Silence

by Kat  NC-17  

Arch/T'Pol

Summary:  A shuttle crash brings more than one type of awareness.

Disclaimers:  I'm gonna be rich (*onery gray furball perches on desk.  "Keep dreamin fool")  Fine fine fine, the characters ain't mine but the images are...  

Shhhh… You want me here as much as I want to be here.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

One hand nestled deeper between her legs, stroking the hot, wet silk of her. Do you really want me to stop?

The silence was nearly overwhelming, and then her hand came down to cup his. With the slightest of pressures she encouraged his movements.

He smiled against her neck, laving gently at the pulse point behind her ear. There was no longer a need for words as he pressed her back into him, enjoying the feel of her soft bottom against his sex. They existed in a world of erotic images. The ones their minds shared were hard to separate from reality for as soon as they were shared, they were brought into play and allowed to reign.

Jonathan knew he should stop, just as he had known that T’Pol had to object. It was their way, their role in this life, but it didn’t seem to matter as they were wrapped around each other in this place far away from the ship and the crew. They were not Captain and Sub Commander here, they were man and woman, and he intended to enjoy it, for as long as he could. Those ranks had been dropped the minute he had ordered her to strip.

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As both of T’Pol’s eyebrows made the climb up her forehead, Jonathon turned and began removing his own garments.

“Captain!?”

He turned back to her, continuing his movements as he lowered the zipper on his jumpsuit and removed it. Frustration laced with exhaustion as he spoke again. “Just do it Sub commander!” He shrugged out of the garment, allowing it to drop to the floor of the shuttle. He continued to strip until he stood before her in nothing but his boxers. Finishing his task, he picked up the material and draped it over one of the seats before the dark console. The storm raging outside shook the little shuttle with its intensity, but the flurry of white outside the view port looked for all the world like a comforting blanket. Once more her turned back to T’Pol to find her still standing where he had left her. He growled as he stomped over to her. With a quick movement, he had grasped her shoulder and spun her to face the wall. Before she could react, he had her clothes unfastened and began pulling them from her shoulders. T’Pol jerked away from him and caught the catsuit at her breasts. “Captain this is inappropriate.”

His temper flared briefly before he turned away and stomped to the back of the shuttle. He quickly spread one of the blankets stored in the back on the floor and pulled out the other one, allowing it to fall to the floor. He knelt again, pulling out rations. “Use that wonderful Vulcan logic of yours T’Pol. We are both cold and wet, so the clothes have got to go. We have limited electricity in this shuttle, enough for minimal lighting and to transmit an emergency signal to Enterprise. We have to conserve body heat in order to survive. The fastest way to do that is to strip to our skivvies and crawl under that blanket together.” He looked up at her for a moment, then frowned. “Now stop wasting time and strip. Your lips are turning blue.”

For a moment he thought she was going to object again, but instead she turned her back to him and stepped out of her uniform. Like him, she draped it over the other chair to dry. Once finished with that task, She moved to the blanket on the floor and sat, wrapping the other around her shoulders. “Will we be warm enough?”

He glanced at the half naked woman determined not to become aroused by the vision of her before him. It wasn’t working. With a sigh, he stood and moved to the small pile of wood and debris he had gathered as she had tried to get the electrical systems working. He checked to make sure there was nothing close by that would catch fire in the shuttle and attempted to light the debris by firing his phase pistol. The kindling sparked and began to put off heat immediately. That accomplished, he checked the hole from the crash that he had half-heartedly patched to make sure it was working as a proper vent. Satisfied that they wouldn’t freeze to death as long as they had kindling, he turned back to T’Pol. Once more he was struck by her beauty, but as before, he was determined to show her respect as well.

While he had worked on the fire, she had finished dividing their rations so they could eat. As he sat next to her, she opened the blanket to allow him to share it with her, but he could see she was still very cold. Once more he stood, this time tucking the blanket tightly around her before moving to the bench seats at the back of the shuttle. He scavenged around for a few moments before locating a knife. With the knife he chipped away at the fasteners that held the seat in place. When it was loose enough, he pulled it free of its moorings and carried near T’Pol. He then went to work on the second. Once it was free he repeated his actions. Satisfied with the results, he motioned T’Pol to her feet. He then lifted the second blanket and draped it around her as well. When she started to speak, he shook his head and went back to work. He slid the two lightly padded seats together creating a crude pallet approximately 4 feet wide by five feet long. He then moved to the chairs at the front of the shuttle, taking several moments to cut away the fabric covering the seats, and hacking at the cushion inside.

