Equilateral

Chapter 2


T'Pol looked around the the expansive banquet hall, and she inhaled the pleasant aromas of wine and incense that were so different from the sterile environment of Enterprise. The room was bigger than anything on the ship, with vaulted ceilings that had ornate decorative mosaics. The plush furniture was low to the ground, and the local aliens sat in various states of repose as they enjoyed the celebration. This species clearly did not share the Vulcan discomfort with physical contact.

A dessert course of fruit had just arrived, and the locals were feeding it to each other with slow sensuous movements.

Irrespective of gender, everyone seemed to be feeding anyone who was in proximity.
T'Pol glanced over at Trip, and she saw one of the local alien women slide a piece into his mouth. It was obscene. She glowered at him, but he didn't notice.

Captain Archer, on the other hand, did notice. Their eyes met.

Archer smirked at her, and he turned to the woman next to him and accepted a piece of fruit. Clearly the human males were finding it easy to adapt to the alien environment.

T'Pol felt a cold hand on her arm. The female next to her was trying to get her attention and offering her some of the dessert.

T'Pol may have adapted to eating her own food with her hands, but she still was not going to accept food from the hands of a stranger.

“No, thank you. My people's customs dictate that I feed myself," she said.

“"The males with you don't seem to observe the same custom," said the male next to her.

T'Pol bristled. "They are not Vulcan."

The woman next to her reached down for a bowl of fruit from the table and offered it to T'Pol. She carefully picked up a piece of the pink, grape-like fruit.

She placed the fruit on her tongue. It was mildly sweet and very fresh. Better than anything she had tasted in a long while.

"How do you like it?" asked the male next to her.

"It tastes pleasant. Very similar to a fruit that grows on the eastern continent of my homeworld."

"This fruit is sacred to our culture," said the woman, who placed a hand on T’Pol’s arm.

T'Pol looked down at the woman's hand. She also noticed that the locals in attendance at the banquet had begun to kiss and caress each other. Men and women. Men and Men. Women and Women. Several groups. She turned to the male next to her and he reached over and brushed back her hair. She winced at the familiar contact. She didn't want to create a diplomatic incident with these new allies, but she struggled to repress her anxiety.

She turned her eyes to Trip and the Captain. The woman next to Trip was whispering in his ear, but he locked eyes with T’Pol.

Trip leaned over and got the Captain's attention, and he too glanced in her direction. Both wore looks of alarm. The Captain leaned over and spoke to the woman next to him.

Soon, he and Trip stood up and approached her table. The aliens on either side of her still had their hands on her. She expected Trip to be amused at her predicament; rather, he seemed mortified.

"Commander," said the Captain, "I think we should turn in early. We've got a full agenda tomorrow. I know how you need your sleep."

Trip helped her stand as she accepted the hand he extended, and she broke contact with the two suddenly disappointed-looking aliens on either side of her.

Archer came up along side of her and offered his arm. She was soon being escorted out of the banquet hall, and she felt relief wash over her.

As they left, Trip slipped his arm around her waist, and Archer put his arm around her shoulders. It was almost as if they feared she would fall over. She was not about to do anything of the kind, but she appreciated both men's protectiveness of her.

They reached the top of the stairs and headed down the long hallway. T'Pol became acutely aware of Trip's arm around her waist. Trip squeezed a little tighter, and she felt of jolt of something she didn't quite understand. Pleasure? Desire? Panic? Emotions were too new to her for her to find the right word.

She needed to calm herself, or else she might again lose control as she did the night she engaged in sexual relations with Trip. She took a deep breath and found herself focusing on the other arm around her shoulder. It was comforting, steadying and it helped her regain control.

The men didn't release her until they were safely behind the door of their suite.  T'Pol felt a pang of disappointment as they let go. Irrational, she admonished herself.

Trip whistled.  "Hell of a party, huh?"

Archer smirked.  "Now we know why we only got one bed."

"Many humanoid cultures are polyamourous," replied T'Pol. "The Deobulans, for example.”

"Come on, have a seat," Trip said gently.  "You've had a hell of a night."

"I don't think that Denboluans have sex all at once," laughed Archer.

Trip walked over the couch and gestured to a big bowl of the pink fruit that had been served at the party. Both he and Archer helped themselves to a handful.

"You should eat something," Trip suggested.  "You didn't have much at dinner."

She didn't realize he'd been paying attention.

She walked over to the table and took a piece of the pink, round fruit. She placed it on her tongue. It did taste very good, something like the peaches that Trip had once had in stasis. Those were long gone, as were most of the ship’s luxuries from home.

She looked up and she saw that Trip had seated himself on the big couch. He tossed a piece of fruit up in the air and caught it in his mouth. He noticed her watching and winked at her.

T'Pol looked away quickly, as the gesture stirred incongruously intense emotions in her.

Archer grabbed another piece of the fruit and seated himself on the other end of the big couch. Trip was on the left, Archer on the right. Trip grinned and patted the space between them. There was nowhere else to sit.

"I believe I should prepare for our meeting with the great council tomorrow. Since I do not require sleep, I can spend tonight studying the information they uploaded to us."

