A/N: The graphic parts have been stripped from this chapter. The adult version will soon come to AOE3

Touch Me!

T'Pol

I resisted the urge to vocalize my relief with a sigh. If the removal of the only body hair that Vulcans had left below the head could cause such a strong positive reaction by visual stimulus alone, it made it more likely that the experiment would not end in the disappointment I was so unseemingly afraid of. In fact, I was quite convinced that the Commander would find a way to make the experience even more agreeable than I was expecting. He had done so for all experiments so far and I found myself realizing that I relied on this talent of his.

My thoughts went back to the early days of the ship's mission, specifically the time I had spent with the commander in the decontamination chamber after the away mission to Rigel X. Even though my relationship with the ship's chief engineer had still been of a mostly antagonistic nature at that time, I quite vividly remembered the intensity of the Commander's touch when he had explored my physique much more thoroughly than the application of Doctor Phlox's balm strictly required. Granted, I had not restricted my touch to the absolute minimum either.

Had he known what his gentle caressing of my ears had done to my composure? Had he noticed the obvious outward signs of my arousal?

For a moment there was a somewhat awkward silence though as we both inspected each other's physique and I was quite sure he was as eager to start the experiment as I was, even though I was not yet sure how the fact of being blindfolded would affect me. I had been deprived of my vision during the away mission to Paan Mokar, and I did not remember the experience as a particularly pleasant one. As Vulcans we were taught from early childhood to remain in control whenever possible. Being deprived of a major sense was causing a strong sensation of helplessness.

To break the silence I decided to broach the subject of my cosmetic change to my body's appearance and its importance for human intimate practices. After all, this was still a scientific experiment, even though personal interests had grown steadily more important lately.

"I take it the decision to remove my pubic hair has influenced my appearance in a positive manner?" I asked and diverted my glance towards the cooler in which I had stored his prefered refreshments.

With satisfaction I noticed that he did not immediately collect a beverage for himself. Instead he took a bottle of wine from it, opened its screw-top and served me a drink in the plastic cup provided with the bottle. It was not my usual practice to consume alcoholic beverages, but during the first part of the experiment, conducted with Ensign Sato the day before, it had helped to make me less tense and overcome the mild discomfort of being touched in intimate places by the human female. To my surprize, after the initial discomfort had worn off, I had found the experience thoroughly enjoyable, despite my initial misgivings of engaging in intimate touch with an individuum of the same gender. My mother would probably censure me for the mere use of a frivolous word like 'enjoying somthing'.

Once he had seated himself with his own beverage, the Commander gave the answer I had been waiting for.

"Well, as you can see," he said, pointing at his crotch and his very erect member, showing no signs of discomfort or embarassement. "I'm preferring the smooth option myself, but you shouldn't take that as a scientific finding. There are people and whole cultures, who consider pubic hair erotic. In fact Hoshi is a bit unusual for a Japanese in that regard. They normally don't shave it off."

"So there are humans, who would regard the removal as detrimental to my appearance," I stated in search for clarification. When he confirmed my statement with a nod, I entered the information in my PADD for later inclusion into the research paper.

We settled into silence again, both consuming our beverages and inspecting each other's unclothed physiques. I was surprised that the Commander was still fully erect, but did not seem to be discomforted by this open manifestation of his arousal. Considering that I had effectively hoped for such an impact on him, I found it to be a quite satisfying sight. It aroused me to know that the sight of my unclothed body was able to arouse him so thoroughly.

"So, how did it go with Hoshi?" he inquired about the first part of the experiment, calmly drinking his refreshment.

"It appeared to have been a much more agreeable experience for the ensign than it was for me. I found the use of blindfolds rather… unsettling. Being deprived of a major sense is quite disconcerting. However, despite my initial reservations, I found it to be not quite as disagreeable as expected."

"The blindfolds are pretty important though," he argued. "How are you going to research the importance of touch and smell, if those inputs are overridden by the one sense which at least we humans rely on the most? On the other hand, if it makes you too uncomfortable, it may influence the results just as well. Maybe you shouldn't be doing that experiment at all."

"I believe I can manage, commander," I added hastily, hoping he would not notice how disagreeable the thought of abandoning this part of the experiment was to me. No matter how surprisingly agreeable the experiment had been with ensign Sato, the one I wanted to touch me more than anyone was sitting right across from me, still agreeably aroused by intensely observing my nude physique.

"Well then, Subcommander," he said with a smile. "Why don't we start 'managing'?"

I got up and to my surprise he fished something out of the pocket of his discarded uniform. Still wondering why there was a visible blush on his face, I recognized the item.

"Commander, we do not plan to engage in intercourse. I can see no need for condoms. And even if we would copulate, there would be no need as you cannot impregnate me. Vulcans and humans cannot interbreed without medical intervention."

