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Summary: Trip helps T'Pol out of a "tight" situation.
Trip grunted from behind T'Pol as he struggled with the mechanism confining her.
"Who's idea was this again?" He asked, annoyed.
"Ensign Sato suggested that it might improve our relationship." She grunted under the pressure of her imprisonment.
"If this thing gets any tighter I may have to get Phlox to declare a medical emergency."
"I would rather not involve the doctor." T'Pol's voice belied her anxiousness.
"Don't worry, I was being facetious," he reassured her. "What did Hoshi say exactly?"
"She said that it would 'make you work more for your treats' and would 'add some spice' to our relationship," T'Pol informed him as the pressure increased.
"Well, I have no idea what sort of trick is required to get this thing open, so I'm resorting to violence," Trip informed her as he stepped back to examine her prison.
"You're going to injure Ensign Sato?" she asked, slightly alarmed as she turned to face him.
"What? No! Turn around," he instructed as he removed a standard blade from his tool kit.
There was the sound of cords being cut, T'Pol felt the pressure ease, and her breathing came easier.
Trip eased the offending material from her torso and held it up to her to with a slightly annoyed look on his face.
"Next time you decide to wear a corset, make sure you get instructions on how to remove it!"
T'Pol turned to face him with her hands on her hips and her upper body fully exposed. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"But I do have to give Hoshi her dues; those are some mighty fine treats your sporting."