A Woman in His Life
Chapter Seven - My Mind to Your Mind
By Penmom
Author's Notes -- (1) Since this takes place beyond the present cannon - this is AU.
(2) I have been truly touched by the feedback - SERIOUSLY, it helps the whole process and keeps this piece coming!
(3) Special thank you to the many folks who have been following this piece - Nemo ( still lovin' the quote) Eratta, plumtuckered (look forward to your next review), Nala, the Adminal, Kittytryspin, Alison M. Dobell (love your feedback), Empress (thanks for the advice), Tripgrl13, Nikitee, Snow Queen, Frankie Moore, Skully, Peter de Lange, Argeo, Zealousgirl, Cool Cat, Carolyn DesRoches, Deborah, Lesa and on - I can't get to everybody - BUT Thanks - hope you have great luck trick or treating!. I am humbled that you have taken the time to respond.
(4) Thanks to MacKenzie for proofing! You are an ANGEL for sure - I melded the last two chapters as you can tell.
(5) to LadyBird & anyone else, its fine to post this elsewhere - just let me know where. I don't have time to distribute far and near.
Finally, Look for an update LATE in the week. This soccer mom is busy, busy, busy! I hope this chapter will keep you happy until then! Let me know what you think.
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Trip takes a feminine hand in each of his own as he holds her steady gaze. When he feels her fingers lace willingly with his own, his confidence grows. Her gaze is clear. She expresses no repulsion at his obvious intent.
BEEP --- BEEP --- "Archer to T'Pol."
She raises a single slanted brow to Tucker as she answers, not removing her hands from his own. "T'Pol here."
"T'Pol. If you're up to it, can you check in with Trip before you turn in? He's got some new ideas about a dampening agent for the alloy. It might just work. I want to get on it as soon as we can."
Uncharacteristically, T'Pol interrupts Archer's explanation, "Consider it done, Captain."
The reaction stops Archer for a moment then he chalks it up to her recent illness. "Well, get some rest. Don't let Trip keep you up too long."
Trip swallows a laugh, suddenly feeling like a teenager caught in his girlfriend's room. "Do not worry Captain, T'Pol out."
As another set of beeps herald the end of the communication, the pair again make eye contact with a hair's breath between them.
She awaits his lead. He tilts his head to one side and whispers a rhetorical "May I?" as he touches his lips to hers.
Upon contact he feels her firm, supple lips tremble. He is confronted with the question of what to do now - retreat or go forward? She gives his hands a firm squeeze with her own and he has his answer.
Closing his eyes, he allows himself to sink into her proffered lips, carefully sucking at her full lower lip. T'Pol responds with a gasp, pulling her hands from his and clasping him around the neck. Her movement brings them that much closer together.
Her mouth is hot and succulent. He wonders how he ever managed without it. And he sheds the last of his hesitation.
As she pulls him closer, she catches a primal sound from his throat as he pushes his tongue further into her mouth. He brings his own hands up to lightly trace at the outlines of her ears. She briefly wonders at his behavior. It is reminiscent of Vulcan male sexual behavior. He seems to know exactly how to touch her and like a Vulcan male, his want seems to melt away any civilized exterior until only the instinct to mate is present.
Then she too is swept away only desiring to take what he can clearly give her.
The pillow from her lap is swept to the side as he lifts her upon his lap, her legs twining around his waist. He finally breaks from the kiss, firm fingers moving from her delicate ears to her lovely temples.
His movements pull her up from her own sensual haze and her hazel eyes meet his blue. When their eyes meet, he brings his forehead to hers, his breath synchronized with her own.
He speaks, his voice as hoarse whisper, if it had been anyone else --- but it is Charles Tucker --- "My mind to your mind, your mind to my mind."
And with that the human male initiates a mind meld with his Vulcan woman.
"My mind to your mind, your mind to my mind."
He gives no thought to his words or their origin, this is instinct.
It is like they are falling through each other, if you can do such a thing. The knowing is so beautiful that it is almost painful. To think that he had thought her cold when she is the most sensitive being he has ever encountered. He finds each feeling, each emotion cataloged and safely guarded. It reminds him of the momentos his grandmother kept wrapped in tissue paper surrounded by mothballs.
She is sliding through his mind as he is hers. The sand is warm under her toes and she is laughing. Then she is crying and her mother is rocking her, singing to her, telling her that she is loved so much, so very much. She finds the space where Lizzie has been ripped away and the pain is so bleak that she recoils before going forward again only to find his immense love for her. A love so real and true that it can do nothing other than change her forever.
Suddenly this immersion is cut short as the ship lurches forward in great fits. Sirens blare and hands are called to their stations.
They pull out of each other abruptly, neither prepared, both stunned. After a long silent second - eyes meeting, they are up. He is headed toward the door and she to grab her duty clothes.
There are no words to describe what has just taken place. There are many questions but all of this is secondary to them both now.
She understands that she is his woman and that likewise he belongs to her.
