Author's Note: Please see notes in Chapter 1. Anything in italics is a bond interaction.
Warning: Some graphic sex ahead.
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Trip Tucker was dreaming for the first time in a long time. It was a strange dream and not like any other he'd had, but it was pleasant in its own unique way.
T'Pol was kissing him, laying on top of him, her whole body pressed into his. They were clothed, which was strange, and she seemed a little like a woman possessed. In fact, he felt a distinct lack of control coming through their bond; it seemed to scare her a great deal but not enough to change what they were doing.
"Darlin', it's nice to do this again," Trip said softly as he caressed the back of her head and leaned in to deepen their kiss.
"It's strange," T'Pol said softly as she pulled back slightly. "I'm not feeling any apprehension."
"Apprehension?" Trip asked as he looked up at her. "Why would you?"
"It's my first time with a human," T'Pol said softly as she started to undo the zipper on his uniform.
"It's definitely not that," Trip chuckled as he watched the zipper lower until it stopped. "It was a long time ago, but you've come a long way since then."
"Have I?" T'Pol asked before she shifted his uniform over his shoulders and pulled it down his toned arms.
"You know you have," Trip chuckled as he helped take his uniform off. "We both have."
T'Pol lifted his undershirt over his head and started to roughly massage his pecs.
"Calm down a little," Trip said surprised by her aggression.
"I can't," T'Pol said before she captured his mouth with her own and violently kissed him.
"What?" He asked as they parted, and he held her back by the shoulders, so she had to answer him.
"It's Pon Farr," T'Pol said upset.
"So, I'm dreaming about pon farr?" Trip asked her as he sat up a little. "Seems kinda weird."
"Charles, it's…"
"Why are you calling me Charles?" Trip asked as he looked at her strangely and then started to look around the dream room. It was her white meditative cloud. "Are we in the bond-space?"
"Yes, but soon it will no longer suffice," T'Pol said as she broke free of his hands and leaned in to aggressively kiss him as her hands ripped off his underwear.
"What are you talking about?" Trip asked as he sat up and looked at her more fully. She was sweaty and panting.
"It's my pon farr," T'Pol said as she jumped on his lap and started to kiss him aggressively again.
"Your pon farr?!" Trip snapped as he broke their bond connection.
Suddenly, he was back in their room, laying on his cot alone. He looked toward the bed and saw T'Pol thrashing about and mumbling to herself. He launched himself off his cot and ran toward her.
"T'Pol! Wake up T'Pol!" Trip said as she shook her shoulders.
Her eyes suddenly flashed open and she looked at him strangely.
"We were having some kinda bond nightmare or…"
Trip was thrown onto his back and the rest of his sentence forgotten as she attacked his mouth with her own. He pushed at her and tried to get her off him to no avail. When she started to rip at his pajamas Trip finally succeeded at rolling off the bed with her underneath him, so they broke contact.
"What the hell are you doing?" Trip demanded as he held her down.
"I need you," T'Pol said desperately.
It was then that he noticed her sweaty skin, her dilated eyes and her panting.
"You are seriously in pon farr, now?!" Trip yelled.
"I'll die if we don't engage in sexual relations," T'Pol said desperately as he felt her twist in his grip and start to roll him onto his back.
Trip wrestled himself away from her and backed up against a wall. "There's gotta be a drug Phlox can give you or…"
"In my medical file it says that I was given Hensju last time Pon farr was artificially induced," T'Pol said as she stalked towards him. "If given it now it will take at least twenty-four hours to be effective because my body has already been exposed to the drug."
When she got within a foot of him Trip grabbed her and shoved her roughly against the wall and held her there in place. "Then we get the drug and…and I don't know…sedate you for twenty-four hours or…"
"Just be with me," T'Pol pleaded. "It's a much simpler and, from my bond memory, a far more pleasurable experience."
"You don't want me, it's the pon farr talking and…"
"Are we not married?" T'Pol asked breathlessly as she leaned into him. "Have we not done this many times before?"
"Yes, but you aren't you and…and it's wrong. We should…"
Just then T'Pol pulled from his grasp and, grabbing both sides of his face, kissed him soundly and Trip, surprising even himself, kissed her back. He could feel a warmth covering his entire body, a sureness coming from their bond and heightened sexual arousal coming from both his body and hers. He knew, in his last moment of clarity, that her pon farr was now affecting him as well; that there was no turning back.
Moments later, they were tearing at each other's clothes and Trip was throwing her down onto her bed and climbing on top of her. She aggressively pulled his naked body against her and parted her legs. Trip impaled her with his member and started thrusting hard and quickly into her as she grunted below him. He came, and his erection did not ease so he continued to pump relentlessly inside her as she rocked her hips against him. At one point they fell off the bed and both husband and wife quickly re-assembled themselves into a new position that allowed her more movement. The endless rocking and grinding went on for over an hour before she moaned loudly, and Trip felt himself come a second time inside of her as she quivered on top of him.
Exhaustion didn't set in as she stood from his body, their combined juices sliding down her legs as she turned to face away from him and take him inside her once again. Trip sat up and bit one of her ass cheeks as she rode him. Time stood still, and their sexual escapades seemed to go on and on throughout the night. And, when he occasionally lost his erection, they pleasured each other orally and digitally until it came back, and he went back to happily living inside her again. There was no counting, by morning, how many times they had sex, or he came inside of her. Both partners lay battered, bruised and sore, wrapped up in a single sheet and sleeping on a mattress that lost it's bedding many hours previous.
