Loving Minds

By Peter Simons

Rating: PG-13

Genres: romance

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This story is number 3 in the series Two Minds


Loving Minds

By Peter Simons


E-Mail: simons@cryp.to
Rating: PG13
Genre: Drama, Romance
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Paramount, no infringement intended.

Summary: Sequel to »Touching the Mind«.

 

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Two days later.

 

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T'Pol stood in front of the mirror and practiced the movement for the 37th time. She wondered, how often a human female needed to try it before she had mastered the maneuver? It sure was more difficult than it had appeared.

Once more she straightened her robe, wrapped the silken ribbon around her waist carefully, and tied the ends off in a loose knot. She had practiced the knot earlier. Tying a knot that would slip open was simple enough, the problem was to pull it open without him noticing it. It had to appear, as if it had come open on its own.

Perhaps she could conceal the movement if she turned her shoulders a bit while she did it?

T'Pol analyzed the situation: Charles would most likely be standing over there ... so if she stood here ... and then turned like this ... Yes, that would work. But what were the risks? Where else could he be? How would it affect her plan if he had sat down already?

This was much more difficult than it had appeared.

Exhausted from her efforts, she sat down on the bed and drifted in thoughts. She looked at her left hand, at the calligraphy burnt into her skin. Now that the wounds had healed to a certain degree, the image was even more beautiful than before. She could not believe how exactly the two renderings had fit together. She randomly picked two edges from the shape in her hand and calculated the distances and angles. Had their palms been pressed together with one hand rotated by 2.31 degree to either side, it would have been impossible for the edges to connect. She picked a third edge and corrected her calculations to account for it as well. The margin of error was now below 0.82 degrees. She picked a fourth edge: Now any deviation above 0.12 degree had ruined the symmetry. There were 84 edges in the calligraphy. They all connected. It was flat-out impossible.

T'Pol shook her head in disbelieve. What was the significance of that? What did it mean?

But she had no time for idle thought, she needed to practice! So she resumed her position, and with an inconspicuous movement pulled the knot open while turning her shoulders a bit away form the spot where Charles would stand. This time it worked perfectly.

She stood still and observed how the robe would fall open once the knot was loosened. She experimented. Perhaps, she should lean a bit to the right? She didn't want the robe to really open, it had to fall open just slightly. Just enough to expose a glimpse of her underwear.

She had studied human literature thoroughly, especially the literature concerned with romantic affairs, and she had concluded that the singular most important thing in a flourishing romantic relationship was the underwear. She had read many articles on the subject. There were even special publications, just for women, which explained in great detail what was important.

Unfortunately, most of the advice was conflicting. It appeared, the perfect undergarment was innocent, unostentatious, elegant, provocative, sexy, and a bit sluttish. Fortunately, the ship's database carried vast amounts of picture material; just from reading the articles, she would have had no idea what these humans talked about. To her, whole matter could be summarized in one word: Illogical. If there was a purpose behind the concept of a garter belt, it was beyond her grasp.

Nonetheless, it was important that she respected her mate's customs.

T'Pol eyebrows flew up in shock when she realized, what she had just thought.

 

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Trip sat in his quarters and tried to find a flaw in the symmetry of the calligraphy on his hand. He searched for an angle that was too steep. For a line that was too short. There had to be something irregular about it, hadn't there? But there was nothing. The renderings of their names had fit together as if they were made for each other. It was impossible.

He had asked T'Pol three times, but she had sworn the calligraphies were not intentionally designed to match this way. She had called it a coincidence. He was tempted to use another word: Fate.

Did he believe in fate? He didn't know what to believe.

In a way, it didn't even matter. The point was that he and T'Pol wore matching brandings in their palms! And that had not happened by coincidence.

Ever since that night, he was drawn to T'Pol. When he was without her, a significant part of him did nothing but miss her. And when she entered the room, an even greater part of his focus was dedicated to following each and every of her movements. He could hardly tear his attention away from her.

And who would blame him? He had never known intimacy before his mind had touched T'Pol's. He had seen her. For half an hour, their minds had been one. For half an hour, there had been no boundaries between them, there had been no lies between them, and there had been an unfathomable warmth and care between them.

Trip stood up and began to pace in the room. He spoke to himself. This was always a bad sign.

»Calm down, Tucker! Relax.«

He didn't listen. It was impossible to relax. How was he supposed to relax, when he was without T'Pol?

