T'Pol had arranged everything...the food...the music...everything...with some help from Captain Archer
of course. Her decision to confide in him and to seek his advice about 'wooing' Trip had been a commendable one.
He had made her aware of possibilities she had not even considered; embracing the truth instead of
denying it and showing that truth and all that came with it. She hoped it would thrill Trip as much as it did her.
She knew it was illogical, but she felt the exhilaration of baring her inner self to this human.

A sudden noise broke T'pol's revelry. There was a chime at the door; it was time.

She reasserted her composure and took up her position. "Enter."

The door slid open to reveal Trip Tucker. The light from the corridor shown into the
dark cabin room and silhouetted his form. The young Chief Engineer's dark slacks
hugged his muscular frame while the blue long sleeve shirt hung loosely over his torso.

"Good Evening Trip." came a sultry voice from the room.

"Evenin..." he replied and then stammered when he saw her. "T-T'Pol?"
She was standing at the back of the room by the view port. The soft
light from the passing stars played across her smooth bare skin and the
black strapless slip dress that traveled the contours of her body
down to her exquisite ankles.

She looked at Trip Tucker who was still standing in the doorway. "You were expecting someone else, Commander?"

"No...I-I...you look beautiful." said the Engineer with a sigh.

She walked over to a table with a some glasses. "Why don't you come inside...Trip."

"You also look very...presentable." She said as she poured something into a glass. "Would you like a glass of Zenphyl?"

"Zenphyl?" he asked. "What is it?"

"It is a Vulcan aperitif." she said as she looked up at him.

"Booze?" he said with not a small hint of surprise. "I didn't know Vulcan's drank."

"There are many things you do not know about us." she said as she handed him the drink.

He held the glass up to her in a mock toast.

"Shall we sit for a few minutes before dining?" she said as she moved to a the small dining table.
Trip Tucker watched her. He couldn't believe this was really T'Pol. He looked at the glass
of Zenphyl in his hand for a moment and then promptly drained it in one drink. He poured himself another and
walked over to the table and sat next to her.

T'Pol noticed that he was still looking at her as if he could not stop. "Why do you look at me so?"

Embarrassed that he had not been paying attention to what he had been doing. "I-I've never seen this side of you."

"Perhaps you just hadn't noticed." she told him.

He shook his head with a smile. "I would have noticed."

She leaned in closer "Then perhaps it's a side I wanted you to see."

Trip Tucker swallowed hard and leaned in a bit closer. They both
looked into each other's eyes. Both could almost glimpse the thoughts of the other.

"You look...'hungry'." she said as she stood up slowly. "I think we should have dinner."

Trip Tucker took a deep breath and exhaled. "Ooooooh boy"

He watched her as she moved. The low light played across her shoulders. She was indescribably beautiful.
How had he failed to notice it before?

He moved to a table she was standing at. "Can I help you."

She turned and looked at him. "Yes, that would be...nice."

He looked at her a little surprised. 'Nice', how very unvulcan. He was starting to enjoy
the evening already.

"Looks interesting." he said as he eyed the dishes. "What is it?"

"Prometa and Tollethal " she told him. "They are traditional Vulcan dishes."

"Oh really." he said. "This should be interesting."

He helped her carry the serving dishes to the small dining table she had set
for them. Once the dishes were set they served each other.
T'Pol looked to Trip for his opinion of the meal.

He looked at her and then took a bite of the Prometa.
"Hmmm, this is really good." he said "I'll have to compliment
Chef. Really outdone himself."

She looked at him "You just did."

He looked back in surprise. "YOU cooked this?"

"Yes." she said.

He smiled at her. He was impressed. She had really gone all out
cooking him a traditional Vulcan meal.

"Would you like some wine." she asked holding a bottle.

"That's the second alcoholic beverage you've offered me." he said with a smile. "I think your tryin ta get me drunk."

"Why would I want to do that?" she asked innocently.

"You tell me." he said as he took the glass and drained it one gulp.

T'Pol looked at him in surprise and then at the glass in her hand. Emulating
Trip she put the glass to her lips and drained it in one gulp."

Trip Tucker looked at her and laughed. "Easy darlin, I don't know if I can handle a drunk Vulcan."

She poured them both another glass.

The dinner continued and they talked about everything and nothing. Both were surprised at how interesting
the other was. Maybe it was the booze relaxing them. Whatever it was, they were both at ease by the time they had
finished.

