Equilateral

T'Pol was waiting at the top of the stairs as Jonathan, Trip, and Hoshi climbed out of the shuttlepod. She had been working in engineering for nearly twenty-four hours, and her appearance reflected this. However, she knew her lovers had seen her in worse disarray.

Without preamble, she informed Archer that Enterprise had set out on the course and speed he'd ordered as soon as the shuttle had arrived. She had no reason to bring him this information personally, a fact that Ensign Sato was well aware of as she smiled, glancing back and forth from her to Trip.

Hoshi’s awareness of her relationship with Trip did not bother T’Pol, and she felt compelled to speak both Jonathan and Trip immediately due to the nature of the dreams she had had while they were away. She was still very inexperienced at dreaming, and she suspected that her vision was somehow connected to her lovers. Also, given what she'd apparently seen in Trip's mind on the moon's surface, she needed to know if she likewise shared this kind of connection with Jonathan. In the unlikely event the answer was yes, the situation, while unprecedented, would be extremely gratifying.

And if the answer was no...

“Thanks, Commander,” Archer said warmly, adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder.

T'Pol centered herself, redirecting her attention. It wasn't logical to worry about that which she could not control. She would face it at the appropriate time, when she had all the relevant facts.

“It's good to be home.” Jonathan's eyes sparkled as he took in the sight of her.

“Sure is,” Trip answered, clearing the last step to stand beside Archer. “I thought we'd never get back.”

T'Pol stiffened, tipping her head almost imperceptibly as she eyed them critically. There were vague alterations in their body language. She stepped closer, gently inhaling. Their scents...

After brief consideration, her brow shot up, the only betrayal of her astonishment. She recovered quickly, relaxing into satisfaction and acceptance. “I see you journey was...productive.”

T'Pol saw Hoshi glance from her to Trip. Trip's tongue press into the inside of his cheek as he looked away bashfully before wiping a bit of smudge of her cheek with his thumb.

“Looks to me like you’ve been productive yourself,” he said.

Hoshi's smile widened. She didn't seem to notice Archer's self-conscious blush. “It's been a long ride,” she said, trying to diplomatically excuse herself. “I think I'm going to hit the mess for a snack before turning in for the night.” She turned to Archer. “Care to join me, Captain?”

Jonathan's blush deepened, and he absently reached a hand up and fixed a stray wisp of T’Pol’s hair. “Thanks, Ensign, but I think I'll catch up with you later.”

“Oh...” Hoshi's brow furrowed, her puzzled gaze shifting between the three of them.

T'Pol noted that Jonathan's gaze never left her own, while Trip was looking anywhere but at Hoshi, amused discomfort overtaking his features. If T'Pol was not mistaken, he was trying not to laugh.

Hoshi's eyes widened suddenly as her cheeks reddened. “Oh. Good night, then, Captain...Commanders...” As she stifled a smile, she made a hasty exit.

Once the ensign was gone, T'Pol stepped closer, lowering her voice. “When did you begin having sexual relations in my absence?”

“She just cuts right to the chase, doesn't she?” Trip muttered, self-consciously fidgeting with his ear.

Jonathan's jaw dropped. “How...?”

She drew them in closer, unable to resist their combined scent. Closing her eyes, she inhaled, savoring. “I haven't taken my nasal suppressant for some time.”

“Of course,” Jonathan said wryly.

T'Pol's scientific curiosity took over as they moved toward the turbolift. This was indeed an interesting development. While she was aware of a certain amount of repressed attraction between the two men, she had estimated it would take much longer than this for them to act upon it without her presence to facilitate matters. “Fascinating. I assume your first encounter was on the space station...”

Archer cleared his throat and laughed uncomfortably. Trip raised his hands defensively.

T'Pol stopped walking, an unfortunate realization occurring to her. “Are you ashamed of...?”

Trip and Jonathan stopped, turning to face her. “No, no,” Jon said hastily. “Nothing like that.”

“It's just that some things...between guys...” Trip shrugged helplessly at Jon, desperately searching for the right words as they began walking again.

Jonathan smirked. “Well, it can get kind of...”

“Weird,” Trip finally finished as they stepped into the turbolift. “Darlin', I know you want the kiss-and-tell, but we just got home.”

The doors swished shut. Both men pulled her into an embrace, three foreheads pressed together.

T'Pol felt Jonathan's hand run down her back, finally resting on her posterior with a light squeeze. “Don't worry. We'll be sure to fill you in on all the details...” he said softly.

Trip's hand slid into her hair. “...later,” he added.

T'Pol's breath quickened as they drew closer, each man capturing one side of her mouth. She opened to them, allowing herself to be nipped and caressed by two at once. She closed her eyes.