»RELAX, god-dammit!«

There had to be something worth doing that did not involve T'Pol. Hadn't there? But what?

»Why the hell do I talk to myself?«

 

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T'Pol had had no idea how complex engaging in a sexual relationship was for humans. Frankly, she was baffled the species had even managed to survive with such an illogical behavior for reproduction. When a Vulcan male was in blood fever, he couldn't care less what kind of underwear his mate wore! And why should anyone? It didn't make any sense.

She breathed deeply and slowly to calm her thoughts. She needed order and logic, if she were to engage in sexual intercourse with Commander Tucker successfully. This matter was too delicate to allow for accidents to happen!

The truth had been branded into her hand, she wore the evidence in her left palm: They belonged together. She wanted to be intimate with him. She was incomplete when they were separated. It had been wonderful to feel the intimacy ...

Should she indulge the memory of the kiss one more time?

»No.« she decided. It was a waste of time. It would be much more logical to work on increasing the chances of being kissed again. She had become far too undisciplined already. She would draw the line here!

She would compose herself and focus. Right after this one last time ...

 

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He looked at the calligraphy on his hand and wished everything would be as clear as the rendering of their names. It was perfectly obvious: They belonged together.

He had the truth branded into his palm, for crying out loud!

»Alright, Tucker. Focus!«

He decided to approach the problem logically. The facts were: He was attracted to her. Very attracted. Well, madly in love would probably describe it best. What else? He knew she felt similarly for him, but he could not be certain what her emotions meant. Were she a human woman, everything would be perfectly clear. But she was not. If he wanted to make sure that their relationship would last, he needed to understand her better.

»Wait! What did I just think?«

 

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T'Pol was furious because of her weakness. She had no idea how long she had daydreamed, but the simple fact that she had no idea told her it had been long.

She was a mess in this state! She needed something to happen soon. Now that she had discovered these emotions for Charles, she needed to share them, they were too much for her! She needed intimacy!

Why of all things had this to be so difficult?

She knew he was attracted to her. She knew he was aroused by her presence. So where was the problem? She was far stronger than he was, there was a perfectly obvious and logical solution how to engage in sexual intercourse. She was certain he would not resist long.

But no! According to highly specialized literature, it wouldn't work that way, because crucial for the success of the procedure was his erection. And if human males felt pressured, they wouldn't get one, and then all efforts had been for naught.

It was really unbelievable this species had survived.

Apparently, there was more to the whole concept than just the act of copulation. And apparently, the situation was so complex that humans didn't fully understand it themselves. So how was she supposed to know what to do?

T'Pol was seriously annoyed.

According to the studies conducted by the magazines, human males would grant emotional intimacy in return for sexual intimacy. After they had intercourse, they would care for the female's emotions. Whereas without sexual intercourse, they only cared about sexual intercourse.

It didn't make any sense at all.

It didn't even match the facts! Even though Charles was sexually aroused by her, he had never acted on it. But he clearly cared for her emotionally nonetheless. On the other hand, he had chosen several other females for sexual intimacy, but those encounters hadn't carried an emotional attachment!

It just didn't make ANY SENSE.

The point was, she needed his presence. And she needed to stop worrying about his presence. She needed be sure she could rely on it. She needed to solidify their relationship. It had to be permanent. And the key to it all was sexual intimacy!

In one swift, graceful motion, she reached for an item on her desk, and on the way, her fingers pulled the knot open inconspicuously.

 

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He would not screw this up. He would not let this woman slip through his fingers. He would certainly not repeat any of the stupid mistakes he had made in the past! T'Pol was far too valuable to him to do anything foolish.

The future of their relationship was nothing he could decide on his own, it was a decision they could only make together. So instead of speaking to himself, he should speak to her.

It was only logical.

 

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T'Pol knew it was Charles the moment she heard the door chime. She forced her thoughts into order, walked over to the door, opened it, and greeted him.

»Good evening, ...«

How should she address him? This could NOT be happening - how should she address him? Commander sounded counter-productively formal, but by calling him Charles out loud, she might pressure him! This was a nightmare.

»Are you all right, T'Pol?«

Good. He called her T'Pol. It was settled then.

»I am fine, Charles. I was just in thoughts. Please, come in.«

The moment he crossed her doorstep, T'Pol felt soothed. And when the doors had closed, when they were alone in her room, she knew all would be good. It was ridiculous how she had wasted her time. She would simply speak with him. There was absolutely no need to be concerned.