TBC
Chapter Seven - My Mind to Your Mind
By Penmom
Author's Notes -- (1) Since this takes place beyond the present cannon - this is AU.
(2) I have been truly touched by the feedback - SERIOUSLY, it helps the whole process and keeps this piece coming!
(3) Special thank you to the many folks who have been following this piece - Nemo ( still lovin' the quote) Eratta, plumtuckered (look forward to your next review), Nala, the Adminal, Kittytryspin, Alison M. Dobell (love your feedback), Empress (thanks for the advice), Tripgrl13, Nikitee, Snow Queen, Frankie Moore, Skully, Peter de Lange, Argeo, Zealousgirl, Cool Cat, Carolyn DesRoches, Deborah, Lesa and on - I can't get to everybody - BUT Thanks - hope you have great luck trick or treating!. I am humbled that you have taken the time to respond.
(4) Thanks to MacKenzie for proofing! You are an ANGEL for sure - I melded the last two chapters as you can tell.
(5) to LadyBird & anyone else, its fine to post this elsewhere - just let me know where. I don't have time to distribute far and near.
Finally, Look for an update LATE in the week. This soccer mom is busy, busy, busy! I hope this chapter will keep you happy until then! Let me know what you think.
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Trip takes a feminine hand in each of his own as he holds her steady gaze. When he feels her fingers lace willingly with his own, his confidence grows. Her gaze is clear. She expresses no repulsion at his obvious intent.
BEEP --- BEEP --- "Archer to T'Pol."
She raises a single slanted brow to Tucker as she answers, not removing her hands from his own. "T'Pol here."
"T'Pol. If you're up to it, can you check in with Trip before you turn in? He's got some new ideas about a dampening agent for the alloy. It might just work. I want to get on it as soon as we can."
Uncharacteristically, T'Pol interrupts Archer's explanation, "Consider it done, Captain."
The reaction stops Archer for a moment then he chalks it up to her recent illness. "Well, get some rest. Don't let Trip keep you up too long."
Trip swallows a laugh, suddenly feeling like a teenager caught in his girlfriend's room. "Do not worry Captain, T'Pol out."
As another set of beeps herald the end of the communication, the pair again make eye contact with a hair's breath between them.
She awaits his lead. He tilts his head to one side and whispers a rhetorical "May I?" as he touches his lips to hers.
Upon contact he feels her firm, supple lips tremble. He is confronted with the question of what to do now - retreat or go forward? She gives his hands a firm squeeze with her own and he has his answer.
Closing his eyes, he allows himself to sink into her proffered lips, carefully sucking at her full lower lip. T'Pol responds with a gasp, pulling her hands from his and clasping him around the neck. Her movement brings them that much closer together.
Her mouth is hot and succulent. He wonders how he ever managed without it. And he sheds the last of his hesitation.
As she pulls him closer, she catches a primal sound from his throat as he pushes his tongue further into her mouth. He brings his own hands up to lightly trace at the outlines of her ears. She briefly wonders at his behavior. It is reminiscent of Vulcan male sexual behavior. He seems to know exactly how to touch her and like a Vulcan male, his want seems to melt away any civilized exterior until only the instinct to mate is present.
Then she too is swept away only desiring to take what he can clearly give her.
The pillow from her lap is swept to the side as he lifts her upon his lap, her legs twining around his waist. He finally breaks from the kiss, firm fingers moving from her delicate ears to her lovely temples.
His movements pull her up from her own sensual haze and her hazel eyes meet his blue. When their eyes meet, he brings his forehead to hers, his breath synchronized with her own.
He speaks, his voice as hoarse whisper, if it had been anyone else --- but it is Charles Tucker --- "My mind to your mind, your mind to my mind."
And with that the human male initiates a mind meld with his Vulcan woman.
"My mind to your mind, your mind to my mind."
He gives no thought to his words or their origin, this is instinct.
It is like they are falling through each other, if you can do such a thing. The knowing is so beautiful that it is almost painful. To think that he had thought her cold when she is the most sensitive being he has ever encountered. He finds each feeling, each emotion cataloged and safely guarded. It reminds him of the momentos his grandmother kept wrapped in tissue paper surrounded by mothballs.
She is sliding through his mind as he is hers. The sand is warm under her toes and she is laughing. Then she is crying and her mother is rocking her, singing to her, telling her that she is loved so much, so very much. She finds the space where Lizzie has been ripped away and the pain is so bleak that she recoils before going forward again only to find his immense love for her. A love so real and true that it can do nothing other than change her forever.
Suddenly this immersion is cut short as the ship lurches forward in great fits. Sirens blare and hands are called to their stations.
They pull out of each other abruptly, neither prepared, both stunned. After a long silent second - eyes meeting, they are up. He is headed toward the door and she to grab her duty clothes.
There are no words to describe what has just taken place. There are many questions but all of this is secondary to them both now.
She understands that she is his woman and that likewise he belongs to her.
TBC