It was tempting to let go, let them take her over in the moment, but as the lift slowed, they pulled away from each other a respectable distance before the doors opened, lest there was someone in the corridor. Soon, they found themselves at Jon’s door. As Jonathan keyed in his code T'Pol looked from one man to the other. “If you would prefer to be alone...”

The door slid open. Trip grabbed her hand, pulling her in behind Jon. “Get in here,” he drawled playfully.

The cabin was dim, lit only by a small reading light and the stars out the window. The air was cool, and T'Pol inhaled. The stewards had cleaned the room well while the Captain was away and there was no trace of Porthos’s smell, only the familiar cleaning antiseptic.

She intended to ask further about their encounter on the station, and words nearly reached her lips but one of her loves covered her her mouth with his before she could speak. She immediately recognized Jon's taste, and she felt Trip's familiar hand on her posterior.


She looked around to find herself in a dark and dingy nightclub of sorts. Neon signs advertising various alcoholic beverages and “GIRLS” adorned the walls. A stage with three poles dominated the room, and a short catwalk that extended into the sea of small tables that dotted the club floor. Scantily clad women twirled from the poles, and T'Pol arched her brow at the one on the catwalk as she removed the top half of a lacy undergarment that seemed to serve no protective or supportive function.

Bemused, she noted her hair now reached below her shoulders. She looked down to find herself in stiletto heels and a revealing, silky slip dress that barely covered her posterior. T'Pol suspected she'd discover similarly flimsy undergarments beneath.


T'Pol's heart quickened as Jonathan's hands smoothed over her body, stopping at her zipper. There was a hesitation. Through Jonathan's lips, she could feel the slight shake of his head.

Breaking the kiss, she shifted her gaze from Jonathan to Trip, who grinned mischievously. With quiet amusement, they backed away from her slightly.  She understood. She would undress herself. They would watch.


She quickly spotted those she sought among a larger group of men, dressed in civilian attire at a table at the end of the catwalk. It appeared to be some sort of celebration, though neither of her targets were the guest of honor. All but the two of them were focused on the dancer before them; Trip and Jonathan could only look at her.

T'Pol sauntered up to them, their eyes never leaving her. She reached, grabbed each one by loosened neckties and gently led them to a side room. Partitions separated booths of two cushioned seats, each facing each other. Releasing them, she motioned for the men to sit.


Although her Vulcan sight didn't serve her well in the low light, she could make out amusement in both men's eyes.

"Baby, as great as you look in those skintight Vulcan uniforms of yours, they are a pain in the ass to get you out of," said Trip.

She furrowed her brow slightly at this, glancing at her backside.

"Your removal of my uniform has never caused me undue pain," she replied.

Then, the human colloquialism dawned on her, and she blushed. She had heard Trip use that expression before.

". . .but if you are concerned, I shall instead wear loose fitting Vulcan robes ."

Both men put their hands up in mock protest.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander,” said John.

"Then what is necessary, Jonathan?"

"I think you need to strip out of that uniform," he said, gesturing at her clothes.

She reached up and pulled her front zipper the rest of the way down. After that, she deftly wiggled out of the top of her catsuit, tossing it aside.

She leaned down and removed each of her boots, setting them aside as well.


She explained the rules. Pay first. Fifteen minutes. No touching. Hands down at their sides, on gripping the bars below heir seats at all times.

They settled in. T'Pol took a position between them, undulating and writhing to the pulsing music. She carefully watched their reactions as she rotated her hips and shoulders only millimeters from their laps and faces. Facing Jonathan, she could see his arms tense as he gripped his hand rails tighter. Her dress was gone with a slow, fluid motion, revealing a sheer black bra and thong. As chilly air met exposed skin, she straddled his legs, grinding dangerously close to the arousal pressing up against his pants, leaving Trip to watch the bare curve of her swaying backside.

.After a moment, she turned her attention to Trip, repeating the movements she'd performed for Jonathan. He smiled as her barely-covered breasts narrowly missed brushing up against him, her precise movements calculated to come dangerously close to making contact, teasing him into new heights of excruciating pleasure.


The images in her head were. . .peculiar. A puzzling human ritual she didn't understand. . .but she nevertheless pushed down her pants very slowly, acutely aware of Jonathan's gaze.

She was about to remove her top, but she stopped when her hands found the hem. She instead stepped toward Jonathan and pushed him back so he was seated on the bed.

She cast a glance at Trip, who was smiling but also looked puzzled. She turned back to Jon and began mimicking the ritual from Jonathan's vision.