She fetched two cushions and laid them down on the floor for them to sit. Should she lighten the candles? Would that pressure him?

»Do you mind if I lighten the candles, Charles?«

He laughed in response: »Why should I mind?«

Right. Why should he? T'Pol realized, it had been a mistake to read those magazines.

 

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When T'Pol had finally stopped fidgeting and had sat down opposite of him, Trip was concerned. Something was wrong.

»What's the matter, T'Pol? You seem to be preoccupied.«

»I am confused.«

»About what?«

»I have been reading about your species' habits and customs. I thought, you would appreciate it, if I knew more about your heritage. But none of it makes any sense.«

»What have been reading about?«

»About interpersonal relationships.«

»Right.« Oh Boy. »I guess, this subject can be confusing.«

»It is completely illogical, Charles! Most magazines contradict themselves several times within the same article.«

»T'Pol, I hope don't mean the magazines some of the other women on board read?«

»Elle, Cosmopolitan, En Vogue

»Oh shit! T'Pol, I hope you didn't believe a word of that!«

»I neither believe nor disbelieve it, Charles. It doesn't make any sense.«

»You are right. It doesn't. These magazines are meant for entertainment, T'Pol. They do not contain accurate information.«

»They do not?«

»No.«

»That is not what the text indicates.«

»They simply make stuff up, and then they use vague phrases to claim it would be fact - phrases like recently conducted scientific studies have shown, or a well-accepted truth among specialists is, and so on. They write it so that it sounds true, but it's all just crap.«

»The advice they publish is not based on facts?«

»No.«

»Human males do not generally appreciate females in their undergarments?«

»Well ...«

»Then why are there so many pictures about it the ship's database?«

»Well ... the thing about underwear might be one of the rare truths they publish.«

»This doesn't make any sense at all, Charles.«

»Look, I know this must be difficult to accept, but there is no way to understand how relationships work. There are so many different factors, it is impossible to consider them all.«

»It begins with the term relationship, Charles. What exactly is it? How does a sexual relationship differ emotionally from a platonic one? How do these kind of relationships relate to marriage? Can friends have sexual intercourse? Can marriage exist without sexual intercourse? And why is none of it a real commitment? Why do engaged couples break up after years of living together? Where is the difference between sexual intimacy and emotional intimacy? And how do all these concepts relate to love?«

»T'Pol, don't be upset-«

»But it does upset me, Charles. I have read hundreds of articles, and I don't understand anything of it.«

»That should not upset you. Trust me, nobody understands any of it. Not a single one of the questions you have asked does have a logical answer.«

»How should that not upset me?«

»Just forget it all, T'Pol. You are not worried about inter-human relationships, you are worried about a particular Human-Vulcan relationship. None of the things you have read applies to us.«

»I am not worried.«

»Of course not.«

»FINE! I am worried. Out of the sudden, everything I try to understand is beyond the realm of logic. Nothing makes sense. How am I supposed to react in such a situation?«

»Stay calm.«

»This is easy for you to say, Charles! You have spent your whole life experiencing emotions, friendships, and romantic relationships - but I have not!«

Trip was seriously scared: T'Pol was acting irrational!

»You are scared that your emotions will make you irrational, T'Pol.«

»Yes.«

»But you said, my presence soothed you?«

»It does.«

»Then why are you upset? I am here.«

»What upsets me is the prospect of the time when you are not here, Charles. These emotions are almost impossible to control, I simply NEED to share them, there is no other way. I need you to care for me, Charles!«

Trip looked at her in wonder. T'Pol had no idea, but she had just told him I love you. Her words moved him to tears.

»I do care for you, T'Pol. And I will continue to, I promise.«

 

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T'Pol looked at him in wonder. He had spoken these simple words, and a flood of emotions had come along with them. Suddenly, she felt so different! How was this possible?

She had missed him so much!

 

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A hurricane of emotions blustered in his mind. Trip knew instinctively, that his world had been awfully close to falling apart. He was shocked, afraid, relieved, and happy at once. He had no idea how to feel. All he knew was, that he wanted to hold T'Pol in his arms. Right now!

He reached for her the same moment she reached for him, they threw themselves in each other's arms simultaneously, and they caught each other, held on to each other, and for the longest time, everything else but them ceased to exist.

