Hope you're enjoying the story, the next part should be a little more interesting for those of you who want to see some more intimacy. Oh yeah, here's some lyrics I thought fit the mood. ~ Talani
Mans voice:
I watch you sleep your restless dreams,
I can hear you breath so close to me.
Your naked skin arouses me, I can't help touching you, pleasing you.
My fingers caress your inner thighs, open your legs for me.
Let me enter, let me be part of your dream.
I'm gonna bring you up by hand, gonna make you sigh.
Now open your altar of love.
Womans voice:
I'm washed upon a shore, I can feel the water tickling my pussy.
I know this is a dream, but what I feel, feels so real.
Someone is touching me but I don't wanna see who he is.
His warm hands feel like flames warming up my desire.
I'm getting absofuckinglutely horny!
I open my eyes and see his head buried between my legs.
I grab his hair and pull his face even closer into my crotch.
Mans voice:
Feel it, feel my tongue.
I feel your wetness, it's dripping off my face.
Hot fluids taste sweet on my lips.
Let's Adam and Eve it baby, here's a bit of hard for your bit of soft.
Gonna make you cum, come to me baby.
This is real honey.
High Tide, part 2
Commander Tucker waited for the door to open, his arms were crossed and he tapped one foot impatiently while the occupant on the other side took his dear sweet time about it. He was just about to pound on the panel when it finally slid open.
"Took ya long enough Capt'n, I was beginnin' ta think ya snuck off to access the bridge logs."
Archer gave him a dire look, his voice broke as he began, "Not now Trip, believe me, it's not a good time to kid around."
"Sorry. Anything ya wanna talk about?"
"Maybe later, but for now I'd rather deal with it alone."
Studying his friend's face closely, Tucker could see small stress lines around the eyes and mouth, it was obvious something had happened to distress him. Whatever it was, he could tell Jon wasn't going to share what that might be until he was ready to. Sighing, the engineer nodded, adding in a quiet tone, "Well just remember, any time ya wanna talk about it don't hesitate to call me, all right?"
Jonathan gave him a feeble smile as he replied, "Thanks Trip, I know. This is something I need to work out for myself though, while I have the time."
With a parting glance, Trip turned and left, as the door closed behind him he let out a quiet oath.
"Goddamn too proud to ask for help!"
He was worried by the odd resigned tone he'd heard in Jon's voice, it reminded him of a friend he had in high school who had called him late one night during winter recess. To this day he wasn't sure why the boy had wanted to speak with him of all people, they had talked about mundane things awhile then he'd thanked him for listening and hung up. It hadn't been till the following week that Trip had found out the boy had commited suicide, no one ever really knew what had driven him to that final desperate act.
Grinding his jaw, Trip headed for sick bay with a determined stride, he'd be damned if he was going to sit by and watch another friend lose himself to inner demons. The most troubling thing was how sudden the change in the Captain's mood had occured, almost overnight. Tucker entered the medical facilities at a hard clip, coming to a jarring halt in the middle of the reception area and looked around for the Doctor as he called out, "Doc! I gotta talk to ya now!"
Doctor Phlox appeared from the lab area wearing his customary smile. "Good day Commander, what seems to be troubling you?"
"I think the Capt'n's losing it Doc."
A puzzled expression crossed the Denobulan's face as he enquired, "Losing it? Mmm, oh yes, you are refering to a mental instability Commander?"
"Somethin' like that, yes!"
Motioning for Tucker to join him in his office, they were barely seated before Phlox questioned the Commander on what abnormal behavior patterns the Captain was exhibiting to alarm thim so.
"Well Doc, I was just checking on him and he seemed real down, like there was somethin' eating at him and he refuses to talk about it. Well?"
Rubbing his chin as he listened, the Doctor was thoughtful as he responded, "It may be he's simply suffering from post traumatic syndrome, but without running any definitive test I'm afraid I cannot give you an absolute answer Commander. But be assured, when the Captain comes for his regular check-up I'll be sure to ask him about it."
Trip heaved a sigh of relief as he said, "Thanks Doc, I hope he'll talk to you about whatever's on his mind. I hate seein' him like this."
