Scalene

T'Pol stumbled into the corridor, the cool air hitting her skin. The hour was late, and the corridor was deserted but she was still aware of her lack of clothing and the scene it would make with humans. Although she wasn't modest, she didn't want to be the object of ridicule.

Before she could speak, Tucker pressed her against the bulkhead and covered her mouth in a deep kiss. Just as she began to respond, he moved his mouth to her cheek and up to her ear.

"What the hell is this between us?" he breathed.

T'Pol closed her eyes. She was beginning to suspect that it was more than just survival instinct that drew her to him, but she didn't know how to even begin explaining. "It's complicated," she managed between sighs. She was in danger of losing all control as he reacquainted himself with the spot behind her lobe.

Suddenly, Tucker broke away from her. "Doesn't matter." He pulled the red jersey he wore over his head.

Could he wish to engage in sexual relations right here? she thought. But he simply put the garment over her head.

"Put your arms through the neck hole," he ordered.

She obeyed, happy the shirt had some stretch, not only to accommodate her arms but so it could be pulled to cover most of her torso.

Tucker moved in for one more blistering kiss, cupping her face in his hands. "Let's go," he said hoarsely. T'Pol nodded. He took her by the elbow and led her toward his quarters.

Tucker pushed her into the room almost roughly, though that was born more the leering glances from the few crew members they had seen in the corridor than a desire to hurt her. Once inside, the lights came up slightly and the door shut automatically behind them. Before she could speak, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Now that he owned her, he intended to kiss her whenever the impulse struck.

His heart constricted as she responded to the kiss, opening her warm mouth to his and letting him explore and melting into his arms.

There's my girl, he thought to himself, pleased that she seemed to be accepting her new status.

He frowned. She was struggling. After a moment he realized it wasn't him she was resisting, but rather the cuffs. He pulled away. "Let's get to work."

He took a moment to appreciate her after peeling his uniform over her head. Naked, bound, and her hair sticking up, T'Pol never looked more beautiful to him.

He turned toward the cabinet where he kept some of the amazing tool's he'd found since coming to the Defiant, but then he turned back to her and quickly kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you," he said, "and I"m gonna take good care of you."

She blanched at the emotional expression, and he grinned. She would probably have a harder time adjusting to hearing that than anything else. He knelt down and peered into the cabinet. He grabbed a field generator he thought might depolarize the magnets that held her cuffs together. He whistled as he approached her.

"This shouldn't hurt a bit." He pressed a couple of buttons on the device, and the cuffs opened, falling onto the floor. She looked down at them and then looked at her free wrists as if amazed. He was amazed, too. There weren't any marks on her skin. Twenty-second century cuffs would have left red marks.

Tucker leaned over and picked up the cuffs, tossing them into the cabinet.

"Maybe we can have some more fun with those another time," he said, standing up.

Suddenly, her warm hands were on his chest, tracing the outlines of his various scars. He sighed and closed his eyes. The restraints had been fun, but he had missed out on her touch.

Her hands slid up over his shoulders, crossing behind his neck as she pressed closer. He never understood why his disfigurement didn't seem to bother her. T'Pol didn't ignore the scars, but the revulsion or pity they elicited in human women were completely absent in her. Tucker reminded himself that she wasn't human, but that didn't ease his doubt.

Slowly he slid his hands along her arms, drawing her hand to the vulnerable nerve junction that met at his neck and shoulder. "You could give me the nerve pinch," he panted between kisses around her mouth. "Take me out right now."

"And...go...where?" she said, catching her breath.

Tucker smiled at her. T'Pol's hand slid down his chest and lower still. Tucker moaned as she began to work him through the black fabric of his pants. She made it clear she wasn't going anywhere.

Each touch jolted through his body. He thought he might lose his ability to stand, but he nonetheless pulled her closer, closing his eyes. T'Pol's warm hands let him go, just for a moment, only to slip down into his pants so that they made direct contact.

That was too much for Tucker. Still kissing her, he pulled her backward toward the bed and sat down on the edge. In a fluid, natural motion, she got to her knees between his legs and undid his pants. He raised himself up slightly so she could remove them. She took off his boots as well, tossing everything aside. She then moved toward his arousal, intermittently looking up at him and down at him.