"You don't have a tricorder," Archer pointed out.

"Or a PADD," chimed in Trip.

"It seems I'm in error," T'Pol murmured, reluctantly placing herself between Archer and Trip.

It was difficult to maintain a stiff posture in the overstuffed couch. She found herself drawn deeply into the cushions, and much closer to Trip than she intended.

Archer reached for the bowl of fruit from the side table and offered some more to T'Pol. She took another piece.

She ate it carefully, and she felt both men's eyes on her. It was curious. They had both seen her eat before, and she had long ago abandoned the Vulcan custom of not touching her food.

T'Pol shifted her weight, inadvertently sliding even closer to Trip.  She was practically flush against his body.

She looked down at the floor, but she felt his blue eyes on her. T'Pol inhaled, and she recognized the slight tinge of sandalwood that mixed with Trip's human scent. She closed her eyes and began to remember.


Just moments before, she had dropped her robe and offered herself to him.

Now, she was lying on her back as he peppered her body with kisses. She was waiting for an assault, but none came. Instead, Trip took his time. His fingers ran over her body as well, lightly touching her everywhere.

Eventually, Trip was kissing her belly. It was a pleasurable, relaxing sensation, but she her body tensed as he began to move lower.

Trip placed a kiss on her pelvic bone. His hands were gently caressing her sides.

"C'mon, baby. Relax," he said.  

She looked down at him, and he was smiling at her. She felt him slip a hand under her lower back and press down on a specific neural node. The tension drained from her body.

Trip moved further down and parted her legs.

He looked up and her and then licked two of his fingers. She gasped as she felt him touch her. He appeared to be examining her carefully as his fingers carefully massaged her genitalia.

Her body reacted to the moisture and pressure of his fingers by producing wetness of its own. She moaned a little.

"Does that feel good, darlin’?" he said, "You've got to tell me what feels good and what doesn't."

She nodded at him, unable to form words to articulate what she was feeling. All she knew was that she wanted him to continue.

She felt him rub the bundle of nerves that she knew was her clitoris. His touch felt far better than her own clumsy attempts to pleasure herself. She pushed up against him.

"You want me to press harder? I don't want to hurt you."

"Harder," she whispered in a choked voice, as pleasure shot through her body. She instinctively lifted her hips off the floor to get even closer to his fingers.

But he pulled his fingers away, moving them lower and began to massage her opening. She felt a moments frustration before gasping at the feel of him slipping his fingers inside her.

The invasion felt strange, but her body reacted instinctively and seemed to open to him.

"You feel so hot," he said as he massaged the inside of her body.

She wasn't sure if he was referring to her body temperature or her sexual arousal but either way she found his words deeply gratifying.

She continued to look down at him, and she gasped in anticipation as he bent his head toward her. She began to tremble.

When she felt his tongue make contact, she shivered and gave a short scream.

This wasn't the kind of assault she was expecting, but it was an assault nonetheless. As his fingers moved in concert with his tongue she felt pressure in her body begin to build.

She was shaking all over. She had lost all control. Although she was ashamed, she did not want him to stop. She felt his free hand move upward and squeeze her small one.

As though against her will, she rubbed her hips against his mouth.

He pulled back.

"You want me to do it harder? Faster?"

“Yes,” she replied.

She closed her eyes, hoping to hide the shame that was gnawing at her in the background.
.
She feared he would think she was a freak. Perhaps human woman only liked it gentle and soft. Perhaps he would be shocked by her needs.

Yet, her free hand moved to thread insistent fingers through his hair.

The pressure was continuing to build.

Very suddenly, her whole body spasmed and she cried out in Vulcan.

Trip continued as he was for a few more seconds, but as her body went limp - he removed his fingers from her body. She felt him plant a kiss on her inner thigh.

As though he was far away, she heard him say she was beautiful.


T'Pol opened her eyes. The memory made her weak with desire. She gasped—Jonathan Archer was staring at her.  Though she still struggled with recognizing human emotions, the combination of desire and jealousy in his eyes was unmistakable. She couldn’t bear the intensity of it, and she turned her eyes to Trip.

He had obviously forgotten the captain was still in the room.  She needed to calm him somehow.  He quivered violently under her fingers, her soothing caress against his chest somehow exacerbating the situation.

Trip's hand found hers and brought it lower, soon she was caressing his arousal through his uniform.

But her eyes met Jon’s.

Amidst desire, his features betrayed uncertainty and confusion.  She felt his body pull to leave.

Her fingers dug into his knee, compelling him to stay.

Her gaze traveled back to Trip, then again to Jon.

She made a decision. She wanted them both.

Her eyes still locked with Jon's, T'Pol fumbled for the zipper of Trip's uniform.
She glanced over at him. Trip’s eyes were still closed and his head thrown back. She slipped her hand inside his uniform, wanting to touch hard, bare skin.

She grasped him and stroked him firmly. She felt Jon try and move away again, but she reached her other hand around the back of his neck and held him down. She leaned up and kissed him on the mouth.

Jon didn't react at first, but very soon she felt his tongue thrust into her mouth. His kiss was aggressive, hard. Different from Trip but no less arousing.