After time had passed, T'Pol finally pulled her gray tank over her head to reveal her nude breasts. She sensed this was a key part of the ritual.

After tossing aside the garment, T'Pol began to slowly and deliberately undulate her body. The slowness of the moments felt strange, but Jonathan appeared almost hypnotized. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Trip pull up a chair behind her. As in Jonathan's vision, he would be behind her and she would perform for both of them.


Both men caught their breath as she pivoted, arched her back, and unhooked her bra. A low moan escaped from Jonathan. Trip swallowed hard. With a flourish she freed herself from it, and began teasing them by dragging it across their bodies or sliding it behind their necks to bring their heads closer to her bare breasts as she continued to sway and grind. She could sense that both were having an exceedingly harder time resisting the urge to touch her. The hunger in each man's eyes was unmistakable, even to one less experienced with others' emotions.


She knew Jonathan ached to touch her body, but some kind of protocol held him back. Touching her as she did this was forbidden to them.

She moved very close to Jonathan but was careful not to even brush his body. She also glanced over her shoulder and noticed Trip's eyes were trained on her posterior and its slow movements.

She continued for a few moments longer before stepping back from Jonathan. She turned gracefully around so that Trip had a full view of her nude breasts and Jonathan’s gaze could fall on her back and buttocks.

She leaned over and put her hands on either side of Trip’s chair, still careful not to make contact with his body. The chair supported her weight so she could deepen her pose further toward Trip and back toward Jonathan.

She moved her head lower, reveling in the scent of Trip’s body and the sight of his arousal through his pants. She wanted to reach out and touch him - and Jonathan - relieve their tension. But instinctively she understood they needed and wanted the deprivation. The notion was exhilarating.


Tossing her hair behind her shoulders, T'Pol straightened, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. She locked her gaze with each for a moment, turning finally to face Trip. With painful precision, she began sliding the thong down past her hips, gradually folding herself in half as she pushed them toward her knees and beyond until the triangle of transparent fabric and elastic were draped around her ankles, giving Jonathan a prolonged and unobstructed view of the most intimate parts of her body.

Slowly she straightened, pushing hands through her hair, watching as Trip smiled slightly, his eyes meandering lovingly over her. With a coquettish look over her shoulder, she saw Jonathan doing the same as she stepped carefully out of her discarded panties.

Their fifteen minutes were up. She had no intention of stopping.


She stepped back from Trip and positioned herself between her two lovers. Her hands crept up to the hem of her shorts and she began to pull them off her body and down her legs. As she did so she leaned forward so that Jonathan would have a full view of her newly revealed backside.

She kicked the grey shorts to the side and stood up tall. She looked over her shoulder to see Jon grinning at her.

T'Pol  looked over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow at Jon. This game was . . .intriguing. It had possibilities.

T'Pol thought Trip was about to kiss her.

But instead, he reached around and smacked her lightly on the behind. He grinned at what must have been the obvious surprise on her face.

"Jon," he said, "It's getting a little dirty in here. I think it's time we clean up our act."

Trip headed toward the shower and turned on the water. As he did so, Jonathan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed he shoulder.

"Best welcome home ever," he said.

T'Pol heard the amusement in his voice. Moments earlier, he had been suffering intense sexual deprivation and now he was happy. She again doubted she'd ever completely understand her human mates, but as long as they seemed content, perhaps she didn't need to.

Meanwhile, Trip had begun to strip off his own uniform. Clearly, he did not intend for her to shower alone. She felt her heart beat faster in her side at the sight of Trip’s revealed body and the feel of Jonathan's lips on her skin. She had missed them.

T'Pol stepped carefully toward the shower. By the time she reached Trip, he was naked. She turned around to face Jonathan and her hands found the zipper of his uniform. She began to help him out of it, but eventually he grew impatient and pushed her underneath the warm water.

The water soothed her skin, but the grime from engineering that covered her body required more than water to be removed.

Trip pumped some soap in his hand and stepped under the water with her. Soon, his hands were creating a lather all over her. Jon had soon removed the rest of his uniform and joined them in the shower, helping Trip cleanse her body. Their hands caressed and rubbed her all over. T'Pol inhaled the scent of the soap and closed her eyes, hoping she would be able to stay on her feet. But both her lovers seemed to sense her instability and made certain she remained standing.

Finally, the men began to rinse her body and their own bodies of the soap. Trip turned her to face Jonathan and soon his mouth was covering hers and his tongue exploring her mouth. Trip's lips peppered kisses on her neck and shoulders.

Trips fingers slipped between her thighs and began to pleasure her. She moaned into Jon's mouth.