 

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He hadn't even noticed his tears until they had separated and he had seen hers. He was completely overwhelmed. He had been in love before, but this felt so different. T'Pol was so different! When Natalie had spoken the words I love you, she had certainly meant it. But T'Pol said I need you to care for me, and somehow the statement was much more profound. She had said so much more by it -- and she hadn't even known what she had said!

Her utterly revealing honesty overwhelmed him. Her trust in him overwhelmed him. Her mere presence was overwhelming.

It was simply too much. He couldn't deal with this alone. He needed to share!

»I feel powerfully drawn to you, T'Pol. You may have daydreamed a few minutes, but I have spent the entire day dreaming about you. I don't know anything to do when you are not there. I feel incomplete without you, T'Pol.«

»I feel like you do.«

»I cannot lose you, T'Pol! It's just not possible. I wouldn't know what to do.«

»You need me to care for you, Charles.«

»Yes.«

»I will care for you. I promise.«

 

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T'Pol was mesmerized. She could not tear her focus away from him. She longed for him, she was overflowing with affection. She needed to show it to him! She needed to express her affection, it was simply too much. She needed intimacy!

She leaned in and carefully brushed her lips over his with closed eyes.

 

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Her touch shook him to the core. He was unable to move ... All he could do was to close his eyes and lose himself in her touch.

She placed soft kisses on his face. She kissed him between the eyes, then let her lips linger there while she leaned in more and drew the tip of her nose over his brow. She pressed her brow against his and remained for a moment. Her touch was hot and sensual, and her breath made his skin tickle with anticipation. Again she kissed his face, she left a trail of affection from his brow down towards the lips. She kissed his lips as if she were kissing a thousand-year-old porcelain artefact, he could barely feel her lips so gentle was she.

Only after several moments did he realize that she was gone. He searched for her and finally opened his eyes to find her watching him. They knelt in front of each other only centimeters away. The ribbon holding her robe together had come open, and the sight caught his attention immediately. He could not believe his eyes. He shot T'Pol a look, as if to confirm that he was not dreaming, but she simply slid towards him and pressed herself against him. She embraced him, kissed his face one more time, and then she leaned back on her elbows and arched her back, all the while looking at him with longing in her eyes.

He carefully reached for her stomach, moved his fingers under the sides of the robe, and pulled them aside slowly. He felt, as if he was pulling open a curtain to reveal a masterpiece of art behind it. But no Mona Lisa had ever looked as beautiful as T'Pol did. He blinked several times, but the sight did not go away. T'Pol wore a lacy white bra, matching white panties, and white stockings, which were attached to a white garter belt. The image blew his mind away.

Thoroughly confused he reached for her stomach again. He slowly drew the back of his fingertips over her stomach upwards to her chest. Then he touched both of her hips with his fingertips and slid his hands upwards on the sides of her body. He felt her overwhelming warmth, he marveled at how soft she was, how wonderful it felt to touch her.

He watched her chest heave and fall when she breathed. He followed the arteries on her neck when she turned her head, he looked at the subtle play of her muscles when she moved. He touched her long, slender thighs, he was mesmerized by the way the bands connecting her stockings to the garter belt flexed and contracted when she moved her hips. He had no words to describe how beautiful she was.

T'Pol's mouth met his halfway when he leaned in to kiss her, and every touch of their tongues inflamed his body with lust and desire.

 

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T'Pol felt his lust and marveled at the powerful emotion, she was inflamed by his desire, she was drawn to him. She longed for intimacy, she longed for his touch. When he broke the kiss and fell back on his knees, she gasped at the sudden sense of loss.

But she could smell his arousal, she could see the feverish expression of his eyes. He longed for her as well! She knew he would not reject her.

She noticed that he was studying her body again. His hand reached for her right breast and his fingers gently caressed her through the material of the cloth. His touch was electrifying.

All she wanted was to be close to him.

»You are gorgeous, T'Pol.«

»I am pleased you appreciate the garments, Charles. I was uncertain which style to choose.«

»I couldn't imagine anything more sexy than what you are wearing, T'Pol. You are simply beautiful.«

He leaned in to her and brought his mouth close to her right ear, before he whispered his question in a mischievous tone of voice.