Bidding the Commander farewell, Phlox waited until he'd left before activating his patient files. He scanned carefully through Captain Archer's records for any prior history of mental health problems, only becoming more and more puzzled as he continued on. It would appear that Archer had never suffered any type of mental phage, in fact, his psycological profile showed a strong and focused individual who passed every psych test at the academy with no signs of adverse effect.
"Most curious." Phlox wondered what kind of event the man had experience recently to cause such an extreme shift in character as described by Commander Tucker, it wasn't typical for people to inexplicably lose their minds. Careful to close the record before shutting down the terminal, the Doctor left his office and went to the counter terminal in the main triage, it having access to the ships library. He began a querry on medical documents and journals that dealt with disorders of the mind and was soon lost in the case studies of various levels that a person could suffer when the normal processes of the brain were adversely affected by chemical or physical inbalance.
Archer was laying sprawled across his bed with one arm draped over his face, covering his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was to report to Dr. Phlox for an evaluation of his recovery, the man was sure to comment on his overall appearence of which he'd lost interest in maintaining. Hell with it, he wasn't required to be there at any particular time so he rolled onto his side and curled into a fetal position.
Oblivion was short lived as his door chime buzzed, he waited to see if whoever it was would take the hint and leave. Unfortunately, they began to insistantly press the damn thing which made him sit up and roll off the bed with an angry leap.
"Go away! I'm trying to sleep!"
All of his anger drained as the calm even voice of T'Pol came over the speaker.
"Captain, I need to speak with you."
"Can't it wait?"
"It is an important matter sir."
He felt a wave of dread wash over him as his heart began racing, he couldn't let her come in and see him like this. Taking a deep breath, he managed to reply in a relatively calm voice, "I'm really not in any state for company right now Sub-commander, I'll give you a call when I am."
There was a long pause of silence as he leaned against the door for support, he felt slightly shakey and his pulse continued to beat at a frantic rate.
"Captain, are you alright?"
He was surprised by the note of concern in her voice as well as the softened tone. Feeling a tightness in his chest, his response came out hoarse, "I'm fine, please, just leave."
"Sir..."
Whatever she'd been about to say was left unsaid, the com falling silent. Letting his body slide to the floor, he buried his face between his knees and covered his head with his hands. He couldn't go on like this, what was the matter with him? Never in his life had he felt so hopeless, it didn't make sense, his mind tried to grasp onto a solution. Slowly he climbed up and staggered into the bathroom, tossing his dirty clothes into a corner. A sense of relief was beginning to overtake the one of despair as he stood under the hot spray, it finally dawned on him to face this thing head on instead of letting it be in control. He had come to realise this was the only solution to it, once he knew for certain without any doubts, he'd be able get over this and move on with his life. He turned the shower off then dried himself, his movements sure and deft now that he had a course of action. Archer got dressed, absently reaching over to give Porthos a pat. Going over to the mirror, Archer made sure he looked presentable for his intended visit. He lifted his chin as he straightened his shoulder back, satisfied, he exited his quarters and marched down the hall with purpose.
He firmly pressed the entry button and pushed through as it opened. Glancing quickly around, he locked eyes with a totally startled Vulcan.
"I'm ready to talk now." He delivered it in a firm cool tone that gave no doubt of his real intention of coming here. He watched as T'Pol studied him carefully, trying to assess his state of mind. Taking a cautious step towards him, she quietly asked, "You said you would call when you were ready to talk Captain."
Shrugging, he replied gently, "I changed my mind at the last minute."
T'Pol was uncertain what his sudden appearence in her quarters meant, there was something different about him that was a far cry from the man she had seen the day before. Gone were the fine lines that had marred his features, and gone too was the sadness in his eyes, they were filled with a new light. In fact, it made her nervous the way he was looking at her, his eyes held a smoldering fire in them.
Finding her voice, she remarked, "It is considered bad manners to enter a persons living area uninvited, is it not Captain."
He approached her and as he got nearer she stepped back, not sure why, she knew he would never harm her. His voice was rough as he stopped, "If you'd like, I'll leave. But I would like to find out one thing before I go."