As T’Pol realized what he was doing she began to help by taking the loose pieces of cushion and spreading it over the leathery material of the bench seats. Once they were finished, they draped the fabric from the seats across the batting in a sort of sheet.

Happy with the results, Archer motioned T’Pol to take a seat while he added some heavier pieces of kindling to the small fire. The wood smoked lightly for a few minutes then caught, filling the air with a pleasant almost piney scent. Once more he sat. This time he declined T’Pol’s offer to share her blanket. Instead he tucked it firmly around her once more, then draped the second over both of them. The small meal was eaten in silence and when finished he offered her a small bit of privacy to attend personal needs. When she came back to the pallet, he had shifted to a laying position with his back to the wall of the shuttle. He had draped both blankets over the pallet, and lifted the corner for her to crawl in. To Jonathon it was the best choice. He understood that she had less resistance to the cold then he did and this way her front would be to the fire and her back to him. He tried not to notice the way her tank top pulled across her breasts as she laid down.

Feeling a lot warmer than he should have, he pulled her close, draping one leg over her thighs and one arm over her waist. They fidgeted for a moment before she rested her head on his bent arm. While he made a point a trying to keep as much of their bodies in contact as possible, he also made a point of separating their lower bodies. It was bad enough that they were in this close contact, he didn’t need to embarrass either of them with the proof of his budding arousal. He just prayed they would both be able to sleep.

The images playing out in his head startled him awake. In his dreams he saw T’Pol standing before him naked. The stood together on cliff over looking a desert of vibrant reds and golds. It was no place he knew and yet he without words she told him it was her home. They stood together for a long time before the awareness of their nudity struck home, and suddenly he was drawn to her and kissing her as if there were no tomorrow and she was responding back to him. It was more the feeling of absolute perfection that woke  him rather than the erotic images in his dreams though they played a good part of it too. He moved slowly so as not to wake her, and stood, tucking the blankets around her. As he took care of his own personal needs, he noticed the time. They had only sleep a few hours but it was dark outside. The storm seemed to have dissipated and silence surrounded the shuttle. He took the time to place another log on the fire. There was a chill in the air but it was nowhere near as cold as it had been earlier. That wonderful piney smell filled the air once more as he snuggled back in next to T’Pol. He was an adult after all. He could handle a few erotic dreams.

T’Pol opened her eyes slowly. A feeling of warmth pervaded every sense surrounding her with comfort. She lifted up to find herself sprawled across Jonathon. Her head had been pillowed on his shoulder while her leg was strewn across his thigh. She would have been embarrassed if she admitted to such emotion for her knee was nestled against his groin and her breasts pressed to his chest. As she lay there taking it all in, she realized the Captain didn’t seem to be objecting to her familiarity. He did in fact have one hand wrapped firmly around the one on his chest, while the other was intimately acquainted with her bottom. She glanced at his face to make certain he was sleeping as his fingers moved in a gentle caress. As she noted his closed eyes and even breathing, she let out a sigh of relief. The dreams she experienced had left her a uncertain. She ran her gaze over her sleeping Captain, taking note of the peaceful lines of his face. He looked so different in sleep, calm, almost Vulcan in appearance. She was swept with a sudden impulse to wake him, for suddenly she missed the multitude of expressions he constantly wore. She shook off the impulse and allowed her eyes to explore him. Her gaze flew back to his face as she noticed his rising erection. Her breath caught as his beautiful eyes opened and locked on hers. Though his lips didn’t move, she heard his thoughts.

Like what you see?

The thought was answered before she could stop it. Yes. She noted his eyes taking in her cleavage even as he repeated the caress on her bottom. Do you?

The light in his eyes brighten from curious to hungry instantly. Oh yes, I always have.