"Shall we sit by the view port?" she asked.

"Hmmm, bring the bottle." he said smiling.

She picked up the bottle and walked over to the small couch by the view port.
Trip Tucker followed her as he giggled to himself.

"You find something humorous?" she said.

"It's ...nothing...it's embarrassing." he said as he sat back.

"Tell me." she said as she sat next to him. "You have no cause for embarrassment with me."

What was it about her? She could fluster him without saying a word or a few words
from those sweet lips and she could put him at ease.

"Uh...well, I was just thinkin' back to when Malcolm and I were in the shuttle pod." he told her. "When we thought Enterprise
was destroyed and we were gonna die."

She looked at him with confusion. "And you found this amusing?"

"Oh...uh no, no" he told her. "We kinda got a little juiced...drunk...and well...we sorta started talking about ya."

She gave the typical T'Pol response...a raised brow.

"Malcolm said ya had a cute 'bum'...uh butt." he explained. "He asked me if I ever looked at ya...you know...in that way. I told him he had too much ta drink, but he kept needlin me. So, I ended up admittin I...kinda took a peek at ya now and then.
Then I & &"

"Excuse me?" she said not making out the last thing he said.

"Ahem" he said clearing his voice. "I, uh...I proposed a toast to your butt."

She looked at him silently for what seemed forever. He wasn't sure if he had just offended her
or not. Then he saw her do it. Something unexpected...something very unvulcan.
She smiled and not just any smile but a full ear to ear kinda smile.

He looked at her in obvious shock. "You just smiled ...and don't try to deny it. I was lookin right at ya."

"It would be illogical for me deny the truth." she told him as she moved closer. "Just as it would be illogical for me to deny
that you cause part of me to stir in ways I never believed possible."

He swallowed hard as she moved even closer; placing her hands on his chest. He gasped in shock.
Her touch was like an electrical charge.

"Why do I feel feverish when I am close to you." she breathed. "Logic tells me I should stay away but all
I can do is pull you closer."

He looked into her eyes and smiled. "T'Pol, I REALLY like this side of you."

"It's the side you bring out." she said smiling slightly once more. "When I'm with you logic leaves me and I have to force myself from not grabbing you and showing you just what thoughts invade my mind."

She lowered herself onto him; bringing her lips inches from his. "Someone recently told me that truth can be the greatest of aphrodisiacs when it is normally hidden. When one tells another of what they truly think...truly...feel."

Trip Tucker looked up at her. He could see a smoldering look in her eyes.

"I want to surrender to you Trip." she said almost pleading. "Will you let me surrender to you."

He was as nervous as a cat in a roomful of rockin chairs. She was throwing
herself at him. She was turning him on something fierce. "T'Pol, I...Oh God yes darlin."

He pulled the young Vulcan with him as he fell back on the couch. They entwined their arms as
they kissed each other with a mad frenzy of abandon and lust. The heady rush of emotion and alcohol
made their inhibitions dissolve as they clawed at each others clothing in a desperate attempt
to have hot flesh rub together.

T'Pol sat up abruptly as she straddled Trip Tucker. She looked down at him lustfully with
half lidded eyes. "Human...you make me feel...wicked."

"That's because you are wicked." he told her with a wry smile.

She raised a brow and leaned down inches from his lips. "Then perhaps, I should be punished for my wicked behavior"

"Oh, I'm all up for that darlin." He grinned as he slid his hands up her legs and under her dress. She let out a gasp followed
by a low moan. She placed her hand to her lips to stifle he moans. She opened her eyes and looked down at
him. She saw his beautiful blue eyes. She threw herself down to him kissing him passionately while
she let her fingers run through his sandy blond hair.

She was breathing heavy as she kissed his lips...his eyes...his ears. "Trip I want to tell you..."

"Tell me what darlin?" he said though his own haggard brie thing as he kissed along her neck and ears..

"I..I-I'm.." she tried to say it, but she was overwhelmed. She sat up suddenly and looked down at him.

He looked up at her. "What is it darlin?" he asked her soothingly. "You can tell me."

She looked at him. "I have never...been with a man."

He looked at her in surprise. She was a virgin?

"You mean your..."

"Yes" she said in an almost innocent tone.

"T'Pol, are ya sure you wanna..."

"Yes." she said fiercely.

Trip Tucker smiled. She had chosen him to be her first. That changed everything.
He sat up and pulled her into his arms picking her up.