She felt a shiver go through her as he spoke, making it hard for her to respond. He was so close she could smell his cologne mingled with a musky odor, her heart rate began to quicken as she met his eyes. With a slow deliberate motion he reached up and placed his hands firmly on her arms, his eyes never leaving hers. Using gentle pressure, he pulled her against his body, with that physical contact she became aware of his conflicting emotions as he leaned his head down.
His lips met hers gently at first, causing an unfamiliar sensation in her. It felt like flames consuming all coherant thought as a thrill of exitement filled her. In an attempt to regain her control she tried to speak as she braced her hands on his chest, what she said only came out as a shakey whisper, "Captain, we can't.."
His response was swift, his arms going around her in a firm embrace as he placed a passionate kiss on her moving lips. She felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach as he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue, he probed gently around as he began to run his hand down her back. No longer resisting, she felt her own desire burning within.
Moving her hands up around his neck, she began to explore the texture of his skin and hair, fascinated by the contrast. His hands wandered in thrilling paths over her body as she felt the rising need in them both, she no longer cared that their union was forbidden, the only thing she cared about was sating the hunger that consumed her.
Archer lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, a soft moan escaping her as he layed her down, "Jonathan."
His heart leapt at the sound of his name coming from her lips, he hesitated as he gazed at her face and saw true emotion in her eyes. A pang of guilt made him offer her one last chance to stop this.
"T'Pol, is this what you really want?"
In answer she reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. He wasn't sure how long they continued to revel in the release of their bodies, but eventually they both tired and fell asleep in each others arms.
The buzz from her com woke them, she sighed before answering. "Sub-commander T'Pol here."
It was Trip, his voice filled with panick, "T'Pol, the Capt'n's missing and we can't find him anywhere! Have you seen him at all?"
The glint of amusement that danced in her eyes wasn't evident in her calm response, "Why yes Commander, he appeared to be in perfect health the last time I saw him."
There was a long pause before he finally said, "Uh, you're sure he was OK? No indication he might do anything stupid?"
The corner of her mouth lifted as she replied, "I'm quite sure. As a matter of fact it would seem he has no intention of acting in an unacceptable manner Commander if his recent actions are anything to go by."
Hesitant, Tucker's last comment sounded puzzled, "Well, uh, alright. By the way, did he say where he was heading?"
"It was confidential."
"Tucker out."
Archer chuckled as he propped himself up on an elbow, "Bet he's waiting at my door when I get back."
Reaching up to run her hand idly across his bare chest, she murmured, "Mmm, probably so. He is your friend, even when you sent him away he was determined to help you. You are very fortunate."
Leaning over her, he gazed at the beauty before him, amazed at how she had responded to him during the night. The feelings of loneliness and dispair were gone, replaced by ones of joy and adoration, there would never be anymore doubts in his mind on how she felt about him.
He relaxed as he lay back down, T'Pol snuggling against him as he did. "Jonathan, you never told me what you wanted."
He smiled as he held her tigh, answering lazily, "If you haven't figured it out by now love, you never will."
Giving him an exasperated glare for a mement, she studied him a moment before commenting, "It is not going to be easy for us to keep others from knowing about out relationship Jonathan, what will you tell them?"
"Mmm, that it's none of their business. We shouldn't have to explain ourselves to anyone else as long as we don't let our private life interfer with our public one."
Satisfied with his reasoning, she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, not worried about the future if he was comfortable with this new depth of their relationship she could hardly find fault with him for forcing the issue as he had. No, far from it since it was an act of pure desperation from what she's been able to glean from his thoughts when he'd taken hold of her. Slowly her mind drifted into sleep.
The full impact of what had transpired between them kept him from falling asleep right away, instead he lay quietly and observed the woman next to him. He was still amazed at his own audacity of barging in here and then laying a kiss on those soft warm lips, but it was well worth it to finally know with certainty that she cared about him as much as he did her even if she would never state it in those words. As he continued to gaze lovingly at her his eyelids slowly drifted shut and he was soon lost in dreams of the future, their future, and it looked bright to him.