She knew she should be alarmed. After all humans were not known for telepathy and Vulcans didn’t advertise their abilities. And while she had the ability to pick up things from touch, she had never noticed a human with the ability to talk through that contact. She started to tell Jonathon of her concerns, but his hand had moved to her head, and then he was guiding her down to him for a kiss.

The kiss was wonderful and exotic, like nothing she had ever experienced and she allowed him to sweep her away with it. After several long moments of teasing and tasting he encouraged her to open her mouth with barely a thought and she was doing it. Then he encouraged her to kiss him back and she was doing that as well. With a soft sigh, he broke the kiss and drew her back down to his shoulder. His hand stroked her hair and neck before traveling down her back to her bottom. Once there he nestled her closer. Go back to sleep sweetheart.

With a contented sigh, she did.

She woke later to find a hint of light coming through the view port. She tipped her head for a better view and noticed that the sky had cleared and the triple moons of this planet were shining bright and full. At some point they had shifted back into a spoon position, her back to his front. She thought briefly about objecting, moving away, but the contentedness that surrounded her was as comforting as his warmth, and if he were a bit closer than she would normally prefer, who was she to object, after all she had been clinging to him. A wash of arousal swamped her, almost frightening in its intensity. Then she realized, Jonathon is awake.

Yes… You are so beautiful.

Am I?

He nuzzled the back of her neck. Yes. Beautiful, exotic, sexy… a sleeping man’s wet dream, and a waking one’s every desire.

She shuddered as the intensity of his arousal washed over her again. He shifted so that his knee was lying between hers. Her head was laying on one arm, effectively trapping it, but that didn’t stop the other from working its magic. Slowly it traveled over her stomach, pausing to tease her navel before moving steadily downward. His fingers dipped under the band of her panties and stroked over the silky skin of her mons. He groaned at the feel of her, the heat rolling off her in waves. Vulcans don’t have body hair?

She could barely think as his fingers whispered over her labia. Very little.

The words that echoed in her head she didn’t recognize, but the blast of his thoughts and what he wanted to do to her nearly startled her out of her trance. As his fingers dipped into the wet heat of her, lightly teasing the bundle of nerves hidden there, she gasped. She had to stop him now. “Stop.”

His fingers stilled for a moment and an image of him kissing her in that most intimate of places shook her to her soul.

Shhhh… You want me here as much as I want to be here.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

One hand nestled deeper between her legs, stroking the hot, wet silk of her. Do you really want me to stop?

The silence was nearly overwhelming, and then her hand came down to cup his. With the slightest of pressures she encouraged his movements.

He smiled against her neck, laving gently at the pulse point behind her ear. There was no longer a need for words as he pressed her back into him, enjoying the feel of her soft bottom against his sex. They existed in a world of erotic images. The ones their minds shared were hard to separate from reality for as soon as they were shared, they were brought into play and allowed to reign.

Jonathan knew he should stop, just as he had known that T’Pol had to object. It was their way, their role in this life, but it didn’t seem to matter as they were wrapped around each other in this place far away from the ship and the crew. They were not Captain and Sub Commander here, they were man and woman, and he intended to enjoy it, for as long as he could. Those ranks had been dropped the minute he had ordered her to strip.

His fingers continued their subtle movements until her breath caught in her throat. He smiled again as he once more nuzzled her neck. The emotion rolling off her stunned him. He never would have imagined her capable of such depths. It thrilled and frightened him at the same time, but they were both so aroused that there was no way he could stop. He shifted her in his arms until she was on her back. With a quick glance in her eyes to make sure she really was as comfortable with this as he was, he continued his gentle assault. His lips meshed once more with hers and as their tongues tangled together in a dual as old as time, he gently drew her panties down her legs. Once more he kissed her, determined to make her feel everything he felt.

She sighed and shifted against him, opening her legs wider in an age old gesture of surrender.

He moved between her spread thighs and raised to his knees, drawing her up with him. Gently he drew her tank over her head. His eyes glazed over at the sight of her breasts, full with dusky pink tips drawn to sharp little points. He was initially concerned about the cold, but her gentle reassurance soothed him and he was guiding her back into a prone position, his body covering hers.