Jonathan's hands fluttered their way up her back as Trip continued his kisses. Jon gently but insistently pushed on her shoulders. He looked down at his own arousal and smiled at her.

T'Pol craned her neck back and briefly kissed Trip before moving down onto her knees. The water sprayed her back and the tile was cool against her knees. She grasped Jon's erection, moving her hand up and down for a moment before taking him into her mouth.

She sucked and licked, intent on giving Jonathan the most intense pleasure she could, but she was distracted by Trip, who had gotten on his knees and was caressing her clitoris from behind.

She inhaled a sharp breath around Jonathan and proceeded to use all her powers of concentration to help her continue to pleasure Jon while Trip pleasured her. First, Trip spent time inserting his fingers in her body, and when she was all wet and quivering there, he removed his fingers and entered her body.

She heard Jon moan and he leaned back against the tile.

T'Pol reached up and used her hand to help Jon reach his climax. She felt his scrotum tighten and his semen soon spurted into her mouth.

As she swallowed, she let go of Jonathan. His pleasure had become her own and she climaxed around Trip without any help from him. He must have felt it because he groaned with pleasure and thrust swiftly into her body. T’Pol grasped the back of Jon’s legs and pressed her forehead on his knees.

She felt Trip shudder, moan and collapse against her. She slid to the floor and a panting Trip put his arms around her. Jon joined them both, and they were a mass of limbs still under the cleansing spray of the water.

T'Pol stayed huddled between them, shivering not from the cold but from the aftershocks of pleasure still quaking through her body. She felt secure with their arms and legs tangled around her, the kisses and caresses playing on her skin bringing her to a place of contentment she had not previously believed possible. T'Pol let out a blissful sigh, her body totally relaxed into her lovers' arms.

First Trip's mouth found hers, then Jonathan's, and the three of them exchanged an unhurried kiss, tender and affectionate, but not lacking in passion. The warm water was still beating down on all three of them, T'Pol barely noticing that her hair and body were soaking wet.

Dimly aware that Jonathan was moving, she was only conscious of a distant stab of disappointment as he shut the water off, its rhythmic patter on her back having been another constant. With the water no longer heating her body, she shivered, from the cold this time.

Jonathan stood slowly, holding out his hands to her as he straightened.  She looked up, taking them in her own more out of instinct than comprehension. She felt Trip's hands on either side of her hips, steadying her as Jonathan pulled her up.

Her knees felt weak, and she feared they would not support her weight, but soon she was in Jonathan's arms, with Trip's hands still supporting her. She put her arms around Jonathan's neck and let herself collapse into him. Trip let go for just a moment, and she soon felt one of Jonathan’s big towels against her skin.

As he toweled her off, Trip peppered kisses along her body. Meanwhile, Jonathan pulled her closer to his body so he could fully support her. Her knees did buckle, but she did not fall but simply became further enveloped by Jonathan’s embrace.

Quite suddenly Jonathan scooped her into his arms, supporting the back of her legs with one hand and her neck with the other. He carried her to the bed, laying her gently down.

She felt dizzy and sleepy, and so she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of four hands caressing her body. On one side of her, she felt Jonathan’s lips on her breast and then lower, while Trip kissed her neck and and ear.

Soon Trip’s mouth found hers, gently slipping his tongue inside. As Trip kissed her, Jonathan spread her legs. Her heart began to beat faster as she felt his cool breath between her legs. She gasped into Trip’s mouth as she felt Jonathan’s tongue pressing against her clitoris and two of his fingers slip inside her.

Trip continued to kiss her, but his hands found her shoulders and gripped them firmly to prevent her from moving away from his kiss. Jonathan's free hand had grip on her thigh to keep her from writhing against his ministrations. They were forcing her to endure the double stimulation.

Knowing there was no escape, she relaxed as the pressure in her body began to build. It wouldn’t be long before she climaxed again, that she knew.

But just as she was about to go over the edge, Jonathan stopped. He lifted his head and carefully pulled his fingers from her body.

In involuntary moan of disappointment escaped her mouth, and she opened her eyes. Jonathan was crawling up her body as Trip placed a kiss on her cheek. Both wore expressions of mischief, and clearly were working in concert with one another. She sighed and closed her eyes again, realizing that Jon was going to allow Trip to bring her to climax.

Jon began caressing her face with his hands, and she put her head on his shoulder. Trip soon began to use his tongue on her, and she gasped with pleasure. She needed release.

But just as it was about to happen, Trip pulled back and began to crawl up her body. She moaned in frustration, and he moved her own hand between her legs but Trip’s iron grip prevented her from touching herself.

