good after all."

"Agreed," she said with that soft eyed look he'd come to think of as her Vulcan smile. She turned quizzical again, "While I understand it is not essential, I remain curious why you have never broached the subject of oral gratification. All my research indicates it is an extremely common and much desired aspect of human sexual behavior."

He felt his cheeks flush and raised his shoulders in a flustered shrug. "I was trying to be respectful! I mean, I didn't know if blow- if, uh, that was part of Vulcan sexual behaviour, and you have to admit you are pretty damn concerned with hygiene. I thought you might be a little squeamish. I haven't forgotten that romantic pillow talk about bacteria the first time we - you know, the first time you kissed me on the mouth." He took a breath and leaned a little closer, "And of course there's the fact that you are morally opposed to consuming any sort of animal protein..." he trailed off with a smirk. "But I mean, if you're not entirely averse to the idea, maybe I could interest you in a little exploration of human sexuality?" He raised his eyebrows in challenge.

In the weeks since his return to Enterprise and her very warm welcome, those words had lost their sting and become something of a running joke between them. Several heated discussions, several heated rounds of sexual relations, and several heated discussions that had become heated rounds of sexual relations had seen to that.

"I am not averse," she deadpanned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Perhaps I will even acquire a taste for it."

That adorable eyebrow lifted again, and he knew he was a goner.

"You're gettin' a lot better with the jokes, darlin'!" he grinned as he leaned down to kiss her with all his might.