T’Pol was no innocent by a long shot, however sex was not something Vulcan’s participated in for recreation. She had experimented with it once when she was younger and found it lacking. At that time she had determined to avoid it until she was called upon to fulfill her duties as a wife and mother. But with Jonathon it was different. Perhaps it was the lure of the forbidden, he was human after all, or perhaps it was something else. The man himself had held her intrigued on more than one occasion and now he held her enthralled with every touch and kiss. Even his body was amazing to her, a contrast in lights and darks and textures. Unlike a Vulcan, this human had a lot of body hair and the friction of it against her hypersensitive body was nearly enough to send her to climax. Awed, she stroked her fingers through his chest hair, marveling at the crispness of it and the way it felt when his chest came into contact with hers. She gasped in pleasure not only at the physical sensations, but the barrage of images that flowed from him. It was nearly too much. She couldn’t block the emotion, instead she let it rush over her and carry her away. She was amazed.  For all his rampant thoughts, he was never less than gentle and patient as he coaxed her body to a higher realm. She arched against him in frustration. Jonathon please!

The plea was nearly his undoing but he was determined. She was his for now and he was going to savor her. As he laid a hot trail of kisses across her breasts and down her abdomen, he sent her an image of her doing the same to him. But even as her hands tugged at him to bring him back up her body, he nestled between her thighs. His hot breath flowed over the sensitive area causing a series of small shivers to rock her body. She groaned in response. Slowly he opened her to his taste and his touch, basking in the flow of arousal she sent washing over him.

He teased her to the point of madness, but when the time finally came, he slid back up her body. Slowly he positioned himself at her opening. His hands came up to cup her face, and he waited until her eyes met his. Slowly he pushed forward feeling the gentle resistance. With each movement he would push forward and then retreat. Each thrust was a fight to keep slow and steady, but he was determined not to hurt her. Finally he was seated to the hilt and her body fit him as snug as a hot wet glove. He waited until he felt the acceptance of both her body and her mind before moving, and even though she encouraged him to take his own pleasure he was just as determined to give her hers. Their bodies moved in time, each sending signals to the other of what they felt and wanted and needed, and as time passed, the tempo increased until they were straining against each other for completion. As her body convulsed against his, he lost the rhythm of his thrusts. With each tight squeeze of her body he grunted until at last he joined her, shouting his release.

The lay silent for several moments, thoughts quiet as well. Both were stunned by the intensity of the emotions rolling through them. T’Pol was especially unnerved as she was not prepared for what had happened. She could find no fault with her lover, but was suddenly uncertain how to face him. Her uncertainty transmitted itself to him and he cuddled her close. Don’t worry sweetheart. There is time to sort this out later. Just let me hold you.

She sighed and nodded. Alright. Nothing would be gained from worrying and what was done was done. There was another time and place to think about the consequences.

Jonathon held her for a long time before he finally moved. Standing, he went to his uniform. He picked up his tee-shirt and began to tear strips from the bottom of it. With a tender smile at T’Pol, he drew on his uniform and boots. After placing another log on the fire, he opened the door to the shuttle and stepped outside. He returned within moments with a container filled with snow. This he settled beside the fire. He then closed the shuttle door once more. While the snow melted, T’Pol drew out their rations.

Jonathon shimmied out of his uniform jacket and sat next to her. As she passed him his meal, he leaned over and kissed her. He couldn’t resist. She was so perfect to him.

While his display of affection was unnerving, T’Pol really didn’t mind. The unreality of the situation made it seem more dreamlike, and she simply didn’t care. As she finished the last of her meal, Jonathon moved to the fire and the water he had there. He took the cloths from his shirt and dipped them in the heated liquid. With a questioning glance at her, he proceeded to clean her, starting at her hypersensitive breasts and ending in an arousing wash of her vaginal area. As he cleaned he played, once more his mind transmitting a bevy of images to overwhelm her.

Just as she pushed him away, intent on returning the favor, a communicator beeped in the background. She was tempted to ignore it, but as it intruded once more, she knew that their time was done.

With a great deal of regret, she stood and began to dress as Jonathon answered the hail. It was soon settled and they were once more on their way to Enterprise, their silent interlude over.

TBC?