~ Keep the Faith ~
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Mans voice:
I watch you sleep your restless dreams,
I can hear you breath so close to me.
Your naked skin arouses me, I can't help touching you, pleasing you.
My fingers caress your inner thighs, open your legs for me.
Let me enter, let me be part of your dream.
I'm gonna bring you up by hand, gonna make you sigh.
Now open your altar of love.
Womans voice:
I'm washed upon a shore, I can feel the water tickling my pussy.
I know this is a dream, but what I feel, feels so real.
Someone is touching me but I don't wanna see who he is.
His warm hands feel like flames warming up my desire.
I'm getting absofuckinglutely horny!
I open my eyes and see his head buried between my legs.
I grab his hair and pull his face even closer into my crotch.
Mans voice:
Feel it, feel my tongue.
I feel your wetness, it's dripping off my face.
Hot fluids taste sweet on my lips.
Let's Adam and Eve it baby, here's a bit of hard for your bit of soft.
Gonna make you cum, come to me baby.
This is real honey.
High Tide, part 2
Commander Tucker waited for the door to open, his arms were crossed and he tapped one foot impatiently while the occupant on the other side took his dear sweet time about it. He was just about to pound on the panel when it finally slid open.
"Took ya long enough Capt'n, I was beginnin' ta think ya snuck off to access the bridge logs."
Archer gave him a dire look, his voice broke as he began, "Not now Trip, believe me, it's not a good time to kid around."
"Sorry. Anything ya wanna talk about?"
"Maybe later, but for now I'd rather deal with it alone."
Studying his friend's face closely, Tucker could see small stress lines around the eyes and mouth, it was obvious something had happened to distress him. Whatever it was, he could tell Jon wasn't going to share what that might be until he was ready to. Sighing, the engineer nodded, adding in a quiet tone, "Well just remember, any time ya wanna talk about it don't hesitate to call me, all right?"
Jonathan gave him a feeble smile as he replied, "Thanks Trip, I know. This is something I need to work out for myself though, while I have the time."
With a parting glance, Trip turned and left, as the door closed behind him he let out a quiet oath.
"Goddamn too proud to ask for help!"
He was worried by the odd resigned tone he'd heard in Jon's voice, it reminded him of a friend he had in high school who had called him late one night during winter recess. To this day he wasn't sure why the boy had wanted to speak with him of all people, they had talked about mundane things awhile then he'd thanked him for listening and hung up. It hadn't been till the following week that Trip had found out the boy had commited suicide, no one ever really knew what had driven him to that final desperate act.
Grinding his jaw, Trip headed for sick bay with a determined stride, he'd be damned if he was going to sit by and watch another friend lose himself to inner demons. The most troubling thing was how sudden the change in the Captain's mood had occured, almost overnight. Tucker entered the medical facilities at a hard clip, coming to a jarring halt in the middle of the reception area and looked around for the Doctor as he called out, "Doc! I gotta talk to ya now!"
Doctor Phlox appeared from the lab area wearing his customary smile. "Good day Commander, what seems to be troubling you?"
"I think the Capt'n's losing it Doc."
A puzzled expression crossed the Denobulan's face as he enquired, "Losing it? Mmm, oh yes, you are refering to a mental instability Commander?"
"Somethin' like that, yes!"
Motioning for Tucker to join him in his office, they were barely seated before Phlox questioned the Commander on what abnormal behavior patterns the Captain was exhibiting to alarm thim so.
"Well Doc, I was just checking on him and he seemed real down, like there was somethin' eating at him and he refuses to talk about it. Well?"
Rubbing his chin as he listened, the Doctor was thoughtful as he responded, "It may be he's simply suffering from post traumatic syndrome, but without running any definitive test I'm afraid I cannot give you an absolute answer Commander. But be assured, when the Captain comes for his regular check-up I'll be sure to ask him about it."
Trip heaved a sigh of relief as he said, "Thanks Doc, I hope he'll talk to you about whatever's on his mind. I hate seein' him like this."