"I know," he answered, still visibly abashed. "But when you… um… touch certain parts of me, there could be a messy surprise and I don't want to have stuff end up on your floor. It's been a while since I had… 'my tensions eased' as you like to put it."

I took the rubber item from him. "My quarters' floor is made of solid tritatium alloy, Commander, so unless your ejaculate is highly acidic, any mishap would merely lead to me asking you to clean up after yourself."

With an entirely unseemly sensation of triumph, I could see him blush some more. For reasons I could not explain, the sight of the commander's discolored face was not only agreeable, ensign Sato had used the adjective 'cute' to describe it, I found myself wishing to find a way to cause this reaction more often.

I stood behind my test subject and carefully fixed the blindfold to his head before doing so to myself. With a voice command I started the camera to record the experiment, as for obvious reasons I would not be able to take notes.

Carefully I let my finger tips glide up the Commander's neck and I started exploring his features while standing behind him. The first aspect I noticed was the clarity of his emotional state through the touch-telepathic contact. This had not been the case with Ensign Sato, leading me to the conclusion that the ship's chief engineer entered the experience completely open-minded… and highly aroused.

Of course, as much had been obvious before I had obstructed my vision, but now I could clearly sense the emotional state he was in, and it was a revelation. The level of affection I was faced with upon my touch was unexpected to say the least. I had been suspecting for some time that I was more than just another crew member to the Commander, but the confirmation was so strong I had to interrupt the touch and needed to take a step back, gasping when I realized what a profound effect this finding had on both of us.

We did not speak, both taking off the blind folds. Our respective breathing was hard and I realized that the Engineer's body was no longer the only one showing clear signs of arousal. I had no doubt that even the human's less sophisticated olfactory senses could pick up the substantial amount of pheromones I was giving off.

Unable to verbalize my emotions, I looked at him, waiting for the Commander to make a move – and thankfully he did.

Trip

Suddenly the experiment didn't matter anymore. All I could think of was getting my hands on that magnificent creature before me. Her face had a green-ish hue – a reminder that Vulcans were physiologically different, but I didn't care. I had dreamed of this moment so many times and I was hell-bent on making it as fantastic for her as it felt to me.

This was no desperate boink in a swamp with a woman I didn't even particularly care for. The only thing on my mind was showing the curious Vulcan what it meant to be desired by a human. Since she seemed to be waiting on my reaction, I simply scooped her up and carried the naked godess to her bed.

"My bed sheets however, are not made of tritanium alloy," she reminded me with a husky voice.

"I'll pay for the laundry service," I answered with a mischievous and not at all apologetic grin and put her on the bed gently. Lying down next to her, I wasted no time and let my hand glide over her flat stomach until it found her breasts. Her closed eyes and the quite un-Vulcan-like moan of pleasure were clear indications that the touch was most welcome.

"Lesson one," I said, letting my breath brush along her cheeks. "This is the most important touch for a human."

I leaned in and gently put my lips to hers. It was obvious that she shad no clue what to do, but considering that the quivering female in my embrace was a member of a species who didn't practice such contact at all, she held her own quite well. T'Pol's arm snaked around my neck and she ruffled my hair while I literally took her breath away.

She was breathing heavily when we ended the kiss.

"A quite unsanitary practice," she said amid gasps for air.

"Just wanted to demonstrate, I won't repeat it if you don't like it," I promised and held her glance. Quite uncharacteristically, her eyes were glazed over and I had to remind himself that I was dealing with someone who had absolutely no clue about intimate contact and more importantly, I had absolutely no idea how a Vulcan reacted to touches that felt just right for a human.

"Since it is obviously part of the custom," she replied hastily, but instead of finishing the sentence, she pulled my head down to demand more of the unknown-to-her interaction.

I inhaled loudly through my nose to signal her to breathe through the nose. After all the goal was to make her feel good, not to suffocate the Vulcan in my arms. I noticed that she did just that, and if anything picking up my scent seemed to motivate her to intensify the returning of the gesture. Soon enough we were engaged in a lively tongue wrestling match and our hands started to explore each other's bodies.

-=/\=-

I had never seen or felt something this intense, and that had not even been anything like the real deal yet. After all it had only involved our tongues and fingers. It had taken almost fifteen minutes for T'Pol to regain anything that remotely resembled coherence. I had just finished wiping my own mess off her skin with a towel when I noticed that despite the glow of intimate satiety, T'Pol was strangely restless.

"You okay, darlin'?" I asked, concerned about her strange reaction. See seemed unable to focus at all. Her answer hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Commander, you need to call Doctor Phlox. I have lost my eyesight."