Tucker struggled for control as her mouth closed over him. She showed him the enthusiasm he'd been denied earlier when her hands were bound. One hand stayed firmly clasped around his cock, the other sent white heat through his nerves as she caressed his balls without mercy. He needed to lie back, but he couldn't tear himself from the sight of T'Pol's head bobbing between his legs. When she looked up at him, never stopping her attentions, the eye contact was almost enough to send him over.

"Stop," he whispered, pulling gently at her shoulders. He was very close to finishing, and he didn't want this to end.

But she ignored him.

She sucked harder, licked more forcefully. Her fingers pressed more firmly against his balls then moved back further. He gasped and threw his head back, all thoughts of stopping her gone. Pressure was building and soon his balls contracted and he spilled into her mouth with a deep groan.

Tucker closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He hadn't felt this good in...he didn't know how long. He glanced down, noticing that she was wiping her mouth with her hand and staring up at him. He smiled at her, knowing he must have looked like an idiot, but he didn't care. He felt blissful, and he leaned over and gathered her up into his arms. Soon, they were lying naked in each other's embrace.

He had almost forgotten how warm she was. Her body heat made him tingle, and as he came back down from his high, he began to quicken his caresses in order to create heat so she wouldn't find his touch cold.

He began kissing her as well: her cheek, her neck, the tops of her breasts.

"Mr. Tucker," she whispered, "I have already experienced two sexual climaxes this evening. I do not require a third."

He winced, remembering that he was not the last person to have made her come. He pinned her gently down on the bed. "You may not require it, baby, but you're going to get it," he said.

"I must speak to you about Sato," she replied.

He grinned. "Did you like what she did to you?" he whispered, "Because I thought it was incredibly hot..."

Hot. But not as hot as me making you come.

"The pleasurable sensations are irrelevant. She has latent telepathic abilities, and I sensed troubling motives from her. I believe she wishes to conspire..."

She stopped speaking and moaned, closing her eyes in response to his fingers between her legs. Tucker didn't want to hear about Sato. Everyone was always conspiring against everyone. His fingers were drenched in wetness, and he knew she now had other priorities, too.

She began writhing beneath him, thrashing back and forth with her eyes closed. He peppered kisses on her face and on her lips as he could. His fingers worked her furiously, and thanks to the mental connection between them, he knew she was about to go over the edge. Whatever T'Pol thought, Tucker's only concern was making sure that T'Pol got off better from him than from Hoshi.

He worked her vigorously, enjoying the hotness of her body. "Who do you belong to?" he whispered as he continued to move his fingers.

Her eyes opened half-way. "You," she gasped.

He laughed and she pushed her body up to press more firmly against his fingers. "You're never going to leave me, are you? You're going to stay like a good girl, aren't you?"

She closed her eyes, nodding. He noticed a telltale green flush in her cheeks.

"And if you're good, you'll be rewarded. Just like I'm rewarding you now. You like what I'm doing, don't you?"

She nodded. He moved faster and faster. "Say your mine, baby. Say it."

"I'm yours," she sputtered as he pushed her over the edge, spasming and trembling.

He laughed — and not bitterly either. He laughed with pleasure as he laid down beside her and took her in his arms.

After a few minutes, he felt her tense up. "I was serious about Sato. She's planning something dangerous, but without the use of my hands, I was unable to determine what. I believe she wishes Archer great harm. Her hatred of him is palatable."

Tucker smirked and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Sato doesn't hate him. He's the one with the power. She always loves the one with the power."

T'Pol sat up, and she looked him straight in his good eye. Her face had become the familiar Vulcan mask, and he sensed intense concern emanating from her mind.

"I need to determine if either one of us is in danger," said T'Pol. "I must return to her. She wants me to, as she thinks I might be a potential ally. She knows I dislike Archer."

"Everyone dislikes Archer, baby," he replied, "Sensing that from her hardly means she's got a dagger in her hand--"

Tucker felt a chill go down his spine.

"Can you do the meld thing? The thing you did with me?"

T'Pol thought for a moment. "That would pose to great a risk of discovery given her latent telepathic abilities. A more subtle approach would be more logical."

Tucker squeezed her closer, so much so that she winced.

"You don't mean--"

She looked him. "As my mate, I will require your permission for this endeavor, but I believe it to be important."

Tucker closed his eye, and he sighed. If she didn't feel so intensely about this, he'd say no. But she was scared, in her Vulcan way, and that scared him. If she needed to do this, he needed to let her.