Bidding the Commander farewell, Phlox waited until he'd left before activating his patient files. He scanned carefully through Captain Archer's records for any prior history of mental health problems, only becoming more and more puzzled as he continued on. It would appear that Archer had never suffered any type of mental phage, in fact, his psycological profile showed a strong and focused individual who passed every psych test at the academy with no signs of adverse effect.
"Most curious." Phlox wondered what kind of event the man had experience recently to cause such an extreme shift in character as described by Commander Tucker, it wasn't typical for people to inexplicably lose their minds. Careful to close the record before shutting down the terminal, the Doctor left his office and went to the counter terminal in the main triage, it having access to the ships library. He began a querry on medical documents and journals that dealt with disorders of the mind and was soon lost in the case studies of various levels that a person could suffer when the normal processes of the brain were adversely affected by chemical or physical inbalance.
Archer was laying sprawled across his bed with one arm draped over his face, covering his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was to report to Dr. Phlox for an evaluation of his recovery, the man was sure to comment on his overall appearence of which he'd lost interest in maintaining. Hell with it, he wasn't required to be there at any particular time so he rolled onto his side and curled into a fetal position.
Oblivion was short lived as his door chime buzzed, he waited to see if whoever it was would take the hint and leave. Unfortunately, they began to insistantly press the damn thing which made him sit up and roll off the bed with an angry leap.
"Go away! I'm trying to sleep!"
All of his anger drained as the calm even voice of T'Pol came over the speaker.
"Captain, I need to speak with you."
"Can't it wait?"
"It is an important matter sir."
He felt a wave of dread wash over him as his heart began racing, he couldn't let her come in and see him like this. Taking a deep breath, he managed to reply in a relatively calm voice, "I'm really not in any state for company right now Sub-commander, I'll give you a call when I am."
There was a long pause of silence as he leaned against the door for support, he felt slightly shakey and his pulse continued to beat at a frantic rate.
"Captain, are you alright?"
He was surprised by the note of concern in her voice as well as the softened tone. Feeling a tightness in his chest, his response came out hoarse, "I'm fine, please, just leave."
"Sir..."
Whatever she'd been about to say was left unsaid, the com falling silent. Letting his body slide to the floor, he buried his face between his knees and covered his head with his hands. He couldn't go on like this, what was the matter with him? Never in his life had he felt so hopeless, it didn't make sense, his mind tried to grasp onto a solution. Slowly he climbed up and staggered into the bathroom, tossing his dirty clothes into a corner. A sense of relief was beginning to overtake the one of despair as he stood under the hot spray, it finally dawned on him to face this thing head on instead of letting it be in control. He had come to realise this was the only solution to it, once he knew for certain without any doubts, he'd be able get over this and move on with his life. He turned the shower off then dried himself, his movements sure and deft now that he had a course of action. Archer got dressed, absently reaching over to give Porthos a pat. Going over to the mirror, Archer made sure he looked presentable for his intended visit. He lifted his chin as he straightened his shoulder back, satisfied, he exited his quarters and marched down the hall with purpose.
He firmly pressed the entry button and pushed through as it opened. Glancing quickly around, he locked eyes with a totally startled Vulcan.
"I'm ready to talk now." He delivered it in a firm cool tone that gave no doubt of his real intention of coming here. He watched as T'Pol studied him carefully, trying to assess his state of mind. Taking a cautious step towards him, she quietly asked, "You said you would call when you were ready to talk Captain."
Shrugging, he replied gently, "I changed my mind at the last minute."
T'Pol was uncertain what his sudden appearence in her quarters meant, there was something different about him that was a far cry from the man she had seen the day before. Gone were the fine lines that had marred his features, and gone too was the sadness in his eyes, they were filled with a new light. In fact, it made her nervous the way he was looking at her, his eyes held a smoldering fire in them.
Finding her voice, she remarked, "It is considered bad manners to enter a persons living area uninvited, is it not Captain."
He approached her and as he got nearer she stepped back, not sure why, she knew he would never harm her. His voice was rough as he stopped, "If you'd like, I'll leave. But I would like to find out one thing before I go."
