Author's Note: Please see previous notes. It's a short chapter, but (I hope) a fun one. I had written on the page "Conversation in a shower". This one is a little steamy…just warning you…

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T'Pol ran a wet hand across her stomach and a trail of soap was left behind. She dipped her head under the warm water and allowed it to ripple down her face.

The glass door pulled back and, startled, she gasped.

"It's just me," Trip said as he got into the shower with her. "I need to shower quick before taking Moira to her practice."

"And you couldn't wait until I was finished?" T'Pol asked as he stepped between her and the spray and get wet.

"You have been in here for almost twenty minutes," Trip said as he eyed her. "You look clean enough."

"I still need to wash my hair," T'Pol noted, annoyed.

"What have you been doing for twenty minutes then?" Trip asked as he soaped up his chest and then bent over to soap up his legs.

"Enjoying twenty minutes of peace and serenity," T'Pol said, annoyed.

"Well, your twenty minutes is up," Trip chuckled as he reached for the shampoo. "The twins are watching a documentary on shell animals on Prius Seven and you have about ten minutes before they are getting into trouble."

T'Pol also reached for the shampoo and started to work it through her long hair.

"You know, last time we were in a shower together…" Trip said as he snaked an arm around her wet body.

"We had more than ten minutes," T'Pol deadpanned as she motioned for him to move away from the water spray.

"I only need five," Trip chuckled.

"Five won't even get me close to satisfaction," T'Pol said as she rinsed her hair.

As Trip watched her arch her back into the water, he thought of ways he could occupy their twin boys for another half hour, and that Moira's cricket practice wasn't really that important…

"She missed Monday's practice," T'Pol said, reading his mind. "You also know Wyatt and Charles will not watch two documentaries in a row."

Trip reached forward and massaged one of her breasts, his manhood rising and whacking her stomach as he did.

"Trip…" T'Pol warned. "I will be happy to engage in sexual activity once the children are asleep, but right now…"

"We've got time," Trip said as he leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

T'Pol closed her eyes and she also thought of ways they could occupy their children for a little while longer.

"Mummy!" Moira yelled as she banged on the door. "I can't find daddy and we have to go!"

Trip pulled away from T'Pol as she stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. She quickly towelled off and started to dress.

"Moira," T'Pol called to her, she could hear Trip behind her working himself over in the shower. "Your father is just having a quick shower and then he'll be right out to drive you."

"I'm going to be late," Moira said.

"Go and wait by the front door and I'll come up to drive you," T'Pol said as she pulled up her pants.

"Oh god," Trip gasped behind her and she knew he hadn't heard one second of her conversation with their daughter he was so focused on his own release.

T'Pol walked to the shower and pushed back the door a little, the steam rose out and hit her in the face. She saw her husband hunched over and panting in relief.

"I'll drive Moira so she isn't late, you have the twins," T'Pol said.

"But I had them all morning," Trip started to protest when he realized he was getting the short end of the stick.

"And now you will have them again," T'Pol said before she turned up the cold water and quickly closed the door.

His scream as the cold water blasted him brought a laugh to her lips as she ran from the washroom.

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