Hello Fellow T'N'T's. This is my first story ever. ever ever. I should be revising for finals but here we are.

Spelling mistakes and grammatical errors are all my own. This is just some fun and i have an idea for Chap 2, don't hold your breath.

Charles tucker the third, or Trip to his friends, was having a bad day. He was exhausted and the 10 mile run hadn't done a thing to help.

It had been 5 days with little more than 4 interrupted hours and yet he was still unable to sleep, worse still, it had started to affect his work.

He had incorrectly repaired a relay this afternoon, resulting in the whole system blowing.

Trip let out long groan as he started on the free weights.

Unbeknown to Trip, T'pol was examining his work out. She had noted that in the past 12 weeks the commander had gained a notable amount of muscle on his body. His Starfleet standard tee strained around his biceps his pectorals and T'pol watched hungrily as Trips t-shirt rode up, the deepening definition of his pelvis.T'pol sighed to herself.

On his back with his hands above his head Trip was finishing the last of his dumbbell pullovers when he noticed T'pol working through some yoga like poses. Trip let out another long groan but this time for a completely different reason. The sight of her bending over in those tight fitting yoga pants was starting to create a tight situation in his own pants.

Trip looked away, let's just finish this set and go, he thought to himself. But he couldn't of course he couldn't.

Trip just needed a close up of T'pol in that little crop sports bra and then he'd go. Trip feeling like a massive pervert but couldn't do a damn thing to stop his feet from walking over to her.

'Hey T'pol' ….. shit Trip thought what am i going to say…..

T'pol knew he was coming over she could smell his natural sweet musky scent, amplified by his work out.

'Commander' T'pol nodded her head, changing quickly in to a different pose so she could remain unaffected by his presence.
'Is there anything i could help you with?'

Trips eyes almost bulged out of his head. Clearing his throat 'actually, i was just wondering are you doing yoga?'

T'pol was uncertain where he was going with this. Trip was wondering the same thing.

'yes commander, it is' Trip smirked at her. 'well isn't that an earth custom?'

T'pol held in a sigh, he was in one of those moods.

'yes commander, it is' T'pol looked up at Trips face and was Startled by what she found. Deep dark bags hung under his eyes, pale sullen skin and in those deep sky blue eyes where his mirth lay she seen only sadness and exhaustion. All else forgotten, T'pol couldn't stop the words as they fell out of her mouth

'commander, when was the last time you slept'

Trip felt chastised by the hard tone of her voice, although she always sounded like that to him, damn Vulcan's and their suppressed feelings.

Trip, feeling a little touchy with the day he was having, replied 'last night T'pol how about you?'.

T'pol resisted the un-vulken urge to roll her eyes and moved in to a sitting position on the matts.

'For how long did you sleep, commander'

Trip sighed and sank down to the floor, letting his true exhaustion consume him. T'pol eyed his figure worryingly. Trip tried to buy himself time before the lecture started by copying T'pol's folded leg sitting position. It wasn't easy, or comfortable for that matter.

'I got 45 minutes of blissful, uninterrupted sleep'

T'pol frowned deeply. It was the most emotion Trip had seen on her face since she was affected by the trillium-D.

'Have you consulted the doctor commander?'

Trip rolled his eyes ready for a fight and then physically deflated.

Hunched over and looking at his feet he replied 'Yeh' trip looked up in T'pol's beautiful face trying not to look her in the eye.

'He was giving me something for a while, to help me sleep but, he said i was relying on them too much, an i haven't slept more than 2 hrs since'. feeling a lump in his throat Trip looked down again.

He was feeling conflicted, and to be honest with himself a little vulnerable.

T'pol eyed Trip wearily.

'You have been unable to exercise to exhaustion?'.

Trip was shocked, The gym was always deserted when he worked out. It was either too late or too early for everyone else.

'Howdya guess?'

T'pol eyed Trips arms and chest and when Trip met her eye she raised an eyebrow.

'The increase in mass commander to your pectorals, biceps and pelvis'.

Trips eyebrows rose almost off his face and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

'My T-shirt is gettin to be a little tight'

It clicked and Trips smile grew wider and his eyes shone in mischief.

'How'd you know about my pelvis T'pol?'

Trip couldn't believe he was gonna say it, but he did and he couldn't do nothing to stop it.

'Have you been lookin?'

Trip's 100 watt smile was aimed at T'pol. 'Would you be interested in a demonstration?'

Understanding his meaning T'pol looked down bashfully, her cheeks and the tips of her ears tinged green.

Trip felt bad for embarrassing her, he really did if only a little, but by god, he had never seen anything so beautiful, in his life, as T'pol blushing.

T'pol pulled herself together and let out a very un-vulken long sigh.

'commander i have a suggestion.'

Trip met T'pol's eyes with a hopeful look on his face all the mischief forgotten.

T'pol pause unsure if she was actually going to suggest what she was thinking. No she couldn't. It was illogical and the social taboo surrounding it. No she wouldn't.

'your not gonna suggest a Vulcan pinch to knock me out are you' Trip chuckled deeply.

T'pol considered it.

'No commander, i was going to suggest some yoga poses'