She found herself wanting to compare them. As she continued to stroke Trip, she broke the kiss. She turned around and saw Trip looking at her. She didn't find the confusion and resentment she expected. She kissed him, but this time she was the aggressor, sticking her tongue in his mouth.

Jon didn't let go of her. His hands wandered over her body as she continued to kiss Trip’s inviting mouth. She loved the taste of iron in his saliva and the coolness of his breath.

Jon’s hands found the zipper of her catsuit and pulled it down.

She saw Jonathan cast a look over at Trip. Trip nodded, and Jon gathered her in his arms. She was facing Trip, and he pushed the top of her catsuit from her shoulders, stopping briefly to squeeze her breasts through her grey tank before peeling that from her, too.

Trip was kissing her breast as she felt Archer pull down her pants and her underwear at the same time. She was naked in their arms.

T'Pol's hands became busy unzipping Trip's uniform, kissing him at intervals while she did so.

She felt Jon's lips on the back of her neck. It seemed as though Jon wanted to devour her.

Trip turned her around to face Jon and she helped him out of his uniform, her fingers exploring the unfamiliar planes of his chest. Soon enough, all three uniforms were a crumpled heap on the floor.

Jon covered her lips for another hard kiss. She moaned into his mouth as she felt Trip's familiar touch run down her back and lightly over her rear end, calloused fingers eventually finding their way between her legs.

Moments later, Trip's hands suddenly lifted her up. Jon's hands were at her back, and as Trip lowered her onto his body, she threw her head back as she sank into him. Trip pushed her forward a bit so he could kiss the back of her neck.

T'Pol watched as Jon began kissing her breasts first and then up her collar bone. He reached the top of her shoulder just as Trip moved to plant a kiss there. Their lips were so close. She moaned in anticipation, and she squeezed her muscles around Trip. He shot her a quick look as his lips met Jon's.

The two men kissed again, longer this time and she ran her hands down Jon's chest and lower. He was also fully aroused and her fingers grabbed hold of him. Jon broke the kiss with Trip to kiss her again.

She broke away from Jon's mouth so she could plant kisses down his neck and chest. She gently pushed him back so she could go even lower. Soon, she was on her knees on the floor. Trip had followed, barely leaving her as they switched positions.

Trip drove inside her again as she moved her mouth lower and took Jon into her mouth.
Jon gasped loudly as she sucked on him while pushing back against Trip's movements.

This went on for a long while, until she felt Trip's hand reach around her body and start applying pressure to her nerve endings. He obviously recalled just how to touch her there.

Trip's other hand was around her waist, steadying her as he continued to thrust.

Her body tightened, dizzying quakes of pleasure ripping through her.  She released Jon, fearing causing him harm if she kept him in her grasp in her unfocused state.

T'Pol's body clenched around Trip, and he shuddered as he spilled inside her. He clutched her tightly and groaned into her ear.

Jonathan's hands supported her as she went limp. Panting, Trip caressed her affectionately.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Jon looking at her.  He leaned down and kissed her lightly on her mouth. She felt herself being turned within Trip's embrace.

She leaned back into Trip's chest as he put his arms around her waist. He playfully kissed her neck and shoulders. She was acutely aware of Jon staring at her, still aroused and waiting.

Trip noticed, too. "Can you go again, darlin’?" he asked.

Jon caressed the top of her thigh. "It's okay if you can't," he said.

But her desire was building again. She was intensely curious to feel what it would be like to have Jon inside her.

She nodded, shifting to extend her legs in invitation.

Jon smiled at her and knelt between her thighs. Thanks to Trip she was already well lubricated, and Jon slipped in easily and began to move, steady and rhythmic.

Trip was all gentleness as he kissed her neck and her ear, moving his tongue across the pointed tip, making her shiver.

After a long glorious while, Jon reached down and began caressing her. Trip's hand reached down as well, and he showed Jon just the right pressure points to hit. T'Pol moaned and writhed, but Trip still held firm.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

"That's it," replied Trip in her ear, "Come for Jon. You came for me. Now I want to see you come for him."

She pressed back into his reassuring heartbeat. Jonathan's strokes became faster, more erratic. She started murmuring in Vulcan.

She wrapped her legs around Jon, urging him on.

Jon shifted positions, still moving hard and fast within her. He leaned down and kissed her firmly.

Then, Jon moved from her lip's to Trip's, kissing him in much the same way. This sent her over the edge, and she screamed and collapsed into quivering euphoria.

"Good girl," whispered Trip, and she felt like her climax might go on forever. She then realized that she had had more than one. . .she didn't know how many, but definitely more than one.

T'Pol was dimly aware of Jon still pounding into her body, but soon she heard him cry out.

"Oh, God, T'Pol."

He nearly shouted the words as he spilled inside her. She studied his face as he did so, and she registered pure joy.

Jon fell forward against her and she put her arms around him, as Trip's arms remained around her.

Jon placed his head between her breasts and closed is eyes.

Trip moved from behind her, gently laying her back on the rug as he snuggled up
against her. She placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, content.