"Trip, what are you doing." she said in surprise.

"If this is your first time then I'm gonna do it right." he told her as he carried her to her bed.

He laid her down. She was about to speak, but he put his fingers to her lips and smiled. She closed her eyes .
He began trailing gentle kisses up her neck and along her ear eliciting her first moans of pleasure;
Gliding his hands across her body as she began to writhe. His lips met hers for a sweet embrace.
He explored her mouth with his tongue. As their passion mounted, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer to her. She moaned loudly and sighed as his teeth gently clamped down on her delicate ear once more. Sliding the dress down he cupped her bare breast in his hand avoiding the nipple while teasing the soft flesh around and under her breast. This elicited a
whimper of pleasure from T'Pol. She drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The feeling of his mouth on her was sending erotic electric impulses coursing through her body. She called his name as he trailed kisses down her neck once more.

The sensations were making her writhe in his arms. She began to grind her pelvis into his gasping when she felt him rise
erect through his pants. She reached down and began massaging his member. His mouth left her neck clamped down on her mouth. He sat up for a moment and removed his shirt. T'Pol stared at the lean muscles he had exposed. She had seen them
on her first mission aboard Enterprise. She had secretly desired to see them again. She ran her hands over him, feeling his skin and smooth muscles. She played with his nipples lightly eliciting a moan from him.

Their desire heightened and her hands flew to his waist unfastening his pants and pulling them off in a frenzy.
She wanted him inside her so badly it ached. She pulled his pants and briefs away exposing his manhood.
Her own body lay naked glistening with the sweat of hot electric sex. Trip Tucker looked at her lustfully.

He whispered in her ear. "I read that book ya gave me." he told her. "Is it true what it says about
Vulcan ears?"

With that he began to gently nibble along the rim of her ear. She let out a gasp and began to moan
as he let his tongue flicker along the edge.

"I guess your ears are more than just pointed." he said with a smile.

She looked up at him licking her lips. She squeezed his member gently but firmly eliciting
moans from him as well.

"Oh, Trip, I-I'm...Oh!" she stammered through the pleasure that threatened to overtake her.
Just as the exquisite throws were gripping her body. The passion was reaching its
peak. She needed him inside her. He leaned down and began to kiss and nibble her
breasts. He 'ignored' them long enough and they now ached for attention. T'Pol
shuddered at the sensation of his mouth caused over her swollen nips. She was lost in a
dreamy haze of passion when she felt him enter her. Her yes shot open and she gasped.
Then her eyes closed once more and she embraced the feeling of him in her.
He began gently stroking her most sensitive parts eliciting more audible moans of pleasure
thrusting at an ever greater pace as he did so. The tension between them was mounting.
Neither could hold on for mush longer. Then suddenly, a feeling began to overtake T'Pol.
A feeling she had never had before but had longed to experience. Her orgasm washed over
her like a hot flood, sending her spiraling into a euphoria of pleasure. Her body convulsed
and triggered Trip Tucker's own orgasm which washed over him in waves. She
cried out his name and held on to him as he buried his face in her shoulder. The two became
one in a glorious embrace of orgasmic pleasure.

As their shuddering subsided, they laid in each others arms.
experiencing the afterglow of what they had just
shared. He waiting quietly as she laid in his arms. Letting her
ride the after waves of pleasure until she spoke.

"Thank you."

"Your Welcome darlin." he whispered "You were incredible."

"As were you." she told him. "I have never had such overwhelming...emotions.
I'm glad I shared them with you."

"So am I." he said. "I'm really honored you chose me to be the one."

"I did not choose you Trip." she said. "As you humans would say...'my heart chose you."

He smiled at her as she laid back and closed her eyes.
Trip Tucker looked at the Vulcan. She seemed so peaceful
lying in his arms. He could not imagine that this was the same woman he
had argued with time and again. The same cold unemotional woman
who seemed so out of reach. She was right, there was much he did not
know about Vulcans; There was much he hoped to learn.

She opened her eyes once more and saw that he was looking at her. She looked up
at him and smiled. Smiling was illogical...humans were illogical...he was illogical,
but she did not care. For the first time in her life she felt complete. She had found
something she had been searching for. She didn't know how long it would last.
He was human. She was Vulcan. It was a precarious pairing, but she would drink deeply
of what this man had to offer and she hoped he would drink as deeply from her.

THE END