Shipwreck with You

red rooster dawn

Pairing: Tucker and T'Pol

Disclaimer : All the characters are the property of Gene Roddenberry and Star Trek. They are use purely for entertainment value only.

Summary: Tucker and T'Pol crash on an alien planet on the way back to the Enterprise, many light years away.

Day 7

Over the next several days Trip and T'Pol fell into a routine. T'Pol would do a scan early in the morning in an effort to find any sign of civilization. Failing that she would locate a source of water which they would hike in that direction.

At midday T'Pol would scan for any sign of edible food to supplement their food supplies. The fact that they were in a jungle was good. It had many different sources of food. They still had six days of their initial food supply left.

On those days when there was no noticeable water source to reach, they conserved the water and ate more fresh fruit, which often were quite juicy. At night they would settle into the same routine.

Trip would build a small fire with extra wood to keep them warm at night. T'Pol would gather any fruits and nuts that she could find. After eating something for dinner they would settle down for the night with T'Pol snuggling in Trip's arms for additional warmth.

What surprised T'Pol the most was waking up with Trip clutching her breast each morning. At first she wanted to ring his neck for violating her person like that, but on reflection she realized the pleasure it was giving her. She had called him on it the first day it happen.

"Charles! wake up." ordered T'Pol sounding angry.

"What's the matter T'Pol?" he asked her groggily.

You're groping me Charles." she replied.

"Huh? Oh! Don't you like it?" he asked as he began to trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder and suck on her ear lobe. She began to shudder with the feeling. What was he doing to her? She was beginning to feel pretty good.

Each day would start out the same way. Trip would trail kisses down her neck. Each day that followed he would do a little more. This morning he included slipping his hand beneath her clothing to rub her stomach sensually.

T'Pol was feeling the excitement more and more each day. It began to dawn on her that he was once again playing with her, teasing her senses, making her want him. But each day she was able to resist the temptation,

but she wondered how he was able to stimulate her so. Her sexual desire cycle, absolute need every seven years, was still three years away. She shouldn't be feeling this way. Why was she then? Was it because she had been living with the humans so long that it had thrown off her mating cycle.

She had read once when she was study the human reproductive system that if you put twenty women together in the same living environment. After a period of time all their cycles would synchronized. Maybe something similar was happening to her.

She prayed that it wasn't so. There was a reason Vulcans only procreated once every seven years. There were more important things to do in life than to think about having sex all the time. It also reduce the friction between males seeking the female's attention.

But then again humans were considered an inferior species. They didn't live as long. They weren't as intelligent or as physically strong as Vulcans. But then again they had advanced so much faster in developing space technology then the Vulcans.

They had accomplished in one hundred years what it had taken them five hundred years. There was a consensus among one group of Vulcan scientists that the humans would pass the Vulcan Technology within the next one hundred and fifty years.

The Vulcan High Command thought it preposterous, but she believed it might be true. And although humans did think about sex a lot, they didn't necessary do it all the time. They were actually capable of going without sex for long periods of time.

The Captain and Charles hadn't had any in sixteen months that she was aware of. Was that why he was being so amorous with her now. Drawing her out of her shell slowly. Whatever, it was working.

She was beginning to want him, to feel him inside her. Why was she thinking like this? Was she beginning to experience a form of Parn Farr? Was their closeness causing her to prematurely bond with Charles? Was he becoming her mate?

Day 10

T'Pol woke up to the sensation of Trip beginning his exploration of her body. Once again he was doing more than the day before. He stroked her midsection. Then he moved on to her breast before moving south of the border. He spent the next twenty minutes there. It felt so good.

She began to think about her teachings. Why would they teach that this was so wrong when it felt so good? Why wouldn't one want to experience this feeling everyday instead of waiting for it every seven years? She wanted him so bad. Why won't he give her total pleasure and fulfill her?

"Charles please!" she begged. "Don't stop!"

"It's not time yet Polly." he replied.

"But Charles, I want you." she whimpered.

"Soon sweetie, soon." he whispered. He got up to prepare for the day's travel. T'Pol sighed as she laid there. Trip had awaken her womanhood. She wouldn't have thought it was possible, but he had. She wanted him so badly.

Day 13

Trip played the game for a few more days before taking T'Pol to new heights in sexual fulfillment. She couldn't believe it could be so good. Charles was a master. He made every spot on her body heighten her sensual experience.

When she thought she couldn't endure anymore, he took her even higher. When she finally did come with perfect synchronization with Charles, her orgasm lasted longer then ever before.

Never before had she felt the exhilaration of sexual fulfillment. In the past she was usually lucky if her mate brought her to an orgasm. They were usually only interested in fulfilling their own needs.

She laid there relaxing, trying to regain her composure before getting up to get ready for the day's activity. She laid there thinking how could any sentient being not want to experience what she had just experience.

It was only logical to want to experience it every day. She knew there had to be a logical reason as to why not partake in such activities, but at the moment she was at a loss to know why.

As she was getting ready to stand up Trip put a hand on her arm. "Are you ready for some more?" he asked her.

"What? Don't you have to wait a day or two before you can do it again?" she asked him a little surprised.

"No. Depending on the right stimulus, twenty minutes is more then sufficient time for a repeat performance." replied Trip smiling.

"Am I the right stimulus Charles?" she asked as she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"You're the perfect stimulus Polly. One could spend all day in bed with you." smiled Trip.

T'Pol couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had always heard that Charles was a very good sweet talker, but she never realized that he could make one feel so good in the process.