I've been thinking from some upcoming Enterprise episode spoilers that our favorite engineer and Vulcan could do with a little dip in a hot spring. As I understand it Vulcans don't normally swim, while a boy who grew up in the FLorida Keys must be a natural.
Yes, it could be sooooo steamy and romantic. On the other hand there might be quite the comedy to be mined from it too as in this shorty fic!
Tucker, splashing around happily in the hot spring: "Ya mean ya don't know how ta swim Sub-Commander?!"
T'Pol, standing primly on the bank with her tricorder: "That is correct Commander."
Tucker: "Well, T'Pol if ya don't mind me saying, it's a valuable skill. One a these days ya might need it."
T'Pol after slight hesitation: "Very well, Commander. How does one begin?"
Tucker: "Alright!.. okay, well first ya should take yer uniform off maybe?"
T'Pol glares at Tucker.
Tucker : "Ah mean.. it'll get soaked and be real uncomfortable like... better take it off. Your underwear can be your bathing suit"
T'Pol looks suspicious, but peels off and stands up in all her natural glory wearing nothing but her thong: "Next?"
Tucker: .....
T'Pol: "Commander? What next?"
Tucker: .....
T'Pol, slightly impatient: "Your mouth is hanging open Commander. What do I do next?"
Tucker, with saucer eyes, licks his lips: "errrghh*cough!*amm..okaaaay."
Tucker strives rather desperately for professionalism: "Okay. Well, now c'mon over by me here.. and jes well, lay down in the water like."
T'Pol approaching, looks dubious: "That is not logical Commander. How can one lay down in water?"
Tucker: "Well believe me it works...[under his breath, 'And with yer natural floatation it should work just fine!]
T'Pol: "I beg your pardon Commander? My what?"
Tucker: "Ahhh, nothin T'Pol... just lay across my hands here. I won't let ya drown."
T'Pol does as instructed.. stiffly.
Tucker: "K, so you just gotta loosen up a bit there.. now start moving yer arms and legs a bit....." eyeing T'Pol's bouncing bottom [geeze! Malcom was dead right! She's got an awfully nice caboose!]
T'Pol flails, still too rigid and blubbers slightly on water.
Tucker: "Okay, so loosen up some more...move yer arms and legs.. that's it. An ifn' ya start to sink or get a mouthful, jes grab onto the buoy...okay?"
T'Pol gets carried away with strokes and goes under, getting a huge gulp of water, and grabs on tight!
Tucker shrieking in pain: "Geeze T'Pol!! Ah said grab the buoy and hold on!!!"
T'Pol, sputtering: "You are irrational Commander. I *have* grabbed the boy! And I'm holding as tight as I can."
Tucker, hollering: "That's not the buoy! That's ma...Owwwwww! Cap'n!!!! T'Pol's bein' mean agin!!"
Yes, it could be sooooo steamy and romantic. On the other hand there might be quite the comedy to be mined from it too as in this shorty fic!
Tucker, splashing around happily in the hot spring: "Ya mean ya don't know how ta swim Sub-Commander?!"
T'Pol, standing primly on the bank with her tricorder: "That is correct Commander."
Tucker: "Well, T'Pol if ya don't mind me saying, it's a valuable skill. One a these days ya might need it."
T'Pol after slight hesitation: "Very well, Commander. How does one begin?"
Tucker: "Alright!.. okay, well first ya should take yer uniform off maybe?"
T'Pol glares at Tucker.
Tucker : "Ah mean.. it'll get soaked and be real uncomfortable like... better take it off. Your underwear can be your bathing suit"
T'Pol looks suspicious, but peels off and stands up in all her natural glory wearing nothing but her thong: "Next?"
Tucker: .....
T'Pol: "Commander? What next?"
Tucker: .....
T'Pol, slightly impatient: "Your mouth is hanging open Commander. What do I do next?"
Tucker, with saucer eyes, licks his lips: "errrghh*cough!*amm..okaaaay."
Tucker strives rather desperately for professionalism: "Okay. Well, now c'mon over by me here.. and jes well, lay down in the water like."
T'Pol approaching, looks dubious: "That is not logical Commander. How can one lay down in water?"
Tucker: "Well believe me it works...[under his breath, 'And with yer natural floatation it should work just fine!]
T'Pol: "I beg your pardon Commander? My what?"
Tucker: "Ahhh, nothin T'Pol... just lay across my hands here. I won't let ya drown."
T'Pol does as instructed.. stiffly.
Tucker: "K, so you just gotta loosen up a bit there.. now start moving yer arms and legs a bit....." eyeing T'Pol's bouncing bottom [geeze! Malcom was dead right! She's got an awfully nice caboose!]
T'Pol flails, still too rigid and blubbers slightly on water.
Tucker: "Okay, so loosen up some more...move yer arms and legs.. that's it. An ifn' ya start to sink or get a mouthful, jes grab onto the buoy...okay?"
T'Pol gets carried away with strokes and goes under, getting a huge gulp of water, and grabs on tight!
Tucker shrieking in pain: "Geeze T'Pol!! Ah said grab the buoy and hold on!!!"
T'Pol, sputtering: "You are irrational Commander. I *have* grabbed the boy! And I'm holding as tight as I can."
Tucker, hollering: "That's not the buoy! That's ma...Owwwwww! Cap'n!!!! T'Pol's bein' mean agin!!"