»What made you choose this ensemble, T'Pol? Why did you pick white?«

»The color symbolizes virginity in your culture, Charles. I thought it was fitting.«

»You are a virgin?«

»Yes.«

T'Pol knew immediately she had done something wrong. The emotions changed, they were replaced by conflict. And now she felt conflict too! What was happening? He was supposed to be aroused by this! She could not believe that her lack of experience would constitute a problem?

She watched his hands move and realized with shock, that he pulled her robe back in place to cover her body. Then he sat back on his knees and looked at her with an expression she could not read. He felt emotions she could not understand. What had happened?

»Have I pressured you, Charles?«

»No, T'Pol. It's just ...«

He didn't go on, he just looked at her. His desire was gone, all he felt was conflict. T'Pol could not believe it. He had rejected her!

 

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How could he possibly explain this to her?

»Listen, T'Pol. You don't have to do this.«

»Of course I don't have to, Charles. But I want to! And I cannot understand why you refuse to acknowledge this aspect of our relationship! It doesn't make any sense, Charles. I can smell your arousal.«

»Don't get me wrong, T'Pol, I want to have sex. But I am not convinced it is what you really want.«

»Why else would I wear these illogical garments, Charles?«

»Because you believe this is what I expect from you. But it is not.«

»Obviously not.«

»You misunderstand, T'Pol. It would be wrong. You are overwhelmed with emotions. This is the first time you ever experience anything like this. You are confused. You said it yourself.«

»I am confused, Charles. You promised to care for me, and a second later you reject me when I need you? How is this possible?«

»The reason why I don't want to sleep with you right now is because I do care for you, T'Pol. This is not what you want! You don't need sex ... you need intimacy.«

He could see it clearly, T'Pol did not understand it. She was irrational, she was badly hurt. And Trip was devastated by his helplessness to explain the difference to her. His world began to fall apart. He had promised to care for her, and she thought he did not. What could he possibly do?

 

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T'Pol looked at the man who had promised to care for her. She was in trance. Her consciousness had just stopped working, there was too much distress to handle. She simply couldn't do it.

She realized he had moved closer. She realized he knelt right before her and spoke to her. But she couldn't hear a word. Nothing made any sense. And right now, she was convinced it never would.

Her eyes followed the movement of his right hand. He moved in slow-motion. He reached for her hand. He took her hand, and moved and turned it around, so that their palms would rest towards each other.

It felt wrong.

It itched.

He leaned in closer and rested his brow against hers. He remained like this for an eternity. She noticed that he had his eyes pressed shut. She noticed there were tears running down his face. He looked very sad. He had to feel a lot of pain to cry like this. This was all wrong.

She felt another itch in her palm, and the irritation caused her to shift her hand just a fraction of an inch. And then their fingers interlocked with force.

She heard his voice in her mind, he yelled out for her with so much sorrow and despair that the sound of his voice alone shocked her consciousness out of its lethargy. She looked, but she couldn't believe what she saw. There he was! Right before her! What was she waiting for?? She released all the emotions she had kept bottled up because she had been afraid of them. She flooded his mind with them, she gave him her anger, her disappointment, and her angst - she gave him everything. She gave up all control.

Then there were no more boundaries between them. There were no more lies between them. There was no more holding back between them. They shared true intimacy.

 

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Trip awoke into a world that was all right. Even before he had opened his eyes, he already had the image of T'Pol lying in his arms in his mind. It was the first thought he had. The image didn't change when he opened his eyes. And all was right with the world.

He stroked her face with soft touches, careful not to wake her up. Then he was overcome with longing and he just had to kiss her face two, three ... several dozen times. He could just not believe he had woken up with this woman in his arms! She was the most beautiful, innocent, sweet, and adorable angel you could possibly find clad in lacy sexy underwear. It was mind-boggling.

He was overwhelmed by the intimacy they had shared. They had seen each other so honestly, so wholeheartedly naked, there was simply nothing that could ever scare him again. As long as T'Pol cared for him, he needed nothing else. As long as T'Pol cared for him, he was invincible! And to prove his point, he raised his left fist into the air in one swift motion, he shook his fist threateningly at anyone who might doubt his words, and then he declared it for all the world to hear, he whispered the words softly into the room, careful not to disturb T'Pol.

»I am invincible!«

He longed to let out an evil laugh. But that would be too loud. Better not.

So he kissed her face another dozen times instead. It was just as well. He pulled her closer, kissed her face one last time, and then he rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He fell asleep smiling. There was something to be said for holding hands with the woman you love.