Trip laughed and shared a look with Jon. She realized they were playing at some sort of deprivation game with her.

“What do you want, T’Pol?” whispered Jon in her ear.

She flushed green.

“You can ask us for anything, baby,” said Trip, “but you’ve gotta tell us.”

Her heart beat even faster and she trembled. She inhaled a deep, slow breath - taking in the cool air of the cabin and the scents of both her lovers. They wished her to speak her desires aloud - something they knew went against her nature.

But so much of what had happened between them went against her nature. She could do this.

“I wish . . .I wish to reach orgasm,” she said, looking first at Jon and then at Trip.

“See,” said Jonathan, “That wasn’t so hard.”

“I think we can help you out,” said Trip, “but just how to you want us to make you come darlin?”

A pang of irritation shot through her mind. This game could easily cease being pleasurable.

"Just finish me," she hissed desperately, closing her eyes.  "I don't care how."

By the time she stopped speaking, Trip’s big fingers had already slipped between her legs. Soon, Jonathan’s hand joined in, and her climax came swift and hard. Her ears rang and her vision darkened as she cried out. In the distance, she could hear the men’s soft, joyous laughter and feel their loving caresses. She had pleased them as much as they had pleased her.

----

She must have drifted off to sleep. When her eyes slowly opened, she became aware of two sets of eyes on her. To her left, Jonathan lay on his back, and Trip lay on his stomach to her right.

“Hey,” said Trip, brushing a stray hair from her face.

“Are you okay?” asked Jonathan.

She stretched and propped herself up on the bed pillows. “I’m more than 'okay,'” she replied, wondering if they would notice the subtle flush in her cheeks, “I am quite content.”

As she considered whether there would ever be a time when they didn’t make her blush, Trip moved closer to her.

“So,” he said, “Where did you learn how to lap dance?”

T’Pol turned to Jonathan, and she caught him blushing.
“I thought you taught her,” he said to Trip before turning to her, “but. . .I was thinking about the time we went to Lt. Commander Remington’s bachelor party at that place on Market Street and then you started to. . it was like you were reading my thoughts.”

T’Pol sat up higher. The vision had, as she suspected, been Jonathan’s. That meant she could read both their thoughts. Somehow, she had formed a bond with both men. . .and perhaps--just perhaps--through her, they had formed a bond with each other.

T’Pol was both relieved at gratified at this intriguing realization. When she had thought a bond had formed with Trip, she feared this would exclude Jonathan from them. That fear was now gone; she truly had two mates.

And now she needed to tell them.

She grabbed each man’s hand and held them tightly. They had not consented this bond forming. Had she realized it was a possibility, she would have warned them both.

“I am about to explain something to you . . .that Vulcans don’t speak of to outsiders,” she said, “You have heard me refer to Vulcan mating bonds. . .”

She told them about the bond she had formed with both of them. She explained in detail how she read Trip’s mind on the away mission, describing his garden fantasy. She then explained how she had earlier been reading Jonathan’s mind and had been able to fulfill his fantasy.

T’Pol feared they would be angry or frightened, but Trip merely grinned at Jon.

“Really? A lap dance? Of all the things you could have had her do. . .you choose a lap dance?”

Jon grinned back, and his eyes sparkled. “I don’t recall you being dragged kicking and screaming anywhere that night.”

T’Pol sighed, grateful that the two men’s affection for each other appeared undamaged by whatever had gone on between them on the station. She needed to explain that as well. “While you were away, I had my own vision. . . one of primitive Vulcan rituals. . .I suspect that it may have affected your behavior toward one another. . .”

Jon and Trip exchanged looks.

“Cheering crowds? And a fight?” asked Trip.

“You saw this?” asked T’Pol.

“Vaguely. . .just in flashes that I thought were daydreams.”

“They were. . .my daydreams,” she replied. She turned to Jonathan. “What about you?”

“I didn’t see anything. . .but I felt this intensity I didn’t understand. There was tension between us. I just thought it was because you weren’t around. . .”

“It was because I wasn’t there,” she replied softly, “I believe the bond was asserting itself. I sensed the tension between you and created a fantasy around it that in turn. . .made the tension more intense. . .the bond did not create the attraction between you, but it did encourage it.”

T’Pol looked down, unable to meet their gazes. Because of her, they had been forced to face emotions toward one another that would have otherwise stayed buried. She didn’t know if they would resent her for it.

Jon leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“It’s gonna be fine, darlin” said Trip, “We’ll deal with all of this. . .and this bond, as it comes.”

She nodded and settled back into their arms, glad of their optimism. She still didn’t know exactly how the bond would affect all of them, but she did trust them.

For now that had to be enough.