She felt a shiver go through her as he spoke, making it hard for her to respond. He was so close she could smell his cologne mingled with a musky odor, her heart rate began to quicken as she met his eyes. With a slow deliberate motion he reached up and placed his hands firmly on her arms, his eyes never leaving hers. Using gentle pressure, he pulled her against his body, with that physical contact she became aware of his conflicting emotions as he leaned his head down.
His lips met hers gently at first, causing an unfamiliar sensation in her. It felt like flames consuming all coherant thought as a thrill of exitement filled her. In an attempt to regain her control she tried to speak as she braced her hands on his chest, what she said only came out as a shakey whisper, "Captain, we can't.."
His response was swift, his arms going around her in a firm embrace as he placed a passionate kiss on her moving lips. She felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach as he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue, he probed gently around as he began to run his hand down her back. No longer resisting, she felt her own desire burning within.
Moving her hands up around his neck, she began to explore the texture of his skin and hair, fascinated by the contrast. His hands wandered in thrilling paths over her body as she felt the rising need in them both, she no longer cared that their union was forbidden, the only thing she cared about was sating the hunger that consumed her.
Archer lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, a soft moan escaping her as he layed her down, "Jonathan."
His heart leapt at the sound of his name coming from her lips, he hesitated as he gazed at her face and saw true emotion in her eyes. A pang of guilt made him offer her one last chance to stop this.
"T'Pol, is this what you really want?"
In answer she reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. He wasn't sure how long they continued to revel in the release of their bodies, but eventually they both tired and fell asleep in each others arms.
The buzz from her com woke them, she sighed before answering. "Sub-commander T'Pol here."
It was Trip, his voice filled with panick, "T'Pol, the Capt'n's missing and we can't find him anywhere! Have you seen him at all?"
The glint of amusement that danced in her eyes wasn't evident in her calm response, "Why yes Commander, he appeared to be in perfect health the last time I saw him."
There was a long pause before he finally said, "Uh, you're sure he was OK? No indication he might do anything stupid?"
The corner of her mouth lifted as she replied, "I'm quite sure. As a matter of fact it would seem he has no intention of acting in an unacceptable manner Commander if his recent actions are anything to go by."
Hesitant, Tucker's last comment sounded puzzled, "Well, uh, alright. By the way, did he say where he was heading?"
"It was confidential."
"Tucker out."
Archer chuckled as he propped himself up on an elbow, "Bet he's waiting at my door when I get back."
Reaching up to run her hand idly across his bare chest, she murmured, "Mmm, probably so. He is your friend, even when you sent him away he was determined to help you. You are very fortunate."
Leaning over her, he gazed at the beauty before him, amazed at how she had responded to him during the night. The feelings of loneliness and dispair were gone, replaced by ones of joy and adoration, there would never be anymore doubts in his mind on how she felt about him.
He relaxed as he lay back down, T'Pol snuggling against him as he did. "Jonathan, you never told me what you wanted."
He smiled as he held her tigh, answering lazily, "If you haven't figured it out by now love, you never will."
Giving him an exasperated glare for a mement, she studied him a moment before commenting, "It is not going to be easy for us to keep others from knowing about out relationship Jonathan, what will you tell them?"
"Mmm, that it's none of their business. We shouldn't have to explain ourselves to anyone else as long as we don't let our private life interfer with our public one."
Satisfied with his reasoning, she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, not worried about the future if he was comfortable with this new depth of their relationship she could hardly find fault with him for forcing the issue as he had. No, far from it since it was an act of pure desperation from what she's been able to glean from his thoughts when he'd taken hold of her. Slowly her mind drifted into sleep.
The full impact of what had transpired between them kept him from falling asleep right away, instead he lay quietly and observed the woman next to him. He was still amazed at his own audacity of barging in here and then laying a kiss on those soft warm lips, but it was well worth it to finally know with certainty that she cared about him as much as he did her even if she would never state it in those words. As he continued to gaze lovingly at her his eyelids slowly drifted shut and he was soon lost in dreams of the future, their future, and it looked bright to him.
~ Keep the Faith ~
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