Trip was the first to awaken and it took him several moments to make sense of the position they were in and the events that had occurred throughout the night. He felt sweaty and sticky all over and T'Pol looked and felt the same as she lay with the naked upper half of her body draped over his.
Trip closed his eyes and cursed himself. He had allowed himself to be controlled by pon farr and now, any hope he had of establishing a future with T'Pol would be gone. She would blame him for his lack of control. Say he'd taken advantage of her compromised state. Claim he should have immediately called Phlox and a security team to contain her…
"I apologize for taking advantage of you…for hurting you," T'Pol said softly from somewhere buried in his chest hair. "It is not you who is responsible for this situation."
"You could hear all that?" Trip asked as he looked down at her.
"Yes," she nodded.
Trip wrapped an arm around her bare back and sighed.
"Darlin, I guess neither of us is responsible for this," Trip sighed. "You were well past gone when I woke you and I felt it take over me after we kissed."
T'Pol said nothing in return.
"Are you hurt?" Trip asked her as he tried to get a better look at her face.
"I am relatively unharmed," T'Pol said quietly. "But, it was a level of vigorous activity that my body was not used to."
"I'm so sorry," Trip said softly. "I…"
"Neither of us were in control of our actions," T'Pol said. "You have several injuries as well."
"I'm sore as all hell," Trip admitted.
They lay in silence for a minute before he spoke again.
"How are you with what we did? Trip asked, concerned.
"Logically, my pon farr needed to be resolved and sexual activity with my bond-mate was the most obvious choice," T'Pol said stoically.
"I mean emotionally," Trip corrected. "And don't tell me Vulcans don't have emotions."
T'Pol moved off him slightly and covered her breasts with the sheet that was still haphazardly wrapped around her.
"T'Pol?" Trip asked, concerned when he saw her shift away from him and sit up.
"I enjoyed the acts," T'Pol admitted. "But I'm not sure I'm ready to repeat it outside of the demands of pon farr. At least, just yet."
"That's fair," Trip said as he too sat up and tried not to wince when his back made a loud creaking noise.
"You are satisfied with abstinence?" T'Pol inquired, surprised.
"After the amount of activity last night," Trip said as he stood up naked next to her bed. "I think I'm fine for another few months."
T'Pol couldn't help but admire his naked body in the dim lighting of their quarters as he absently stretched his back and neck.
Trip felt heat rise in his body and he looked at T'Pol suddenly.
"Oh, uh, sorry," he said as he covered himself.
"You have a beautiful body," T'Pol said plainly. "There is no reason to be embarrassed by it."
"Is pon farr complete? Because I just felt…" Trip started as he moved his hands away from himself.
"There are some residual effects," T'Pol said primly as she too stood with a sheet wrapped around her.
"Hey, what happened to not being embarrassed?" Trip asked her as he tugged playfully at an edge of the sheet she had wrapped around herself.
"You are much more familiar with intimacy than I am," T'Pol stated.
"And you won't become familiar with it if you back away or hide from it," Trip said softly as he met her eyes. "Logically, I have seen everything, many times."
T'Pol, sensing the dare in his statement, immediately dropped the sheet that was around her and stood naked before him.
"Pon farr must be dampening my logic," T'Pol offered by way of excuse.
Trip again felt heat build up inside of him and he watched as T'Pol's brow developed a thin sheen of sweat on it.
"I'm thinking we have a little more time ahead of us before you're okay," Trip said as he touched her shoulder gently.
"I would concur," T'Pol said as she felt her breathing grow slightly more rapid.
"I'm going to comm Phlox and let him in on this," Trip said as he walked toward a nearby wall.
"The Hensju will take…" T'Pol started in a panic.
Trip turned and looked at her surprised.
"We'll get some of that from Phlox," Trip said softly as he met her eyes. "But I'll take care of whatever you need until then, okay?"
"Thank you," T'Pol said relieved. "I…I appreciate…"
"Hey, wait a second," Trip said as he approached her again. "You are my wife. I would do anything for you; there's no owing or…or…"
"I know, but…" T'Pol started.
"No 'buts' either," Trip said before he kissed her forehead. "I love you. Plain and simple."
T'Pol nodded and considered his warm eyes.
"I see now why I fell in love with you," T'Pol said quietly as she looked anywhere but at him.
Trip smiled at her statement; he knew that was a lot for her to admit in her currently vulnerable state.
"I love you T'Pol," Trip said gently. "We're going to get through this and figure this out, okay?"
She nodded and watched as he walked to the comm to contact Phlox. She listened as he explained the situation and asked that the Captain be informed as well because his First Officer and Science Officer would not be reporting for duty all day today. He also asked Phlox could send a first aid kit with the Hensju and make time for an exam of each of them later today once they had docked on Jupiter Station. Phlox agreed to all his requests and inquired about their health. He assured Phlox they were fine, that the worst of the pon farr was behind them and that they just needed some time.
When he turned back to face her she was shivering with need. He could feel the heat across their bond and see her trying to retrain herself. She had yellow bruises up her body, matted hair, his juices all over her thighs, and a couple of bite marks on her breasts. Trip swallowed hard and tried not to think about the damage he'd done to her in the heat of pon farr; he was also sure he was not a beautiful sight right now either.
"How about we take this into the shower," Trip said as he took her hand in his.
"But I need…" T'Pol started.
"Two birds with one stone darlin," Trip said as he guided her toward their washroom.
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