 

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»Charles, you will have to let go of my hand. I need to dress.«

»Why is this necessary, T'Pol? You look wonderful.«

»I doubt the Captain would approve, if I showed up for duty in these garments.«

»We could resign our commissions, T'Pol. They could drop us off at some remote, isolated planet with deserts and beaches. Just the two of us.«

»What would we do the whole time, Charles? How would we live? I don't think that's a good idea.«

»I know something that could keep us occupied for the first two, or three years.«

He tightened his arms around her, pulled her closer to him, and kissed her passionately. Then he looked at her with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

T'Pol's tiny nostrils flared as she took in his scent. Then she shook her head no vigorously.

»You are confused, Charles.«

»I am not confused at all.«

»You are emotionally overwhelmed, Charles. It would be wrong.«

»You are right, T'Pol, I am overwhelmed with desire for you.«

»Clearly these garments are to blame, Charles. I should never have worn them. I apologize.«

»No! You misunder-«

»I had no idea how much they affect your control. This was very irresponsible of me. I promise never do to that again, Charles.«

»T'Pol! Why are you tormenting me on a morning like this? You are mean.«

»I do it because I care for you, Charles.«

»There is no threat for my control, T'Pol. Trust me. The underwear is no problem. There is no need to blame it.«

»This kind of underwear does not threaten your control?«

»No.«

»You are right! I must have misjudged ...«

»Right.«

»This is good news, Charles. I wanted to wear the garments more often anyway. I grew fond of them. But I thought, it would disturb you if you saw me in my underwear while we're alone all the time.«

Trip beamed at her with happiness.

»This is going to be no problem at all, T'Pol.«

»Wonderful. I mean, since we have decided not to be sexually intimate, I had assumed this would be taxing for you. But if it is not ...«

»What are you talking about?«

»Consider the symbolism, Charles! I will wear provocative undergarments to show my appreciation for you, and you will control your urges to show your appreciation for me. This is beautiful.«

»Fine, T'Pol! I surrender. What do you want?«

»Let go of my hand so that I can dress.«

»I am not holding you.«

»Your fingers apply considerable pressure to the back of my hand, Charles.«

»So do yours to mine.«

»This is beside the point, Charles. You are holding me.«

»I will let go if you let go first.«

»I could order you.«

»You are out of uniform.«

»Why should I let go first?«

»There is no alternative, T'Pol. Because I won't.«

»We could both let go at the same time.«

»Okay. We will do it on three. One ... Two ...«

»Charles! I can read your thoughts. It is pointless to try and cheat.«

»I was just checking whether you pay attention.«

»I do.«

»Good. On three then.«

»I will count. One ... Two ... Three!«

»Nice try, T'Pol.«

 

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»Listen, T'Pol. Before we go out there, we should agree on what we tell the others.«

»About what?«

»About us.«

»The truth.«

»And what would that be?«

»When someone asks you, Charles, you simply tell him that you have chosen me as your companion, that you desire me, that you don't know how to go on without me, and that you wear my name burnt into your palm with my blood.«

»This is what I should say?«

»It is the truth.«

»Right. And I suppose you are going to answer the same thing?«

»I would say: I care for Commander Tucker.«

»That is a lot shorter.«

»It is the truth.«

»You wouldn't say anything about how you wouldn't know how to go on without me?«

»Be serious, Charles. You know how disciplined I am. I would find a way.«

»Perhaps you are right.«

»What are you talking about?«

»I have become far too dependent on you, T'Pol. I will need time to think about my emotions. I need space.«

»Space?«

»We shouldn't see each other for a couple of days. I really need some time for myself.«

»FINE! What do you want?«

»We both are going to say the same thing, T'Pol. Word for word.«

»We could tell them, we are together.«

»That sounds wonderful, T'Pol.«

»It is settled then. And now, Charles, on three. One ... Two ...«

 

TO BE CONTINUED in "Revealed Minds"

 


Comments:

aadarshinah

Vulcan tattoos... an idea for the ages.

Alelou

I laughed out loud during that last scene when I got to this:

»You wouldn't say anything about how you wouldn't know how to go on without me?«

»Be serious, Charles. You know how disciplined I am. I would find a way.«

:p LOL. I've read it before, but I'd forgotten a lot.  I really enjoy this series.

panyasan

:):) A story about cultural difference and miscommunications, laced with humour and tenderness. I got a big smile on my face.

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